Best Insure Poems
My life spirals ever downward...
The grave taunts me with its laugh.
Death's bony fingers are affixed my throat
As the jester of my unmerited epitaph.
My angst at my ever-flounder appears
Well-earned and justly placed
Where the rabid minions of an avenging God
Will no doubt make bold of my disgrace.
Have I lived too long a life so plain
Where my soul was too confined
And any realistic hope of eternal bliss
Seems mere folly at this time?
To live too long is an old Man's curse
And bound to evoke some industry
Where best intentions are set adrift...
To partake sweet ecstasy.
These stains that commemorate my Earthly Sins
Are laid denuded for all to see.
I drag them unceremoniously into an afterlife
That may not wish to bolster me.
But who among us hasn't stumbled
With Death's foot ajar the door
With temptations strewn like pearled oysters
On life's repugnant shores?
The righteous path is straight and narrow
And a vehicle for all those bold and brave
But only appeared crucial and strategic as
I stand with one foot in the grave.
How happier were those days gone by
When I was young and free from vice.
If I had only maintained such vernal guileless
To insure a place in paradise.
But I have come to this conclusion
As Death's whisper slakes my soul with dread.
Too much time has been my nemesis and any
Last minute burbling is better left unsaid.
So at this hour... this late late hour...
I now confront an awful truth.
I might have had a better chance at Heaven...
Had I perished in my youth.
The End
Ever-flounder: A bad situation of one's own making.
*I wrote this poem from the perspective of someone who fears their sins are
too heavy for God to bear.
*Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your uncle.
Categories:
insure, angst, confusion, death,
Form:
Rhyme
You speak into your child's life in whispers
With the strength of the four winds
No need for yelling
For your child has expectant ears
Wisdom
A fathered gift
Born out of pained understanding
Mistakes not needed to be repeated
Your love an inoculation to failure
Resilience will permeate a new generation
You smile with furrowed brow
For time passes much to quickly
There is fear there is some lesson you have forgotten
Not what you want for your begotten
Still you see this precious ones progression
He possess strength laughter and compassion
Humored moments and strong funny bones
Will insure this child will never be alone
A tender heart and a will like a stone
One day
You will have to let go
Time progresses it never slows
Deep inside your heart grows because you know
You have given your all
This child will rise up tall
Won't be afraid to fall
He heeds your Father's call
For he has learned at your loving feet
Wisdom has been his bountiful feast
Some day he'll be a father too
He'll bring blessings back to you
For you have been faithful
and a father true
Inspired by Funom's poem, "Words of Wisdom to My Child".
Categories:
insure, blessing, father,
Form:
Free verse
The brittle stems of Queen Anne's Lace
reduced to barren winter bone;
a hoarfrost Ermine coat embrace,
impaled in soil that's turned to stone.
The flowers now are wicker cups,
wear Bowler's hats of purest white;
the snowflakes that they interrupt
await the wind; resume their flight.
The Junco in the Prairie Grass,
drad colors blending, stem and snow;
his flitting business come to pass
without a glimpse of style, or show.
White crystal mist; the morning still,
a cold and colorless display;
the fenceposts marching up the hill
like soldiers, slowly fade away.
This day in its entirety
constructed thus to fit the mood,
cabin bound and winter weary,
must you in my lament intrude?
From deep within the Cedar tree
in blazing red from cap to tail,
you interrupt my woe-is-me,
insure my pensive mood will fail!
Categories:
insure, nature, upliftingwinter, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
There once was Castle just over the hill
That belonged to a King with an iron will
Nestled safely behind his Castle wall
With an army to insure they wouldn’t fall
It was clear for the entire world to see
Destiny would record him in history
The richest King in all of the land
A beautiful Queen at his right hand
He ruled the land from shore to shore
Tell me, “Could any man ask for more”?
Turns out this King had just one vice
He was so great he forgot to be nice
Against any force he was bound to win
So the devil attacked him from with-in
Such a great King skilled with the sword
Much too great a King to turn to the Lord
Watched his entire Kingdom crumble away
Because he was to great to kneel and pray
Categories:
insure, devotion, education, faith, hope,
Form:
Couplet
IF ONLY YOU WOULD VOTE FOR ME
When election time comes round, On my door they will pound.
