Best May Not Poems
Oh the cock may crow
but hens deliver the goods...
more to life than sex.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
You come over all the time
We talk about everything
And anything
I know I can come to you
With anything because you
Will always understand
We have a lot in common
Some people ask why do you
Even talk to her
She don’t care about you
At all
I tell them
They don’t know you like I do
And they never will
Because even though you’re not
Blood you are still my family
No matter what happens in
Twenty years or even two weeks
Down the road we will always be
Sisters for life
And I happy that I can look at you
And say I love you sis
Life may not be fair,
But we can still choose to treat each other fairly,
Love each other dearly,
And perform acts that are kindly.
If we do these things blindly,
Things will automatically,
Improve exponentially.
St. George May not be English
By Bob Moore(c) 2016
St. George may not be English
but he’s England’s Patron Saint
St. Patrick is Saint of Ireland
but an Irishman he ain’t
St David was a Welshman
but St Andrew, not a Scot
the brother of Saint Peter
so Scottish he was not
St. Denis, Patron Saint of France
an Italian was born,
and Spain has the Virgin Mary
we celebrate that special mom
Most patron saints have helped the country
where they are now revered
to rid the population
of the things they have most feared
Legend says St Patrick
chased the snakes into the sea
whether this is true or not
remains a mystery
And did St George slay all the Dragons?
in England’s pleasant land
or is this just a story
passed down from hand to hand
These legends and these stories
are lost in myth, and history
but there are no snakes in Ireland
and in England, no dragons there be.
you may not believe me nor in my faith,
But I'll be there always till ends our fate
Together by stars predestined and God.
May my all I hope you accept though odd.
With my heart and soul I love you ,my dear ,
Whose affection I'll whisper in your ear.
Your silence frightens me. I wish you saw
With what fondness I do hold you in awe .
With my heart and soul I love you, my dear.
Here we go again.
Silly boy.
Tell me no lies.
I may not be smart.
But I am not stupid.
These words you speak are like flies.
Annoying little bastards.
Getting stuck in my hair.
Even though I shall not believe.
I may not be smart.
But I am not stupid.
Not so easy to decieve.
I'm sure everyone has met a few of these:
Planning on college but can't formulate a sentence
or spell shoe
Still they want a degree so they think college will do
Many leaders in the world never had a formal education
Such as Ford, Lincoln, Churchill, Truman and Edison
What they learned they acquired by their own volition
And could out shine the masses by their erudition.
Does higher education improve those who haven't
the equipment they need
Not likely because no harvest is gleaned from a field
gone to seed
Lack of learning many examples come to mind
But they're really common… not hard to find
intellectual lack includes
"Who was Plutarch? Oh it's a relative of Pluto"
"Isn't that something everyone should know ?"
"In Ancient times there was WWII"
"Not many people then only a few"
"What is Sagittarius, can't locate it"
"Something about archery…maybe Robin Hood
would fit"
"I'm surprised about Robin Hood that you know
about him"
"Well it's an eating place where you can carry out
or eat in"
So those dim in the head don't waste your
resources
By going to school to take erudite courses
Not a thing will stick in your head from that
school
And it should be remembered not even God can
teach a fool
I May Not Be Here Tomorrow!
When tomorrow comes, I may not be here!
This life I have… Could just disappear!
I may think of this world as my “sanctuary.”
But my life down here, is just temporary!
Life just passes me by, and goes by fast!
I can think of many things done in the past!
But the past is gone by…
Tomorrow’s another day!
What am I going to do?
What am I going to say?
I don’t know about the future,
or what it may bring.
Life has it’s way of bringing
good and bad things!
I’m going to look to Jesus and give him my trust!
Living daily for him...
I shall try! I must!
Jesus holds tomorrow in the palm of his hand!
Everything about me... He already understands!
HE shall be here tomorrow! Till the very end!
He’s somebody I can give my life to! And depend!
I come to you Jesus! For comfort and delight!
I know that with you, everything will be alright!
Life may not turn out the way
I expect it to be!
But Jesus will take care of it all!
Most assuredly!
