Best Matter Poems
There is nothing hotter than a sexy brain
A one of a kind
The bigger the better
With swagger
Nothing titillates more than stroking genius
Sending ripples through the psyche
An ignited muse invoking rapture
With inspiration and seduction
Sliding hand in hand dear
When my mind is whet
You penetrate
I quiver
9,22,17
Say not to me,
that it will not matter a hundred years from now,
that I was here.
For surely I have touched one life in a positive way,
perhaps in daily prayer,
I've called your name one day.
Having no profound accomplishments or delusions of fame,
and leaving no progeny
to perpetuate my name,
still, it will matter that I was here.
For I have quietly endeavored to sow, and I have watered.
I love and am loved--should one desire more?
Life is good and hopefully God is pleased.
The tracks I'll leave, it's true,
will not be so ingrained as to stand harsh winds of time
and they shall fade as the evening sun,
leaving somewhere, only a name and date chiseled in granite.
Perhaps, if only in thought,
one pausing o'er me should question, who was this man?
Let God simply whisper, that I am His.
A grove of magnolias perfumes the air
as they sit absorbed in one another's gaze,
she with her crochet and he with his collectibles
uneasy in their pleasure in the evening of their years.
Lawyers control their affairs like vultures slavering
their prey, waiting to swoop when the timing is right,
for what use is their wealth to them now? No kids,
no convenient callers making spurious claims,
the power of attorney running everything,
in their own best interests, of course.
Summer Haven was the name of their new residence,
with their final resting place conveniently pre-selected.
But they still could make suggestions, could they not?
not really incompetent, simply eccentric and odd;
eating their meals out of red plastic bowls
and taking their medicines eight times a day,
convenient, and all for their own good no doubt,
but day after day of this treatment can deflate the soul.
One blissful moonlit night they'd had enough.
They packaged their drugs into secure containers
and shredded their records so as to break free.
They stole cartons of candy and five jugs of Ensure
and headed straight out the unguarded back door,
jump-started the motor-bike out by the tool shed
and roared off on a quest for their own
sweet convenience!
Moon in distant sky,
Lights waves, rushing to the shore!
Carrying God's Love!
In the debate between accessible and difficult poems
Poets' poems and poems for people
Only the single poem and private reader matter
Both kinds and anything between can matter or not
Solid or made of air, a vase or heavy clay ashtray
One word repeated or many like a lei
An acquired taste, like wine, and like wine
Not sustenance, yet men die with their miseries
Uncut without it, news and mere matter
I advise everyone to keep a personal anthology of poems that matter
Or not. Perhaps it should be novels. Stones, insect wings,
Feathers, Birds you've seen, People loved.
It don’t really matter
If Plaster of Paris is not made in France
If Ginger and Fred never learned how to dance
If shoestring potatoes don’t grow in a shoe
It don’t really matter because I love you
If airports have doorways but call them a gate
If calories will never cause us to wait
If moisture each morning is something that’s due
It don’t really matter because I love you
If hamburgers aren’t really made out of ham
If jelly won't work to get out of a jam
If something that’s old becomes something we knew
It don’t really matter because I love you
If plants that are planted are still called a plant
If uncles get sad when they step on an ant
If skies that are happy do always seem blue
It don’t really matter because I love you
If doors that are open are really ajar
If milkshakes aren’t served on a sweet chocolate bar
If vegetable soup is not really a stew
It don’t really matter because I love you
If kings in a downpour get caught in the reign
If birds lifting boulders are not called a crane
If flying the coop came from chickens that flew
It don’t really matter because I love you
Grammatically speaking, my title is wrong
And maybe this poem goes on a bit long
But who cares as long as you know it is true
The one thing that matters, is that I love you
4/17/17
Written for the: “Best Rhyming Poem 3” poetry contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Blessed are those
who love God, the
God of love and
mercy
Blessed are those
who follow one God,
who leads with
compassion showing
mercy
Cursed are those
who follow the Prince
of darkness, who fell
from Heaven dragged
down by the weight
Lesser Ego --
He who shows no Mercy
will be shown no Mercy
A Terrorist is the
Son of the Devil
a Harlot of Evil
All Lives Matter
Even the whores
of the press, the whores
of politics, and those
building mansions
profiting from war
let those who hear
with ears yet open
pause and listen to
the tender heart of
wisdom
while those darkened.
