Best Looking For Poems
People watching today at the optometrist I was looking for old souls Sometimes impatient they appear as if everyone should know whats going on by now Their in a hurry and always act like you are wasting their time Then you spot a few souls with all the time in the world with loving and kind gestures Souls on a mission that look as comfortable as the day is long Glad to be here And smiling because they know everyone makes it home in th end Smiling becouse they know everyone finds their own perfection In the clear and unending preasents of God Think about it God dosen't make nock offs And God made you with the same love and care that God puts into everything else This world is an illusion Tailor made with the expeariance that you need to lift the vale from your eyes So that you may one day see wonders that you have only dared to dream of
Looking for my Agnes
Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J. D Salinger a lifetime to find his Agnes. Hemingway's words made him know. Love was rare and needed. Salinger was heavy with terrible memories. A kind woman protected and loved him. She saved him. He found a forever Agnes.
Hemingway never forgot the kind nurse. She nursed his injuries and his heart/mind. He loved her till his last days. I wondered did Hemingway think of the kind married lady before he killed himself?
I wonder, do we accept less? I was saved and I was broken. Love was sweet and love was damned.
Today I know. We are just pieces of a puzzle. Just pieces gathering till we built a final draft, of what we support to be.
Maybe I had my Agnes? I have been saved and I have saved kind ladies. Maybe my Agnes is waiting for me.
I remember a Michigan beauty who caressed my face and she saved me in 1992. Maybe we need many people to save us.
The Hemingway wish, I may still have. Wishing for someone to save me.
Dancing Coyote
I walk slow
Through the forest
Alone
Inside my mind
Where I am looking
For answers
Sometimes
I find them
Sometimes
I find glue
Stuck in thoughts
That circle around
I step off the pathway
Wait
A new path opens
written: 8-31-2019
Yalto poems only Poetry Contest
1st Place Premium Thank You Emile
Invented by Edward Ibeh: line 1 to 15:
3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Sun, a flaming ball in the sky
Waterlogged lands have long gone dry
The soil of the land turned crusty
Oh God, on us, have some mercy!
Scorched in the fury of the sun,
Are hot humid days, with no fun
In sultry heat, men go crazy
Oh God, on us, have some mercy!
Just as water saves lives on land
Your grace is needed for our mind
Don’t leave our souls dry and hazy
Oh God, on us, have some mercy!
Sun, a flaming ball in the sky
Oh God, on us, have some mercy!
lost a long time ago
still looking for it---
my missing heart
© kash poet 2012
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Placement: 8th;(March 2012)
Contest: Missing
Sponsor:Susan Burch
I am a Wandering bird
with broken wings
looking for true love again
I have flaws
my eyes are weary
sleepless
dreamless
visionless
my tears are lost
drained
dried
my words are ransacked
speechless
empty
my body is battered
bruised
wounded
and mutilated
my soul is shattered
scarred
and broken
I am a walking pain
shapeless
odorless
non-infectious
unfelt
unseen
untouchable
cause soul and pain are my guardians
I am a wandering bird
with half body
but whole soul
will you accept me?
the way I am.
I know I'm no Bernie Taupin
so, DON'T GO BREAKING MY HEART
I know my lyrics are simple
every poet needs a place to start
I may not be Bernie Taupin
I didn't write CROCODILE ROCK
but, I know that I too can write the words
I just need my Elton John
I may not be Bernie Taupin
he wrote GOODBYE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
my mind works in easier concepts
no "hunting the horny back toad".
