Best Itself Poems
~words reflect ripples
~across a pond of dreaming
~syllables falter
~ ukiyo wabi-sabi
~ a thought feather floating down
~ haiku writes itself
For a little poem I do perform
A depth defying feat.
By all accounts I do seem shallow
Upon a surface read.
But before that N/A switch is flicked,
Let me percolate;
What once was shallow, when you dive in,
Becomes a spring fed lake.
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Date Created: 03/07/2019
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Today is all we need worry about
Tomorrow will take care of itself
Yesterday is gone, no changing that
Good advice for our mental health
So many factors can influence us
And create a mood we can't hide
Being strong in the face of adversity
Shows strength of character inside
The news of the day is ugly at best
Depressing as world news can be
It can make or break the kind of day
So ignore it and set your heart free
Intestinal fortitude is what we need
Nothing more extraordinary than that
To face head on the challenges to come
Move forward, let nothing distract
Before closing I feel I must add
It's in everyone's power to succeed
Intestinal fortitude and a strong desire
Once you have planted the seed
Today is all we need worry to about
Tomorrow will take care of itself
Tolerance by itself not a virtue,
Nor is acceptance,
As they generally come with poor eyesight,
No insight,
Are hard of hearing,
And tend to be motivated by fear.
The good news is that,
We still have patience and understanding,
To turn to.
There are abilities that we can call on too,
That can help us understand,
How to truly help,
How to truly Love,
How to work towards a peace,
That will last,
One that is not based on fear,
One that any heart that is open can find.
You make light, and pretend,
unable to defend
a girl, home each weekend,
all by herself.
You're easily depressed
and feelings get suppressed:
placing thoughts not expressed,
on a bookshelf.
When one feels sad inside;
fantasies get denied,
and hopes and doubts collide;
fooling oneself.
Anxieties begin
to attack you, wherein
your dreams wither within:
blaming yourself.
You think love doesn't exist,
even though friends insist
that if you'd but persist,
it'll show itself.
You were a little creation in lifes making
Which sadly has left my heart on the breaking.
A grandchild created not to live on this earth
At least in heaven youve given this ctuel world wide berth.
And i can only imagine what your life could have been
In imagination of what onlu my thoughts now are seen.
Born into thos world but without lige or breath
Already an angel in heaven, already gone to your death.
I wont ever forget you even though life didnt become
A part of the future with me or your family in years to succumb.
Kust the size of my palm when you into the world appeared
A picture to of perfection & beauty kept from a world to be feared.
Copyright © Anna Sabrina Tate | Year Posted 2016
Love is in the air
One can tell by the fields of clover
That adorns the hillside
The scent of jasmine, the taste of honey
We only need stop and observe
All the many wonders of the world
To realize how much we have to be thankful for
The soft warm breeze of a summer morning
The snow that covers the trees and rooftops
Like a cozy warm blanket
Curling up with a good book on a rainy day
A puppy who's over-the-top happy
To see you when you return home
A symphony by Mozart caressing your ears
The purring of a kitten
The shimmering sunlight on the lake
The first robin of spring
All these things and many many more
Make us realize what a wonderful place
This old world is and will always be
Love is life itself!
You would think at this ripe old age of eight-six
Love and romance would no longer be foremost in my thoughts
Well that is so very far from the truth, it's laughable
This is what I had envisioned when I was a much younger lad
Always thought love would be much less important to me
How wrong could one be... it is more important than ever
Love never leaves us... we can still smell the fields of flowers
Still revel in the sunshine of a warm summer day
Love is everywhere we look
It is on the faces of everyone we pass on the street
Some are harder than others to decipher but it's there
The trials of life can mask it but if you dig deep enough
Love is at the core of everything we do and say
All we need do is recognize it and it will be ours
Love is life itself
what is truth~
when every voice sounds the same
who remembers truth
apples.
Fruit for thought!
Science say's there is no Magic,
But Science itself is a Magic,
Which showed the world way towards Logic,
Who invented Science?, Well that's not something reveal,
But the inventions that Science have brought up is a very big deal,
There are two phase of a coin,but Science have three,
Physics , Biology and Chemistry,
All about the Motions,
About the Gravity,
About Sound,
And how can we miss the Wonders of Light,
Which we learned in Physics.
What is Digestion,Circulation,Reproduction and Respiration,
Classes of animals,birds,fishes etc are the analogy,
Done by Biology.
Then comes the last phase,
Which has all the chemicals inside it,
Acids and also the Base,
It is very interesting to study,
As its the best part of Science, known as Chemistry.
Science have brought up many great inventions,
All these inventions are next to Magic,
Then why do Science say, there is No Magic?
When, ''Science Itself is a Magic''
POETRY FOR POETS
(wrote itself without my consent- edition)
You know when you start a poem with a specific idea of how it will look and read. Then as the words flow onto the page the poem takes on it's own life and meaning. Well this is one of those, a poem that wrote itself, I'm sure not going to claim responsibility for it, it's not funny at all!
