Best Lead In Poems
We walk in the ocean against the tide.
We hold on tightly to survive the ride.
This life is not easy
This love not in vain
We try to walk closer
We try to sustain
There are times when our hold breaks
And one of us will fall.
But the other stands near wanting and waiting to answer their lovers call.
The sun comes out briefly through the dark gloomy skies.
We know it won't last but our hope never dies.
This is a rough road that we lead in life.
But there'll never be a day
I regret being your Wife!
M. So Mike I hear you've been gone?
MH. Why yes I have!
M. Why the absence?
MH. I just needed some time to clear my head.
M. That should have taken no more than a couple minutes
MH. Ahhh...no, I was gone a couple weeks. I was going to stay out a month but this site is so addictive! I'm sure our listening audience can attest to that!
M. Audience? No ones listening to this...
MH. But you said...
M. Me?
MH. Yes you said when we were talking that I was going to be on the radio.
M. Dude your me...
MH. I know!
M. Your blowing my mind here...Can we just get on with this?
MH. Sure...What I was trying to do was really just find myself.
M. Find yourself...were your lost?
MH. No just needed to try and do away with some of the junk in my life.
M. I'm starting to wonder if I'm you then why is this the first time I'm hearing about it.
MH. That is odd isn't it..
M. Almost as odd as interviewing yourself.
MH. Almost
M. So any good poems written while you were gone?
MH. To tell the truth I couldn't stop writing...If they're any good only time will tell.
M. How do you think the interview is going so far? Am I doing alright? Asking the tough questions?
MH. I think your the best...That's why I only let me interview myself!
M. Speaking of interviews I've got another one scheduled I really need to run...
MH. Really? With who?
M. Oh it's you but you the World Famous Nuclear Physicist!
MH. But I'm not a...
M. Hey...It's what we call in journalism as a lead in...makes them want more.
MH. But I'm...
M. Don't worry, we'll make something up...
MH. We always do...
M. Ain't THAT the truth!
MH. Shall we do it over lunch?
M. Sounds good...you buying?
Form:
Beautiful music
Caress my neck softly
Hold my body close to yours
Tempt these sweet chord progressions
Acoustic desired freestyle
Finger my frets with delicate touches
Mother of pearl inlays sweat
Bend my vibrating strings
Crank my volume knob high
Sliding capos moan
Play lead in poetic rifts
Soundhole oozes sensual melodies
Gouging pickguard’s scars
Tune me in the key of love
Strum me hard…
Let’s make beautiful music together
From my guitar’s point of view. : )
Love
A sting of devotion
It's wild emotion and smiles
It's being so caught up in the moment
Wind lifts up caution, your guard down for miles
You can't sleep, you can't eat, you can't stop to concentrate
You're constantly lost in your thoughts and perpetually running late
The world is still wildly spinning but for you it's stopped, until one day the bubble
of all bubbles does pop. Did I forget to mention you're young? About sweet sixteen now
Your heart is so gentle and just learning how, to hold hope. When suddenly it does a number on you
The butterfly feeling sinks lead in your soul and your stomach turns over in a sickened
death roll. You feel like you're trapped in a water filled cave, you must get
out quick if your life you will save. You push and scratch while your
heart you snatch back. Run with the wind at your heels!
So scared to look back so you shout out, attack
with uncommon inflection and zeal
This wild emotion and pain
A sting risen shame
Hate
On the streets of lively Mumbai,
Close to the sandy Juhu,
They serve Chaat and Masala Chai,
To make your heart go Yoohooo!!
The English, Locals and Arabs!
Jews, Africans and Chinese!
Gather to the aroma of the herbs,
And to relish the Indian Cuisine!
Vending stalls have lined the route,
As the natives and tourists wander in,
Flanked by cycles, bikes and touts,
Amidst the music and the din.
This mela of colours and clothing,
Will make a rainbow look white,
travellers in town need updating,
And wear colours that are bright!
It is dusk, and it is getting dark,
the street lights are coming on,
Be warned of strangers in the park!
Hide your wallet, or they will be gone!
Watch the trash, the puddles at feet,
And the stray dogs at your shin,
At every shop a smiling greet,
“Try our food! Please step in!”
Unique, unique is this ensemble,
On the streets of sweet Mumbai,
Where petty human irks crumble,
In the stream of gastronomic joy!
See the Mexican laugh with the Texan,
Over the Goan seafood platter,
Even the Arab and Jew have taken,
A place at the table together!
The leaders at the United Nations,
Who have failed to make a deal,
Must learn from this congregation,
How problems are solved at a meal!
UN policies, treaties at the table,
Have had no effect on peace,
But sandy Juhu is ever so stable,
For people eat and mix with ease!
