Best Memo Poems
In four days from today
I wish you well as you go, and you shall walk again
Through the shadow of the day
Where memory forever my spirit keep in chain
And you shall inhale once more
Jasmines naked and dancing to the silver moon
Or hear whispering for sure
The tides that salt us that unwrinkled June
And I shall be far away
Praying as I always pray, waiting your return
To mend broken gaps of day
While among the yellow leaves I walk and yearn
Do not forget me, dearest
Do not with moon or river wander far away
But on pillow of your breast
Give me my rest, give me my hope to play
For bird songs there I know rise
Like angels vestal choir, or sirens seductive song
May bring the heart new surprise
Against all witchery there, keep your love strong
Walk by lignum vitae bloom
Cradle the blue mountain misty morning shape
Tremble at its thunder boom
And toss your cares across the bright sunlit landscape
There is healing in that place
A certain balm, and invigorating freedom there
An edible sense of grace
So delicious to those who walk with feet bare
Like children before the change
And yet for all the beauty and the music I keep
Another memory strange
The place where in my arms a princess fell asleep
The place where your kiss became
The elixir for which kings and heroes search and died
Where first the stag was made tame
No other beauty there may so my joy provide.
I said, “No.” and I meant it.
There was a memo. You know I sent it.
No...it's not something you can deny
And I have no interest in hearing why.
Your read receipt’s right here.
And the memo’s meaning was quite clear.
Despite that memo, you failed to comply.
So, for you, I’ll further clarify.
I have faith that you will surely understand,
When I put this ‘pink slip’ in your hand.
For those residents in MAGAville,
That can't seem to pull their heads out of Trumps' ass.
Take a minute away from those affectionate kisses, and
For that moment, you might not be without class.
I know it must be difficult for you,
To honestly think and even act for yourself.
But what the hell, take a break from your ignorance,
And raise your mind above that bottom shelf.
Maybe then you can show some independence,
Since you don't always have to follow the crowd.
While those keepers of oaths and stupidity,
Can look elsewhere to make their boys proud.
Because honestly, you've been missing the boat of reality,
While sailing on a junket to an island of fantasy.
And pardon me against all truth that's social,
But that gibberish is quite simply, lunacy!
So stand tall, pull your big-boy pants on,
Take a deep breath, then swallow hard.
Take a look in the mirror with clear eyes,
Find the truth behind the lies, and what remains is a canard.
Public service announcements seem to not work any more.
The stress of our circumstances seem to confirm our righteousness.
We never listen to anybody but we listen to our pity.
We praise and glorify the same thing that families mourn over, and we only grieve when it directly affects us.
There’s no turning back from what you believe to be righteous, but yet you expect the same support of your wrongdoing.
You want us to turn a blind eye to what we’ve seen everyday.
Now, see sir, that’s not righteous.
That’s insanity.
Doing the same thing over, and over, until the result rears it’s same ugly head.
Extortion, of course, that’s the name of this game.
Our “leaders” in this case seem to run at the face of the law, because they can’t face what will happen to them if acknowledged.
Now, they’re no different but my God how soft you seem when those other colors show up.
Why don’t you treat them like you do those other boys
from cross town?
See, that’s the enticing part about this lifestyle you boys live.
Gang banging, cane slanging, one bad son of a gun.
Until proven otherwise.
See the pillars of Islam, there lies 5 truths.
Just as it does within the rights of humanity.
See we, us, we got the right to life and liberty,
But you believe your liberty is to take a life.
We also got freedom from slavery and torture,
But your actions torture our community and enslave not only us but yourselves to a 23 and 1 confinement space.
We got freedom of opinion and expression,
But let a soul say something you dislike and again their liberty and life is at stake.
See liberty and justice is not for all,
It’s just for you. I guess.
See, but I got the right to work and education.
And if that means working to get you boys to see more than what you’re doing and educate physically or
mentally, that’s what I’m here for.
See that’s my right. Survival ain’t my human right. it’s just my right to live. And you just ain’t cutting it for me.
I guess you boys from the hood ain’t get the memo.
The only person you put fear in… is you.
I treasure that which cannot be found.
The antecedent at a juncture.
Your face laying on my timeline.
A just God somewhere.
Please clearly print your name
on the front of your mask. Cupid.
(Cupid is having a heck of a time this year. Not to forget all the other mishaps masks are causing. As a public service, I will just reiterate a few -- and please add some to my list as you become aware: CDC has just determined that Masks cause life threatening flatulence; per Fauci's recommendation, Pfizer is developing a new Posterior-mask – asking for volunteers with IBS to participate – Biden promises 100 billion masks by next Thanksgiving – he has issued an Executive Order banning all Chili-fests (Hear that Texas!) – Also, dental colleges in New York and Los Angeles are running dangerous low on masks with automatic floss attachments, Biden promising to order several Billion from reputable Chinese manufacturer in Wuhan. So, we really need to Brain-storm, here at Soup – it is our Civic Duty! Joe.)
Penetrating the window the moonlight casts onto my desk wheyey cream of gleam
Bypassing the door ajar extends afar my reminiscence in wee wisps of waft,
Ferreting out your memo and dusting dog-eared pages before sallow lamp shaft,
I telepathize myself terrifically to wonder whether you are right in your serene dream
weaving the warp and woof of our romance that away from remontant has yet stayed.
Gazing at the ink trace set on papers into which condense and crystalize the bygones gooily gaunt,
and missing my line of thoughts between the lines from which spill and spread nostalgic titbits that haunt,
Could I recover the complete imagery of your sensuous sentimentality from splintery pieces frailly frayed?
