Best Isnt Poems
The grass isn’t always greener on the other side
Your problems seem bad but theirs are overgrown so easy to hide
You want to convert because you feel the need
You never know what their mistakes entail because you didn’t see them plant the
seed
You think their dirt is better be a little wiser
They might not be growing well for the lack of a fertilizer
They cut away too much with their knife
Did they get enough of the essence of life
Now they might sit on a useless mound
While your grass is adequate because it has good roots in the ground
So be happy with what you have and find peace and joy inside
Remember the grass isn’t always greener on the other side
I regret the movies
they gave you reasons to add a twist in life
believing existence without adrenaline is not living at all
and wild adventures are the crest on fulfillment’s stamp.
I regret the kisses
they were an experimental lab for your comparison
with cumulative scores so negative
whenever I do not do it right.
I regret the dinners
they were mere fun’s activities to try out the world of luxury.
While I was trying to build something honest,
you were trying to aimlessly and heartlessly explore.
I regret the touches
actions so sensual, deep and soul expressing
never penetrated your skin but are mere agents of warmth,
as satisfying physical needs is their line of command.
I hate the outings
thinking the expression of varieties and beauty’s many limbs
would be translated into a union so lively and young.
but it was an avenue for you to select my replacement.
What I do not regret is the love
twas beautiful, sweet, enjoyable and flawless.
I blame the human endeavour and not its blessings.
You’ve gone back to your ex, but it’ll sure lead me to a wonderful next.
“When all you thought was true, isn’t ...”
When all you thought
was true,
isn’t
an interesting
conversation
sashays in
opening
channels
has begun
quite alien
epistemological
holy smoking light ray
stun gun
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Narayan”/The Prodigy
https://youtu.be/bzVjZu4fl4o
“UFOs, Religion & Technology”/UAP Society
https://youtu.be/FoWKTjSUx3s
Kyiv Astronomers capture “UAPs everywhere” using meteor-tracking software
https://youtu.be/E2ZSlLH0TzE
“The nitrogen in our DNA,
the calcium in our teeth,
the iron in our blood,
the carbon in our apple pies
were made in the interiors
of collapsing stars.
We are made of starstuff.”
Carl Sagan, Cosmos
“Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality.”
Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark
“You're an interesting species.
An interesting mix.
You're capable of such beautiful dreams,
and such horrible nightmares.
You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone,
only you're not.
See, in all our searching,
the only thing we've found
that makes the emptiness bearable,
is each other.”
Carl Sagan, Contact
Chris Lehto Channel / ex-F16 Fighter Pilot, American
https://www.youtube.com/c/ChrisLehtoF16/videos
UAP Society Channel
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UClS2K-Pxom6vuURf4t_42mw
there once was a little poor boy
who hadn't a single toy
he had figured it out
and to the world he'd shout
money isn't the way to joy
soft
raven
jet 'BLACK'
short
puffy
afro 'BLACK'
thick
matted
tangled hair
unstyled
unkempt
headscarf
seals my 'BLACK'
thick
course
wavy
nappy headed grave
coil
curl
twist
my fingertips
pleasant sore
my 'BLACK' hair scorn
rapunzel hair weave
creamy crack relaxer
black hair hatred
hair expresses rotten
yet and still what is to love 'BLACK' hair
When papa brought me home, I felt loved from the start.
I had no problem giving all of you my whole heart,
You all never made me feel like canine, I was family.
I was protective towards you all; I gave all of me,
When I ran out the gate, I ran after my little brother
Aimed to keep him safe; had strong bond with one another,
But I never made it across the street I was hit by a car;
I was hurt badly; all I could think was, it wasn't that far.
And where was my little brother? Was he safe and ok?
My life was fleeting; he came by my side that awful day.
