Best Here There And Everywhere Poems
Even so young, life is so precious
Of human nature there is but one thing on her mind
As the two year old sits on a puddled pavement...
Her tears withheld, from a saturated and stinky diaper
She is not frightened of the dangers that loom ahead
Thunder, lightning, fast rising floods that can swallow her whole
Fallen trees, debris flying here, there, and everywhere
Her only concern...is to save the worm
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4-15-2019
"Where flowers bloom, there is color, beauty and fragance, adding joy to life"~ By Poet
My garden now presents a lovely scene
So colorful with flowers unfolding their immaculate petals
And greeting me every morning
In varied shape and size and in sparkling shades
Among them are soothing little white flowers
Which open themselves at night in the lunar light,
Sensual red roses, multi shaded orchids
Flowers of pastel hues, colorful adeniums
And jasmines on creeping stems,
Intertwined and inseparable
Which send out a spray of heady aroma
When the gentle breeze sweeps past them
There are Bougainvillea’s of red, purple, and orange shades
Reflecting the iridescent colors of a setting sun
Rightly called paper flowers with their light weight
And lack of softness and synthetic appearance
These flowers, like torn pieces of crepe paper
Fly about with every sweeping wind,
Landing down scattered here, there and everywhere
Inciting mischief, but causing no harm
Pentas of lavender and white shade are seen
Nodding at butterflies wishing to be kissed and wooed.
Along with flowers grown in pots and soil
There are lovely water lilies in my little pond
Flowers brighten the indoors and outdoors
Lifting our mood and giving us immense joy
Oh Lovely maidens, you are one of a special kind
You bloom and smile for everyone to enjoy
But aren’t you there in my small garden,
Staying regal and proud especially for you and me?
My eyes are sore,
Bleary and tearful,
Not from any ailment,
Physical,
But from the mere fact,
That they have been seeing,
What they should not have,
A lot of bad, ugly and unjust,
And more of it,
Day in and day out,
Here, there and everywhere,
I am exhausted,
And do not want to see,
I would prefer,
To shut eyes down,
And remain blind.
Hummingbird..
Hummingbird with light brimming
Sing a song to awaken flowers that are hiding
On the gentle breezes I see you riding
Peace to all you bring
As if by magic you hover in time
The divine quiet of your wings drumming
You remind us to be still but never rigid
Sending us love to open our hearts
Softly you plant a seed in our doubts
When the seed begins to bud
One by one our doubts fall away
All pain dimming
Resolving lifes contradictions
Imbuing our world with every colour of the rainbow
Filling our souls with joy
Soothing heart and mind
Never wanting to be caged
To always fly free
Teaching us to live in harmony
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Inspired by Debbie Guzzi's newest blogs..
I like Hummingbird because of their magical qualities, Hummingbird feathers have long been used for the making of love charms. It is said that Hummingbird conjures love as no other medicine does, and that Hummingbird feathers open the heart. Without an open and loving heart, you can never taste the nectar and pure bliss of life. To Hummingbird, life is a wonderland of delight!
If Hummingbird is your personal medicine, you love life and its joys. Your presence brings joy to others. You join people together in relationships which bring out the best in them. You know instinctively where beauty abides and, near or far, you journey to your ideal. You move comfortably within a beautiful environment and help others to taste the succulent nectar of life.
If Hummingbird has flown into your life today, get ready to laugh and enjoy the Creator's many gifts. Drop your judgmental attitudes and relax. Hummingbird will no doubt give you a flash of the spirit, darting here, there, and everywhere. Get ready for a strange new burst of energy which may send your senses reeling.
Hummingbird hears celestial music and is in harmony with it. Hummingbird may invite you to an art museum or a concert. Follow Hummingbird and you will soon be filled with joy and experience a renewal of the magic of living!
I glance.... your in a trance
I glare, you stare
and then your not there
Im here.... waiting....
not waiting..
..just being.
Im now here, there and everywhere
..content being
then your here and Im there and your....
waiting..
Impatiently..
Its gone, the moments gone.
holding
myself upright
walking along narrow
strips of solid redeeming faith
trusting
handed
over all things
and waiting on the Lord
may not see immediate changes
praying
message:
don't come to see
can claim occupancy
showing how I cared for this piece
peaceful
no heir
in city or town?
foolish to not have any
here there and everywhere collecting
prayerful
Paris in the spring time,
As the world comes to life,
I'd be on someone else's dime,
Fall in love and forget my strife.
Los Angeles for the glamour,
I'd mingle with the stars,
I'd watch the paparazzi clamour,
To get the scoop in high end bars.
Fiji for sand, sea and sun,
I'd laze on the beach,
The nights would be fun,
My worries out of reach.
In Rio de Janeiro, I would dance,
In Rome and Venice, I'd find romance.
March 2017
Tommy fell off his bike and broke his bum
When he set off to find a new one
Big, tall, or one size fits all
A man he met at the mall,
offered a new bum but for a large sum
Tommy looked here, there, and everywhere
Even the stores where they sold underwear
To venders who had his back
But his bum still had a huge crack!
Something was still wrong, how very unfair
His bum was so noisy it brought him shame
It made weird noises and he got the blame
Tooting, hooting, and squeaking
when anyone started speaking
His bum sounded like a video game
When he discovered he had the loudest,
his talent made Tommy the proudest,
A butt trumpeting bold,
better than a pot gold
His sound-system backside, the best!
Sonic blasts when Tommy bent over
He picked a perfect four-leaf clover
A gas that blew him away
well into St. Paddy’s Day
A blast heard from Dublin to Dover
Here, There and Everywhere
Communicating can come with celebrating
And also while I seem to be waiting
We could contribute and be creating
And everyone around us educating.
