Best Liveable Poems
Words,
too many words,
superfluous and useless.
They bind you in a swirling vortex,
drown you in inconsequential thoughtlessness.
Oh for a few moments of supreme silence,
in some secluded space,
where you might not even hear
the wayward wind comes and goes.
A quiet nook, devoid of insane noise,
You then can walk with God.
For even when He became man,
He looked for silent places,
high up on the lofty mountain tops.
So my sinful superficial soul aspires
for that empty sound of the suburb soul,
a liveable lullaby of paradoxical peace,
where the warring world is shut out
There I will find a small cosy corner
where I can meet and talk to God,
my rendezvous with my beloved Lord.
Every time I remembered a tiny fraction of
Mathematics, there would always be some
Monstrous mathematical computation waiting
To fight me. Yeah, math was the worse BULLY.
THOUSANDS more steps a few formulars, obliaques,
Diagonals, parallelograms.
Often times my mind would just come apart at the
Seams. I thought I might as well day dream.
No way out!! There was definitely shame to my
Aim.
I haven't even memorized the amount of coins in
My pocket!!
I had the CURSE.
I had it worse!
At first I thought it was only I with such a
Deep seeded rebellion toward math.
Then I searched the room and found
Vacant stares.
There was definitely a LUMP IN MY SLUMP.
I didn't want to share my AGGRAVATION.
I WAS thoroughly RUNNING diagonals
Straight into a brick wall of MATHEMATICAL
PHOBIA.
Other wise this doesn't add up at all. Time
And time I assured myself I had mastered it.
This wasn't the confusing
UNIVERSE I thought , thousands of
Confusing steps anticipated my arrival.
There I was DESTINED for a mathless liveable LIFE.
I had concluded it wasn't my cue.
It simply wasn't one of my values.
Now, I stand.
With VALUABLE VALOR.
YES, A SAVORY BRAVERY
MY mathlessness.
A mathless WORLD OF MY OWN.
MY LAST MATHEMATICAL. THOUGHT
I MIGHT NOT BE ALONE, I AM NOT
ONE BUT MORE!!
The best writters write about what they know
So i was told or so the story goes
So what better then to write about than one's very own family and lasting memories
So let me start by saying this is neither a good or happy one to tell
And to this day still leaves a bitter taste and so many questions left unanswered
And is about or revolves around the treatment of my grandad by his only son
My Mum is one of 2 children 7 year's older than her younger brother Thomas
Who used to visit his daughter lisa
regularly who lived right next door adjacent to his childhood home
And when seeing him pulling up the smile upon my granddad face as he used to think our Thomas will be calling in to see us when he is done only to be replaced by pain and embarrassment when he cruely drove away
People used to say and it was widely thought or known in jest that i was my granddads favorite
But i knew that sadly wasn't true and
my place when he looked right through me and nothing i could do say could reconcile his broken heart
Luckily my Mum came home to live and look after her father and nursed him until the day he died when he eventually called in
The prodigal son then returned with will in hand
to take over proceedings from here on in
Better late than never i suppose ?
Oh yeah that's right
Sorry that phrase does not apply
in this case
As to why you let him die or go to his
grave without explaing ?
What exactly he could have done so wrong
to have had such a bitter vindictive son ?
Just how cruel and careless can 1 human be to another
than not to afford them 1 single moment of your precious time
No final word no venting no getting off your chest
no restitution no absolution
You used to go out with his best friend for a pint
to the pub for a drink but never invited him
And told your sister upon her arrival back to look after him
you can come and stay with us you can't stay with him his house is not liveable in
You through whom i ended up buying and owning the deeds to your family home because that you grew up in as a child
because you valued money and wanted your share and half
Who you eventually came to realize that which you prize
I now own i will never sell back to thee
Because what you did to my granddad your father was
genuinely unforgivable
Depression I hate my life
I feel trapped
stuck in the rut
trapped in lifes decay
you do not need to stay that way
you do not need to stay
change
change can be hard
your life is rapt with other people
yet you can change
a little girl stuck in a boarding school
you do not need to feel trapped
Education is your key to success
embrace the future find your dream
life will not always be that boarding school
education opens doors to life
It takes just three months training
to become a personal care assistant
and gain a liveable wage
from there, it's only three years training
To become a nurse
and the world opens to you
with the skills of a nurse
you can work anywhere in the world
With the skills of a nurse
you can travel around the world
getting jobs in different countries
I'm not saying that you must become a nurse
that is only one path to success
you could become a Doctor
our Doctor takes one months holiday to travel
once every three months
I'm not saying you must become a doctor
you could become any thing you want
success comes with education
the doors to freedom are opened to you
only waiting for you to build a plan
you do not need to feel trapped in life
no matter who you are you can change
my husband won't let me work
I feel to stupid to learn
skip out the back jack
go make a new plan Stan
life is full of change
I would not stay in a relationship
of violence
I would not stay in a relationship
where I felt trapped
people are there to help you
you can change
don't allow yourself to feel stupid
education improves the mind
study more, learn more
and build yourself the road
the path to over come stupidity
is the path of building knowledge
people learn fast
people learn slow
but all people can learn
to gain a path and grow
He never liked "Bob" - now a success
So Robert Croslin he is
Raise in Baltimore ("projects")
His mom (Aurelia) is grandma to my kids
His only son, a lawyer in DC
In his own right, now elected
Mayor of Hyattsville! (Praise God)
Once, my "good" eye-doctors place
Where I volunteered for its Literacy Council
Memories of Library, churches, New Year breakfasts!
