Best Loses Poems
When I was just just a little girl I thought I knew it all
But as the years passed by I have never felt so small
I never knew what life would be like without you teaching me
But now I'm lost and am scared but there's no way to flee
Dad I know you'd want me to be happy and I know you'd want me to smile
But losing you has confused my soul and set me back awhile
We were just becoming closer, becoming the best of friends
I know we had many disagreements but in the end we made amends
I miss you everyday and cry when I'm alone
I'm lost inside with nowhere to hide I wish that I had known
Life is different now I feel guilty to laugh and sing
I know it shouldn't be that way but you were my everything
I looked up to you for guidance, for strength, for love, for hope
But in the end you'll always be my best friend and in time I'll learn to cope
It's almost been three years dad and life has knocked me down
It's beaten me up, bruised my heart, and tossed me all around
But life has also brought a brand new meaning
From diaper changes, little coos, and the occasional screaming
From I love you's, to bedtime kisses, all the way to morning messes
From pacifiers, to baby swings, and little tiny frilly things
Baby baths, little naps, apple juice, and diaper bags
Cuddles, tantrums, spills, and cuts
So much sass it's driving me nuts
The stress, the love, this life that I chose
Could only get better the more that they grow
My heart is so full, this much is true
The only thing my life could ever need now is you.
She was never on time
bought her a watch
she loses things too
Written July 17, 2018
Entered Mick Talbot's Senryu Poetry Contest
Now that he's without him
what is he working for
He had never truly realized
His dad drove him to want more
With working came acceptance
replaced emotions he concedes
and his father unavailable,
he kept his schedule filled with deeds,
When his father passed away
it broke him to the core
just learning he and his dad
had things in common they stood for
His dad had loved unconditionally,
despite his character flaws
and perhaps was thinking he'd call his son
when the winter thaws
but winters came and went
and neither reached to call
yet they truly loved each other
despite their voices being awol
His imperfect life with his Dad,
is now the oddest gift he treasures
He's vowed to be a father
for his sons to proudly measure
He says "I love you" to his kids,
and has being saying so for many years
then thinks of what he missed
with his Dad,
and it reduces him to tears
Nothing can make that emptiness go
he carries the lesson learned
Knowing now to speak his love out loud
not said to be returned
When a son loses his father
a part of himself fades into the light
as do the words he rarely stated,
like, "Dad, nice to hear from you tonight"
or picking up the phone to say,
"hi dad, did you just hear",
are calls he wished he'd made
while he wipes away a tear,
Now in a prayer he says, "I love you Dad",
to the heavens he kneels and pleads
and wonders if his fathers knows
that his love's so strong, it bleeds
"Dad, in case you didn't know it,
I love you more than I can say
I always tell my kids I love them
I learned that the hard way,
and in my heart,
my father,
you shall always stay".
The Air Traffic Controller Loses It
By Elton Camp
In a job where there's lots of stress
It is all too easy to create a mess
Bob was so exhausted he flipped out
And forgot what his job was all about
He sent the same message to every plane
No longer on the ground need you remain
Every single plane waiting out there
Immediately soared up into the air
But that didn't work any too well
And the pilots in anger did yell
However, the airport was clear in a snap
The tired Air Traffic Controller took a nap
Santa lost his “NAUGHTY or NICE” list this year,
What happened to the helpful elves he hired?
Which SPOILED children will exuberate in cheer,
which one of his elves will ultimately be fired?
What kind of devised SCHEME has transpired?
So many questions with unknown facts,
Who is responsible for this eradication?
Maybe Santa should go and trace his tracks,
This could cause SEVERE annihilation!
This could be Christmas’s expiration!
What if lil’ Sally DESERVED that pottery bowl,
or needed a new pair of school shoes?
But then poor Sally ended up getting coal,
and was left stuck in the sad blues.
Why does she get to be the one to lose?
Then there’s Johnny so selfish with pride,
on the NAUGHTY list every year since birth-
Do you really think he’d feel guilty inside
if he received what was Sally’s worth?
Oh, I bet he’d be full of joy and mirth!
