Best Intent Poems
To the ones I love in this world
There is something l need to share
We all unknowingly in life have caused hurt
Totally oblivious and unaware
So, If I have ever done you wrong
And did not realise
Please forgive me
I am here to apologise
I am sorry if I unknowingly let you down
Or my words were too direct
If I caused disappointment
Sadness or neglect
I would never intentionally hurt another
I do not possess the mean gene
Though if I have without intent
I’m truly sorry… lets wipe the slate clean!
If all we did in our lifetime
Came from a place of love and kind intent
The world would be a better place
Not perfect…though many sufferings it would prevent
It is such a shame it is not that simple
Though l so wish it to be true
We could live in greater harmony
All humans, all countries….me and you!
This tribute memorial poem Is collaboration between myself and Silent One - a kind, gracious man and poet.
Today 11th November 2020 would have been my mother’s 100th birthday.
Mother
1920 - 2008
Wherever I go you go with me too,
always bedside me whatever I do.
And I wouldn't have it any other way
I love you, need you every single day.
You took care of me, with your heart and hands,
till the tables turned and I took command.
I did all I could, hope it was enough,
for the mother, I loved so very much.
I held your hand at our last sad goodbye,
afore handing you to angels stood by.
You're here in spirit till the day I die,
and we meet up in heaven above sky.
~~~
I see you gazing as white clouds go by,
you struggle to smile, but you must try.
Oh my love, please don't worry about me,
I dwell in a place of divine beauty.
It's never easy when loved ones must go,
but maternal bonds live forever though.
We have that place somewhere only we know,
where in times of sorrow, we would lay low.
Live your life until your heart is content,
fulfil your dreams with determined intent.
I hope we do not meet again too soon,
my child, keep humming a sweet robin’s tune.
*+*+*
“When robins appear, an angel stands near.”
*+*+*
11th November 2020
Thank you Silent One for the collaboration and making this tribute so special, Belle
NARRATOR
Infatuation, mysterious,
Must possess
A hello will be good, an offer
Of a drink,
And here comes the invite,
Does it lead to a casual, or
Lengthy good night
HIM
My furniture's sparse
I have a desk and books,
I hung clean tea towels on
The kitchen hooks.
I have a chair and a cat,
Time to go forward
No more chit chat.
I have wine in the fridge
And two glasses at the ready,
Must remember
To keep my hand steady,
O forgot, also have a wife,
Who I promised to be faithful to
For the rest of my double life.
But full steam ahead,
Yes, still in my pocket
I’ll put it back on
after this evening’s affair
I’m excited, I’ll avoid
Her terrified stare.
NARRATOR
This sleazy professor
Had succeeded in
His dirty deeds
Three times before,
Would he succeed again,
And leave another stain,
A memento on his floor
At his secret flat,
By the front door.
HER
Wanted to pass her first
Year at university,
Noticed he was glib,
Certainly, no novice,
But would entice
Him to promise.
Too quickly did he offer
An exemplary exam mark,
She somehow felt
Things were off track,
Saw a murderous
Glint In his eye,
He was of slight build,
She noticed his hand
And the knife and rope,
Dug her sharp nails
In his neck,
Alarmed and hurt
He hesitated, she pushed
Him and ran to the door,
Tripped and moved a
Carpet which hid blood stains,
She put her hands to her ears
To block out the screams,
Pain and fears,
In her mind,
She would make sure they find,
this evil man,
I will destroy him,
I can,
Fled down a flight of stairs
Into a busy street,
Where she mingled
With thousands of feet.
NARRATOR
Too late too late
Bad guy,
For this you will fry,
And burn in hell,
Where are the
Other bodies,
Now all you will
Spill, and
Have to tell.
Divinity all empowers me for some dignity
Through this course of life so to have an entity
Power flow through my veins ,black faced
Melanin at its best, perceived as a beast ,
hair puffs and cushioned
But possesses white finger nails,
Call that race .
Feels safe but not , something I call
Chaotic tranquillity ...
Calls from here and there
All from my clan
For purpose in unity to the grand plan
All summed up to make up the planet....
Round and round the earth feels.
Yet , it's a
Chaotic tranquillity
Man live then die
Life and death seems like the price
For Earthly experience .
So we cry into the world
But we being cried for
When we leave
An entity painted
A life lived, good or bad but lived .
Chaotic tranquillity
The serenity all set for all race
But isn't it awkward when races, race with each other
Battle of an unknown cause but a major curse, through this course
Of living, so to keep the pulse
But forces
Bent on keeping the world a
Chaotic Tranquillity.......
We all got Vices
I mean you, you and yeah you! And me.
It's a Vice city
Humans Co-habitate
And it's humanly.
.. wrongs, right
We either turn left or right on this Journey
But we choose to go straight
With a luxurious sweet heart ride,
Called Hope.
It's just a goal. Faith winning.
Faith in the Divine.
Still division in religion
Chaotic tranquillity legion
Blue skies Sunny villa
My family my first nation
Loves spread across
And yeah we got ventilation
World my neighbour cos I love her
As myself.
A rule by the Maker
Now we got laws
Cos we break rules
For the world needs to recognise
We need love driving us forth
Paddling with care
And accelerating into one'ness !
Bit by bit
For its still
Chaotic tranquillity.......
14/07/2017
Said my intent.
I do not discriminate
by race,
by sex
or
by religion.
I merely write historic insightful facts,
depict of the human minds' moral
and ethical behaviors.
Should I offend!
I pray God forgiveness.
