Best Make Sense Poems
A SONG THAT WILL ONLY MAKE SENSE
TO EAST COASTERS! (CANADA)
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
We’ve been to L’Anse Meadows, explored the Labrador.
Cruised the Ponds in Gros Morne Park, fished Caplin from the shore.
Raised a glass at Crow’s Nest, saw the sunrise Cape Spear beach.
Sang along with Great Big Sea, kissed the Cod and drank the Screech.
We’ve inner tubed the Nashwaak, fly fished the Miramichi.
Been to Historic Village in the heart of Acadie.
Climbed the Big Bald mountain, walked on Fundy’s floor.
Coasted up Magnetic Hill, scoffed at the Tidal Bore!
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
Sang “Farewell to Nova Scotia|”, drank Rita’s tea as well.
Danced all night at Ceilidhs, been to the Citadel.
Strolled the shore of Baddeck Bay, where the Silver Dart took flight.
Walked the wharf called Fisherman’s, the rocks at Peggy’s Light.
Sang “Bud the Spud!” with Stompin’ Tom, watched splinters fly away.
Ate lobster at church suppers, could hardly walk away.
Picked potatoes for the farmers, back in our childhood years.
Crossed Confederation Bridge, eight miles long me dears!
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
Ellis Pringle Craig, 2024.
Hot water freezes faster than cold
Wearing layers in the heat keeps you cool
Hummingbirds are the most aggressive bird
Sometimes life doesn't make sense
There are seashell fossils on mountain tops
On Venus, a day is longer than a year
Your head ages slightly faster than your feet
Sometimes life doesn't make sense
I know I'm not perfect
And neither are we
But together we could have been
Because
Sometimes life just doesn't make sense
But what is sense
When you stop to think
A spiral like that
Could drive you to drink
You can rationalize
Justify
Make recompense
But sometimes life just doesn't make sense
“What? none of these make sense!”
None of these exist!
Does This Make Sense?
Some will find they’re at odds with opinions expressed
here, call me to account, but I color all friends
who remain in the room! When your feelings are hurt -
if your heart’s to forgive, will’s to clear each impasse,
joy’s to act in a way that shows warmth to some rhymes
(till the end of life’s breath), that expand who I am
(though blood slips bounds of banks), I aspire to that rock
as I climb from life’s beach, clear my vision of clouds,
and join aspect of stars that are light-years away.
Is perfection a reason that love gets confessed
or observed? Who dreams pearls (fools sign worth - fashion trends)
all command such an arc (this sad question’s too curt?)
when their fossilized curves serve to compost morass
at bays’ bottoms with oysters whose housing sublimes
to time’s sandstone? Is fruit from a poisoned exam
(that one cheats on) all ‘Love’ is? You need to take stock
if you think you’re not fool to believe you best crowds
of those wiser than you, aren’t Cro Magnon cliché.
Are genetics we own plus or stain on (God’s?) path?
Ours a toehold, a second (from life’s first veneer
through the moment we’re in) if earth’s hour is one day,
our whole galaxy’s fatuous footnote, a tag
in the grand scheme of things! And we’re plum in God’s eye?
Did the dinosaurs sin to imagine God’s Grace
was theirs too in the millions of years they held reign?
God! One day all got stoned! Did they brag they were clay
formed, a likeness of God that He kissed with life’s breath?
Some may claim that “The one thing I’m sure of is death,”
but they’re kidding themselves. Our acts can’t earn their way!
“Souls are real!” “Death is real!” Both aspire to less pain,
but ‘Lights Out’ is a window our fingers can’t trace.
It’s in ‘faith’ all approach to greet exit and try.
Does the Atheist go to his fate smoking f*g?
Do Believers who die win gold rings in some way?
Do Agnostics escape faith who think truth’s most dear?
May God’s Justice get served, steeped in Grace, not earned wrath!
Brian Johnston
7th of March in 2021
I think ill make something new!
Something somewhat different with the words i spew!
Something about lost love to be found.
That will end up driven right into the ground.
Or in a box called lost but not found.
Or make something about death so hollow and sad.
So sad it will move the hardest prison grad.
Graduet.
Get it?
But anyways maybe not.
Maybe ill write a story of a baller getting shot.
But yeah ill probly not.
Whats on your mind though?
Have you got the time to find the time then let it go.
Just grab a notebook and let it flow.
Its like riding on a breeze nice and slow.
Like flying a kind real low.
Its easy unless its not simple.
Like when you use big words to sound obedient.
Which only rymes with words like expedient.
I dont even know what that means, i just threw it into the ingredients.
Sounds like a word thats rather deviant.
I like to build my poems like a subservient structure.
Im loosing it so bad my brains about to rupture.
This write sucks it doesnt make any sense.
Hence.
The reason im on the damn fence.
Becuase nothing i seem to do.
Seems to make sense.
What you did was wrong
You suffocated it in all thats white
You then let it burn up
You let it melt
You took your knife
You Cut it open
Im sorry poor unborn chickies
This guy wanted his oatmeal:Quick
So lets make sense of what you did:
Its all wrong!
