Best Neither Poems
Neither pauper or a king
I've got nothing I could give
but for you I would live
Will you take me as I am?
(cause) I'd love to be your man
I've got nothing in this world
Got no diamonds got no pearls
Love for you to be my girl
Take my hand give it a whirl!
Chorus
I'm neither a pauper or a king
but, I've got a wedding ring
be my wife, make my heart sing
with you I've got everything (I need)
In love forever we would be
happy for eternity
What a blessing it would be
If you'd just say YES to me
Together, we can fly so high
through the endless starry sky
and just like a butterfly
our life will flutter by
Chorus
I'm neither a pauper or a king
but, I've got a wedding ring
be my wife, make my heart sing
with you I've got everything (I need)
And if you say YES to me
I'll make you so happy!
(cause) you are my destiny
Please, come set my soul free
Chorus
I'm neither a pauper or a king
but, I've got a wedding ring
be my wife, make my heart sing
with you I've got everything (I need)
Repeat chorus
Fade to zero
John Derek Hamilton
June 4,2017
- Reaching beyond the unknown,
touching the possibilities
of life -
No matter the outcome,
or the circumstance
A bird,
never forgets how to spread its wings
and fly . .
- Neither shall I -
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Dedicated to all those who believe
** Neither Silent Nor Still **
With you…by you…in you
Lord,
I never found silence
To be stillness.
With you, silence is
elevating, escalating,
Eternally
An ongoing current — a soundless ocean
With an unending
Roll-over of crested waves,
But silent with the pulse of my soul.
In silence I found
The heart of God, but
Therein God heard
The Voice of my devotion —
Heart to heart —
His tenderly spoken
response
Heard within a silence
By an inner ear
With the moving grace
Of a full embrace of utter peace,
Which was not still, but
Cradling held, a hint of floating
With a consuming quiet joy
That I turn and turn over
In memory to
Repeat
the rhythm-breathing
Communion…Alleluia! Come
Alleluia, Abba! All Love is yours —
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(c) sally young eslinger
Thanks be to God
Here.
I will give all,
All for less,
Less.
Ask more of what?
What of the rest?
Rest to break,
Break.
Trivial with purpose,
Purpose to give,
Give more,
More for you,
You.
There.
Form:
Which Came First?
The discourse has been argued many times before.
By kings, by peasants, and learned men galore…
By women, by children nearly started war!
One says, “It was the chicken, of course.” there's more.
From whence came the chicken? Will you please explain?
From the egg… It started with an egg. What a bore!
It is not very simple, to explain it plain.
But imagination and a prayerful soul…
Upon hearing this news could surely sustain.
Day 3 and Day 5 is when genes came alive!
Protected in caplets ‘til on earth beget.
Encased by the thousands each species should survive.
How did He do it? Scientists, study that!
He did NOT do it with a magical hat!
Wisdom's precisions, God created and formed.
Which came first, chicken or the egg? Tell me, you.
Believe me or not; I believe this is true.
‘Twas genes in a caplet where first chickens grew...
I think this could be. Do you think so, too?
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 10, 2010
NEITHER UNDERSTOOD, NOR EXPLAINED
I was believed the mightiest of all,
The thing known was only my countrymen soul.
I worked upon day and night in silence,
For my nation I had the path lf violence.
I commanded work with me, don't stop till you achieve,
There is only one priority from day to eve.
I spoke whatever I felt was right,
As my countrymen welfare was my sight.
Once, a winter night in days of battle,
I went out silently to see was everything settle.
Fog and mist was all around,
It was calm but then I heard a certain sound.
When I noticed the topic of voice was me,
So to listen, I got hidden behind the tree.
I was excited to know their views,
Being a king I still felt on head water dews.
In a moment my heart got jerk,
They spoke something which won't work.
I loved my countrymen by heart,
The had uttered something which hurt.
"He thinks him to be supreme,
Always thinks to command upon team".
Other said-"His pride is more above,
Nor countrymen has got his love".
For the first time I had such opinion,
I never thought from this vision.
Was I really of this way,
Should I go away or think here to stay?
Back to palace, I very well knew,
Tomorrow was the last battle of queue.
The watch striked midnight,
Somewhere in my heart dilemma was at its height.
Now I was at battle hours,
With my army I kept raising country towers.
We all fought with our full strength ,
Finally my country had all boundry length.
People celebrated the victory,
All together said I had created history.
I could hear appreciation everywhere,
But I knew many still blamed anywhere.
Within me, I knew I was correct,
Though many didn't knew this fact.
And I like constant never thought of loss and gain,
That why they neither understood ,I nor explained.
So small are tiny peas in a pod
And how great is our gracious God
If I have faith in Him either/or,
Neither/nor will I sin anymore.
If God is my leader and fine friend
In His open arms, I will end up in;
For sure either/or love until I die;
Neither/nor will I ever ask Him why.
All of God's answers are in my soul;
To ask God questions must be my goal;
God and my soul are similar and matched
And They both are always attached.
Heaven one day is where I will end
So message to God up there I'll send
In form of friendly poem in a prayer;
Is amicable and offend would never dare.
