Best Noway Poems
Life seems-like an ever forbidden story {!!!} one day you're happy, the very
next...{?} "You know the story". Why are we still feeling the wraft of an im-
plicable story? "No Guts No Glory."
Times persistently comes with it sordid details of Up's & Downs. Noone will seek
to explain...(why) the reason. But in all due-season....it seem impossible at times
trying to avoid the difficulties and still maintain one's own sanity. Anyone dare
try to explain...or if you could, does it matter whether or not I'm Democratic or Re
publican. Life is only rewarded Happiness when the common causes of living misg-
uides us to believe in the Unjust Principles of Process. The Process of dealing
w/families and friends and still be befriended as if life punishes you for being Reces
sed. And then no regrets for our our own failures, we as everyday americans still
accept the pain and the gain of fausely do's and don'ts, only to be place in a cell for
breaking manmade law's that never accompblished nothing but...an untold story..(?)
"No Gut's & No Glory."
If I had to tell you the story of my life, its hardship and disappointment or in noway an
attempt to try to explain my in's and out's, my doubts of which has lead me at the
crossroad of good and bad, only to choose the way of my own understanding of
the poor-of-me. "No Guts No Glory"
I have a wish
It grows bigger
everyday Will I tell
her? Noway! But i want a
two way for my
birthday!
Me, her and Lisa
Just one night
Let
me have the right
To be greedy
"Years come and go so fast- from start to end
yet, each that passes- is a dividend."
_by Poet
Another year has quickly passed away;
from start to finish, most will so agree-
just in a blink, each twenty-four-hour day
dissolved within the fleeting twelve-month spree.
The seasons too, each year, by four divide-
and they in, months of three, present contrast;
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter- so provide
those welcomed changes, making time fly fast.
And, so a year noway slows down to stall-
last January passed not long ago.
And here we are- December did enthrall
with Christmas- then, advanced the New Year flow.
That measurement of time- another year-
does come and go at will, we know it's true;
to start afresh- in twelve months, disappear.
Accept each new one as life's gift to you.
December 1, 2021
~1st Place~
Contest: "Y" Contest, New Poems
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: 12/03/2021
I was shopping at the mall, and who did I see?
Santa Clause was there, waiting to take a picture with me.
I knocked over a bunch of kids that were standing in line.
"I'm sorry, little brats, but I'm gonna get mine!"
I jumped on Santa's lap and punched him right in the face.
I could hear kids start crying all over the place.
"That's right kids, cry! I'm about to take Santa's life!"
I reached in my pocket and I pulled out a knife.
I said, "Listen up, fatty! All I want is your sled,
and a big bag of cash, or else you're gonna be dead!"
Santa just smiled and shouted, "Give it a try!
I was here before the wheel. There's noway I can die."
Santa was right... A knife wouldn't do.
So I whipped out my gun and I pulled the trigger too.
Kids started running and screaming, but Santa still sat.
Not a scratch on the guy, just a hole through his hat.
He shouted, "Ho! Ho! Ho!" That jolly ol' soul.
Then he reached in his bag and he pulled out some coal.
He threw it at my head and it knocked me out.
Then he turned to the kids and he started to shout!
"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!"
Thats when I woke up, and I was ready to fight.
I punched him once or twice, and started pulling his hair.
Then I got jumped by eight little Elfs that he had with him there.
A reindeer blinded me with it's bright little nose.
A child even hit me with a toy rubber hose.
"Mercy!" I yelled. "I give up! I insist!"
Santa kept on laughing and put me on the notty list...
Be good EVERYONE! I saying that from my soul.
Don't wind up like me with a pile of coals!
Tag! Your it! Like in the school days.
I got your mind lost, like you were in a corn maze.
This isn't Halloween, just another day of the week.
I'm always getting candy. I say forget trick or treat.
You can forget Flasnick. People just call me Flash.
My rap game's so scary, I say hell with the mask.
Forget Jason, They call me Lil T.
Wake up it's not Freddy, it's me you see in your dreams.
I'm rated X. Noway I'm PG13.
Sisco and Ebert said not to see the damn thing.
So if you do, you better call me the king.
I'll give you six days to live. I'm more hard core then the Ring!