A liveable community, a bit costly now
But memories continue to layer on
I have no house to lay or to call my own no mailbox to receive a written invitation to join an club or special function I have no place in mind to be place thats not open for my use or privilege or the right to have of ownership meaning but as I address my way to God permission and blesses me to see his Goldly ways to redefine my answering and the calling for my address and the patience to his righteously recognition to serve my purpose and abide by his guidelines and the glory of his peace of faith amen I will be well astound to wait and not to break the wagon down for no more pressure just being releived in Gods will power and keeping my faith and shield worry less conditions that could be mint condition by keeping up Gods ways and direction thats always righteously blissful to wait patiently for to address my way in God's name I continuously to pray for my foundation to build on and to make to my results to plant myself in a liveable state of mind other than being mindless that doesnt have the change to make sense of making worth to address my delivery notation to God composed immediately sanctions.
Southgate and Sterling discourse on the disturbing. Alarming' The focus of classes through
Which much chattering passes, in meme graph and drama a gasp'orama of division's incision draconian Intrusion, reality never meeting; insanity tries our reason, as all seasons grow evil.'
Three meters apart, we survey the heart to heart, Sterling is speaking of racisms seeping
In establishments 'a steeping.' Against the grade he'd kept keeping moving in reason
Playing believing, although at times seething he'd still kept on keeping, right in his sights'
Southgate spoke fairly of efforts and aims, of soul searching to gain, for the betterment
Waiting not to get lost in the making, in the race to a summit not to jeopardise something
A reaching of reason, he expounded his thesis I believe he is open from what he has spoken
He and many knee taking, their sign to humanity with its fractures and vanity's in the making
Yet apartheid was there breathing it's death stench, I felt my inside almost up-retch invisible
Walling from floor up to ceiling 3 meters from reason; from the spirit of Christ's season
The farce of pandemic with dystopian rhetoric, was adhered to in action complying with
Coercion while denying its perversion, living out an in-version blind were the sighted
Yet puppet masters so delighted, set the scene and invited this righteous pair; so united
The validation of division apartheid in Britain! an acceptable evil; is this truly liveable?
Imagination un-holy in the scenes now bestowed me I saw the spectre of evil
Strutting in between them, breathing their words in, and spitting out silent signs'
Pseudo derived 'lateral inanity' our salvation? And To embrace such insanity?
© Joe Maverick 2021
Before I forget-
Gramma-
You are so strong;
I'll always look up to you.
Mother-
Don't worry about me-
I'll be fine
As long as I have you.
Father-
I'll always be your little "Bones"-
Don't fret over nothing to say.
I love you.
Zach-
You were a best friend to me
Even when I had no others.
Kirk-
You are the most determined
Person I have ever known-
I'll always listen to what
You have to say.
Mark-
You were never my dad,
But you were there-
Thank you.
Grampa-
"Cows and Cabbages" never gets old-
What a gas-
I get my humor from you.
Robby-
You are my favorite cousin-
I hope you know that.
To my friends-
You made life liveable-
I love you guys.
And, to the rest of you-
Take care,
And don't leave anything unsaid.
To fantasize is to dream
To maybe lie back in a hot bubbling bath
imagining your body being stroked
Featherlike, kisses just brushing your skin
Fantasize over the joys of being wanted
Over the pleasure of your body
being played like a fine violin.
