Best Hrs Poems
An Old Man’s Bedtime Prayer
Lord: Now I lay me down to rest.
To get away from this days test.
To rest my head on pillows fluff.
To clear my head of all the stuff.
That comes your way as you get old.
It’s part of life that’s seldom told.
I hope to get some 10 hrs. sleep.
I’ll probly end up counting sheep.
As I look back across my days.
I know I’ve sinned in many ways.
I’m real sorry. I’ve told you that.
To say again just sounds “old hat”.
But now I plead for this short break.
To get some rest for bodies sake.
If you “Oh LORD” my wish would grant.
And do for me something I can’t.
For I’ve no strength, my life to take.
Just let me die before I wake.
For my old joints have turned to rust.
I’d just as soon they’re back to dust.
Lord: If I’d wake and look about.
I’d “Hoot & Holler” and give a shout.
If I would find that was my fate.
To there be standing, inside “The Gate”
To know at last I’d passed the test.
I don’t need seats among the best.
It’s enough to not be missed.
My name was on His special list.
But you know best, I’m sure of that.
So if I wake, I’ll just hang pat.
I’ll dream of red, rare, steaks so fat
To ponder where the “Good Times” at.
I’ll shuffle through another day.
And burn more bills we strain pay.
To keep us warm in this cold pit.
And by the window now to sit.
As I think back to ‘yester’ years.
With all the joy, few sprinkled tears.
I never dreamed, these “Golden Years”
Would be so filled with pain and fears.
I never thought I’d leave alone.
My wife & I would share our home.
But when I’m gone, alone she’ll bow.
She’ll need get by . . .I don’t know how.
With this I’ll close my nightly plea.
I’d be forever in debt to thee.
If you would oft stop by this way.
To comfort wife here every day.
Written to honor all the elderly that
Struggle with their health, their obligations,
their present & their future.
Categories:
hrs, age, prayer, religious, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
The message relayed by the computer generated
voice said my que in line would be
approximately 20 minutes.
So I had twenty minutes to think about
what I needed to say.
I ran it over and over again in my head
All my rational arguments and opinions
Then twenty minutes later the voice returns
to say that due to the high volume of calls
we ask you to leave a detailed message
and an agent will return your call in the next 48 hrs.
So in my best computer generated voice
I give my name and say,
Due to lack of dealing with an actual human
please be advised
that I will be cancelling my insurance
with your lame ass company.
This phone call may be recorded
for training purposes
for the next time I want to dump
a crap company such as yours.
Do not call in the next 48 hrs
as I will be out shopping for a company
with actual humans on staff.
Categories:
hrs, computer, nonsense,
Form:
Narrative
If you ever
meet death
tell him
i stopped by
he wasn’t home
I knocked on
his door
only silence
only darkness
he was lucky
Tell him
i know what
he did
crushed alhaji
under the trailer
Stole daniel
only 4 hrs old
took dad
while i was away
the coward
If you see death
warn him
i lay in wait
i’m not hurried
i’ve come for him
Categories:
hrs, death,
Form:
Free verse
I Wonder if He Wore a Fedora
He passed a few months ago.
I looked through a few pics
of him when he was young.
He grew up in the depression,
so there weren’t many.
Black and whites, no dates.
None of him smiling,
just a vacant stare,
familiar at that time,
Hand me downs clothes
of a cotton farmer,
Hardscrabble life for this
child of the 30’s.
He didn’t talk much
about that life.
Well, a few times:
how he got two pairs
of shoes a year,
oranges for Christmas.
Patched pants so short,
the kids made fun of him.
Never made it past the eighth grade.
By the time he was eighteen,
his hands looked fifty.
Twelve to fifteen hrs.
a day picking cotton will
make a young man old.
I picked up another picture.
Some other man from the 30’s,
sitting on a bench in front
of the Memphis Zoo.
Wearing a Fedora.
Sophisticated looking.
I wonder if my dad wore a Fedora.
I asked a lot of questions
when I was young.
But that wasn’t one of them.
I can’t ask him now,
but I know what he’d say.
“Those were for the rich, son,
The Boss-man.”
“Not common folk like us,
who knew their place.
You can’t be more
than you are.”
But he was wrong.
Although he was raised
poor common folk,
he worked all his life.
Loved one woman.
Raised his children right
and loved his God.
He died a rich man.
He would have looked
damn good in a Fedora.
11/5/16
Categories:
hrs, father, perspective, remember,
Form:
Free verse
Last night I had a long and restless night,
I couldn't sleep, I tried with all my might.
I couldn't get the “ phrase 24 hrs out of my head,
so next thing you know I stumbled out of my bed.
And I began to think about my life and all that I had done,
I thought about my many failures and victories I had won.
But I thought about having only 24 hrs left,
would I be selfish and only think about self
Yes, I have to make my wrongs right,
strive to love and not give up the fight.
