Best Next Poems
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Here one minute, gone the next
Life is everything it seems
Live each moment like your last
Never give up on your dreams
Wake each day to something new
Offer up a helping hand
Smile at a perfect stranger
Help a weary one to stand
Count your blessings one and all
Find the joy in every day
Best foot forward with each step
Show the world you’re on your way
Actions have their consequences
Think of others it affects
Time is short and always moving
Here one minute, gone the next
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10/2/19
Written for the: Here one minute, gone the next Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
When all the lines you crossed but didn't see
Grow darker by the day upon your face
Your rosy blush of youth has been erased
And cheeks are drawn where dimples used to be
Your train of thought fueled by a memory
Runs tracks of time that don't lead anyplace
The stops along the way will be retraced
Then one day it will stop in front of me
I'd like to think the pause will bring a smile
Your heather colored eyes would brightly bloom
Your heart would beat the rhythm of a rhyme
You'd disembark and stay a little while
And when you blink I'll be back in the moon
The smile so warm it lasts until next time
by Daniel Turner
“Next Chapter”
There will always be a next chapter
Written or not, this is of no matter
What matters is the colour forming in your world
Black is not a colour, it dominates, shades and swallows other colours up,
It exists to be blended with White, a vacant aberration one can easily fill in and colour over
What one is looking for is the colour in the spectrum, not yet found
To be newly created with all available emotions to hand and heart and mind
There will always be a next chapter
Written or not, this is of no matter
What matters is the colour forming in your world
Beginning
End? there never is an end
What matters is the colour forming in your world
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 March)
Babies are gems and diamonds,
Babies are pure right through,
Babies are such little angels,
Especially when smiling with you,
Bouncing babies are such a charm,
For them we want no harm,
Baby need milk,cry up a storm,
Burp,tummy full,so cuddly and warm,
Babies will learn from me,
Babies will learn from you,
Remember,they are the next generation,
So teach them the right things to do.....
One lie leads to the next
and the next
and the next
Confess the truth ~ break the hex
Hello my friend, good day to you; I see you got my note
It's time we had a face to face about that crazy goat!
He made a mess, broke in my barn; ate up my buds and cans
And when I tried to chase him out, he kicked my bloomin' fan
Now see here Mr. Farmin' Man, I know you from way back
But if you don't restrain that goat - I'll stretch his scrawny neck!
Me and that goat been fightin' long; he thinks he won this time
So I'll show him today for sure that I'm still in my prime
That goat won't get the better of me; I'll trap him with some hay
I'll lay a path straight to the barn and lead him in that way
Oh darn! He's smarter than I thought, he ate up to the door
He stopped and turned then shook his tail like he don't want no more
Aww shucks - there's got to be a way to trap that crazy goat
He's found new ways into my barn - I'll send another note
This time though Mr. Farmin' Man, I will not shout and wail
I'm goin to git the Sheriff now and throw that goat in jail!
Co-wrote by "Mi Amante Alma" - Middle Verse
If we are both single when we are 30,
then lets go for a dance, a drink, and a late night walk
and see where things go.
Let the passion lead us.
Our souls will bring us where we must go this walk of life.
And if I never lie within your arms,
and this life leaves us only scorned,
wondering what could have happened - if only.
Then swear in the next life we will find each other.
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If In our next life we meet again
I'll burn a memory into my mind
to not let you go again
if I become a rich man
I'll spend every last cent to find you
if I were given a year till my death
I'll search till my last breath to find you
and tell you I loved you since life began
and if I never find you in our next life
my only regret will be that I never loved you
the way my heart wanted to
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If in our next life, I find that I am alone,
I will wish on the stars, wish on my heart,
wish for you on my soul.
If I am born poor, and I have nothing to live for,
my dreams of you will keep me going.
I will sing I will pray I will look everyday
and if you even walk by, I will know you by chance,
take your hand, and you will see it in my eyes.
If in our next life.
Another Christmas day is finally here
The very thought fills me with such fear
I have to try and control my old Aunty Mable
Once she hits the gin she gets very unstable
Uncle Arthur rushes in and opens the sherry
then sups half the bottle and gets really merry
He begins to sing carols at the top of his voice
I put up with the din… I don’t have much choice!
The last to arrive are old Gladys and Bert
Bert always wears his distasteful Santa shirt
Gladys walks through the door and starts to moan
I wish Bert would leave the old cow at home!
She whines from the moment she removes her coat
And heads for the sofa and grabs the remote
Demanding she has her dinner on her knee -
There’s some crap on the TV that she wants to see
I politely tell Gladys the dinner table is set
And the film will be repeated of that you can bet
So she sits at the table and picks at her starter
then moans very loudly to poor Uncle Arthur
The table’s soon laden with wonderful food
But Gladys is seething, she’s so blinking rude
She says the turkey’s tasteless and it's bone dry
So I pass her the gravy and I try not to cry
Bert finishes the bowl of chestnuts and sprouts
He’ll be passing foul wind in copious amounts
After rich figgy pud he crams in six mince pies …
It’s no wonder he’s gross with huge wobbly thighs
They descend on me each and every year
And eat all my food my wine and my beer
Then we open the gifts that lie under the tree
As per usual they bring just one present for me
Gladys has knitted me a horrendous jumper
it's two sizes too large, I just want to thump her
I dutifully put in on and I feign my delight …
but it will be in the rubbish bin later tonight!
At three we watch The Queen on the telly
Bert’s farting begins; the room gets so smelly
Within minute’s they’re snoring away in their chair
I retreat to the kitchen and silently swear
By the time they wake up all the dishes are done
The doorbell rings; thank god their taxi has come!
