Best Mr. Poems
Peaceful poets on the Web
he trolls
Looking for prey and you pray
he stays away
Mr Positivo—oh no!
Mr Positivo
He exudes gnarly-cissistic flair
It’s no surprise that this guy’s
ego’s king-size
Mr Positivo—controls
Mr Positivo
At first he exerts positive vibes
You say “thanks” then joy he tanks
by insidious pranks
Mr Positivo—throws shade
Mr Positivo
Many love and adore this guy
He has them fooled his influence fueled
by charisma bejeweled
Mr Positivo—oh no!
Mr Positivo
Mr Positivo—controls
Mr Positivo
Mr Positivo—throws shade
Mr Positivo
Mr Positivo—stay away!
Mr Positivo
Sixteen years old and in a world of her own
Confined to life lived in a wheelchair
Ever since birth, doctors don’t know what went wrong
But, it was like no one was at home in there
One summer vacation with the other kids in tow
The family visited a Kentucky horse stable
They left her alone in a sunny grass meadow
While off riding with the children who were able
While sitting alone in a catatonic state
Staring out somewhere in space
A gelding that was grazing, Mr. Truly Amazing
Came up and licked her on the face
The family returned to a shocking surprise
Seeing the wheelchair left unoccupied
They looked all around, then couldn’t believe their eyes
When they saw her standing with a horse by her side
She was petting his nose, feeding him an apple
And seemed to be whispering something
They were frozen in their tracks not believing the fact
That their Jenny was no longer a nothing
The mother walked up, in a delicate manner
Not wanting to interrupt this miracle’s course
When Jenny turned to her and in a shallow voice
Whispered, “Look, Mommy, I have a horse”
“Who will not open a gift given with love? Life is a gift, own it, open it and treasure it.”
_ By Poet
God has breathed life into me, and I live.
To make this life as fruitful as I can, I shall strive.
Life is a blessing, a treasure to cherish
I should make it a celebration with every moment to relish
Though life is one of ups and downs with sorrows rife,
With perseverance, I shall try to overcome every strife.
Life is a precious gift we can never forsake.
It is a journey uphill, we must all undertake.
Though life is a roller coaster ride with twists and turns
There is so much in life, each one ardently yearns
Even amid struggles, one can savor the beauty of living
It lies in the art of forgiving and in the joy of giving
In learning new things, in aiming at new heights
In relishing new scenes and in savoring new delights
Every day I take a new step, a new chance,
To improve the quality of my life, its worth enhance.
With a beacon of warmth and a touch of grace,
We can light up lives and bring a smile on many a face.
I wish I could fulfill my purpose, to light up the dark
To make a difference in some lives and leave a mark.
As long as I live, I should see the power within,
To love, to learn, to grow, to strive and to win.
April.12.2023
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Mr Fauci Mr Fauci
You are making me to so grouchy
TV appearances persistent
I’d prefer you social distant
Every day you make a statement
Think I’ll call for noise abatemen
Your flip flopping is so bad
That it makes me hopping mad
There in Wuhan, no compunction
You supported ‘gain of function’
When you say that you are science
Pass my surgical appliance!
Is this your wisdom, come with age?
Then will you kindly leave the stage
We will say: you did your best
Now give yourself and us a rest
Mr. Mouse,
Mr. Mouse,
What are you doing,
In my house?
I smell cheese,
yummy cheese!
I would like some,
If you please?
One small bite,
Would bring delight,
Then I will leave,
Without a fight.
No cheese for you.
Just go, get, shoo!
You scared my mom,
And sister, too.
No cheese, in fact,
To stay intact,
You better run,
We have a cat!
4/11/21
One of my favorite writers in PS, smart reader not big mouth!
I had a black cat called Magoo
The slippers and clothes it would chew
This damaged its jaw
And broke every claw
Thank goodness I had super glue!
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Furry Friend contest by Royal T.
Placed 6th
Now I ask you this
A more common name you will not find
Cities have thousands of them
Small towns have at least one
Why pretty much everywhere you go
You will find a Mr. Smith
Why once in china
In the middle of nowhere
This old Chinese man came out of his hut
Shook my hand
Said , Ni Hoa me Mr. Smith
I was truly and duly shocked
Being a Smith, he made me tea and served me lunch
Go to any hockey game and I will tell you this
In the stands
There will be 1000's and more
of Smiths, Mr. and Misses and all manner of Smiths
Why even the Montreal Canadians have one!!!
Now if you turn around, there will be a smith behind
The odds say this is true, and thankfully for all,
To hold a door open
To help an old lady across the street
The Smiths are gods angels
Lending a helping hand
Love and good cheer, you know a smith is near
Now you may ask me how I know all this to be true
The answer is quite simple you see
I know a Tim Smith
A kinder man you will not find
A family that loves him
Friends that appreciate him
A tavern that knows him by first name
Someone who always buys me a DRINK!!!!
A man of loyalty this is for sure
What else explains a Blackhawks fan?
So I tip my hat to my friend Tim
I raise a glass of good cheer and salute
To a family man of honor
With a heart of gold for those lucky enough
To know Him
Cheers
"The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind." Khalil Gibran
Mr. Moore taught us English lit
but more important than that,
he taught us how to use our wit.
He willed us to go way beneath
the surface and there discover
treasures hidden under the heath.
He urged us all to cast our lines
way far out into our waters,
waters of thought, we could refine.
We found Truth was for Mr. Moore
like a shield or coat of armor.
These well-known words tacked to his door -
"Above all, To thine own self be true."
Then, does it really matter much
what others choose to say or do?
Virtue we came to realize
exists in the mind of the man -
his character without disguise.
An August night waits,
For the setting of the sun.
