Best Inserts Poems
GOLDEN FLOWER
You are the sun that shines in the dark to the sightless souls
Your heart is brighter as the colors of life-yellow, orange and gold
You are the gemstones of priceless beyond Topaz and Amber-yes you are
Your presence, enlighten my soul and resurrect the dry bones and dead visions in me
You are a blossom and you blossom in season and out of season – watered by the Lord
Your incidence is EDEN-for the creator walks and works in you and through you
Your presence exhibits so much peace; joy and life- you are the Golden Flower to many
You are a born leader; creativity and innovation are at your core
You lead with determination and originality that is rooted self-confidence and individuality
You are aggressive and impatience with uncertainties and indecisive beings-people
Your life like creative art driven by passion and self-sufficient in achieving your desires
Your ideas and abilities attract special pollination from inserts and souls from all walks of life
Your happiness in life is rooted in you being true to yourself and your purpose – destiny
Your presence exhibits so much peace; joy and life- you are the Golden Flower to many
Marriages and families rejoice and celebrate in the beauty of your garden-Rose Flower
Your fragile-tender and caring heart draws us to the garden, your presence is refreshing
Your heart is the garden of rose flowers that never wither or dry against the heat of evil
Your are rooted in ever flowing streams of water of God-your love is ever flowing in pain or joy
People often celebrate your fruits without acknowledging you-yet your fruits/love never withers
Hurt cannot live in you because healing and love overflows out your heart daily – the beauty
Your presence exhibits so much peace; joy and life- you are the Golden Flower to many
From Anthony Ngabwe
(Tony The Poet@2014)
Categories:
inserts, appreciation, beauty, blessing,
Form:
Romanticism
News comes from four directions
In between these four are inserts
Men and women of all actions
Everyday, everyone has something like desserts
In food we eat or anything we drink
All comes in, everything will shrink
Different stomachs with different tastes
Different moods with different wastes
North is where the Greats calm down
From the East the Sun rises, people bow down
In the West where the sun sets down
To the South fools fall down
Good tidings come from everywhere
Good results scatter anywhere
Good people rise and fall
But good people seek only good and justice for all
Categories:
inserts, future, growth, people, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
The Atomic Café stays with me, over
even the most perfect of days.
I think about the arrogance of power
and how most people live in a daze.
I think on the geniality of the average citizen,
how willing, how trusting, how guileless they are.
The salt of the earth, reasonable men,
seen by their politicians as game that is fair.
Fair as in good pickings.
Fare as in someone who will pay.
Fair as in these are just the midlings.
Fair as in to assume they will do what we say.
I am sick to death of a society
that divides up into predator and prey.
One group seeking only comfort and security
and the other group seeks only power and display.
Who were these men of the Fifties,
that explained to us as if we were children,
that, yes, we could destroy whole cities,
but, yes, atomic power could also save men.
We bought their maps and graphs and cute cartoon
of jovial Mr. Atom and how he could help us,
while in hospitals these devious men of doom
experimented on innocents with plutonium inserts.
They explained at great length the threat from outside,
moved trusting men at will with just the sound of a siren,
sprayed cities with virus to see how it spread and subside.
gave acid to the unknowing to see how it affected the brain.
They demonstrated with a flourish the benefits of "our system"
and we in our search for comfort bought a new car and color TV.
They felt free in our bought silence not to mention Iran,
Guatemala, or black budgets we were not allowed to see.
All these are quite obvious some fifty years past.
Those guilty men at least thought it necessary to explain
their actions and are with us no longer. Their descendants at last
have clearly learned the game, our understanding of issues is lame.
The public, once bought, has no need for explanation, or outcome.
Constant fear is now the new game.
We all now mutter platitudes of gain and freedom,
and live our lives as if they both mean the same.
Categories:
inserts, anger, angst, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
Why can't some women stay on their feet?
Getting laid, down, soiled marks upon clean sheet
Wide open legs, what a filthy dirty cheat!
Do you brush your teeth after each new cock lick?
Or wipe yourself clean before the next guy inserts a clean dick?
At least a whore gets paid for every trick!!
The muttonish way you dress, like some old slapper
Spluttering rubbish like some stupid rapper
****** flaps with teeth like a red snapper!
The trust you break, with the illicit love you make
So many different men, surprised your insides don't ache
As you wriggle and writhe with any old snake!
Impossible to narrow it down, who gave you chlamidia?
I should just be grateful to be bloody rid of ya
I am free from you and your devil claw.
You broke my heart and you crushed my soul
Letting every prick into your dirty little hole
Burrowing deep inside like a short sighted mole!
Don't blame me, it's just my hormones
Or something similar is what the whore moans!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Categories:
inserts, angst, confusion, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The black crow, a stunning bird
A closer look witness colorful inserts
A loyal bird with only one lifetime partner
Play hard, but work harder
Constant construction of the nest
Collecting grub while chicks rest
Spending a lifetime in one residence
I wonder if they have different accents
Meeting the rest of the community
Making sky patterns, cackling in unity
Intelligent species, that's how they thrive
Craftiness helps keep them alive
If a crow dies they gather from all around
A large scale funeral with a massive crowd
I give the old crow massive respect
But my chimney stacks a right mess
Categories:
inserts, beauty, bird, community, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme
Bahku ...
