Best Needless To Say Poems
Two Silly Fools (at the coffee shop)
The shop was full
Only one seat to spare
Excuse me sirs, can I have a chair?
Why yes they said, smiles filled the air
They happened to be poets the same as me
Politely I asked, may I read a verse of thee?
They both rather meekly said
"If you really insist"
One said to me in such a small whisper
My poetry is not at all very good
As much as I wish it could and should
The other chimed in, is the same with me
I stared in surprise
Have I just met two of the dumbest fools?
I exclaimed in a manner rather short and abrupt
"You are the greatest fools I ever did see"
Rather shocked, they pushed back their chairs
I shouted sit; I am not done with my airs
You two fools better be quiet and listen
Cause I will say this but once, so I have written
Your poetry is of the highest caliber you see
You have the flow and the creative imagery
Darren and Rick need I say more?
Your hearts bleed poetry, is deep in your pores
Your poetry wakens the spirit in us all
If you want more you sure have some gall
Now writing as this, I wish it was me
For I look up to poets of such high degree
Now if I must tell you a truth to be told
Is me the fool, for being so bold
So now let’s sit and make if coffee for three
Of the happiest fools and great poets that be!
Notes: This was inspired by a chat I had with both Darren and White Wolf who for some bizarre and strange reason both doubted their talents and abilities as Poets. Needless to say, I gave them a word or two on getting those silly thoughts out of their heads! I find both of their poems to be diversified, well written, inspiring, contemplative and at times just plain fun to read. After all, it’s the read who is the final judge. I sincerely hope I have made them both smile!
She says, you can tell America
from the rest of the world
by the color of the wallpaper,
or lack thereof.
That southern hospitality is refreshing
after so many years in London.
The stuffed animal in her grasp
is named ‘Dog’.
When asked why she says,
"are you blind, it is a dog after all."
When the aide handed her a night gown
she asked if it was for sale.
He told her it was a gift,
but she could not accept it.
However, if he wanted to lend it to her
that would be “lovely”.
The aide was actually a woman.
When we told her so she replied,
“Well, she was a man
when he gave me the gown.”
We laughed and she said, “Oh lovely then”
and laughed with us
while clapping her hands.
I can’t tell you how old she is;
anything beyond 80 will do.
I can’t tell you how crazy she is.
I imagine more than a little.
Needless to say,
I liked her immediately.
In a time when the oceans drank up the land
and kings ruled the earth by the warriors hands
The souls of millions embellished the battle
Minions in armor mounted and saddled
Death came swiftly with the swing of the blade
Children forged in blood the way real men were made
Weakness and fear were trampled into the ground
and the clashing of steel overtook the battle cry sounds
but as time goes on needless to say
the warrior is no longer needed today
I see only cowards being portrayed
Vessels without honor where emptiness strays
The definition of man has changed completely indeed
but the warrior remains the last of my breed
The warrior remains........... remains in me
I am the warrior
IN THE SOUP
My late aunt was always getting herself in the soup,
Wanted to share this with my poetry group,
Good clients of ours we invited home for a Greek meal
But my aunt made a mistake she couldn’t conceal,
Angelina’s boyfriend was nineteen years younger,
Handsome son said my aunt, what a lucky mother.
And before I had time to give her a kick under the table
She continued to speak nonsense, when are you due,
I whispered to my mom, your sister sounds unstable,
Yes Angelina said, I’ve put on a lot of weight of late,
I can see said my aunt , but when is your due date!
My mom walked out, she was fuming, so did my dad,
I was left holding the baby, excuse the pun,
This dinner party was getting out of control, not fun
So I said to my aunt your temperature from your flu
Has made you delirious, come lie down, but we
We were not yet out of the soup, came back in an hour,
Sat down and carried on, Jenny has told me
You have our invitations for the wedding in your
Bag and the last straw was this “my commiserations”
To the boyfriend instead of my congratulations!
