Best Leave It To Me Poems
THE EIFFEL TOWER
In the city of light their aspire
Was to build to a climax higher
Gustave Eiffel you see
Said just leave it to me
I can satisfy all your desire
Monsieur Eiffel seen with affection
By Dames de Paris for perfection
Of his manner de Gaul
Mais plus ca most of all
For his grand magnifique **ection
21 April 2020
What's left of the crumbs, leave it to me.
His cries tore my ailing eardrums, my skin as blue as the calm of country nights
Then I sank under the mud of the battlefield, My heart sank like the stars of the raging galaxy, My wet hair and the mirror watching my majestic body, Save me under the scorching sun, Then it forms a roof of emeralds, And the bright lights of the stars blind my brown eyes, Then the moon caresses my soul, Loneliness gnaws at my chest, Where we? Do you even understand my words when I write to you? Or do you see it as beautiful to complicate the meanings?
My perfection blinded your accumulated heart with the fading colors of autumn
You were my dream, and I was your excuse, and your lips were wine, and I was addicted. So can I have another cup for this night?
My hair dances in the morning breeze, then I mention your name sprinkled with lilies of the valley, or iris, or a mixture of roses for touching you, in my dark fantasies under the veil of violet twilight, then you captivate me with the sparkle of your eyes, will you allow me to look at it hesitantly like a silent symphony?
Then I go and jump between the leaves of the sacred tree
and drink the nectar of dew drops as if it were from heaven
It’s time, its here, it’s that time of year
Time for chocolate eggs and a bunny
But look deeper in and ask, is it a sin?
For many do trivialise with a hat that is funny.
The deeper meaning behind, is getting harder to find
Why chocalte eggs are given and eaten just now.
Is there a glut of them? Is there a chocolate laying hen?
Or a chocolate factory that's owning a cow.
Is there a golden rabbit? Did somebody bag it?
This is one thing I do not know.
But what it means to me, is not hard to see
The size of the egg or the rabbit is for show.
As I don't like chocolate bunnies or eggs
I am out to rescue the bunny, hen and cow
But what to do when the rescue is through
I will put on my thinking cap just now
When they are free You can leave it to me
I will find something new to do with them.
As for Easter this year, you need have no fear
The animals will soon all be free
To stop them being abused
And to keep me amused
No clue to the killer of the Easter bunny….
it’s me.
© 21/03/2013
Come with me to the lost and found
Come with me, RIGHT AWAY!
For there is something you have lost
Oh, find it now, TODAY!
Come with me, dear, and hold my hand
There's no time to delay
If we don't find the LOVE you lost
Your heart will go astray
Leave it to me, inquiries
I know just what to say
We're looking for this man's lost LOVE
the one he did betray
For yes, it is your Love for me
You lost along the way
So to the Lost and Found we go
Hold tight, dear, do not stray!!!
Oh, here it is, your poor lost LOVE
My HEART you used for play
So please, dear, pick it right back up
Or there'll be hell to pay!!!
Eileen Manassian
Days of rain bring me great pain close to the Great Depression stuck inside looking out a window guessing if the rain will stop cause the suns coming back out but it's still raining on days like this I have nothing to do but complaining grumpiness takes over so then I really walk around with bold shoulders waiting for someone to test me they know I'm fast cause of slap-boxing and when I'm mad no human can stop me I go beyond ten I feel like the hulk but on the south side of raleigh fully of anger asking someone to try me I cause I don't wanna talk I just want the violence let's skip to te action people tell me Jordan chill you acting kinda childish well let me be a child bish all these emotions and I can't even go skating someone has to take them and I don't hit females cause I'm a real man but I could name a few who isn't like my father and my homie Philip both of y'all niggas are some bitches scared to hit a man so ya scary asses hit women if you ask me if a man hit a women they should be put in the ring with someone just as mean but do it professionally see if they can fight back then I bet they would fold and give in hoping for forgiveness but leave it to me first blood is when it's finish y'all should stay tuned cause this is just the beginning
Years ago at home sick with a cough,
My Mother made chicken soup for me.
After lunch she would turn the radio off,
And let me watch TV.
I recall one of my favorite shows,
About a small boy named: The Beaver.
I curious name I suppose,
Their parents Ward and June Cleaver.
He had an older brother named Wally,
Who always knew the truth.
The show presented 50’s life, ‘By Golly,’
Which seemed just like my own youth.
Beaver would always get in a mess,
Or some crazy predicament.
Wally would then make him confess,
To their father in embarrassment.
In many ways I could relate,
As I have an older brother too.
Because when I made a mistake,
My brother always knew what to do.
I sometimes would break a light,
Or damage one of my dad’s tools.
My brother would say it’s alright,
And seemed to know all the rules.
When “Leave it to Beaver” is done,
I always revisit my childhood.
Such a special age, had so much fun,
And the true value of brotherhood.
