Best Mans Poems
A homeless man played his guitar,
for coin rewards put in a jar.
A lonely life he always led,
but in his heart a love he had.
This love he thought of all the time,
during the cold days brought sunshine.
His songs were of a girl he loved,
he sang to her, with stars above.
So many years had gone on by,
but in his heart, and reasons why.
There was this hope that would not die,
the thought of her just made him cry.
Dedicated to my
daughter Ashley...
Michael Tor
Do you ever see me?
I see you every night.
I see your lifeless body under the street lights.
I hear you mom screaming let him be alright.
I see the gunshot wound going through you like butter with a knife.
You blood keeps pumping with no end in sight.
You stair at me with a look of dead eyes.
You ask me for help, but why?
I didn’t make the choice to take my own life!
Then the look I’ve never seen comes across your eyes.
It’s like I can see the soul of a man I’ve never met until tonight.
I see the pain and heartache you’ve had to survive.
Tonight is the night I’ve seen a a dead man eyes.
By Chris Day
05-30-2018
A brand new development for you and me
A gated community you just have to see.
Situated on the plains of deep despair
A rocky road will lead you there.
Surrounded by lovely weeping willows
Beautiful vistas of the sea of sorrows.
So if you are feeling down and out
This community is what it's all about.
The school of hard knocks will teach you well
The Drown your Sorrows pub is really swell.
And should you crave some company
Why down the street lives Lady Misery.
Soliciting is certainly not allowed in here
Opportunity won't come knocking, have no fear.
Undesirable tenants were the ladies Luck and Hope
Fortunately for us they decided to elope.
The restaurants will only serve the bitter pill
Of humble pie and crow, you can have your fill.
For sport we do have plenty of space
Feel free to enjoy our weekly rat race.
So if you feel depressed and without hope
Why we offer bungi jumping without a rope.
We have taken great care as you can see
To offer our tenants every possible amenity.
So if life has turned its back on you
If you have nothing to lose and feeling blue.
Consider buying your very own stand
In this community called No Mans Land.
An Old Man’s Bedtime Prayer
Lord: Now I lay me down to rest.
To get away from this days test.
To rest my head on pillows fluff.
To clear my head of all the stuff.
That comes your way as you get old.
It’s part of life that’s seldom told.
I hope to get some 10 hrs. sleep.
I’ll probly end up counting sheep.
As I look back across my days.
I know I’ve sinned in many ways.
I’m real sorry. I’ve told you that.
To say again just sounds “old hat”.
But now I plead for this short break.
To get some rest for bodies sake.
If you “Oh LORD” my wish would grant.
And do for me something I can’t.
For I’ve no strength, my life to take.
Just let me die before I wake.
For my old joints have turned to rust.
I’d just as soon they’re back to dust.
Lord: If I’d wake and look about.
I’d “Hoot & Holler” and give a shout.
If I would find that was my fate.
To there be standing, inside “The Gate”
To know at last I’d passed the test.
I don’t need seats among the best.
It’s enough to not be missed.
My name was on His special list.
But you know best, I’m sure of that.
So if I wake, I’ll just hang pat.
I’ll dream of red, rare, steaks so fat
To ponder where the “Good Times” at.
I’ll shuffle through another day.
And burn more bills we strain pay.
To keep us warm in this cold pit.
And by the window now to sit.
As I think back to ‘yester’ years.
With all the joy, few sprinkled tears.
I never dreamed, these “Golden Years”
Would be so filled with pain and fears.
I never thought I’d leave alone.
My wife & I would share our home.
But when I’m gone, alone she’ll bow.
She’ll need get by . . .I don’t know how.
With this I’ll close my nightly plea.
I’d be forever in debt to thee.
If you would oft stop by this way.
To comfort wife here every day.
Written to honor all the elderly that
Struggle with their health, their obligations,
their present & their future.
A Tribute to Banjo Pattersons, Road To Old Mans Town
by Robert (Bob) Moore
I read a poem when I was young, by Banjo Patterson
called “The Road To Old Mans Town” about a life near done
I did not understand back then, the meaning was obscure
but as the years go passing by, I understand it more
He spoke of youth, and freedom, of time that had no end
of doing what we wanted, the future ours to spend
time to waste if that’s our want, not count hours as they fly
days that stretch into the distance, don’t yet go rushing by
But as the days grow shorter, and we begin to see
our life is not forever, and what will be will be
and we are sadly looking back, and slowly drifting down
the lonely road we all must tread, to Banjo’s Old Mans Town
He also makes a hope, that we are not alone,
that someone walks beside us, a love whom we have known
that God may not allow us, this dusty road go down
With faltering steps and whitening head,
on the road to Old Man's Town!
A dog is known for man's best friend,
spell it backwards, read it again.
When you do this you'll understand,
why they both go hand in hand.
A dog was created from up above,
this shows we are really loved.
He has four legs we have two,
the extra stand strong for me and you.
A famous name Rover,
he sits, heels, and learns to roll over.
Performs many tricks from day to day,
best of all is to obey.
He's always there honest and true,
gives himself to me and you.
You both become good pals,
even through all the howells.
Like a boy scout in many ways,
standing beside you all the days.
Remember dog is your friend,
backwards is love in the end.
Dog ~ God.
A Man’s Worth
By Nate Spears
I’ve never been god’s gift to the world
But I am a man
A man with a gift
A man with a plan
A man of mistakes
But a man of honesty
A man with integrity
That’s the man inside of me.