*~*..Hold My Hand Don't Leave Me Alone..*~*
*~*..You Are My World..*~*
*~*..How Can You Do To Me So..*~*
*~*..You Breaked My Heart You Ripped My Soul ..*~*
*~*..Never Thought You Would Leave Me All Alone..*~*
*~*Come Back To Me Baby I Beg You Please..*~*
*~*..There Is Noway I Can Live Without You With Ease..*~*
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Earthly treasures drag me down
Pleasures and short term comforts
All my heart's desires
feels like i cant stand a chance
but my eyes are open wide
and getting off the way is my choice
Sitting all by myself
end times signs l see
fear of death and hell covers me with a strong shivering
noway to escape for i am so blinded
looking at these beautiful and sexy girls
walking half naked, cant vent
wish i could hold a hundred grand
to spend with haws and bitches
enjoying life dearth is coming
feels like after dearth comes cipher
with no treasures to hold
Life is supernatural, metaphysical
we all came from something
and we are going somewhere
will i stand the taste of time
with these useless short term desires
Cover me Lord
The treasures that l hold
the beaut that i posses
they are stealing my time
Lord, would you take me as i am
show me the right way to live
and make me taste the fruits of paradise
one cold day in december
the one day that i will always remember
Cold, broken and frozzen on the side
I cant help but wonder what was going though her mine
At first sight i was speachless, nothing to say
and this was the only time i toled myself that i needed to pray
With the unknown knockin at my feet
there was noway i was gonna fine my seat
I couldnt grab ahold of what actualy went down
For that breif moment my world had stop spinnin around
Just imganing how things could of ended
the rest of my life i would of predented
This is were your visions starts to clear
your ears open up and you start to hear
Eyes widen and you start to tear
What just happended has convered every single fear
We all have our fate and there is a time
but this wasnt yours, your fate is of a diffrent kind
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won't dance
take a chance
you need romance
mabe your fancy pants
all these thing excist
noway you can't miss
LIFES A RISK
sam i yam not,
nor will this 'lo bot go away
cuz, every coordinate in cyber space allows,
enables and provides
an opportunity to bray,
and thence get access
to each excel lent power full point
one among the beguiling bajillion,
thus this ming boggling concept proffers
(even the generic mom and pop hacker
tubby in her/his element field gloating
as if they won
the Irish Sweepstakes that day
despite neither could claim
direct lineage, sans Emerald Eire
analogous to Celtic temptress,
whose grand geography
beckons toward entranceway,
where sensory, levity,
and ecstasy punctuate foray
boot that diverges one hundred
and eighty degrees asper gateway
onrush of spam enters electronic hatchway
spilling forth like
offal horrific bilge interlay
sloshing violently, revoltingly,
and nauseatingly, witnessing a jay
bird donning mask (yule hating)
beak coming contrivance fashioned keyway.
force full brainstorm to firewall
to place on indefinite layaway
inundation of spam midway
between now and eternity,
essentially noway
no more, and if necessary
hermetically seal myself
stationing a pal in drone willingly overpay!
its just a black whole yet its pulling me deeper
there is no way to escape
I'm just another permanent keeper
so i give it what i got and i try to fight
i try and try with all my might
it all ends the same I'm not strong enough to fight
in the far distance i see a bright light
but its just false tormenting sight
I'm pulling myself together then its blowing me apart
faster than a speeding bullet or a tranquilizing dart
there trying to get me through it but its making me worse
i feel so alone and it makes me feel cursed
my pulse is getting stronger
death is quick but wont stop to wonder
the pain it causes like loud thunder
it screams in sight but leaves children to ponder
i start to fall deeper and deeper
and it gets me feel weaker
my heart and lungs moving faster and faster
yet my suffering just keeps getting longer and longer
i feel my sanity seeping from my grip
i try to reach it but my soul starts to rip
all this pressure my knees start to buckle
and here i am a one-man shuttle
I'm zooming out of reach of my sanity
and sight of it makes me feel more and more panicky
but my head is held high and i cant admit defeat
even when the blood of an innocent starts to leak
I'm trapped in here with noway out
and there all out there trying to break me out
heart cant take the pain and starts to crumble
my feet cant move so instead i stumble
I'm locked in yet i feel locked out
my heart and soul it starts to shout
then i see the knife like the glorious sun
my chance to get out its my my only one
i held the sharp metal to my skin
my life flashes before my life full of sin
i wake up now and I'm breathing quite fast
people they fall and shatter beyond repair
but we don't go near not even for a dare
its not our business so we leave it alone
even if its us that can finally bring them home.
the day now breaks in to the early morn
just a dream i think as a look at the dawn
they fort to guarantee that you may survive
like spider webs suck with the desperate flies
it's enough to cause your soul could rip
like a barely young adult being stripped
(not really, but just wanted
to get your attention.)