By: Greg Stanley
On the show, “Leave it to Beaver”
For Michael’s “Old TV Show” contest
Political Chicanery
By Franklin Price
8/20/1015
Political chicanery
Are spoken words I say
Slightly bending of the truth
Is the politician's way
If uttered words can scrambled be
To turn the meaning 'round
I think I can quite manage
To pound them in the ground
Excuse me while I practice
Take time to coalesce
I haven't done a thing at all
For which I must confess
Contrarily I did it all
Made everything so good
Made no missteps along the way
Did everything I should
No one ever helped me
Bipartisan with my foes
Confronted every problem
From my head down to my toes
Everywhere I fixed it all
Made everything first rate
Now my run for President
Brings my stumping to your state
Give me your nod when voting
I'll guarantee you won't regret
I'll continue fixing everything
Leave it to me and do not fret
I'll always be there for you
You'll never be alone
You know I'll do the best for you
As I rule you from my throne
I’ve got a flat tyre.
Congratulations, hope you’ll both be very happy.
Can you fix it?
Are you going to a fancy dress party?
I’m getting married, Sherlock.
Wow, kept that quiet, who’s the poor sod.
Nigel, and I’m in a bit of a rush, so if you don’t mind.
Leave it to me, that’s what us ex’s are for. You wearing a Basque under that dress.
Is that any of your business.
Just making the usual ex’s conversation, don’t lose the garter.
Yes, it is traditional, now can you get a move on.
Can’t get the wheel off, but not to worry I’ll drive you there, wherever there is.
It’s the registry office.
Okay jump in, where’s the honeymoon.
Skegness.
You’re joking, it’s freezing in Skeggy at this time of year.
His mum died there, so it’s a sort of goodbye.
So he’s a mummy’s boy then.
He’s not a mummy’s boy, it’s just a nice thing to do.
Do you want me to walk you down the aisle?
Why the hell would I want you to walk me down the aisle, plus, there isn’t an aisle.
Just the thing ex’s do for the one they love.
Don’t you start, just get me there?
Okay, but don’t cry when I start crying.
Piss off.
Four hours later, the phone rings.
Could you come and get me?
What do you mean come and get you, you’re married?
He’s brought his mum into the bedroom.
Well you did say he’s a mummy’s boy, so he carries her ashes about, think it as something old.
She isn’t in ash form.
Jesus, tell me he didn’t get her stuffed.
She isn’t dead.
This is brilliant, only you could get married into the Münster family, send me the photos, so I can show them to the guys down the pub.
You just get down here and pick me up, this is an emergency.
Oh! I don’t know, I’m sort of liking this marriage of yours, it’s slightly weird, but in a good way.
Do you want to see what I’m wearing under this dress?
That is blackmail, will mummy in law approve of this kind of talk.
Last time, do you want to see what I’m wearing.
Bombing up the motorway as we speak.
Write an invitation, send it to your friends
“Everyone please come, one and all…
We are going to party, have some fun.”
Include a little note with these lines…
“Leave off the gifts, I don’t want them
Leave off the fancy dresses too”
Please come over just as you are
All I need is your smiling face.
RSVP if you can, and don’t delay
Tell me if you’re bringing a friend.
You really don’t want to miss this one!
Leave it to me to supply the food.
Ice to put in glasses, and chests to
Keep the beer cold. There will be
Even cola, and bottled water too.
There’ll be wine, and also mixed drinks.
Help yourself to dip and chips, and
Even shrimp and little sandwiches.
Rumaki is always a special treat.
Enough food to sink a battleship!
Stand up and dance the calories off!
Never say you are too old to dance;
Old people know how to have fun!
Think of when we once were young
Overdoing too much food and drink.
Most bodies would hurt the next day
OH, but we did have a ball!
Remember how we stayed up all night?
Raise a glass to those who didn’t make it!
One more drink, a song or two, and
We’ll party like there’s no tomorrow!
On my bed is a colorful quilt,
Not hand-made – it came from the store.
Each morning I lay it out, always the same;
It’s so simple, it’s not like a chore.
It has to be facing the way that I like,
Connecting green squares on the top.
The sides must be even and thus all around,
It will hang with the perfect-length drop.
The pillows are fluffed, each one touching the next,
And are topped with a match-the-quilt sham.
If you enter the room and expect something less,
Then you really don’t know who I am.
Unless – and it is an occurrence so rare,
There must be a good explanation –
My husband has made the bed, then you will note
It seems lacking in coordination.
The top of the quilt’s where the bottom should be;
The pillows are huddled behind it.
The shams block the headboard and there is my spouse,
Never suspecting I’d mind it.
To him, it looks great, though of course not the same,
But he claims he was being inventive;
While I like things to be just the way that I like –
I admit that I’m ****-retentive.
How you’re wired determines your preferences here;
I’m fanatic ‘bout how my bed’s looking.
So I told my husband, just leave it to me,
And stick to your forte, the cooking!
