Best Inches Poems
I’m about to die
But before I do,
let me tell you why
There was a savage battle
between some Apache scouts and my frontier men
And as they like to say
down by the Texas border,
it was a Mexican standoff
Neither side could gain an advantage
We both were dug in at the mountain pass
Blocked by the hard rain and fierce storm winds,
death by attrition started to set in
Three days struggling to weather the storm,
one by one, each side started to succumb
Until it was down to just me ... and one Apache
Then the weather broke the other way,
desert conditions brought a taste of hell you could say
The Apache stood in the way of me getting through
the mountain pass
So I made a mad dash the other way,
into the barren badlands
Thought I was safe, tucked behind a hill,
as he gave chase
I wiped my head with my tin canteen
Refreshingly cool it was to me
And I had an idle thought: to a desert rat,
the canteen was the best thing ever invented by man
But that brief distracting thought
may have just cost me my life,
for I lost track of the Apache hunting me
I cautiously raised my head to see
just where he might be
Unfortunately, I gave him a little too much sight
And a shot rang out, and I felt like it hit me
I felt numb for a moment, but I didn’t feel no pain
... I checked my body and laughed, saying to myself he missed me
But then I had a damning epiphany: he missed me on purpose!
A few inches off from hitting my heart,
instead he hit something that made me bleed out all hope ...
he hit my canteen
And I saw most of my water leak out, before I could patch it up
That Apache wanted me to die a slow, agonizing death
No swift bullet was he gonna give me
He knows that a man in the desert without his canteen,
is a dead man walking
So, I know I’m about to die soon,
probably got less than three moons
Pinned behind a rock,
and down to my last bullets too,
I hate thinking about what I never wanted to
My enemy has won
because he shot with deadly, unmerciful precision
I thought he was a few inches off,
but he was right on the mark
A dry canteen signifies my hope empty heart
Rain drops falling
Wind howling
Wooooo
Wet feet
Muddy floors
Mop and shine!
I've seen the undulating skies.
Watched the colors of the languages
Rip and flow through every precious being.
How hurt we get?
I'd much rather use a laser
Than my own crippled conscience.
But beyond the future
Is a resting piece just inches
From your nose, at all times.
You can actually awake there, some mornings,
With careful and accidental ritual.
marvelous colors
sweet eyes of a butterfly
spring inches forward
Why are we in our pit, how do we get out of
do people really think they can
You betcha love
this isn't about losin' weight from a pill,
this is about changin' inches for time
it is not a catastrophe, simple you see love
wastin' time is a crime
no, you don't, is why u can't rise above
we lose time cause, simply we don't try
your focus is fine, to reshape your direction
is where you need to fly...
you will achieve, with a clear directive,
a lasting change is what is but a seed
provide what people want, not what, you
think they need...
plant a seed read - read - read, lose inches too.
You make me run and stumble, flounder and bolt,
Plead with both hands in the air,
And I love you, I hate you, you’re my drug with no choice,
Gazing right through me, you stare.
I’m your boy with a broken halo, broken soul,
Peering up from my knees to your eyes,
And I smile to you, my lover, through this broken mind,
Through deception, through fraud, through lies.
All innocence abandoned, no pick-up lines needed,
You pin my heart to the ground.
And, with thoughts inches from my face, you whisper your love,
You whisper without making a sound.
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INCHES DO COUNT
Difference of inches
Between, Pat on back
Kick in the pants
If good aim lack.
Just say thank you
Recognition send
To fellow colleague
Or beloved friend.
Call or text message
The least you can do
Folks happy to hear
“Was thinking of you.”
Big tribute …Thank You,
Create “Wall of Fame”
Everyone appreciates
When honor their name.
Give heartfelt applause
For job’s well done
On family weekends
With loved ones have fun.
Three encouraging thoughts
Write on paper strips
pull out of mason jar
Read on weekend trips.
Call, leave a message
Just say “I love you”
To hear your dear voice
Thrills them through and through.
It’s the thought’s that counts
Perk up someones day
Last in the evening
A prayer for them say.
Not matter of inches
In life every day
Just matter of time
Find something kind say.
Barbara Barry-Nishanian
Jan. 28, 2018
JUST A letter MOVEMENT UNDER A INCH---
Just
tittles
A little
Move much such an
inch
12/27/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
three inches across
intricately designed web....
geraniums bloom
They stood inches apart
Both having a racing heart
Gazing into the eyes
With absolutely no reason for lies
They met weeks ago
Very busy and on the go
A date with a drink
In front of a romantic slippery frozen ice rink
Now they were inches apart
With a beating heart
Mature tasks
Challenged them to wear symbolic masks
Putting aside this reality façade
For a moment worthy of a cry
Choosing a setting filled with floral arrangements
The two enjoyed the lunchtime flowerlike engagement
Having no words
Listening to the chirping from the birds
‘I do’ she said
“I guess now we can wed”
Was the remark he did say
Knowing soon there be a wedding day
Bonded together
Realizing life’s weather was getting better
He put a ring on her finger
While in the background an audio played words breathed by a singer
Nervously she shook
While he was on his knees she proudly stood
Inches apart
Remembering the honest that beat in the heart
She returned to the collegiate academic look
Freeing him to return to the business suit to manipulate the investment books
But when the moon light glowed
Honesty returned to the young girl’s beau
Who she met during an innocent supportive act
That changed his pinstripe tact
It was a lucky chance
Choreographed as a lifelong dance
When she bumped into the well-grounded gold
Making her emotional guard fold
Inches apart
A church audience listened to the romance in the beating heart
Watching them commit to this start
He in black she in white
A decision based on true love that was right
sometimes it hard to even try
to put into words how I feel
so I write you poems that will thrill
your mind
take you on a journey , this mystical
tour of my mind ,heart and soul
it sometimes takes its form in a
haiku , love , nature , dark , free verse
and a rhyme.
nothing held back
even the pen gets its work out
the blue lines always wait
and wants the ink to deliver
it from the blank
it takes 17 inches
to fill those lines
that is the distance
from my head to my
heart
red chrysanthemum
uplifting my garden
ant inches over
Bombarded with news on gender and race
Life inches along at a furious pace
We weep and we cry as our children die
Taxes go up and politicians lie...
Technology booms and promises much
Yet folks are unhappy and out of touch
The future seems bleak -- the same, only more
~ I've got a novel idea: Let's end all war
Only inches away from success
'Twas the chance one takes
For promoting aggressive ideas
It's become almost expected
In this day and age
But has it really been any different
Right back to Lincoln
How many other U.S. presidents
Have had their lives threatened
Or been successful in their attempt
Let me count their numbers
From Lincoln to John F. Kennedy
Many more will be selected
If you stand
where two Ash tree’s lean together
with your back to the toilet block,
and then walk your mind
across the sun-dappled water
maybe fifteen paces,
you will see where the child drowned.
Even though there were people
gathered all 'round the pond,
even though the excited dog
bounced off the concrete bottom
of the pond
as it chased a rubber ball -
on that day, no one saw
twenty inches of water
quickly rush in.