Shut off souls, will know
the Fires of Purification
So written
in the annals of
bloody history
Love silences fear,
Uniting hope, joy, peace,
Mingling lights, grace
Joining hearts in faith, together,
Stirring prayers, gentle psalms –
Harmonized when souls believe,
Jesus, inspiration for giving,
Meaningful beyond imagery.
Adoration lasting forever,
Resembling souls understanding…
Love like this convulses calm,
Lulling twilight,
Breathing shadows,
Feelings erasing storms,
Darkness hinders meaningful,
While wonders grow wings…
Enchant souls,
Souls enchant,
Wings grow wonders while…
Meaningful hinders darkness,
Storms erasing feelings,
Shadows breathing,
Twilight lulling,
Calm convulses this like love,
Understanding souls, resembling…
Forever, lasting adoration,
Imagery beyond meaningful,
Giving for inspiration, Jesus,
Believe souls when harmonized,
Psalms gentle, prayers stirring –
Together, faith in hearts joining,
Grace, lights mingling,
Peace, joy, hope uniting,
Fear silences love.
Positive words float
They lift the fog on a quiet morning
Soft and bright
Warmth with goodness
Easy as sunlight slipping through a window
Without seeking permission
They take no effort to lift
A single syllable…sometimes two
Suddenly the room feels wider
The air feels kinder
The day feels possible
Negative words arrive heavy
They clatter in the mouth
Thick with extra syllables
Dragging shadows with them
Like overpacked suitcases
Say gloomy
It lands with a thud
Say bitter…somber…dreary
Each one pulls at the tongue
An unnecessary labor
An unsuspecting weight to carry
It’s strange isn’t it
How lighter words lift us
Heavier words ask us to lift them
Maybe this is why choosing kind words
Feels like choosing ease
Choosing breath
Choosing ourselves
The part of ourselves wishing to rise
Grandpa’s a gem in the garden,
tending his sprouts and his peas,
tomatoes and onions and cabbage,
his ‘caulies’ and his broccoli’s.
I have seen plenty of gardens,
chocked full of bountiful greens,
but none the standard of grandpa’s,
with his chili’s ‘n chocko’s 'n beans.
So I believed grandpa was blessed,
with an artistic green thumb,
by his artichokes, pumpkin and corn,
and his wonderful red capsicum.
At first I mentioned to grandpa
“His garden’s as good as can be.”
Then asked him “How does it grow?”
This is how he answered me.
“I ‘foller’ chooks, horses 'n cows,
with a big shovel an’ ‘barra’,
puttin’ load after load of manure,
on silver beet, spinach and ‘marra.”
Manure! I said “Loads of manure,
that really makes plenty of sense,”
then the old ‘biddy’ from next door,
stuck her head over the fence.
“I have been listening you know,
your language belongs in the sewer,
the word that you should be using,
is fertilizer, and not manure!”
I put me hands over me ears,
expecting grandpa to ‘explete’,
with a barrage of verbal manure,
on zucchini’s and over red beet.
But before grandpa could answer,
grandma called out with a plea.
“What in the world are you saying?
Madge you just listen to me.”
“I have cajoled and pleaded and prayed.
I’m telling you there’s nothing truer,
its taken me ‘round forty years,
just to get him to call it manure.”
In ponderings of wanderings
Of contemplations incomplete
In one’s life are found blunderings
All human concepts have conceit
Bound of the precept of the truth
In ponderings of wanderings
Serpent slithers, always aloof
Nary a proof of his spawning
Many lives he is squandering
His power is in his disguise
In ponderings of wanderings
By pretentious love, his devise
Lifting the voices of trumpet
Of truth never the plundering
The love of truth is triumphant
In ponderings of wanderings
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In honor of Dr Ram
And contest
We need to "Love" what we have "Got to be",so that we can have "Immorality"! There is a "Fire inside of you and me"!!! The fire is there so that we can reach "Immortality"! I and you can find the "Dream that can come true with the "Fire that burns inside of me and inside of you"!!!"The Master is "True"!!! Jesus Christ "loved what he had to be!He did it for his love of me and you! We can "Love who we are,and who we must be!We maybe in a wheelchair,in a Nursing Home,cripple,crazy, incarcerated,president,or of any religion,or no religion at all! We might fall,and we will! We need to "Love who we must be so that we can have "Immortality"!!! We can find the dream,and "The dream is to find "The Master True" who will see us through: Eternity to reach Immortality after "Time stops at the speed of light! I "Love what I "Have got to be"!!! I will have "Immortality" for being who I am as "The Master True" sees me through this "Earthly Reality"as I learn to "Love" what I have got to be to reach "Immortality" that inspires "The Fire inside of me"; The Fire of "Immortality"! The "Master True" made a "Baby" who died at the age of two so that that "Baby" would have "Immortality",and be an "Angel"in "Heaven"to "Defeat""The Devil Himself"who hurts the poor,and is greedy and does not share any monetary wealth! Immorality is the reason that their is a "Fire inside of me and you,so that we can travel through "Eternity",and reach Immortality!We can be the best "Mortal" we can be,and that helps us to reach "Immortality"!There is a "Fire in me and you! We need to realize that that "Fire is Immortality that "The Master True" give to "Me and You"! The Only Begotten Son of "The Living God"s "Word"are "True"! Red ,Yellow,Brown,Black,White will all meet "The Master True"! Keep that "Fire inside of you",no matter what you must go through!!! "Mother Nature gives birth,and "Father Time lets her!!! The "Mortal" will meet the "Maker",and we will not need an "Undertaker",but we will surely need a "Savior"!!!!!!!