What’s with the mix up, this whole fiasco!?!
What will happen to all the kids so nice?
Nick’s dad DOESN'T deserve that escrow,
man Santa, you’re treading on thin ice!
The good girls and boys shouldn’t sacrifice!
What’s that you say, speak once more?
Rudolph ATE the list out of fear?
Oh, he was on the naughty list before,
and wanted more carrots in his stocking this year.
Santa, he’s nothin’ but a...
BROWN-NOSED REINDEER!
CHRISTMAS RHYMES
Kim Rodrigues
December 4, 2017
Dependable Defender Jésus Christ of Nazareth Football Club
This morning lost His appeal for the red card He received
During His side game with the highly rated Pharisees
He’ll be unavailable for their match against the Sadducees
He was sent off by no-nonsense referee Pontius Pilate
For defeating a host of Principalities and Powers
The Club failed to have the decision overturned by the Jurisdiction
He will therefore be sentenced to death by crucifixion
The ‘Special One’ is to make no comment on the decision
After Herod Disciplinary Committee dismissed the club’s appeal
Jésus offered Himself as a *Sacrificial Lamb* for a collective guilt
On the football club’s recent sloppiness and wilt
The Stalwart Defender's Penalty
Will begin with a physical torture
Followed by carrying a heavy rugged cross
Is the Disciplinary Committee right? Make your gloss
GLOSSES FOR JESUS LOSES RED CARD APPEAL :
Tony Taylor writes, March 28th…2:17
A typical King Herod Decision!
I think the decision needs a
Gary Neville writes, March 28th….2:19
Watching Jésus on the field is immensely enjoyable
This Rock from Nazareth is just unconquerable
Rashford writes, March 28th….3:15
Corrupt official! Corrupt leader
All they care is 30 pieces of silver
Major Buckley writes, March 28th…3:17
HE CAN’T GO AWAY WITH IT!
CRUCIFY HIM! CRUCIFY HIM! I submit
Nana Ama writes, March 28th…..4:17
The decision by ref Pontius Pilate was very harsh
Jésus triumphed! And He did it with great panache
Wolf writes, March 28th….5:15
The blame must lay with Judas and McCoy
Surely it’s their fault not Jésus. Sorry boy!
Omar writes,March 28th….. 6:17
You’re an idiot’s wolf!
This Jesus should go play golf!
Crucify Him sir! Crucify Him! I rest my case
Jonathan Reid writes, March 28th…7:17
I personally think Herod can’t rescind the red card
We talking football politics. He didn't tackle too hard
Leave your gloss in the box below
True love never dies
For love never loses its own
Love is only as far away as the tips of the fingers.
Many thousands of bright stars, will guide Santa tonight.
On a cold Christmas Eve, through snow crisp and deep.
Now Santa's sleigh's laden, with lots of new toys.
All gifts for small children, now in dreamland asleep.
When Santa confessed, to losing his naughty / nice list.
Rudolph smiling broadly, gave an all knowing wink.
While waving a copy, he had scribbled unseen.
It was all done in secret, with invisible ink.
And won't reappear, until yuletide next year.
Now all little children, as Santa promised they would.
Will receive lots of presents, whether naughty or nice.
For Santa knows naughty kids, are more often quite good.
While every child dreams of peeping, when Santa arrives,
It's overexcitement that leads nosey children astray.
So after saying their prayers, and while counting sheep,
They fall asleep, until jingle bells ring out Saviours day.
11/ 29/ 2017.
For the contest Christmas Rhymes.
By Kim Rodrigues.
"We won't have a society if we destroy the environment."
- Margaret Mead
It's time to face the facts, Jack, Jill;
give the marsh back to the ocean,
move uphill. Give the river back
its mouth, the shore to the sea.
It's way past time to clean the obscene –
ness from the blue-green waters
we rape to feed us. Dead zones exist
in the deep, yet we weep
when nature disturbs our ego.
We just don't get it. The need to breathe
begins in the sea. It's life, renewed,
in grasses that cleanse our ignorance,
in spite of our arrogance,
We are choking her to death
with stupidity and greed.
