Best Jackets Poems
Angel on your shoulder
Whispers in you ear
The things you need to hear
Does a voice from the outside
Ring true?
People all have advice
Who do you listen to?
In those final moments
Will you know?
Will you believe the final
Sacrament or will you turn away?
I need to know
I need to understand
What makes you think
Can you ignore the man?
Is it a lie?
A trick on religion
Or just a way to justify
Denial.
Like the cacti that bloom in the desert
We only get one chance at beauty
Is it a swirling plastic bag in the corner?
Caught up with some leaves
A hand that we cannot perceive carries that lifeless form
Yellow jackets burn my eyes
Swarming to blind the truth
Why does God make it so hard?
To see the truth
Are we all living a lie?
They hover around parked vehicles
Looking just like an evil wasp
Make sure you’re back in time
Or you’ll find out to your cost
A black and yellow summons
will be stuck to your windscreen
And when you see the parking fine
No doubt you’ll want to scream
So when you’re busy shopping
Don’t be tempted to browse or linger
And if you've obtained parking ticket
Don’t show them your middle finger!
Written after seeing a parking warden slap fines on 2 cars
8/6/18
They fly around our streets in packs
We see them lurking almost every day
Don’t misjudge them in time or place
Or there will be more than hell to pay
Their beady eyes don’t miss a trick
Yellow jackets hover like pesky flies
One minute late and they will sting
The fine will be paid in painful cries
Arrive at your car in plenty of time
Don’t get there with a second to spare
Your car is marked, and they will swoop
Those yellow jackets make people swear!
Inspired after seeing two parking wardens in our village today.
(In the UK the traffic wardens wear black and yellow jackets)
08-31-17
thought for today --
a ten milligram bee
with ten pound stingers
long live the yellow jacket
(A string of haiku)
Yellow army staff
their music for pain is drone
strings if one provokes
bullet proof jacket
hard black helmet covered head
hangout colony
Note:- Yellow Jacket is a wasp.
The two yellow jackets lazily lay
Upon the chilled turnip leaf
This November autumnial day
Waiting to be warmed in the noon day sun
Maybe they're in love hoping above hope
To be spared many eggs somewhere to lay
New life to come next spring_ summer in scope
Sometimes yellow jackets mix in raked hay
Where their nest was disturbed on a fall eve
By tractors with blades that cut luscious grass
Then are caught in spinning baler in weave
That makes them so mad they come out fighting
Two yellow jackets lazily lay waiting
Glad there is a chance for them this day_mating
Red caps, red jackets,
walkers, wheelchairs on parade.
Vets board Honor Flight.
Contest: Bite-Size Poem No.45
Contest Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Shots fired in a peaceful town,
Another bloody morning.
At the hands of misspent youth,
No one heeded the warning.
A crimson corpse in the wake,
Under shadows of dismay.
The victim of the shooter...
An innocent child at play.
Tear stained eyes will welcome,
A new Angel in Heaven.
Taken from both parent's arms,
Dead at the age of seven.
How much more can we endure,
Of the murders by our sons?
How many more bullets spent,
For the cost of freedom's guns?
Where Are My Winter Jackets?
It's freezing cold here,
Where are my winter jackets?
It's snowing out there,
Where are my winter jackets?
The golden sun is gone on a leave,
Where are my winter jackets?
The walk paths are narrowly paved,
Where are my winter jackets?
The leafy plants are heaped with ice,
Where are my winter jackets?
The village well is frozen,
Where are my winter jackets?
The pond at the farm stead is glaced with blocks,
Where are my winter jackets?
The cacti are barely seen,
Where are my winter jackets?
Ants and hovering insects are gone out of sight,
Where are my winter jackets?
Flying birds cuddle in thicker nests,
Where are my winter jackets?
Eskimos peep out of their igloos with wide grins,
Where are my winter jackets?
Penguins parade on the sea shores,
Where are my winter jackets?
In a friendly city,Shoreview,Minnesota,in cottages,residents hide,
Where are my winter jackets?
On the busy streets of Queens,New York,buying et selling,mild,
Where are my winter jackets?
And clearly, I see winter is here,
Where are my winter jackets?
i was chosen for the next moon landing
and my co-passengers arrived at the meeting
in lightweight space suits
but i wore my black leather jacket
to show my contempt for space
i speak to anyone in similar attire
in supermarket queues i've jumped
to tell a co-customer i like that
the world beard and moustache championships were postponed
due to the covid-19 pandemic
tailored jackets are in
and jacket potatoes are overrated
can't wear a fedora 'til your seventies; i
am the Fonz jumping sharks on water skis
in my leather jacket
but i'll tell you who's not cool -
the flapjack octopus
i took the kids to a magic show
i wore it there;
to show my contempt for fun
Yellow jacket blows in the breeze
Boatswains mates guide with expertise
By Robb A. Kopp
Everybody should wear life jackets when they're on boats.
If people fall out without them, they will not float.
If they fall out without them, they could drown.
Their loved ones will be miserable if they're no longer around.
Many people love to go out on boats to fish.
If they all wore life jackets, I'd get my wish.
They offer no rope nor traction.
Following a prolonged icy tongue-blast
a slow slide into the greasy crevasse
where lie, soul stiffening white jackets.
There seems to be infinite oceans of infinite critics-
vast deserts without an oasis of empathy.
Powers that be will steal the last of the cherries
leaving mountains of bluish pits and pluming death.
Drunk clowns are juggling our happiness
squirting flowers filled with ink and lye
to cloak the last bastions of gilded sanity
and poison all the goodness in our lives.
So, what are the children of silence to do?
Sit in their blackness and lick a sticky candy dish...
Surrender the ghost of a million, to a appease a few.
or come out swinging in the light-with fiery fists.
Everything is covered with ice today
Freezing rain has come our way
Nature’s growth wearing jackets, but cold
Flooding on the way, I am told
Jumping raindrops land in puddles on the ground
Brittle branches are hanging all around
Thoughts so fragile stir in the mind
Seeking warmth and dreams to find
Heidi Sands
12/21/18
Mine was black, yours was blue
An little unspoken between just us two
What did it mean? Perhaps not that much
But I do like the fact that we share things as such
Small things, of which there are more than a few
For example, ILU, which means "I Love You"
How much you may ask? Well I'll say I do
What once was an inkling since then grew and grew