Let these vendors in Mumbai, Juhu,
Take the lead in creating the peace,
Let their Chai make you go Yoohoo,
And hatred in the world will cease!!
On the streets of lively Mumbai,
Close to the sandy Juhu,
They serve Chaat and Masala Chai,
To make your heart go Yoohooo!!
Sing me the song of the seventh moon
That orbits the planet of Tralaloon.
Where plants and animals might be the same,
The only way to tell is to ask them their name.
The animal’s names all start with a “C”
Like Curt or Carl or Cuallabee.
Which helps the inhabitants to keep everything straight
When the kids get together and they want to date.
Because plant names it seems all begin with an “S”
Or sometimes a “C” but that leads to a mess.
Because it would only ever be the soft “C” sound,
So names like Cyril or Cindy and Circle abound.
But when their names are written down on a list,
Sometimes that nuance of pronunciation gets missed.
And the havoc created in this situation,
Has lead in the past to deflowered vegetation.
The older ones tell them to remain separated,
While the youngsters think it’s more fun integrated.
Does any good happen when the two of them mix?
We must put an end to these unnatural tricks?
But to the wise old elders the youth will not stoop,
That’s why the young were gathered and put into soup.
And while the loss of the young could be viewed as regrettable
They did make a delicious blend of animal and vegetable.
So listen to your elders, they know what they’re doing,
Or take care to be sure that it’s not you they’ll be stewing.
Going 80
In a 50 zone
Cruising along
Singing my song
I like this beat
Lets crank it loud
Driving this road
Losing the load
I've got the wheel
Mic in my hand
The spot light is mine
Lead in the band
Whats that flashing?
Its the man
The man with the ticket
Saw him last week
In the 30 zone
When I took a stop
With a skip and a hop
No one was coming
And the music was good
Too late to down gear
Lights in the mirror
I've got the wheel
Mic in my hand
Spot light is mine
The head of the band
But theres a flashing
An uniformed man
Man with a ticket
Pulled to the side
A quieter tone
Swelling the blues
Hey, nothing to lose
He gives a grin
Says to slow down
A warning for you
I like the song too
You take the wheel
I've played the hand
Spot light all yours
The head of the band
Keep an eye on the rear
For the man in the mirror
Man with the ticket
HIPPOCAMPUS SADDLED IN DAYDREAMS
Hippocampus saddled in the vast sea, one of God’s superimposed dreams.
In miniature form these seahorses be, an aquatic burst of genius it seems.
Hippocampus in old Flossie form, spotted from the Scottish shores.
A frightful nightmare, not the norm, thus shiver in my corporeal core.
If mermaids had thighs to tighten around their bony scales,
would that they be fight’n where the shipshape sailor fails.
Seducing sirens hiss upon the sea monster’s back with songs that rage
to lead in armageddon attack, to place mankind in a flaming cage.
4/20/2018
Julia Ward’s Seahorses
Church Lady Cat was a formidable, skinny, ugly wrinkly old crazy thing.
Never showed a smile, and certainly did not cheerfully hymn-sing.
We saw her at church, and knew she would come and get the money.
No man in town had ever called this old prissy baby or honey.
Blue eyed hag had a meanness that only arrives in the lap of skinny.
So homely, many of us made jokes that she could probably whinny.
She wore a padded bar under her lacy blouse and I pointed it out.
Brother let out a not-for-church stupid horrific dumb brother shout.
Mother gave us both a mean unmotherly look that meant “now be nice!”
In the sixties, she did not have to give us that look more than twice!
Church Lady Cat’s clothes were made of drapery material I swear.
Doubt she had anything but lead in her undersized kitty underwear.
Wore a purple hat with the cluster of marshmallow baubles of pink.
She was a blue eyed woman, who never walked with a slink.
She had dainty ivory gloves that covered most of her skin.
If they had covered her scrawny face, it would have been more of a win.
I thought she was the weirdest craziest person at church for sure.
Then I got a job at the grocery store, and met her other side, demure.
She was helpful and kind, and made me feel at home, became a friend.
Now I get in fights daily to defend her. Yes, sir. I will fight you to the end!
I folded my umbrella after the rain stopped
the little beads of water formed crystals
on the golden leaves of autumn laying on the ground
I put away my parasol and shook the water off
I really enjoy walking in the rain I get a good feeling
when the weather begins to chill giving the air a brisk coolness
I snuggle in my warm coat to enjoy the warmth of my body
it strengthens my senses
Coming alive from their summer hibernating lair they stimulate
I love autumn
to me it’s the best time of the year
I remember smells that foretell great celebrations to come
Glorious feasts up ahead with great expectations
are the best lead in to the holidays before winter
all wonderful pointing to the end of national turmoil
and the end of uncertainty, the end of doubt and a worrisome future
Happy endings are not always made on a Hollywood stage
people have a lot to do with creating happiness
happiness is there for the taking
if the spirit is willing and mindfully conscious of the alternative
Keep smiling, be happy
the alternative stinks
tomorrow will always be with us
so will sorrow but only if we give in to it perpetually
We are human and resilient
we can smile even laugh at adversity
we can even write songs to bad times
golden autumn leaves with beads of water give me hope.
