Best Make Waves Poems
Once I'm gone
I'll only be remembered a small while
I'm a tiny tick on a large dial
The words I breathe will stretch about a mile
Even those who are in history books
the Kings writers and famous cooks
The gorgeous people with talent and looks
They too in the end fade away
Don't get me wrong it's all okay
We might try to hold on but none of us can stay
All have a bit part
on this watery ball of granite and clay
Some are calm others make waves
One smooth skinned another shaves
She loves him while he's attracted to Dave
They both pretend because they have to behave
Each in their own prison living like a slave
The preacher too plays his part
trying to find people to save
Some couples love from the start till death
She breathes in he exhales her breath
Their children thrive Bobby and Beth
While some mothers go it alone
Daddies leave and are never known
Children left to learn life from a smart phone
Some chase riches when other just want to eat
Walking on pretty shoes while poor men have cracked feet
The music plays so clearly yet we fail to hear the beat
So I wonder what's it all for
This wanting more and more
Is that really God knocking at our door
Yes it is I believe it at my core
So why do we leave it closed
Maybe because we fear our sins will be exposed
a life manicured and posed
could be unfroze
Freedom from each prison chose
Instead why not drink from the garden hose
Wear our humanity
discard these labeled clothes
Count down the future with fingers and toes
Within a momentary breath each spirit goes
As minds open each heart then grows
What happens next only God knows!
On an early spring morning, butterflies
flutter among dancing leaves,
While windsongs float within a breeze
As the monarch flies
In a field long forgotten,
Purple cues in orchid motifs
welcome the gift of spring
with sun kissed glee
When the wind blows,
Soft scarlet flutters of
hummingbirds in flight
caress a flower with wings,
as petals make waves
like ripples in the pond
Beyond the breakers, on distant shores
a sunset serenade,
with rainbow colored camouflage,
plays a sunset lullaby.
7-28-19
20 Titles From 20 Friends Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
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Early Spring Morning ----------- Paul Callus
Butterflies ----------- Sara Kendrick
Dancing Leaves ------------ Heidi Sands
Windsongs ------------ Nette Onclaud
Within a Breeze ----------- Sandra Adams
As The Monarch Flies ----------- Charles Messina
In A Field Long Forgotten ------ Eve Roper
Purple Cues in Orchid Motifs ---- Vijay Pandit
The Gift of Spring ------ Sandra Haight
Sun Kissed ------ Jennifer Proxenos
When The Wind Blows ------- Darlene De Beaulieu
Soft Scarlet Flutters ------- Connie Marcum Wong
Hummingbirds In Flight ------- Jan Allison
A Flower With Wings -------- Kim Rodrigues
Ripples In The Pond -------- Laura Lu
Beyond The Breakers --------- Andrea Dietrich
Distant Shores --------- Alexis Y.
Sunset Serenade --------- Victor Buhagiar
Rainbow Colored Camouflage -- Laura Leiser
Sunset Lullaby --- Janice Canerdy
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The spiders were crawling into her eye sockets but she was okay with it
Like she had been okay with the mouse biting her big toe
And the cobra hissing loudly into her right ear
She was okay with everything; not wanting to make waves.
No! I said. I do not believe it
But I had not met her
She had been taught to be compliant
She was polite to a fault.
She expected nothing good to happen,
And she was not disappointed.
What if you pushed her off a cliff I asked
Would she scream or go quietly?
She screamed all the way to the water.
Too bad she drowned before I could tell her how proud I was.
new nation to craft
founding fathers sought to draft
a declaration of independence
document that made sense
Thomas Jefferson sought to free slaves
but was warned not to make waves
five of thirteen colonies
he had to appease
breaking from British rule
ignited a duel
with each colonial delegate
expressing their regret
they could not sign
they would not find
all men of equal value
heated debate ensued
withdrawn from the declaration
with misgivings and trepidation
eighty-six more years would pass
until the slaves were freed at last
Lincoln paid a high price
when he acted against advice
signing an emancipation proclamation
brought civil war to a nation
twenty percent of our population
lay dead, a chilling affirmation
we failed to see what was right
every color worth as much as white
though the war is formally over now
discrimination we still allow
Talmadge Branch was just one case *
where service was denied by race
Ku Klux Klan remains active too
wounds once healed open anew
and the battle for human rights
fear and hatred still ignites
* In 2008, Florida Attorney General Bob Butterworth
had to take action against a bar in Perry, FL, when they
refused to serve African-American Talmadge Branch
unless he took a seat in a “back room.”
