Best Nearsighted Poems
I was an experienced family therapist, helping families maintain functionality,
As wandering, starlit seasons maintain all nature, being rooted in practicality.
I loved preserving healthy relationships, that foundation of healthy societies;
And kept up a fruitful dialogue between the families, which relieved anxieties.
I, myself, had come from a happy home, never causing huge worries or fears,
For dear ones that I loved, never seemed to be leaving, as silvery cloud tears.
Friends dropped by like colorful fall, never failing to fetch the fondest smiles,
In the midst of a watchful, apricot noon, when rouge butterflies were in exile.
Family flew past fluffy clouds each fall, when autumn was pretty and frumpy,
Like field blossoms of windswept fragrance, elegantly disheveled and grumpy.
I lived in the house of sweet memories, and smiling faces on rose hued walls,
As rouge sun swims in roses nightly, prior to descending the precipitous falls.
Street performers were small, singing sparrows, on my swank avenue of sun;
Like a solo turns into a chorus, creating a prettier song-more elegantly done!
Nearsighted neighbors came to see me nights, and gaze at nacre pearl moon,
On the peach, peony porch of my placidness, in colors of the faded afternoon.
All were seized in summer's saffron grip, creating orange juice mist sunsets,
Like walking away, when it is best, and yet brave enough to have no regrets.
Flowers thrilled hot, apricot hours, and birdsong excited long, obsidian nights,
Cats slept on porches of ruby pansies, their short, sweet lives full of delights.
Then persistent tragedy finally struck me, when I lost a dear family member;
And while I suffered long and cried, I was comforted by smiles I remembered!
I found great solace in my work, for helping others paves the way for smiles,
Like keeping glad eyes on the summer garden, to delve its newest color files.
I found a love and was eventually married, like first tango of sun and planets;
And we and our children continue family traditions, like lofty birdsong habits.
Today, my grief is much diminished, like storm clouds fading into saffron sun,
For minds full of memories, help loving hearts heal, like rosy day just begun.
To celebrate his new glasses,
home a nearsighted dragon, did fly.
the doctor had truly, helped his sight.
A party he’d throw, full of savories;
on many delicacies, his friends would feed.
All night they’d party, till morning’s light.
His patio torches, he’d blow on to light;
water spots, he’d removed, from every glass.
He decided a menu, for his friends, to feed.
Off to the grocery, with his bags, he did fly;
oh, how he did savor,
his brand new, eyesight.
Dragon, in flight, was a curious sight;
with bags full of food, he did alight.
Dragon truly savored,
his shiny new eyeglasses.
but as turbulence hit, off they did fly;
causing him to drop his many bags of feed.
With no food, for his friends, upon which, to feed;
he dove, in an attempt, to restore his sight;
that nearsighted dragon in half-blind flight.
He looked drunk as the dickens, in broad daylight.
Though he recovered his glasses;
his sight, again, to savor.
Now he could see, to recover, his savory
menu and headed home, for his friends, to feed.
First he tied on his glasses,
as to not, lose his sight.
The coals on his grill, he simply blew, to light,
as his guests all arrived, in true dragon flight.
Hungry dragons in flight,
arrived, dined and savored,
the meal, he’d prepared by torch light.
On mushrooms and steak and potatoes they did feed;
oh, it was such a bright, festive sight
and they toasted him, with a great clinking of glasses.
Twenty dragons, still too full, to fly;
bedded down, in his cavern, by the morning light.
In dreams, they’d re-savor,
the spread; what a sight!
Dragon’s friends, just as planned, he truly did feed;
all thanks to his shiny new eyeglasses.
"HUNGRY GAMES"
"I can’t find the words I want to say! “
Under the moonbeam and sparkling scattered stardust,
I can feel the dew, which surpasses through the night.
As I speak to you in tongue, this stale flavor becomes overdone.
A taste of what is behind them luscious ludicrous lips.
I finally ask!
“Do you not feel what I feel?
Can you not feel my heart hesitating and holding hectically?
Addressed with attach anticipation on your side!
It is my hesitation, to answer with, “Please?”
The dwelling night disappears, underneath my deepen darken days,
In which makes every day, another night to come.
The wondering and whining worsens a little more.
I ache for seconds more, than my mind begins to mend.
The mornings keep approaching fast, the silences breaks!
Shattered scattered splattered words, finally released.
You start to nurture up around your notable noble nearsighted eyes.