This is the LAST time they'll take advantage of me …
Cos I've booked a yule cruise on the Caribbean sea!
Fiction write
12/14/17
"Judas Kiss"
A long, long time ago .....
Jesus was betrayed with a kiss of Judas
Deceit, lies and betrayal
"Frog Kiss"
In fairy tales .....
In the fairytale prince was cursed into a frog
A real princess must kiss the frog so that he will become a prince again
Find yourself a frog
Tonight ....
I kiss you passionately .....
A kiss should be passionate or affectionate ..
If the attraction or love exists, a kiss should definitely be emotional.
A kiss can say so many words...
13.10.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
There is always a next time...
Sometimes we lose a change
Sometimes we miss an opportunity
Sometimes we fail to achieve the target
Sometimes we lack in honesty
We try our best to reach the target
we make efforts to complete our aim honestly
Yet we have to give up for some reason and
We look at the lost chance very seriously
We decide in emotion
Not to try again in the life time
But we forget the fact that..
There is always a next time.
One lost chance
should not affect the future
Prepare yourself for the next time
Which will prove to be much more better
Try to overcome the weakness
and do the hard work honestly
put in that extra effort,
so you don't require any sympathy
We forget that whatever happens
it happens for good and happens fine
Give another try for the efforts
because there is always a next time.
Thanks and regards,
Prasad Korade
Gangsta politicians,
falling stars ... twinkling
of an eye
disappearing
Leper lips
halitosis blowing
Got there gun clips
and stacked deck
poker chips ...
Sin City bullets overflowing
Body politic,
staph tongue infection
Still the voters ain’t
getting sick
and tired of the lies
Coming from the mouth of frogs,
whose sticky words
attract a swarm of flies
Gangsta politicians,
falling stars ... Babel Tower wishing
Twitchy finger hearts
on the nuclear trigger
Hope got a tarry start
Poof!
The next moment
whole cities were disappearing
Spotted skin suits,
so profiteering from the mutated pain
Rotten to the root,
nether mind laws neglect the suffering
You can scream
up to the top tear of your lungs,
but corporate desert adders can’t hear
Dare to dream,
poll take the right party plunge ...
Now, does that pledge lessen the fear?
Gangsta politicians
demand sycophant loyalty
Falling stars
want your eyes bowed down
before their flag
Begging for a peace of crumb
on your trembling knees
Can’t you see,
can not you read
the tea leaves?
Future past
is on a thundercloud roll
Terrifying prophecies
have so long ago foretold
how the end’s gonna be
Gangsta politricians,
Rublecon paws ... blood-licking
Houdini toes,
the next moment,
without a cash trace disappearing
Falling stars
want you joined
to their holster hips
Taking a serpentine bullet ride
to the bottomless pit
Never again will you send my friend a frown
you will be shot down and you won't wear the crown
I as a doctor myself am ashamed to be in your presence
as far a the destroyer she is the pure slam essence
I am just a boy with the power of millions
you can't break anyone down with your billions
you don't see that your slams are not well written
and the only thing we get is nothing far from bitten
so Doc are you ready to pay all the fines?
because in the end I write the last slam line
back up the boat
you'll never cross my moat
my archers are in place
all aimed at your face
if you need me I'll be here
sharpening my sword's steel
waiting for an actual challenge
worth the fight and the balance
get back up or walk away
but in the end, I must say:
my personal display of affliction
isn't countered by your decision
They drift across the border
Some drunk
Some looking for work
A better life
Drug runners
All working on night moves
They never move during the light of day
Trails through the desert
Coyotes leading them to uncertain destinies
A cattle car or a van stuffed liked sardines
All for the hope of freedom and money
We sip our coffee and watch CNBC
And complain about our jobs.
Never realizing there are a subclass of people
Ready willing and able to take those jobs for less money
We live on the edge as they do
The weak always get cut out of the herd
And the strong survive.
Be careful what you wish for…
A double wide and a lunatic living next door
Could be your future.
Appreciate what you have.
Strive to get more, but remember the wolves are at the door.
And they will eat you without any regrets.
From a child to a mother
Now a mother to a child.
From a student to a teacher
Now a teacher in every fight.
From a warrior to a sinner
Now a sinner with an open mind.
From a follower to a master
Light awakens the ambiguous blind.
From a victim to a warrior
With cuts leaving visible scars.
From a heart with love embracing
I will deliver until life parts.
Faith, serenity, hope and death
All lead to what’s next!
1ST PLACE
Brian Strand Poetry Contest
The winter winds are frostily howling,
their bloodhound companions are searching
Under a crimson moon scarlet glowing
And I e-scapegoat dream
of a new life
On the other side of Dawn
Runaway thoughts
keep me on the rabbit shun
Desperately trying to get to the woke realization;
that sunrise stun,
the radiant feeling of freedom
Wading thru the Tennessee fog,
following the North Star
To an unfettered fate
that awaits
After ev’ry next day
Midnight dreaming in a murky bog
That a life of liberty
is like an Exodus cloud moving
from pyramid underground task,
premature burial bent
To a Promise Land, no questions asked
‘bout the dog wags sent
Can’t get caught up in wistful thinking
just yet
Not when liberty lies
on the other side of the misty mountain
Til then, before the night fades away ...
I keep my fleeing hopes chained to my bosom
A dash, so death daring true,
as my heart race to the new Dawn horizon —
Into a sacred space
that oasis awaits
After ev’ry next day
Freedom arise anew,
with each wet pillow embrace
A joyous splash,
that leaves no fetter tear trace
12-01-20