http://cnsnews.com/news/article/florida-bar-owners-could-lose-license-over-racism-complaint
I'm an African, with an American attached to my name,
a lot of cultured people like wearing nationalistic, hyphenated accessory
My people arrived on a no-class ship when they came,
ashes and sackcloth are a part of every country's wardrobe history
A lot of cultured people like wearing nationalistic, hyphenated accessory,
it feels good to be dressed in the colors of a pretty flag
Ashes and sackcloth are a part of every country's wardrobe history;
blood, sweat and tears can't be packaged and put in a bag
It feels good to be dressed in the colors of a pretty flag,
just don't make waves if you see some spots on the cloth
Blood, sweat and tears can't be packaged and put in a bag
sad to see all that labor get eaten up by profit hungry moth
Just don't make waves if you see some spots on the cloth,
as long as your conscience is clean, everything is alright
Sad to see all that labor get eaten up by profit hungry moth
minimum rage living is the upper-class' dignified plight
As long as your conscience is clean, everything is alright
My people arrived on a no-class ship when they came
Minimum rage living is the upper-class' dignified plight ---
I'm an African, with an American attached to my name
I am an American
-:-
My Americans, what America is going through right now
Is not about politics; or Democrats versus Republicans.
It is an assault on the American way of life; because of
What it stands for, freedom. This is not the time to
Look away and not make waves. No this is the time
To be informed, some Muslims like ISIA has said it is
Their goal to get rid of our way of life. It is time to pray
For God help and give us the wisdom to know what is needed
To be done, not leave it to our children. This is what I
Believe in: I am an American. I believe in God, family
And country. I don’t have much to give, but I’ll share
What I do have. I have been beaten down by politicians
And liars. They have tried erase my identity and my pride.
However, I’m an American, I was a soldier, I will salute my flag
(The red white and blue.) honor and respect my
Constitution for the right to be free; I will bow only
To God and I will stand in for the truth. So no man can
Ever take that away from me; the right to choose
My region, my God and all men and women to be free
And I will never turn my back to my country or God;
I do swear.
Steve L. Siegel
February 10, 2016
Thoughts swirling in my head
Remembering we all bleed red
Life is a tapestry
True happiness a dream
Such a confusing world
Paradise yet to be seen
A country with a dark past
Some hauntings still last
Unwilling to change, planted in lead
Feel it with your heart and head
No crystal ball
No room to fall
Deeper into our subconscious
Life is far too precious
A bitter pill
Such a large hill
Let freedom ring
Let children sing
Saying hell no
Not in our name
This is a political game
Most looking for fame
Dig a grave
Hell, it's a road you paved
Here to make waves
Those who are adverse
Stuck with the curse
Burden on the young
Who is truly free
It will never be you or me
We mourn over the dead
A nation so divided
We are tainted
From birth we are painted
Who are the real heros
We all have blood on our hands
Invisible to most
Only the true can see
Even on our homeland
We have a roll to play
History is witten in stone
Learn from it instead of beating it to the bone
Our futute is only written in clay
Still malleable
All life is valuable
Old school. . New school
It is what's in our hearts
Time to stop tearing one another apart
Just take a stand
Even if you walk alone
Hold your head up high
What is life if you are to afraid to fly?
We all bleed red
Time for a transformation
Get ready to shed
Change doesn't come easy
Fear those with nothing to lose
We all deserve to live as we choose
Get ready because we all have a voice
Step up and make a choice
We condemn those we don't know
Some of us even for show
Confusion runs through me
Unsure of how things should be
My constant idealistic views
Desperately grasping not to become jaded
Dreaming of a utopia
Generations before us
Marching through the gas
Fighting for peace and love
Is the joke on me?
