Best Intended Poems
There are terms humanity uses, phrases words appear."
To communicate emotions, in aim of clarity, or to help
Verbally in communicating our anxiety, or sense of honour
Even anger, love or fear.' Some terms are formed generically.' Yet others are forged and planned.' To strike
At the spirit, heart and souls of 'right thinking women and
Man' the word ( elites ) is being used to describe indeed
The dregs..' its as dis-informative in the context and concept
Indeed its correction ' must get now on its legs' to
Highlight those of repulsive ways..Who glorify abuse who
Plan nightmares today.' Who facilitate urusry murder and
Greed, who co-opt and co-erce for the basest of needs who
To be validated are willing to do the vilest' the dirtiest things.)
Scum could do.' I find no word low enough.! No term that
Will match.' To the acts of these lunatics and the sick dreams they hatch.' (They call wicked for good) remember
My friend; (2020?) and just extrapolate' then and only things will
Get on the mend!
Intended Freedoms
Thomas Jefferson
Prepared The Constitution.
Freedom: black and white.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 2, 2010
Poetic form: Haiku
Show me yours
And I will show you mine
Can I interest you in a game of Doctors and Nurses
Can I interest you in something purple
To tickle you pink
What do you think?
Am I wetting your lip's
With my pun's and quips
Or do you just think
I have had far to much to drink
Envision self vision
Take a look at yourself
Tell us what you see
Life in a blur a race against time
Trust your intuition Trust your heart
Abandon all idea of what you are suppose to be
Take charge of your destiny
Play nobody's pawn
Be real to your heart
Let your mind wonder free
Believe there is more for you
Dream the impossible
Let your light shine
Take control of your anxiety
Be free to cry
Take what God has given you
Cherish every memory
Every smile
Every laugh
Every conversation
Because when this time is gone
You should not think it was wasted
You have so much to offer
So much to do
So much to see
Be at peace with in your own body
Because that is how it all was intended when you were created.
Do you know I am
not dissin' you when I write
stuff I call haiku?
Soup makes me pick form
and sometimes that's only one
makes any sense 'tall.
Anyhow respect
(like, muchly) peops who study
and try to perfect.
I do things my way.
I like that others do things
otherly than me.
Now, here's the thing... if
one of the pos I haikued
placed in serious
contest, I would doubt
what the scene was all about.
Yak haiku has place
but serious trumps.
Some brilliant lines goin' down
thanks to the poets.
Looking back over one's life
thinking of your thoughts far back
what intentions were in your mind?
indeed had you a sure track?
Leaving school at the ripe age of 15
any job would do, to get a wage
no real ambitions had me at that time
had no impulse but to turn to the next page
Decades have now passed on by
but amazingly feel it was all a plan
there in the divine providence so grand
each step has been taken like a span
Like a flight through the air
before landing on the flight path
you feel so high above the clouds
till your eyes see the approaching grass
Such an adventure it's all been
from birth till earth's end shall be
'all I intended to be' brought about
a little seed became one large tree
(Having listened again to Emmylou Harris 's album 'All I Intended To Be' from a few years ago inspired this piece looking back on life and all it was intended to be.)
Was Not Intended
Was not intended
When my endeavored ended
Rules were amended
Into air blended
Casket cemented
She had consented
Car door was dented
My eyes had glinted
Answer was hinted
Not oriented
I had relented
Vessels were stinted
Ended up suspended
Room was well-vented.
You get to pick out last one you
want for last line. Jim Horn
Weakened by hand of sorrow
Conquered by grip of death
Saved from the pain, so hollow
I am taking my final breath.
Released from the burden of craving
From earthly desires' hold
My mind no longer raving
My story no longer unfolds.
And my flesh is forever sleeping
While my spirit turns into light.
No longer can hear weeping
Of the ones I have left behind.
Though my life was so mercilessly stolen
And my blue sky is turning grey,
From the path of enlightened souls
I have never intended to stray.
WHAT GOD INTENDED
i grabbed the soupy ceramic
without a doubt
basic white, and i’m blank
i choose a skybound color
a lovely tone of blue
and paint the inside blue
and the outside too
several layers
that’s what they told me to do
i grab some silk
a pretty curlicue
and blot with bliss
just below the sip line
with a lovely teal this time
gaining speed, a rose
with specks
they say it’ll drip
when they finish it off
so i say tell me the truth
does this look awful
and they say “yes”
but quantified, that after
the soup mug
feels the burn
and cools down
it will be what God intended
B E A U T I F U L
10/28/2017
Statements are the treats
To the spoken,
But to the intended;
They still might ill-treat.
The Dreamer still dreams-day dreams
To find his passion
In his day,
But realizes at nights
That he spends his time in nothingness.
