Best Notified Poems
"I never travel without my diary - One should have something sensational to read"
...Oscar Wilde, 1891
30 May 48: I graduated from high school today now thank God I'm free!
No more doggone homework, perplexing algebra or teachers bugging me!
7 Jul 48: Enlisted in the Air Force today! Good Lord! What have I done!
The sarge said, "Forget Mom, Dad and Susie Q! You're now mine, my son!"
21 Oct 48: Finished basic training today with about a hundred other guys.
I thought it'd be more like a Boy Scout Camp! Boy, was I in for a surprise!
15 Feb 49: Graduated tech school at Fort Warren and sent to the Bermuda Isles.
Quite a change for a country boy! Water, water everywhere for miles and miles!
12 Oct 52: Was married tonight at Perrin AFB with Vera as my beautiful bride!
She was very pert and calm, but diary, I was somewhat nervous I must confide!
23 Aug 54: Our family grew by one today! Leanna, a little girl, my fondest wish!
She was measured by a nurse holding her by the heels! Just like measuring a fish!
15 Aug 55: Boarded a crowded troopship in New York and set sail for Morocco.
Was beset with a bit of mal de mer since the ship was wallowing to and fro!
17 Oct 57: Our little 'arab' Leslie was born today near Casablanca! What a dolly!
She has a hearty set of lungs, but that's OK, she's a healthy little dude, by golly!
11 Jan 68: Son Mark was born at the Air Force Academy and seemed a healthy tot!
9 Apr 68: Alas, we buried Mark today at Evergreen. Boy, do we miss him a lot!
24 Jun 71: My family and I arrived in Tokyo, Japan, to begin our three-year tour!
Japanese is foreign! For "good morning" do I say, "ohio gazamus" or "bon jour?"
1 May 74: Chaplain Porter notified me that I had been promoted to Chief!
Happy day, dear diary! I've reached the highest rank! What a blessed relief!
1 Aug 78: I retired today at Offutt AFB, after 30 wonderful years of service!
After wearing the 'blue suit' all those years, wearing civvies makes me nervous!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 3 in Constance La France's "The Diary" Contest - April 2011
Categories:
notified, funnyschool, family, family, may,
Form:
Couplet
She looked in dismay at her mail today,
her bills are mounting, how will she pay?
Soon a mother to be, and unable to work,
thoughts of regret, for trusting that jerk.
Caught up in a moment, she let herself go,
her Prince Charming is here no more.
Only eighteen, and all alone in a small little place,
her mother told her, you are a disgrace.
Phone turned off, and soon the power,
frightened to death, I despise that coward.
All he wanted was a one night stand,
all she wanted was a loving man.
Now a baby to nurture, and care,
all she can do, is worry, and stare.
Maybe a couple that has a nice home,
will take my baby, and give her a good home.
A very nice lady at the office down the street,
notified the girl, I found just who you need.
A couple had tried for 10 long years,
but all they got was bills, and tears.
They want to meet you, if you are sincere,
they want you both, these people are so dear.
Rich in material things, they have so much,
but the warmness of a family, is out of their touch.
So pack your things, and I'll take you home,
this is the miracle, you prayed for, so long.
Categories:
notified, hope, life, visionary, nice,
Form:
Narrative
Before diving into the music video ‘King on a Throne,’ above,
I encourage you to first read the poem ‘The Glass Throne,’, below which serves as its preamble.
Together, let’s shine a light on the upcoming ‘NO MORE Week,’ a global movement uniting people from all walks of life to say ‘NO MORE’ to domestic and verbal abuse.
You can help spread this vital message by clicking on the YouTube tab for my video above and viewing it on my channel.
Your support through comments—both here and on my channel—would mean so much.
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Thank you for being a part of this journey. Now, read on and immerse yourself in the
‘The Glass Throne’
the Poem!
Clay castles built on fleeting breath,
where thrones are carved from glass not depth.
Once love adorned with shimmering gold,
now whispers weave through mirrors cold.
Shifting like a restless ghost
In shadows doubt—the spiteful host.
A monarch drunk on self-versed curse.
Malicious barbs that once disturbed
Now sputter into broken verbs
Darts shot through ego’s bliss
A precarious balance at the pale abyss
But glass will crack, and winds will rise,
As shadows bleed beneath her skies.
From gold leaf lips deceptive lies
Though hidden truths unveil their guise
As complex carved illusions fade
The masquerade unmasked ~ No charades
It’s a time to shine a spotlight on an epidemic that impacts 1 in 3 women and 1 in 6 men globally. But it’s more than just about increasing awareness; it’s about collective action.
When individuals, organizations, and communities get involved in the movement to stop and prevent abuse, we are louder, stronger, and more impactful.
Power to the People who put up with it.
Categories:
notified, emotions, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
EXCUSE ME!!!!
