Best Main Poems
I do not always stay on top of the mountain
The room is empty, tears produce no sound
The silence answered with deep thoughts
Grief feels like to drown in the depths of darkness
In my quietest and lonely moments
As the black chords in a sad play
10.06.2016
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(On the state of American Poetry- A Non-Poem Poem )
I'm Poet Laureate Of Main Street.
They voted. I won.
' came down to me and the kid whose dog craps on everyone's lawns.
His poem was about a missing red crayon; mine: the stop-sign someone stole from the corner of Elm and Main (I think I know who did it too).
Is it coincident both poems are about loss?
Probably not. Poetry is at it's best when expressing loss.
He'll probably win the position back next year with a weepy poem about not having been chosen Poet Laureate Of Main Street.
That's fine with me, as long as he keeps that damn dog in his own yard.
The fulgent grace of your soul dazzles.
A tenuous foothold of a fragile love.
How could you love me so ardently?
Consider me treacherous and dreary.
A fierce fire burns my soul.
A life unquiet, never submissive.
Your gentle placid nature shines.
Quietly you ask: "Why do you love me?"
I hedge, cough, lower my head,
And retort: "How do you love me?"
She is sage, subtle and shrewd.
"As much as you allow me to."
My heart will wear the heaviness for years.
In lady like manner, she leaves,
never looks back, tall and graceful,
she walks down the main street
like a grand dame, much to my regret.
I deserve no better until I learn
the meaning of true love.
When youth sets us beautifully aglow
to soar on the swift wings of a sparrow,
and altough the unknown may frighten us:
we will not stop from living out those dreams,
because we are the constant seekers
bolder than the soldiers of fortune
willing to stare in the face of events that'll follow,
be in the incognito and confront fate alone...
Our main reason for being here
is to accomplish unthinkable and amazing things;
to start where the smallest dream begins,
and make it grow by taking the giant steps of an achiever...
We should never fear the challenges that lie ahead,
but is it worth to step back and not speedly act...
imagining of the wonderful visions
of the the unseen tomorrow that
rampantly flourish inside our impatient head?
Will we fall from the flaming,crimson sky
and grope our way to a passing cloud above
with the certainty of having found love,
or will we quickly come down to earth and die?
Which one is better: being a disillusioned dreamer,
who can still dream,or a sullen-looking miser?
Our main reason for being here
is to love with grace and intensity,
and have the willingness to break down
the ugly and horrible barriers of alienation;
and finally let all thoughts flow in without diversity,
to discover who we really are...
Linda, (aka PD) is a bright star
in our poetic galaxy
Her poems have depth and passion
Making her words shine bright
She is one of the main ingredients here on the soup
Giving spice to the words she pens
She has a love and passion for the unicorn
One of her favorite creatures
If need be PD can slam you hard
With words that cut deep
Hence the name Poet Destroyer
But under the veil of that moniker is a sweet person
She is the rose in the garden
Whose petals glisten in the light
With her positive comments
She brings beauty to our poetic world
For the- Appreciation of PD- contest
5- 15- 2013
Looking at my reflection
In a pool of water,
my face appeared oblong
as the quivering breeze
created ripples across the surface,
for a moment as I pondered
I spy a glimpse of the future,
looking up at me!
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Benefit,
A Nature of trade,
Business,
Utilization of skills,
To produce goods,
For a maintenance,
A Chain of Supply,
The prosperity of demand,
Business has a main target,
A person managed for it.
Weapons,
A trade mark,
For a safety,
And for a crime,
If a soldier uses it,
Demand is permitted granted,
If it is useful for civil,
What is crime reduction?
Is it not useful?
For promotions.
If weapons are for safety,
That’s are for Army,
Weapons are useful,
If an enemy threats,
Someone’s National Security,
If corrupted officers,
Helps smugglers to smuggle weapons,
Is it not a challenge for peace?
Is it not in use for promotions?
High crime-rate is whose demand?
Do you want to live in peace?
Ask them for weapon’s ban,
Civil liberty has no meaning,
Until weapons are in civil hands.
Nobody can control crime rate,
Nobody can stop demand,
Nobody can challenge supply,
Nobody can see a benefit is threat,
A danger for peace,
A danger for civil liberty.