Is there something I can't see?
Scared for our youth
Where are the leaders?
Put personal pride aside
Stand tall
Take risks
Look in the mirror
It's time to live without fear
A billion people, give or take
starving around the world
On the "news", trucks filled with food
not handed out, just hurled
People fight like animals
for scraps of what is left
Fifty trucks suppose to show
from one there was no theft
Families of all those with power
they intercept the gifts
The villagers will starve again
the privileged causing rifts
Village Chiefs and Tribal Leaders
those with power and might
Live like Kings while poor are starving
and die throughout the night
The Wealthy Countries donate goods
turn a blind eye to the wrong
They won't make waves or rock the boat
they will sing that same old song.....
Pete Yuhas
I just realized our humble abode
Is smack-dab in the middle of dinky-house road.
We muddle along in our simple ranches
And their add-ons that shoot off like stubby branches.
We fuss with our lawns but appear as mice
From outer space through a telescopic device.
We barely make waves in the grand scheme of things
Being no larger than droplets in a stone throw’s rings.
But maybe someday it won’t be that way
Perhaps we’ll be something or have something to say.
That will be larger than tiny, louder than ka-boom
Until then we’ll exist in our dinky-house room.
(I'm Heading) Over the Rainbow (which is how the title's supposed to look!)
It was fun while it lasted
In spite of being lambasted
For original, unpopular views
That folks would not choose
To agree with or to share
Because they would not dare
To go against the flow:
Can't do that, oh dear me, no!
Better just to follow the herd
And to never, ever say a word
That might be seen as original
Goodness! That won't do at all!
God forbid people might disagree
That is so very unseemly
And to think that someone might be upset
Why, that would be the worst outcome yet!
No, let's play it safe and nicey-nice
That's got to be the best advice.
"Don't make waves, don't cause a fuss
Cos that upsets certain one's of us"
Seems to be the unwritten rule here
Enforced by intimidation and fear.
What's that you say? "That's not right!"
So tell me what happens whenever there's a fight?
The heavy press of the censor's finger
Makes sure that nasty words do not linger.
At the press of a button all the badness is gone
And the Protected Few can carry right on
Blithely doing what they always do:
Taking the piss out of every one of you.
Well, my presence here and what I have to say
Has run its course; has had its day.
No more controversy, upset or distress
I'm leaving here under duress.
But what the hell, I gave it a good go
Now I'm heading over the rainbow
Where all the nice people apparently reside
And where individuality died
Out of terminal boredom and ennui
I doubt I'll fit in, but I'll give it a try
I've had plenty of practice trying to fit my face
Into somewhere where it's always been out of place!
ENTJ- Get out of my way
ISFJ- I don't make waves
ESFP- Everybody look at me
ESTJ- Do it right away
INFP- Unicorns are pretty
ESTP- I've got an STD
INFJ- Less traveled is the way
ESFJ- Is everything okay?