Do you not see me
standing before you?
Do you not realize that I,
a black woman had a life
that mattered too?
The black woman appears to be
the best kept secret in death
being wiped from the face of the earth
where many won’t remember
our names or know of our existence
When black girls vanish
the only way anyone knows is
through the newsfeed of social media
when white girls vanish
the news media makes sure
the world is notified
while paying no attention
to the clues of plasma
footsteps we leave behind
Many ignore the crimson bleed
of life that seeped
from the opening of the
slashed throat racism made
leaving us to become
the mutilated corpse lying
on the ground society
relentlessly steps over
We’re viewed as a nothing gender
Melanated race of women
often deemed as bothersome or angry
The bellows of our spirits
are discombobulated
as we quickly become
shadows of unrecognized Queens
we are being killed in alarming masses
and all you can say is we must of had it coming
Black women are the givers of the
black lives that are supposed to matter
still we are looked upon
as the doormat placed at
the bottom of the totem pole
you seem to enjoy wiping your feet on
When it comes to black men,
you are seen and heard,
be it good bad or indifferent
but how high must a black woman jump
in order to be seen
how loud must a black woman shout
in order to be heard
Better yet
how many black women need to
be annihilated before our lives
are mourned and celebrated
Brothers, are you willing to
stand up to protect us, even if it's
your fellow brother we need
to be protected from
Our life and death must not be in vain
So what will you do in order change it
Remember,
black women marched for you
don’t you think it's time you march for us?
We are forced into invisibility
like the remnants of
Sandra Bland’s disparity
that was swept under the rug
and lifeless body of Kanika Jenkins
they shoved into a refrigerated coffin
Nia Wilson’s memory they washed away
along with her blood that stained the platform
of a Bay Area Transit Station
or Breonna Taylor and Atatiana Jefferson's peace
they fatally laid to rest in the confines
of their own home
I will forever remember their names...will you??
Categories:
notified, america, anger, black african
Form:
Free verse
Marquee gave me a choice. "What would I rather be, a better writer, or to be able to use my computer?" They notified me.
Their telephone number is 1-800-562-1502 and they are open Monday through Saturday. They are closed on Sundays. if you are interested in contacting them for further information please feel free to call them?
They informed me downloading's programs on your computers. Would open the door for malware to enter in, and take over control of your computers. Additionally, you would have the increased risk of identify theft.
"Did I want somebody to be able to steal my identity. And have complete access to my personal and financial information?" They informed me.
I told them I did not want that to happen to me. They now run anti virus checks on my desk top computer automatically. Being able to commutate online, and through social media. Is vitally important to all online and print based writers and/or poets. Although I basically classify my self as a fictional writer. I have written factual on line information.
The above factual information is based purely on my personal online experiences. I do not want other people to make the same mistakes as I did. I was completely ignorant. But ignorance of the law is no excuse. That did not stop my computer from being directly impacted by malware. Even though I was told it was through no fault of my own.
If you or anyone you may know is downloading programs on their computers. Do them and yourself a favor. Stop it before it is too late. I have crashed two desk top computers and one lap top one. Computers are expensive to repair and or replace.
As a born again Christian, I forgive them for what they did to me. If I want to be forgiven, I must also be willing to forgive. And be willing to pray they change their tactics.
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/October Country
June 12, 2020/ June 13,2020
Categories:
notified, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
My Mother In Law Just Did Die
Lee McCarroll Webster died around
One AM today. We were just notified
b the Batesville, Arkansas care home
near the Whitewater River. God had
allowed us to see her one last time.
Dementia and old age took their toll.
She did not recognize us. Also, just
read Poem of the Day by Liam McDaid
after I wrote this.
Closer and closer to God did grow and grow
Died and was with Him short time ago
We had been told by a telephone call
She know receives sympathy from us all.
What is last memory we remember of her?
Was love she had for us that is for sure
Later visit made which was well planned
And for last time she squeezed my hand.
So in heaven is where she happens to be
Where she is waiting for you and me
And it is on God who we always relied
Will save place for us after we died.
James Mysterious Serious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Jim Horn
Categories:
notified, bereavement,
Form:
Couplet
Well organized organisms are wary of defense
these shields defy all odds to justify the integrity of our borders
the enemy’s need to conquer and the drive to dominate
is stopped b’cos with the men in uniform, great cities are fortified.
Sworn to be dedicated back room boys
their sacrifices have made livelihood well simplified,
every soldier’s fall magnifies our strength and existence
each and every salute dignifies the country’s reputation.
The quest to penetrate border and envelope lands are questioned
b’cos with the last drop of blood, they’ll nullify all antigens
placed as utmost priority, even the ants can comprehend
nothing can therefore falsify the commitment of these men.
