Best Lye Poems
You don't have to kneel to pray,
Lye,sit or stand,just do it every day,
The presence of the Almighty is real,
Alleluia,alleluia,chant it until you feel,
When you feel Him,don't be afraid,
Don't be frighten,He came to make you brave,
The road of life,from birth to the grave,
Do you hear Him telling you,be no longer a slave,
Led by your environment,family,friends,plans and greed,
Take a spiritual stand,time for you to lead,
The road of life is slippery,don't slide down the drain,
Travel it wisely,what is gain without the pain,
The high-way is smooth but you have to pay the toll,
Take the by-pass,it might save your soul,
Don't be lead by evil,conquer evil with good,
Now hold the Almighty hands,live the life you should,,,,,
We were all trained to push the limits of the human barrier.
physically growing stronger.
Mentally developing professionalism.
Improvise, adapt and overcome.
A war-torn country is the birth of a squaddie.
The remembrance of the vast desert, the lush-us green zone.
etched painful memories to the soldier's daily life.
We stand together, tall and proud.
We cry together.
The heartless actions we carried out were not for revenge, not from anger.
For the greater good of human life.
At the setting of the sun.
The dead lye at rest, the causalities patched up, the amputees are on prosthetics.
But we all remain mentally scared
Simple Poverty
I think that I was maybe three
When memories started following me
They called us poor and, I guess, we were -
These things will tell if you concur.
Birthday cakes with not enough candles –
Coffee cups with broken handles -
Flat irons on a cast iron stove -
Mama’s button jar – a treasure trove.
Watching Daddy choppin’ wood -
Workin’ as hard as any man could -
Times were hard, but it was said -
We kids were never underfed.
Daddy was an honest, hard workin’ man -
When there was no work we lived off the land.
Seven children were spread o’er a twenty year span –
Hard work and love walked hand in hand.
Mondays were the wash days
That kept our clothes so clean
To see them drying in a summer breeze
Was such an awesome scene.
Working in the sunshine was, sometimes, a real chore
And hands that used a rub board often became sore.
Mama made all our own Lye soap
And against that stuff no germ could cope.
And Mama was a seamstress,
The best I’ve ever seen
She would fashion all our clothing
On that pedal sewing machine.
Many things were always there
With which we had to cope
But with hard work and a faith in God
There was always hope.
Mama and Daddy didn’t have much
So, when I write my song
I’ll tell of their priceless legacy –
To know what’s right and what is wrong.
Written by John Posey
10/30/13
As I lye awake and think of you
my heart always feels so blue.
I try my best to move on, but it's hard to do
since you've been gone.
Thou my heart feels like it's bleeding, I can't
stop how I'm feeling.
People say time will heal the pain but, at times
I feel I'm going insane.
I pray to god everyday, he makes my
pain go away.
I will always love you with all my heart, and know
that one day the healing will start.
But, until that day comes around I will never forget
when we laid you in the ground.
So, please God help me understand why daddy let go of my hand.
I was a child of words,
they explained my laughter, sheltered my dreams,
gave soul and sunshine a synergy,
emotions could escape jovially, mischeviously, miraculously,
art from a wind pipe, architecture of innocence played on papyrus,
I discovered that I could lye with them to achieve absolvement,
I may lie with them to remember light in long trails of history,
poetry became my throne, my home, how my heart shown
somethng precious I could own,
from them I learned diversity of dangerous dialectics,
from them I may teach about candor and courage,
about forgiveness flown wide,
a license from Divinity, a desire from death diging in doubts,
wise warriors may make the word sword from words,
defending their lifetimes with those weapons of intellectual warfare,
I chose Poetry because She rescued me from the philistines,
where I needed meaning She gave me begining
with an oath for us both,
going forth like students entering a cathedral worthy of new psalms
She was the water I touched my forehead with
I was Her reason for season,
a whirlwind She could bless with a scream,
a man with poetics in my purpose and melody in mind,
She would shatter stars for my delight
and I will break my body for Her foresight,
for She is forthright,
and I am Her knight -
J.A.B.
In an age of the world, that was much like our own
The seeds of indifference, were rampantly sown
Compassion forgotten and equality unknown
The bounty of Earth was for one land alone
A land with such power, it bent to it's will
The tired, the hungry, the weak, and the ill
With a thirst so unyielding, It could never lye still
Though it's cup never empty,could never be filled
It spread like an inferno. yet raged like the sea
protesters were bloodied so most chose to flee
While begging for mercy, that was not to be
From a glutinous people who chose not to see
These people stood idle, did nothing to stop
Their king's hands were scarlet, But they each held a drop
For the ways of the righteous they would not adopt
They watched the world sinking, but they were on top
Soon there was nothing, no time to atone
The world was returned, to the ages of stone
And all that was learned, would never be known
A world turned to ruin, for one land alone
'Tis know wander nor em aye telling yew anything gnu,
Hour tongue is awash with homophones confounding me end ewe.