Telling what you are going to do for me.
Lend me your ear,my vision is clear
If only you would vote for me
The traffic will move
Your life will improve.
If only you would vote for me
And when elected
I would have bridges erected to accelerate our economy.
If only you would vote for me.
I would stand up to oil.
Relentless I'd toil in the war on poverty.
If only you would vote for me.
I would send kids to college
and enrich them with knowledge to complement our society.
If only you would vote for me.
Believe if you dare.
We'll all have health care, We can do it all for free.
If only you would vote for me.
I would engage meat axes
And eliminate taxes and cease this tyranny.
If only you would vote for me
Our world is in turmoil
I will insure tranquility
If only you would vote for me.
I would rail against racism
Celebrate diversity
If only you would vote for me
P.S. I would like to hear your thoughts.
Categories:
insure, america, freedom, philosophy, political,
Form:
Rhyme
I was just past one when you left this earth
Suicide the decision that you made
Who was left to tell me 'bout my self-worth
No one! Only you, and you should have stayed
Too young to express my emotions well
Left with brothers and a drunken dad here
Did you consider how on earth I'd dwell
With dad who stayed drunk so he could shed tears
God sent a couple who would love and care
They filled in the gap when you were not here
God had a plan to fill the space that's bare
They gave me love, showed the way, taught God's near
God opened doors, gave spiritual birth
I was just past one, when you left this earth
Finis'
Contest: Orphan Sonnet
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Written: 05/20/2022
Checked with Syllable Counter.net
I used rhymezone.com on the internet to insure good rhymes
I know the sonnet form is orphan sonnet and doesn't mean it has to be about being an orphan or about an orphan. Since it was called an orphan sonnet, I thought I would use that as my theme.
Categories:
insure, birth,
Form:
Sonnet
A gecko who represents GEICO
My fame sure continues to grow
And because I am cute
I have money to boot
Who’d guess I’d been raised in a ghetto
Insurance I’m in, so let’s begin
Assessing your worth, to your chagrin
No policy covers
That place where you hover
Think we insure bats? You’re mistaken!
*NOT a contest entry
Categories:
insure, animals, funny
Form:
Limerick
The world in 100 years ... Oh, perish the thought
Former President, Ronald Dump, who was cryogenically frozen following his assassination after winning the ‘No Bull’ Peace Prize in December 2018, has been successfully defrosted.
Ronald Dump recently defeated his son, former President Barrrrron Van Dump, in the lunar by-election. President Dump will be taking up his forty year term at his office-in-the-round penthouse suite at ‘Lunar-Tic Towers’. This magnificent golden palace-like structure is situated on the fringes of the 29th bunker on the dark side of the moon. Naturally, it is a member’s only golf club and entry is strictly by special invitation only. It will be staffed by scantily costumed Honey-Bunny girls and models who the Dump handpicks. They will attend to every need and whim of his guests, unless he requires their expertise "handling."
President Dump will be supported by his android wife, Argenta, (humanoid model number 3060 with real hair and life-like body parts) who superseded the old model 'Milionairluva', who sadly could not be revived due to silicon and botox poisoning which ran rampantly throughout her Barbie doll body
The Lunar-Tic Towers will be totally off limits to the paparazzi so there can be no photographs taken of the Irn Bru brewing facility of his favourite drink which was banned in Scotland. He seeks to insure that no "fake news" stories are leaked by the press.
In his bid to tackle rising unemployment, currently standing at 99.6%, Dump will be advised by his new best friend and strategist, Kym Dung Hung Lo. This humanitarian almost obliterated the human race by detonating a nuclear warhead at the Dung Hung Lo Toy Factory which was caused when Dung Hung Lo threw his dolly out of the pram. So impressed by such a move, Dump hired him and invited Dung Hung Lo to be his number 2 to succeed him.
