Best Now We Poems
They stood on highly placed podiums
In densely packed stadiums
Making promises, unwitting and false
And now we wait as time slowly crawls
Now we see
The so called promise of a fatherland
Smeared with cruelty and blood stained sand
Treachery and fear of the dreaded boko haram
Bringing tragedy, pandemonium and widespread alarm
Tainting a religion of peace. Noble Islam
Fanaticism some say; but terror is their way
Now we hear
The blood curdling screams
As we awaken from terror filled dreams
Outcries of electoral rigging
From supressed political teams
Woeful tales in news broadcast
And we wonder, how long these will last
But now we know better
Than to hear their sugar coated words
Or to see their finely painted worlds
Yes; now we know better
For Now, We Wait
Morning at the Quay in Venice by Helen Allingham (Painting #9)
Broken through
concrete and stone,
her heart felt ships passing
day and night.
She could no longer carry her
child with its tired feet,
her arms weighed down
by hunger and despair
and a husband
not yet returned
from sea.
Soon, she guarantees
her little one’s
searching eyes, soon.
Soon, he will embrace
us child with open arms
and big heart, with sea stories,
and food, much food to quiet
our stomach’s loud rumbles.
For now, water shall cool our feet,
we sit and wait together,
find things to laugh about
before his ship
comes alongside,
his two favorite girls.
I made a cheese flan
Both burned black and undercooked
It was edible
I guess my knack left
Along with my dear husband.
All's been cremated!
That's why I can't eat.
I see Auchwitz and Dachau.
Christianity.
These ring the death knell.
That Pope was no kind of star
Mechanical thought
Christianity
Now has come to its ending
Crucified itself.
Resurrection
Will not do us any good.
We must start over.
But crawling on earth.
Kafka made the images
Now we must live them
Wish I were this
Or perhaps that
But when I get those
The dose never enough
To kill the passion off
For I still drive forth
In my wish and want
Now We Stand And Sulk
We were the two
standoffish
in a small pond.
One day,
how I wished
we got carried away,
to a rubbing
of our fins and bellies,
so fond.
Life would have smiled on good fate,
a favorable life,
how my eyes belay.
Instead gloom frowned on and on,
off and off,
over and over.
At worst it brought me to her,
lost and lost.
When we did get carried away,
on a magic carpet,
to aquarium land,
our tails touched briefly
to her indifference.
Bubbles shot to the surface,
hers,
big round ones,
made just for me.
I looked at her puffing lips,
bad,
"I hate you."
I look back,
my puffing lips,
bubbling,
to no effect,
"asking why."
She raced away.
See I told you.
Our life now a crayon box
of pebbles, plastic seaweed,
my votive candles,
and unanswered prayers,
inside a glass box,
us,
swimming inharmonious.
Yet we're petted,
externally,
and not internally
to the puzzlement
of onlookers and me.
Each day passing by,
the two standoffish,
each immune,
to sitting together.
connie pachecho
2/16/18
Lost am i
pondering over thoughts
lost in lines
faded in legend.
Before like a belive o the jews
so sealed was my faith
accepting all without question
beliving without thinking.
Authors and pens
wrote the tales
mortals and angels
gave it a name.
"the beautiful ones are not yet born"
i dare to doubt
like a religious rebel
rise i in revolt.
I belived once in the written pages
but now i see what lies in our ages
darlings and dears
with perfect smiles,such cherubic
faces.
I behold with every passing day
new brand of mortals striving forth
with each set of crystaline teeths
and when they walk? Ah well
measured feet.
I see our angels in the skin of girls
and ladies
our gods and lords in clothing of
youthful men
i see those witten words fading away
and a new dawn paving its way.
If factually were those words
"the beautiful ones are not yet born"
i defy them,for now we are borne
or still dare i but to ask, what then are
we?
And now we strangers
Greet like the indifferent
As if the memory eclipsed
To create less than mediocre.
No cheek, no grin
No glimmer of familiar
Only our wall of remorse
Building our division.
Before the distortion
Engulfed our direction
Did we not see a friendship
To last out the years?
