Best Make It Clear Poems
Four “Golden Girls” seated at a table
Grey streaks our hair, but minds remain stable
Convention is underway
Michael has something to say
He opens our meeting with a fable
It’s about a tortoise that beats a hare
Some of the “fast writers” begin to glare
Joyce, Francine and Barbara know
It takes time for verse to grow
We’re the queens of rewriting; this we swear
Iolanda’s introduced to read her book
“Lava of my Soul,” no gobbledygook
We’re mesmerized by each line
At the end we toast with wine
Joyce says, “Now those words took some time to cook.”
It’s Karen’s turn to read “Silent Whispers”
We see tears falling into John’s whiskers
“Tears of joy,” Francine exclaims
For Karen’s Best Seller fame
Applause rings out from grateful listeners
After the “meet and greet” it’s nearly dawn
The crowd starts to thin as our comrades yawn
Joyce, Francine call it a night
But Barbara still sits upright
We two remain when most others are gone
One poet called us “Late Night Cockroaches”
This indignity did not encroach us
We call ourselves “LNCs”
Awake in wee hours with ease
Waiting for our princes to approach us
That’s when the James Brothers draw near
Peranteau and Fraser, to make it clear
With two erotic writers
LNCs pull “all nighters”
Knowing that we can propose; it’s Leap Year!
*Entry for Michael’s “A Table of Four” contest
At my table: Carolyn Devonshire
Joyce Johnson
Francine Roberts
Barbara Gorelick
First off let's make it clear I ain't funny
And I don't start conversations out with bonjour
But there comes a time in every mans life
Where he needs a good Man-icure
When you hit the age of me on the same feet
It's time to give the old dogs a break
Empty out your calendar this will take all day for sure
And you don't want distractions in the way
Cause when the hair on your toes could keep an Eskimo clothed
And carpet his whole family's igloo
That's when you know it's time to call up your Bro's
And go visit an Asian or two
A pedicure for a man to remove the toe jam
Like they would weapons of mass destruction
But let's not call it a date cause that just sounds gay
Let's say outing or a manly luncheon
Like a kid in a candy store given chocolate galore
With no earthly thoughts of calories
Signed up for the 5 gold star plan soon to be a new man
Where you're bound to not recognize me
From hot wax to cream to all things in between
Why they even buffed my buff
From bottom to top they did the whole lot
And yes I liked it...thank you very much
As we went through the day the new me being made
Rolling me from dock to dock
Then came to the time we stopped short of a dime
When they wanted to give me a bikini WHAT?!?
That's where I drew the line there's just some things I find
That a Manly Man would never stand
We went back to the front, that's enough of this lunch!
THAT gold star wasn't in my plan
Would I do it again? All you gotta do is say when...
But next time round believe me
When it comes to the stars I'll stop at the 4
Which I believe is the boxer instead of bikini
What is it about me that gives you the impression that I am just your average
sleazy, easy, breezy, from the hood who can't possibly get ahead in life unless
you are by my side.???
Is there a note written across my forehead that reads:
"Warning,
do not respect
always neglect and,
never expect any goodness from this creature unless
legs are open and ready for business?
Does my azz have a "grab me" sign stuck to it
or is that what you would allow a strange man to do
to your daughter
to squeeze your mothers breast or are
the words "touch me" tattooed
across my chest?
Do my eyes unconsciously tell you to come over and try to slowly
slide down my panties
with your,
ridiculous lies
heard too many times
from too many guys
who've more than once tried
to get in between
or better yet inside
my thighs.?
Don't get me wrong, I'm being so sincere
I just wanna make it clear that
there is something that you hear
if my body tells you action like the movie genre
or do I look different in every scene like a world
premiere.?
Is bich my name in another language or,
do you see hoe somewhere on my birth certificate?
Am I not worth more than a single letter?...Ay!
or did I somehow give birth to you? Ay Ma!
Do my features confuse you or would you really prefer
a man...."Man".
How can my body speak a language that I have yet to hear?
Well before you get the wrong idea, let me make this clear.
When my azz say "grab me", that really just a lie
If my eyes say "come here" they really mean goodbye
Don't guess my name just ask and I'll let you know
and whatever my forehead region reads is just a bad typo.
It should go something like.... Always respect, never neglect, and only expect
greatness from this Queen no matter what her pulchritude screams.