For I have starved, just about all I can take.
Master of this crying slave…
“Your perception burns, the prescription, of persuasive deception.”
Your inacceptable improper intention cannot heal me now!
Leaving an awkward awareness feel, which lingers to the lustiness’, lost inside of me.
With a wallow with a swallow, soaping and spiting the sight of you.
Meanwhile your thoughts focus on the painful pulsating pleasure.
You will unleash on me…
For leaving all the crummy crumbling crumbs under our silver satin sheets.
I will be smacking and snaking surrendering and yielding, yearning at your will.
Please Master Can I have another, Cracker in bed~~ ?
by;PD
A cold lion roams, doctrinaire and sterile,
The expanse of Africa offers him no sanctuary, the Saringehti no salvation,
He can only smell the scent of his pride now, his cubs shun him,
Repelled by needless roars, the revolting rants,
Tail tattered, biten by jackels at will,
His nose bit and beaten from battles better avoided,
Soul tethered to a label, only a title, "King of the Jungle" ,
Fleas and insects of all sorts find haven in his muddy mane
once so puffed and wide like a thunderhead trampling over Tanzania,
I hear him in the twilight, lonely, unsated and undesired,
Paranoid about a life that does not seem to love him,
His heart became a desserted Athens, a broken, rigid column slumped on the earth,
He wanders near the Nile, nearsighted and nervous
As an Egyptian boy of ancient lineage stalks him sensitively
Putting the speartip to own temple saying,
I see your ribs, your broken paws, your futility,
I will now deliver your soul unto the cool night,
The spear is launched with a certain bloodlust
piercing behind the shoulder blade, his heart hollers
with the cry of scarred suprise, the lion stumbles and pants
vanity not allowing blame for lack of vigilance,
the boy trots to the spot, kneels in token reverence
telling him, sip the black puddle of your error, as eyes fold ever shallow,
let me feed you these apples of arrogance
so to quiet your grievence, to sooth your ego before final sight,
there is no shame in being slain by a Pharoah King, old lion,
I shall wear your teeth as a timeless trophy of tragedy,
Emblematical of Pride gone on too long,
may the spirit of Herodetous teach this lesson to a new breed -
J.A.B.
Glowing, half transparent
underneath the pot, burnt,
yes I'm scorched but not sweating,
because I'm furious, so hurt!
Horrid, nagging insults
though they break before my skin,
salt unto the open wound
fire on oil's brim.
My tongue is dull as a dagger,
my bones rot like pure gold,
only like the fire,
I'm not at all bold.
I'm as weak as a boulder,
I'm as kind as an angry beast;
generous as I rip and tear
bones and sinful meat!
Oh, weak am I? and sissy?
brainless? or no wit?
a syllable of another word,
my teeth will loose grit!
Thoughtless and unworthy?
boiling in a pit?
One more word I'll eat you up,
slash you into bits!
Glowering near translucent,
underneath the pot, burnt,
and the pot is a a-brimmin'
'cuz man, I am so hurt.
Worthless noogy insult,
'though they shatter upon my bones
spice upon a wet fresh cut
fire melting gold...
I'm nearsighted like an eagle,
I can only fight a boar,
one insult I'll show them
see if they'd ask for more.
….And no one spoke…
protecting all about them from
the perception of impropriety,
insensitivity, misunderstanding
…and no one looked…
shielding their eyes lest their gaze
be taken as an affront to the fashion
choices of a passerby, an insult to
the sanctimonious clerics wardrobe,
an assault on the personal space of
a nearsighted Neanderthal.
…and no one listened….
for fear of hearing anything….
that might offend their sensitivities,
sound a tone that was not in
complete compliance, allow the possibility
of conversation.
So did the monkeys take the throne,
the threesome of denial, risen
to the peak of power because they
heard no evil – spoke no evil – saw no evil
became the dupes of evil - because they
heard no good – spoke no good – saw no good
John G. Lawless
8/13/2015
I realize
I have real eyes
That see real lies—
~Nearsighted
(rule of law)
~Farsighted
(rule of lies)
~The "ayes" have it
(hidden agenda)
~The "ayes" have it
(secret addenda)
~The "ayes" have it
(hate crimes)
~The "ayes" have it
(critical times)
~Unmitigated truth
(entombed)
~Undocumented lies
(exhumed)
I realize
I have real eyes
That see real lies—
~As the world cries
***
12/13/2019
Photo "Imposter" by Gabriela Ferreira on flickr
Charles Green was eight years old, and his father was a great teacher.
