Best Improved Poems
You can pick and choose your friends,
who is true who is pretend
Who needs you then they leave you
If it suits them
then refuse them
Are they there
do they care
do they have nerve
do they dare
is it all one way and nothing back
Are they owed a favour broken track
Looping around and using you
never occurring they should too
It’s not time that makes them close
It’s what they do when you lose hope
Do they celebrate your victories
And sit with you through your miseries
When you use up your energy
If they don’t they’re an enemy
Are they quick to point out what they’re owed
they want it paid back what they’ve showed
Think they’re smarter than you are
Push their luck and go too far
Friends aren’t always what they seem
they’re not always what you need
Sometimes you should up and leave
Even if they feel aggrieved
Their probably a victim
If so they are restricting
Time on them but if removed
Time on you sees you improved
That is truth,
in England
all people have looked as polished talents and genius,
even a driver there
or porter, or steward,
or begger, or trader,
or stealer, or priest,
or head of ministry
do not work without great quality and service.
There is, seem, only one stupid man - mister Bean,
who prevailed all brilliant persons given together.
They are all have made themselves
as they want and planned
through successful work
and competition
in various branches and activities
of high improved community,
while the others unlucky
inhabitant of authoritarian countries,
post-soviet states
and Islamic caliphates
as the Iranian regime
that must proud only with Omar Hayam
in last millennium,
have had a very small portion
of really famous and respected men
or just intrinsic professionals.
And their waste majority
looks like as screws in clock,s engine,
or as soldiers in training camp of rebuilding empire,
or as religious fanats in Friday namaz
or as new slaves
in collective farm and weapon producing factories.
They have not any chances
for arise to personality
in terms of quality and standards
so usual for British community.
We dump waste
To recycle, remade or reuse
But we hide our feelings deep in the heart
Never mean for recycling
Happiness to be appreciated, to be remembered
And sadness to be discarded
Or to be transformed into an experience or a lesson
We keep our knowledge in mind
Never to be polished after retirement
But the world is changing every minute
Some old knowledge have to be
Recycled, improved, reused or discarded
We adopted old habits and beliefs
Without ever dropping them
But old habits and beliefs have to be sieved
Those beneficial and true remain
Recycling will yield experience, new knowledge and truth
Which will indeed lead to a happier life
Renewed
Invest some time in changing you
Modify daily habits
Proclaim your victory
Renew your mind set
Organize all
Void the doom
Enjoy
Dare
10-7-2015
I believe a Force in the universe
pushes around and around suns, moons
pulls and pushes electrical storms
galaxies swarm as stars sway and form
I believe there is a Force that rules
a universe that sent the stars into the night
creates all the living creatures microbe to man
seaweed, otter, whale, shark, coral, sand
the leopard the lion the wild forest buffalo
why I wonder why the pain why is it so
but this I ponder, this in life we cannot know
I wonder does this Force sigh
as creatures fight for more life
beyond what the universe intends
Or is all good and evil, sickness
and health, weak and strong
life and death part of a creative plan
here I sigh why is it so for deep in my heart
I think we cannot know
Recipe For Improved Life
One change a month
In a period of a year
One will surely rejoice
Being delighted with choice
Kindness
Start with one act of kindness
To the ones closest to you
Deeds of kindness in lieu of stew
Good Deeds
Do one good deed each day
To the ones you love
Know you'll receive blessings from above
Patience
Strive to be more patient
Stop and think before respond
Bite your tongue anger won't be spawned
Anger
Work on anger control
Think before you react
Remember treat one's family with tack!
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Spotted dress respectable knee length
Disguises her many feathered fetishes
Fecked feeling clucky, red hen strength
Broods on bed of egg beak wet wishes
Wings tuck tight within delicate dreams
Shell inhibits image of sloppy slack yolk
Tiny tapping tells a time arrived redeems
Ruptured glue leak nesting box will soak
Eggy Peggy Sue oogles roosters commit
White eruption risen warm oven can cook
Pyriforms produced cushion a faithful sit
Cracked careless spill beneath silly chook
Attired in cabaret shake head resplendent
Requires stupid roosters follow new rules
Delicious derived from proud independent
Boss of her box where boys beg for jewels
10th January
Hen Sanctuary
Be first to forgive;
There will be a compromise,
And improved future.
Jim Horn
Our crumpled thoughts don't leave for good -
They saturate and brew,
Emerging back just when they should.
Revised, they feel like new.
January 14, 2021
Susie’s skirts now conceal her behind
(most of it), and she’s not so inclined
to get drunk and start fights
at the bars. She delights
in declaring, “Look, y’all. I’m refined!
As sons go, I've got one of the best
Proud as punch as you can see
A lot of his traits are much like mine
A new and improved version of me
We walk the same, we talk the same
Our outlook is almost identical
Finding humour in mundane things
Funny bones we constantly tickle
Enjoy performing our comedy routine
For those who happen to be near
Be they male or female it matters not
Squeaky clean humour, no fear
Proud as punch is how I am feeling
To have fathered this gem of a son
A little bit bias? Well maybe you're right
But we sure have oodles of fun!
© JJack Ellison 2013
Looking down at her lifeless dead face
The delicious fragility of her china doll complexion
I tied the ribbon in her hair in a foolish way
The atmosphere is so heavy with this tragedy
Her loved ones enter, I hope they will remember her alive
Her warm skin, loving smile and playful laugh
But looking into their bloodshot eyes, I can see their one wish
I know from my heart this wound will never heal.
from SELL OUT
Nick Armbrister
Improved
Build the car with thicker metal
Give it a bigger engine more power
Beef up the brakes and gear box
Improve the other things
You’ll get an improved model
Looking like the old one
But with state of the art
Features full of benefits
Ride drive like the winds
Nobody and nothing to stop you
A souped up Olds Mobile
Give it some on the road
Ride to meet the Devil
Ok so which is it?
I mean it can't be
both "new" and "improved"
at the same time
now, can it?
It's like the
egg and the chicken
one has to start
the process doesn't it?
So I'm thinking
the chicken knew
the egg was improved
but still...was unmoved.
© Goode Guy 2011-06-08
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The locusts yet screech after dawn
While the buzzard cackles from his perch
The red sun's inflamed in the morn
Snarled traffic pauses to lurch...
Staring into the abyss of an angry rush hour
~ Workers from home take a shower