Best In My Lifetime Poems
You gave me wings
to experience the
freedom of flight
my love.
You let me soar
the skies and beyond
into other universes
where consciousness
has no boundaries,
feels no weight,
nor limitations
of the earthbound,
only coherence with other
soul travelers exploring
the many dimensions
in light form.
How could I keep
begging you to stay
when your earthly body
yearned for that same
freedom of flight from
a world without
which you will not
return in my lifetime.
We joined our hearts in vows of
“until death do we part”
and I know I must accept
your departure with all
the love you would
have offered me
had my departure
preceded yours.
We always said that death
is but a station
on our journey home
to the afterlife.
It is my turn now
to give you the same
freedom you gave me
when we met.
I often see you now in
my peripheral vision,
just a ghostly glimpse
that lets me know
you see me
and you are still looking
out for me as the protective
mate you were.
I continue to fly now
but mostly at night
as my body sleeps.
I miss your masculine
embrace and my
heart still often weeps.
June 4, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest~N/A~
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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Flight Premiere Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
No matter what you have gone through,
No matter what you have accomplished,
No matter what you have manifested to the world,
No matter what difference you have made,
they just speak about HOW YOU LOOK
Yes, How You Look.
You must have got Gold to the country
You must have shouldered the wings of responsibility
You must have touched many lives
You must have stood by people in their strives
Still, they just care about HOW YOU LOOK.
Yes, How You Look.
I showed the photograph of a foreign affairs minister
In a thought that he would talk about her caliber
Thwarting my expectations, he said, "How short she is!"
Whoever you are, whatever you do, their eye falls on HOW YOU LOOK.
Yes, How You Look.
Met her after a long way in time,
The words she first spoke can't be forgotten in my lifetime.
No 'Hi' and no 'How are you?'
All that she said was, "Jesus. Your face. What is wrong with you?''
It does not matter if you are happy and healthy.
All that matters on the first go is HOW YOU LOOK.
Yes, How You Look.
Cotton on to the fact that
a warm smile is beautiful than rosy lips,
a helping hand is beautiful and not a manicured one,
a loving heart is beautiful than the lustering skin,
a powerful mind is beautiful than pedicured feet.
Your strength defines who you are, not your shape.
Your boldness drives you forth, not your beauty
Look not the skin but notice what's beneath it
Because, when you're in need, it is people not their pomp that comes to your rescue indeed.
I’ll never be back.
It’s 3.30am when I write this,
And I’m crying and burning, feeling like I’m falling into the abyss,
I’m one second away from spiraling out of control,
This is nothing but a cry out for help from a tortured soul.
One year has passed and I thought I was through,
‘Cause the textbook says I shouldn’t be so blue,
But it hurts, damn it, it hurts,
Makes me want to rip out the heart that is my curse.
It’s the second time I have to write in my lifetime,
The second time the pain it’s so deep to bear, to keep it in,
It’s the second time when I feel like I might die if I don’t,
And it’s the second time writing about the boy with the wood’s eyes,
That should have been my own.
Again another day has come to pass,
I sit here sober, looking at an empty glass.
For if I could tell you the things I've seen,
You would reply, I'm living in a dream.
I've seen two angels in my lifetime,
Both in spirit, both shared a sign.
One held my heart in her open palm,
As I lifted my head still remaining calm.
The other appeared to me when I was at death's door,
She hovered above the ground never touching the floor.
I saw a golden vessel it was right by her side,
Containing all knowledge inside it did reside.
But my eyes were fixed on the beauty she did bestow,
Surrounded by coloured textures and how they did glow.
Exhilaration filled my mind I was no longer in fright,
I just couldn't believe this beauty was in my sight.
So this is my story of when I had died,
Now I'm a firm believer in the other side.
And if you doubt what I have said is true,
Then you shall see with your own eyes too.
I’ve got a little secret, on which I would like to let you in,
But first, please promise me you won’t think I’m full of mortal sin.
I’ve always had a slight dislike for poems that rhyme,
I scoff when I read them, saying their simplicity is a crime.
But now I must let you in on another little tidbit,
Something I’ve been scared to ever admit.
The dirty, nasty, naked truth about myself and poems that rhyme,
Is that I scoff only because I have yet to master their art in my lifetime.
I’m rhyme challenged perhaps, struggling with each word,
Coming up with combinations and phrases that are absurd.
One day, my pen and I hope to master the rhyming art,
But for now, I’ll just let free verse flow from my pen, mind, and heart.