The poetical books are nearly, by me, complete;
Next follows those once-furled, parchmentlike
Scribal tablets on which were calligraphically
Indited the books classified as
Naught but "prophetical"-
After the major and minor scribes,
The authors of which, and those of the first grouping of the
Newer set of scriptural books:
Those of the evangelical order;
The momentum engendered by the narrative flow:
The alacritous, celeritous, positively propulsive flow:
Of the Bible then stalls out,
Mired in and run aground
Amid the impenetrably deep
Bedrock of the various epistolary, predominantly Pauline books
(Paul, being Mosaic in his inditing of just as many and more books than
Those writ by Moses' own hand, for one has the tally of a mere five or six to his
Luminous credit, whereas the other has something on the order of ten, at least, to his).
Not that those, the Pauline books, are of a very poor quality,
But to segue from the narrative and story, poetry, law,
Prophecy and history and the narrative flow thereof:
To turn from these to abstruse missives
Of a yet abstruser philosophical
Bent, then one finds that one yearns anew for the levitical, mosaical books,
When their perusal of books biblical desists before the gates of the
Sadly boring New Testament-save naturally for the gospels,
Which are themselves poetic and narrative and fast-moving.
Such, at least, is my appraisal of the matter.
We're now into the year of twenty twenty three
And still there's no solution to see eye to eye
Will we learn since descending from the trees
Or are we everending to simply walk on by
Lifes global insecurities amidst epidemic rife
Whilst conglomeration greed suffocates souls
Lacerating lives like a dark alley flick knife
It'll never be for the poor, only richers goals
We're now into the year of twenty twenty three
It's been a year since two neighbours became
Will they learn since descending from the trees
Its the same old story, no one takes the blame
Lifes global insecurities amidst epidemic rife
Blatant corruption aplenty, food banks strive
As we read, the constant fueling, more strife
Knowing days, the next, accumulating lives
We're now into the year of twenty twenty three
Its all very well the few that can bunker down
Then, when everything else loses its voice
Were we mapped out, to our radiation drown.
....happening a few hours north and west of where I live in Minneapolis
Bulldozers pushed earth into mounded walls all along the watchtower.
Wild Sunflowers, roots exposed, gasped for life, uncomfortablysideways, faces driven into
mud.Stun-gun wires, the few that escaped the eyes of the cleaners, barbed claws still red from piercing skin, poked up in human ignorance.
Earth raped, a violation of sacred grounds, burned in the hearts of Dakota Native Americans.
How can Native Peoples tresspass on Treaty Lands?
The world is watching, and we see with clear eyes, our hearts are heavy with your tears.
10/28/16
Dakota Territories
No One Loses At "Strip Jeopardy!"
by Rick Rucker
My late wife and I used to play it with glee,
Saying "No one loses at 'Strip Jepoardy!'"
Answer a question right, then you see,
You don't have to shed clothes, you are covered completely!
Answer it wrong, your clothes you take off,
Too many wrong, and the last garment you doff.
This is where the Fun can begin,
The winner gets to play with the newly-exposed skin!
How long a time is decided at the start,
Remembering always to be kind to your heart!
Right at first,
You might only want to tantalize your thirst!
Work up to longer,
When you're feeling stronger.
Final Jeopardy is really a Blast,
That is why they save it for last!
I would most often win,
She would be covered in only her skin!
I would be generous in my win,
After a little playing, her massage would begin!
Now I'll give you a game-winning plan,
From me, to you, just man-to-man.
For The Final, bet everything,
Then, the buzzer, don't even ring!
The worst that could happen is, you both don't have a stitch,
But the sight of each other will start an itch!
That can only be scratched by the other,
Now you can commence to smother
Each with kisses,
Both for Mister and the Missus!
Give it a shot, and you will see,
No one loses at "Strip Jeopardy!"
Grandma hid her ticket-where? No one knew
She hadn’t a clue what Grandpa might do
When he lit the chimney fire
Grandma wanted to expire
She was thinking ‘bout what flew up the flue
*Entry for Susan’s Lottery Ticket Limerick” contest