Best Guts Poems
Oh the venom on these lips
cold fury should you
taste it there. Drink
deep my gathering gloom
quench your thirst for
my lies and my truths
and my muted thoughts.
Stand still frozen dead
in pools of wonder and
dread for this poison
that seeps into your
pores will not soon
leave the haunted spaces
your frightened places
there will be myriad traces
where it killed the
wonder it found in your
dull and dreary mind.
Choke on toxic thoughts
vomit my musings and
spit forth guts colored
black with doubt and
fear and torment stain
the ground with your
loosened purpose your
pathetic beliefs that
words are always intentions
of the noble and righteous.
It takes guts to do what I do…
Torturing those pathetic young women…
Laughing as their eyes roll deep back in their sockets
It takes guts to do what I do…
Making them beg for their lives
Ohh how they cry and promise me anything…
Literally, anything
Stupid tramps!
It takes guts to do what I do
Watching as the life drains directly out of them
Watching the moment they just give up
Crazy tramps!
It takes guts to do what I do
Taking non-essential organs as they watch
It’s fun when the anesthesia starts wearing off…
And they see their spleen being pulled directly from their belly
Useless tramps!
It takes guts to do what I do…
….“Kevin, it’s time to put away the video games and join us for dinner…”
If only I really had the guts…
Need a pill
Wanna die
Wanna hear
Pounding nails
Shut my eyes
Close the lid
Let it end
Please let it end
In my guts
My filthy guts
Poison rise
In my head
Dark abides
In my soul
Tantalize
Wanna die
Let it end
Please let it end
What has begging ever done
For a misbegotten rotten son
Saliva drips
From my lips
Eyelids flutter
Painful shudder
Smashing brains
Always pain
Let it end
Please let it end
Crawling
Towards
The
Meat
Grinder
I know i have kept a lot from you.
I know its not fair.
I know i should tell you.
I know i have to tell you.
Maybe i can tell you some, but not all.
Maybe i can keep it secret just a little longer.
Maybe i can hide it from you more.
Maybe i can get the guts to tell you everything.
Everyday, i wanna tell you.
Everyday, i hope i get the guts to tell you.
Everyday, i feel bad for not telling you.
Everyday i think about you.
Sometimes, i dont want to tell you.
Sometimes, i just want you to know it all.
Sometimes, i wish i never knew you.
Sometimes, i wish you were all mine.
If i had the guts, i would tell you everything.
If i had the guts, i would tell you how much you mean to me.
If i had the guts, i would tell you your the only reason im alive.
If i had the guts, i would tell you my biggest secret.
Just knowing that i love you.
Just knowing that you may or may not love me back.
Just knowing that i care.
Just knowing that you probably dont.
Breaks my heart.
Breaks my soul.
Breaks my dreams.
Breaks my life.
If i had you, my life would be complete.
If i had you, my life would be perfect.
If i had you, i would be happy.
If i had you, i wouldnt have to search anymore.
I know i should tell you.
I know its not fair.
I know i have kept a lot from you.
I know i should tell you.
But, i dont have the guts,
The guts to tell you i love you,
The guts to tell you your the reason im alive,
The guts to tell you,
I need you in my life.
Life seems-like an ever forbidden story {!!!} one day you're happy, the very
next...{?} "You know the story". Why are we still feeling the wraft of an im-
plicable story? "No Guts No Glory."
Times persistently comes with it sordid details of Up's & Downs. Noone will seek
to explain...(why) the reason. But in all due-season....it seem impossible at times
trying to avoid the difficulties and still maintain one's own sanity. Anyone dare
try to explain...or if you could, does it matter whether or not I'm Democratic or Re
publican. Life is only rewarded Happiness when the common causes of living misg-
uides us to believe in the Unjust Principles of Process. The Process of dealing
w/families and friends and still be befriended as if life punishes you for being Reces
sed. And then no regrets for our our own failures, we as everyday americans still
accept the pain and the gain of fausely do's and don'ts, only to be place in a cell for
breaking manmade law's that never accompblished nothing but...an untold story..(?)
"No Gut's & No Glory."
If I had to tell you the story of my life, its hardship and disappointment or in noway an
attempt to try to explain my in's and out's, my doubts of which has lead me at the
crossroad of good and bad, only to choose the way of my own understanding of
the poor-of-me. "No Guts No Glory"
GUTS and GAIN
When only hymns of old memoirs and faith starred,
as I lift my eyes, black! Blue is the sun and moon,
will shadows be my frown and sins my ground?
