Best Meyers Poems


Soldier's Regret

I have seen the "corners of the world,"
heard the songs of many languages.
I have helped bring peace from many wars,
and played with the poor children of many countries.
I have tasted the fine wines, spirits and beers,
ate the feasts fit for a king, scraps, and dry meal.
I have seen the militias of other countries,
and the destruction of towns and cities due to war.
I have experienced Many Things,
exciting, horrible, memorable and painstakingly unforgettable.

As I lay on my hospital cot,
I slip in and out of consciousness.
I think about the things I have done in my life,
and yet the things I haven't.

My family, my parents, marriage and kids.
I've made my parents proud,
became someone by raising in ranks.
I've brought safety to my country,
joy and pride to my friends and family.
But I haven't had the chance,
to watch my kids grow up and start their life.
To play baseball with my son and coach his soccer team,
to take my daughter shopping or threaten their dates.
I haven't had the chance
to live on in retirement.
To meet my grandchildren and spoil them,
with stories and watch their faces light up.

As I lay looking up at the white
Red Cross tent canvas,
I think about the regrets
that many soldiers grasp, struggle, and
try to push away,
but still continue to crave.

As a soldier goes to leave this world,
there's always those final regrets.
They could be such as the want for
one last cigarette,
one last drink,
one last song,
or even one last intament companion.
Still with different beings,
there are different regrets.
Always one last something,
tangible or not, 
something to go away happy,
peaceful minded, blissed, and
pain-free.
 

*Note: This poem was inspired by Mr. L.A. Meyers who wrote the "Bloody Jack" Series
The Quote of Inspiration: "Trouble is, as a soldier goes to leave this world, he always
has some regrets-- he 
still wants one more smoke, one more drink, one more song..." His breathing is becoming
more labored and I 
know he is weakenin. "...and one more girl."

I made this to mold any military branch and both females and males.

Halloween Haiku

Triple Haiku
5,7,5 -- 5,7,5 -- 5,7,5

Evil brews, no rules,
looming witches ride their brooms,
demon eyed ghouls drool.

Potions have been brewed,
voodoo dolls alter my mood.
Serial killers.

Vampires, Ware-wolves,
Kruger and Micheal Meyers,
stalking to retire..

***Note*** This is an edit of my original Random Thoughts *49* Haiku--Tanka--Haiku... 

 
Jared Pickett
Asavvy1
9/8/2010

Premium Member Cowpoke Meyers

There was once an old cowpoke named Meyers

   For decades he'd rode an old hoss named Squires

      He'd roped steers and fixed fences

         Enjoyed beer and square dances

           And was bowlegged as a pair of pliers

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


My Dear Mr. Hansen

"Jacoby & Meyers" -  gave me a pale
Round bellied attorney with pony tail
 "Cash Only !" asking so far
After four weeks - got disbarred
Oranges fly between bars in Palmdale...


for Carolyn's Limerick Contest on Lawyers

Random Thoughts **49** Haiku--Tanka--Haiku

Haiku-Tanka-Haiku
5,7,5 -- 5,7,5,7,7 -- 5,7,5

Evil brews, no rules,
looming witches ride their brooms,
demon eyed ghouls drool.

Potions have been brewed,
voodoo dolls alter my mood.
Serial killers,
dead become walking dead,
I feel like I'm in "Thriller"

Vampires, Ware-wolves,
Kruger and Micheal Meyers,
stalking to retire..

Jared Pickett
9/8/2010
Asavvy1

My Fire and Desire

I have desire to excel. I have fire. I had desire and lost but bigger and better things 
for me are ahead. I tried they failed. The queen still hails and will live well. Glad that 
I'm out of jail. Still have desire to share my gifts with the world had the desire and 
the fire since I was a little girl. I know I will be known around the world. The girl 
from a small unknown city who never quit because she had that fire and desire that 
would burn through many many many millions of Oscar Meyers. 