Thus "NOT FAKE," but
poetic quasi true anecdote
infused fictionalized
by this ole goat
with prevarication
to enliven of no note
characteristic, and certainly
not worth quote
ting - for any future
reference material, imp poet
tent to sketch a biography
of one otherwise tote
tem mick drab existence,
that happens
moost would vote
as exhibiting blank pages,
which means no ghost
for me life story needed since
no words needing tubby wrote.
thus the crux of foraging
into how the missus
snorts in her sonorous way
the one repetitive sleepy tune,
that doth not
warrant a veejay,
nor and thespian to reenact
a zonked out spouse from
exercising at the
Y.M.C.A. today,
but each increment of time
imposes additional wear
and tear on the body electric,
thus no place...(except...
Swiss Side or
Willoughby), to runaway
from senescence process
so one must savor
to the maximum propinquity
of each moment
analogous as if one received
money for their
existence as being payday
before day of reckoning,
which could occur any
minute, hour, second...
with no noway
opportune time will
provide any leeway,
especially for those
ping folks immediately
at ground zero, where
husband or wife
kept awake from partner
mercilessly growling drones
hell bent on then simply jay
ping, when agent provocateur
awakens only to find
themselves bound and gagged
unable to attend the
Scottish celebration of hogmanay.
Side A
Time’s Effect On Us
(Noway & Back)
Produced by I M Sorry
Side B
But You’re Still In My Dreams
(Night & Tears)
Produced by R U Leaving
Recorded by Ann Other
at Her Apartment
Noway, I will ask
the poem, to become stressed out,
like the street,
beaten and used again
and again.
Where do you want to go
for a rendezvous with?
unknown, in dark,
groping for the unsung,
unseen meaning ?
Time is worn out. You live
on the fringes, unselling
your ancient home, submerged,
after the earthquake,
triggered by ghosts of comments.
Satish Verma
BROKEN ANGEL
CAUGHT BETWEEN HEAVEN AND EARTH,
SHE FELL FROM THE SKY
DEFIED BY HEAVENS LOVING EYE
SENT HERE TO DIE.
AS TIME GOES BY
SHES EARNING HER WINGS
SO SHE CAN FINALLY FLY.
I STLL ASK MYSELF WHY?
SHE GIVES US JOY AND LESSONS WITH EACH AND EVERY SMILE SHE BRINGS. FOR ALL MY LIFE THERE ONLY ONE PERSON I EVER WANTED TO BE AND THAT WAS HER. AS A GIRL I MIMICKED HER IN EVERYWAY, I STILL ADMIRE HER STRENGTH TO THIS DAY. SHE KNEW EVEN THOUGH SHE COULDN’T SEE THERES NOWAY I COULD EVER BE. NOW SHE IS TAKEN FROM ME, BROKEN ANGEL SENT HERE TO RESCUE ME.
BROKEN ANGEL
CAUGHT BETWEEN HEAVEN AND EARTH,
SHE FELL FROM THE SKY
DEFIED BY HEAVENS LOVING EYE
SENT HERE TO DIE.
AS TIME GOES BY
SHES EARNING HER WINGS
SO SHE CAN FINALLY FLY.
SHES GOING TO FIND HER DREAMS,
IM NOT READY TO SAY GOODBYE.
SHES A VOICE FROM GOD, OPENING OUR EYES, EARS, AND HEARTS TO WHAT GOD GAVE US FROM THE START. SMILING THREW THE TEARS TREASURING LIFE AS TIME GOES BY EACH AND EVERYDAY, WHILE I LIVE IN FEAR THINKING THIS DAY WILL BE HER LAST, WONDERING IF THE PAIN WILL EVER PASS. SHE CAN’T SEE, HEAR, WALK, OR TALK, BUT THE PRICE SHE HAD TO PAY, I CAN EACH AND EVERYDAY OPENING MY HEART WITH WHAT SHE CAN’T SAY. I WAS FIGHTING A WAR WHILE SHE WAS FIGHTING FOR HER LIFE; SHE IS LETTING GO OF STRIFE, AS SHE LOSES THIS FIGHT.
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