I will try my best to be the version of me
and forgive others and let bygones flee.
I have no time to hold a grudge
or sit around and misjudge.
I just want to live my very best life
and let go of misery and strife.
Spend valuable time with my precious babies,
forget about the should have beens and maybes.
Our time on earth goes by extremely fast,
so with my 24 hrs I will strive to have a blast.
Alexis Y.
10-26-18
Categories:
hrs, introspection,
Form:
Couplet
RUNAWAY TRAIN
A runaway train a life full of pain
Running avoiding the hurt
Getting away with lies, dancing in the rain
Treating everyone like dirt
Call me insane
I am my on freak on my runaway train
Running like the gingerbread man
Running as fast as I can
Catch me now if you can
Abandoning every life plan
Removing the ones in my life I cannot stand
Finding myself in Rome
How the Hell did i end up in another land
Take me French men by the hand
Sent me back with the runaway brand
Trust me it is no joy to feel like a toy
Runaway train has been my only joy
Leaving everything behind
Meting myself as a homeless in every cargo
Runaway train in my on matchbox
Runaway train lighting up the flames
Runaway train my life full of speed
Running avoiding my hearts need
Tracking me down and you'll find me in my own
( Soul Asylum) lost in a ( Runaway Train)
********A FUN SPROUT
My runaway train has ended
, everyone joined, jumped in my cargo
My runaway train all the supers mended
Waiting on them who joined my Wells Fargo
Thank you everyone for closing the contest,
In less than 24 hrs. Did not expect that.
Being my first contest and all,
I looked for one thing i needed to see.
A different point of view Of what I wrote above
SKAT
Categories:
hrs, abuse, adventure, childhood, confusion,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
My beautiful black queen.
Hugging you, holding you close to me, making me warm, and i don't mean body heat, having
mine sex, sitting watching the sun set, truly thinking, how you make me better, so forever, I
will love you,
My beautiful black queen.
Tallan J Bent (C) 18/05/08 23:08Hrs
Categories:
hrs, lovebeautiful, beautiful, me,
Form:
.
How about a One Pot Kitchen
Minimalist to the Max
First sort out Food
Millet - 5 grains
And a Clay pot
Rotate millets
Every 2 days
Soak and boil
Soak for 8 hrs.
In 5 times water
Leave it overnight
Thereafter COOK it !
first thing in the morning
Slow cook an hour on flame
Toss some greens and veggies
The porridge gets ready as base
With warm soup as the first course
add some crackling spice in Niger oil
Now we need just 1 more vessel ..that ..is ...all
I use a cast Iron ‘ kadahi’ from here on
Flame it hot ..cast iron pot...pour Ghee
Add some chopped onions spices et al.
The cooked millet porridge is tossed in
And voila you can make any no.of dish
And yes. NO compulsory need for Salt.
Now the real fun is ‘time management’
In a 24 hour cycle- Clay Pot is utilized
8 hrs soak 16 hrs to store the cooked
Lunch at 11 dinner by7 that’s 8+16 hr
(A 16 hr gap is suggested in between
2 big meals with light eat in evening)
Yes. Entire day the food stays fresh
+ Slight fermenting is encouraged
some add curd or coconut water
Sprouts ginger garlic turmeric
Boiled eggs potatoes sage
Vinegar Garnish
.
Millets in Clay pot
Experience Zen in kitchen
Categories:
hrs, food,
Form:
Concrete
This is a fun little story....
While in Germany.....with USARGE...I got an assignment....go to this city...we met four
Special Forces Operatives and helped them get on the right train....that's all....and we did
just that....fifteen mintues work...
Baby... We were in Koln....the Captitol of W. Germany.....this is were the story gets a bit
wild.....After more drinking than even I thought I could do.....it was 05:00 Hrs....and we had
a train to catch.....we grabbed our bags...and we went down the stairs of this small
Gausthouse and tried the front door...it was locked....Crap!
The train was leaving in just a half hour...we had to go!
Upstairs...a window...I ran up the stairs to look out....Oh! This should be easy.
And the window was open..we could climb out...and jump down onto a tile roof maybe five
five feet below us...then drop to the side walk.....and make a run for the train......sounded
good right! Well, at first....
My fellow Patriot..climbed out the window first...made a rolling motion as he hit the roof five
feet below him and rollled again... as he hit the ground below.....
Wow! I am no super Hero....but that was good.....But I was in good shape too....I got on
the ledge...with my suit case....and threw it.....and it fell to the ground two stories below
me....
Okay, here goes....just a simple jump....five feet..go...go...and I did...and I tripped.