The media degrades her as society points its finger and laughes
all the while she's searching for your support
the support
of her father
brother,
her son,
lover.
Why? Because she is yours....
Your mother,
Your Daughter,
Your sister, and
Your Lover.
So...why not?
Love her,
Honor her,
See her for who she really is and
not for what her body says.
Oh tender caring loving heart
To build this fortress round you start
Protecting you from further pain
would doom to never love again
Fly your flag upon the hill
Recall the past but present fill
Find in each day, loves embrace
Into the mist, sorrow chase
As day and night emit their charm
Share dark and light, don't be alarmed
Let goodness grow in all you do
Each day of life can be like new
Oh tender caring loving heart
Strength and beauty are your mark
Revealed in every step you take
Joy and happiness you'll make
Sunrise, sunset beauty seek
Climb to every mountain peak
Shout to all around you're here
Make it sing, make it clear
Find the power deep within
Live and love, new life begins
Oh tender caring loving heart
Rise again and never part
A fatherless generation
153 million or more
Abandoned and forgotten
Desperate and poor
A prisoner to hopelessness
Everyday so full of fear
In this chaotic world they live in
Nothing is ever clear
Could one soul make a difference..
If one could bring love near?
I've seen a thousand pictures
That can't escape my mind
Children without futures,
special needs of every kind
So much pain and suffering
And none of it makes sense
Orphans weary and distressed
In the present tense
So forgive me, my friends
if this sounds intense...
But I'm gonna say this loud
to make it clear
We've got to be doers
we can't disappear
We really need to care
let's remove excuse and fear
You and me are the difference
If we bring love near!
Today precious babies
Are abandoned with HIV or Downs
The world sees them as broken
Unwanted, lost and unfound
I pray there'll rise an advocate
Who refuses to let this be
So I'm gonna say this loud
to make it clear
We've got to be doers
we can't disappear
We really need to care
let's remove excuse and fear
You and me are the difference
if we bring love near!
In another country
That seems so far away
A teenage orphaned princess
Is aging out today
Someone needs to cry out
This sex-trade tragedy is not ok
So will you say this loud
to make it clear
We've got to be doers
we can't disappear
We really need to care
let's remove excuse and fear
You and me are the difference
if we bring love near!
Let's advocate loud, and not disappear
If we really care, we can bring love near!
~Lyric Man
Note: This is a write about the plight of fatherless orphans in our world. My passion is caring for hurting, vulnerable children. I use every resource I have to advocate internationally. I pray my life will be used to make a difference!
What a load of malarkey I just read...
befuddled in disarray inside his head,
but let me make it clear. The message I see
is a misguided statement left for you and me.
It's another 'Hey diddle diddle' moment
for the chap who writes in riddle.
Who gave women the right to breed, he wrote...
taking the chance of birth defects. What the heck!
That kind of mulish thinking I cannot promote,
but since it's his right to post as he may,
I shall take the opportunity to also have a say.
God gave women the right to breed,
in the ability to grow within them a seed.
If He wanted an embryo to proclaim,
"I'll risk being born with half a brain.
and risk the life of my mother, too,"
He'd given them voice before they were born.
Audacious statements made by those who oppose
the will of the Ancient of Days.
That would label them as 'one of those...'
A shortsighted man who'd take such a stand,
thinking he knows best what is wrong or right.
How would he handle having a womb with eggs.
Maybe he would consider soldering shut his legs.
A blowhard whose mother suffered giving birth
for she made the choice to feel the burden of pain.
If she knew what she'd bred,
would she value his worth?
A Poem of Sex
A poem of sex
But not in this text
I just used this title to see
~
If you would come
Looking for fun
And open this poem by me
~
You will not find
Words of that kind
No moaning passionate steam
~
Two of the night
Not in this write
All of these verses are clean
~
Lips locking soft
Hearts now aloft
Maybe what you did expect
~
Candlelight flame
Screaming a name
Glistening skin, beads of sweat
~
Sensual sighs
Quivering thighs
Erotic moments to trace
~
Euphoric throes
Fingers and toes
Sorry you’re in the wrong place
~
None of that here
Let’s make it clear
Nary a stanza reflects
~
Words that you see
Written by me
Titled, “A Poem of Sex”
Well, it is against the rules...right?