A nation’s defense scales its survival
every victory intensifies each citizen’s patriotic passion
a country’s posterity lies on each sweat-soaked uniform,
their mortality is crucified, while someone else-glorified.
The oneness of the country can testify
with every of its citizens fully satisfied.
Diplomacy has kept the battle field’s frequency modified
but history of victories already beautifies our coat of arm
With the structure of nationhood so diversified,
the zenith of their zeal has kept us unified
the globe has been notified of such a powerful drive,
keeping our enemies and rivals completely horrified.
Categories:
notified, beautiful, blessing, integrity,
Form:
Free verse
Back when I was twelve, my dad built me a dabchick
I had great fun learning how to sail it getting many dunking's
Us kids used to sail around the harbour and race to the spit.
One day after racing back and forth several times,
the wind started to pick up and the others headed ashore.
But I carried on, this was way too fun as I sped about.
The squall grew stronger and I turned turtle several times
up righting my boat I foolishly carried on until as I up ended her
I was hit on the head, dazed I sat on the up turned hull.
Unable in the squall's strength to get her up right
I clung to the centre board and watched the harbour wall get closer
too dazed to realise the danger I was in I just sat there waiting.
Lucky for me the yacht club notified the life boat and it came out,
rescued in the nick of time they took me aboard and dried me off.
They towed my dabchick still turned turtle back to the yacht club.
My parents Dad especially were furious and I was grounded for
the rest of the summer while dad repaired my dabchick.
My humiliation was complete when the local paper covered my rescue.
I learnt that day to respect the sea and treat it with caution.
My story could have ended so differently. Yet I remained a dare devil
and went through two very bad car clashes with barely a scratch.
Now at last much wiser I take things much more steadily
and rarely take such risks after all I am not invincible.
Just someone who pushed her luck right to the edge.
written 11/02/2014
contest: Near Death or Near Life Experience
Categories:
notified, africa, boat, sea, wind,
Form:
Narrative
Pay no mind to man behind the curtain.
You've learned the superficial but his depths are still uncertain.
You tried to plot his course and see that death is lurking.
Look into his eye and you'll see the drugs are working.
It's the sad sad tale of the promise land.
Where you calculate your worth with a cyber hand.
Where you're notified daily that no one understands.
With modern civil rights as false as facebook friends.
They say "We've got to come together; gotta make this right!"
Fat chance of that happening unless you pass that pipe.
On this bureaucratic farm with it's produce ripe.
They cultivate the origins of your foresight.
Playing on your misery as if it were delight.
Still you are convinced you're in a fair fight....
Categories:
notified, computer, corruption, culture, freedom,
Form:
Lyric
Over and Over
Over and over when I am near an ocean
My mind becomes full of love and devotion
For sailors on ships who served and died
Comrades rest on ocean floor and do abide.
What I want to do each and every day
Is on an ocean beach shore begin to pray
About memories that are there for me
Of dead sailors souls which were set free.
Often, several times and again and again
Will think of the women as well as men
Giving lives so that victory may be met
For freedom on ocean as sun doth set.
On vast expanse of ocean new days begin
And many places on it we have all been
Maybe happy or with things hard to bear
Knowing our omnipotent Lord is there.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
This poem is to be entered into a poetry
contest in May regarding the subject of
OCEAN. Need your helps along with
comments and suggestions. You can
either make comments here or send me
an email via Poetry Soup or to my personal
email address at: jthorn5656@gmail.com
Iyase, Some great comments and concepts. My father died in an accident while on board the Aircraft Carrier CVA-11 on night of August 6th, 1956. No one ever knew
what happened. He was missing for 23 days in the Mediterranean Sea and his remains were found on the shore of the Island of Sicily. His body was buried at sea off the Island of Sicily in 200 feet of water. Services for him were conducted aboard the ship. His body
was identified by laundry markings. It was determined that both his neck and hip had been broken. He fell 80 feet to his death. He was last seen at 10 PM that night. A Naval Officer came tour door at home and notified us of his death. Another service was performed at the local Navy chapel located on Norfolk Operation Base (NOB), Virginia.
Just wanted to give you an idea of all that had happened. I was 15 on June 26th, 1956
and had three younger sisters and two younger brothers. I was constantly in search of a father figure all of my life. Being that you took the time to appraise my poem, thought that you deserved this explanation. Many poems are related to specific incidents and happenings.
Best Regards,
James Thomas Horn
Categories:
notified, bereavement, courage, inspirational,
Form:
Couplet
This morning I was notified by TPS that I had been gifted a lifetime premium membership and that the donor wishes to remain anonymous.
I have been given an incredible gift. A gift that cannot be wrapped in a pretty box with a bow but something I will cherish and use for the rest of my life - the gift of words on Poetry Soup.
It is impossible to put into words what I want to say to this amazing person. Thank you just doesn’t come close. I want them to know that I will use this gift wisely and will continue to learn and grow as a poet.
