Best It Just Goes To Show Poems
An old man was driving down the country road
Written By Dean Masciarelli
October 1, 2010 (11:55am)
An old man was driving
down the country road
And while he was driving
He noticed that there was a police
officer up ahead
that was sitting on the side of the road
And he knew that he was going
a little
over the recommended speed
And as he passed by
the officer
got right behind him
And then he followed
him
down the winding road
And that’s when the old man could see something
in his rear view mirror
and he noticed that the officers head light was dead
So he did what any good citizen would do and he flagged
the officer down
just to let him know that his head light had gone dead
And when the officer got out of his car the old man told the officer
with a big smile on his face that he is only going to give him a warning
this time around because every now and then everyone deserves a
good deed
And that’s when the officer smiled and went to the front
of his
car just to see if the old man was just trying to pull his leg
And when the officer returned he told the old man that this was
the first time
that he has ever had a citizen that had pulled him over instead
And they both laughed about it for a moment or two and
the officer said thank you and then they both got back
in there cars and they headed back down the country road
(This is a true story)
It just goes to show you that sometimes good deeds don't go unnoticed because they are appreciated.
CHRISTMAS AT THE CUCKOO'S NEST
Of all the holidays that come and go
Christmas is the one that we love best.
No matter how crazy, it just goes to show
we love the yuletide in the cuckoo’s nest.
We deck the halls with scat, and shirts
and wait for Santa all month long.
Cause when we catch him he is gonna get hurt
but we all love to sing Christmas songs.
Singing carols just fills up the hollow void
left by those who were able to forget me.
It does not help that they call me paranoid,
I sing “Santa Claus is Coming…to get me.”
The dark end of the year makes us feel pessimistic
so we gather to sing Yule songs round the tree.
Like all of those diagnosed narcissistic
singing “Hark, the Herald Angels Sing … About Me.”
We try to stay busy, doing brisk calisthenics
and writing letters home to those who are so dear
and singing along with the many schizophrenics
asking musically “Do You Hear What I Hear?”
Guys with sexual identity crisis, playing on the recorder
for pyromaniacs constantly re-lighting their cigar.
and because they have multiple personality disorder
singing “We Three Queens Disoriented Are.”
We hung Holly because we heard we were supposed to,
but she went home, so we hung her in absentia.
“I’ll be home for Christmas”, but if I’m overdue
it will be because of my senile dementia.
The patients who are manic insist on decorating the walls.
Which I guess is better than being withdrawn,
except that they are always wanting to “Deck the Halls
and the Office, and the Beds, and the Staff and the Lawn…”
Christmas is depressing, even to those on the outside,
and the long dark days don’t bring spirits any higher.
But I've had enough of the many suicides
singing “Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire.”
“I Look Like a Hippopotamus for Christmas” is a tune
that always gets sung by the anorexics,
and we hear “Tables in Boyland” every day around noon
as it gets mangled by the many dyslexics.
We may be crazy, we might be weird,
but none of us think Christmas is for fools.
In our blissful ignorance we are sometime feared,
but we still wish you all a very cool Yule!
It all started with three nails on a cross
Written By Dean Masciarelli
March 6, 2010 (9:28am)
It all started with three nails on a cross
And then when Jesus died he went to hell
Where he spent three days and three nights
there
for one purpose to try to save some souls
And on the third day he rose from the dead
according to the scriptures
And the first ones to bare witness
to his rising were some of
the ladies that were near his tomb
Yet so many people had trouble believing this
And then Jesus appeared to the dejected apostle
Peter
and he walked with him by the flowers and shrubs
And as they walked through the garden
Jesus tried to explain to Peter
That the enemy didn’t want to let Peter go
But Jesus let Peter know
That he wouldn’t give him up
Because he knew Peters heart and that’s why he forgave him
So that Peter could share his gospel with those who sit in the darkness
Because he wanted Peter to try to change
the evil thoughts of the natural minds of men
And in the process it literally changed Peters doubts
And all the sorrow that he carried in his heart
And then Jesus vanished as quickly as he appeared
And Peter knew in his heart that he was given a second chance
And it just goes to show all of us that Jesus truly has such a forgiving heart
And that is why he died with three nails on the cross
So that he could forgive us for our sins
If we would just have enough faith to believe in him
For he will never forsake us because that is his promise
Acrostic:
A Cowboy Is
Alert
Courageous
Objective
Wise
Brave
Overworked
Youthful
Important
Scholar
Limerick:
There once was a cowboy name Joe.
Who took his girlfriend to a show.
The lights were turned low.
Her lips he did blow.
It just goes to show Joe did go!!!!
