Best Ladder Poems
I went out walking
In the afternoon
I looked to the sky
What would it be like
Climbing a ladder?
Up into the sky?
I pondered my thought
To climb the ladder
i saw the ladder
It had a banister
I could hold onto
When I climbed it
It gave me3 courage
To climb upward
One step at a time
I saw the dark sky
The stars were shining
I saw the dipper
the moon was huge
I saw planets small
I saw planets large
The clouds different shapes
A rainbow seen
Then my foot slipped
Falling so quickly down
Where would I end up?
Falling in darkness
I was frighted
Landing on the ground
From a dream I woke
The Firemen were ready for their competition, as excitement did abound.
Then in flew Super Dragon, while landing, he mowed his buddies down.
Yep, he had landed tail over appetite, but of course, that they did expect.
As one lassoed him, with the hose, before he again, took the fire truck out.
Those firemen are truly fast thinkers, even when knocked from their feet.
But Dragon is on their team, so they know to expect the worst, you see!
So when Dragon breathed his normal fiery sigh of relief, they knew to…
Throw the usual bucket of water in his face, as they always, normally do!
Then everybody hugged Dragon, as he smiled, a REALLY WHOLE LOT!
For firemen are a special breed, that know how to enjoy the spice of life!
For spice, Dragon gives them, with no exceptions, every blooming time.
Wise, at the Hose Hoist, they let him blow the whistle at the starting line.
When it melted, for the Forcible Entry Event, he was given the bell to chime.
And when he got his head stuck in it… Don’t ask how… We do NOT know!
He was the Victim Rescued, when the Jaws of Life was used, to let him go.
Then they gave him a flag, to use at the finish line… to flag the winner down.
Yep! He was part of their obstacle course, as he tripped, a few, he didn’t intend!
He then became, of course, the Dummy, they carried to that Events final End.
And he was the honored spray target, on the Hose Event, later on my friend!
The Climbing the Ladder with the Hose Event… now seemed easy, in the end.
You see, Dragon being Dragon, simply doesn’t bother them… No! Not at all!
For they’re the He-Men Firemen, Quoting Dragon ‘The BESTEST of them all!’
And as Dr. Seuss says ‘Why fit in… when you were born to stand out.’ And…
‘Watch where you step. For life is a great balancing Act.’
Or ‘You’ll miss the best things if you keep your eyes shut.’
To that, we know, Dragons not to be missed, or he’ll accidentally mow you down!
And just so you’ll know, our Firemen are also, the best Dragon wranglers around.
They stay vigilant, and keep their eyes open, when Dragons’ around. You can bet!
For they’re The Undivided Winners, Definitely the Bestest Firemen- you can get!
Written by Carol Eastman 6-2-2016
There comes a time
Looking back on this life of mine
They say it’s a mid life crisis
It’s more like times oasis
In the mist of memory’s
Some clear some faint
Looks like I’ve not been a complete saint
The ladder of time reaches high
memories locked in the minds eye
Step by step we see the past
Each run the ladder so vast
One or two we need to forget
But often they slip through the net
Keep all memories good and bad
Be Happy not sad
Memory is a snapshot of time
No one can take them
They are all mine.
The gates of heaven cannot be reached unless the ladder of compassion is climbed!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 July 2017
life is a thin ladder its actors climb.
No matter how they climb,
Some will watch other's tails as they follow steps.
You might see another going farther with speed,
But that shouldn't impel the eyes to wake greed.
Instead, watch attentively the finesse of his legs .
Learn and direct your steps.
For when greed wakes, it connives with the mind.
The end result is always 'pull him ' .
The hands implement Greed's dream .
As the hands pull, the legs come to a stand still.
That one whose legs you pull has his hands holding the ladder while you attack.
If you apply force, then you have to pave way for him to move back.
Consequently, you both will retrogress.
Thus switching your mind from success.
So Irrespective of how you pull, he will never be behind you.
Why not wish he moves for you to follow?
When he gets to the peak, just a stretch of his hand will also make you a hero.
