Best Have In Mind Poems
I stand tall like a bamboo tree,
Strong winds make my body to sway,
Storm makes me blown away,
But I still stand like a bamboo tree.
Trials and problems that I face everyday,
I have the strength to pursue it anyway,
The dreams that I have in mind,
Though it’s simple but it's one of a kind.
Insults and negative people may put me down,
On my head, I still have my precious crown,
God gave me the courage to be strong,
Like a bamboo tree it sways bravely where I belong.
I stand tall and firm with my decision,
To be successful because of my determination,
No one can destroy my aim in life, I tell you my friend,
Like a bamboo tree I survive, I can till the end.
The definition for the word decadent in this poem is the following: extremely
pleasing
The synonyms you can have in mind are the following: unrestrained and
shameless
I want to indulge in this love
To arrive at its very core
I want that delectable taste
The pleasure that it has in store
I want to revel in opulence
Luxuriate in comfort fine
To savor its decadent treats
Indulging in what is sublime
I want to relish its sweetness
To take in and not abstain
I want to be ravished by love
To give in to pleasure and pain
I want to be wild, uncontrolled
Glutted in a wanton excess
To be obsessively taken
Have my inner woman undress
Like richest silky smooth chocolate
I'll tempt, tantalize, and I'll tease
Making love to be what I want
To melt in my need to appease
Decadently decadent love
Is all that my heart and soul crave
To be lost in time and in place
To drown in a love that can save
Eileen Manassian Ghali
This is a repost. There was a time when I was deleting my poems. This was ohe of them. I have brought it back to light. Thanks for reading.
Little Tufty Dore Mouse.
Little Tufty Dore Mouse lives on the Butlers farm.
He spends his day a scurrying between the house and barn.
But Mr Butler farmer got tired of Tufty's mess.
So he got himself a big black cat and named his black cat Bess.
Now Bess your jobs to catch Tufty Mouse and send him on his way,
cause I'm tired of the mess he leaves when he drops by every day.
Now Bess, I don't want you to kill him or even cause him harm.
He's just a little Dore Mouse who leaves a mess upon my farm.
The only problem with Tufty Mouse is the mess he leaves behind
so when you catch Tufty, Bess remember to be kind.
Tell him he must leave the farm and find himself a home,
where no-one else minds the mess where ever he may roam.
So Bess, she lays in wait to pounce and catch this Tufty Mouse.
It's not long before she catches him and says, Tufty leave this house.
Cause him indoors gave me the job, by the way he calls me Bess.
So Little Tufty Dore Mouse say that you will go and farmer sees me being kind.
If I have to catch you again it won't be kindness I'll have in mind.
So Little Tufty Dore Mouse said with a little squeak,
but Bessy I've been messy cause I've been moving out all week.
NO BORDERS!
NO WALL!
NO U.S.A. AT ALL!
THIS IS WHAT THE GLOBALISTS HAVE IN MIND FOR
THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
HUMAN BEINGS ARE BEING FORCED TO LEAVE THEIR NATIONS
AND MAKE THE LONG HIKE TO THE UNITED STATES.
THESE MIGRANTS ARE GIVEN AID AND MONEY ON THEIR JOURNEY.
THE UNITED STATES SOUTHERN BORDER IS BEING INFILTRATED.
WHAT IS GOING ON IS NOT RIGHT.
THE WORLD GOVERNMENT IS BEHIND THIS CHAOS AND ANARCHY.
THE UNITED NATIONS IS PUSHING THIS FORCED MIGRATION.
WE, THE CITIZENS OF THE UNITED STATES, NEED TO PROTECT
AND SUSTAIN OUR PRECIOUS REPUBLIC.
OUR BORDER IS BEING OVER RUN WITH MIGRANTS, VIOLENT GANGS,
DISEASE AND CHAOS.
THE UNITED STATES DOES NOT NEED TO BE A THIRD WORLD NATION.
WE AS HUMAN BEINGS HAVE NO NEED TO LIVE IN FEAR.
MOST PEOPLE DESIRE A BETTER LIFE IN THE UNITED STATES.
HOWEVER, WE NEED TO PROTECT THE UNITED STATES.
OUR BORDER IS IMPORTANT AND
YES, DIVERSITY, IS ALSO IMPORTANT.
THE UNITED STATES IS EXCEPTIONAL BECAUSE OF ITS
PRESERVATION OF FREEDOM AND INDIVIDUALITY.
LET'S KEEP THIS NATION STRONG AND UNIFIED.
THE RULE OF LAW IS IMPORTANT; LET'S PROTECT OUR BORDERS.
THE REPUBLIC OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IS NOW UNDER SIEGE.
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
MAY 2019
Hope is where the home is
Its where we end up with
Our heart kept the warmth
Let the light be in
Open the inside wide
To the eternal hope in mind
That make us live forever
Don't give up ever
Hope is what we have in mind
That delight our heart inside
Which fire the light to the dark
The darkness surrounding us
We will never surrender
As long us we have the weapon
The hope we have inside is brighter
The dark outside is lighter
The hope will shine on it
The light will brighten it
So as darkness will surrender
Light is always the winner !!!
