Best Matters Poems
It hovers here, a moon opaque,
obscuring mountain trails I take.
No other living things appear.
A moon opaque. . . It hovers here.
I follow on along a ledge;
below a swirling river’s edge.
In front of me, the canyon’s yawn.
Along a ledge, I follow on.
I see no hue when fog congeals.
Oh, doom of one who no more feels!
The moon has fled, as so have you.
When fog congeals, I see no hue.
Now all is dim; it matters not.
My dear one’s heart I have not got.
No use in living without him.
It matters not. Now all is dim.
At peace I’ll be if I should fall
to murky water from this wall.
Oh, yawning canyon, swallow me.
If I should fall, at peace I’ll be.
What Matters Most
What matters most is obvious to me.
It’s hearth and home, kin and family.
Life is an hourglass and the sands
of your time keep drifting down -
drifting, drifting, drifting
downward as you race
to get in all
the things you
want to
do!
But
take time
to breathe in
the things you love:
fresh baked bread, roses,
the petrichor of spring!
Simple are life’s joys. Give all
you love to all those you love, for
that will be your legacy when your
sands run out and the hourglass turns over.
April 1, 2020
for Chantelle Anne Cooke's "What Matters the Most to You" Poetry contest
Perhaps in a row they sit on their chair.
At their small object they all like to stare.
In an upside down world, the room’s silence grows.
They sit on their chair, perhaps in a row.
With both thumbs moving, such dexterity!
Faster than cheetahs their thumbs seem to be.
Some with small headphones also are grooving.
Such dexterity with both thumbs moving.
You utter a word; I doubt they will hear.
On screens, words are better than in one’s ear.
Conversing sans screen they might find absurd.
I doubt they will hear you utter a word.
I see them in class not looking at books
in spite of their teachers’ dirtiest looks.
Tell them to stop; they just give you their sass,
not looking at books! I see them in class.
Their phones are in use all hours of the day.
Do not even try to take them away!
You might be accused of phone/child abuse.
All hours of the day their phones are in use.
I see moms alone with a child that’s hurt,
Not even giving their child some comfort.
Nothing else matters but their precious phone.
With a child that’s hurt I see moms alone.
The cell phone’s their all - their almighty God.
Anything else for them must be a fraud.
Some only text you; they won’t take your call!
Their almighty God - the cell phone’s their all.
When did this begin? Bringing phones in school?
Kids who don’t have them are thought not too cool.
To take students’ phones is likened to sin.
Bringing phones in school. . .When did this begin?
A time and a place there is for all things.
I hate at the movies when a phone rings!
Cell phones at dinner? An utter disgrace!
There is for all things a time and a place.
Sadly, much worse, there’s texting while driving.
If you’re not trying to be surviving,
do it! Your next ride might be in a hearse.
There’s texting while driving, sadly much worse.
Nothing else matters to addicts, I know.
*Every cloud has a silver lining though -
Less actual talking with those mad as hatters!
To addicts I know, nothing else matters.
inspiration from the Metallica Song: Nothing Else Matters
Written April 28, 2016 a
using Swap Quatrain style, a form created by Lorraine M. Kanter and described at Shadowpoetry.com.
What struck me most—
the sameness of it all.
Drivers, nearly faceless—
their time and miles drifting
slowly into past.
On their way to
strike a bargain:
life energy for money to
buy things, which like them
must surely age and die.
Ask the earth
who possesses it?
Who owns the sea and sky?
Or at night stands wondering,
which stars above are mine?
Perhaps one day
we'll realize
that what we own
and matters most
is what we give away.
Balaclava'd minister in a lanky limousine
Condomised personality inside a broken mask
Skewered chopsticks serve pieces of Pancolin
Toilet paper dolphins to wipe his weary ****
Ave Maria.. Amanita Muscaria
Mycaphagists and mycaphobes
Trot the nuclear globe
Shroomy hallucigens
Amanita phalloiides
Droning overhead
I am become Death..
In 1938 Hitler kissed the Pope
In 2017 we kissed goodbye to hope
That thing with feathers of Ms Dickenson
Bards and wordsmith playing monopoly
With Wisdom and Courage
Lord , help me to accept the things.
I cannot chang...
She explained to me
The chemistry in the sea
Salt and water formula enacts a mystery
Brings increase of intelligence
Divine assistance to the brain
Blessed petrichor of rain
Make my poetry the most expensive hobby
And talk the cheapest currency
How explosion can explain to me -
The chemistry of the sun..?
Thus let dreamy slake awaken with a start
And disintegrate into matters of the heart
No matter what you have gone through,
No matter what you have accomplished,
No matter what you have manifested to the world,
No matter what difference you have made,
they just speak about HOW YOU LOOK
Yes, How You Look.
You must have got Gold to the country
You must have shouldered the wings of responsibility
You must have touched many lives
You must have stood by people in their strives
Still, they just care about HOW YOU LOOK.
Yes, How You Look.
I showed the photograph of a foreign affairs minister
In a thought that he would talk about her caliber
Thwarting my expectations, he said, "How short she is!"
Whoever you are, whatever you do, their eye falls on HOW YOU LOOK.
Yes, How You Look.
Met her after a long way in time,
The words she first spoke can't be forgotten in my lifetime.
No 'Hi' and no 'How are you?'
All that she said was, "Jesus. Your face. What is wrong with you?''
It does not matter if you are happy and healthy.
All that matters on the first go is HOW YOU LOOK.
Yes, How You Look.