Remember whiles some are behind you, others are also at the bottom waiting to climb the ladder.
Time and patience really matter.
So climb higher but don't pull.
For pulling makes you a weak actor not a bull.
Life is a ladder
I come to this little cove often -
no work, I have time to burn.
See Asians plunder its foreshore,
I still fish - show no concern.
Red-bill seagulls fly in circles,
fight over scraps they have won.
Never giving a thought to Icarus
who flew too close to the sun.
Soon a woman wanders over
and asks me what I’ve caught.
I tell her nothing yet but “you’d
be a great catch” I thought.
I know the swallows smirk at me,
my appearance they detest.
I cast my line and ignore them
(or at least I do my best).
Things start spinning in my head
like what it’s like to drown.
Did King Neptune sit on a throne
and did he wear a crown?
I come alone to this place often
to remember and reflect.
A place of beauty and meaning,
a place where I can forget.
Written: 1992
———
Ladder Bay is a sheltered cove in
the northern beaches of Auckland
New Zealand not too far from my
home in the East Coast Bays.
I seek a ladder to a place in the sky
A ladder that would take me to the top of the world
I would look down and no one would see
What I would see from the top of the world
O wouldn’t it be grand to be up so high
To see everyone but no one see me
Forever alone and forever free
I with myself and myself with me
©Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.
I'm the livest survivalest
Some say I did it to death.
I feel like I'm taking my first breaths,
on this blessed quest.
Down south it's heating up.
Fire is burning.
With this knowledge I'm striving so much hire.
Prepared to earn more than ten armies require.
I'm the flyest, wildest, livest, survivalest.
Several times the devil tried to buy this.
He might as well call it quits.
This country boy aint selling it.
The ladder of hope.
I could float to the top,
Alone on these tears of promise.
Forget Osama and Obama,
we don't need no more drama.
Slinging these stones,
if definitely crippling,
its got me questioning
everything...
From all lifes lessons
Good, better, bestest
Every piece is the one
that will carry me the restest.
Far from settling.
Even when I'm at the top
I will continue my quest
for a higher notch
Between now and then
forward progress will never stop.
not till I take that
six foot drop
Persistently, persuing, perfection.
Never let it rest,
Till your good is better,
and your better is your bestest.
I'm the flyest, wildest, livest, survivalest
several times the devil tried to buy this
he might as well call it quits
cause I'm not selling it.
Enjoying the little things in life.
Always thankful for what I've got.
Never worried bout what's not
when he calls I'll be in the perfect spot.
Always's grateful, but my searching hasn't quite stopped.
Hurrying, but not rushing.
Rung after rung...
Mind racing, steadily pacing, my way,
rung after rung...
Feet shuffling, honestly hustling, positively bustling,
from time to time,
Shucking and jiving, persistently striving, and climbing my way
back to the top.
Rung after rung, rung after rung...
I
Had
Once
Wrote
That I
Climbed
A ladder.
With each
Step up, the
Rungs turned
Into tree limbs
Made for squirrels.
My sprightly arms
And legs transformed
Into wrought iron wings.
I perched to take to the air
Like the glorious albatross,
But the weight tugged and
Thwarted a new freedom
From the physical world.
I’m only a nonfictional
Descendant from man,
Descending a ladder
One actual rung at
A time. With no
Help, alas from
A premature
Fantasy that
Will make
Me want
To keep
Going
Up.
Its every person for himself, step on & step up kind of world.
That is what we are are taught, at the thought our lips become curled.
At first until it hurts, until we see that there is no remorse for the weak.
The concept grows stronger with every lash on the cheek.
Burning through our veins as we feel it seep.
Silence is golden, like syrup bitter sweet.
Survival of the fittest its you or its me.These are the values we to begin to teach.
We throw our morals & standards so far beyond our reach.
No thank you my humanity and my sanity that goes along with all of it i would like to keep.
Climbing up the ladder, stepping on those i used to dream with, nah.... that price seems a little steep
No rest for the wicked, shutting your eyes the guilt begins to creep.
