Best Loaning Poems
she was but a chickadee
small but mighty
with a soaring heart
that included everyone
flying in the sun she felt her strength
loaning it out to whoever needed her
she was but a chickadee
with the faith God gave her
and it was more than enough
Categories:
loaning, god,
Form:
Free verse
When we travel first time
All alone to a new country
Many worries will land
Along with you at the airport.
Somebody at the immigration
Will be scanning our eyes
Using the camera lenses
To take an image of our worries,
The colors of our dreams
From our thumb impressions.
The dates of our solitude
Will be stamped on our passport.
San Francisco, when did I land
Into your colorful dreams
Like a silent computer robot
By loaning my village memories.
-----
Jul 24,2016
Something Seemingly Insignificant and Unexpected Changed My Life
Categories:
loaning, journey, malayalam, solitude,
Form:
Free verse
More than twelve hundred souls
Meet their watery grave.
German U-boat patrols
Spark a fatal shockwave.
This echo of the past
Resounds throughout history.
Rousing war unsurpassed,
Deadly shroud of mystery.
The empire aids Cunard,
Loaning millions in pounds.
Lord Inverclyde toils hard
On deceptions unsound.
They hide admiralty
Within their merchant fleet,
And in reality
War barons plot deceit.
Famed cruiser so agile
Brings home the Blue Riband.
Propellers prove fragile,
New designs would respond.
While retooling the craft,
Gun mountings are installed.
Hidden away most daft
Down where the ropes are hauled.
However they decide
To switch their new design.
Large cargo holds shall hide
Munitions in her spine.
War with Germany starts
With land mines and blockades.
America builds parts
While Britain launches raids.
The Isles become war zones
With no sure passage back.
Submarines would throw stones
To sink the Union Jack.
So Daniel Dow protests
This British smuggling ring.
The prior chief suggests
Attacks these loads will bring.
A German message warns:
"Huge risk at British sea!
If allied flags adorn,
They'll be hacked to debris!"
Captain Turner is picked
To lead the merchant ship.
"Speed shall avoid conflict
On this momentous trip."
Voyage two hundred-one
Departs Pier 54
Under a watchful sun,
Fresh ammo in her store.
Steaming toward Fastnet Rock,
Bowler Bill seeks advice.
Three ships are sunk in shock,
Warnings are confirmed twice.
Posting double look-outs,
They ready the lifeboats.
Bill secures a black out
While taking careful notes.
Thirty miles from Cape Clear,
The vessel enters fog.
Weather thwarts so severe
The captain slows their slog.
The periscope spots them
As orders are passed down.
One button shall condemn,
Destruction all around.
The Old Head of Kinsale
Watches the missile glide.
The bomb shreds to assail
Those weapons stowed inside.
Categories:
loaning, history, warwar, war,
Form:
Ballad
Last night my tortured mind did wander
Imagined all the Hollywood starlets
Wanted to squeeze me and cover me with kisses
My body was their ultimate target
Now I'm aware I have an amazing physique
Young girlies would really die for
But we all must conduct ourselves with order
There's enough of me to share and more
Long as my heart is able to hold out
My all night stands still apply
The stamina I possess is famous worldwide
Some would love to love like this guy
They're writing books bout my incredible stamina
How I'm able to go on for hours
It all comes down to an oversexed libido
That provides my extraordinary powers
Seriously thinking of loaning myself out
At five hundred bucks per session
Taking requests by email and by phone
But I must be in bed by eleven
I can't have any girlies under the blankets
Need my beauty sleep every night
Get ready for another day of teaching sex
But whoa, what a great life despite
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
loaning, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
Last night my tortured mind did wander
Imagined all the Hollywood starlets
Wanted to squeeze me and cover me with kisses
My body was their ultimate target
Now I know I have this amazing physique
Young girlies would really die for
But we all must conduct ourselves with order
There's enough of me to share and more
Long as my heart is able to hold out
My all night stands still apply
The stamina I possess is famous worldwide
Some would love to love like this guy
They're writing books bout my incredible stamina
How I'm able to go on for hours
It all comes down to an oversexed libido
That gives me these extraordinary powers
Seriously thinking of loaning myself out
At five hundred bucks per session
Taking requests by email and by phone
But I must be in bed by eleven
Can't have girlies under my blankets past eleven
Need my beauty sleep every night
Get ready for another day of teaching sex
But whoa, what a great life despite
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
loaning, fun,
Form:
Quatrain
MOM, YOU ARE SILL ALIVE AND WELL
I miss your smile, the times we shared and the world that
you opened my eyes to.
I smile at the major ass whippings you put on me in your
goal to bring discipline and manhood to me.
The Cherokee in you got wild at times especially if some
fool disrespected the seven that came from you
Yet, the most important part of you and your life was
that you were MOM to many and as much as
you loved me,
YOU HAD THE ABILITY TO LOVE US ALL.