She has abounding beauty and long may it stay,
Far deeper than looks,
It keeps aging at bay,
For she is a fair maiden,
The cream of the crop,
As sweet as ice cream, with a cherry on top,
She seeks but a man to complete her life,
To stand by her side through trouble and strife,
But good men are rare as rare as fine gold,
And she needs one quickly before she grows old,
A man of good breeding, to make her smile every day,
Who will bring rays of sunshine and make clouds fade away,
Oh what should she do as ‘Players' abound,
She just wants a man who’s as sound as a pound,
Well here is the secret, go heed my advice,
Just find a man who is much more than nice,
You find a man who is not so unkind,
As to make love to your body, before making love to your mind,
Talk about carts before horses, talk about gain before pain,
Such habits of men can drive women insane,
Yes the main course should be mind, through the meeting of hearts,
As two become one, now that’s where it starts,
But men are so vain, so they suffer in pain,
But suffer they do and suffer they should,
Until they understand, they must cut out the hurt,
They must savor the main course, long before the desert.
at the same time seen
dawn and dusk on the same earth
matter of regions
same thing few say good
few say bad few say nothing
main thing's likes dislikes
it's God's creation
our hummer upon ourselves
we use and fight on
Main Clause Santa Claus
His mates- Subordinate Clause
His North Polish Nationality- Noun Clause
Interested in empty stocking-Adjective Clause
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December 11, 2014
Form: Clerihew
Tenth Place Win
Contest by Andrea
Each day foul critters infest our house
Though not by slipping in like a mouse
We just press a button
Or buy a subscription
To get news wrote or spoke by a louse
These creatures of the two legged kind
Try hard each day to persuade our mind
With sly information
That helps the causation
Of the falling apart of mankind
They tout the need for unearned welfare
Claim hard earned profits are so unfair
And granting amnesty
Is a good policy
Plus growing our debt is fine they swear
For those who work hard earning their way
Give what they can and put some away
Are sick of the slackers
Prodded by the backers
Whose aim is using half truths to sway
It’s hard to ignore those talking heads
But it’s not right to tear them to shreds
Yet there’s a solution
And with execution
We can spread liberty in their stead
We’ll put Obama pic’s and golf caps
Along with a taped speech that he yapped
In a human sized crate
Coz it’s time to create
A main stream media Have-A-Heart trap
Like it or not, these traps are humane
But anyways, we’ll have much to gain
So, once we have caught
All those who have brought
Disinformation causing brain drain
We’ll squeeze all of them in through a pipe
Along with politicians who hype
Irrationality
And immorality
Into a sphere of the livable type
In there they can tax to the extreme
And promote their harmful fairness schemes
But when they’re out of dough
They will lip read our NO!
Since their bubble is a sound proof dream!
Out upon the Spanish Main it roared
The storm reached out its cold hands to catch
Crashing waves they beat against the board
Quickly now they battened every hatch
Spray and wind groaned, lashing at the sails
The creaking and bending of the mast
Will God hear our muffled shouts and wails?
Hear us Lord; let not this be our last
Time had given them another flight
Henry yelled and hailed his storm soaked crew
Through the pitch black darkness of the night
Churning, boiling, blackened tempest grew
Should they expect gallantry and good?
Henry’s ships strained against the gale
This time they did what good men should
Through trials and storm they would not fail
Portobello plucked from evil hands
On the ships of former pirates sailed
Who joined hands to win from other lands
In great shouts of victory they hailed
In his new life he employed good men
Henry’s lasting monument they cast
By good works of men we live again
Not stopped or ruined by what had past
His legacy lives on true today
Remembered for good he did to tame
Rather than mistakes he made one day
Though he had to brave the Spanish Main
Chahat main sambhlnay ka karina to sikha do,
Mushkil main bohat hoon zara jeena to sikha do,
Kiyoun chand say chehray pay baysakoni ki fiza hai
Ankhoon main chupi pyaas ko peena to sikha do,
Main sham dhalay aoon darwazay ko khula rakhna,
Dahleez pay bhi shama ko pighalna to sikha do,
Zakhmoon pe marham rakh ky kuch der to behlao,
Aur daman main howay chhedo’n* ko sena to sikha do..
(chhedo’n;holes)
Shabeeb Hashmi
Henry Morgan is my name
Being a pirate is my fame
A landlubber wasn't for me
Fortunes were made at sea
From port and starboard cannons roar
Through Spanish ships cannonballs tore
Strike your colors or face our scorn
Cutlass and pikes will make you regret being born
Merchant ships we looted, plundered and sank
Prisoners were ransomed or walked the plank
Raiding West Indies settlements was fun
Loved the pieces of eight, wenches, and rum
The Governor shivered at night in bed
His King put a price on my head
Buccaneers way were over or face harm
Keep on and you will swing from the yardarm
Poetry Contest: A storm on the Spanish Main
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Sir Henry Morgan,
Nickname "Barbadosed"
born 1635,
died 25 August 1688 (age 53)
The Pirate Who Invaaded Panama in 1671
Buccaneer and pirate, admiral and general, country gentleman and planter, custos and judge of the court of Vice-Admiralty, governor and knight ¬ all are titles he held
These crimes are committed by disarrangement,
the follow of the clue lies on the piece of her-
hallowing entertainment,
she is egalitarian,
she is fly,
but the needle goes high,
blind like pie,
imploding like lines...
The loaded sounds disrupt-
permeating throughout the club-
swinging at love,
it gets floated enough,
I shoot it in stuff,
but buff for buff-
I'm beatin' it,
lucky dove.