In wilderness it lives
a creature
it's not a he, neither a she but "it "
with eyes as black and wild as storm
it's coming is as if the whole area has been drowned
clouds of darkness surrounds it
deadly creatures protect it
everything dies with its presence
there's not any sign of life where it lives
not a herb, not a tree,
neither water but only desertness
it s not a he, neither a she but a " it "
king of north, king of south
the most dangerous enemies combined their armies
but no success, neither a boy was left
no finger, no leg,
for his life, the king of south begged
but forgiving isn't in its habit
even the king was cruelly killed
it isn't a he, nor a she, but a " it "
once it sees you, there is no escape
you are its pleasure then
it will torture you till the breathe last
it will destroy your cast
even death will not come as fast
you' ll beg and it will only laugh
until it eats you and finish its task
for it isn't a he, neither a she, but it
it existence symbolises death of happiness
fire burns all over it
with soul as dark that even satan is afraid
And eyes so wild that you'll die
head and face similar to that of deer and horse
eyes without eye balls
instead of fingers, there are snakes
mouth full of blood and mud
a face without a nose
with body of a human, height that of a gorilla
its name is forbidden to take
Amongst ghosts he is known as the dark lord
human call it " it "
if you take its name, it shall sense it
and will get to you
if somebody asks you for it, never do the mistake
of taking its name
just tell
its not a he, neither a she but it
there are rumors that it belong to the tribe of Gog and Mogs
as its eat everything that comes into its path
human, trees, walls, herbs, everything
For the contest " it "
Offerings all-inclusively controlled,
consummating thirst's affectations
eliciting truth's darkly responsive swallow
of pretenses pseudo-poetic poison,
flamboyantly feverish flavors from
gingered confections to Puffer fish toxins,
testing temperature's comfort zones
artless surrender of lucidity's aesthetic
yielded in winters' disenchantment - -
discontented, smugly wrapped
in tissue paper sweater's passion,
fumes of moonlit intoxication's sips
mid earthy disillusionment ticking,
ventured to inhale magical heady elixirs
within fusions of distorted disdain,
glass was neither half of any equation
merely a containment for elusive sunrises
and hourglass sand trickling down on
timely castles built betwixt skies' hallucinations,
sucking life downhill like an absentminded cool trip
drunken in fury's quenched neurotic afterthought
NEITHER A BORROWER NOR LENDER BE
Because lending to friend may lose you that friend:
If he cannot repay and feels indebted, his burden is double:
How to be independent is what he needs to learn ;
And borrowing for myself discourages me to think of the end:
And such sloppy thinking will land me in trouble -
Thinking there is no need to save or plan or even earn.
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Entered in Walayee’s Contest FAVORITE QUOTE
Love is neither blurred nor blind,
It only leaves the bad and bitter behind;
And focuses on fate and the future to find
That it was not a mistake you made up your mind.
Love is neither blurred nor blind,
A coat with curative colors… not in cash but kind;
Wielding wonderful words where woes wind,
So big, bold, bright and beautiful… beatitudes bind.
Love is neither blurred nor blind
Gathering goodies, galls and gross to grind;
Round and round with red roses… a romantic rind;
Under an unbiased umbrella, unshaken umpires unwind.
Love is neither blurred nor blind,
It only leaves the bad and bitter behind;
Wielding wonderful words where woes wind,
Under an unbiased umbrella, unshaken umpires unwind.
ARTE MAYOR*: Neither Cricket nor Football
Is this the way to prop A-first
Sock not oval ball overhead
Slam not round ball with drumstick dead
Cut not corporate tax: the worst
Hundred millions sweat till tv burst
Swamp Super Bowl cheer-leaders' tights
The day England scorned Wales' rights*
Would arméd football rugby durst
Catch not ball in leather-gloved hand
Watch how slip-fields pluck balls from air
Out-fields brave boundaries debonair
That's what cricket's in any land
Trumped-up charges make no A-men grand
Nor soft base balls stop eyes grow sore
A-1 Nation must make World soar
Hail Rugby! King Twickenham brand!
Throw missile back You Quarter-Back
Take no step beyond the Red line
Referee draws to keep the front-line
Push no further than ball in pack
The Golden Rule's not to kick back
Unless you're in scrum cheek to jowl
And lick the foe if he must growl
Block those horns in grid-lock Am-track!
Curve ball's By Gad no in-swinger
Reach first base sans one lone strike
Home runs no match sixes through dike
Stop runs coming through huge bouncer
Best way to take the World over
Scrap apéd games from lean memory
Learn to play ball gentlemanly
You'll need no Vinson carrier!
*Arte Mayor (Sp. Major Art) stanzaic form, the art of Archiprest de Hita (12th-13th c.): eight syllabic lines in eight-line stanzas, rhyming abba acca.
*England beat Wales in epic match at Cardiff to win Six-Nations' Rugby 2017 Trophy; the same day the Super Bowl was watched by 125 millions on TV. If the same audience could have seen the match at Cardiff, I'd wager that would have been the very last Super Bowl event in history.
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Be not sad the old year has gone
Neither be happy with the coming of the new
For
We all are children of mighty time
Striving each year, our existence with him to renew!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 December 2015
Neither black nor white.
The color of perfection
Will never be seen.
The Beginning or The End
Has become the same shade....
Lost in shadows of the Yin and Yang
Gray is the juice that fills my veins.....
Blessed with a Innocent Heart
Only to Beaten... Fluttered ....Pounded.....
Sustain me according to your promise...
And I will live....
Do not let my hopes be dashed.....
~Psalms 119:116~