Best Lots Poems
I miss the sweet comraderie
The words you'd leave for me to see
The teasing tongue tenacity
I never thought one day you'd be
Away from here, away from me
I miss the way you'd make me smile
Through darkest days, a word worthwhile
Would scatter gloom and chase the vile
Oh, how your charm could so beguile
I miss your certain kind of style
I miss the mystery in the rhyme
The sweet sensation every time
I'd read the most melodious chime
Now that you're gone, it's such a crime
I miss the banter, so sublime
I miss the way you used to tease
Then placate me just to appease
The playful lines were meant to please
My little heart, your lines would squeeze
I miss your spirit's gentle breeze
I miss you, dear, I miss you still
Your place no one can truly fill
I'll wait and wait and wait until
You come back and take up the quill
And let your presence, joy instill
I miss you...
We don't know much on the scale of things.
Why do crows crow and nightingales sing?
Why do animals have four legs?
Human Beings only have two pegs.
Why do birds fly and man cannot?
These unanswered questions tie my brain in a knot
We all have a brain, that's for sure,
The brain is our information store.
It doesn't matter what we know,
Nobody knows much, no matter how far they go.
Whatever knowledge education brings,
We know nothing on the scale of things.
The door to the bookstore creaks complaining
Books for new and old customers
a small bookstore since 1937
I get symptoms of claustrophobia,
mouse droppings and dust
but, definitely has its charm
Then the smell comes and slaps me in the nose
Mothballs, a strange sweet air
The books are not old, they are vintage
The owner is about 80 years,
an apathetic man with glasses
Little by little, the room slowly fills up
Some buddies with 4-wheel walker
overly tight braces and corduroy trousers
When they nod their heads
it even flies dust out of their hair
They should not buy books,
but have a little coffee break
in the bookstore's back room
10/03/2021
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There are lots of theatre breaks websites
It’s clearly a popular thing
To buy an hotel ‘n show package
To watch actors dance, act and sing
And for some it’s a much loved tradition
To head off to town with the wife
It’s not a regular occurence
But it adds to the variety of life
But if you’re a theatre break newbie
and don’t know what to do, where to stay
Just see our list of great websites
And book your next short break today!
Close your eyes, what do you see?
Excuse me!
See with closed eyes
What rubbish, such lies!
But I see Coloured dots dancing around
Changing colour, falling to the ground
Others see them when they rub their eyes
It's Strange but no big surprise
Do you even know why?
An active retina or a lie?
Do your research, do it right
Hopefully you too will see the light
Love is a funny thing
And being in love is funnier still
Every memory, Each kiss and embrace
Lingers
Many things small and large make you
Words and deeds, thoughts and actions
Your eyes and smile with all they contain remain
Irresistible
Midnight doesn’t last forever
Dark gives way to the inexorable force of light
In daylight a heart breaks free to soar but can still
Ache
grey clouds flooded my vision,
the darkness stayed lining the walls to my sorrow soul,
never felt as those I belonged in this world but only to exist, in my troubled mind.
I suspected that this was really it,
the endless supply of coldness to my heart,
to never feel the rumble of a beat.
to never again experience that breath taking moment,
until one day my grey clouds where parted,
the glory of the most amazing uncommon very beautiful sun shined through.
my darkness visited from time to time,
but never stayed for long,
with him I no longer feel has those I don't belong,
because when I'm in his arms,
I know where I belong.
he's smile brightens my world,
his breath supplies warmth to my heart,
I finally felt the rumble again.
the moment my eyes took in his beauty,
and I remember being breathless again,
every moment we spend together are breathless,
I love him more then I did before.
written by Davina browne
1/03/15
Come April
There's lots to catch
Spring is fading out
Flowers are wilting
No new flowers on their way
But before sunrise
Step into a field
Stretches of golden fields
Will greet you dancing in the breeze
Wheat stands tall
All ready to be harvested
Farmers get busy
Procuring and harvesting
They store some
Sell the rest
In open markets
We take it
We bake it sometimes
The other we make
Something else
Farmers are thrilled
There's excitement in the air
Their long drawn out labour
Will soon bring result
They had slogged in the fields
Unmindful of weather conditions
To see their golden fields
Now there's music and dancing
Their families are rejoycing
There are feasts held
And prayers too
So there's no rain for a while
There's such joy all around
All debts will be cleared
They'll lead a happy and comfortable life.