(Gone are the days of pleasure and days of sleep...)
Anxiety escalates clogging the wise thoughts flow,
light saving courage, bravery where are you?
Let your whispers hiss amidst these dreary earth,
stillness the loyal choir escorting my shuddering nerves,
strum! Strum of strength and speed on two heartstrings
nudge like that of a dove, pure to drop: dash of love.
Spin and turn, crash and burn tests a true heart
though no medals, no points there to earn.
Ah! Mercy... within dreich woes is a distinct voice
handing a probable answer blowing mists of confused
An instinct. An impulse, should I believe or not?
I … listened but only a true love call casts our viscera to churn
sensing the tunes, steps ain't easy but I patiently learn
to taste the essence, I let my lips sway in liftless dance.
Please lie still yet moan on strums~ strums of my tips,
"Maiden, forbid me to go..." Trembles, trembles run echo:
one tenor, one alto, various pitch for evanescent tones
with a passion drenched within warmth of sheer ecstasy
the blend of love will spark, heating eternal flames
and if the world brushes darker shades of light--
consent our tomorrows to paint a canvass of life...
________________________________________________________
James A. Fraser and Olive Eloisa Guillermo
9:21 pm, July 04, 2015
Guts, Determination Blood Sweat and Tears
Who can say they have not used that combination
That is the combination that makes famous people, heroes and idles
What is the difference between famous people, heroes, idles and you
The amount of followers
Let’s look at a famous people/ heroes/ idles
They have the guts to do something different
They have the determination to do it the best they can
They have hurt themselves for what they believe in
They have cried when it all went wrong
They have raised a sweat just to get it right
I want you to look at your life
Through the eyes of your family
You have the guts to make your family get out of bed
You have the determination to help your family be better than you
You have lost blood for each member of your family
You have sweated your butt off to ensure comfort for your family
You have shed a tear more than once for you family
Why do we like famous people, heroes and idles
Because they do something better than we can
They make what they do look easy
Famous people give us ideas, dreams and hope
But most of all
Famous people, heroes and idles are people that we admire
You have become a master at what you do
Day by day you give love
Day by day you give hope
Day by day you share dreams
Month after month your kids keep coming back to you
With out knowing what you have done
You have year after year
Created a hero for your kids to idolize
You have given advice to your friends
You have shown kindness
You always manage to give away a smile when it is most needed
You have had a positive effect on others as well
You are:
My Idol
My Hero
My famous person
Success or Failure’s Failure
Was it success or failure’s failure,
The will to win or a refusal to lose.
No guts, no glory!! – no pain, no gain!!
He stayed the course – unnoticed,
walked early through the cold mist,
prayed to a heartless, distant god,
answered the call every morning
to rise, to stiffen his back, move forward
toward another fading sunset.
No crowds lined dawn’s damp streets,
his only applause the sound of
windblown debris clattering on concrete,
no ribbons rewarded his perseverance,
his laurel wreath a sweat-stained pillow,
his trophy case a mantel of children’s pictures.
It took guts to amass such gains
the sweet touch of love’s regeneration
the continuum of living family,
the footsteps of a life – following
a distant shadow at dawn.
Is it success – or failure’s failure?
John G. Lawless
7/5/2015
I see people of different race and culture
so calm and calculative i stare like the vulture.
I see mothers with babies strapped to their backs-
and men with goods in woven sacks.
I see the child with the hope of tomorrow,
so do i see the old with tears of sorrow,
all these that i see-
is nothing but guts and glee.
Lieutenant General Georgie Patton also known as "Old Blood and Guts"
Was so eccentric and egotistical that many people thought him nuts!
His armored divisions delivered relief to the beleaguered at Bastogne,
But to hear him tell it, you'da thunk the SOB had done it alone!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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If you're willing to put yourself out there
If you are truly ready for the fight
Do not expect unicorns and sunshine
More likely you'll get bruises black as night
We're told that with guts we'll find the glory
If a few chances we're willing to take
But if we don't take some time for thinking
A whole lot of wrong decisions we'll make
You can't always count on your will power
In the end it can turn you upside down
Cutting loose every coin from your pocket
Causing your smile to turn into a frown
True gain comes from proper preparation
Steady forward and never standing still
If you don't make friends with thoughts of failure
You are more likely to stand on the hill
Be sure the value of what you're wanting
Is it worth the sacrifices you will make
If it doesn't require you giving
In the end it's just a gutsy mistake!