I want to wish you, Happy Birthday.
But, it's really quite a chore!
In the past, it was real easy,
but, it isn't anymore!
All those years we spent together,
were a treasure, to behold!
The joy of being with you,
made it easy growing old!
We shared so many happy times,
and had some tough times too!
Whenever, I had doubts or fears,
I could always count on you!
You were my rock and fortress!
My strength, when I was weak!
Knowing you were always there,
whenever times were bleak!
All that's in the past now,
but, let me make it clear!
You'll always be my one true love,
though you're no longer here!
True love leaves a memory,
that no one else can steal!
Death, leaves a heartache,
that no one else can heal!
So, Happy Birthday, sweetheart,
as you look down from above.
Although my heart is aching,
I send you all my love!
Posted: 03/29/14
If I've failed to make it clear before, perhaps you've never known
you'll share my shoulder in your storm, I'll lean against yours, too
I should have told you long ago, or did you always know?
A harbor's light, you shined for me, when winter's storms had come
Friend you are, in rain or shine, across two restless seas
Like you, I've faced the darkest times, and you were there for me
A wave would come, and we survived, and stronger we became
Bridge of friendship, gave us hope, and gave us rope to cling
Through the years, we've taken turns, when life would bring despair,
troubled times, were when we've learned a friend is always near
Water never flows with ease, a lesson we have learned
I have seen it high, you've seen it low, but we've made it to the shore
Will we drown, our ship go down?.....I think we'd both say no
Ease your mind, and I will find a way to let you know
Your troubled journey, is my own, you'll never sail alone
Mind the bow,.... and I will row, until we sail on home
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For the contest sponsored by Kelly Deschler "I Love Rock N' Roll
"Bridge Over Troubled Waters" by Simon and Garfunkel
When then sun sets east on a western shore
as the clouds laugh in the sky
I will call your name as I close door
taking time to wonder why
In the second chance that I come to find
when the moon sings on the sea
I will thank the stars that I left behind
standing right in front of me
Walking to the place that we call our own
with a daisy in my hand
Hoping that this bloom will correct the tone
that you'll somehow understand
And I feel the breeze of a twilight dream
as the trees begin to pray
Falling to their knees down along the stream
in a soft believing way
Then as nature calls in a whispered voice
so that only you can hear
I contend that I having not a choice
now decide to make it clear
For you are the one I've been looking for
with my eyes now opened wide
To seed the flow we have found before
like the calming evening tide
Just like lemon pie on a Sunday drive
sweet as anything we know
When the choir sings as the crowds arrive
hoping that the truth will show
That you are my one, truly only need
for time has stood it's due
Just takes these words I have penned to read
I am so in love with you
while the
To stand before the one I love
and tell her how much i care
To gently whisper in her ear
that I'll always be there
To give her things like diamond rings
and play her favorite songs
To hold her hand and sit next to her
be with her all day long
To close my eyes and think of her
when she is away
To bow my head and clasp my hands
and for her fervently pray
When I'm alone I'm sure to phone
just to hear her voice
Impress her ear and make it clear
that she's my one and only choice
And when she bids me that I may
have her in wedded bliss
Then thank God for his kindness
for giving me all this
A Parody for Soupers based on the song, 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town.'
You better not shout
You better not sigh
You better not pout
I'm telling you why...
PS Admin is makin' the rounds
They are bound
to be making a list
and checkin' it twice
They're keepin' tabs on who's naughty and nice
They'll know when you cause trouble
Someone will pimp you out
They'll take action on the double (not)
Asking, "What is this all about?"