Should your memo mirrors my heart, the first to fade in my sight would be your eyes glistening in tears.
Should my heart hearkens to your memo, ne'er to fade out of your ears, my sweet nothings day and night.
anxious to teleport myself before you to get an eyeful o'er you, my eyeful, a fay wanting knight,
I set out to indulge both of us into long overdue snuggles and osculations, up for which my everything gears,
Only such blue-sky scenario fails to take off, transfixed by the moonlight peeking into the memo so soon,
Where would I enshrine your solicitude of old, which seems to seep out of the lines while crooning toward the moon?
Hectic in duty
Memo in priority
Be gone for awhile
Although a period has no real jurisdiction,
It has substantial reason and purpose.
Bringing to mind its’ weight in space,
as well as, on paper.
What this solitary mark does,
Enables a pause.
Indicating ultimate culmination, this mark competes, only with
the colon, leaving nothing more to say,
Unless it is to filch some jurisdiction from its’ fellow marks;
none of which, can lawfully tell.
This period reeks of authority!
Lynn Fuller
Dear Tenants,
If you are not a global citizen
then you do not reside here.
Your vehicles,
and your extractive habits of siphoning and fracking my resources,
your competitive lose-lose nationalistic economy,
and your toxic egocentric culture
are prohibited by our mutually cooperative lease
on multiculturing life.
Please stop peeing and pooping in my water,
while starving my malnourished soil.
How would you like it if I took a crap in your blood-stream
and sucked dry your soul?
Please turn down the volume
and turn up some compassion.
Breach of globally contracted
mutual respect and integrity,
need I remind you?
is far more than sufficient cause to evict
your not-sorry-enough ass.
Namaste,
Landlady Gaia
Memo To The Cosmos
Speak softly to your children in their billions
Burning stars and planets planted in the dark
Avoid the void with colors you created
Started in the garden of your heart
Watered with the tears of ages parted there
Shared with the cosmic dust in their parade of days
The Great Animator of antimatter who made us all
Calls to you on the winds in angular momentum
Remember to always care
Absolute zeroes walk hand in hand
Deceleration parameters of the dark matter clamor
Cajole all things from nothing, shakes them into life
Remember cosmos, to close your eyes
In the explosions, reds and whites, blinding lights
Knit them into place
Ponder nuclear fission
House the gravity of souls with every hour
Sit on the emission distance. String the theories
Stitch them together
Inertia reminds you where you are today
Drift with it in silent vectors distance
Take inertia to heart
To the stars, to your little ones, your little heroes
Calculated by their zeroes
Take this memo to the Cosmos
Be light
Try not to be absorbed while being born
it is circulated deep into the soil
that you’ve wore the dress of paraffin
in the multidimensional wind of the winter
the cash-memo of the recently purchased
gold-bangles
would reside for some time more
then all the pregnant women
would assemble in the river-ghat
to meditate on the paddy-blossoms
all diamonds and clubs
would overcome their insomnia
through this arrangements
the crushing-news of fostering
flows
this dilution is well-known
the river-ripple of the air
after reading the sun
would keep some extension of dahlia
on its palms
in an unwritten evening
the demi-god-birth of the fire-flies
would break
their easy dead bodies
by the instigation of the surges
would ring … and ring… and ring
and spread cheerfulness
the elderly rain-tree comes to spray anti-biotic
on the spoilt top-branch of the young lad
covered with citronella
The Home Goods store was filled
With tons of stuff for Halloween.
October’s weeks away, but it’s
The most I’ve ever seen.
There were glasses and ceramics,
Decked in orange and in black,
Painted witches, ghosts and goblins
Meant to give a heart attack.
For the home were lots of pillows,
Shaped like pumpkins, ghouls and bats,
Plus assorted signs and dishes
And some scary welcome mats.
But what really did surprise me
Were the many queen-sized sheets
With a Halloween design;
I never knew, aside from treats,
That to really feel the spirit,
We should decorate the bed.
Did I miss the memo sending
Such ideas into my head?
Next are turkey sheets for T-Day
And for Veterans, some tanks.
Dear Home Goods, guess for showing me
The way, I owe you thanks.
hate has infused the land; all created equal,
memo~not received
Alexis Y.
03/08/2021
As I memo...
Past time
As I had been
In such severe pain
I went in for Treatments
and at last time... Once again
Seeing a doctor
For severe Whiplash
As I was there
Strange Happening
As doctor examined my neck
Started to turn my head
this way and that
Next I knew...
I was looking down
At me!?.. on the table
and the doctor.. yelled
In a low crying sound
"Wake up---Wake up"
As his voice... strained
Yet... I could see
All this going on...
Just same
And yes... strangely enough
This was happening to me..
I seen myself
I was laying there
Plain as day...
I then realized I was yet
In mid air...
Strange...
I had No Pain...
It was as if
I was Floating
I memo..
No pain.. at all
Just Enourmous Peace...
Sweeet Love..
But then all of sudden
It was as if.. in a Blink...
in A moment of time
I opened up my eyes
Staring at the doctor
who said are you alright!!!?
I said... what happened?
I am fine
he was so surprised
He then said...
Praise God...
As he looked at me
then Dr Said.. sadly..
Oh... I am sorry
But You.. are just
Just way... too dangerous
For me to work on..
I can not help you
Any more
Then he helped me up
Then we left the room
I went out the door
Just Think..
Time so shall be...
That in A moment of time
We all will experience
Change Forever
Eternally with our Divine
Come to Jesus
While there is Still time
Become Eternally Born-again
Live forever with Him..
Has anyone Ever
Had experienced this Too???
Outer Body...