Yet, Charlie preferred playing to school; because he was a daydreamer.
The Greens lived in the town of Ivoria, where dahlias nodded greeting;
And Charlie frolicked with Sam and Scarlett, until sun came, bleeding.
Samuel and Scarlett were his siblings. Both got good grades in school;
Like gardens dyed in burgundy, red, orange, and gold, lovely as jewels.
Fantastic, flaming nights were not far, and gusts fitfully tossed flowers;
As good friends flattered the family with visits, like silver glazed hours.
Funny family rode for miles, to laugh jokes, or olden days, out of focus,
When fruitful summer was finally full-grown, and jade frogs visited lotus.
Charlie lived in the house of enlightenment, like a saffron sun, forever;
Where lilac breezes brought on awareness, in emerald days of whatever.
Soaring ravens owned the satin nights, when navy twilight was missed,
On Charlie's street of songbird serenade, and big moon, still sun kissed.
Formality was never necessary with neighbors, when they came calling;
In a pretty nation of nearsighted novelty, where aged time was crawling.
The touch of jazzy 'jade vines,' adored June, and monkey tail cacti leapt;
As 'jungle velvet dottie' posed pretty, and 'little baby dwarf kowha' wept.
'Alien egg succulents' waited an eternity, only for pleasure of being born;
And 'blue shrimp' plants swam sadly, like snows, as weather turns warm.
On his way to school, Charlie began to dawdle. Frogs were so much fun!
Like honey sunshine on the first rose, back when scents were first begun.
Charlie's lateness was fun for a time, as neither of his parents knew of it;
Then his teacher made him realize, that with learning, the sky's the limit!
She finished her talk with the following words, that haunted him forever;
And made him a better pupil and person, like all honest, fruitful endeavor:
'A diller, a dollar,
A ten o'clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon?
You used to come at ten o'clock,
And now you come at noon.'
Alphabetical animals all around:
Angry army ants,
Busy buzzing bees,
Carousing calico cats,
Dancing dolphin duo,
Eerie electric eels
Fancy feathered flamingos,
Graceful grey geese,
Harmless hairy hamsters,
Interesting itchy insects,
Jolly Japanese jellyfish,
Karate kicking kangaroos,
Lonely little lizards,
Many mischievous monkeys,
Numerous nearsighted newts,
Old ornery otters,
Pretty pink pelicans.
Quick quacking quail,
Rockin’ Red Robins,
Slimy sea slugs,
Terrifying Tibetan tigers,
Upstanding undulating umbrellabirds,
Vicious vandalizing vultures,
Warbling white whipperwills,
Exotic examining extraterrestrials,
Yellow yoked yaks,
Zonked zoo zebras.
President's Day is approaching so I thought I would further your education,
By revealing useless trivia about some of the dudes who've served our nation.
President Washington actually had to borrow money to get to his inauguration.
He wore size 13 shoes and seldom took a bath much to Martha's indignation!
Abe Lincoln agreed his wasn't the prettiest face when all was said and done!
Once called 'two-faced' he said, "If I had two faces, do you think I'd wear this one?"
James Buchanan was nearsighted in one eye and farsighted in the other,
Causing him to lean his head to the left and close one eye, which was a bother!
For his breakfast, Ulysses Grant loved cucumbers soaked in vinegar to eat!
He probably saved his hide since he declined to join Abe in his theater suite!
Woodrow Wilson was plagued with indigestion and was blind in one eye.
He had a pet sheep named Old Ike that chewed tobacco and that ain't no lie!
Cal Coolidge used a paucity of words so that many folks thought him dead!
He liked his head rubbed with Vaseline while eating his breakfast in bed!
Harry Truman kept a sign on this desk that read, "The Buck Stops Here!"
Remembered will be his scorching letter to an editor defending Margaret's career!
'Tis well-known that Ronnie Reagan dearly loved Nancy and jelly beans,
And was happiest at his ranch riding a horse and wearing old jeans!
And finally, from Barack Obama we learned that there are fifty-seven states,
And that he makes skillful use of a teleprompter to ensure there are no misstates!
Th-th-thats all folks - more than you ever wanted to know about these chaps!