May God bless the earth, what little is left of her .. she needs all the help she can get with these two lunar tics in charge
6/1/18
100 year Contest sponsored by Brian Davey
Categories:
insure, earth, humorous, moon, political,
Form:
Narrative
Puppy Love at 55
When I am wise, I’ll turn to puppy love
With generous doses of truth and innocence, almost no shame …
“Her be my gal!” Or “Me gonna marry him, so you jus’ shove!”
Sound adorable. Singing, “He is mine. I am his. Gonna get married, take his name.”
Gone the days of horse and carriage … some sensuous songs, also silent …
At this moment I am not wise, merely older, aged fifty-five;
I make amends, enjoy each tomado-love and each new accent;
Aware of so much pain, woundings, the living-but-barely-alive
So I recall how puppy love felt like fresh air, sunshine, pure
We thought the best of belle or beau
Time never existed. No bills, diapers, nothing to insure
Slobbery kisses on ears, eyes, but unashamed, secure …
When I turned a certain age; not so young and not so pure
I thought marriage was right: seemed the way to secure
Each other in love’s embrace for children, a better future …
No regrets! But I gaze at a happy marriage in old pics now.
So I say this to all poets, painters, quaint artists, saints and sinners:
Start early with puppy love, and never give up on it;
Why discuss doubling household incomes, becoming millionaires
For such talk puts dollar signs where love was beautifully reflected!
The children may yet teach us the ways of innocence
But that is the hardest job today: among adult gadgets, to remain puppies
That lick, slobber, miss the lips and kiss the eyes or chins
And yet without shame, forgetting forbidden fruit, unblinking eyes -
(Asking questions about hair, skin, color … hugs galore, even for the different)
But as to whether I advocate divorce, May I plead the Fifth Amendment?
Categories:
insure, children, divorce, for her,
Form:
Free verse
Mars Bars
I think they painted it all red
so that we’d think it really dead
get the thought out of our head
they would let us share a bed.
Perhaps they hacked Mars “google maps”
to screw up our best thinkers caps
installed the “red-dead” planet app
in brownish shade of crusty past
to insure we’d change our mind
look elsewhere in our search to find
another place to colonize
after this one slowly dies.
They have watched our pestilence
defy the laws of common sense
will not succumb to our pretense
good neighbors do not need a fence.
John G. Lawless
6/22/2015
submitted to – Subject Mars – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Joe Maverick
Categories:
insure, environment, future, humor, planet,
Form:
Verse
With nimble imploring
Of a tale found quite pretentious,
I found:
My sisters, my comrades,
Obtained skills some found offensive.
They roamed the hills of Scotland,
Burdened with hope enough for nations,
And every time our Mother cried,
Witnessed imprudent brutalization.
Through lands both waste and riches,
Continued on:
A solemn pilgrimage;
Armed with only incantations,
And herbs:
A witch's privilege.
Morrigan has told my spirit
What Brigid tried to say,
Men without us are monsters,
But their minds are such as clay.
That is why we carry on
Our nomadic occupation,
Driven from villages as The Dragon dies,
Though what we bring's salvation.
I've seen my sisters burn on poles,
Through lights: Theatre Magic,
Everyone was awed indeed,
My sisters' fates were tragic.
So to ensure insure
'Twas not in vain,
I set forth in expedition,
To find the valley between the hills,
That my sisters' lore has mentioned.
Categories:
insure, devotion, faith, history, life,
Form:
The sun will shine brighter tomorrow
When we learn to transform our sorrow,
For the terrors we witness today,
Hold the keys to build castles from clay ...
Thus, as hard as they are to impart,
Tragedies plant a seed in our heart,
To grow blooms from the horrors of men ...
And insure they don't happen ... again.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Poem of Poems" Poetry Contest, Charles Messina, Sponsor. Mandatory starting phrase: "The sun will shine brighter tomorrow when ... ".
Categories:
insure, change, humanity, love, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
Evil That Always Takes Its Toll
Remember where hot lightning bolts flash down,
Its sun-fire heat burning in a tragic strike!
