Best Lid Poems
An ordinary rectangular wooden mirrored lid, paint-chipped and worn,
sits in my bathroom, the mirrored part having gotten spotted over time.
I often hold it up in front of me, faced away from the bathroom mirror
to check my hair and clothing from behind.
Sometimes I take it in my gym bag to check myself after workouts.
Other times it has served as a receptacle for small items such as pins or pencils.
The remnants of two gold latches, flattened now and a bit rusty,
prove that this common lid was once attached to something else;
it was a lovely jewelry box, for which the mirror served a definite purpose.
When the box was open, the mirror, upright, reflected a tiny ballerina
dancing on a center platform to the tinkle of a pretty tune.
No one would guess the sweet scene this old mirror once reflected
nor the many childhood treasures its lid covered, so why do I still hang on to it?
However ordinary it is today, this mirror inside a bulky lid gives me some small comfort. . . .
If I try, I can almost recall the times I opened the precious box beneath it
to see a ballerina twirl, accompanied by that sweet music from my youth.
Radical Rantings
ants and flys in my fresh soup
strain it out with love
I've worn many types of headgear
since I was a little kid.
Mostly Golf and Baseball caps,
no matter what I did,
I guess I always wore a "Lid"!
But of all the "Lids" I ever wore,
my favorite - I'll exclaim,
was the Helmet I wore in Viet Nam,
no matter how annoying it became.
It was my favorite just the same.
Trump Flipping His Lid
My Today Forward Day By Day
emphasized God's grace. Is my
writing poems and posting them
on Poetry Soup an act of grace?
Here goes. You can start laughing
now if you want to.
Trump would gripe about our hype
Regarding him and each stereotype
His collisions with plans and decisions
How he wants to make many revisions.
Question marks grew bigger and bigger
And out Trump is impossible to figure
So some say that what he finally did
Was for grand finale' flip his lousy lid.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
You are somebody I want to stay.
I will go crazy if you go away.
Nobody had a bigger impact than you did.
If you leave me now, I will flip my lid.
As the late Bogie said, "Here's looking at you, kid".
inspired by another member's poem
If you are reading this you are most likely alive.
a poem reader…….
a contemporary……….
I prefer reading poems from hearts still beating
words with organic life
with love still alight or bitterly lost
from parents who still kiss fresh bruises
verses written by hands still warm.
I can inquire the meaning of cryptic symbols
praise well turned words
describe my appreciation of a moving verse.
The poem lives with the breathing poet
as current as the damp saliva of a fresh kiss.
Dusty classics have their value,
but the cobwebs of old ideas grow cumbersome.
The time comes when the thees, thous, and wherefores must cease.
Like archaic relics of books never checked out of the library,
or old grave markers misunderstood by the new culture.
I’ll choose the present day poets over their grandfathers.
Forward to future poems, not yet penned, I anticipate
written for today, to carry forward to the future.
Please excuse the irony.……
If, you come across this poem…..after I am dead!
we will flip our lid
hearing that we have COVID
of want to get rid
Keep the Lid On
There is no reason to throw away years of progress for a momentary,
fit of anger,
you will not obtain a profit from rioting in the street,
Do not play into the hands who would like to turn the situation,
to their means,
and roll good laws retrograde.
Keep the lid on for your own good as well,
I have no snake oil to sell,
acting in your own interest keeps your freedom free.
So far you have shown great restraint,
that's more than I can say for the Memphis police,
indictments have been made the guilty will pay.
a time for calm and reason © 10 mins ago, Terence Cummings Smith justice
It’s an interesting thing that little children do,
Catching fireflies in a jar not thinking it through.
They cover the jar and tighten the jar lid,
Placing it in the bookcase from mother it’s hid.
Tucked in their beds in a very dark room,
The tiny lights dancing as if to a tune.
Then slowly one by one the lights go out,
It wasn’t a good idea, of this I don’t doubt.
Author Eileen Clark 2022
Don't close the lid on our love
The good Lord told me, from up above
That if I treat you right,
You’ll forgive me tonight
So baby don't close the lid on our love.