"A True Champion"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Knowing you were 24 when you also retired an eight
Only one g.o.a.t. in my Lifetime has achieved that fate
Be it 18 or 81, a little more than everything is what he gave
Even though he wasn't playing baseball, he had so many saves
Belief in one's self is a lesson he truly taught
Remember all the last days, how many times was 60 caught
Yet, he didn't stop for there are still battles to be fought
As you must understand, perfection of his craft is all he sought
Nothing I saw him do was something that could be bought
That's why the truth of what happened should never be distraught
And to Ascend with one's child is something I am simply unable to describe
Along with two coaches, two mothers, two daughters and a pilot touches deep inside
And about them, it saddens me that I really don't know much
I just hope and Pray that their Lives Are Things God Has Touched
I, too, wear the number 8 as Dolemite of the Fall 1998 line of the Alpha Pi chapter of Phi Beta Sigma Fraternity, Inc. entitled the Blue Renaissance so I was destined to be a fan of Kobe's so you know that I was touched by this tragedy. With God, however, there is absolutely nothing we can't endure. My Prayers and condolences go out to everyone affected by this. God Will Pull us all through....
Great things
are always recognized
They are given awards and prizes
History records the great things;
spurts of revolutionary thought creating,
civilization course changing
These be the elements of great things
But, what of the small things,
the little things
that often go unnoticed and unseen
Not appreciated much are the small things
Like a kind word of encouragement,
given to a weary soul
in need of a wee bit of comforting
Such a small act of love
sprinkled on fallow ground,
sprouts a great soul revival
which in turn makes more love abound
Mustard seed things
make mountains move around
Small things be the catalyst for great spiritual transforming
I will sing praises of all the small things
given to me in my lifetime
To awake each day,
and feel the love of another morning sunrise
To go to sleep peacefully at night,
and dream of loving things
that will flow to me in rainbow rivers of light
So beautiful are the small things,
things I will always speak of;
simple little things ...
like seeing a blooming flower
send forth a sweet fragrance of love
My generation witnessed riots in the streets, cold wars at home and hot wars abroad, and legalized racism.
Revolutions of family values, the definition of family, and millions of abortions are the new faces of America.
Division in America has reached toxic levels and if left unchecked, we will fall like a once mighty but decaying oak.
On Biblical Principles we were founded, and it is certain that America cannot rebuild nor reinvent itself.
Never in my lifetime have I witnessed such vicious attacks against the leader of our great country.
And that includes the Troubled 60's, Vietnam Era, and Watergate when at least we trusted the constitution.
Let's not forget our history but learn from its lessons, lest we are condemned to repeat its pains and sorrows.
Donald Trump, in my view, is not what's wrong with America but fights for America, and at this time is on the right side of history.
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Something’s missing in my lifetime.
I’m a big believer in Space Exploration
Especially when everyone is on board
But before we start, Manifest Destiny Mars
I’m thinking, as a US born citizen,
Now, the year of 2025, that it is about time
To think a little bolder and closer to home
Earth first!
It’s been a while since a star
Has been added to the American Flag
None so far in my lifetime
It’s time a Referendum be made
Signed into action by an incoming President
Inviting any nation (especially Democratic)
To JOIN the United States!
Welcoming them to becoming the next state of the Union
The next star!
With all the rights and freedoms of the US Constitution
With all the privileges of being a US citizen
Expand our arms around the globe!
MEGA MEGA Make Earth Great Again!
All US territories, now states. More stars!
Become a state and no more tariffs! More stars!
Become a state and join the most powerful
Growing technologically advanced country in the world
More stars!
Was once an enemy but now a friend, JOIN us and be a star!
I see more and more stars in the near future.
I see hundreds in the distance.
A thousand points of Light.
Hug the globe like a child, Citizen
Set the world free, it’s in our nature. Our destiny
Perhaps just call it fate, or our highest Calling
To always come to the rescue
When disaster strikes
Earthling lives matter!
Free all the people everywhere!
Stars are circling my head
I'm getting dizzy with hope
Feeding the hungry and housing the poor is much easier
When statehood is accomplished. Another star.
And when a nation is freed from tyranny
And US soldiers die and bleed for stars ...
More Red and White stripes are added then too
Perhaps there will be reasons for Rainbow stripes too
Manifest Destiny Earth! First!
MEGA MEGA
And maybe one day, we'll all say, in one mighty voice,
“God Bless the United States of Aerth!”
*Aerth is the original spelling for Earth allowing sentimentalist to hold onto our Good Ol' USA traditional initials.
At five years old, starting out in kindergarten
I went to school with my favorite best friends
Girls and boys I’d known as my local hearten
The ones I loved so I had no need for amends
We lived on a farm that was above the school
And my grandfather often drove me there, too
It was there that I learned to follow each rule
Where I simply knew the good ways that I grew
It just so happened, that our family had to move
So into town I went where I found a new school
At this new school I found very few to approve
The kids there were all about being so very cruel
After trying to know these new boys and girls
I finally realized that I was much better off alone
My past friendships had been such true pearls
That this new place begin to feel like I was grown
Somewhere amid the moving of my life to town
I discovered that I had lost the child who had been
She was alive inside, still wishing she wasn’t down
But there weren’t any new friends she could win
As the years passed by, my books got me through
But when I finally did find friends again in high school
They were wild and willful; the rebels were my crew
With these rougher crowd I was so sure I was cool
It would be years before I could finally look back
And see that the move away from our old farm
Led me to a loss that would haunt me with black
A world that was filled with loneliness and harm
When I see my old friends from those old days, long ago
I remember them with a sweetness that fills me up
They were the first relationships filled with love, although
The years that came later would teach me to standup
The moral of the story is that children feel the effects
Of loss, moves, divorce and other grown up decisions
If I could change it all, I don’t know what happens next
But I do know that love would be kinder with provisions
So if I could change one moment in my lifetime
It would be the day I moved away from that farm
Where I was so loved and known by that time
That I was content with my life that was such a charm
October 5, 2019
If only we could turn back the hands of time Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Two Worlds
There are two worlds I live in
Side by side… living and breathing
One often seen whilst the other only seem
Do they see what I see deem believing?