But our story concluded
And by my part a regret
Though not of the past
But of futures not encountered
in a quiet cemetery our spirits untroubled wait
long decayed to dust or ashes buried
now, we are the withered bones
once, we had life's so full of hope, love, passion, dreams, and goals
some of us died sick and never reached our potential
others, dead at birth with not a view of blue
some of us were brittle in the end
now, we are the withered bones
under the sun, rain, snow and wind we rest in peace
do not weep for us for all pain has passed
ruined bones of those you loved in this earthly realm wait
now, we are the withered bones
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August 27, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/now we are the withered bones
Copyright Protected, ID 1055-293-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Conquering doubts by God's truth
let's now emerge triumphant
steadfast with our strengthened faith.
Smiting vain selfish delight
let's now persevere to reach-out
caring while sharing the Saviour's Gospel.
Battling against futility
let's now work and labour well
expecting for fruitful harvest by the Creator's grace.
Winning over guilt-inflicted agony
let's now claim for the Lord's pardon
confessing sins and receiving His peace.
Prevailing over slothfulness
let's now do our very best with excellence
fulfilling roles heartily for the glory of our Master.
Burying in oblivion frustration angst
let's now press* on for vibrant daily life
trusting the Almighty Who always blesses us.
*Philippians 3:14 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.
Didactic in Tistich form
June 17, 2020
11th place, "Inspirational poems" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Jay Narain; judged on 8/14/2024
Now we are together
Sunrise early mornings
softly waft the dawning breeze
Rustling poetic
throughout patterns in the trees
Songbirds sing good morning
as they fly above the dew
Now we are together,
it is like a dream come true
Beautiful endeavors on
this path which we do stroll
Tempting terms and visions
follow flowing fields a’ roll
Laughter sings the praises
of the worlds we both have seen
Now we are together
and our life is but a dream
Love beyond the borders
in our longing hearts does leap
Glistening on amber waves
forever we shall keep
Atop the highest mountain
as we glance down from above
Now we are together
in our dreams of perfect love
Good morning Soupers
As we sit inside our homes
We sit together and alone
change the world we have known
A brand new side of life is shown
Life so selfish and fast paced
our aims, ambitions out of place
The daily grind, the daily race
we now live without this the case
We seek to further for selfish gain
now we play a selfless game
a boat which we all row the same
to keep ourselves and close ones safe
And how the air now tastes clear
the wildlife which does appear
appreciation in national cheer
it took the fear to get us here
But now we know the good of change
neighbours whom are not estranged
Togetherness at first quite strange
all to stop the germ exchange
An understanding we now include
social distance not seen as rude
I do it for me I do it for you
And the rest do it for each other too
A change of life unforeseen
a care and unity never been
Humankind within a dream
A human race we had never seen
From these moments we see the best
with a new anxiety our only stress
as we lay our past ways to rest
I hope that soon you are my guest
daffodils thrust
themselves through
winter's cold soil
again
first day of spring~
sunrise and the violet
of your eyes
myriad colors
in ranks and rows
at the greenhouse
new garden
seed is sown
now we wait
British Biogenesis took a front seat
When the first bio-cloned sheep Dolly was created.
In a tiny glass test tube nice and neat.
All we need now is for it to be percolated.
Also a little know-how in kinestheics
And an advanced degree in biogenetics
Possibly the ability to follow deep,
And clear step by step directions on U-tube.
Voila! We are now making our own sheep!
I knew we could do it, with a bit of lube.
We used to like Yoda
we used to like Gandalf
we used to like The Power Rangers
but now we just like Golf
remember days with Pog cards
they were flipping bad
mornings with your rock hard
and now we're going mad
Back when we were young
all was an unknown
soon we will be done
where did the time go
Puberty's a crisis
midlife is a crisis
wondering if Christ is
and if so why is ISIS
After good comes
a mental stain
flaccid wood flung
florescent stain
We used to dream and wonder
now we sleep and slumber
the old just seem to wonder,
life to six foot under
we used to like Gandalf
now we like Golf
we used to like Yoda
soon it's all over
After Leaving the core
after Placing the divide
After walking that path
After listening to that sole voice
Without any alternate call
We now judge
Spilling caution to the wind
Shamelessly giving reasons
For every unfortunate choice
As we judge
Laying the paths
For every lost soul
While silently inviting those who lust
To the feast
Where we now
Sit and judge