Lots of job to do in Africa
Africa is a third world contry,
As classified,
Africa is undeveloped,
They say,
Africa is full of illness,
They claim,
No opportunity in Africa,
Somany believe,
I grow up listening to this,
That makes me wonder?
What is wrong with the development of Africa?
What areas are necessary to start development?
Lots of jobs to do in Africa,
If we are yet to develop,
It means we are behind,
If we are behind,
It means a lot needs to be done,
How come we are jobless?
How come we are unemployed?
Look around you,
Sure you see accomplishments ,
Yet to be accomplish,
Lots of jobs to do in Africa
The time is ticking,
The people are eager,
And testy,
The change we need is in the things
We are yet to do,
Like they always say,
We are too populated,
I tell you a rare truth,
that make things better,
Together we need to build,
And repair the fallen legacy of Africa,
When the world never care's,
Lots of jobs to do in Africa
What we lack means,
We need to work,
Other wise we remain,
In poverty in midst of plenty,
Our success is not based,
On our condition today,
The earlier we realise,
That we have a lot to do,
The better for Africa,
And off curse us all,
The reality of our future,
Lay on the work we do today,
So! Let start now,
Cos their are,
Lots of jobs to do in Africa.
They have lots of hare in them, he warned me, but that was okay.
My family has a lot of hair too, even at the end of our life.
I still want to meet them. I told him. “Because that’s, okay.”
He added, “One of them has already consented to be my wife.”’
They are identical twins, he said, but you can tell them apart readily.
I hoped he was right; for I have trouble sometimes with the close up see.
We were ushered into their parlor where the gorgeous girls appeared in sight.
Their hair was longer than I expected. But their smiles were big and bright.
This is my beloved, Francie, he told me. And her sister Prancie May.
Moment I turned and saw her knew I could easily fall in love that day.
Long beautiful hair always makes me want to be romantic and swoon.
We were soon both completely in love and quite over the moon.
I brought her to dinner and the relatives could not top laughing at me.
Think it is a riot that even with Coke bottle glasses I can barely see.
They are jealous darling, my betrothed said. Do not let it bother you.
My mother was thrilled with our litter, grandchildren one to forty-two.
Wanted your time, to be free
Your freedom so did not include me
But I’m doing fine on my own
Lots of money, I’m adding on
Out to dinner several times a week
To the grocery store for extra treats
And on the weekends sometimes meats
All those extras you’re saving me
I’m saving lots of money
Now that you’re not my honey
You think that might be funny
It’s enough to get me to someplace sunny
Ice cream always and dessert too
Sometimes driving out to Scoops
All that money and gas I’m saving
Now that I’m out and living free
No more grabbing something for you
When I’m shopping at the Walmart too
Would always love to bring for you
Something to know I’m thinking of you
I’m saving lots of money
Now that you’re not my honey
You think that might be funny
It’s enough to get me to someplace sunny
Jam jars are talking please be quiet as represention of a silver feather is held in radiating heat beams. Ooh amazing destitutions' of diva dogs drape digits dramas dramatically *** stupor sap salt salads. *** erogenously evenly distributed elements *** bean sprouts giggling *** mysterious monster moons. ***
1/8/17
At speeds of several knots
Near and far from docks with yachts
Lots of water drops
Falling non-stop
All across
The rocks and moss
As well as atop of fields with crops
Causing some to rot
Or have spots that are soft
While there is an ongoing rise and fall with stocks
Due to floods and the frost
Areas being locked down and blocked
Opportunities knock
Around the clock
Get it while you can
Instead of having it slip through your hand
Faster than sand
Above and below the land
Don't try to throw your life away
Night and day
Any time and place
Close or beyond any pines and clay
By: Dalton Ogletree
Not many know of Lots brother
Named Notso, (I think it is Dutch)
God would talk to Lot quite a lot
Sadly, to Notso, not so much!
Notso would stand outside staring
At Edith, (That's Lots wife, by the way)
Made of salt, she was stiff as a vault
But quite tasty on food they say!
The cows would lick her hair a lot
It stuck up from the attention,
From then on, called a "cowlick"
Something I thought I'd mention
Anyway, Notso had an affair
With Edith, cowlick and all
Jealous, Notso showed Lot a lot
He was a salty dog after all!