I do see the conditions living the real
I do see my imagined world living amongst
I do see the conditioned living having to deal
And I do imagine to have everything and nothing to want
Nothing last like all living things
In my lifetime… I don’t think we are taught right
To be instilled with achievements and means
Life is nothing more but a being that might
To be one in a population… what is new?
To be no one in a population… do we shy?
Living in reality… what’s the given cue?
Living in dreams… will realities’ die?
I chose my own side of the world to live in
Living and breathing… imagining and dreaming
What only seem has become what I have seen
Because in my world, I see my dreams worth believing
26/10/2022
I’d like too invite all to be my guest
a dine of mindfulness and rhyme digest
a week of conflict now victory blessed
standing united to silence a pest
Since the last time you heard from me I was banned again
ran my mouth and pen and stand condemned
taking a time out as the site suspended
yet always polite to poets I’ve befriended
In my lifetime of few consistences
a sucker for trouble
not designed for resistance
never stuck in a bubble
don’t run nor crumble
my back’s up I stand tall
I’m one for the rumble
not decided but natural
I’m an alpha with a non fictional reaction
I can’t stray from friction I give it back to ‘em
They flint
I flame
retardants
don’t reign
Even with intense insistence I’m risky
back and forth witty hits get me frisky
I’m Jack Daniels confrontation’s whiskey
and as it ascends force
whistling me wolf
I submit my thoughts
with all above board
but as the war gets me bored
within my core recycled and restored
enemy amo pours out below par
firing missiles I go to far
through lost remorse
this one track horse
gallops the course
with overwhelming force
only to fail care and I fall where I fell before
Standing up squarely
Cus nobody scares me
then punished unfairly
cus I ain’t no fairy
Deemed out of line
as I mouth my mind
blow for blow with swines
or write down rhymes
I’ve got one finger for sign language
knowing 5 fold in flight damage
You’re not the first to run me down
I’m not one to get the boys around
“I know a lot of people” not my threat
get me vexed I come direct
Others rely on their made up crew
not me though mate I come straight for you
One minute you’re coming calling me chump
the next minute running Forest Gump
I’ve never experienced intimidated slumps
the altercation ignition leads me to jump
start the motor ticks, over being a victim
insults thrown deflect don’t sink in
get thrown back with hurt inflicting
stand his ground does Nick Trim
Will call us HMS Victory and him the birds eye on a French deck,
one cannon ball later he’s drenched in a shipwreck
So thanks to the soupers standing with me,
the victory with us not he,
again I say soupers standing with me
are the ones standing victoriously
The golden pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow
hands made the pot run dry
It is time to put a plug
in the money that flows
from pockets of people
take it away from eastern flow
because the westerners know
nothing good will come of it
the pot of gold empty now
colours of the rainbow faded
how will we ever refill the pot
not in my lifetime surely not.
I’ve hurt some people in my life
That didn’t deserve the pain
I often didn’t truly realize
The suffering they’d obtain
I’ve done some things that I regret
Sins that were terrible to name
But I know that God gives grace
In spite of all that seems insane
I’ve admitted that I don’t know how
To mend the fences I’ve beaten down
Or how to carve out of the past
A friend who doesn’t still frown
It wasn’t that I was such a bad person
I gave all I had to my beloved one
But I just didn’t think about affecting others
With sins that would weigh a ton
It wasn’t that I ever intended to hurt another
I honestly didn’t want to do any harm
But I was selfish and only thought of my own
For some people that seemed to charm
I made a lot of mistakes in my lifetime
And I regret the worst ones I’ve known
They don’t let me forget my past some days
But always remind me that I’ve grown
Today I reach out for the grace of God
With assurance that He forgives it all
From the worst sins to times I contend
He reminds me that I’m a little like St. Paul
You say you put your trust in me
Why am I not treated that way?
you act as if Im cheating
when you are the one that’s deceiving
of a mischievous heart
When I turn my back
you go off and cheat
if I was to do you the same
How would you feel?
you might not even care
If It Was Really Meant to Be
Why am I treated the way I am?
you sat and talked to me for hours
more time I just a waist in my lifetime
wondering will true love ever finds’ me
if it doesn’t, I’m not alone
If It Was Really Meant to Be
As I can see with my eyes
you let others walk in between us
let them take what we have
love is wrong,
love is cheat,
all that is left
Can my feelings take the heat?
If It Was Really Meant to Be