Fortunately my dad was filling up Angelinas glass
And the boyfriend’s with wine,
They were quite pickled when they left,
Did no recall a thing that was said,so all was fine.
Needless to say my aunt was never again invited
When guests were around, otherwise
The next time, with pleasure would have crowned
Her myself and she would also be grounded!
After my aunt and uncle had left, we laughed hysterically
Because all was in fact said naively, not hypocritically!
English was not her mother tongue, recently
Came from Greece,
And wanted to make conversation and please,
Nothing was said intentionally.
How Hungry for GOD Are You?
How hungry for GOD are you? Do you pray and read the
Word daily? Do you stay in an attitude of prayer throughout
the day? Do you stay in fellowship with other believers?
Do you support the work of the Kingdom?
Do you hunger and thirst to know more of HIM? Do you feel like
you just can’t go on any further till HE touches you afresh? Do you
cry out for the fire of GOD to come on you by HIS SPIRIT?
Do you look for HIM to send you to unsaved people so you
can tell them about JESUS and lead them in a prayer to HIM?
Do you pray for the youth of this country and ask the LORD to send
a tremendous revival to them? Can you hardly wait for another
service so you can worship HIM with other saints?
Do you sing and worship HIM around your home and as you are doing
your work, cleaning, washing, and cooking? Do you sing n the SPIRIT as
you are mowing the grass, changing the beds?
Do you and your husband go to the mall purposely looking for
people to tell about JESUS? Do you seek out young people to
pray for them if they will let you and when they do, are you
praying for HIS SPIRIT to saturate them and use them and
keep them?
Are you longing and crying out for JESUS to come for HIS church?
HE is you know! Do you look for opportunities to tell people about
JESUS whenever you check out in stores, restaurants? I tell the
clerks or checkers that JESUS loves them and that HE is coming
soon, sometimes the reaction is tears, some laugh, some love it,
some hate it but needless to say, they got the message.
Do you pray for our nation and leaders to be safe and to be
led by HIS SPIRIT? And also, are you still and tuning
your ear to hear HIS still small voice? When you came to HIM
did you jump into the river of revival with all of your clothes on?
Did you tell HIM, Whatever YOU hate, I will hate, whatever
YOU love, I will love! Did you determine you would give
HIM everything and will follow HIM wherever HE wants you
to go?
Did you determine to be like a good little pot of clay made
by the GREAT POTTER and asked HIM to cover that little
pot with HIS SPIRIT and fill it up so HE could pour it out
on who so ever whenever or wherever HE chooses!
Oh, yah~~! Then, you are definitely hungry for our
GOD!
GOD bless,
Written by: Marilyn S Jennings
May 6, 2019
Well, when I started getting older
I decided to set out on a quest
I was gonna find that Fountain of Youth
Or, at least, I'd try my best
I stumbled across this forgotten village
Where only young people live
That's when I knew I'd found it
I was almost positive
I saw this beautiful stone fountain
Standing in the middle of the square
My journey was finally over
As I slowly walked over there
They had a tarnished silver dipper
That was hanging on a nail
Beside it was a old wooden bucket
And then, a golden pail
As I was reaching for the dipper
This little boy appeared
He said, "Careful you choose correctly"
And he suddenly disappeared
Now, I didn't know which one to choose
The wooden bucket or pail of gold
So I decided to drink a little of both
At least, I wouldn't grow old
And then a couple of hours later
I noticed, I wasn't looking too young
Then that little boy came back and said,
"Do you know what you have done?"
I answered, "Yes I do" before I thought
Though I really wanted to lie
I just couldn't make mysef do it
No matter how hard I'd try
"You have cheated," the little boy said
"Now you'll never find your youth
For by tasting both you've deceived yourself
And it became the Fountain of Truth?