And felt myself hitting the red tiled roof.....and....and..going through it!.....and landing in
someone's attic....on my back.....looking up at a huge hole I had made in the roof. Oh
Crap!.....I waited a second or two to see if anyone was aroused by the noise I made falling
threw the roof.....Nothing, not a sound....I picked myself up off the attic floor, brushed
off my Class "A" Uniform from all the debris and checked myself for injuries...only my pride
was wounded.
I climbed out the hole in the roof....slid down to the edge of the roof and jumped to the
ground...thud! After checking to see again if anyone had noticed all the commotion.....My
buddy and I walked the four blocks to the Haumpt Bahnhoff.....and made good our esape.....
A true story......
Categories:
hrs, adventure
Form:
Narrative
CAN WE START LOVE OVER AGAIN
Just because you love me and I love you back it doesn't mean we are a perfect match,
You like me from day dot, and I’ve got an open heart, for you,
Still doesn’t mean we have a future together in this world,
But I’ll still be loving you, lusting you, wanting you, needing you next to me,
So please listen up b,
We can see where life has in store for us, what life has in order for us,
So please can we start all over again,
Put down are barriers, and start love all over again,
Because I know you love me but it appears you are scared of loving me.....
I know you're not scared of lions, tigons or bears but you're scared of loving me....
So can we just start love all over again...?
Tallan J Bent (c) 23/02/09 03:49Hrs
Categories:
hrs, friendship, life, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Now as I look up I catch myself, i revert my attention and I raise that man out the gutter, Oh he loves this, kinda feels familar, feels solid, Definately noticed before I left what my respect What? Sir i always give it first, try that man test him hard in a devils hell, he past them, threw me a pass, Miranda's, be my destination, gradual i give him my back, stab that dagger I still take a hit, Matters much, becuz everyman deserves his shot, 1700 hrs at the distance of latticework, branch breaker devastating on a branch dividian, swift well strong too, oh well i be a man eating ninjas the powers here area mysteries, christened chisels chosen for chips that fly chopped suey, copycat that cc cc, density left handed pulled the lever and said sTori's in better melodies,
and story's left unsaid said spoke Mandy's please Im pissing offf the managment, Chrissy damn well slip into a ****ing a man speaking serious now, Champs too, and who the **** is she? trying chances in a chandas challenge, falling behind well u silent, thinking i could never say more till i say less, as I pledge my blood on theses streets forever, I cant seem simpleminded in your head im a new hate, im raw thug talk no baby im beating demons better careflight these pussies, and there right b4 me, is the main presentation. I switch my flow and i spoke in Satin, condolences there I see the hurt in my family eyes, Dealt a challengen man, felt the weight of the actual burden is very heavy,
Very scary if u never ignored lasers dots, On the mic creating Jaxwax my product recomends to refuse a haters offer
Categories:
hrs, art,
Form:
Rhyme
To the world one can be seen to be as small as an ant but it is a mountain spirit which one
will see through words of truth and right, good over evil, one will see the light and brightness
in one soul, not matched even by 4 of the earth’s sun. A light so bright it allows every other
candle flame to become a forest fire to shine bright. A light so bright it will awaken the mind
to the fight for Truth and Right, Good over evil, Love over war, Spirit over material things, a
light with the power to unite, a light of understanding and righteousness.
Tallan J Bent 29.07.2010 (c) 02:38Hrs
Categories:
hrs, black african american, lifelight,
Form:
Free verse
Iris in the pupil of the mother cat's eye
turns golden red,with irritable pry.
Her engineer boss,admirable and witty
in an iota of time,caught her little orangey
went away,in an excellent costly Porsche,
impressive sound it emits per se.
The mother's heart knocks out anxiously
to beg her generous master,genially
"kindly, return the apple of my eye"
and bring over the lost order without a sigh.
Absurd it is ! how can anyone appreciate
this kink,towards a mother's right !!
Written on : 8/7/2016
Time taken to write:2 hrs
Categories:
hrs, child, mom, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm tired,but I still have to live
I'm tired,with so much to give
Never knowing when the world will end
So hard to raise kids in a world of sin
It depends on what you know!!
Thinking hard as I'm going to the top floor
Trying to hide,but they still watching
24 hrs later and the demons are still clocking
Thinking deep,as I release this frustration
I'm tired of not knowing what I'm facing
The thoughts of someone you can relate to
Basing kindness off what someone gave you
I'm tired,60 words with 60 seconds racing
Telling my fears that you made it
Categories:
hrs, anger, anxiety, appreciation, blessing,
Form:
Rhyme
we wake every morning wit the same frame of mind ,so much to do but never enough time. but still we rush to get it all complete, which is so hard to do on 4 hrs, sleep. pouring all into the lil time we have left , trying to please all but ourself.thinking one day it'll all pay off{who knew it come at such a great cost} yet here again in the bed we lay preparing to do it all over today...
Categories:
hrs, life,
Form:
Canzone