You left here twelve years ago today, and though there
are tears, I feel all love and no pain
I talk to you often, see your smiling face and laugh when
you shake your head at your crazy son
The absence of pain I believe is because I was present
when you went to meet your LORD, at that time
there was only sunshine, no rain
I got your last earthly smile, the peace I saw, although I
was losing you, MOM, you won
And I am thankful to my Creator for loaning you to me
even if just for a little while
Reid J. Lewis
06/18/2015
Categories:
loaning, bereavement,
Form:
ABC
How do I Thank You
for watching over my child
investing your
time
energy
focus
and
passion
in him
Every
day?
How do I thank you
for using your keen eye
to emerge with his full picture
and tailoring a years worth of education
just for him?
for making sure he is comfortable
and relaxed
and happy Every day?
How do I thank you
for finding inventive
ways to facilitate his goals Every day?
for the look of alarm, ever so brief
if even a remote chance of danger
for him or others?
for your warmth
your upbeat kindness
and nurturing
that you give him Every day?
How do I thank you
for loaning him Snow pants
and a little Yellow T-Shirt?
for teaching him how to honor
his own work
and that of his peers?
How do I thank you
for planting seeds
that deepen his understanding
of Everything?
for taking a lesson plan that is fine
infusing it with complexity
and transforming it into
something extraordinary
Every day?
for teaching my child as if he were the only child in your class
while teaching Every Child in your class as if they
were the only one as well?
How do I thank you?
This happy
full
creative
thinking
boy
who chatters to me as he is going to sleep
about Martin Luther King Jr.
Johnny Appleseed
Spheres and cylinders
sets of tens
mammals
fish
poems
songs
and Your words of Praise
is the living proof
of the gift that you are to education and children.
I can only say Thank you Teacher..
Mrs B; Poetry by
Susan M. Walker 2014
Categories:
loaning, children, education, emotions,
Form:
Prose Poetry
who shall
loan
a bird
to me.
for i am
small
i am
farther
than
the blank
expanse
between
word and speaking.
who shall
loan
a bird
to me.
For the worn
blanket
of my being
does not call me
mighty.
Categories:
loaning, mystery, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
I have heard grass singing in the wind.
I have walked through poppy fields in sun
I have suffered when dark rain descends
I have watched trees’ shadows in the ponds
I have known the arctic wastes of pain
I have heard grass singing in the wind.
Another soul is writing with my hand
Yet I have wept while loaning him my pen
I have suffered when dark rain descends
I have known the edges of the mind
I ‘ve sensed hollow silence un-contained.
I have heard grass singing in the wind.
I have sorrowed for humans confined
I have watched the antics of bad men
I have suffered when dark rain descends
I have seen the storm by camera lens.
I have felt the solar system bend.
I have heard grass singing in the wind.
I have suffered when dark rain descends
Categories:
loaning, allegory, courage,
Form:
Villanelle
We should spend Christmas
In Paris this year with Jean
Christmas in Paris?
Spectacular plan
Let's buy the tickets and call
Early and call Jean
Just then Tommy turned
To them loaning his senses
"I HOPE I'M GOING!"
"Intercontinental
Paris - Le Grand great!"
"We need plan tickets."
Christmas in Paris
With joyful friends Jean Paul and
Laurent Paul hurrah!
I can hardly wait
Razzle dazzle Joan screamed hurrah!
Razzle dazzle day!
Categories:
loaning, french, travel,
Form:
Haiku
It started on D - flat,
succulent & succinct
soft & rhythmic
loaning hearts pats.
the wail of the piano
caressing the voices' glissando
riffs tampered with the tune,
notes trailing tracks of crest,
demisemiquaver pruned
by the demigod crochet:
parts of belts
accompanying baritone,
baroque & tormenting bass
nursing decrescendo,
an atlas
And then clef,
embellishing the melody,
encore spill the best,
swift fortemente
Hearts lured,
esophagus of the musician
shifting. Pure
steps moving in pleasure,
as the lyrics complimented
the melody
A coda:
a flat accompaniment
severed the passion
as the keys & notes did melt
tumult in rhythm,
sundry languages inflected
the lyrics.
like concerto grosso
of courante on
bagpipes, accordion,
harps, obeos & paino.
now we're stuck
in the maze of this music,
no virtuoso could make meaning of
the tune, lyrics or melody
but we're moving our bodies,
till those that gets weary
goes to hear death's string.