© Al Juman The "said" Poet 7/7/2018
hillary hillary hillary
who sobbed her way in cafés
all along the campaign trail
who now sits beside her prime opponent
as spokesperson-talking-head-puppet o’ the empire,
telling us all for the
489,675,788,899 th time
that the possibility of Iran
being blown off the face of this earth
is still “on the table”
because we americans
whose big dick beats all others across the world
need to enforce our
PEACEFUL INTENT
upon those who will not do what we say
because
we americans who beat our big dick all across the world
need to enforce our
PEACEFUL INTENT
upon those who will not give us what we want
(resources that lie within their borders)
because
we americans who beat our big dick all across the world
need to enforce our
PEACEFUL INTENT
upon those who will not adopt our own way of greed, exploitation & deprivation of our own citizens---
OH
THE
LESSONS
WE
TEACH
THE
WORLD.
Vile creatures write bibles in a hole
Cursed with powers out of control
To take what is not theirs, that is the goal
Satanic smiles saved for such occasions
In seclusion they build commandments
Create wars, massacre the masses, laugh
In their souls darkness starts with madness
Intentions are so simple posed in words
Babies cry out from their protected womb
Evil hears them long before their birth
Sprinkled like fairy dust the demons come
Disarming in charm, there to lead them on
Fresh to the taste of life in air the infants take
Breathe their first breath through labor pain
Laid bare and frankly, dangerous
They scream out loud for no apparent reason
Monstrous men are there to give them death
Stalin knew how to butcher thoroughly
Five million at a time, his own people died
He takes the cake for killings in the millions
But one creature stands alone in mass murder scored
So much for Socialism and history recorded
Who controls the agriculture in the land of China
And the movement that caused a curse on all humanity
Down to the last dead babies soul left in the soil
“The Great Leap Forward” mass starvation stands alone
Fresh from the womb into the arms of doom forever
Chairman Mao Zedong is that master, the face of evil ever after
Created on 6/23/16 for - “Evil Is Everywhere” Poetry Contest- Sponsored by: Brian Davey
Behind my desk of daily duties, I hide obliged,
blind in perceived intent in days debilitating me,
grinding relentless against my need to find meaning.
My bleeding mind leaning against my breaching heart,
preaching intent I cannot grasp.
I gasp for a breath of substance of a sort,
distort in my own demand of dithering paths,
like a slithering mole sniffing the trodden ground,
drowning in my intentless surround.
My splotched mind now fired up on a frigid stove,
an imposter, a trove dug up and claimed,
framed...
As thought the picture of perfect suffering is rule
I plunge…
Posing in intent’s pool I seduce my own pseudo smile
and all the while spirit leaks from my soul.
This hovering abandoned hole day in and day out
I’ve filled with doubt of a truth led astray the stars,
as hardened scars plow my unburied grave
like the brave face I wear disgraced.
My life…
Misplaced...
This space of intentless surround.
Random occurrence pounds and pierces my felt fate,
my soul mate of self-sacrifice awaits.
As choice’s debris freezes my will to incite,
I back down …
From a fight I should fight with formidable fury
as the only jury be my yearning destiny freed,
as self-sacrifice waits for me.
Her lips were;
A glistening red
Making my thirst for her
Ever so, bittersweet.
I used to gaze at her,
From across the room
To have sight of
Her radiant beauty.
Thoughts of her presence;
Ignites my inner senses
Her glow fills the room
Your intoxicating aura is so sensual.
If I could turn time around;
I'd do it in an instant
To relive life again with you
You are my heart's intentions.
My intention of being:
And yet
Still Being My Intentions
For All Eternity, I Love You!
My love, Shannon! R.I.P.
Though perspicuous from your tongue, your inurbane words flatter no one.
With their capricious nature you can't see how they alienate your heart from your mind,
yet your transitory thoughts still gravitate toward malignant ideas
which dissipate in rapid secession with each scapegoat that you find.
08/31/16
you can write a billion lines
you can play a million songs
you can film ten-thousand hours
and never right a single wrong
you can feed a ravenous crowd
biscuits with salmon to replete
overflowing cornucopias endowed
and fill silos brimming with wheat
you can sole the bruised up feet
and clothe the bare-backed persons
warm their cupped hands and faces
never able to lighten their burden
you aim to rework humanities place
more caring now than indifferent
so that all souls can truly embrace
but, that may not be nature's intent
hardship may in discrete analysis
be core, even to the cells of us
diversity of adversities in synopsis
her permanent grand plan nonetheless
so here's an observation for you to see
dream your dreams and make your plans
to initially carve into nature's tree
but soulfully will to restep your stance
what you think she's thinking is best
most likely ain't what's there to find
point is, that no one can truly guess
designed intents of nature's mastermind
© Goode Guy 2013-06-24
No event! No audience! Brain spasm!
Is it fun for the sponsor that has 'em?
Folks numerically judge.
Presentations with grudge -
Slam without performance is a chasm.
How in cyberspace can one perform his poem?
Can U-tube audiences judge random?
There must be an event.
That is the slam intent.
Otherwise, it becomes aimless, gruesome.
There once was a poet who disliked slam.
She slammed anyway while eating eggs and ham.
I was told by a bird -
She got choked on her word.
Too bad it was not performed for the cam!
© July 21, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
A SPECIAL THANKS GOES TO OUR POETRY SOUP TEAM for their continued support of the art of poetry in all of its forms and for their sensitivity to the needs of poets on Poetry Soup. SLAM POETRY is about performance. It is about beliefs and opinions...NOT just about dissing. Some SLAM Poetry is purely beautiful. I visited the link posted on their recent blog. http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8723097898466379752# It was a marvelous experience. SMILES
Look forward, storm.
Great of location, desolate.
Look toward, shelter.
Humble beginning
Simpler time
True intent
Clarity of mind