Ah, two sea thee broad expenses from a towering mountain peek;
Thee pristeen see, thee rolling veil end meandering creak.
Watt a thrill two watch thee eagle as it sores threw thee heir;
With incisive ayes it seeks its pray with indomitable flare!
Sergeants ar knowted four naming voluntears write out of thee blew,
With that knot sew subtle commend, "Eye knead you, ewe end yew!"
Watt they were volunteared fore, they haven't thee slightest clew,
Butt that is a part of army life, beeing tolled watt two dew!
Wee're tolled inn thee Good Book that inn thee grate buy-end-bye,
Wee shell awl return two dust wen it comes hour our too dye.
It can bee etched upon my stone wen my life comes two a cease:
"Though he maid grate youse of homophones, Mae he lye inn piece!"
I met the most amazing woman today
So pretty, such a looker all the way
Everything about her had me reacting
In the most sensual ways
So interesting to talk with
I hope she wants to stay
Her personality just carries my spirit out to play
The longer she stays the more I sway
Wanting her in my life more than in just a sexual way
She peeks my interest with all that she has to convey
Such a sexy lady all dressed in casual denim blue
With the ability to shake my world up
Making it feel shiny and new
So cute with her blond hair and bluish green eyes
With a body that makes my adrenalin fly
Her dad tells me that she is not about the lies
Street smart but still vulnerable enough to cry
Not the kind of woman who talks out of order or asks why
To find a lady who doesn't feel like she has to try
Or one that fits in that isn't terribly shy
Who understands what life requires to get by
As hard as I don't try
I find myself staring deep into her eyes
Wow this woman makes my heart just want to fly
I feel her inner weakness starting to comply
Our worlds inner locked like rockets launched on high
From the moment we said hi
I felt something special about her I could not just let lye
Trying not to overplay my day
Enjoying her natural foreplay dancing in such a display
Drifting away wanting to replay the whole day
She captured my heart from the very start
So beautiful funny and smart
If she was my sweetheart
No one would ever be able to pry our worlds apart
Like a shooting dart with a love potion
She calms my ocean
Putting my lonely soul into full motion
Throwing my towel in so we can begin
To know how it feels when we win
Letting her know just how I feel
Everything about her was the right feel
Not trying to reinvent the wheel
Doing it openly of her own free will
Love her smoking hot body
That just makes me want to squeal
I believe a ride with her to the top of the hill
Would make any man's spirit want to seal a love deal
I can feel her love in my heart
That came to life right from the very start
I can see us never being far apart
Now that I have found the woman who lives in my heart
Sorrow
My sorrow can swim my sorrow can fly
I’ve tried to put it to bed but my sorrow wont lye
It’s not only well hidden behind a smiling man’s eyes
It has so many places in which it resides
It’s in the flowering fields with a hundred wild horses
Soon to be given the whip and made to tread courses
It’s in the clouded young mind of an innocent youth
Hoping the prescription pills will help find inner peace and truth
It’s in the proud glaring eyes of a father watching his young children play
Wishing the moment would last forever instead of the one scheduled day
It’s in the words of a Doctor giving an expecting mother bad news
It’s in the prick of a needle by the people that use
It’s in the loud boisterous laugh of a whiskey fuelled voice
As he tries to drown sorrow with his poison of choice
It’s in the tears of a family when a loved one has passed
It’s in that Mystical River into which sorrow is cast
It’s etched deep in the hands of a working class man
Providing for his beloved family the best way he can
It’s in the heart of a coloured man ridiculed for his race
Pretty soon you’ll find sorrow written on the racist man’s face
It’s in the royal children’s hospital waiting room chair
It’s not hard to find sorrow sitting in there
It’s in the steps of an overweight ladies journey she embarks
Sick of the snickering and sneering and constant remarks
It’s in the 2 x 2 cell getting taught life’s harshest lessons
It’s in the homeless man’s trolley with all his worldly possessions
It’s with the millions of people fighting a battle inside
When you go looking for sorrow it’s not that hard to find
So when sorrow comes calling be sure to answer your phone
And acknowledge that it’s too big a beast to try and tackle alone
Endure the best way you can all of life’s undulations
Knowing that sorrows a train that will stop at all stations.
I watch you breathe,Oh' heaven sent son.
As you lye in my bed our hearts beat as one.
I dread the day you are all grown up.Not
sitting in your high chair,sipping from your cup.
I wonder when I'll have to let you go?
My love for you son will forever grow.
For now I will hold you tight.
Cradle you in my arms,As I smile with delight.
Lady laughed manic, scrubbing hands
blood stained fingers washed one another
The water, scalding, removed any trace
that evil had transpired here
Her eyes wide and wild...recounting, remembering....