 

 

1-8-11


Yankee Fan

Who’s pitching tonight?
Him? – Oh he’ll do alright
His curveball’s so tight
Yankee Fan

Be it Clemens, Mussina or Meyers
Pettitte, Rivera, Villone
He’s willing to bet on his pitcher
Especially if pitching at home

Jeater – now he’s really something
And A Rod – no equal is found
They cover the left in the infield
And Boy! How they cover that ground

Who’s pitching tonight?
Him? – Oh he’ll do alright
His fastball is so out of sight
Yankee Fan

Pin stripes are high fashion to him
Even fat guys look kind of slim
With the pants ending just at shin
In fashion they always win

He’s been in the House that Ruth Built
He’d sit there though heat made him wilt
He’s loyal without any guilt
He’s Yankee clean up to the hilt

Team roster? He knows every man
The batboy? He’ll name him – he can
This isn’t some fair weather fan
George Steinbrenner – yea – He’s da man

Who’s pitching tonight?
Him? – Oh he’ll do alright
His slider is simply a fright
Yankee Fan

Sure there’s work to be done by this evening
There are papers to read and to write
And it’s early but still he is leaving
The Yankees are playing tonight!

Who’s pitching today?
Doesn’t matter – no way
Yanks are playing hooray!
Yankee Fan!

Prayer For Divine Assistance

Lord, Jesus,I find myself in the Valley,
 And ask that You guide me through.
 Calm my anxious spirit. and show me what I must do.
 Saturate me with courage and wisdom,
 As I have never before known. 
 Fill my heart with blessed assurance.
 I need not walk this difficult path alone.

 Inspired by Angela Meyers
 by Joan May Donnelly Ellis
 Sunday, Sept. 6, 2015

The Domino Effect

THE DOMINO EFFECT!

By: Dark Sunshine - VSW

Real real Domino's Pizza cares...
Your hungry is not to be there!
When you hear your stomach growling
Call them up now!

Domino's Pizza...
A great place to eat -
Call them up and order for delivery,
Faster than a leer jet in the City.
Call them up and they will be really speedy!

D o you want to eat now?
O scar Meyers out?
M outh salivating?
I ndigestion not found?
N o food been swallowed for quite a while?
O ff the hook comes the telephone because you are calling Domino's!

P lease can you deliver[y] to my house?
I am hungry and my stomach is meowing.
Z esty pizza I do smell.
Z ealous I am,
A sking you to come real fast!

Domino's Pizza is your best bet!!!
What else are you craving?
We have chicken and pasta bowls.
We will dish 'em up also.
Cinnamon stixs
Hot fudge pies
Sandwiches for appetizers
You also can get you something to drink.
Darn, I will bring the menu if I forgot something.

The Poetic Warlocks Halloween

I've come to take a life,
and I'm searching for a certain Poetic Parasite.
Blood drips from my poetic knife,
and I'm placing him in the soup spotlight!

You know how I slice and dice,
So you can call me Michael Meyers!
Lay on my pentagram and be my sacrifice,
and feel my poetic fire!

I love how you run and hide,
chasing you on this site is such a thrill.
You better not commit suicide,
I want the satisfaction of this kill!

This site will be like Crystal Lake,
Dismembering this poet like Jason!
Talking about the Butterfly was your worst mistake -
So you better call a freemason!

You told me to burn in hell,
LOL, I'll gladly do so!
But I love having you under my spell,
So let me hit you with this TKO.

Stop cowering behind that woman's skirt.
Stick out your d#@n neck,
I swear it won't hurt,
Your head I've come to collect!

Look into my handsome face,
as I decapitate your head.
I'm placing it on my trophy case,
and this is gorier than "Night of the Living Dead!"

I want to eat out your heart,
kinda like Jeffery Dahmer!
I wanna blow your whole being apart -
So call me the una-bomber!

Remember when you called me a worm,
as you lay bleeding at my feet.
I've come to rid the soup of your germ -
So Trick - or - Treat!!!


Soup Family Happy Halloween - kids be safe!

Cowboy

ah the rockin rolling seat ,
dem bowlaigs sure hard to beat,
when ya poking them ol dogies ,
heading home and life is sweet,
when the cattle are a grazing ,
and the sun is setting low,
an the night watch is stargazing,
a sweeter life i do know,
back when life was walking slow,
but then complete...

thank you "Cowpoke Meyers"
an wrangler Bob Hinshaw...