He was my fairytale
But he said "it was a lie"
I made a lot of mistakes
But he said " it's just a life"
I was so young and free
I was rookie in love
He said that "I should stay still
I will always be above"
But then
You said me "Go", I'm still enough
close to your cold and broken heart
Tears that are falling from my eyes
are able to break the useless ice
Whatever it is, just leave it to me
I'll be with you, just wait and see
Future is near, forget about past
Life's awesome, don't be aghast
He was my fairytale
But he said "it was a lie"
I made a lot of mistakes
But he said " it's just a life"
I was so young and free
Memories were bright but then
He proved that it was a game
There was no feeling, just pretence
Sound the sirens, tell them to bring oxygen in their company
I'm overdosing on apathy, forcefully devouring justified anger
Sound the alarm, I'm just a volcano waiting to blow
I can't bury my head in sleep
the world has ordered all beds made of steel
my head full of lead
a magnet to the floor but a consistent bell nailed to the door
I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!
In the monologue I've written for myself
the phrase that protrudes the most
yet the ears it needs to pierce
go on about their day while I bear the brunt of my words
in my blistered littered feet
shackles on my ankles
if they didn't want me to walk, they've been better off
taking a butcher knife to the shins
so I'd never talk again
but leave it to me to call it all my fault
embrace the flaws, force a smile
say I understand when I may
still not excusing the fact
that it's been my face on target they've been shooting darts at
numbering the days 'till I leave
If I go down, I'm going down in handcuffs
It's been four months shy of a year
sound the sirens cause I'm throwing merchandise
sound the sirens cause I'm knocking over shelves
sound the sirens cause I'm shouting 'till my lungs collapse from aggravation
call the ambulance, call the ambulance, CALL THE AMBULANCE!
I've caught the case of American Blues
I've caught the case of Ambulance Anxiety
because I can't excuse how this corporate society plan
has me by the throat, a death grip
I could transform into a masked vigilante
in full bat-like attire, fight my way out but beneath the mask
I'd be the same villain I'm fighting against
so who am I really fighting
Corporations or poverty?
Don't listen to me, don't take this to heart
who am I kidding
just raise your fist in agreement
if you're suffering from the Ambulance Anxiety of American Blues
an employee who's just had enough of their job too
It was a cold and dreary Christmas Eve,
the snow was deep so I couldn’t leave.
I was feeling sad and a little down,
most of my folks don’t live in town.
I thought that maybe I could drive to see them,
without a snowmobile that would be a big problem!
If there is a will, there is certainly a way,
perhaps I can see them by Christmas day.
I decided to turn on the television set,
There is nothing good on tonight I bet.
I turned to a Christmas movie for a minute,
it was so realistic that I felt I was in it.
I was feeling tired and was fading away,
I heard Santa outside with his reindeer and sleigh.
I got out of my seat and opened my door,
it was an amazing sight that I couldn’t ignore.
Standing before me was old Saint Nick,
he looked like the Santa Claus from the Christmas flick.
He gestured to me with his apple red cheeks,
To convince folks of this would surely take weeks!
He said, “hop in my sleigh and we’ll ride out of here,
Just leave it to me and my trusty reindeer.”
I hopped in his sleigh and off we went,
I kept telling Santa he was heaven sent.
He dropped me off at my parents' place,
happiness was written all over my face.
I woke up from what was apparently a dream,
I was still at my apartment you see what I mean?
If this were true, it would be hard to believe,
but this still turned out to be “a memorable Christmas Eve.”
Slowing down
inside
slowly
Whirling wheels
spokes run backwards
Stillness still
repels
Imagination still
tells stories
draining fuel cells
Rearrange
what matters
on the open top
of time
Wasting it
contradicts
the flywheel in my mind
But it’s slowing
and the only fear left standing
may be of wheels
rolling on again
Stress thorn.
Your smile
successfully
beguiles
a victim
willingly impaled
struggling weakly
to escape
runs it deeper
till it fades
and leaves a lasting scar
What was that for?
Perhaps I understand
love’s power
a little more
So blind
this mind
cannot retain a fraction
of the truth explained
So light my way
Spirit at my side
Leave it to me, you say
and I’ll try
No hero me only in my dreams
A pleasant night out
Coast walk with my lady
People mesmerised and all just looking
Watching a boat drifting onto the rocks
Somebody must be doing something
Boat striking hitting the rocks
Nobody doing anything
Spineless bastards go on! Come on!
Don’t leave it to me!
A long clamber down to the rocks
Wishing on the way down it will all go away
Why me! No not me!
Boat still there hull knocking against the rocks
A man viewed inside collapsed drunk or ill
Come on help! a fisherman looks at me blank
Engine still running keeping the boat against the rocks
A straddle over the gunnels I’m too old for all this shi*te!
Aboard and there seen collapsed a large man
With all my strength I can’t get him over the hull
Either I get him out in the next few moments or I’m off
A shout out in my loudest voice
“F*ucking come on get up or we’re both going to f*uckin die!!”
In time he responds and I push him over the side
Like a sack of potatoes falling on the rocks below
But he’s not dead and neither am I
Let me go,go now please!
Walking past the police now arrived they just stare
A climb back to the promenade
A beer in the bar there I cried
My Lady thought I just went to look like the rest
Near to death maybe a foolish risk of life
For what!