Trust is not given
its earned
i gave
you lied and you lost
now you start over
how long will it take
maybe never
i dont know
its up to you
Death isn’t the end
It can’t be
It’s not that I feel you here
I wish that I could so badly
I look for signs that you’re near
Death isn’t the end
It can’t be
You’re on my mind constantly
I hear your voice
Your laugh
Your screech
I imagine exactly how you’d be
Death isn’t the end
It can’t be
You had so much more left to give
To a world too messed up to nurture you
You endured so much pain since a kid
Death isn’t the end
It can’t be
I wish I’d done so much more
Instead of flying home to your coffin side
I wish I’d have knocked on your door
Death isn’t the end
It can’t be,
I wish you’d talked to me
I wish I’d written you a letter
Instead of writing your eulogy
Death isn’t the end
It can’t be
I think of you every day
Your talent, your humour
Your sayings, your kindness
Your infectious laugh
Your smile was the brightest
Our guardian angel up above
Death isn’t the end
It can’t be
Forever is our love
I remember he says
When I was young
That store on the corner
Was run by an old Jewish couple
I remember the numbers
They had on their arms
And was always curious
Why they did that to themselves
I was so young and naive
And here, he went on,
In the middle of the block
Was a German delicatessen
They had the very best potato salad
I remember them all
On the next block was the bakery
You could smell the bread
Being baked every morning
Not like it is now
I can’t smell nothin’ now
I loved to play stick ball
With the kids on the block
I can still all their faces
And remember all their names
I have seen the life pass away
From this neighborhood
All these streets have changed
I miss those days a lot he said
As a tear rolled down his cheek
He spoke out in a low voice
This isn’t how it was suppose to be
Head bent down almost touching
The stained and crumpled sign
That lay next to an old soup can
That had a few various coins in it
While I started to walk away
I heard him talking to himself
In a hushed quiet voice
Almost impossible to hear
This isn’t how it was suppose to be
This isn’t how it was suppose to be
This isn’t how it was suppose to be
Is it me or is it that love is just not meant for me
Is it me or is it my emotions leading me this way
im scared that im not meant for love
Is it cause im young what is it
someone HELP !!!!!!
my emotions are killing me and my future relationships if I ever get one
no one excepts me for who I am but ........ will see
Forgiving Isn’t Forgetting
Written: by Tom Wright
7-25-2016
We’ve oft times said that we forgive,
But reflections, we frequently retain.
We methodically bring back to relive,
As if emblazoned within our brain;
Hopefully, forgiveness comes in time,
For things which we hold in reserve;
While we feel subjected to a crime,
That’s often better than we deserve.
I know I hurt you badly
I was hurting too
I never should have left
But what’s done is done
I would give anything to go back
To hold you tight
To never let go
To tell you I love you once more
I thought I was doing the right thing
Even though it was completely wrong
You got to experience what I never will
For that, I am grateful
You got to be a parent
And now a grandparent
I never will
That emptiness is eternal
When we reconnected
I was over the moon
Now I’m completely heartbroken
But it’s not because of you
I did it to myself
Hoping you could forgive me
If it painful to hear from me after 30 years
That wasn’t my intention
I had to reach out to you
Maybe that was selfish of me
My heart belongs to you
My soul aches for you
But I get it
I understand
Sometimes sorry isn’t enough
And I have to live with that
I wish you peace
I won’t push anymore
If i fell apart, would i really die
If you found out i got hurt, would you even cry
Why am i alive, i wish that i could die,
The horrid pain of death, needles in my spine
This death that i speak of, i think i’ll call it life
My chest is so heavy, it’s become hard to smile
Could i wish for anything, i’d wish away the pain
There’s not much i can say, that will not leave a stain
My mind is an enigma, the void is getting bigger
I’d rather be the figure, that wasn’t in the picture.
We spend hours on the net, searching for what we cannot get,
The quotes and the sayings to let out what’s inside our heads.
But time and time again.
I seem to get lost for words
My ladder has been broken
Back to this world of hurt.
I really want to try, but what if it’s all a lie
Is loving you, as i do, really worth my time
All the other people, closer than i am
Ask yourself, do they, love you like i can
I could stop it if i wanted, but the fact is i don’t
I would tell you that i love you, but i'm afraid you wont
I have time, too much, my life’s become a drag
You said my life is care-free; my emotions are just a rag
To be thrown around, used to cleanse, touched by unclean hands
And the one that has to wash it, wishes that they didn’t
If that person is you, i’d rather just stay hidden.
You said i am your love, have faith, you are mine
But why wont you tell me, are your worries the same as mine
In the place that we are in, all we have is time
But when we meet, we pass, not even a sign
All of this though you are on my mind
I wish that this would change, i want to be with you for life
And one day, just maybe, i can call you my wife
We can tell tales of today, our confusion and our strife.
Would you take me over him, or should i take the knife.
But the old me is not dead, just in a coma
Come closer, wake him up with your aroma
Embrace him in your suppleness, its about our only wish
"Isn’t she a bit odd?" a PTA lady asked me.
I did not know what to say.
She was my cousin, so not odd to me.
The others fell silent.
"I think she came to one of our meetings, " one said.
"I remember that," another chimed in. "She didn’t fit in so well."
Probably because you were so welcoming, I thought.
out of the car, and up the walk,
i go to the door and unlock the
lock
loud voices through the door
empties my heart a little more
they yell about money, they
yell about love
they yell about who goes down
below or up above
she calls him crazy, he says
"just maby"
he tells her he wants to go
she starts to cry and say she
didnt know
then she starts to beg for
forgivness
she wants to start over
but nobody really wants to
relive this
i pull out the key and realize
now,
how things have to be
this is when my house isnt a
home to me