Best Lows Poems
How deep this shallow vision lies
that holds a truth my grasp can't reach
will never last, too quickly dies
in veiled perception too vague to seek.
In colors daylight will never know
this euphoric dream can't come to fast
away reality, too harsh to show
those lost reflections of the past.
From darkened weakness a light is lost
of choices made, conceived in fear
but one is left to pay the cost
of songs of love I did not hear.
Will hope replace despair?
Is anyone left to care?
The Colorful Drug Contest
Sponsored By Lewis Raynes 06/01/2016
Don't know what this guy would do
Without you peeps to brighten my day
It's worth more than all the gold in the world
Just to hear what you all have to say
The difference between a happy and sad day
Between sunshine and cloudy skies
With each of the loving words you send me
You turn my lows into highs
Happiness is free, it's there for the taking
Reach out and grasp the brass ring
Though some days we lose sight of this fact
And we lose our desire to sing
It doesn't take special talent or knowhow
We all have the ability to laugh
But sometimes though, life has a nasty habit
Sending negatives right off the graph
So when this happens, grab hold of the ring
Hang on for dear life, I implore
Till whatever's causing you grief and despair
Disappears and your faith is restored
We waded through the sands
as the years progressed
sometimes sinking in the layers
until we could not touch bottom
drowning in the quick sand
other times we ran along the shore
free--we glided like waves
crashing upon the sand
slowly we regained strength
hitting various highs and lows
making us learn and grow
once in a while
pulled in by a undertow
the waves eventually would wash
our footprints from the sand
only to bring them back again
and if the lessons failed
we start all over again.
The truth of reality haunts my soul,
lamenting the innocence childhood stole.
A heart that's never experienced love;
always feels empty, never wholly whole.
I found no love on the wings of a dove;
push inevitably turned into shove.
And yet, normality included hope,
and my willingness to partake thereof.
Faced with the fact that I can barely cope,
I'm left dangling at the end of my rope.
And, frustrated with an absentee God,
faith starts sliding down a slippery slope.
The fact my father never spared the rod;
meant unconditional love was a fraud.
And an incompleteness shadows my dreams,
retracing the steps I've already trod.
My upbringing was harsher than it seems,
confronting my demons with silent screams.
And a fractured future born of the past;
forms a collage of life's lows and extremes.
Hope's magic has become too weak to cast,
Exhausted, its power has degraded fast.
Lonely and unloved, I await life's end,
Praying that in death, I'll find love at last.
you watch me WITHER
you watch ME wither
you WATCH me wither
YOU will watch me wither
YOU WATCH ME WITHER...
when YOU can WATER me with
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Feeling manic, fairly groovin'
Singing aloud as I'm hoovering.
Brilliant ideas flood my mind,
Ideas that could save mankind.
I have the answers, I know them all
It's all too wonderful, life's a ball.
But there just behind me parked
Is a place, fearful and dark.
I know it's going to call on me,
To stamp upon my reverie.
And as my joy soars ever higher,
It'll drag me down, into the mire.
Entry for Mania - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lewis Raynes
23/1/2017. Placed 1st.
What the flip was CeeLo Green
Doing on the X Factor looking keen?
In a dress of yellow and pink flowers
With flaccid, psychedelic powers?
I felt as if I was back in the 60s,
Drifting high with the hippies,
I was sent to planet Zigzag,
In need of a sedating jag.
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Don't quit. You will win
Alcoholics Anonymous includes God
The lesson: You have a spirit key
That can take you to victory
Never give in: be it good or dark, addiction
Jesus for me, demoted love as emotion
II
Love is action, a verb
Not Conquest, Souvenir, Trophy to brag
On Facebook, social media, & kick to the kerb
The one you took pictures with: proof
You have what it takes to make IT luv U
So emotional highs & lows are addictions
Though sometimes abuse, not a crime
But I needed Jesus to help me discern
To make good judgment, hard with loved ones
After years of trying, bible education, power
Came in drops & drips: So, beloved don't quit
The good fight: fight for what's Good. Jesus did
The hunter - he stood on the shores of the loch
The monster - she watched as she lurked by a rock
The sighting - he spotted her head as she rose
The teasing - she vanished, except for her nose
The photo - he needed the proof she was there
The posing - she looked at the lens with a glare
The success - he shouted, 'This cannot be beat!'