I may not be Bernie Taupin
creator of BENNIE AND THE JETS
but I can write a love song
of a life lived with no regrets
I may not be Bernie Taupin
his hits are way more than a few
I may not have an answer to his TINY DANCER
but I've danced a mad tango or two
I may not be Bernie Taupin,
I didn't write YOUR SONG
It turned out to be, a song for everybody
and not just for THE ONE
I may not be Bernie Taupin,
who wrote CANDLE IN THE WIND,
he struck gold the second time for Diana
the first time was for Marilyn
I may not be Bernie Taupin
by now that's not really news,
but I too can write a sad, sad song
so, I GUESS THAT'S WHY THEY CALL IT THE BLUES
I may not be Bernie Taupin
and the ROCKET MAN is out of touch
but my sad songs also have merit
because SAD SONGS SAY SO MUCH
I may not be Bernie Taupin,
but, I'M STILL STANDING here with NIKITA
Bernie can make a hit out of anything
even going with DANIEL, to eat pizza
I may not be Bernie Taupin
but I write footloose and fancy free
maybe it's not like PHILADELPHIA FREEDOM
but hey! DON'T LET THE SUN GO DOWN ON ME
Bernie and Elton would both say
that it's been no SACRIFICE
and, SOMEONE SAVED MY LIFE TONIGHT
were lyrics that just felt right
It's been an amazing partnership
almost 50 years and still going strong
Bernie Taupin writes awesome lyrics
but the music is all Elton John.
So, I may not be Bernie Taupin
but I can write lyrics to a song, but
a song needs music and a melody
guess, I'll keep waiting for my Elton John.
John Derek Hamilton
December 07,2016
I am looking carefully at all the poems I have written.
Wonder what has happened that I must have been bitten.
All of my favorite past poems I am accessing.
Many of them sure seem a little depressing.
I love my family, home and beautiful wife.
I have been really blessed in this life.
I have written enough poetry to now reflect.
Pondering again why there is sadness I detect.
My wish is to solve problems in any relationship.
To have the softening of hearts and to get a grip.
My wish for others in this world would be to open their arms.
Embracing those who bring the best out of you brings no harm.
There is so much need for all of us to love one another in this land.
Moments of your time can be life-changing and this would be grand.
Edward J Ebbs - March 15, 2015
Written for a Contest, Your favorite Poem
Unhooking the chain
I opened the rusty gates
to Olive Branch Cemetery
Hallowed ground of yesteryear
Peaceful as the name sounds.
There is a place of comfort sweet
Near to the heart of God
A place where we our Savior meet
Near to the heart of God
Like a white butterfly fluttering from
One headstone to another headstone
where sweet clover blossoms rested their heads
protecting the ancestors of long ago—
Stopping by each one
I gently touch and wonder
Standing on rolling hills of countryside
Six-foot tall or five-foot short
giants of the soil
English honest proud
farmers tilling the land
children by their side helping
with French heritage mother
who listened to the tears,
cooked meals, washed clothes
lesser than the men but carried on.
Walking in time thinking, then
Seeing it!
I lifted up Nancy Emily’s initialed stone
N E P lying on the ground
young farm girl no state aid
rocking her baby boy
For when my heart is troubled, filled with fear,
Jesus whispers peace
Young lad gladdening saddened family hearts.
I wonder her pain kept a secret
Until descendants began to unearth
digging deeper than her simple grave
Nancy Emily, rest well knowing
your descendants are bright and fruitful
healing the sick
teaching children
keeping the law
at home and afar raising children to become.
Whispering hope, O how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart in its sorrows rejoice
Oh! Family of long ago
toiling planting reaping caring
lying now on former fields
with mottled stones announcing your place.
N E P stands upright.