19:09:22:18:47
Categories:
loaning, confusion,
Form:
Lyric
Future tense
I think I need a wife
to finish out my life
I have one life to give
for Christ God and me
before I leave this plane
agreed i'm about to love again
the thought of a lonely broken heart
No longer fits the part
parts of me says No Way
no woman would want to have a time of day
in my loaning aloneness life
again I think I need a wife
my first the only girlfriend
this girl I met when I was 18
I courted and dated her was amazed
that she gave me the time of day
Past tense
I had have no low self-esteem
I thought I was still in a vision a dream
she accepted my chase
she stopped the race
I proposed to her and she said I do
42 years of blessedness married with 3 children
and one day God said
come home daughter and she left this plain
Present tense
and back home to her Father
I vowed before I leave this plain
I need to love again
the thought of a lonely broken Heart
no longer fits the part
to finish my life I have one life
to give for Christ God and Me
I think I need a wife
2/22/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
*An Answer to Paris Marie-Boreham poem "Again Think I Need a Husband"
Categories:
loaning, analogy, destiny, fate, future,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
The time has come for me to move on,
to let go of things I've held for so long
with a new day and time I've tried to forget,
all the pain in my life from people I've met
But time is the greatest healer I've heard in the past
That's how I know this pain won't last
I've climbed a mountain I've almost reached the top
it's a hard journey,but I'm not about to stop
My heart is healing with God's help I know
He keeps me strong wherever I go.
This yesterday's pain had a hold on me
so strong and so tight I could hardly see
The damage it done, my soul grew so weary
but I kept on climbing and now I see clearly
the lessons from God he wants me to learn
the lesson is that now it's my turn
to take this mountain and show it whose boss
to climb without stopping no matter the cost
It will not defeat me, there's too much at stake
to let this pain my life overtake
Thank you lord, for making me strong,
for being with me when others were gone
for carrying me when I couldn't walk
for being my voice when I couldn't talk
for being my eyes when I couldn't see
for taking my hand and leading me
for loaning me an angel when times were hard
for giving me the strength to make a new start
because yesterday's pain is about to die,
a horrible death without a soul to cry
so long my pain, you had a good run
to rip me,and ride me, now your time is done
Categories:
loaning, imagination, inspirational, life, passion,
Form:
Verse
"I ain't gonna be nothing,
Cos it seem like f'ever I've been longing."
Tears in the eyes, phlegm in the nose,
Skin so sore, malady of the toes.
Helter-skelter, yet, nothing to show for,
Studied chemistry and physics what have I got?
I've got nothing, but walking,
Turning like a wheel, with no Boris,
Fishing and hunting, yet no prey,
A thousand padlocks and just two keys.
Governments say what they won't do,
Making us seem as big fools,
Manifestoes, flap-doodles;
Serving trimmed rubbers as noodles.
"Eat, eat, eat" they bade us,
Proud to champion course unjust.
Queen of s, Lord of tongues,
Sharpened bolox, Seasoned guts.
Now they stand as the saviours,
Voice so high, dreading as thunder.
More they speak, more they hunger,
Nourished with lies, growing fatter.
What do we do, what are should?
'nough of savagery, 'nough being fooled.
Hey hey hey I'm talkin' you.
You you you you you you you.
Y'all wake up, wake from slumber,
'Nough of dearth, 'nough of hunger.
We goan be sleepers death after,
Now eyes are open, why the scar?
If its dirt they're tissue papers,
Come for bucks, here is a dollar,
Buy the one which is cleaner,
Use it on your eyes and see clearer.
You should now see, yea better,
Humans like you claiming beggars.
Those then begging, now are loiters,
Those then loitering, now are robbers,
Those then robbing, now are killers,
Those then killing, now are prisoners,
Those then in prison, met their demise.
And on and on, Same thin' O'er and O'er.
And we live on in myopia,
Till perhaps come the rapture.
Now we need revolution,
Bundle up and throw out corruption.
Right in our palm is solution,
But we've been feared by confusion.
Change prior to conviction,
Let's agitate for lib'ration,
Kill who should die as oblation ;
Those who're swimming in corruption.
For e'ery bribe they get commission,
E'en loot their congregation,
Loaning 'em to indecision.
Spare no seed of transgression.
Even the bible make no exception ;
The book of proverbs even in extension,
In chapter six verse eighteen makes a correction:
Only the death of the innocent is a transgression,
But of the wicked? Sure purification.
The first two lines would come no more,
If we do what is right as we ought.
19:08:17:18:35
Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. We, You, I.
Categories:
loaning, depression, evil,
Form:
Lyric
I shall try not to give you the impression that on the Iowa Frontier
We are either a swindler, a thief, or a joker but come closer, my dear.
You might want to check into the Savoury Hotel. This is quite clear.
Do not worry. Your peacock and hippopotamus are already here.
We have your favorite snacks, and in the frig is cold beer.
Oh, there is a dilemma? Well, please do not broadcast that.
I want my guests to enjoy their vertical activities in this flat.
We have a universal TV set up, and there is play station and a cat.
If you come stay with us, so what do you say to that?
If you are checking in late, the key will be under the mat.
The hippopotamus is already down in the casino, bending a chair.
The peacock is preening in front of the mirror, with nary a care.
The Iowa Frontier’s Savoury Hotel is ready, and our prices are fair.
We are waiting for you, honey. You may bring cousin Lair.
If you do not turn up soon, we are loaning your bed to a bear.
Categories:
loaning, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme