Best In Regard To Poems
I want to talk to you about something
Well, l actually have a little gossip l know to be true
About certain letters in the alphabet
Please don’t share with another….its just between me and you!
Did you know that the letter U has quite the reputation
Creating unrest amongst other letters
Popular and loved by some
Disliked by many though as U is quite the go-getter
So lets start with the letter W
V and X’s next door neighbour
I do believe “W” is in love with “U”
Due to her natural beauty and confident nature
W is completely besotted with U
And as W’s adoration for U grew
A single U was no longer enough
So one U became two….known as W
Next…is Y who stands opened armed
Between the very disliked X and Z
Y is so very unhappy there
X and Z being the two most unpopular letters… it is said
‘Why oh why’, yells Y
‘Am l stuck between these two’
‘I desperately want to move within this alphabet
‘Beside the desirable and beautiful U’
Now, what l am about to share with you is of the most sensitive nature
It is in regard to the letter Q
Q frankly has some deep seeded issues
When it comes to the letter U
Q suffers with separation anxiety
Is fully dependent on U
Q is unable to function at all
Without the reliable U in view
U sits dutifully next to Q
So Q can function and thrive
Q will live a fulfilled alphabet life
As long as U stays with Q…..Q will survive
U feels trapped by the relationship with Q
As U loves another… it is true
U’s heart belongs solely and completely to F
Both desperate to marry and be known as F.U
Lyrics are timed to music
Out there - a distant shore
I’ve seen your face before
It’s De’ja`vu with thoughts of you
Then feelings of a loss, come tomorrow
Sometime - another place
I’ve seen - your smiling face
It’s De’ja'vu of thoughts I knew
Love is meant to be, not the sorrow
I searched, beyond the stars
I looked beneath the moon
I know JUST KNOW - without a DOUBT
My heart - will show me soon
Oh way out there - a distant land
That’s where - my love began
Now De’ja'vu fills thoughts anew
So happy again - come tomorrow
So far, beyond that star
We’ll kiss far beneath the moon
I know, without a DOUBT
My heart will show me where soon
I’m sure, with wings I’ll soar
With love, I knew before
I’ll spread my wings I’ll learn to fly
And never ever again - be broken hearted
Oh we can fly with wings on high
Then never ever again, we’ll be parted
Synopsis of total De’ja’vu play that these lyrics were composed for:
The lives of two lovers was torn apart way back in the 14th century when she was banished. The interference could have caused a Pattern shift of Destiny in the Loom of Time. Could a certain couple be the same star crossed lovers that have searched for each other through many lifetimes over the centuries?
A wise mystical character from the bygone era is a keen observer and blames himself for not intervening. He also wonders that since the Earth is the cradle of humanity, would humans have progressed past the cradle in this day and age.
Foot note:
Ron and I love musical theater. After seeing a disappointing play, he rose to my challenge in regard to the comment he made that he could have written better. The result was De’ja’vu, a Romantic Musical.
I wrote the lyrics in collaboration with him, but due to the enormous staging costs the music was never written and we abandoned the project.
The lyrics for this piece have been tweaked to ‘La mer’, also known as ‘Beyond the Sea’ and one of my Dad’s favorite songs. (Wish he was here, he would have composed the music)
Sorry folks, if and when we find suitable music to the lyrics of the Grand Finale, I’ll post it
I took a walk with my best friend,
just the other night.
We expressed our different points of view
on things we thought weren't right.
We discussed a lot of problems.
Our opinions very strong,
in regard to indiscretions
and other things we felt were wrong.
We agreed that there were challenges
that we must overcome.
We're often faced with stumbling blocks
that could leave us feeling numb.
Sometimes if there's an obstacle
that we must rise above,
it could become a stepping stone
if we trust in faith and love!
We know anger doesn't solve a thing.
Stress can drag you down.
But love can open up the door
and faith and hope can bring you round.
Many things can cause duress
and make you feel some pain.
When you hit rock bottom,
love can bring you back again.
So here's what we concluded,
my best friend and I.
Although we're in our Golden years
and life has passed us by!
You younger folks, when times get hard,
the inspiration that you need,
will come from faith, and hope, and love,
which will help you to succeed!
By: Ralph Taylor
I find myself in this moment, reflecting on many instances -
ones that brought great joy or pain, some that brought change
or love or death, extraordinary moments of memorable things,
and a million moments in-between of varied levels of import ...
The thing that ties them all together, the common thread that weaves
the tapestry of life - that ties this blessing of breaths and heartbeats
into a bow - is that each moment, each precious period of time's
steady passing, is given to us to make of as we see fit ...
To take into our spirit's hands with care and intent, as a raw, soft clay
for our molding ... to think deliberately on its design and purpose,
allowing for space, order, simplicity, and contemplation, and focus not
on the destination, but accept as a rare and precious gift.
We ALL have the power within us to shape that clay to our choosing ...
to form blessing or a bane, to create something to recall and cherish,
or something to cast onto the breath of indifference and apathy ...
to receive with joy and reward, or let drive us into defeat.
No one moment is any more or less extraordinary than another,
except in regard to how we shape it, or how we let it shape US ...
for learning to appreciate ALL the moments in this journey,
is learning to be truly happy ... truly ... at peace.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the ZEN Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 9th Place ~ in the "In The Moment Of Time" Poetry Contest, Kai Michael Neumann, Judge & Sponsor.
quick figurative brush stroke drawn out character sketch
(serendipitous verisimilitude)
i stand in awe
(with mouth agape) at elegiac, fantastic,
and graphic idyllic Kinkade magic
leaving breathlessness from craw
at such artistic talent oozing
spellbindingly, whatever
aforementioned noteworthy craftsman
doth paint or draw,
and chanced to comment
about sad affairs leaving flaw
in regard to questionable business ethics -
where press hee haw
contradicting, maligning, undermining, and jaw
boning sans said late talented mortal
engaging in sketchy traits of south paw
city when contrasted with a dog given gift -
ooh...such rah...rah...rah
when he first appeared on the scene,
where most viewers saw
utmost dynamic, fantastic, and harmonic convergence
displaying such prosaic, rhapsodic,
titanic art show events
hum...and perhaps not surprising
his illicit in dull gents presents stark contrast,
staring hypnotized as imagination invents
experiencing peaceful, restful
and tumblerful joie de vivre espying
honorable mentioned nonpareil oeuvre
that placidly rents
craving to disappear into bucolic landscape whence,
splashed upon canvass,
attempting to bat
presumed "FAKE" rumors aside as nonsense - fat
chance prevailed constituting:
deceitful, immoral, unfaithful sly kat
nocturnal antics, despite scathing attacks
(cut him down to size), niggardly praises spat
out for me, I maintain cult of personality (his)
setting Mac Book Pro wallpaper
with exemplary landscape, either authentic or copy cat.
One day I sat silently thinking,
"Everyone is entitled to their own opinion,"
and realized that old adage is completely all wrong.
Opinions produce nothing of value,
and can be potentially dangerous too,
so no one is entitled to their own opinion in truth,
if only the above an opinion will produce.
If your opinion is in regard to a particular problem,
then follow up your opinion with a feasible solution.
Now it's no longer your opinion.
Now it's your hypothesis worth testing,
which could very possibly lead towards a proven solution,
but an opinion alone, on its own produces absolutely nothing.
"Keep your opinions to yourself,"
unless you have a hypothesis worth testing to back it as well.
I.
They are too much supper
And never enough. The stomach
Drops as does a basket of apples too heavy for the
Hands that carry it. Yet, each green orb is
So delightful, that to pluck even one from
Its woven nest seems wasteful.
I do not intend to feed the birds.
II.
Intensity of Romantic Hope never comes
To dinner without her companion, Fear of Rejection.
Their arms link in reluctant solidarity, and
Are perhaps the archetype for co-dependency.
Together they feed Anxiety, which is
Cyanide for hope, but Trust is
In the orchard climbing
Apple trees and filling baskets,
Her pockets, and
Calls down to her companions to
Bring the wheelbarrow too.
Shades of pine grafted in again resign
Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone
My meadow had a thorn certain credit
The factual harm of its heartless swarm
Featured within in the created design with pine
Eyes sharpened as a willow in garb
The tornado sequence has even the fog alone
Again tempors fly like never before
Blatant lies have come at no surprise
In parts unknown an aura of repute to harm
Sound the alarm in fetters arm
Choirs of saints in regard to its beckoning drawn
Empire strain inside my brain fragments of cure
The surface of the sun has tainted my vision with harm
Sound the alarm agiain my faithful friend by whom we can depend
Shattered glass on the parchment floor
Aura
An impulse deep in regards to the heart
Shades of pine will line the volume of scattered pillows
A willow in derision you made a final decision
A thought provokoing reason to believe in
Shattered memory's in the moments of innocence with a plight of disbelief
We have soon turned over a brand new leaf
Timeless peaks in a swelll shattered fragments from within
A great design still sublime in its timeless parts the heart
Aura
Jim Morrison had it
Janis Joplin couldn't stop it
Jimi Hendrix sought this quick fix
An unbellievable call being caught in the mix!
Beauteous lyric
In regard to getting old
??... rem'ber what it was?
She exudes the struggle of acquiring autonomy from her “faux mother” charmingly characterized. dramatized, and energized by Jamie Lee Curtis. The ladder reputable, suitable and quantifiable role as Doctor Tess Coleman transfixed at the larger than life superb therapist.
Despite the countless unflattering run ins with the law (sans, the emotional travails regularly broadcast afflicting the particularly mid/late twenty year old Lindsay Lohan), this chap can empathize, realize and sympathize mental health issues.
A substantial proportion of thine lviii birthdays counted from this anonymous fellow experienced profound anxiety, obsessive compulsive disorder, panic attacks, and as an added bonus schizoid personality disorder.
Thus, as the media hounds ferociously, meanly and vicious tore into the private antics of a starlet supposedly plagued with mailer daemons, I lamented the constant besiegement of popular culture craze to glean scads of disheartening, demeaning and daring to lambaste (who I presume to be) an exceptionally beautiful, justifiably gainful, and opportunistically lustful questing toward worthwhile peacefulness, stillness and to remain anonymous amidst the madding crowd.
No ulterior motive incites this astute, destitute, and glute (joyful my poop site works) tea us Maximus (palm pilot size) chap to cast his commendations in regard to one personality who found a figurative soft spot within the bosom of this beastie boy.
First , to understand harmony as charcterized by a concordant
which is to formerly agree........converge , is to approach the same point from
different directions , to form unity toward a common result . The theory or study of
the physical properties and characteristics of musical sound , analysis being the
representation of math functions by means of linear operations .
Physics / acoustics ; is similar to themselves in regard to " wave "
physics.....and " vibration " acoustics , a melody of chords to produce substance .
Force correlation ; forces such as , heat , electricity , magnetism , light , sound , in
theory is indestructable matter , no material particle can ever be lost , no part of
the force existing in nature can vanish . Force or forces , being different modes of
motion , making them capable at one moment a " cause " , and at the next an
" effect " ; cause and effect , with the beginning of the proton ( physics ) to
symbiosis , mitosis ( biology ) . To understand the physical elements that
surround us , coupled with the biological elements that are us , is to at least
understand the interaction of mutual cooperation with the two properties which in
effect influence our ( 5 ) physical senses . CAUSE and EFFECT............
Hypothetically speaking........is it possible that because of our
biological composition as earth beings , along with the physical elements of our
environment , that is the cause for our perception , where on a different planet ,
because of the different atmospheric elements that don't mutually respond to the
differences , thats why everything can appear barren , a chemical disfunction.....to
take it a bit further , but actually personal , internally , could this also be the
reason for disfunction of self , being barren within , like a desert........hollow ?