Cotton on to the fact that
a warm smile is beautiful than rosy lips,
a helping hand is beautiful and not a manicured one,
a loving heart is beautiful than the lustering skin,
a powerful mind is beautiful than pedicured feet.
Your strength defines who you are, not your shape.
Your boldness drives you forth, not your beauty
Look not the skin but notice what's beneath it
Because, when you're in need, it is people not their pomp that comes to your rescue indeed.
At age five I like to run and play
In the light of a southern sunny day
I ate honeysuckle enjoying the taste
Playing in the dirt mud pies I baked
At 15 what matters to poetic teen
Clothes goals and fashion dreams
I was quite proud of my pop band
We wrote songs we sang we danced
At 30 what mattered to me the most
Creating better life as a mom you know
Working full time and in college too
Keeping my son in best homes and schools
And then at 50 I was confident in self
No longer worried about lack of wealth
Having lived through some dark times
This was the age I renewed my mind
What may matter at age of seventy
Is life going on as I live it in peace
The pitter patter of grandkids feet
Retired but inspired to love family
What matters at each life stage
Is that I live life love and pray
To wake up is a blessing each day
To die well is the last thing you face
#MyLifeMatters
My hands are up don't shoot!!
I'm a black man, with feelings and a valued life,
Please, I've done nothing wrong, point the gun the other way.
At my home, it holds the love of my valued wife,
There's no kids, but we talk of having children one day.
Is my tail light busted, was I speeding too fast?
If so I apologize, may not have been paying attention.
So what made you suspicious sir of me through the dash?
Tell me now, in the future I can maybe prevent it.
Don't want to be a statistic, I will soon be forgotten
After my brief CNN mention of me being shot.
Of me being SHOT, dash cam flashing non stop when
The masses see another man dead by the hands of a cop.
My hands are up DON'T SHOOT I didn't kill 9 members
Of a church, I don't even have a weapon to cause hurt.
My hands are up DON'T SHOOT I'm 3 credits away from my degree
Check my I.D. no history of batteries or felonies.
At my home, it holds the love of my valued wife,
There's no kids, but we talk of having children one day.
#MyLifeMatters
Written on 12/7/2015 @ 6:10am EST
My house is on fire
With courage as a lion
runs into the flames
At sixty glowing seconds
I saved my seven puppies
01.03.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Tanka 5-7-5-7-7
“All that Matters”
Heather left us today
lost poetry in music
there she sits
with Chopin
at her piano
playing solitaire
for a short while
waiting
to be collected
she reads the
notes and keys
of earthly others
Love surrounds her
that is all that
matters
into the welcome arms
of long missing
ethereal others
Love surrounds her
that is all that
matters
she moves forward
into her new realm
lovingly held
Love
surrounds her
that is all that matters
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
for Heather
with all that matters
19.9.49 - 17.9.23
2.3.39 - 18.9.71
Home, sisters
We've come a long way
I can honestly say
As I look to the past
I never thought we'd last
But look where we are
We've come so far
We've given and we've taken
We've done things forsaken
We've laughed and we've cried
Sometimes we've even lied
I've hurt you and you've hurt me
But our love feels like it was meant to be
My heart is yours and your heart is mine
It is rare to find a love so divine
Our love is strong and it will come to grow
Forever together is a long time you know
By your side, I will always be
I love you and you love me
We'll stay together and never part
As long as our love comes from the heart
Copyright © 2002 Shari E Davis
Song: Nothing Else Matters
Cliché: The Writing On the Wall
Image: Clock
Your love, the orbit that I’ve always sought
A constant star’s warm illumination
For endless decades, searched and fought
Soul salve, this reassuring sensation
Fate’s clock may wind down its final minutes
And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be
Nothing else matters, even if we’re finished
Just having you next to me
The truth is embossed on the wall of time
For all to read if they so choose
We never know the final chime
If love we cherish, no time to lose
Our eternal backdrop, fate’s invisible clock
In this light of day, all illusions shatter
We build our base on love’s solid rock
Because in the end, nothing else matters
5/10/16
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01/10/21
What Matters…
What Matters Most…
… is Real Laughter
Not Lurid Echoes
Not Just To – Gather
But Staying Close
And Less Clatter-Chatter
Less Lies and Boasts
More Sweet Pitter-Patter
On Calm-Home – Coasts
… And Strong Rafters
And Stronger Posts
Preventive Measures
For Unneeded Dose
And When Bad Guys Scatter
‘Cause Good Guys Accost
… So, Need More Lone Rangers
… Less Alter Egos
And Real Treasure
Not Trinket Woes…
Real Pleasure
Not Powder – Rows
Peace and A Cracker
Than Quarrels and Pot Roast
And To Know Better
… Than To Just Suppose
… Happily Ever-After
Not Lost Co-Host
And When Love Shatters
Hate’s Glass-Frost…
… And A Holy Helper
For Human – Uh-Oh’s !...
That’s What Matters…
… What Matters Most …
What Matters, Should One See Past That Last Mile
What matters, diamonds , silver or gold
when one is getting slow and too damn old.
What matters, if the truest of truths be told,
that dying alone is so sad and cold?
What matters, if life yields no more ripe fruits
when one will soon visit soil and grass roots.
What matters, if ones buried without boots,
or if one can dies with life's stolen loot?
What matters, if blue skies no longer smile
and one sees the past, world's evil and guile.
What matters, should one see past that last mile,
or hold on harder just a little while?
Love, Family and Life is what matters
Without Love, all is thin glass that shatters.
R. J. Lindley,
October 17th, 1976
Sonnet, ( Deepest depths of Love are, purest of Truths)