Best Mis Poems
Mis En Place'
(Everything In Its Place}
Arrange it all
Piece by piece
Step by step
Make your world fall in line
With the New Time.
Forget the Before;
Anticipate the After
There is no real moment aside from this.
Lay it all out
Day by day
One step follows another
One by one
Because there is no plan;
Moments march on
As you try to make yourself fill time constructively,
But you dither,
Because there's always tomorrow.
Day or night,
What does it matter?
You've oceans of time;
Drift through the dark depths
There's always tomorrow
Before you drown.
The invisible enemy
Holds us in its thrall
We hide from one another
We hide from ourselves
We face the endless days
Huddled in our huts,
Craving one another
Fearing one another
We shall of course come through this
Though who can say at what cost.
I hope in the end it will make us burn for connection,
To celebrate how unified we truly can be.
Let us learn from this the vast family we are,
Bound by blood and hope, refusing to submit,
As we so often do,
To the cold, indifferent judgement of Fate.
Grieve, yes grieve my Brethren,
For all the loss and all the pain.
Shatter the skies with your laments,
Make the gods shed bloody tears for us.
We will pass through this fire
Emerge purified;
Stronger yet.
This is Mankind.
We do not surrender.
Face the Truth, hold the loss
To your hearts,
Grieve and weep and let the sorrow
Burn into your bones - Yes!
But in the end,
Remember who you are:
Sapiens, masters of the world.
You will survive
You will prevail.
You will NOT submit to Anything.
My Brothers and Sisters,
Unite with me in common belief
That that which does not kill us
Makes us stronger.
Yes, this will slay many of our tribe,
Steep us deep in sorrow.
Embrace the pain of loss, show the gone-before
That we are stronger for our pain;
Show them we will fight to honor them.
We will not submit to this;
We will emerge the stronger.
On that happily emotional day
You announced your retirement.
I was anable to say
A word at that moment.
When you were giving the speech,
And reminding us your memories.
I was visualising your previous match
In which you'd made hundred centuries.
You said your speech was getting long ,
But I thought it was the only start .
At that moment I wanted to write a song ,
But it is not my part.
I had made your photo collection
And I thought I had lost it.
I was listening you in an emotion,
Before finding the collection I didn't sit.
When you finished your speech ,
I couldn't stop my tears .
It's not for me but each
Of your fan couldn't stop their tears.
I would be telling in my whole life
That I'd seen the God was departing .
Sachin your name will remain in cricket ,
And cricket without your name wont be starting .
Thank you God for giving us
The God of Cricket .
He will remain in us ,
Till we hear the word "cricket".
Freedom asserted, freedom elevated
At the price of abandoning trivia
Jettisoning frills in the context of flights coveted
When whites and nights turn cold and Sylvia
Despite her brown complexion tolerates ebony skin
Rating it high, far above the artificial allure
Derived from immersion in complexion creams locked up in a bin
Sylvia suggests promotes the lure
Freedom denies to plastic surgery
That disfigures natural beauty ensnaring it into a belief
That brown skin defeats dark skin although beauty forgery
Elevates creepy kingship of mischief
Meant to deny dark beauty its place under the sun
Where African men and women turn away from their nature
To adopt and coopt artificial beauty not just for fun
But also for keeps and the contemporary culture
That invades and pervades Africa from rejection of traditional meals
Traditional attire, primacy of the mother tongue
To the adoption of intrusive Western languages and frills
Which rob Africans of their identity and slang
Until Africans know not where they belong
Being neither fully westernized nor fully Africanized
Like when expectant mothers deem it wrong to don oblong
Maternity dresses in favour of balkanized
Fashion whose promotion and commotion don’t augur
Well for the short term, midterm and long term
Plunging Africans into a perennial quandary and conundrum which figure
High among inconsistencies that squirm in an African misculture worm.
Now, Father McGee and Parishioner Finn
Stood out in front, by the road
Each of them holding a sign on a stick
with a message with spoke of forebode
McGee's sign said " THE END IS NEAR"
Finn's--- " TURN 'ROUND, BEFORE IT'S TO LATE "
Soon came a car speeding on by
With a driver who looked real irate
"GET OUT OF THE ROAD, YOU DOOMSDAY NUTS"
Yelled the driver, while increasing his speed
Just seconds later the pair heard a screech
And a very loud splash there indeed !
McGee turned to Finn, said "It's Happened again
This message I'm beginning to doubt"
Finn then suggested perhaps a new sign
Stating simply " The Bridge is washed out"
Mis-fit human
Oh we sprung into the Eagles,
cos we could cos we could,
And we altered things too suit us,
cos we could,
We over-took the bodies of Chimps,
enjoyed the physical,
And we slaughtered out the other Chimps,
at this the Chimp does well,
So murder become the pattern,
of our Animal neighbourhood?
the beast energy it takes over,
unseats a spirit from the good,
When passion of the beast, it does enthral,
Another human/animal’s, death knell,
Spiritual release is understood,
Out of the misfit humans’ spell,
The beast can take you over, and it could,
Here rage and hatred can be understood,
The sadness and the madness,
aint 4 the common good,
so control your beastie very well,
cos inside man does dwell,
the nastiest monster, in the Hood.
The neighbourhood,
Know (it) bloody well.
Don Johnson
Google Edgar Cayce,
who says we took over animal bodies
in the beginning and produced the animal x spirit
an unstable mix, very volatile mix, it seems.
Beware the wrath of man!