Dear Blabby,
I seem to be in a real pickle in regard to my wife Candy and my eighteen-year-old son Cal. He works in my bakery after school. The problem is, because he never kneads the dough, all he does is loaf. I won't sugar coat it, he's a bad seed, a rotten apple. I've handed him a plum job, but no matter how much I egg him on, he just peppers me with salty language.
Blabby, if I spill the beans and tell my wife how I intend to fire our son, I'm toast! She's become nuttier than a fruitcake, demanding that we spend our hard earned bread to send him to a fancy French cooking school. I'll butter her up, and in good taste, explain to her that it's time for our deadbeat boy to get his just deserts, even if it only means garnishing his wages.
It pains me to admit that if Cal were a car, he'd be a lemon. As for Candy, she's no longer my cup of tea. And I'm so burned out I feel like I'm becoming a vegetable.
Blabby, I have a regular customer named Ginger who's a real honey and a smart cookie to boot. She's Cal's age and is what my dad would have called a hot tomato. She digs me, Blabby, and would add so much spike to my life if we were to run off together. It would be as easy as pie. Food for thought?
Hungry for Change in Chicago
Dear Hungry,
You find yourself in this stew because your ideas are half baked. Try a new recipe.
8/14/22
We're here to discuss the proposed
Move to allow one game of hide & seek
On the premises once every workday
To boost staff morale
Some proven strategies we have tried
Have failed including a meeting-free day
Sunflowers in the workplace
Funny employee awards
The proposed bring a pet into work
Idea was rejected by security personnel
Office karaoke was a catastrophe
Jigsaw puzzles were scoffed at
Morale is below par and continues to be low
After a disagreement with HR in regard to
What and what is not legible for reimbursement
When travelling on business
This needs to be hammered into the staff -
Purchases of cigarettes and toilet paper
Do not meet the requirements and neither do
Multiple muffin purchases
From Monday we will play a game of hide & seek
In the sales department office
From eleven to eleven-twenty
Report back findings three weeks from now
O Sweet Father Christ, do these people have Your spirit?
Do they please You in acting like this?
Does it please You, when for fear of displeasing You,
We neglect doing the greatest to please Your Mother? Who’s our mother as well
Does devotion to Your mother, delay devotion to Yourself?
Does she attribute to herself honor we pay her?
Is she a stranger has no connection to You?
Does it displease You when we try to please her?
Do we alienate ourselves from Your love by giving ourselves to honoring her?
Yet my Sweet Master,
Greater learned not discourage to Your holy mother
Even all that I have said were true
Therefore, they’ve been punished for their pride!
Keep me Lord, form their sentiments and practices
Please give me share sentiments of gratitude
Esteem, Respect and Love
You has in regard to Your Holy Mother
The more I imitate her, follow her
The more I may Love and Glorify You
As if up to this point
Still I said nothing in honor of Your holy Mother
'Give me grace to praise You worthily,'
In spite of all her enemies, who are Yours as well
Grant me say loudly with the saints
'Let not that man believe to look for the mercy of Eternal God
Who offends His holy Mother
First of all in regard to this verse
God here is speaking to His elect
for He names them lovingly His beloved
such love so pure believers willingly detect
God brings many a promise to His own
He's not at all slow for them to fulfil
despite how some think wait too long
for all His acts are spot on in His will
The Lord is full of divine patience
waiting and seeking for His very own
by His holy spirit in His effectual draw
pointing to Calvary their sin He did atone
To fulfil the demands of the saviour
God grants His own the gift of repentance
then they come in a spirit of humility
bowing in homage at His dependence
This election is not for all of the world
again God's showing this for those He chose
from before the world began marking them out
for Christ died only for them this God knows
("The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.") 2 Peter 3: 9 (KJV)