Poetry
more organic than fertilizer
rooted in the **** of life
manure
flourishes
with moderate watering
but grows ragged and wild
intoxication
withers
with chemical pesticides
intended to eliminate the competition
defoliation
Poetry
more organic than fertilizer
lovingly tendered by life
blossoms
Titanium,
Strong mental minded, behind it
Looking for the lost and found, but can't find it.
Sharp energy intense, timed it
No one can see the future - I guess we’re all blinded.
Strong like gorilla, softer than blue, skys above your head sunny afternoon.
Delicate delight, delicious every bite big appetite appetizer for 2.
July, june, the order doesn’t matter after laughing so hard 3 ribs shatter through.
May I join you?
Actually, I have to go,
I can tell you only see the surface - alligator nose.
Warm hearts and chilly toes,
mild mannered mannequins minding their own business in business windows,
hot fashion, eyes froze.
Ah, if you insist, then I suppose
I'll have to take you UP on everything that grows.
We rose from the dirt - with beauty through battles
To win a war where victory is life itself.
The untold story writes itself
And hides from seeing eyes, just like itself
no one can witness when existence, fights itself
Because with death, comes birth, to life itself.
No winners
No losers
No champions
No heroes
...just life
Always adapting
Mutation miracles
Beautiful biology
Complex chemistry
Elegant elements
Unfathomable Universe
Sandbox fun, sandy hands holding ham sandwiches saran wrapped and packed tight tucked beside the ice and pink lemonade.
Sunshine, windy day...so windy the umbrella we brought almost blew away
And found a new place to stay with clouds grey.
Did you remember to think of me?
I forgot to think of you
I was too busy with the feelings I get, being in love with you.
If you only needed one, I’d offer you two,
It’s better to be safe than sorry, and feeling safe is what I want for you.
And if you wanted to, i’d probably want to, too,
Cause making you smile, is all, I ever want to do.
I’m the worst singer in the world, but here, I wrote a song for you,
Your voice is music to my ears, so this, is long overdue.
Ah-hah ahem - give me a second
Actually on second thought - let love be the orchestra,
Just read these words whenever your concerned
And the sounds of violin strings will bring you back where your supposed ta.
Hmm...too cheesy? I know, please don’t tease me,
Even my teeth are sensitive, and bright lights make me queasy.
Hey, no worries, let’s grab a quesadilla
Then have a race to see-uh
Who’s the fastest land animal, who invited the cheetah?
In a land far away, in a time not so far past.
A recession came and the people were poor.
The middle class had lost everything,
The bankers and the rich owned them,
Taking their homes and letting them starve,
Interest, the signature, soul sold, bought.
Marx had come onto the scene and Blavatasky.
Ideas, revolt, change, power to the people.
Crush the bankers and the rich: take their wealth.
Feed the people, empower the ordinary man.
One man came forward, a painter, an artist.
Lead the revolution, a powerful orator.
Hate the rich, hate the evil bankers and business owners.
Free market, competition, trickle down economics, died.
The new key word: Socialism. Steal from the rich to feed the people.
His name was Hitler, loved by the people. Kill the rich.
The rich were the Jews, their religion is designed to accumulate wealth.
No love, no artists, conformity, conservatives, defending their wealth.
Team up with the western capitalists, demonize socialism.
Capitalists start war with socialists. Rationalize, demonize.
The capitalists and the Jews vs the people of Germany.
Germany kills the Jews, just a few, not six million.
Don’t believe the lies of the capitalists.
The final solution, kill the rich, French Revolution.
It will happen again, same story, different time and place.
Modern bankers, Wall street, corporations, raped the people.
The middle class is dying, and our future is already coming.
On some English grass
On a piece of land forever England
Warriors of the realm
Take holy orders, on their Fathers grave
To defend the honour of their local pub
For this is the noble art of Sunday league Football
The crowds bay for blood
Shouts of foul and blind as a bat
The decision absurd
The referee a drunkard
Shouts of bar steward,
And your mothers questionable character
Cleaned up for posterity
The game goes on
Frank, the winger another yellow card
Another fine, I fear he will be barred
Groans for Bill a night watchman by trade
I think he’s a blade (Sheffield United supporter)
But not a very good keeper I’m afraid
Then there’s the striker
Super king Jack, 40 a day and a cough to match
Will need a penalty to score in this match
What about ken, a beer belly full back,
Rarely runs for fear of a heart attack
And slugger the centre half
Likes to break legs,
And still the only guy to sup a half a keg
Smooth talking tommy pulls birds on the six yard line
Greased black hair, and knobbly knees to match
Still Skill is not this team’s forte, for we are Britain’s
Taking part is our religion
Lost another game two nil
But won three two at fighting, brill
Bottom of the league
Fines galore
First Aid in the pub
A good drink after
Enemies in the field, but forever friends in laughter.
That’s Sunday football league
Home to the wife
And Sunday dinner, roast beef and Yorkshire pud
Another bottle of bud
Feet up, settee calls
Dreams of Wembley, and Sheffield Wednesday
Not a bad life for this Yorkshire clan
Here in Sheffield where football began.