Best I Guess Poems
I just KNEW I was a woman
a woman inside a man’s body
therefore I went under the knife
(My surgeon said it went well)
But when I looked in the mirror
I was appalled and yes, horrified
Even after applying makeup
and donning a push-up bra
I was just plain----Ug-LEEE
(We shan’t discuss chest-down)
Thus, I had a change of heart
I wanted to restore my manhood
and kindly asked my doctor
for a reverse operation...
Wanna know what she told me??
“GIRL, you ain’t got the BALLS”...
Everything has a meaning in the universe, you, me,
If you see the night, a shooting star,
Someone surely loves you, have a dream,
Make a wish; listen gently to your heart.
Everything has a meaning in the universe, time,
La Valsa Da Dor de villa Lobos, all music
Cradles your heart with a soft sun, sapphire
Make a wish; listen gently to your heart.
Everything has a meaning in the universe, you too,
Cities in peace are the most beautiful, yes,
The sky, the night, the jams of mirabelles,
Write a poem; listen gently to your heart.
Tout a un sens dans l’univers, toi, moi,
Si vous voyez la nuit, une étoile filante,
Quelqu’un vous aime surement, faites un rêve,
Faites un vœu, écoutez gentiment votre cœur.
Tout a un sens dans l’univers, le temps,
La Valsa Da Dor de villa Lobos, la musique
Berce votre cœur d’un doux soleil, saphique
Faites un vœu, écoutez gentiment votre cœur.
Tout a un sens dans l’univers, vous aussi,
Les villes en paix sont les plus belles, oui,
Le ciel, la nuit, les confitures de mirabelles,
Écrivez un poème, écoutez gentiment votre cœur.
Vicodin? Sure. I guess so.
Might as well give it a go.
Codeine? Why not.
I am not an astronaut.
The pain is back
And I am mad.
It may be the worst
I’ve ever had.
What about your pills
I ask my Dad.
What are you taking?
Seeing them I’m glad.
Morphine? Sure. Why not? I ask.
I mix them with codeine, in a holiday flask.
I am dead now, due to poisoning myself
Found on Christmas day by a Santa Claus Elf.
I thought we both felt the same,
but i guess i was wrong
i thought you cared
but i guess i was wrong
i thought i could trust you
i thought you'd be there
i thought of a lot of things
but most of all
i thought you were my friend
but i guess i was wrong.
...or just thoughts
I just want to create
I guess that’s it, just create
Money does not move me
Fame? Why do people want fame?
Glory? I build in obscurity.
Legacy? How can the dead enjoy?
I just want to create
Just to see it grow
To see it go from nothing to something
Not because of sunlight
Not because of nature
Because of me
Is that wrong?
I guess it is a little vain
I know all things are vanity
But, these are my thoughts
Wrong thoughts, maybe
They are MY imperfect thoughts
I just want to create
Cause and effect
Action and reaction
Thought and fruition
It seems simple
Too simple, to some
They want more
Some verbose explanation
Some critical reason
It is not that complex
I just want to create
I guess that’s it, just create
There's something strange up in the sky
It's been days since we've seen it
The clouds look growly and black
Is it possible they'll chase it back
The buffalo enjoy the new grass
The ponds the ducks and geese
But me I've been mudded in
It's just like walking on grease
We accept these days of rain
They are a blessing from above
And after these days have gone
They are very scare the whole year long
If we were a thousand or two feet higher
It would then be snow
And then once again
I'd be stuck here at home
My daughter said "just suck it up, at least the wind didn't blow."
I must admit she was right
The new shingles on my roof
Have a hundred mile an hour goal.
Don't get me started on the wind
For the lands where I have lived
Have winds from tornados on down
To not even a little breeze
I was in a couple tornados in Kansas
I'd rather watch than stay in a cellar
But in Wyoming it near knocks me off my feet
And readjusts my car door.
It just came to me
No wonder I do eat
It is the only way
I can remain on my feet.
P. S. The last verse
Does fill my heart with glee
Now I don't have to worry about
The weight you see on me
Cile Beer
cold water swimmers
have got a VERY apt name
they're called 'The BlueTits'
I don’t want to feel this way
As if you took all of the air out of my lungs when you left.
I fight through it everyday,
And you will never know how hard I wept.
You stole the only light I had
Leaving me in an world of silent nothingness.
I did everything you asked
Upon my worst enemy, I wouldn’t wish this loneliness.
I miss the way we’d laugh
And how we’d comfort each other when we would cry.
I miss the way we’d sing and dance
And the way you’d make me laugh without having to try.
But I hate your empty promises
And your cold, meaningless, and beautiful lies.
I was nothing but a distraction
But for me, you were the stars to my night sky.
For two years my love was yours
But now I know your heart was never mine.
For you, I’d crawl across the earth and more
And for you, I know I was just a way to waste your time.
I was never the object of your desires
Not even someone to whom you could tell the truth
You were a boy trying to build a man’s empire
Acting as if the world couldn’t see you were forever hooked on your youth.
You know, I guess I’m glad we’re not together
Just embarrassed that it took so long
You taught me through your mistakes that I deserve better
I don’t have many regrets but you were certainly something I did wrong.
fumble, bumble, flip and flop
theres no doubt i am a sop
this new years resolution
uphold my constitution
dust myself off with a mop.