Don

Premium Member The Canine Palace

The Canine Palace in downtown Fort Meyers
is where every chic, rich dog retires
The most posh place around
for worn pug or old hound
Ten grand a week is all it requires

6/8/22

Living In Brooklyn

Flatbush . . . Bedford Stuyvesant . . . Saint Jerome's . . .
Our Lady of Good Counsel School . . . The Sisters of Mercy . . . The Franciscan Brothers.
Double features at the Farragut movie on Saturday A.M.:
The Mummy's Curse and Abbot & Costello Meet Frankenstein.
Lotsa shorts, cartoons and Nyoka, the Jungle Girl,
Or maybe Dick Tracy or Superman if we were lucky.
Jangling trollies, "Hoodlums" Ma called em, pulling electric sprockets off
The aerial line as the trolly rounded Rogers Avenue.
Paul Chilcott, Roger Scott, Gerard Meyers.
Did I do my homework for tomorrow?
The stinking barn on East 28th Street where we pulled
Drags on Chesterfields and played Caught-Caught Ringaleveo and punchball
On the dirt side of the old barn.
Eggies no halvsies and aggies and yo-yo's and 'territory' 
With a big fat pen knife.
Flipping cards in the afternoon: Ralph Branca, Gil Hodges, Pee-Wee Reese.
Vic Rachi was hard to get -- even though a Yankee.
Pop taking Billy and me to Prospect Park Zoo. Always the seals first.
Had to be back by Four. Sunday dinner was always at Four.
"Pass the bread, Jerry." I threw a loaf to my brother.
Grandma, all eighty pounds of her, quivering in her raspy Sicilian voice,
"Don'ta throw God."

Premium Member Everywhere Babies Banned

The book Everywhere Babies by Susan Meyers originally published in 2001…
look it up…you might be amazed at all the awards it’s won!

It celebrates all kinds of babies and families in this diverse and once wonderful land…
Yet along with 57 other books deemed inappropriate by a school district in Florida…Everywhere Babies has been banned.

I imagine those who banned it have forgotten part of the wonder of babies…
is not only the way they smile, laugh and dance…
but just the idea of a baby…means humankind has another chance.

Another chance to be accepting…to make the world more beautiful…to diversify..
Another chance to show the world…there’s more to love than meets the eye.

Another chance to fight evil…another chance not to overlook 
the kind of evil that in the name of politics would ban a 20 year old baby book

Another chance to understand how sometimes pure evil can lurk behind a seemingly sincere mouthful of smiling teeth…
Another chance to unmask those sinister smiles and expose the evil underneath.

I’m not sure what those who banned this book are afraid of…
why it’s been taken off the shelf…
I imagine the best way to understand it…
would be to buy it and read for yourself…

Yes, perhaps that is the best way to fight this insanity…
what has become a distorted political view…
go out and buy yourself Everywhere Babies…
as of this moment we’ve purchased 2.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.

New Places, New Troubles (The Strange Events of Curdlequik Falls) the Musical

[JULIE MEYERS]:
Where can I go, and feel warm and safe?
Where on earth is there such a place.
There is so much I desire
When I see my past on fire.

New place, new troubles
I send my past away
New faces, new tumbles
Why cant the demons pass on with the day?

Why am I feeling alone?
How much darkness can be shown?
Where on earth will I be free
Together, you and me.

[CHAD HASSLER]:
You know I’ll be here
When together, there’s nothing to fear
Forever I’ll be in your mind
Forever I’ll be at your side

Nothing can change us
Nothing can move us dear
I will always cherish our moment,
Not to fret, not to fear.

[BOTH]:
New places, new troubles
We send our love through the sky
New faces, new tumbles

[JULIA MEYERS]:
Our memories will never die

[CHAD HASSLER]:
Everything happens for a reason, don’t question why.

[BOTH]:
New places, new troubles. Death is knocking on,,,my…door.

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