So, needless to say, I really messed up
And I'm cursed for the rest of my life
Cause it doesn't matter how hard I try
I can never tell a lie to my wife
They'll be no more late night poker games
Or a night on the town with the guys
I've changed my name to honest Abe
For I can't tell no more lies
Now, the reason I wrote this story
Is, well, I really can't tell you why
I was gonna make a reason up
But, remember? I just can't tell a lie
BULLY
Who is the girl with the cricked teeth, she doesn’t deserve to smile
She is the type of person who needs to stay in and marinate for awhile
She needs to do something with that nappy hair looking like Diana Ross
Because damn, if life was a beauty contest, she automatically loss
I don’t know who her family is but she definitely got the ugly gene
She wears the same clothes everyday and she lacks personal hygiene
She has no friends and no one even acts like she exist
So she should be glad I’m giving her recognition and writing this
On the bus we make fun of her, the whole way to her house
She doesn’t even talk back, she is just as quiet as a mouse
We love to see her cry because maybe it will wash the dirt off her face
We always throw a paper bag over her head anyways, just in case
We like to throw food at her in the lunch room to give her some flavor
And we throw her downstairs so she can die but we do it to her as a favor
However, she took the last bit of abuse from us and showed us bullying wasn’t fun
Because she was after us today, when she showed up to school with a loaded gun
I never wanted to be a bully, I just wanted to be popular and that is my confession
Needless to say, I will never bully anybody again, she taught me my lesson
The streets are crowded
And the sidewalks are full
The city is filled
But yet for us it's dull
We have no meaning among millions
Yet we stay here still
And these peoples judgement is killing us
It's like we're held against our will
So lets run
And run so far away
Away from all the people
Cause we don't want to stay
We will burn down our homes
And turn our memories of this place
All down to ash
And leave without a trace
Through fields and forests
Through every song and every chorus
Passing by every place we want to leave behind
Will soon be forgotten and out of mind
We'll get matching tattoos of a telephone booth
It will be a symbol of our youth
Showing that we will never stay in one place
Saying that we live our lives at our own pace
And we will sleep
In beds where no memories lay
Yet the comfort will be perfect needless to say
And we will find another bed for the next day
We're singing without words
We're screaming with emotion
A silent song that only we can hear
A soundless commotion
We are alive and we are okay
We are free and have nowhere to stay
But we prefer our life that way
And we have a lifetime to say
Lets run
And run so far away
Away from all the people
Cause we don't want to stay
And we may shed tears
For all of our wasted years
Where we were apart
But now we're free and our life can start
And we can see the world from our own view
Seeing everything like it's brand new
And we can watch everything with our own eyes
All day and night till our body dies
Our lives will be endless
Filled with grace and happiness
This is our life from day until night
Because this is what feels right
A rush of wind came through my hair one minute I'm in bed the next I'm in thin air.
Laying supine with eyes scattered here and there the stars are scattered everywhere.
I hear a voice in tetronic style that migrates from my ears to my wandering mind
"What is your binary code?" it asks, it is needless to say my memory has gone blind
Earlier that day I had done an MRI, soon they sent me home to wait for the results
Since I was scared it may have been just imagination but here is the kick and catapult
It spoke to my heart with alien power and I heard it with extra-sensory perception
They told the MRI machine was a result of their input knowledge and intervention.
True Story...
Love,
I hope this letter finds you well and in good spirit. By this time I hope the pain of my departure has eased and you are getting on with life. I know I left you unexpectedly but it was God's will. Needless to say I miss you and the children deeply and my heart is breaking.
I hope these words give you solace and it is in my heart to thank you for the many years of love, care and sacrifice during our marriage. You made our lives better. You gave us life and I was blessed to be your husband.
I hope you know you were the stronger, better person in our marriage. You were our family's strength, wisdom, love and our guiding light. Your love held us together. Your light always shined brightly and held us in its warmth.
I hope you know if I had any regrets it is that I was not always there for you and at times let you down. I am truly sorry for that. You were the best thing that ever happened to me.
I hope you know that I am glad that I went on ahead before you because I could have not lived in this world without you.
