Best Led Poems
I could see the virus approaching so why couldn't he?
But he had to keep investors happy and save the economy
On his watch people in their thousands, died needlessly
The U.K. had a spiralling death rate, a preventable tragedy.
He didn't listen to the top scientists, they have said so
I hope he doesn't try and deny it and say he didn't know
Care home residents from hospitals sent home to die
A ring of steel around the vulnerable, seems that was a lie.
Denials and lies seems to be a politicians stock in trade
Many have looked on in horror at the decisions he's made
Lockdowns were implemented but sadly too late
While the virus was spreading at an alarming rate.
He said " no more lockdowns, let the bodies pile high"
His advisor said he said it and of course he'll deny
The Bereaved Families for Justice, want a public enquiry
A waste of taxpayers money because he governs with impunity.
He stood in his doorway clapping with a smile on his face
What he offered the NHS 'heroes' is nothing short of a disgrace
They were offered a paltry rise of a measly one percent
Many put themselves at risk and are now struggling to pay rent.
These pandemics are nothing new and this one won't be the last
It's a shame that he and other leaders didn't learn from the past
Politicians are sparse with the truth, and they often deceive
But please make up your own mind on who you want to believe.
Written on 25th May 2021.
Down through the thicket,
Over and across the forest bend,
A tail sways, as the wind lifts leaves
of red and yellow.
Aside a pond kissed with moss,
we take a long walk on a clear day,
crawdads and minnows astir.
With hind quarters stiffly creaking forward,
he pants and sniffs at vibrant life
before stopping to rest and regain.
At the edge of the lake,
he laps the fresh water,
his fur glistening, hot to the touch.
Back home, he gets a warm bath,
the fragrance of his fur calling to mind memories
of previous days.
And as he sleeps, that labrador of love
on four legs, I am thankful for the
leash-led life.
For so long you’ve been hiding from me in seclusion
Wise Muse, I must gasp as I make an intrusion
I know your plan was to lead me to such splendor
Now I inhale a spiritual transfusion
While struggling in a world of carnal illusion
I needed to accept grace for absolution
Stone mountains, yellow flowers and a cool, clear lake
Have led me to ponder thoughts of adoration
There are times when the world’s harshness cuts like a knife
We lose too many moments focusing on strife
Above those azure skies, our Savior smiles down
And leads us to an Eden of eternal life
Inspiration now flows through my pen thanks to You
In this serene outpost, my spirits will renew
Natural beauty is one of Your greatest gifts
The dawn of a blessed new age may now ensue
*Entry for John Freeman's "Rubaiyat Form" contest
I WAS LED TO LEAD
Icicles of lead
Snowflakes of steel
The wind a gasp of liquid loss
From every branch hung clear spears of yesterday’s mighty weather
A reminder
An appointment with the truth
No scarf could keep me warm as I walked and wandered away
Puddles awaiting ice to be
And quilted jackets were not much protection at all
I continued to stroll with blood red cheeks and lips cracked and chapped as well
I came upon an icicle whose voice only I could hear
As it refused to drip, to grow thinner or to melt
A steadfast ice cube for Mother Nature’s rum and coke
and a line or two wouldn't hurt
Stoic was the snow and the ice wouldn’t say a word
No one to stroll the Streets of sleet to seek a secret sauce
An oblique, opaque frost of frozen memories mixed with minutes of monotony and a
wolf fanged wind with an axe of frigidness
And yet that one icicle stayed it’s place on a branch of births and deaths
Then came down hail of concrete and stones from the sky as each cloud began to
bleed
And some bodies were frozen in place
A horrid day with horrid weather and a horrid date with a “come hither” from heroin,
sweat and the intestines of regret
And by the way, icicles forged of lead never melt
(c) 2011.
Led by the way of Grace,
even though trials we'll face;
we faithfully run this race.
He led her
to a place of stature
holy cow
DOPE LED ME HERE TO BOAST ABOUT THE HOLY HOST
I was there when at first you were enraptured
But me, God and The Holy Ghost knew you were captured
I was the only one who tried desperately to teach you
However my arms are far too short to reach you
So go ahead and shoot the s**t
I don’t mind it even a little bit
But don’t come to me when your skin is crawling
Or when the source of your habit is calling
Don’t ask me to end your painful sweat
Because you need a lesson you’ll never forget
You have to see what it feels like when you stop
Because every time the powder told you to hop you’d hop
Everyone knew I was once like you but I got smart
And I was there when your savior told you not to start
You can begin by being beautiful and rich with greed
But soon your veins will cry out for what they need
They require what Jesus advised you not to try
When I was the only one who gave a damn if you were to die
The Son Of Man begged me to beg you to please say “no”
But you were enraptured and then captured with no whereto go
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Led-Foot Grannie
Led-foot Grannie she's on the loose
was going fast she hit a goose
cop couldn't keep up
he ran over pup
Gran was driving fast like caboose.
Nov. 14,2015
Theresa
And the cemetery was
quite and intensely sullen;
a damp breeze blew
anticipating a cool rain...
an open gate led to a chapel.
Two marble angels stood
by the Gothic bronze door,
their looks were too somber;
and walking in I saw candles
burning beneath white skulls
stacked in piles like bricks.
The smell of wax from
the dripping candles
was of a different scent;
the brass cross gleamed
casting a shadow on
the oval floor made
of yellow and green
tiles resembling a mosaic.
Looking around, I discovered
more skulls on wooden shelves,
these had imprinted names
and looked down on the incognito
ones in self-pity and sadness.
I wondered why of such
a massive grave of skulls
without skeletons; a weird
sensation penetrated my
body getting steady chills.
