Best In My Opinion Poems
It's all a matter of opinion
We all have one of these
We always have something to say
Even if no one else agrees
My wife says I don't have one
I have to ask her what to say
She thinks I'll say something stupid
She says, "You're just made that way"
If we go to a fancy restaurant
She orders what food we'll eat
She tells me when I'm finished
And when to leave my seat
Even on our wedding day
Before I could say, "I do"
She told the preacher, "Of course, he does"
So I just mumbled, "True"
If it sounds like I am henpecked
My wife says that's not true
She says to tell you, "You're all wrong"
She doesn't tell me what to do
So be glad you're not in my shoes
A man who lives this way
The only words I'm allowed to utter
Is, "Yes dear whatever you say"
Well, I think I'll end this poem
And try to get on with my life
But before I go, I want you to know
I probably better ask my wife
Lighter is its economy, floats slower than a feather,
wasting resources, capable of becoming marketable leather,
pollutes the air for citizens to suffer bad weather,
expecting Yams from planting the seedlings of Onions,
results to failure regardless of any opinion.
A marriage, dangerous to the spouses’ sexualities
and then the tussle for who’s the next principality
without any regard to God and to humanity
only sustains the fire of a bitter union,
a truth accepted by, not just my opinion.
The masses pay with all they’ve got in one offering,
yet are used as unnecessary sacrifices to continue suffering
but the best they can do is just to keep baffling
on whose tribe or religion should take dominion,
smiling in affliction is foolishness, in my opinion.
Reduced to nothing for poverty to place its stickers
Sycophants emerging from most of all its thinkers
a once courageous Cat, now has lost its whiskers
becoming a laughing stock in its international communion
oh, this is a bitter fact and not just an opinion.
A country on barefoot, not even on slippers
encouraging ethnic robbers to be its Gate Keepers,
rights deprived of its meals, even mere supper,
mercenaries romanced as government companions.
Nigeria is already doomed, that’s my strong opinion.
Published: 6/24/2020
For the Opinion Poetry Contest
sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
Position: 5th place [6/29/2020]
When I was a kid, my county was 'dry'; meaning that alcoholic beverages could not be purchased legally. But there was always plenty of it, because there were home-made stills, and the next county was 'wet'. In my home, it was often seen in the refrigerator, especially on weekends. Seems my occasional stares and curiosity would never end until one day, looking all around less I get caught, I could resist no longer. One sip and I knew that I had never tasted anything stronger. I did not see smoke, but my head must have become a fiery furnish shooting flames from every exit point in my little body. I wondered how anyone enjoyed drinking such wild fire. One sip set my feet racing away from any future desire.
I never saw grandma drink; Mama, once in a while; daddy, every weekend. Some people did bad things when they consumed alcohol; daddy slept a lot. Seems he was nicer toward us, always saying, "I'm going out west where the eagles build their nest". I guess he only desired to go west when he was drinking, because he never moved.
Other than put my daddy to sleep, alcohol served no good purpose in our home. Strong drink consumption and smoking perhaps contributed to his early demise at 58. No, I think that alcohol was a curse and a terrorist that never did anything good in my community. When drinking, people were loud and fought like cats and dogs. Like fools, men drove their cars faster, or staggered all over town acting like clowns. We say that people get high when they drink alcohol, but seems to me they always go low, and sink to the bottom.
Alcohol is one of the greatest abusers; and it is unashamedly villainous. The opinions expressed are my own. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
10152017 PS Contest, Alcohol, TS *Proverbs 20:1
There are no standards any more;
Opinion's all that counts.
We all must have our voices heard,
And everyone must win.
It's all a matter of opinion
We all have one of these
We always have something to say
Even if no one agrees
My wife say I don't have one
I have to ask her what to say
She thinks I'll say something stupid
She says I'm just made that way
If we go to a fancy restaurant
She orders what food we'll eat
She tells me when I'm finished
And when to leave my seat
Even on our wedding day
Before I could say, "I do"
She told the preacher, "Of course, he does"
So I just mumbled, "True"
If it sounds like I am henpecked
My wife says that's not true
She says to tell you, "You're all wrong"
She doesn't tell me what to do
Well, I think I'll end this poem
And try to get on with my life
But before I go, there's one more thing
I probably better ask my wife
Everyone is chasing,
dreams worth not pursuing,
because they never took the precaution,
to preserve those dreams,..
.. in my opinion.
I'm that guy who literally could never harm a fly.
I respect life too much and it saddens me to see anything die.
I once had a guest at my home when a little cockroach began to roam
foraging atop of my table.
My guest raised his hand to give that cockroach a slam,
but I grabbed his wrist rendering him unable.
I scooped up the little guy safely into my closed palm.
I then tossed it out my window so its life could go on.
It saddens me to consume even the simplest of plant life
because life is so precious. It's every living things unalienable right.
Yes, I respect all life, plants, animals, even creatures most consider vermin.
The fact that we must survive by consuming the living, is in my sincere blasphemous opinion
truly the greatest mistake of the Creator. It is most definetly God's greatest sin.
When someone texts you
answer back promptly
no one likes waiting tis true
show that you care comply
Don't mute somebody
there's nothing to hide
you're not just anybody
you're significant inside
don't enable it to die
organize as such
and never say goodbye
be aware if someone needs to be in touch
don't move out of range
and leave somebody clueless
as to what you're saying interchange
carry your phone with you even if view-less
when someone calls
answer the phone
don't hide behind fears walls
mistakes are not in the tone
call when you say you are
and things will be fine
even in the car
and at the stop sign
Even after we have really touched love,
Even after we've felt its embrace,
Even after we have truly known faith,
Felt disbelief disappear from space...
Certainty is certainly a fool's game,
True faith could just mean we're not lazy,
Questions are the very air the soul breathes,
Joy and pain are what make feelings feel...
If our longing for God makes us crazy
Could God's longing for us be to blame?