I would rather rest my head, gaily counting little baked sheep.
I will keep spreading the love , i shall reap what i have sown.
And then gladly smoke what i have grown.
Blowing your concepts up in smoke.
You try to explain but you choke.
On the things that you have done.
Just to be the one on the power end of the gun.
It doesn't matter in the end you will be who you are , who you were that's it!
Not who you could have been or should have been. No! only who you are! No ****!
So even if you wanted to break free from the routined tendency.
Just try to stop or alter the cycle of destiny.
You couldn't, wouldn't step out of your pretentious power trip comfort zone.
No you wouldn't blaze it up and blow it out like a cyclone.
Double clutch over your shoulder.
Tell yourself its because you are a soldier.
Pfffftt okay! You carry on with the way it seems you do you these days.
We all know each game has its players and their set of ways.
So you carry on with your step on step up double standard.
I will just fluff the humble in my coat and shy away from slander.
Two sides of a coin, positive to negative its contemporary.
We are who we are who we are ,meant to be! It is all part of the bigger picture, so puff puff pass its only temporary!
Blue tunnel glimmers where dome meets the ray
in cadence of lulled sleep, its final veil...
the flight grows misty in a blooming sway
as my soul climbs the ladder of bright trail;
where heaven’s portal dips in moonlit spray...
Awed by Mother Mary’s grace, I exhale
whispered prayers and sighs, for all deeds wrong,
then twice, thrice, harps release a lilting song.
First touch of kisses glints like winding sparks
I reach for Mom and Dad’s arms, gently mauve,
beside them, my brothers crowned by night larks
while we stride on a rainbow high above...
Then comes my school mate, queen of loud remarks,
embracing peace to thank our Enlightened Dove.
O timeless realm where sweet harmony dwells,
breaths of oneness chime for God’s final spells.
Dated 11/27/2015
Contest by Laura Urbanaik
I Went To Heaven~ 10 syl count per line
By nette onclaud
Avarice breeds contempt,
disrupting equilibrium.
Forgotten graces; haughty imps jubilate,
keenly listening, memorializing news
of people quietly receding.
Slippery transgressions ultimately vanquish wiles.
X-out yawning Zacchaeus.
With your sweet kisses
The ladder of love constructed
Bliss’s heaven I reached!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 July 2015
I was just walking around and spotted a golden ladder.
People walking past it, a swarm of people are under it
Yelling up at people, cheering loud when anyone falls down
Some fall and are slightly bruised, some aren't so lucky
Some charge right back up while others walk away sobbing.
As I walked closer, this ladder seems wider at the bottom
And narrows the higher it gets towards the top.
Using binoculars, I saw people climbing up and down it.
I even see some climbers kicking others down
As they climb and take their place like a rat race.
Racing up fast to get a bite of the cheese.
Some are taking their time, others are dashing.
The crowd underneath are cheering for those to fall
I walked closer, a few people looked scared
Desiring to be successful, but fearful to fall
So they never try, they become one with the crowd
The scornful, the haters, and the ones whom fallen.
So I touched the bar, instantly the boos began
Telling me that I am worthless, I will never succeed.
I touched the next bar, feeling hands on my feet
Feeling jealousy and envy by others under me.
I've just started this journey, I climbed higher
Trying to grab the arms of those that are falling.
The top of the ladder is so high that I can't see it
But I know that it's there, there has to be a ceiling.
And what's beyond the ceiling, who really knows?
I hear rumors of prestige, riches, luxury,
Honor, power, but is it really a myth?
As I climb, the crowd throws rocks at the climbers
Helping them to lose their grips and fall off.
The more I climb, the more callous is on my palms
My arms growing sorer, feet sweaty,
Head dizzy, fears increasing, scared to fall
Second guessing the desire to climb this ladder
But at the end, is it really worth it?
Climbing up the ladder of success.
Contrary to today's psychology
Enk Shuss majored in Anthropology
Though not very practical
Anthro proved quite tactical
Enk's the new head of Criminology