*For Tirzah Conway's "A Cowboy Is" contest
Always thought I was in pretty good shape
For a dude of seventy-nine
Until I met up with the basement stairs
Challenged them 9 or 10 times
They won the battle, oh they surely did win
Lifting stuff was damn well easy
But lifting this bod up and down the stairs
Made me a whole lot wheezy
At seventy-nine, guess I still can be proud
That I'm still quite able to bring it
In my younger years, thought I'd be all alone
Drooling and loosing it bit by bit
It just goes to show you if you've lived a good life
And you're healthy, no need to stop
Wake up with a dirty big grin on your kisser
Riding bucking broncos till you drop
© Jack Ellison 2015
Everyone seems happy
Everyone loves to entertain
Everyone wants to be famous
But will you make it in this world
Pick Me Pick Me yea
im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
Im nothing but a snob
A little entertainment on tv
Where you watch your kids die
The commercial reads
Need more volunteers to get shot
Pick Me Pick Me yea
Im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
please select me im hot
"It just goes to show
that all we care about
is getting famous
nomatter what we have to do
we will do it
just to get noticed"
Pick Me Pick Me yea
Im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
im being someone im not
Die die die die with me
because im famous now
Die die die die with me
because i want to be noticed
Pick Me Pick Me yea
Im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
everyone is hollow
Pick me Pick me Yea
If he wanted to,
He would.
At least
That’s what everyone says.
You spend your time
Defending someone
Who never tries
And is never there.
You’re on your knees,
Begging
And pleading
That he visit your house
(It’s what your parents want.)
There’s hope that he will,
But it’s the baseless kind.
There’s no proof that he will,
None that you can find.
He never shows up
To the first birthday he’s with you.
He does last minute plans
And keeps you on edge.
He’s all talk and promise
Which in time you’ll learn
Should never be heard
Because he’ll forget again later.
He tells you that you’ll
Be seeing the new marvel movie.
‘Together’,
He adds, and you smile like crazy.
He goes to the movie,
Alone with his friends.
He’s upset when you go,
With one of your own.
Anger controls him
When you’re with other people,
Jealousy consuming him,
Thinking you’ll leave.
He talks big,
But his vision is small.
He’s all lies
Masked as pretty promises.
He never treated you right,
Not the way you deserved.
You settled for less,
When you should have had more.
His friend took you out
On little dates.
‘Boyfriend by proxy’,
Doing all he should have.
And of course,
He gets mad at that.
He half asses your time,
When you’re giving him every second
And he’s giving you none.
Spends every weekend out,
And it’s never with you.
Then the tables turn
And he’s always in,
Getting upset
When you’re going somewhere.
He becomes controlling,
In a way you don’t see
Because you love him,
You’re blind to all that he is.
He’s nothing like
The person you met,
Which isn’t bad
But it’s not any better.
He doesn’t come visit
Unless it’s in luxury,
Not that he has the funds
To get him that way.
It’s never been you,
But it’s always been him.
When you look back on it now,
You realize what it is.
If he wanted to,
He would.
How true that is.
It just goes to show
He never did,
So did he ever want to?
(No, he did not.)
Was just a young'un in the big band era
But it seems just like yesterday
Listening to Glenn Miller and Tommy Dorsey
Still love it right to this day
Miller's Modernaires, and Dorsey's Pied Pipers
With their smooth harmonic blend
Chattanooga Choo-Choo and The Trolley Song
Brought me so much pleasure no end
Guess I was influenced by my older sisters
Was not even ten at the time
It just goes to show the impact they had made
For those long ago days I still pine
It wasn't until Elvis debuted in fifty-six
When Rock'n Roll took over
The Big Band era came quickly to a halt
And ended it's popular exposure
Don't even know what is popular today
Or even if they've given it a name
Guess I'm just an old guy living in the past
Progress is the name of the game
I have been gone for a while
needed time to regroup
this delectable mixture
this poetry soup
When I am not here
I wonder with query
uplifting comments of Karen Leary
Kristin Reynolds my friend
this is not a wrap
as she weaves you into her poetry trap
Sharon Weimer my sweet
just how are you
she molds you into her poetry stew
Patricia Adams, Heidi Buys and Chitra Lakhera
I hold none closer or who are dearer
Janice Herzog, Carrie Richards, and Christy Hardy
pour in the ingredients of this tasty party
Rhoda Galgani, Elaine George, and Laura Mckenzie
who stir up the words and stir something in me
Sara Lokken, Farah Chamma, Fathima Dawood
so inspiring the ingredients so delicious, so good
Teresita Cailo, Adell Foster and Constance Lafrance
this smorgasbord, so hearty it makes one dance
flavors and seasonings that makes up this group
all the ingredients enhanced by diverse poetry soup
TO THE ONES THAT I MISSED
NOT AN INTENTIONAL SLIGHT
SO MANY TO ADD IN NOT AN
OVERSIGHT IT JUST GOES TO SHOW OF
THE DIVERSITY WITHIN
BECAUSE WRITING UNITES AND ALL
COLORS BLEND
BECAUSE POETRY IS COLOR BLIND
AND WE SHOULD BE AS WELL
MAY WE ALL HAVE A BETTER YEAR
AND LIVE TO TELL THE TALE
It just goes to show that you don’t know what you are talking about.