There perished mother and her little tyke;
Tragedy there, where the angels cry and frown,
And sing their saddest songs upon the waves:
Doom and gloom a sad fruit to be born
Taken long before Gabriel blows his horn.
Judged by Fate no power in Universe ever saves,
Yet no man lives that can ever be so sure,
That misery will forget to take its toll
Upon the peace that stirs the blessed soul!
There was peace: yet no peace can insure,
Paradise will be waiting for its fair guests,
The great promise, its most fantastic lure!
Security of life and limb of angels so pure:
Or protection from Evil that so eternally infests.
Robert J. Lindley, August , 1973
Note: A poem from my private journal, from back when I wrote a bit more in the old style.
Sometimes I dearly miss writing like this..... and that muse that raced so far away!
p.s. My first wife(future ex) thought this my best poem ever.
At that time I had several hundred written.
Categories:
insure, dark, destiny, judgement, life,
Form:
Rhyme
My old friend Gettysburg came to visit me tonight.
He indicated that he has been troubled about many things.
He begins without hesitation to speak to me with passionate expressions. He said that he was feeling both patriotism and pride but also consternation. He thought about how different '4th of July' celebrations might be this year.
He is whispering to me about both freedom and sovereignty.
He is shouting to me in tears about divisiveness and unity.
He tells me of his being ripped apart in every section and direction.
His north is pulling; his south is pushing; his east and west are frozen.
His total being is being disconnected; his pain is unbearably excruciating.
He ponders the complexity of such beauty being on the brink of destruction.
He remembers the Mayflower, Plymouth Rock, and the Boston Tea Party.
Presently, when thinking about Lincoln's Gettysburg Address, he weeps.
He locks his eyes to mine and questions, "Whatever happened to the love of life, love of family, love of neighbor, love of the church, love of country?"
Gettysburg believes in America and thinks we will find our way forward.
He reflects on the Declaration of Independence and the many sacrifices.
The Preamble to the Constitution is weighing heavily on his confused mind.
He prays that the dream doesn't die, and he rejects any nightmarish thoughts.
Gettysburg believes in God, and that He will turn the tides and calm the sea.
He utters his last words to me by quoting the Preamble to the Constitution of the USA. "We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of ...
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Categories:
insure, abortion, america, july,
Form:
Personification
BEYOND THE MILK OF HERA PAST THE HEAVEN'S VERTEBRAE
THE STARS BLINK GLEAMING SAGAS, IN THE DAWN THEY FADE AWAY
MY SHIP MAKES AN INCISION IN EVERY THING THEY SAY
THE SEA WEARS LIKE A SILKY DRESS THE BEAUTY OF THE NIGHT
AND NEVER DOES THE MOON APPEAR SO BEAUTIFUL IN WHITE
MY SAILS, IMPATIENT WITH THE WIND, REFLECT CELESTIAL LIGHT
OLD TRITON'S SHELL IS SOUNDLESS IN POSEIDON'S CALMING DEEP
IF PROTEUS WOULD CHANGE HIS SHAPE, WHAT FORM WOULD HE NOW KEEP
THE COMPASS NEEDLES'S IGNORANT OF FAIR AURORA'S SLEEP
LIKE ORPHEUS I SEEK TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF MY LOVE THERE
AS IF EURYDICE COULD BE ALIVE IN VIEWLESS AIR
MY MAP OF MAL DU SIECLE IS A CHART OF MAL DE MER
BENEATH THE WINGS OF HALCYON I WAIT CALYPSO'S WHIM
A GENTLE ZYPHYR CAN'T INSURE MY EQUALIBRIUM
MY NAVIGATION LIGHTS GLOW BRIGHT AND THEN THEY SEEM TO DIM
DO HEAVEN'S ANGELS SALT THE SEAS WITH TEARS OF JOY OR PAIN
ARE ALL MY PATHS AIMED AT DEATH OR DO THEY LEAD ME HOME AGAIN
THE AUTOPILOT SQUEAKS AND THERE'S A LUFFING IN THE MAIN.
Categories:
insure, boat, mythology, sea, stars,
Form:
Rhyme