Feeling like a mighty oak tree
faithful and fulfilled,
I leave
fastening tight the rusty gates—
past secured for future
< this poem is not about what is written, but what is not written
like the smile upon her face that looks nil and somewhat smitten
and lochs of hair hanging instead of with bows and lace
tell me my angelic angel have you fallen from God's good grace
has your garments of thread gone out of time
has your dance with the butterflies gotten out of rhyme
have you been cast from your lovers heart
or are you just looking to start over with brand new start
has clouds silver lining rained upon your dreams
has leafs dance gone frozen in crystal streams
time stands still amidst wondering thoughts
time stands still when lovers cant be sought
Written By Katherine Stella 7/4/11
Entry For A Rambling Poet's
The Unwritten Contest
G.L. All
beyond light
in a park at the
edge of a small town
the car radio fades
to whispers of nothingness
darkness my intimate friend
one streak then another
something called
a shooting star
tells stories of
the reaches of outer space
a burning passion a passage
of a heavenly tail
swept by celestial light
and solar winds
moments of luminescence
seen through my windshield
where on other nights
breathless lovers dream
a universe their own
lookING
I never ever miss u
like ur cool eye
obscure my heart
voraciously deserted
Engaged me on u i am looking for u
you are the rosemary
made me happy
thought in my mind to be ready
i miss u from my seeing because u r lovely
We too have waited for the spring,
with great anticipation.
Looking for each growing thing
with eager expectation,
and without trepidation.
Our normal spring so filled with glory,
With fields of luscious green,
an outdoor conservatory
in no other season seen.
Rains have washed it bright and clean.
I love the days of springtime
when butterflies take wing,
The vines with early flowers climb
and songbirds stop to sing.
But all is changed this spring.
In our adjacent county
a mile and half wide slide
took homes and lives as bounty.
So many good folks died.
And many more have cried.
It was early in the morning,
two hundred folks in bed,
the slide came without a warning.
They're buried and they're dead.
The mountain has been fed.
Written 3/25/ 14
I went looking for God
in grandest cathedral,
in splendour of gold,
and crosses and statues
and rooves overwhelming
and priests ever-damning
and nuns ever-loving,
so wishing the children would learn
and be good.....
I went looking for God
in a golden dome,
where the mullahs were wailing
and people loud-hailing
their message, devotion
their women in headscarves
their young ones a-dreaming
seventy two virgins
if only, if only....
I went looking for God
in temple of ages,
of people forsaken
and praying, oh praying
that tomorrow might bring peace,
that they might be known,
that their children may die no more.....
I went looking for God,
I fasted, I chanted,
I shut my eyes tight,
I crossed my legs hurting,
my brain ever-reaching
for light ever-distant......
I searched East, I searched West,
above and below,
my time and my will
was no longer my own...
But do you know where I found God?
I sat on a hilltop
and felt the wind beckon,
I breathed the Divine in the trees
and the earth and the sweet-scented
breeze of the autumnal haze.....
I gave up all searching
and sat in the middle
of hustle and bustle,
and felt the sweet stillness
unfolding before me......
I walked through the chaos
and saw a hand outstretched
a haunted-eyed face
in a desolate scene.
And in those ragged eyes
I saw God looking back at me,
unmistakable mirror
of my own sweet divinity.....
I looked into my heart
saw my sweet, gentle child,
felt my energy sweep through my chakras,
expand from my crown.....
And God lived in the joy and the bliss
that followed my days full of love....
When I stopped looking for God
I realised
that wherever I looked
there it was.
And it was Love.
Lazy Sundays, a sleep in until whenever, sunny day bbq or a driving adventure, come to think of it - What is it that you are looking for?
A romantic dinner for two, a glass of wine or more, having laughs or chatting down to the core – do you even know what you are looking for?
A modern day Jane Austen, a sure thing, a quick fling or a just never go there kind of ‘ing’ – whatever it is – are you sure you know what you are looking for?
Pealing back the layers, finding out what’s inside, knowing and taking your time – is that the person you are looking for?
High energy plus, taking life by the scruff, making the most of every moment, climbing mountains until your stuffed – is that what you are looking for?
Have you any idea, do you really even care, or can you be bothered, or have you not even thought - about what it is that you are looking for?
A crazy path of twist and turns, experience's that burn, the thought has you churning - are you even game enough to think about the kind of person you may be looking for?
Take a chance, life’s too short, have some fun, to keep company, have good conversation, just hangin out , or to just be close to someone.
What ever it is – if you get the chance fill the gap and seek out what, or the kind of who you are looking for.....