I've done some things that I'm not proud of
But when push comes to shove,
I know I’m losing your love
And we both know, that’s not what I want
So baby don't close the lid on our love.
Don't close the lid on our love
The good Lord told me, from up above
That if I treat you right,
You’ll forgive me tonight
So baby don't close the lid on our love.
You say you’re leaving today,
I’m begging, please baby stay,
I’ll do whatever you say
So baby don't close the lid on our love.
You will see if you cut me some slack
And if you leave the lid open a crack
I promise, I'll find my way back
Just don't close the lid on our love.
Don't close the lid on our love
The good Lord told me, from up above
That if I treat you right,
You’ll forgive me tonight,
So baby don’t close the lid on our love.
I tell you this promise anit fake,
A real effort, I'm going to make
And if you close it, my hearts going to break,
So baby don't close the lid on our love.
Don't close the lid on our love
The good Lord told me, from up above
That if I treat you right,
You’ll forgive me tonight,
So baby don't close the lid on our love.
Please don't close the lid on our
Don't close the lid,
Baby don't close the lid on our love.
God Never Likes Flipping His Lid
Why could there be cesspool of ridicule
And like people who are always a fool
Which way should they all start slaving
To find way to stop their misbehaving.
Where you start is most important of all
There could be chips and how they fall
That also may be related to which way
They land and how much you did pray.
Some say don't try cutting your life short
Or an assigned mission by God ever abort
Even though custom of time it may be
You will find yourself far from reality.
Course started should be in a straight line
Regardless if yours may cross over mine
Faster and faster seem to have gone
Hope we won't have to crash head on.
But as usual together were butting heads
While counting our fears along with dreads
What we each have done God did forbid
Patiently He never likes flipping His lid.
This world so filled with its madness
it seems to press a self-destruct button
such is mankind's depth of sin
so it's goodness sums up to nothing
God declares any righteousness of man
is to His eyes just filthy rags indeed
for the Lord God demands only perfection
leaving mankind lost only to plead
Pleading for freedom from their sin
looking for a saviour to be their salvation
to find peace in their troubled heart
only a perfect sacrifice for a redemption
From heaven comes a certain hope
Jesus the God-man brings peace
taking man's sin on himself totally
then God's peace shall never cease
This is perfect love simply supreme
God's peace lies deep in the heart
bursting through man's ultimate madness
so God gives man a brand new start
It’s been a hard day but there’s no laws to say
That I can’t settle down with a gin
Late night R & R with an hour of TV
And then I will maybe turn in
The gin… that was easy, just spin that screw cap
Then tip up the bottle and pour
But what freaking demon has screwed G & T
It never was this hard before
This flaming recycling nonsense is mad
With screw caps that won’t separate
The cap and the bottle do not come apart
And boy does it make me irate
A one handed action to top up my glass
To sparkle and fizz as I sip
But that is no more because some lunatic
Decided he’d give me some gyp
Brute force is required to crack that first seal
But the cap simply won’t unattach
It sits in the flow and it will not let go
As it acts like a half open hatch
So now I need one hand to angle the bottle
Another to hold back the cap
It’s driving me nuts, I just want to relax
So much for this net zero crap
My bottle of tonic is sat in the cooler
But I settle down in my seat
The medics are worried about a big rise
In folk drinking alcohol neat.
Dasher was reluctant, and in a bad mood anyway
So, he let Santa try to push him, out of his way
Santa gave an elongated sigh as he pushed him up snow.
But Dasher weighs five hundred and two and refused to go.
What will I do with you? Santa asked his reindeer, the lead.
He might have to appoint another animal as North Pole steed.
I guess I will invite Vixen to be my new favorite, Santa said.
This made Dasher angrier; his cheeks turned pinkish red.
Prancer and Dancer were laughing at the situation at hand.
Rudolph was giddy, dancing to a Mexican tequila band.
Dasher ran off, showing his backside with a sassy flip.
Making Santa yell out “bleepy gleepy creepy gyp blip!”
heard God would forbid
have to close the commode lid
this is what we did