Success sure is such a lucrative thing
Many feelings of love will always bring
And shower of songs we are singing
Live in whole world is worth being.
Be prepared with a positive prayer
With everyone people want to share
And incredible God beyond compare
Is always here, there and everywhere.
Do you know what my biggest problem is?
Trying to stop writing down poems so I can
start typing all of them up.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
Rushing here, there and everywhere,
A mind that leaps canyons and space
Ricocheting, bouncing on rock walls,
Dislocation with turbulent pace.
Scuffing up dust and then zinging,
Off at wild tangents or angles,
Darting, exploding like fireworks,
Neurological barbed wire tangles.
And sometimes, sometimes crave tearing
At the flesh beneath tingling skin,
To rip this man-suit off the mainframe
And extinguish the chaos within.
It happened on the beach
One afternoon in the sun
It happened in the shower
When the day was done
It happened in the car
Parked in the multistory
It happened on the sofa
Watching Toy Story
It happened on a bench
One night in the park
It happened at the pictures
On the back row in the dark
It happened on an airplane
I’m sure it will again
It happened in a bus shelter
One night in the rain
It happened in a taxi
On the way to waterloo
I got that empty feeling
Because I’m missing you
Little
bright, yellow heads
despised not for beauty.
That are here, there and everywhere
I tread.
Gently,
tentatively
in your meadowy home
amidst copious genera
alone.
Myself
but not really
alone. Strolling along
accompanied by my friends at
my feet.
Brushing
jagged edged leaves-
like baby lions teeth.
So aptly named dent de lion
Lead on!
Yellow
companions. The
time is nearly late. Your
feathered, cottony heads show a
little.
HONEST CHEATING
At dady's home,
I grew up in few days,
Seems childhood was in a haze,
Hence it forked me up to teenage.
Oh! I miss the time when I had time,
Time to pluck mangoes and berries,
Time to dress like ferries,
A time without all earthy worries.
What a pleasure I earned,
When I spent hours,
In guessing constellations of stars,
And air them thanks in language of guitars.
Time whisked you forth so quickly,
Like rainbow fade away from sky,
Like rain drops leave clouds so high,
Just like tides rapidly say shore good bye.
Will you join me once,
If I invite you to blow paper boats,
Or lean in mud type crazy thoughts,
Or decorate earthen pots.
Shortly you lived, like a day before sun,
And night less than dawn,
Still for realm of your own,
Dear, no word yet known.
I stood with you, sat with you,
You stood with me, sat with me,
In all seasons blossomed from bud of lily,
To a blessing of thee.
Seasons flew off in few flicks,
Summers gone, gone springs,
You evaporated mutely without any zing,
You surely be having wings.
While angles chant words of wisdom,
An old heart's beats descend,
Then a new life decorates land,
With childhood as first friend.
I saw you in shiny mirror,
Also in broken bottle's bits so mere,
Here, there and everywhere,
You were not at all unfair.
So many letters I wrote to you,
I did all I could,
But you didn't turn back dear childhood,
For a last hug there i stood.
In an affair with books,
Teenage good byed me,
I caved window of stars to see,
I thought it was your turn to bee.
Plans of tomorrow replaced joys of today,
In struggle for money and honey,
I even bribed youth to dig little bunny,
But never prized days so sunny,
Now see impact of your old company,
The child in an oldie is still shouting,
"get up on feet for a final feting",
Dear departed you did an honest cheating..
If any parents were to check a facebook account of any teenager...
It stretches their imaginations to see friends from the world over...
Some friends claimed to be some famous idols,
Some even have pictures of popular people...
How can a teenaged kid to know that the nice bosom internet pal,
Is actually in disguise, a killer or pedophil on the prowl...
The dastardly one can claim to be in some far away place...
When in truth he could in the neighbourhood near to your place...
It is so frightening who are being allowed into our lives..
If we indiscriminately accept and say yes to every request to be friends...
Your lovely son or daughter that you'll give up life to protect...
Could be already in a deadly trap of a so called internet friend in regular contact...
It explains how teenaged girls are lured away so readily by an internet friend..
Cos in their squeeky clean innocence they can't see some friends are fiends...
You'll please share this info around, given the dangers that are abound...
In the various forms of social media, we as parents may be very much unaware...
It's frightening how some kids posts their presence....
Here, there and everywhere about their presence....
Sadder still like a much circulated article earlier...
Some proud parents promote their gorgeous precious children...
Little knowing someone with bad intentions, may be collecting information...
Heavens forbid but some young kids are subtlely lured away....
Leaving grieving parents bewildered and dismayed..
Their precious little one is now lost or gone astray..
Like a 14 year girl love besotted teenager who was to journey to Syria...
All alone in the name of blinded love and religious fervour...
See then these incidents of awful dangers challenging our teenagers..
As parents, sworn to protect our children, wake up to these dangers!
The way earth was born
a loud big bang .
The wind blew
and the leaves sang.
And thus the growth of life started
a cycle very much repeated.
And then they arrived
creatures with two legs and pride .
Humans as they came to be called
destroyed everything even the forest
that blocked their stride
to enjoye their life to the fullest.
They remade matter
in an open cloud vomiting structure.
These nasty clouds used to scatter
here , there and everywhere
killing the fine green threads of the soil
and their breathing material –the air.
And later
earth lost patience and grew red with rage
the most disastrous stage .
Violent volcanoes earth quakes and what not.
They had to face the wrath
the consequence of their chosen path.
Then skitter asked his alien mother
so did it fall in a pit
or join the dead in the pyre
the mass of soil and water
earth as how they called it.
She replied with wonder-
son,everything born has to end
it is the debt they have pay to the creator.