You better not bully
Or use a curse word
Cuz in Poetry Soup
You'll be labeled a turd
You better not be a troll
Cuz it's a crime
Harassment takes a toll
Even if it's done in rhyme
PS Admin wants poets to have a goal
To be nice to each other without blocking
If you do you may find a lump of coal
In the toe of your Christmas stocking
You better not fire your gun
Then your comment gets deleted
That's called a 'hit and run'
An offense that shouldn't be repeated
PS Admin always reads what you're typing
Sent from your IP address
So, you better stop all your griping
Or your account they will repossess
You better not be cruel and mean
Or you'll find yourself in a deep abyss
Kicked out for being a drama king or queen
Having PS Admin's butt to kiss
Every story has two sides
Sometimes they believe the wrong one
The one where the snide villain hides
After their dirty work has been done
They frown on those who harp on negativity
Team Poetry Soup finds it rather banal
For which some among us have a proclivity
In other words, to make it clear, Don't be a.n.a.l
You better not write of hate
It's best not to be accused
So if some of you can relate
It's better known as being abused
If guilty, you'll get nuttin' for Christmas
But if you insist on being bad
There'll be no POTD for you on Christmas
If you make PS Administrators mad
You don't have to worry about Santa Claus
Just don't make Team Poetry Soup frown
Or you'll get kicked out for breaking their laws
Cuz they have the power to shut you down
The Fool sat listening as her sweet words filled the air
each nuanced syllable sending chills through his body,
each glance cast upon him, a moment of eternal ecstasy.
Does this fool not hear me, the Queen thought to herself.
I’ve spoken in plain speech that even a fool should understand,
If not my words than my glares should make it clear.
She speaks to me he thought to himself,
but how can this be, she is the Queen
and I, with nothing, am but a mere worthless, meaningless Fool.
Just because I smile at him on occasion, he thinks there is more.
Yes, his hugs are warm, and candies are sweet,
but he must know he means nothing to me.
Pansies, roses, lilies, all but fading flowers.
Compared to her beauty they pale and hide in the shadows,
but she never refuses them, when I pick them for her she smiles.
More flowers, a sweet gesture, why does he give them to me?
Doesn’t he know this could never be, her lips curl gently.
She looks down at the flowers unable to look into his eyes, fool, she thinks.
I, the lonely Fool, the lonely fool, beneath my smiling mask,
I listen to her words that sting, but feel the warmth of her touch.
I bathe in her beautiful eyes yet feel the pain each time she turns away.
…I am such a fool!
He is a fool, my Fool, he is always there for me, good or bad.
Even in my cruelty he listens, with respect, without judging.
I wish for his happiness. I wish him love, I wish things could be different
…for this caring, beautiful Fool.
12/27/2017
Harsh realities all these years
Most playin’ to our key fears
With loud voices tryin’ to limit our choices
Keep our heads clear
A window opens when a door closes
Be open to change like my man Moses
Make your thinkin’ side
Listen to its spirit guide
If you feel it stand your ground
Wake up and look around
Walk upright and work for truth
Live in God’s light, James 1:2
Serve what you hold dear
And fight to make it clear
Do what you have to do
Live in God’s light, James 1:2
You won’t find me in a lion’s den
But I’m watchin’ out for my fellow man
It’s a privilege for us to take care of our earthly home
But if we sit back with our loop-holes
We’ll end up a rock in space with no souls
What a waste, what a blow, pray it isn’t so
If you feel it stand your ground
Wake up and look around
Walk upright and work for truth
Live in God’s light, James 1:2
Serve what you hold dear
And fight to make it clear
Do what you have to do
Live in God’s light, James 1:2
Keep tryin’ to shine line upon
How we love a healthy, loving world for all to live on
If you feel it stand your ground
Wake up and look around
Walk upright and work for truth
Live in God’s light, James 1:2
Serve what you hold dear
And fight to make it clear
Do what you have to do
Live in God’s light, James 1:2
Harsh realities all these years
Most playin’ to our key fears
There are no cogs, springs, wheels, or gears inside of me.
I'm a flawed human whose mind and heart often disagree.
I don't have parts, interior mechanisms like those inside a clock.
but if my heart makes a decision, my mind puts up a roadblock.
There's no symbiosis between them, nor a willingness to agree.
Each day is a struggle for me, from which I cannot break free.
Mechanical parts of a washing machine sometimes need repair,
but when heart and mind are at odds, it's a hardship I must bear.
It's pugilistic sparring and I'm overwhelmed with doubt and fears
because I'm the one who always gets hurt, bringing me to tears.
I can't get through to my heart, and simply cannot make it clear
to a stubborn mind that tunes out what it doesn't want to hear.
I've pleaded and tried bartering but neither one will take heed.
I've accused them both of having an ego and an attitude of greed.
The interior machinations of my mind and heart often malfunction.
My heart seeks love, while my mind is smug with selfish unction.
I can't really remember when the last time was, they ever agreed.
They're an enigma, each one having its own beliefs and creed.