I glanced across the opposite
wall and spotted a memorial
plaque with the deplorable words
" The final rest of decapitated
men who rose against
their king who washed
his hands in their blood. "
Horror and disgust pierced
my being, I reacted to
that appalling sign rushing
out of the darkening chapel;
and stepping outside of
that flickering chamber,
the crispiness of the morning
air filled my lungs with relief.
Limerick : Once a lone House Dog led a dog’s life
Once a lone House Dog led a dog’s life
Always wondered about life with wife
Day and night heard House gripe
Master duck Mistress swipe
Happy his kids grew up sans his wife!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Liberty
propelled by love
leads heart to choose
truth and right midst faith’s might
surmounting doubts, vanquishing fears
conquering selfishness of pride’s dominion
toward joy, worth sharing not kept to be cherished alone.
Love-led liberty
devoid of selfishness
while caring for others
drives ransomed soul
to reach-out along mercy and grace
braced through the Lord's hand of goodness
making possible faith-performance, against vain freedom show.
* Galatians 5:1 Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.
March 18, 2021
Edited on April 15, 2021
2nd place, "The Poet's Hands Are Tied" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann; judged on 6/27/2021.
As the sun sets
A hot wind like this
Does not belong in downtown Lansing
But here it is
Speed-boating down the Grand River grinning and wearing Ray-Bans
My wife and I
We hold down our pouncing bouncing patio table
At the Waterfront Bar and Grill
As if we were airborne soldiers just landed
But still attached and tangled
To our thumping jumping parachutes
Strings of lightbulbs clattering like teeth above us
Hung from under the Friday night tent
96 degrees even as the day sinks to evening.
The river converts to beer and shots of whiskey.
The catfish are buzzed and jump for joy.
The four member rock band is amped up
With the addition of a mandolin
And plays the entire second side in order
From Led Zeppelin III
But replacing at the end Hats Off (To Roy Harper)
With Hey Hey What Can I Do? as one big set.
Who does that?
We notice there are well-known bartenders
Playing hooky from working anymore
At the drab and deadly chain restaurants
Back in the townships.
We should all follow their lead
And go on strike right now from the boredom of life
Everyone everywhere
Just quit and sit along the Grand River in this sparkling city
But the lead guitarist
He drinks his beers as fast as the crowd
And the bass guitarist tilts her instrument
Vertical to her shoulder
A mother soothing her baby’s back
Swaying her hips in melodic circles
While the drummer and the piano player try to catch up
On beat
So we sing along
Implanting our hands in the dough of air.
Jimmy Page is here.
Sitting alone.
Dressed in black.
Sipping from a tall glass of orange juice.
It’s too hot for flies
So lightning bugs twinkle to the sticky bottoms
Of emptied beer pitchers
Flickering on the table tops
To the night’s finale of Whole Lotta Love
Mixed at the end with Baba O’Riley.
Who does that?
All night
A friendly man at the table next to me
A union bus driver
Who bragged he’d worked enough overtime all year
To take PTO for the entire summer
Flicks his hand against my shoulder
(The same shoulder that has Melanoma growing on it)
Every time the band strikes the first chords
To another rare Zep
With the same look of
Can you believe it?
Apparently, I must have the same look.
Whispers from lips as innocent as brush fire, dance with these words, they're mine to lead with.
Spin me around, dip me, into your Desires. Your demand is to be followed, yet my compliance will lead the way.
Grace in that moment, power in the next, your hand leaves my waist and leads by choreographed restraint.
In my hair, around my neck, the hushed demand to follow what's next. To remain obedient in this number, if I fall out of step, the desire to succeed will appear, red marks a reminisce. Counts to remind you who's steps your dancing.
Tilted chin, eyes up for direction, parted lips, betraying hidden longings of acquisition.
Direction is given, these steps are traced, repeated for good measure, replaced with pleasure.
This song is new, whispers of suggestion follow the chorus.
I'll let you lead, I'll be the good debutante, hold me under your control, while I melt into your every direction.
But must we remember, this number is mine, I chose to dance.
OF THEE I WING
Certain people claim that I am free
Ain’t that a god damned gas?
I assure you that being as un-free as me
Is a predominate pain in the a*s
It ain’t right
Restricting my flight
And I’ll tell you who I hold responsible for having grounded my wings
I blame people like you
Who pluck my proudest and strongest feathers
One by one
So I may never again near the sun
Every feather gone with yet another lock and key
Yes, I blame you
For hindering me
You not only block my path
You block the sun
The orb this bird is never, once again to near
I fear
And the pertinent fact is predicated on a predictable preponderance of the evidence
And the fact is that I bother no one when I take to flight
Too long, for you, before the day was dissolved by night
As if waiting fifteen or twenty minutes will avoid some horrid accident of fate
So guard well that path of quarried slate
And make sure to lock that gate
Yeah yeah, I know all about it
I’m wrong in some capacity
Well you can talk ad infinitude
But I will always question your veracity
And remember, you can’t be decidedly deafened whenever a bluebird sings
And thank you very much for wounding my once wondrous wings!
© 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~
When old memories come flooding back
that lay dormant like the sands,
when yesterday's youth comes racing back
as if to make one final stand...
One lasting blow for freedom's sake
one earth-resounding bow,
when all the world seems right again
in an endless, timeless now...
When yesteryears forgotten faces
emerge from deep, dark blue
and all the lost, forgotten places
suddenly shine anew...
When faded pages from the past
(The Book of Life grown narrow)
suddenly reappear like angels
dancing in moon-light shadows.
And those you thought long dead and gone
have arisen from the tides
of your own heart, mind, body and soul
leaving you kneeling, reeling, feeling sublime.
And the world within is a calming wind
Filled with cotton candy clouds
Because you found the essence
Of a life well lived, one day, some way, somehow.
Take heart old man it's all been planned
by you and for no other.
Do not regret the life you've led
and memories yet uncovered.