OLD FOLKS ARE WORTH A FORTUNE
Old folks are worth A fortune
With silver in their hair, gold in
Their teeth, stones in their kidneys,
Lead in their feet and gas in their stomachs
I have become more social the passing
Of the years. I’m seeing five gentlemen every day
As soon as I wake, will forever help me
Get out of bed, Then I go to the John.
Then Charley Horse come along and when he leave
Arthur Rites shows up and stays the day,
He doesn’t stay in one place he likes to take me.
From joint to joint, after A busy day I’m glad to go to bed
With Ben Gay
My Minister said I needed to think of the hereafter
I told him I do all the time if I’m in the basement-
upstairs or in the kitchen- I ask myself “Now, What
am I here after
BY: Adella Jackson MY MOTHER
My Dream India
In the India of my dreams,
All are with Toys and Ice-Creams.
Every Dad can fulfil his family needs,
And kids will make us happy with their deeds.
After reaching Mars, we'll go after another galaxy,
Ahead in alternate energy or urban radio taxi.
Education and food for all is the Target,
We lead in peace keeping, not to forget.
Make in India and made in India will boost economy,
May it be social networking or the field of astronomy.
All major CEO are from my India,
world is becoming fond of Saree and Bindiya.
It's the only conclusion of my story,
That India will be in the Zenith of glory.
By: Indra B Chhetri
From shore to shore coast to coast
We’re the nation with the most
The most of what well lets just see
We lead in infidelity
We lead in sin that is for sure
Pay on Sunday is the cure
I think about our Countries plight
Seems like we have lost all sight
We’re founded in the name of God
Best not be the lightening rod
When lightening strikes it is no joke
Some bears weren’t meant to poke
We poke God every single day
Have no doubt that we will pay
We can’t just mold and bend his word
Expect our prayers to be heard
Forgive me Lord for I have sinned
Words cast out unto the wind
It’s best to live the words you pray
Walking the walk as they say
The Lord gives he can take away
Listen to these words I say
Like monkeys swinging from the trees
We keep doing as we please
One day across our Savanna
Yes, we have no bananas
My punch line is, "Yes, we have no bananas."
All I can say is I tried.
Life is full of many important decisions my son
Each decision is a step closer to your future
Every step could lead in many directions, as a man, you must choose one
Do not decide your path on others convictions, examine your own beliefs first
There is nothing worst than betraying ones self; consequences are grave, believe me son, it hurts
Walk the path that you choose; sometimes the path gets a little rough and very steep
Be mindful and learn from all setbacks, this builds character; for all our actions we must reap
Stay focused on your prize, remain smart and be aggressive in your endeavors
Remain humble but celebrate your accomplishments; those memories will last forever
Continue to set and achieve goals; do not become content with the present
Contention precipitates laziness, your hunger is subdued and eventually severed
Become a strong, positive, productive and an intellectual man
Set the example for your children; this will be a difficult task but do the best you can
Mistakes are common in life son; be responsible and rectify each and every situation
Lord willing, I am preempting one, by maintaining father and son communication
Jesus Is The Only Way to Heaven!
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
As people travel from all kinds of directions.
The directions for some seem easy to find.
Many follow what has entered their mind.
Some are looking for an “easy way out.”
And are often confused what life is all about.
Some are looking for a “peaceful atonement.”
As they try to prepare for life’s final moments.
Many religions clam they have the answer.
As people “swing” to the beat of the “dancer.”
There’s an answer to life’s chaos and confusion.
The Bible provides an answer and a solution.
It reminds us of a narrow road to heaven’s gate.
We must get on it now! Before it’s too late!
Jesus is the only way for mankind to enter in!
It’s only through HIM that true life begins!
It’s only through HIM, that you can reach heaven’s portal.
Only through him, will your name be in heaven’s journal!
All of life’s best intentions can lead in disaster.
If you bypass Jesus, as your life’s going “faster.”
Won’t you make a commitment to Christ the king?
And allow him to be the lord of everything?
Won’t you take the narrow road, less traveled?
Before your life becomes tangled and unraveled?
The decision is yours... Please don’t be late!
Jesus is waiting for you! For heaven’s sake!
By Jim Pemberton 10/06/14 Read John 14:6