(There's much more I could reveal but it best be kept under close wraps!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
You woke up this morning
Remembering what they said to you
You remembered what they did to you
Learn by heart
That it doesn't matter who said what
Or who did what to you
Don't dress up in their negativity;
Your destiny is not determined
By what people did to you
Or by what they said about you;
You are so much more than nearsighted perception!
©021220151300
My small lad and his big dog are the absolute of friends.
Each knows he is the one on whom the other one depends.
I spy on them as they're wrestling on the newly mown lawn,
then with one motion they are up and ready to move on.
The dog slows his pace to match the small boy’s short legged stride
and guides him from all danger as he sticks right by his side.
I have a twinge of worry as they wander out of sight.
I run down stairs to call them in to know that all is right.
I need not to have worried for they’re coming on a run.
The big dog is on the job though they are still having fun.
I open wide the kitchen door as they both run inside,
my nearsighted little man and his faithful big dog guide.
I’ve heard people say dinosaurs are extinct
But I think there must be a resurgence!
It seems that our scientists all must have blinked,
Could it be just a bad egg emergence?
Imagine eggs dormant for thousands of years,
Now they’ve hatched with hell’s voice in their hoot-in,
This nightmare makes joke out of all of our fears,
For it seems they’re colluding with Putin.
Not often that slime mold can ever make friends,
Much more rarely with sentient creatures,
This scum uses dead and near dead for its ends,
Locked in dance with most all life's worst features!
Republican leaders are near perfect match,
War’s detritus their primary output!
For their reason for living is grabbing by snatch (1),
Evolutions connection to bigfoot?
It’s screwing and getting screwed Donald knows best,
And it could be it’s all that he’s good at,
Which explains why he thinks he must win to pass test
Beat him fair, get screwed twice, is his format.
If “excellence” is what unprejudiced seek,
The less fair minded seek just “advantage,”
Their disdaining of women means best sex is Greek,
Nation’s Law just a meddlesome baggage.
Supreme Court appointments must show prejudice,
Not a hint of a leaning toward fairness,
“Level playing field” “code” for unknown precipice,
And “Republican cheating” awareness.
It's hard to come up with one thing they stand for
Not wrapped up in Orwellian madness,
Theirs a nearsighted view only fools should adore,
And occasion for new Christian sadness.
Brian Johnston
February 16, 2017
Poet’s Notes:
(1) Of course, I am referring to “snatch” as a way of stealing from others
I was out in this world
amidst the nearsighted
unknowing of the winding road
How could I have not seen the dead end sign
therefore to be led off course into a ditch
seems as if no one
knew who to call
trying to find the way back
to the road while drifting further away
searching for happiness
out in the wilderness
a mistake for all was out for their own
trying one thing after another
only to last for a moment
leaving me empty and unsatisfied
I fell to my knees and held out my hands
as my spirit yelled for the Lord to save me
Then Jesus took hold of my hand
instantly I felt Love not of this world
dusting me off and a cleansing within
pulling me up I knew then
I was gonna be lead back to the road
No more stumbling around in the dark with no light
For His path is well lit from which He created
He shall never leave one alone
while guiding and protecting
If one shall get tired
He shall pick them up and carry them
while providing and endless
quench to hunger and thirst
I will hold onto the Lords hand
engulfing the peace
of knowing The Lord
will lead me home for only by Him shall I find rest
Kindness
Your kindness Lord runs to greet me in generous petals of fragrant compassion floating into my stingy spirit, dances in the abyss of my selfishness, raises up my bankrupt soul, gives light to my nearsighted heart opening veins of sympathy in an avalanche of mercy for hungry children gazing at empty cupboard shelves, for the new Lazarus, shivering in tatters, begging at the city gates for food, feeding a faithful four footed companion on a rope leash first, waiting for a crust of kindness baked in empathy to fall in the doorway of a grocery store – no warm coat or bed only a pillow of cement or a park bench. Your kindness blinds malevolence, deafens insolence, cripples violence in floods of gracious benevolence with tides of charity asking only make a difference with what you have – a can of soup, a piece of fruit, a word born on the tides of charity. Your kindness to me shares the perfume of gratitude softly falling from your tongue beating back vanity and pride so I may chant the living lyric of your loving kindness, open gracious arms, recite a litany of glory in a cup of grace to thirsty pilgrims, poor or comfortable, traveling by my side with open eyes of generosity.
kindness builds love
empathy heals hearts ~
compassion’s cradle