Sparkles light her eyes,
When sunset has begun.
A romantic ambiance,
Moon nestles with the night.
Waiting to cast his love,
Of radiating light.
Reflections over waters,
The moon blushes with a glow.
Embracing one another with,
The love they both bestow.
A secret rendezvous,
Between Ms. lady night.
Dancing with her love,
As his poem's, he recites.
Cool street breath
Presses on him as he curls beneath the bridge again
Mind Flickers
Bright scraps he can’t hold…slipping off like ash in rain
Still he collects
Every stray spark slicing through the static
Hoping one
May burn long enough to start him over
NOTE: In response to this Poem I have received a surprising pleasant letter from President Obama today 5th March 2015 itself. To see that please visit my Blog on PS of 5th March 2015
or use following URL:
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry_blogs/blog_detail.aspx?BlogID=26299&PoetID=17041
You Have Touched Our Hearts Mr. President
Thank You Mr. President
And the First Lady
For Your Visit to India
On Our Republic Day 26th Jan.
In This Visit
And Specially in Your Last Day's Magnificent Speech
You Have Touched The Hearts Of Every Indian.
Together US & INDIA
CAN SOLVE
WORLD'S MANY DRASTIC PROBLEMS
WHILE BRINGING PEACE AND PROSPERITY
FOR INDIA & US
AND FOR THE REST OF THE WORLD.
IF YOU GO THROUGH MY POEM Dated 4th July 2011-
'GREETINGS TO USA FROM INDIA'
YOU WOULD KNOW
THAT WE HAVE AN OPEN HEART
TO MAKE YOU
(UNITED STATES)
OUR BEST FRIEND AND PARTNER
FOR THE LAST MANY DECADES.
THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN
FOR ACKNOWLEDGING THIS
MR. PRESIDENT
WE CAN WORK TOGETHER
TO MAKE THIS WORLD
A MORE BEAUTIFUL AND BETTER PLACE
TO LIVE AND LOVE.
BON VOYAGE
TO BOTH OF YOU MR. PRESIDENT.
On behalf of millions and millions
Of people of India.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India27th Jan. 2015
Presidents and Prime Ministers keep coming and going in every country of the world. Often without leaving any impressions on the minds and hearts of that country's people, but you are different Mr. President. By your simplicity and graceful expressions you have created Magical effects and impressions on the minds and hearts of my countrymen. For which we feel honored and sincerely thank you Mr. President and the first lady Michelle Obama for your visit on our Republic Day 26th Jan. 2015. We are also thankful to our dear Prime Minister Mr. Modi, who invited you for this historic visit.
I love how your long chestnut hair flows over your gentle shoulders,
And when the sun searches you out for a moment, your hair sparkles…
Because I lit a match and threw it into that rat infested hair ball that you
Waste all your time on. Next up is your head which I’m going to rip…
Don’t listen to him. I’m mesmerized by your deep blue eyes, when they lovingly
Gaze In my direction. I will never make you shed a tear, my dear…
But I’m going to kick you about this filthy house. It looks like all you’ve
Done all day is piss in the wind. And stop your crying; your baggy eyes are…
Ignore him, my love. Your soft, gentle touch upon my face arouses my senses to new Heights. All my cares wash away as your aquiline hand slowly glides along my arm…
What the hell does he know? If you don’t get your boney hand off me, I’m going to break it In half. And the next time I catch you trying to be nice I’m going to throw you out with…
Stop that, Hyde. Sorry, my love, but as I was saying, your body is a masterpiece sculpted out of the finest treasures. I’m in awe of its supple curves, how it flinches to the touch…
Oh, shut up Doc, you’re killing me. And speaking of killing, I feel like pummeling
The living daylights out of your emaciated, piece of good for nothing…
Please be mine baby, before I’m lost forever to…
I’m in charge, so get over here and take it like…
I’m fading, my love. Hurry, say you’ll be mine. Save us.
I’m going to tear you apart. You’re no baby, you’re a…
Save me, before the monster wins…
Too late, Dr., she will be all mine soon…
Just a kiss, my dear. Just a…
‘Slap’, take that b****...
One kiss. Now! -The Dr. and his lover kiss- Thank you, my love. Let that vile
Monster rest in peace, so that we will be left in peace from it for evermore.
believe you me sirandmiss
a country made of this
youIItthem(a blended cocktail conspiracy)
you, Land of Calvin
Klein peacoat peacocks and Maybelline
Girl with cryproof mascara dripping(fashion
-first step lacking substance(of you
I sing: land of Oliver North and Ellen Degenerous
land of malcontent:singing(quietly)humming
cooking cuisine in add-one-minute-microwave
fashion. Shaving with grandfathers
dull razors: regifted dull past-tense,
passe(useless musings) all and every
voice:merrier men singing old songs
for yesterday dancesteps contradict
wants for(pleading) a progressive and peaceful
now. Rome then leaned on decayed pillars
now: chasing barbarian hordless lands
are stray grazing(starved weak) seeking,
singing A-
mer
i
ca, I mourn
you and every-one-of-millions
bitter wanting back gifts given
continually. Awash in(apathetic)
angst:whispers-peaceful-timid-unichs
let freedom echo
hollow. xanex glazed eyelid
americans (sitting in assigned seat,
from a menu)
eating
screaming meekly.
On a sweltering summer day,
Mr. Crocodile's come to stay.
Slithering into shops and stores,
every cold thing he devours.
Children's mouths drop and drool.
They see what's keeping him so cool!
Cats and dogs linger at his feet,
licking up drippings, of sweet, stolen treats.
Cops and fire trucks roar down the block,
with their sirens blaring, chasing Mr. Crock.
Toddler's cry while their mother's scream,
to see him eating all the town's ice cream.