Awaiting the explosion the crescendo
Fantasize over the leader of your orchestra
Whether tall, dark, handsome
or maybe the person who adores you
Who is always there for you
Sweet sweet fantasies, that keep your mind alive
Your hopes in tune
Your bodies fire always stoked
Making life liveable, fantasy the art of Imagination
Greens getting depleted
Pollution on rife
Water becoming dirty
She watches from sky
Finally can't take it
Tears flow down
We have rain
Pure water flows
Watching it
she cries more and more so that
plants may bloom
Pollution may reduce
Earth becomes more beautiful, liveable
But we humans take her for granted
Keep plundering and destroying
in our mad rush for money and meals
Filtering pure water
pouring it out
at cyclical intervals
she often gets irritated and angry
We have thunderstorm and lightening
But we continue to behave like immature babies
When will we learn, change, behave intelligently
Lies a supermassive black hole.
Let’s beware of this I dole..!)
For it has a power unlimited
With all forces acting overloaded
Gravity and nuclear strong or weak
Electromagnetic induction at bleak
None knows if there is ever
A specific other force forever
What role it has to perform
None can tell if it has any form (50)
Thus we entered a new Golden Age
Of space exploration- an all new phase
With irrepressible enthusiasm and
A deep understanding just grand
Of the cutting-edge research so
In space travel – my favourite lo!
All World-renowned physicists
And fantabulous futurists
Presented a compelling vision of how
Humanity developed in. Wow! (60)
A sustainable civilization in outer space.
Revealing the developments in great pace
In robotics, nanotechnology,
And beneficial biotechnology
That allowed us to terraform
On potentially habitable landform
In the different systems of stars
And build liveable cities on Mars
And of course beyond.
What an idea just grand! (70)
Oh beauty
Oh delight
Oh gorgeous want for life
Absence of a wonder such as you, would surely cause me strife
When night doth fall again on blackened soul,
Till ponderous questions rise
A Vision of your remedy, is but a work of felony
Ones life is not that liveable
Until one hears those syllables,
Oh beauty
Oh delight
Oh gorgeous want for life
Absence of a wonder such as you, would surely
Cause me strife.
If I would describe us and keep it simple,
Then I would say comfortable,
But I know simplicity just can't show the world,
What a rarity of a friendship we hold,
You complete my insanity,
In a world that's losing humanity,
You get what I am could be and would be,
Without hesitation you'd follow my maybes,
You take me seriously when you have to,
You'd make me laugh when I'm blue,
You are my enigmatic sweet medicine,
My timeless innocence,
And so I beg you not to go,
I plead that you stay,
Beside me long after the world disappears,
To share every laughter and tears,
Because the simplicity of you,
Makes each complicated madness bearable,
Life becomes liveable,
And true love remains reachable.
Those nights be crazy but livid while my imagination runs wilder than poison ivy which could be deadly
but with the right antidote could be inoculated in a way by means of inoculation metaphorically yet I like the deadly part more so cause I'm falling in love with poison ivy that has deadly force which makes me crave for more ivy yet I'm well aware but it don't seem to stop me from this poison ivy, I yearn it more and more and more to see if I could tame this poison ivy. This Ivy is so evil and deadly I yearn more yet it has never made contact with a woman of my stature, could I be the one to tame this bad, evil, poisonous Ivy to a good, liveable, great Ivy. I believe so. I crave and yearn for more from evil to good is my cause in Iife I crave, only me... I crave more turning evil to good. I am one of a kind told I go whr some Angels wont even go to make a difference for a greater cause of GOOD.
THIS IVY IS ALMOST TURNING BROWN AND BROWN DAILY
FOR EACH DAY I GROW STRONGER AND STRONGER WITH MORE FOLLOWERS. Creator IS GOOD
Religion and a poet
When I was nine years of age I came to see religion
as a fairy tale and as we know the bible is written
by many scribes during a time, some of them were wise.
I like the Old Testament because it is full
of blood and thunder, the New Testament is a construction
a clean-up of the real thing making palatable for the squeamish.
I think the creator of our world as an overarching intelligence
that when the job was done left its way.
The creator is neither good nor bad for it has no interest in
the world besides creating it, so it is entirely up to us
to make the world a liveable place, alas, so far we have failed.
Mankind have dreamt of extending life long after
its natural cycle even if unseen by the pulsing living world,
that is how some transcribers constructed Paradise so
we can exist into the indefinite and beyond.
To be and not to make no sense other than easing
the fearful heart and comfort the transition into death,
at this point my thoughts were interrupted, my wife
came and told me to do the dishes