ENFP- unsafe at any speed
INTJ- delta squared over K
ENTP- Is tripping on LSD
ISTJ- The same thing every day
ISFP- I'm nice basically
INTP- sees things scientifically
ISTP- I think mechanically
ENFJ- Gives hugs everyday
A woman of mystery
Dressed in red
The blood of jealous women's misery
Her mouth is discretionary
Her words planned perfectly
Others fix their mouths loosely
But with her details, she's choosey
She only said
What she wants spread
Her stories are wildfire
The gossip about her never tires
She sees it all but is blind
To admirers and liars
Her eyes downcast
As though others are sire
But it's obvious she's a Queen
The streets are her Empire
She walks with so much power
Her strength turns real ones into cowards
She's comfortable in solitude
But can mingle in bursts like spring showers
Watering their minds,
Changing attitudes
Leaving the destitute
In gratitude
Though she's a Queen,
Her greatest joy is servitude
Oh, but won't hate make waves
Even those the Queen helped
Can be swayed
She was never forceful
She won't persuade them to stay
She'll still be here
After they've strayed
And she'll welcome them back
As though it didn't cause her dismay
Though she personally removed the swords
After being betrayed
See, perfection was her greatest imperfection
She mirrored the worst of other's projections
She should have detached
But she allowed the belief
That it was her who needed correction
Blinding those with her light
Wasn't her intention
So she dimmed her light in redemption
Oh, it made the shadows dance,
But in turn revoked her ascension
The realest one
Undone
By misconceptions
A haggard with no secrets
Dressed in black
Telling a story of regret
Of mourning a death
Her mouth is crooked
From the addictions picked up
Trying to regain a high
That she used to feel all the time
All that's the same,
Are her downcast eyes
But now they seek coins on the street
Not humility
And her outbursts are strategic,
To appear crazy
When you give them something to talk about,
It makes their lips idle
It wasn't until she consciously spiraled
That she spared herself from
Gossip, slander and libel
What a paradoxical method of survival
The homicide of a rival
And suicide of an idol
MIDNIGHT PEARL
Pearl is precious
Sea pearl even hard to find
Much more a mermaid at guard
Human pearl even more
A human being is a true beauty but weak
More than ever it needs careful care
A lady with a heart
Is a midnight pearl
The heart is a focal point
Center of her morality and fidelity
Her love must be pure and spontaneous
It can’t be gleaned outside
It is deep inside
The night is enormous and blinding
Its horizon must be lingering
Prove worthiness that endures! It can make waves…
Dalila Agtani
4/24/12
Entry in a contest:
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
Contest Name: Midnight Pearl
Here we are
a title of a song, a transitional statement with no meaning
does it really serve a purpose
delaying the inevitable train-wreck these words will incur
I concur
words are meaningless, disastrous
If they were of any help
citizens would clean every bit of earwax building in their ears
to make waves in lines to city halls
for the hammer of justice to...
I have no manner of speaking for this
my chest can be ripped bare with insufferable pain
to describe all the things I wish to say
but with my voice and lack of utter talent
I can only whisper blanks for modesty betrays me
Believe me I want to scream
scream at men and women in blue
who swear by the law and citizens to keep us safe from harm
do right by society
scream how they are the stars of their own TV show
scream how we've glorified these acts without really realizing it
scream at the government for making "getting away with murder"
a nationwide trend
I want to scream
but my voice would be deafened by the millions of others
out in the streets, protesting, standing for something
my voice would be deafened, put in handcuffs, silenced for all to see
I want to scream
but there's enough people doing that for me
I want to bolster myself up like a bear
stand tall above all
to scream, to shout in defiance of people praising murder upon families
to scream, to shout in defiance of people praising revenge
praising physical retaliation like it ever solved anything
We have enough wars to fight, we have enough everyday worries
this avoidable conflict doesn't need to continue to escalate so rapidly
so tragically
but I'm just a muted voice behind a desk
attempting to fill a quota for a day
to just not be seen as lazy today
I'm just a muted voice, listening to Volbeat
pretending like I'm shouting this rhetoric in front of a crowd
but that very crowd would just pull out their smart phones
run my name through the ground
and I will be trending worldwide as one more person
shoved under the rug as non important
Why am I even still typing I've said nothing, am nothing
I'm alone
and with the world so quick to rip itself apart
I can't tell if that's a good thing anymore
Me pay cheque is wounded, they gave it the axe
And these vampire politicians have drained 20% tax
Credit cards are all crunched to the max
Bailiffs keep knocking, won’t cut me some slack
Dam credit crunch has hit me hard
We scraping dad’s toes to use as lard
Granddad’s pluckin and a pickin’ the banjo with his teeth
Humming “I’m sure there’s some chicken in between these strings or underneath
To travel the bus is £1.20; it used to be a pound
There no such thing as free sex around
I ask the misses give me some; even she bleeds me pocket like a bloodhound
What’s wrong with the world it’s turning into a credit crunch breeding ground?
I whispering don’t make waves and they water skiing trying to make me drown
Can’t smoke
Can’t poke
This is a joke
I’m sure all of this of just a hoax
Well I have to go it time to munch
We having mama’s toe nails for lunch