For what you believe in; stand for
Be the heart of your family
The flaming torch
Be the hand that feeds
Be the hand that heals
Be the hand that nurtures
Be the hand that kills
Be the hand that serves
Be the hand that protects
Be one hand in your household
That demands respect; and is
Truly blessed
To have a beautiful family
Making you the whole of a man
Bringing a new meaning
To the soul of a man
With respect
With honor
With courage
Be a symbol of depth
Making mankind reflects its intent
On this earth
As is in heaven
Amen.
Miles that I have gone,
The things that I have known,
Some things that their beauty can be seen even in the
dawn,
Mostly on earth plants that have been sawn.
Flowers and their beauty,
To brighten is their duty,
Their leaves smoothly,
Some of them even fruity.
Always I had seen roses in white or red,
Amazingly they are made,
Am always an admirer as they grow till they fade,
On rank they are on the highest grade.
Traveling around the World is my ace,
To the warm heart of Africa I caried my case,
With me I traveled with Gods grace,
To the golden sands of Malawi what a beautiful place.
But on this journey I had a pose,
For a second my mind froze,
As I came close,
I realized I had seen a black rose.
Her hair so thick and black,
Its the black beauty that can be seen even in the dark,
She sparkled I knew it was good luck,
I wanted to go on but something held me back.
I know why,
My luck is what I had to try,
Her eyes are so bright like a firefly,
She is so thrillingly amazing like a butterfly.
The beauty of a Malawian flower,
Love has found me at the unexpected hour,
With her beauty power,
Love on her I will shower.
Men strive to be the
Best providers for their families
But it's a tough job when
There's many mouths to feed
Men are good role models
And excellent father figures
You younger ones will Know
What I mean when you get bigger
Yhey all carry their pride so high
But you can see the pain in their eyes
Working so hard only to
Get laid off with less pay
Struggling to keep their families
Together day by day
Men try to stay strong
But no matter how hard they try
You can still see the pain and the
Worry in their eyes
They give out so much
They'll do anything for love
They will give their hearts and souls
Even try to give you the heavens above
They will never show it
Forever they will hide
You can take a lot from a man
But you can never take away his pride
FOR OPPOSITE SEX CONTEST
Do you know?
I have read that is to give
him good and plenty food
Is that true ?
What about kindness and love ?
Faithful girlfriend or wife
Friendship the whole life
Be there for you in good days
and bad days
Strong love will always grow
Do you find the key to your mans heart ?
A-L Andresen :)
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The old steam engine chugged trying to reach the top,
Slowly it inched as the pressure valves were about to pop.
Just a few more feet and it would start its journey down,
And it would then be up to the brakeman to keep them from over shooting the town.
Well it made the top and started picking up speed,
And they slowed down the shoveling of the coal, cause there wasn’t much need.
You could hear those brakes a squealing as they tightened the wheel,
They had to get her slowed down fore the next curve or they’d all take a spill.
About that time dead ahead on those tracks,
Another train was a coming, a clickety, clack.
The old engineer was a blowing on his whistle, whoo, whoo, but to no avail,
For twas a runaway train, with an engine from hell.
A hundred thousand tons of steel, slamming together, makes an awful loud noise,
An on that curve took the lives of that crew, all mighty fine boys.
They had no place to jump, so they had to make this final ride,
And as the news gave way their womenfolk cried.
Mans Dreams of Peace
~ ~ ~ ~
War hell no! It is not name of the game,
No bodies laying over the battlefields
There is no way I am today the same.
Women and children all dying in wet fields
All torn apart by war ugliness and warriors;
Must try hide in our nightmares to get sleep.
Helicopters seems to sounds like aviators,
Torn bodies of the war in it’s own attire
Trying keep alive a dream that weeps.
Dreams of the dead must have ways to-conspire
Keep us from going back to peaceful sleep again.
Now we men dream of world peace within an dome,
Any major change in my sleep, is just spin,
For peace, not war! nor death! Just a home!
~
Steve L. Siegel
January 22, 2013
This man’s philosophy
A man without a plan
This man lives for and of the moment,
which leaves nothing tangible but descent
into the words being left on this page.
If he only had the power, courage to be a sage
and against humanities ills, hostilities against, rage.
Not to be, for he is far too wrapped up in the self
leaving nothing to, or for the world, but an elf
to play out his nightmares and his daydreams
to no other soul, just an empty house it seems,
as he walks, slowly onward, to the end of the road
where, in the end - after all is said and done –
life has been lived, with many a joy, and much fun.
This is the time when one can, forever lose the load.
A time – where after all – one and all will take flight
up into that tunnel leading to that glorious light.
B. J. “A” 2
November 7th 2004
Written: By Tom Wright
Oct. 1997
Lord, my greatest desire in life might be.
That my eyes you'd un-scale so that I might see.
See the world around me both rich and full.
The sandy beach, the sea, the skyward Gull;
Let me see the children as they run and play.
Let me see the sunset at the end of day.
In the heavens the stars that twinkle so bright.
These things bring to mind my soon coming flight.
But then, Lord, I'd see all life's ugly parts.
The sin and the drugs, men's hardened hearts.
In my darkened world I'm now not aware.
Of the color of a man’s skin nor length of his hair.
Or of tattooed folks and the strange way some dress.
Of life's daily rigors that often lead one to stress.
I'm sure that with sight I'd find myself in a jam.
So please leave me dear Lord, until you come, as I am.
So many new hopes like the stars of a moonless night
Show me the way to survive in this dreary life
I bury so many dreams like a grave digger
And give birth to new ones like a queen bee
My heart has broken into so many pieces
It has become the sands of a desert
My sighs have become super storms
My tears have become the clouds of rainy season
My smiles have become the lightning
And my laughter has become the thunderbolts
My days have become months
And my nights have become years
My poems have lost rhyme like the tornadoes
My songs losing all softness have become hard rock