Too much company
Kill the company,
What am I going to think?
About those curious people?
What am I going to think?
Why sailors are celebrating.
Too much solitude,
Kill the solitude,
What am I going to think?
Of the inert stone,
What am I going to think?
Looking at the gibbous moon?
Too much company,
Kill the company,
What am I going to think?
Of those talkative children,
Am I going to escape?
Those pale snakes?
Too much loneliness,
Kill the loneliness,
What am I going to think?
Of these Tuaregs
Masking their face
With deep blue veil?
Too much company,
Kill the company,
How my mother suffered
From these pale nurses,
How my mother suffered
From the devil who sits?
Too much solitude,
Can enchant the eyes,
What are we going to think?
Brilliant poets,
Tell me dear solitude,
Do you really exist?
Too much company,
Kill the company,
What do they have in mind?
Some bananas, some mangoes,
Fruit and grapes,
So man feeds himself,
Turn off this radio,
Think of the black cormorant,
Turn off that TV,
Look at the sea,
What is this fantasy?
Too much company
Kill the company.
Oh to touch your body just one more time
Two parts of your anatomy I have in mind
A bit south of your neck
And north of your knees by heck
These couple of places are absolutely sublime
A poet who was famous for his love poems was approached by a young boy who shyly bowed his head…
“I want to write a love poem…can you teach me how?” He said.
The old poet smiled.
“So you have come to me because you know how love and poetry are intertwined…and I’m guessing there is a special someone for this poem you have in mind.”
A nervous smile crossed the young boy’s face at these words the poet said.
He looked up and the old poet could see his cheeks were glowing red.
The old poet smiled again.
“My best advice is don’t start out to write a love poem…you see it doesn’t work that way…start our writing about this person…and love will find a way.”
“Take pencil in hand…and think about this person…soon you’ll find it so exciting…
How the words will travel from your heart to your brain and end up in your writing.”
“And your poem may rhyme…or it may not…it does’t matter for in time you’ll see…anything written from your heart…why…that is poetry.”
“And you’ll feel such a sense of accomplishment when your poem is done…
That it won’t matter if it finds its way to a million people…or if it reaches only one.
“And once you’ve written your first love poem…once you see it completed there…
You’ll want to write another and another…because you’ll start to see love everywhere.”
“You’ll see it in your family…you friends…your pets, the Earth…your home…just remember, if you’re writing from your heart…you’ll end up with a poem.
“And finally remember you are human…sometimes you’ll end up with the perfect poem…a poem you will adore…other times you’ll realize…that’s what they make erasers for.”
“So if you want to write that love poem, take this pencil and this pad of paper too…
I have told you how to start…the rest is up to you.”
ONLY WORDS
Should poetic works be for general consumption
Is superficial readership the goal, and if so, why
Or aimed at those who as specialists, self-identify
Perhaps have in mind, those with some gumption
With words flowing well, it still takes some time
When following a pattern that’s hard to construct
In most verses, metaphors can be cleverly tucked
Most will accept the impact of meter and rhyme
Should it provide insight or just a pleasant sound
Words can describe the everyday or even fantasy
Or the beauty of nature when taking time to see
Yet success is when a meeting of minds is found
There are those who think in just two dimensions
And words at one level, can offer entertainment
But with a deeper resonance, makes a statement
When understood, can realise a poet’s intentions
When conjuring some vivid description of a scene
Magic can sometimes offer more than just reality
Looking behind the obvious, can focus on duality
What it can be, now is, or in the past, has been
JUST A FARMER
(music and lyrics by Joan Donnelly Ellis/Genre County/Male Vocals)
Verse 1
I watched you work the ground with horse and plough
With just the hunger of a dream to show you how
and I watched you hide the pride when God favored your side
And you came home to Mama and me satisfied
Chorus
Just a farmer and your armour was tractor horse and plough
and sweat upon your brow
A rising before dawn began to break
With shovel , spade and seeds to sow
God's love and a rake
Verse 2
Your eyes spoke of a heart filled with light
You rarely judged but when you did you were right
And I will always view you as my Knight in shining armor
A special farmer, Dad , you were my life RC
Spoken
I know you tried to mold me a rancher from my youth
But my hankerin' was for music and that's the truth
And when my love for music altered the course of your guide
I know something within you died Dad and Mama says you cried
Now I'm not sure why or what happened that changed things
But turns out music wasn't enough to fill the hunger in my soul
So I called Mama to tell her I was ready to follow in your footsteps as a farmer
And Mama told you. Mama said your room seemed to illuminate from your glow.
Repeat Chorus twice and fade out slowly at the end
Continue to part 2 ....Describes type of Music Video I have in mind for the song
Mischievous Cats
Bella and Shadow nestled in their woven beds on the cat tree.