Black Lives Matter
They gave me a college education
But left me unemployed
But they say
Black lives matter
I won 7 Grammy awards
I didn't get a ceremony to recognize my work
But they say
Black lives matter
I have Foodstamps
But no refrigerator to store the food in
Or pots and pans to cook on a stove not even utensils or a plate to place my food on
But they say
Black lives matter
I receive a disability check for 2000 dollars a month
But I don't have a place to live
But they say
Black lives matter
I served my country for 8 year in the military
And I am living on the streets
But they say
Black lives matter
I'am a military vet
And I still did not receive health treatment
But they say
Black lives matter
My best friend name is Maria Marshall she got beat down by the cops
But they say
Black lives matter
Bloods and the Crypts are black gangs on my block and everyday they are shooting at each other
But they say
Black lives matter
At the end of night
I go to sleep black
And I wake up black
I shed the same red blood like every
minority group
Black lives are still ignored
Let me paint my face white
Will I still matter now
Nope
By:Shaniki Smith
Date: 05-22-2016
P.S. I wrote this poem for another poetry group that I'am with.
I thought I share it with you! I don't usually write poetry about issue around the world. But I had some poetry readers who requested for me to write about issue around the world. Stay tune for my new poem called Deadbeat system! Deadbeat system poem is about the little things that can affect individual and the harm that cut backs do to individuals around the world.
Oh dear, what can the matter be?
Why are you acting mad at me?
Because I got home late last night?
I went with friends to get a bite,
Had a few drinks, danced in a bar,
And then things went a little far.
You liar! I know fully well
You didn’t dance with any belle,
You didn’t go out for a drink –
That’s just what you want me to think.
You scoundrel! You deserve this - Slap!
You stayed late, working, in your lab!
1/31/2019
For contest: Oh dear, what can the matter be
Sponsored by Barry Stebbings
Come close, come closer ...
let me bend your ear, my estranged countrymen
It don’t matter to me
if you’re a Democrat or a Republican
Your political persuasion
is of no concern of mine
Me be a global citizen,
parochial politics, I’m not so inclined
National jingoes
don’t make me do patriotic monkey shines
Us free thinkers,
we got an elevated state of mind
Listen here citizen Democrat,
don’t be no left-wing party socialist cheese eating rat
Listen up citizen Republican,
don’t be no right-wing party capitalist mice eating cat
It don’t matter to me
what your politics be
It don’t matter to me
if you’re a Republican or Democrat
Independently speaking,
neither party got any good stats
So vote however you please,
it simply don’t matter to me
I’m a global citizen,
don’t have no national self-interest
What’s good for humanity is what I want best
Are you listening citizen Democrat,
are you hearing me citizen Republican?
If America is one body,
how is it that the left and right hand ain’t shaking?
They both don’t do enough compromise,
they both love to spew party propaganda lies
History just repeating itself,
another divided house destined to die
Fighting against each other
Civil War
Brother pitted against brother
Rich against poor
Democracy now seeking cover,
done voted themselves a dictator lover
But none of that matters to me ...
I ain’t no Democrat or Republican
No, my friends,
I’m a practicing voter vegan
Don’t have no red meat party allegiance,
got no partisan politics infecting me
I’m a global citizen, 100 percent absolutely
So whatever your politics be,
it don’t matter to me ...
I’m above the fray,
I’m free thinker range-free