The Merchant says,
Where and when forth you get me my love
There and then forth I make you not my slave
Where and when forth you get me my riches, I repeat
There and then forth I make you not my slave
Then forth I unscrew your bond
To me
A yearlong you have, to win your life
I won't spare it at all
After this epoch of a lifetime
On the day before his death
The Miser's eyes go bloody red
As red as the flaming fires
In the failure's junk bed
While he day-dreamed .......
What Intended To Be Praise Of A Cold Shower...
(became something else (tau welled),
and tolled at this hour).
Though hermetically sealed within
this temperature
controlled quite bare
able (sixty degrees Fahrenheit,
the lowest possible central air
conditioned setting) insulated
one bedroom unit at clear
lee maintained Highland
Manor Apartments (where
vacant units frequently available
at this low cost facility, (deer
and the antelope play amidst
a wooded strip) fair,
lee enshroud above this
tranquil, serene, and hare
wren there, a quotidian
refulgent quite pastoral lair
ideal nooks and crannies
to read, which
non paid for plug 'ere)
won can seclude themselves
from the madding crowd gear
ring up to see return
of the native sob
bummer, day dreamer, flounderer
Matthew Scott Harris,
whose shut eye evoked,
a place he did revere
within the outer limits of the twilight
named Willoughby, while in
deep sleep he did mare
to his quasi
(caught in moat oh) mistress
sweet heart Lady Chatterley
(in an storybook parable
setting) analogous
to Sleepy Hollow where
a lookalike of
Rip Van Winkle
only added insult to injury,
when the "FAKE" headless
donned horseman got trumped
by a transexual, *****,
nudist, k9, homosexual,
eunuch corn, where
a cold shower shook
and didst scare
away every last
vestige I swear
so realistic disappointment arose,
when vision didst appear.
What Trump Intended
Many things Trump has intended
Wants to have Hillary apprehended
Should loose his job like Billy Bush
Talking about a Woman's touché
Everyone seem to have offended.
Jim Horn
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
On dreary days, I seldom wake
for deepest dreams arise opaque
and multitudes of fiends ascend
dispatching poems, I've just penned.
In vain I hide inside my end
upon a prayer, I make amends,
for all pretensions once defended
are quiet now, I'm Love's intended.
The dream has turned and I'm awake
and shaking knees no longer quake.
AS NATURE INTENDED
This is the tale of Edward Brown, a man respected in the town.
A model of sobriety, a pillar of society.
He lived alone and, in hot weather, he’d walk around in the altogether.
With neighbours few and far between, he wasn’t likely to be seen.
And, anyway, to make quite certain, each window had a nice net curtain.
Having had a shower one night, he decided that he wasn’t quite
Ready to get into bed, and so he went downstairs instead.
First he put the kettle on and then prepared a buttered scone.
He put some cocoa in his cup and stirred it as he filled it up.
Just then he heard the front door bell; the knocker loudly knocked as well.
It gave poor Edward quite a fright; who could it be this time of night?
Standing there, completely nude, which in an old man looks quite lewd,
He realised, with a worried frown, that between him and his dressing gown,
There was a well-lit hall to pass and the front door was entirely glass.
He used his two hands to conceal those bits a man should not reveal.
But, as his hands were rather small, they really didn’t hide much at all.
He took a deep breath, made a dash, but, sadly, also made a hash.
And, running through the flood-lit hall, he tripped and had a nasty fall.
Just then he glanced towards the door and was aghast at what he saw.
For, standing there, mouth open wide, a female constable was right outside.
Panicking, he turned and fled, revealing the rear view instead.
The PC (at the wrong address) was singularly unimpressed.
Her modesty was quite offended, so Mr Brown was apprehended.
My Lord, he intended no offence. And that’s the case for the defence.
10th October 2019
Nude - Descending a Staircase Contest
Sponsor - John Lawless
In the valley where
Life is lived as intended
Happiness is widespread
As far as any eye can see.
Joy and love reign
As peace and blessings
Fall from above.
Minor disagreements though
Few and far between,
Met with acceptance and
Understanding are
Respectfully resolved with
Knowledge and equality
For the good of all involved.
In the valley
Poverty does not exist.
Seeds of wealth
Planted since
The beginning of time
Have been harvesting
For generations and
Will continue on
Long after we're gone.
In the valley
There is no violence.
Voices are raised in song
And celebration of one another
Like wine glasses in toast.
Sleep is the only silence
That can be heard
Other than peace itself.
There's no such thing
As discrimination.
All are as equal here
As we are in the eyes of God.
Selfishness and jealousy
Like pain and suffering
Will never be known
Here in the valley.
Everyone's consciences
Are clear and hearts are
As open as welcoming arms.
Life in the valley may seem
Like lifetimes away but
It's inside each and everyone of us
Dare to reach in and see?
We were made in His likeness
With agape love.
That unconditional love for
All of mankind.
This is how life in the valley
Is lived as intended.
Will you come?
3/23/18