My auntie’s best friend Liselotte
Adores making sweet panna cotta
Auntie’s over the moon
Grabs an enormous spoon
Then greedily gobbles the lotta!
By piling sweet treats on her plate
Poor auntie starts putting on weight
She steps on the scales
Then curses and wails
Must diet before it's too late
Written by Jan Allison
Jan's Auntie has become quite a glutton
Feasting on panna cotta and mutton
Now her butt crack's exposed
I'm keeping my eyes closed
Zipper's broken, and she popped a button
She devoured the custard and the Chablis
She's drunk and ready to go Full Monty
Not trying to be rude
But her plump rump, nude
Would bring about nightmares to haunt me
Written by Lin Lane
1/10/20
Jan's huge auntie had a weakness for cheese
When offered seconds always said" yes please"
She was known as' big Nelly'
Because of her fat belly
And her large boobies hung down to her knees...
She went off with her friends to sunny Spain
But would have needed three seats on the plane
Although it was freezing cold
Nelly opted for the hold
On landing they had to use a large crane...
Written by Tom Cunningham
Jan's too full Auntie crashes on the bed
complaining her guts hurt from too much bread
she lands with a loud pop
expelling gas nonstop
and yelling that was a relief, she said
Jan's Uncle is so tired he wants to sleep
He enters the bedroom, the stench is deep
Auntie is passed out
snoring like a trout
He runs back onto the couch with a leap
Written by Tania Kitchin
She went straight back to see Liselotte
and ate MORE of that thick panacotta!
But she’s full of regret
for right now she’s beset
by a quiver that’s making her totter.
The doctor explained. “If you gobble
too much of that stuff, then you’re nobbled!
You can run, you can sweat
off the calories - yet
you will NEVER get rid of the wobble!”
WRITTEN BY NINA PARMENTER
Gotta have guts to fall and rise,
To buck the trend and wrest the prize,
To thrust your life in hands of mates,
To believe in self, tempt the fates.
Each day give yourself a surprise.
Night's dark mantle leads to sunrise,
Rise from the dust with this surmise.
Cock a snook at life if it grates.
Gotta have guts.
When you are down and life's not nice,
It's up to you to add the spice.
Play not as the rule-book states;
You'll grin when you knock at the Gates.
Heed well these words , those of the wise :
Gotta have guts!
~12 Jul 2016~
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Best Rondeau Poem - sponsored by Laura Loo
Rondeau Rhyme Scheme: AABBA-AABC-AABBAC
EIGHT Syllables in each line except the 4th line in second stanza ( C ) and the last line in the third stanza. ( C ) They have FOUR syllables and is the repeated refrain from the first four syllables in stanza one
Stormy clouds are traveling through your heart
And bitter grudges are ruining your happiness
Hate destroys and love builds everything which
Is beautiful. Get a grip on yourself while the midday sun
Shines on the neighboring hills and on the blue sea
Being angry, day and night, is bad and dangerous
Start by gathering a myriad of beautiful roses
For your life. Sometimes one must stop for breaks
You are the only person in the world who's perfect
What will you do, dear friend, on your last birthday?
Because you must weed and burn the grudges and excuses
You need more light; it's time to change the fuses
Humility is a divine gift. You must drown the grudges
That block you from living under the light of beautiful moons.
Copyright © November 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
For a man to walk alone...in a city of millions
For a heart to be forlorn...in a world of billions
For a man to wander...purposelessly below his limits
For the soul to wonder...why it even exists
The first raindrop...fell to the desert earth
And as it dried up...it felt so close to death
But soon another one fell...then more rain came
And soon all those raindrops...collected into a powerful stream
It washed away the dust
To reveal his Grand Canyon
His mountain of troubles also didn’t last
For his beautiful Niagara Falls came down
So for a man to be out in the rain
Misfortune and shame his mantra
The first raindrop to fall into the ocean
Drew a rainbow from thunder
For a man to walk alone...in a city of millions
For a heart to be forlorn...in a world of billions
For a man to wander...purposelessly below his limits
For the soul to wonder...why it even exists
For a man to be alone...drowning his own teardrops
Raindrops fell to a desert dune...and flowed steadily into an oasis
So you’re not alone...maybe a bit dried up
You’re just thirsty for life...come on and drink up!
Thabang Jan Ngoma
07-15-2015
Sponsor: Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Contest Name: GUTS and GAIN