By Jim Pemberton
Although you have acquired enough Might
But you do not have any moral Right
To render this humanity in a merciful Plight
As through your dreadful mental Flight
You have achieved the destructive Height
The situation now has become so Tight
That just with a provocation Slight
A ' Nuclear War' is very much in Sight
Think of the day after the ' Nuclear Night'
It would be full of Death, Sorrow and Fright
So now is the only time to Alight
From your towering plans to Fight
Think of the future, turn it Bright
Live with the nature, enjoy its Light
So keeping this reality in Foresight
To Trump and Kim, I lent an Insight
They decided to meet, with an Invite
And finally this time, without any Qualm
Each having Peace, written on his Palm
They are now meeting, this time in Vietnam
Hope they behave, quite cool and Calm
MEETING SCENARIO
For the second time, they would now Meet
With a warm handshake, expected to Greet
Both will relish, the Vietnamese Treat
Ready to achieve, a historic Feat
While each carrying his strategic Folder
Trump walking tall, looking a bit Older
He puts his hands, on Kim's Shoulder
Peace is emanating, from every Boulder
HEATED ARGUMENTS
With each other now, they would Bump
Kim then saying, while attacking Trump:
Decide whose country , is a den of Vice
You were the inventors, of this Device
And attacked Japan, intentionally Twice
Now trying to give us, so cunning Advice
When these facts, Kim may Apprise,
Trump will be taken, by great Surprise
Would claim that step, was really Wise
To halt the war, that was on the Rise
SENSIBLE DISCUSSIONS
Look..... fully loaded is our Nuclear Cart
Pressing our buttons, can make them Dart
To alter the world's, geographical Chart
If destructive invention, is a scientific Part
It's effective prevention, is a humanistic Art
So never let this, foul game Start
Retreat happily, with a clearer Heart.
World would accept us, as very Smart.
I take my pen, write words to paint,
With boldness, color lines.
My views reveal,
Some thoughts I feel,
With boldness, color lines.
When there’s a need, strong words define,
Strike hard, bear truth at will.
Hit the mighty
Powers that be,
Strike hard, bear truth at will.
Courage stands with a heart of steel,
Expressed in poetry.
It will not faint,
defy restraint,
Expressed in poetry.
To point out truth is writing free,
Though we may not be saints.
Threats can’t confine
What we incline,
Though we may not be saints.
All rights reserved—Cynthia Buhain-Baello—05.16.15
The Roundabout poem is a four stanza poem, with each stanza consisting of 5 lines. The poem is written in iambic and the lines have 4 feet, 3 feet, 2 feet, 2 feet and 3 feet respectively. The rhyme scheme is abccb/bcddc/cdaad/dabba. Roundabouts can be on any subject.
standing
upon the edge
you can look far and wide
but you cannot take another step, lest
you die.
extremes
not to esteem
precarious position
when the absence of balance kills
vision.
cinquains © 06.04.12
I treated this strange creature with great care
I knew she was not human, so unfair
She looked like my old cat before it died
Someone give her food, make sure it’s fried
She could not mew nor bark nor did she speak
I did not tell her that she was a freak
She liked to use her hair as a defence
Peering out as if in recompense
But if I’d cut it off, she would have screamed
As she watched the music fly in streams
She saw her visions and she talked to Lights
Noone human is vouchsafed such sights
But still I liked to gorge on her cheese flan
She might not act quite human but who can?
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Hope I remember everything I wanna say, Probably will if I'm feeling this way...
Your real, no filter so I'm expecting the truth got a couple questions for you..
The truth can't change the love I have for you but definately can change the things that I'd do.
I don't plan on over reacting but you need to be understanding..
Give me a clear explanation on where you see us going..
I'm headed to the top regardless if you plan on rolling..
I picture you my right hand, riding could be my imagination but I think it's the connection.. Hope this just ain't another lesson cus I look at you as a blessing.
You already know how I'm feeling& when you were gone a big part of me was missing.
When I speak you listen, in the letters..
It's my heart your reading.. So don't break me before you ever decieve me, leave me. Especially if in your heart you feel you will never love me .
I may not be that man you so much wanted;
That man you carved in your deepest imagination,
One who is too good to be human and whose air graces the eye.
I must have threaded a path,
A path I so much dreaded
But fate only laid me bare
Just like an iron lay bare in the hands of a blacksmith.
I may not be your best option
Among thousands of your would be suitors
Each with his resume of dainty degrees,
Heaps of galled grammars, Stools of Sacredness,
Crew of Cars, and nobleness in names.
And if asked where I lie,
There among the sun burnt lawn I lay in anticipation.
Like an Hunter in the forest,
I woke to the mockery of the grasscutters,
And to the soliloquy of the afternoon bee,
While the thorns inscribed words on my flesh
In my quest to bring home a prey.
I can boast over a shot,
A shot I am still to make
From this angle that I lay
While in my mind I do pray.
I may not be your best option
One who could bring you all the happiness you do crave,
But if you believe in a better me,
From our imperfections, we can be brave-
While sailing along this matrimonial sea.
From crashing waves he emerges with the clarity of a wide landscape
The king of darkness
Parades
In full view
His garish, monochrome ego
Emergent for all to despise
Original poem (extract):
"Into the ripples of the horizon's haze
The queen of the daylight
Slinks
Then is gone
Her wispy train of colour
Vanishing"
[From Poem: Sunset, Sam Scott 14.09.23]