I try and make people smile with my humourous poems but today I can’t wipe away the smile I have on my face.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart
Hugs Jan xx
10~14~16
Categories:
notified, giving, happy, how i
Form:
Narrative
A man rightly called an Oxymoron
Now is angry, now sad, now happy on
The same thing – he takes piton
To handle us – later I knew tampon.
Anurag is my principal, a true merman
Treats all equally – good or bad of John.
Tried to understand when called upon.
Talking to him is like dealing with silicon.
Full of respect and encouragement shown
For anybody if needed; angry on python
Trying hit him at back. Never confused on
Any topic, asks if not notified – an Amazon
Of Maths flows from him – my Hero, my trigon.
Categories:
notified, teacher,
Form:
Monorhyme
Gliding gracefully, “G” came into my life.
Tall, lean, studious, specky guy.
His attitude was just too high!
He would never look eye to eye.
In a few months, we were cutie pies.
He told me, “He likes me, though he took time to realise.”
Pretending to be modest, “Doesn’t that distract you?”, I replied.
I was horror struck when he sighed!
“Your mom’s big scary eyes, always horrify!”
Bursting out of laughter…. together we notified,
“We should better say good bye!”
Cute and naughty, hot and sporty,
Sleek and tall, perfect bratty.
“A”, was very chirpy.
Teachers spinning around, management on merry go round.
His fun and tactics held me spellbound!
After his farewell, from the school compound.
I started missing his naughty missions that would astound.
On a Spring Sunday, my friends were out to droll.
Just then they told me, his visit was scheduled.
There! I saw him! He looked so cool!
He whispered in my ears, “You missed me all this while, your smile is saying it all.”
Who knew! Parents too were out for a stroll!
Perfect timings!!! They stood right in front and mom gazed it all!
He said, “Hi” and my mom replied, “Hope we are meeting for the first and the last time.”
“Set your career, you are sailing on a high tide.”
Ah! This obedient daughter made another sacrifice!
Today my mom asked me, “Don’t you feel bad, when I ruin it all.”
“Yes!” I said, “but your love is above them all.”
“I know whatever you do, is the love for your precious dew.”
“Mom! I don’t want a moment without you.”
“I know, when you find someone worth me and upright,”
“I shall find you standing by my side.”
“My journey has just begun, I have to achieve heights.”
My mom hugged me tight, with oozing ocean in her eyes.
“Yes, I wanna see you reach till the sky.”
“I am happy that my daughter understands me”, She smiled!
“I am blessed to have such a lovely child.”
Laughing out loud, together we said, “We will always cherish these short and sweet love tags!!!
13/03/2019
Categories:
notified, 12th grade, appreciation, caregiving,
Form:
Narrative
JIMMY THE TUBE
Here's the story of Jimmy the Tube
who greased his mind with stupid lube.
He watched TV day and night
end result he wasn't bright.
While watching ball one afternoon
in through the door walk three big goons,
New World Order nazi guys
looking for some exercise.
They took their sticks went thump, thump, thump
and Jimmy's head grew bump, bump, bumps.
They threatened him with FEMA camps
and electric shocks of mega amps.
And as they turned him black and blue
they teased "How else can we help you?"
Jimmy groaned and begged them for
a rundown of the football scores.
They then kicked Jimmy in the spleen
just as his girl walked on the scene.
She cried in horror and alarm
"Don't you know the game is on?"
The goons then quickly left the mess
notified of a wrong adress.
They left Jimmy broke and numb
and the color of a plumb.
Now the moral here is know the score
before the goons kick down your door.
Turn off the tube and get alert
for the New World Order hurt.
Jimmy healed but died of spam
that he swallowed with the can.
They buried Jimmy extra deep
in case his brain sprang a leak.
On his tombstone letters told
in a warning big and bold...
On this planet evil lurks
and watching TV makes you jerks.
Categories:
notified, parody, planet,
Form:
Couplet
~Happiness~
Playing with my goldfisH
Singing my sorrows away with an AlleluiA
I am happy with your warm friendshiP
Licking a lollypoP
I find happiness in the quotes of rumI
Out of the world it takes me, being with you for no reasoN
When I talk to the silence of my solitudE
On a clear night when I count starS
You are happiness mom, daily when you feed me with your handS
-puvi-
15/12/2015
Thank you John Derek Hamilton (Sponsor of the contest) for getting me notified about the contest. Let me share a WONDERFUL SWEET COINCIDENTAL MESSAGE which I got right now while writing this poem after reading about the contest:
"OF ALL THE GIFTS YOU RECEIVE FROM GOD, THE GREATEST ONE IS CONTENTMENT...HAPPINESS...THIS IS THE SUPREME BLESSING OF THE LORD"
Categories:
notified, happiness,
Form:
Acrostic