You log on each and every day to the world.wide.web thinking that you have a clue as to what is going on on this planet.
All the while the enemy is spewing lies at you…
With his deceptive venom and fabricated news stories.
It more like a soap opera where the New World Order is prostituting herself with the nations of the planet.
Soon enough you will get the real scoop though as the Vatican releases its “newly found data” from its telescope called Lucifer.
I wonder what the Vatican is really looking for?
Could it be that she is sleeping with satan too and awaiting his grand arrival in the skies?
It just goes to show that YOU TOO could understand the real truth if the LORD removed the blinders from your eyes.
Spiritual blindness is a condition of sinful living and it can be remedied by sincere repentance and a true devotion to God.
One day very soon the entire world will be faced with a decision.
Will they take the mark of the enemy, satan, or will they surrender their lives to God?
The mark of the beast is a real thing and it is the final straw on the camel’s back.
If you receive this mark you will be forever separated from God.
If you receive this mark you are publicly stating that you swear allegiance to the enemy of God.
You are saying that you trust satan for all of your needs and you deny that JESUS is LORD OF ALL.
Do not take the mark of the beast!
Read the Word of God!
Revelation 13: 16-18 says, “16 And the second beast required all people small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hand or on their forehead, 17 so that no one could buy or sell unless he had the mark — the name of the beast or the number of its name. 18 Here is a call for wisdom: Let the one who has insight calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man, and that number is six hundred sixty-six.…
It just goes that most people don’t know what’s coming at all!
Tears poured out of me like rain today
Written By Dean Masciarelli
November 3, 2010 (5:15pm)
Tears poured out of me like rain today
When I had found out that
my best friends
Mother had passed away
And in that very moment when I found
out about her loss
a numbness and a silence came over me
Because it was so hard for me to accept
that the good Lord had taken her away
So quickly and suddenly
But death has never been
something
that was ever easy for me
And I am almost sure that you feel the same way
When a cherished loved one of yours has passed away
But it just goes to show all of us
That this will inevitably happen to us some day
( God bless you Barbara Smith you will be deeply missed )
What have I wrought
When I bought
That universal translator?
Now alien races contact me
I'm scared of what might
come later...
Abduction for me?
I'm afraid to see
Any more than I do now...
So back to Radio Shack,
The translator I'll repack,
And ask for my money back
I got more than I bargained for
When their code I did crack,
Cause now I know,
It just goes to show...
I know they'll soon attack!
The die have been cast
The cards have been played
I can't reconcile
Decisions I've made
Made out of love
And not out of spite
I won't say I'm sorry
Though I'm feeling contrite
When you were young
I was a god
As you grew older
I was just odd
It just goes to show
What a difference time makes
Your perspective on life
And the wisdom it takes
Just be objective
When considering the facts
Don't judge me too harshly
While grinding your axe
an original poem By "poemdog" Daniel Turner
for all of those times I said" No" and you didn't understand
A young man died and his family cried, they could not understand,
Why he was taken away from them on that day when life seemed ever so grand.
It just goes to show that you’ll never know, what will happen, when, where or how,
But what if you did, would you change things you said, would you put on a different show.
Or would you still be for all eyes to see the person that you always were.
A shoulder to cry on, someone to rely on, someone who was always there.
Someone once said you’re alive til your dead, never a truer word spoken,
But when you die young, songs are unsung and a million hearts become broken
I heard today of someone snatched away, someone who was one of my own
But I was unaware no one seemed to care or think to pick up the phone.
A families bond is supposed to be strong, so strong that it should never break
In times of gladness and even of sadness it’s our duty an effort to make.
An effort I say, it should not be that way it’s much deeper it’s something in built,
To pick up the phone or visit my home then there’s no need for feelings of guilt.
When families lose touch it shouldn’t take much to reunite with one another,
Cousin or nephew, niece, aunty or uncle and sometimes even sister and brother.
You just do not know when it’s your time to go so remember these words don’t forget
Because if you do you may one day too be filled with the deepest regret.
The Rat
The rat sat on the ledge eating some cheese
I said to him " is it Camembert or Lancashire tell me please"
The rat replied "It is creamy and delightful and hits the right keys"
I said "do you play the piano" he said "with consummate ease"
He then had finished his meal and preened himself with his feet and his knees
Then he said "I am a master of the black and white notes passed down from the great Italian rat Vincenzo of Napoli's"
"Shall you play raindrops by Chopin it's my favourite" I said as I laughed and to tease
He said "Of course I will as I can see you are of virtue and I like you to certain degrees"
So I showed him the old piano as he composed himself to play Chopin in the key of C's
The rat was unbelievable and successful in completing the piece so I went to the fridge to find him some cheese
On my return he had gone and left a note saying "It just goes to show that not everything you think is true and you are now one of us who believes"