My Poetry Soup avatar
He's a musician, that guy, and that's his moniker ... 'stage' name ... alias
Songwriter, producer, engineer, singer, instrumentalist
Keyboards, bass, drums, sax, percussion, but mostly ... guitar
That's his favorite and best instrument, very proficient
Playing that and keys since age eight
But he loves songwriting and production most of all
A recording studio in his home, he can set his own hours
That's a good thing, too, as migraines drop by anytime
Primarily self-taught, though he went to Berklee for a short time
And studied improv privately with Jazz great, Mike Metheny, (Pat's bro)
He played many years in bands, some that toured the country
Owned his own music store for a while, in Maine
Spent much of his life in Pharmacy, (early-on in the family business)
Is a Diamontologist who sold diamonds and gems wholesale
And he spent a number of years in management
That photo is a promo shot, you see
It has and will be used on cards, posters, inserts, and the like
And though he has many others for that purpose
That is the one his manager and label prefer
And he took it himself ... with a phone!
Yeah, that's Bahku, that guy
And he loves to write poetry now, too, like I do
Because, well ... you see ...
That Bahku guy ... is ME!
Written and submitted on February 3, 2019
For the "Who Is The Star In Your Avatar" Poetry Contest
Mark Massey, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
inserts, introspection,
Form:
Bio
Tiled floor
As I view the old and the new,
The tired and the worn,
Alongside the pristine and sharply defined
The original master plan dulled
With newer, brighter inserts,
I see an untidy cohesion
A compromise
An inability to fully reinstate
Though craftsmen have done their best
Restoring years of alteration and renewal
It is an unholy alliance
Trying to both eye and mind
For it is less than perfect.
But it must do
It is all that is possible.
At a distance, no obvious problem
But on close inspection the joins, the mismatches
Are to be lived with, endured,
Imperfect but workable,
Usable, necessary.
And I must find a way of
.. acceptance.
Lent Retreat
February 2010
This was inspired by the tiled flooring section in front of the memorial to Princess
Elizabeth, in The Minster church of Sts. Thomas, Newport, Isle of Wight, UK. Princess
Elizabeth was the daughter of Charles 1, and died at Carisbrooke Castle where her father
had been imprisoned prior
to his execution in London.
Categories:
inserts,
Form:
Free verse
Every sentence I uttered in seventh grade ended
with you know...
I think her ponytail is weird, you know?
They are going out, you know.
My dog is a doof, you know?
I think I will watch TV, you know?
After I noticed it I tried to stop it
But it was hard, you know?
It had turned into my most annoying habit, you know?
So I decided to let it die a natural death,
And you know what?
It eventually stopped.
A year or two later.
It did not help that I ran with
Two others who ended each
Sentence with you know also.
I now have a good friend who inserts
‘No offense’ in every sentence, so I always say
I am not offended but she does not seem to
Realize about this habit yet.
I think that is probably the
First step, you know?
Categories:
inserts, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Cold air surrounds me
My body shivers as it did long ago
I fight against the rush of memories
But give into my addiction
I sit where we both sat that Halloween night
Nervously laughing, hands trembling
Neither of us knowing
Exactly what to do
The windows fogged up
As our breathing became ragged
Two little lovers
Each into the other
As I finish my high
My memory bursts out of my eyes
Tears cascading down my face
Picking out old memories to quell the pain of life
Addicted to what used to be
Current reality is death to me
Stay away from me, object of my past
Don't give me memories when I'm almost done at last
Compound toxins build up in me
Memories of you clash with drinks flowing free
The dizziness of drunkenness kills off the old
And inserts me into a world of gold
Until I wake again and remember it all
The past was so perfect...
Now it's so hollow
Where does my salvation lie?
Categories:
inserts, introspection, halloween, me,
Form:
Free verse
Attention starved 4, self absorbed, self centered, foreign emotion unyet
explored, death in a bassinet, life in a morgue, car seat 2 a hearse, life in
reverse, and it hurts, painful inserts, the pins of love, stuck in my heart, and it
still won’t burst, agonize-n-antagonize, my emotion verbally socialize, this love
owns my eyes, it’s nothing else I’d rather see, bitter me, I’m in love with what
don’t really love me, so I love me, the pain freed me from love’s slavery, my
burns are 3rd degree, I healed without surgery, I lost love, but I found me, I
found me, I love me.
Categories:
inserts, life, lost love, love,
Form:
Free verse
Clad in black white strips,
Herald of muggy summers arrive.
With alert feathery antennae,
She begins hovering around.
I was literally dumbfound!
I mean! how dare she enter unannounced!
Even the cop needs cause and justification.
How come she has no reservations!
She just says, “Mozzie is here to stay!”