...reliving...rejoicing. He lay dead, face down
Vengence surged euphoric
She whispered through smiling teeth
'You won't hurt me no more'
removing red spattered hand made dress
Naked she laughed and knelt to the splintered floor
piece by piece she pried the wood
Fumbling with foreign tools
Creating this corpses tomb
Rolling this limp, lifeless mass into the earth below
Her bruised, weary face stared down
His eyes, one stabbed, met hers as she smiled
pouring lye over his hated face and limbs
Tossing the dress down to the crypt
She grabbed the knife to follow it's path
thought better of it...keeping it gripped in hand
....a symbol of her new found strength, she couldn't part with it
Replacing planks of floorboards like jigsaw puzzle pieces
Hammering them in place to make a more familiar scene
The table was pushed over to conceal the calvary
She sat...eyes wide and wild...to a dinner made for two
she sighed...naked and relieved...slowly carving the meat
Lay your head down,
child close your eyes
enter dreams
wherever they may lye;
of someplace better
than where you lay
inside your dreams,
for you we pray.
We bow our heads
and from bleeding lips
from oft repeat
we say this:
"Lay down your head
close your eyes without fear.
Child no one can hurt you,
no not here."
So sleep child
and dream of a better day
someplace better than here,
left washed in gray.
As the raindrops fall gently from the sky
A fire rainbow appears up on high
Capture this moment as hard as I try
Take in every color as they pass by
Believing for a minute
That you know where the other end lye
All of its colorful splendor
As it dances across the sky
With this wonderful glow
As it stretches out
With the most magical flow
Deep down inside
It's not possible to let this fire rainbow go
All the love it takes for one to grow
Before the rain slowly washes
All the rainbow colors below
Don't ever let your fire rainbows slip away
Keep all their wonders tucked away
For the next fire rainbow to come your way
For it’s God’s promise for a bright shiny day
That will soon be on its way
To bring all the fire rainbow colors back out to play
LAUGH IT OFF
BERNITA THE BOLIVIAN COUGER
BERNITA SHUFFLES OVER TO THE MAKEUP COUNTER, WITH GLASSES SLIDING OFF HER NOSE AND EYES PINNED TO THE SALES GIRL LIKE A TAIL ON A DONKEY. " I'D LIKE TO RETURN THIS CHEEK POWDER MISSY, IT MAKES ME LOOK LIKE A TART ! I GET CHASED AFTER BY YOUNG MEN AND AT MY AGE I'M LIABLE TO BREAK A HIP OR WORSE, DISLOCATE MY KNEE CAP!"
THE SOFT SPOKEN GIRL LIVES ON STRINGBEAN PATIENCE EACH TIME MRS.B. REAPPEARS TO IRK HER WITH HER OLD ANTICS. WITH A SIGH SHE CREDITS HER THE PRODUCT THEN WATCHES, AS SHE PICKS UP A QUAD CANE AND HEADS FOR THE INCONTINENCE DEPT. IN A BOLIVIAN ACCENT THAT REFUSES TO LOSE ITS PATRIOT TONGUAMALASH SHE SAYS, "I'M OFF TO FIND DEPENDS. NOT A WORD ABOUT THIS TO ANYONE MISSY. A LADY SHOULD NEVER SHOW SIGNS OF LOSING HER TINKLES OR SPILLING HER BOWELS !" (HER THIN PURSED LIPS TELL ANOTHER STORY STILL, THE SALESGIRL OBLIGES)
A WEEK PRIOR, MRS. B. RETURNED A 24 HOUR LIPSTICK. THE SALES GIRL TRIED A LITTLE HUMOR THAT DAY, "IT WILL RUB OFF AFTER A FEW KISSES MRS. B., DON'T FRET, JUST ENJOY THE LIPSTICK !" (HALAS IT FELL ON DEAF EARS) MRS. B. WAS ALREADY HEADING FOR THE SOAP ISLE MUMBLING IN SOLIDARITY... "A LITTLE LYE, CAN FIXES EVERYTHING "
NEVER MIND TELLING HER THAT LYE SOAP WAS ONLY SOLD ON AMAZON THESE DAYS. THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN AS USELESS AS TELLING HER THAT "EVENING IN PARIS PERFUME" HAD BEEN DISCONTINUED SINCE 1969. "HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY MRS. B." SHE SAYS, AS SHE HEADS FOR THE COFFEE SHOP AND ORDERS HERSELF A WELL DESERVED, DOUBLE DOUBLE.
WRITTEN BY: VIENNA BOMBARDIERI AKA MYSTIC ROSE
On the crest of the sky
Where blue Irish mountains lye
Lightning strikes and greenery starts to die
Through thick, misty clouds like those from dry ice
The full moon peaks through, ideal for a pagan sacrifice
Through the mountains you walk further
And you hear from the water an unsettling murmur
The water ripples, dark and clear
But instead beauty, all you think is fear
And that something else is here
Finally a dark, snake-like tail begins to appear
The Loch Ness lifts her shimmering, scaly head
Now you feel awe instead
From a distance, she looks like an elegant, overgrown swan
But before you can blink twice, she is gone