I hope through God's mercy, that when your time is finished on Earth, that you will join me in Heaven where the love in your star will guide us all forever.
See you then
With all my love
Forever
Last Letter To My Beloved Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
12/12/18
My love for you is like the morning dew. You are my daylight made for daytime,
My moonlight for night.
The reason I breathe.
You bring out the best in me.
I have traveled North,South.
Unraveled East,West.
Amongst all, you are the best.
I refuse others in lieu of you.
Needless to say, I sail no more.
For you, Angelique, i am weak.
When I see you I see a rose
A flower from God from what you have shown
Your hello has that certain style
It says “I know you, we can talk a while”
We share certain things
That brought us together
Needless to say it wasn’t the weather
If I need to see you
It doesn’t take being clever
I just open my mouth and say what not or weather
I’m not a Romeo but I am a friend
Telling you that I’ll be there till the end
What we share on our job
We share with others
Are things from the heart is what I discovered
I share this with you because this is my art
A poem for you a piece of my heart
There’s something about a sonnet that grips
our heart, that cajoles our mind to be still,
even as a song appears on our lips,
of its own accord, in rhythm with God’s will.
We begin not knowing where the path leads
but be this as it may, needless to say,
heart sings a song, just the way our soul pleads,
conjuring a verse, as though it’s mere play.
Breath by breath, soul’s inspirations ignite
flame of our heart, which then conveys to mind,
innate desire to pen in black and white,
soft emotions that seek to be defined.
Save the sonnet, there’s no other technique,
which can into soul offer a sneak peek.
Well there I was twenty or so and never been in an airplane
Well...it just so happened two new friends of mine, were pilots
With many hours logged time after time
They even had an airplane of their own, which they had just flown over my house
Get off your butt, come have some fun, let us see one of your smiles!
So I climbed into this pop can with wings, anxious as the engine started to sing
Down the runway and up we go, the lump in my stomach started to show
But as I started to look around at the patchwork of beauty on the ground
I began to enjoy this soaring through the air, just looking around
Then these two ornery buddies of mine, looked at each other and grinned
I asked OK what are you up to? Oh nothin' just taking you for a spin
They turned and went low down over the lake, well OK this is kinda pretty
But they knew one wing was out of gas and soon would sputter, spit and quit!
Well needless to say when the engine stopped, I went all white in the face
They said, don't worry sweetheart we're OK, we can glide her in all the way
In? In where? The lake? You didn't ask if I could swim!
They had planned this (joke) for me for quite some time
Wanted me to always remember my first airplane ride
After a few seconds they switched the tanks and started her back up
Up, up and away we went back to the clouds above
I don't know if they cured my fear of flying or made it worse
But, I can tell ya some time later - swoosh swoosh - I hear
As I took my very first helicopter ride!
©Donna Jones
During my elementary, high school and college educational quest,
I struggled to do my very best on every mathematical test.
I was a "B" student in English, History and Art as I recall,
But I never mastered the mysteries of mathematics at all!
Basic arithmetic such as division and multiplication left me at sea.
Even simple addition and subtraction overwhelmed me to a degree!
Trying to conquer the times-table gave me a shocking jolt!
Alas, teachers considered me a hopeless mathematical dolt!
Geometry baffled me as to which were acute and obtuse angles,
And even more perplexing were isosceles and scalene triangles!
Beyond me were the formulas for figuring the areas of hexagons,
Trapezoids, pyramids, circles, cubes and five-sided pentagons!
Teachers told me that for my future, algebra was indispensable.
Maybe so, but variables and coefficients were incomprehensible!
My limited intellect couldn't comprehend quotients and binomials,
Nor integrers, exponents, irrational numbers and trinomials!
Needless to say, I didn't attempt calculus or trigonometry!
Those disciplines were as foreign to me as parabolic geometry!
I'm eternally grateful to that selfless, ingenioius creator,
Who eased my plight by inventing the handy calculator!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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