Every time I take a step
Another stair, I'm given
Challenge after challenge
Is the type of life I'm living
The smallest thing I choose to do
Becomes a large production
While I remove what's in my way
I find a new obstruction
It seems that I am fighting
All the time to make my way
To a place that I can rest
If even, for a day
Yet I fear to end this struggle
For life itself must cease
So I pray to the Great Land Lord
To please renew my lease
Today was the big day! I bought a scratch-off ticket two days ago and won $25,000.00! Can
you imagine that? Me, a lonely unemployed nobody, strikes it rich. Yee-Hah! So, I'm off to the
lottery collections agency to cash in my lucky windfall. The polite gentleman handed me
the necessary forms. I feverishly completed them and within 36 minutes was awarded my
check. Wow! Me, a single, unrecognized nobody, is clutching a mild fortune.
“Zippety-Do-Dah!” Whistling a happy tune, I venture home. Three blocks before reaching my
domicile, I spotted a young lad on the corner of Clark Street and 9th Avenue. He was
sitting on the cold concrete playing with an energetic puppy - yet, he was crying. "Hey,
kid, that's a beautiful puppy you've got." The young boy looked up at me and stammered:
"He's not my puppy, Mister. I found him here in the street a little while ago. The doggie
has no home." My heart skipped two beats. "Where do you live, son?" The tearful boy
crooked his head towards a dilapidated house two lots away from the corner of Clark
Street. I didn't think anyone lived there. I paused for a second and then:
"Hey, Mister? Do you have an extra quarter?" I was speechless for a moment.
"Excuse me, Mister...um, do you have a dime or a quarter? I have two quarters in my pocket.
If I get one more I can buy the puppy a can of dog food at the corner store." Containing a smile,
I lost my breath. I regained my wits and asked: "Would your Mom and Dad approve of you
having a puppy?" The young lad kept his head down and replied: "Well, my Dad is dead.
But I know my Mom would like this puppy. It's just that my Mom can't walk and, um...
I take care of her and, um...we really wouldn't have enough money to take
care of a dog, anyways." My heart was breaking. "What's your name son?"
I didn't understand who's tears I was envisioning - his or mine.
"Charlie, Mister." "My name's, Charlie."
(SEE Part 2 OF THE STORY FOR THE ENDING...)
For: Carol Brown
I Hepled The Needy contest
(This is Part I of the story)
After speaking with Charlie for almost an hour, the young lad invited me to his home. When
I entered the front door, I froze. There was hardly anything there. No pictures on the
walls. No television. No stereo. No washer. No dryer. Hardly any food in the
refrigerator. No color. No life. Barren and empty. I watched the young boy - correct me;
the young man - lead the playful puppy into his Mom's bedroom. Charlie shyly introduced me to his
Mom and we became friends ever since that awkward and poignant moment. Charlie's mother,
like he, was a charismatic and wonderful person. Their beauty resonated in their eyes and
their smiles - but mostly, it echoed from their hearts. I silently felt the smooth envelope
in my pocket. I thought: "God didn't bless me with monetary fortune."
He granted and blessed me with something more. So much more.
Before I left that day - I still remember Charlie asking me: "Hey, Mister...what's
you're name?" I sort of chuckled and replied: "Um...I'm Santa Claus!" The young man giggled
and shouted: "Hey, Santa...what should we name the puppy?" I paused: "Lucky...I guess."
Bursting into laughter Charlie chimed: "LUCKY...I like the name, Lucky!" Catching a swallow, I replied:
"Me too." "Will I see you again, Santa?" A second shiver and a pause: "Yes, Charlie...yes you will."
The $25,00.00, you ask? Well, let's just say the newly employed somebody is now happily
married to a beautiful and loving wife, spends all of his free time with a handsome, affectionate
son, Charlie, in a cozy and quaint home...and plays Frisbee with a very, very, very...
LUCKY dog. And me? Well, I'm the one who was lucky, I guess.
And the moral of the story...well, it had nothing to do with money. It was about destiny and
small miracles and good fortune...and love.
"HONEY, CHARLIE...LUCKY....I'm home!"
I'm home...
For: Carol Brown
I Helped The Needy contest (This is Part II of the story)
A civilised mind has become the gem that glues this broken mould together
it can identify each piece putting it properly in place of origin
with the perfect picture hate attacks colouring around normal
Attacking the source that painted this masterpiece vandalising the canvas
criminal every alteration of the law drawn from the book of Wisdom
direct approval of this deeply disturbing alteration carries a penalty
sell your soul to the highest bidder right or wrong is where loyalty sits
A tale of two paths where knowledge talks to the fool
are you the ancestor of the ape or man this fence divides
whom do you follow when you twist the truth with lies
Half-baked smiles, conversations disarrayed, high in poetry, I guess I’m nineteen.
Half-filled maturity, occasional fits of naivety, I guess I’m nineteen.
Eyes frenzied, tears anfractuous, it’s too dry, the environs, where to look, where to?
Voices seem distant, no arc of light behind dark dreary, I guess I’m nineteen.
Scampering through days, slugging through moments, no sense of time, only of beauty;
I guess it’s too late to say, “I don’t want to be twenty”, now that I’m nineteen.
Age opens a lid, Dew, experience lifts, winds hurl it through light into darkness:
Past days of childish frolic, recreational pranks, gone free, I guess I’m nineteen.
-Pin Dew (30/04/2017)
apologetic in action
dramatized in elections
to justify self-interests