The goodbye - she made up her mind to retreat
The mishap - his camera fell with a thud
The ending - she swallowed him whole on the mud
written 13th March for Charles' List contest
Do you delight in exaltation?
In those neon bright lights
I’ve been mesmerized before
You are in the breathless highs
But best in the captivating lows
Exquisitely in temptations
Divinely in the mundane
How long will I deny you?
Seeking your high like a drug
I forsake you on the cross
Run to sin city with a die
High on my own ego, I go
But you are easy in the lows
Cloistered in empty times
Chastened by old high times
I make dull your ordinary
Keep me sharp as your tool
Or stalwart as a boring tree
If only I have faith in cycles
Not flickering with exaltation
Not dulled by the doldrums
Then I will praise you
In the dying of my highs
Down in the ordinary life
Often I have been plagued
by highs and lows--
pill pushers
would love to get their hands
on me;
put their label on me
and tell my wife:
"Shake well before using:
may cause stomach cramps
insomnia
and occasionally
a great work of art."
But now with computers
it's easy to print our own
(labels, that is)--
or license to practice medicine
or death certificate
save on the same disc
with a thousand
of our best and worst photos
curses
blessings;
somehow ram is important--
why do I picture
this sardonic creature with horns?
Remember the old TV's?
We called the antenna "Rabbit Ears";
We give anthropomorphic qualities
to our favorites,
and send the rest to institutions....
big puffy clouds
rarely seen; a Georgia high
soul returns to spacious place
Green Valley mountain
when it's red it’s time to drink
On a high; these puffy clouds
back in Georgia heat
green leaves love this Summer treat
sky eyes are dry; not a drop
Green Valley cacti
more than a drop of sunrise
in its tequila dry heat
I visit not move
to the Senora Desert
it creeps with dreadful shadows
Georgia has its own
familiar coyote, fox
so I’ll stay where I belong
dusty the old West
drunks, soiled doves, shootouts, Cowboys
you can still walk Tombstone streets
bawdy brothels lined
Collins Street back in the day
Georgia had its fill of sins
The journey goes on
Through walls and weirs
Of tears.. hurt and pain
Through meadows..
Of happiness and joy
And travellor goes on
Trusting and believing
In the one who ordained
The path ahead of him
The journey takes it toll
So you stop by a well
And replenish your strength
For the soul journey
Must go on..
Overcoming all
We cannot calm the turbulence in the open sky.
We must bear with its disharmony as it passes us by ~Quote by poet
Tempestuous moods erupt within, a tumultuous severe agitation
Brings forth undulating vibrations, exploding with a pounding pulsation
Retributions unholy, big blue-sky echoes with conflicting resound
When the balefully coarse maligning words mercilessly expound
Somedays gliding my way high through a stream of consciousness
Taken back by the waves soaring low to a destiny that seems endless
My soul, wrenched and wretched, lets loose from my clutching mind
Over the ocean, tempest-tossed above knotty seas less than kind
Excuse if you will my slashing unabiding, dismissive demeanor
Never shall I find where tides gently flow, and grass that is greener
Clashing and clawing through dark gathering clouds are my fate
Exit you my friend from my world and my presence before it’s too late
Flow with
The highs and lows
My inner being glows
Whether I be at the very top
Or at the very down below
But it's these type
Of circumstances
That helps the individual grow
Can you feel the wisdom I bestow
I'm wise to many
But dumb to those who really know
And depending on where heart is at
Reality can be fast or slow
I create a poem fantasy
Where I play in the summer snow, yo