Bella stretches out her legs and purrs.
"Psst, Psst. Hey, Shadow, are you up for some fun?"
"Sure!” Shadow purred, "What do you have in mind?"
"Let's go tease Peeddie.
Let's see how far he can stretch from his leash.
He is always eager to see us come near;
a stretch from his leash, whip lash for him."
Together, bolting for the stairs, they waited, looking around.
Out the pet door they hurried, down the porch steps and started across the yard.
Shadow caught up with Bella.
They crept ahead with a mission, staying low, using the bushes for cover.
Peeddie lies basking in the sun sleepy against a stake driven firmly into the ground, instead of his pillow inside his home.
Bella and Shadow creep forward through the mulch beneath the bushes,
a twig snapped off to one side.
Bella stared at Shadow and whispered,
"Hush! We don't want to warn Peeddie we're close."
Peedie, arose when he heard the snap, saw the two cats,
with precision, unleash his position.
"Uh-Oh!" Bella hissed and spat.
"W-h-a-t? Oh my gosh! ", Shadow said.
Somersaulted back home; for it had rain the night before and the ground became so soft, Peeddie had pulled out the stake.
Bella and Shadow bolted across the yard back through the pet door up the stairs.
They found out it was better to sleep like a mouse and let sleeping dogs lie.
Moral of the story,
Leave something alone if it might cause trouble.
07~10~16
ARTERIAL BITE ---- MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE
Has not my love been welcomed in delight
when no one else could woo the heart of thee,
so what recourse has moved you to this night
of holding back the love you promised me?
No mere bloodsucking's what I have in mind
but like the finest wine--appreciate
what love has layed here at your feet to find,
enjoy-- or when you cum, you'll cum too late.
No jugular has put out all this much
to princes of the dark, forget their claim!
now I place no demands on you as such;
to choose my love, you've but to say my name.
So lay you down, and bare where I should feed;
your artery, where flows the blood I need.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Aahhhh, The Quirky/Idiosyncrasies of MoonBee
Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
Icky …
Icky Who ?
… Never Mind, I’ll Come Back Later …
Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
Juan …
Juan Who ?
I Don’t Know, What Do You Have In Mind ?
Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
Hula …
Hula Who ?
Yes, When I Was Young …
Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
Toodle …
Toodle Who ?
… Ok
Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
Bye-Bye …
Bye-Bye Who ?
Look Lucy, We Found Ricky !
Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
Nu …
Nu Who ?
Well, If You Know Who, Why You Ask ?
Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
Woo …
Woo Who ?
… Ok, Who’s In Trouble ?
(The Obvious-Obvious, One)
Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
Who …
Who Who ?
Late Night, Huh ?
Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
Yu …
Not Me !
Yeah … Yu !
Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
Yu ! …
You Who ?!
… Hi …
Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
Yu !
Naaaaa, Naaaaa Interested !
Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
Boo …
Boo Who ?
Wait, I’m Not A Bill Collector !
Knock, Knock …
Who… who oo ‘s There ?
Sue …
Su suu sue, Who ?
(but then Door Opens, With A Crash
Double-Barrel, Points Out, Blasts
The Knocker Runs Fast, as Voice Shouts Out Rash
“ … Sue That ! and Don’t Come Back Talking ‘bout Whiplash”
And The Man Sits Back Down, To Finish His Glass
- - - - - - - - - - - -
Oh, Darn, I’m Out Of Egg-Nog and Jack D
Now, How Can I Make My Moonlight-Tea
Well, It’s Back To The Market, For MoonBee
He He He ! …
Have A Great Day, Y’all …
MoonBee
The work, the words
The worries, the wits
They are lazy today
They have been sleeping too long
In my body
In the broad way of my heart.
I think about you in the heavy traffic
I lay bare my desire
I search the bodies of
A vowel, a consonant, a simile
An oxymoron, a metaphor
To find a two-syllable title
I breathe in their mouths
With the thoughts I have in mind
I whisper into their ears
To hear the echoes of the words
To compose and feel the sound effect
With overflowing ideas in head
I touch the curved lips
To get you mold
Deep in the vault of your mouth
I feel you and hear you.
They’re awake, but lethargic
Spreading the page incoherently
They mean to frustrate me
As they are feeling mean
Dancing in different shapes
Splattered on my page.
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Dr. Ram Mehta
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Based on Surrealism
Eighth place win in :
Contest: Real, UNreal and Surreal sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
Witches three and cauldron black
Of spells and charms there be no lack
At dark woods edge upon a bleak height
Stoking the fire in the oncoming night
Gray is the sky
black tree branches bare
they sway, creak and crack
nought else but a howling wind there
Wolfsbane, thistle, coryander, and brine
Only heaven knows what
these three have in mind
Eerie recitations, incantations and rhyme
nought else to add
save more stirring and thyme
Witches three and cauldron black
Spirits roam! No turning back!
At dark woods edge upon that dreary height
Fanning the flames in the onrush of night