Top dog is fighting cos he can ,
Where bullying is planned,
By the mongrel dog who could ,
Kill the under-dog he would,
Methinks you understand…
"I think we as humans keep returning because of our Animal body inperfection, which causes the emotion less spirit so much drama here and now,
with its surges of overiding ANIMAL PASSION blotting out of all spiritual thought and control. So we are ever returning, Until we get complete control.of the beast ???.."
The annual migration to the beach
The manatees are basking in the sun
Be sure to pack large quantities of bleach
The eyes will need a rinse before you’re done
Skiet mis
In plaas van woorde uit my pen
Vloei trane uit my hart se oog
Sodra ek sien ek het gewen
Besef ek hoe haar blom uitdroog
In minder as net sewe dae
verloor haar hart sy steun. En weer
probeer oortuig dat wat ek vra:
“Vergeet eenvoudig van die seer”
Verwagtend na die nuwe droom
Voor tyd sy skade weer oopvlek
Vloei woorde na my put se stroom
Waar trane uit ‘n boog vertrek
Tref mis alweer – onsekerheid.
Jy skild en pantserlaag jou hart!
Met ystepyl gelowigheid,
oortuigend, mik ek sonder smart
Mis besos sabe a Coca Cola
Tengo los labios jugosos como las cerezas
Tengo un gusto dulce para ir a cenar
Siempre ha sido así que no es sorpresa
La coca cola está en el cielo con diamantes
Y me esta volviendo a dar sed quieres un besito que te lleve ala galaxia de donde vengo yo pues con migo y la Coca Cola te vas a ir burbujeando toma un trago Coca-cola / Refrescante / Bubbly bubbles / Go up your nose / Making you sneeze / y siente lo frío y el dulce sabor que con un solo trago no va hacer suficiente para tu sed ... así son mis besos uno solo no te va a quitar la sed del deseo de volverme a besar .....Todo lo que quiere hacer es tocar las lunas de mi galaxia atu lado toma mi mano no tengas miedo Vamos, vamos con la coka cola bien fría
Podemos escapar al gran sol
Salimos al otro lado
Salimos al otro lado
Salimos al otro lado
Vamos, vamos, vamos, vamos, bebé
Whoa ah si Llevo mis diamantes para ya no regresar atu mundo y quedarnos en mi galaxia que se llama coca cola
We are snarly, and we’re gnarly,
We’re twisted, and we’re mean.
We smack you with our branches,
And we keep our real selves unseen.
We’re awful, and we’re terrible,
You had better keep your children away.
Because we’ll hold them, and we’ll fold them,
And we’ll never let them run away.
We are the meanest and the baddest,
And the most unhappy ones around.
And the sickest and the saddest,
You will wish your children never found.
Except on Christmas week, when we turn all nice and sweet.
Except when we come to your house, and with you we fast compete.
We are the pretenders, the liars, the thieves, the psychopaths galore.
Where are you going? I am not lying. She really cannot come to the door.
Nursey school and kindergarten
were filled with hours of play
'Graders' first through third
the 'Three R's' all day
The rest of school was one big blur
some teachers - ma'am; others - sir
When we finished college at age 22
we felt ready, thought we knew what to do
Only to find disappointment in our workplace debut
~ What we'd learned all those years just wouldn't do
Llegaste a mí como rayos de sol,
cuando iluminan un bosque sombrío;
disipando con tu radiante amor,
mis penumbras de soledad y hastío.
Mis Chakras No Tus Chakras
It’s too early in the morning to have my patience challenged.
Woosah _ kumbaya _ got to get my chakras in balance.
Hold back my tongue _ use small words _ set breath at steady pace.
Surely what needs saying is clearly written on my face.
Muscles in my jaw refusing to smile.
Being a lying phony’s never been my style.
Best effort to grin becomes a scary grimace.
Nothing else to do but quickly leave the premise.
After botching up the routine plans of my day.
“Have a Good One” is all that BLEEP had to say.
I bet that negative Nancy’s spine is perfectly in line.
He’s too comfortably pleased with giving me a hard time.
As I looked through my rearview, I had to remind myself.
Don’t overlook the sole purpose of that being called the “Elf”.
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[In this writing elves.... Image result for the history from elfmythology.net
The word elf is found throughout the Germanic languages and seems originally to have meant 'white being'. ... For example, a number of early modern ballads in the British Isles and Scandinavia, originating in the medieval period, describe elves attempting to seduce or abduct human characters.]... not good. With that said, one never knows what anyone is lining or aligning themselves up to be/become. Judge the actions, not the idea!
Land Abuse and Mis-Use
How long will we all have waited
Until our lives have been annihilated
By robust dust, dirty water and pollution
For, there has to be a healthy solution.
Why time after time must we be exposed
What should have happened was a bill proposed
Each problem we had made history out of it
Our each effort to do never stop or ever quit.
Life will continue on like God has planned
While we should care for our lovely land
No one can come up with a perfect excuse
For pollution, land abuse and its misuse.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Eres tú quien provocas mis ardientes pasiones,
Con tus besos, abrazos y excitantes caricias;
Y no deseo fuera de tí extraños amores,
pues en tí yo encontré la razón de mis delicias.
Passing misgivings
There are moments in once elderliness when
the flowers of the mind, the silver of remembrance
is but a cracked black & white film.
Old age and wishes blend into a golden patina of
illusion, disappointment seeps in melancholy
lower the tired head and doesn’t let it look up to see
the sky or sense the wind or rain.
This tristesse where has the laughter gone, the charm
of friendship and the beautiful women are
but ghosts in a threadbare past.
The squall doesn’t linger colours become visible there
is no time not to enjoy what`s left in the time glass.