**For my vegetarian buddies=) Im no veggie Girl But i think you do a good cause=p**
I am playing a note never played before
The sweetest thing I ever heard
If I string a few together
And share with spoken word
I will have a song and a melody
finding the beat from within
it will be nurtured in my heart
where the magic just begins
I am looking at a color never seen before
That suddenly awakens my eyes
Bolder then any flower grown before
Mother natures’ surprise
Sights and sounds ever changing
I see a melody clear
And listen so closely
As they gently enter my ear
I am smelling a scent
Never smelled before
The essence of life perceived
Awakened on this beautiful day
If my senses are to be believed
loving someone doesn't mean you have to be with that someone
...because sometimes "fate" plays a fool on us and we're not ment to be togethr
but then again...
the hardest thing to do is watch someone you love ,
love someone else...
does that make sense/
Boy 1 was such a good person He deserved the perfect woman
Boy 1 was talking to girl 1
But girl 1 was with boy 2
But boy 2 kept breaking girl 1’s heart
Boy 1 had encountered some of the most evil women ever
Girl 1 went to boy 1
after girl 1 broke up with boy 2
But girl 1 didn’t know who to choose
Boy 1 had been talking to other girls
Just in case such as girls 2 and 3
But boy 1 forgot about girl 3
And decided to stick with girls 1 and 2
Girl 1 was very confused
So boy one went to girl 2
But boy 1 and girl 1 had a lot of history with eachother
Boy 1 wanted her
But he wanted her now
Boy 1 and girl 2 had a lot in common but
It wasn’t enough
Boy 1 finally went on a date with girl 1
After…girl 1 still had feeling s for boy 2
So she went back with boy 2
And left boy 1 lonely
Boy 1 tried to talk to girl 2 again
But girl 2 is who he want s to talk to now
Boy 1 as of right now is alone…
Love doesn’t make sense……
but what of girl 4....
is there a chance?????
Urnestly, I search for words
buried beneath the veneer.
The rite way to ashes and grief.
Contained in a purple jar,
her only tear— a hoarder's memory.
Death makes no sense, the
bed relied upon— a cramped space
in the dark, not at all
what I was expecting.
No marker with flowers.
Her jar’s become a place of “cheers.”
Dad’s tears plink into his afterglow martini.
10/15/2021
Why should it make sense?
Nothing else ever has.
One morning
I got up
Hungry
For something
I knew not what
I made breakfast
Drank some snarling coffee
And turned on the news
And what did I see
Talking heads
Sprouting lies
Nonsense words
Gibberish
Nightmarish phrases
Nothing makes sense
Politicians
Sporting forth
Spinners spinning spin
Huskers hustling their hustle
Selling me a bunch of goods
And I did not want to buy it
I scream
My soul was not for sale
And I listened hard
Looking for the truth
Noting but lies
Coming out of hideous beasts
Barking words
Noise some noises and lies
Snarling disgusting lies
I sit there
Transfigured
Hypnotized by the overwhelming
Stench of the bull ****
Coming out of the TV set
I stood up
Smashed the TV set
With my boot
Trying to set myself free
From its hold on me
Men in black suits
Surround me
Put me on black helicopters
Taking me somewhere
I scream to no avail
No one listens to me
Just more noise
Coming out of the TV set
And I go out
Into the dark night
I was told
I was suffering
From a disease
I was insane
I could not longer
Understand
What was being said
To me
I asked my tormentors
What is the truth
They laugh
Smiled with evil grins
On their bloated faces
They begin to torture me
Because they could
Forcing me to watch
The President speak
Over and over again
Again and again
The same words
Black is white
White is black
The President is always right
Freedom is an illusion
Lies make you free
And it dawned on me
And I laughed
As I escaped the programming
Of the universe
And I was free
Truth and lies
Are the same
Everything are nothing
But dangerous delusions
As I jump out of the window
Into the night
I vowed I would
See the President
In hell
As I die
I am free
Good God almighty
Free of their lies
At last
I have a hole in my heart and I'm not sure where it starts. Everything used to make so much sense to me, now I'm not sure who I'm going to be. It could just be part of growing up, because this feeling has came before, let's fill up another cup. let's drink to the way life used to be, and how life is now to you and me. when we get older, let's hope we still stand shoulder next to shoulder. I know life with you is the only thing that helps me make it through. the ups and downs of this life have us riding on a never ending roller coaster, with every up always leads a huge fall down. I have faith in us that we can make it through it all, because once every down fall has fell leads another rise up that can bring us another time that we don't have to dwell. So I'll stay with you for as long as forever, and hope that we will never say never.
Knowledge equals power
and money is what I work for the hour
So Im paying to play a game that I can
not win well it doesn' make cents
The world is mine yet they trying to
give me time it doesn't make sense
Go to school for a great career
yet they try to deprive me of my education
It doesn't make sense
Well I would like to say to this system
your a hypocrite
Complaining about a debt you can never pay off
so more taxes and then you spend billions
for more funerals this really doesn't make sense
So you plotting to kill us before
you cut the cord
and then raise the rent so meals seem
kind of scarce the only making cents
is treasury so treasure these
One finger for you and one for me
Peace and Unity
Things don't always have to make sense because no one makes the rules
I can say and do things the way i want because i do what I choose
God has given me free will so who are you to take that away
There is no established rules when it comes to what i do and say
There does exist a right way but i want to take a different route
That's what makes us different from what comes up out of our mouths
What i do may not makes sense to you because that's what makes me, me
No two people are the same so you may not could see what i see
What you find tacky and ugly i might find as a treasure
What you find boring and sad might bring me untold pleasure
No one can dictate or tell another how to be
The one dictating might care a lot while the other one is care free
I'm easily amused and happy and can see a whole lot out of nothing
Just because a person has their ducks in a roll don't mean they actually have something
Maybe i like being weird and i might at times seem dense
But i really don't care that much about everything making sense.