Hey! What is this way?
Without any warning she inserts her proboscis.
Doesn’t ever bother, it might make me sick.
In my breath she found her favourite CO2.
She blushed and said, “O dear, I love you!”
She gave me a deadly bite on my neck,
For my blood is now her delight.
Hell! Why I can’t smack her flight?
For She wasn’t a loyal lover,
To locate her next feast, she again began to hover!
06/03/2019
Categories:
inserts, 10th grade, anger, bullying,
Form:
Rhyme
Pearl
The pearl is precedence
A quiet resting creature who but deigns to live and die
When life inserts hard measure
Surrounds with gentle folds
And turns its pain to treasure
But lesson more than learning
That time alone will show
Already tells me nothing
Ah pearl, I do not already know
This tiny hurt of love was left, so like a grain of sand
When last she made to go
Time graced my heart to understand
Ah pearl, I know
I know
Emptiness would rest
Without that grain of hurt
So 'round its pain I grow
'till hard layered shell disguise the thing
Ah pearl, I know
I know
Oyster-man lie quiet
There's nothing left to do
Save gently rock in a sea of time
And grow 'round the grain of love she left in you
Encase it in a luster of multicolored hue
Mixed of tear and hope and memories
Of when your love, loved you
Hard over hard, and slow
'tis not an easy shell to grow
when years of time have rolled by thee
if some forsaken scientist from curiosity
Should wonder at your core
And crush your opalescent majesty
From vain wanting to know more
Perhaps in wonder he would see
That tiny grain of sand that hurt you so
it caused a thousand-layered soul to cover it
and brought beauty borne of pain that it might never show
But I would not have to open you see what made you grow-
Ah, precious hearted pearl
I know,
I know.
Categories:
inserts, lost lovepain, love, time,
Form:
Lyric
Of a holocaust, the last redemption;
like a spirit
rising from its body at the end,
the earth ascends to heaven
and for a moment steals infinity
and artfully inserts it
into everyday.
Beyond that vain acridity,
it is the dying
that unites the earth and sky.
This transitory brotherhood
with fog and mist and cloud
now tints the air
as one amorphous curtain drifts
to make the known surreal.
And out of chaos
comes another harbinger
of paradise.
~
Categories:
inserts, death, earth,
Form:
Free verse
As I lay n this bedd
Tiedd down by wrists and feet
I can smell the presence of an angel
Blood running down my thigh from
Where he inserted his blades that
Bounded me to this bedd
His words are as sweet as tartss
He reminds me of ah man i once
Lovee'd
For now he's gonee abovee
I don't remember much
Wait what's going on
Why is he getting ontop of mee
Pleaseee doooont ........( Silence )
His greenish brown eyes piercing
Through my body
His hard ruf hands rushing up my soft
Thighss
A tear falling runs down my cheek
And he wiped it off then cuts me across
The stomach
I scream
He yells why didn't you move on
I pausee
Now he's turned around eyes cold
There's bamming on the door
He yells I've always wanted to see you
Smileeeee ! Why did you bring me back
I sobb
His wings spread wide out like the wings
Of a greaaat eagle
He crawls ontop of mee
And kisses me all the waay up
I still sobb
Could it bee......
He inserts himself
I gasspp
Its soo cold n wet where am i
He says tell me you lovee mee
Tell me you wanna be with mee
The bamming of the door grows
Louder
I Lovee yoou and wannaa be with you
Teaaars fall
He Whispers told you I'd always come
Back for you
Dooors open slowly
Newspapers reaadd Girl walks off cliff
On the anniversary of her late boyf's
Deathh
( Laughter and smiles )
Told you we'd always be together
N thaat I'd comee back for yoou
( Fades out )
I love yoou baby
I lovee yoou tooo
Categories:
inserts, loveme, me,
Form:
Narrative
he stands amid the dusted rays
of beams from smudged, windowed days
casting light on the words below
pressed flat upon papered page
he's been here since before sun up
stained and smelling of turpentine
surveying the thoughts he's pressed
quickly he hangs the page to dry
then re-inks the typeset laid to table
and inserts another piece to press
pulling at the screw-pressed platen
repeating process his labors express
his desire to enlighten the world
not just his neighbors informed to tell
ideas and thoughts carried on back
ancestors haunched with ink and quill
before them criers cried the street
events be known upon lips aloud
spreading ideas throughout the land
difficult to speak beyond the crowd
and unbeknownst to him and kind
someday in future ideas are spread
with something called electricity
through wires and waves on into head
to reach to you my heartfelt soul
ideas with emotions and feelings said
until now, thoughts sweetest aspirations
words spread like jam on slice of bread
words, like feelings toil quietly
carry your touch and feeling along
to distant lands and distant times to
give life's meaning, therefore prolong
what the publisher and writer wish
to convey to all able to read or hear
that thought, like life, is precious
held close at hand, the mind made clear
© Goode Guy 2011-08-09
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ink
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Printing_press
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Publishing
Categories:
inserts, education, history, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Quatrain