Best Nth Poems
The look of pity on the saleswoman's face said it all
my paint spattered clothing, however the jeans fit
just didn't have that panache, chic pizazz, tongue hanging
inspiration for desire a young woman out to have.
The car dealer took one look at me, led me to the far
corner of the lot, showed me the used hot rods
the beater four doors, the budget cutters like I'd rode
but I wanted glossy black, silver hood ornament, brand new.
Paint is supposed to sit on top of your nails, but underneath
is advantageous when compared to oil, to muck, to dirty guts
so I was a step on the ladder of the working man,
I could even afford to buy hose, which I still don't wear.
There's something to be said for the over glasses, safety
glasses look, white paper coat, something comical
one supposes, but the purple overalls worn for skiing
which suddenly I could afford, made me my nephews joke.
At times I waited for a date who preferred the bar
called and said maybe later, because passion rumbled
between us when we kissed but I didn't want a flit,
disease, broken promise, I wanted to be embraced
Cozy now, body motion are promises and content
passion is beyond me, the bar on the patio in back
the hand I always hold a missing app that answers
more lonely than any mistaken wish that he'd be the one.
Stars, too, I climbed to them in my dream, climbed
the Space Needle and found my self with no safety net
I always avoided those climbs the dreams more nightmare
even though I do what I am told, to reach, to soar.
Sometimes now I wear black on gold dresses which fit
to the nth inch, so I can barely sit, hold champagne
to watch golden bubbles float against the elegant
white linen against starry night event, that's rich, success.
Dump it gladly for a romp on the beach, the missing
something like threads through a woven maze,
like an angel's hope. When I dump it all and seek
there's grace lying on the shores between the rocks
a pooled place where deer come to lick minerals,
boulders come unglued and sail down river
and think, maybe I could do that. Maybe I could
unglue all the expectations and rearrange the world.
Shall We Recall Gems Reaped From Our Love's Tree
Should small differences tear us apart
Bringing sorrows, upset our applecart
Will we open our eyes to truly see
How truth and love's growth can still set us free
Surely life should be more than seeking gain
More than just gathering bountiful grain
Shall we yet again, our souls truly search
On higher and higher mountaintops perch
Learn to give and love to the nth degree
Bathe ourselves in love's deep romantic sea
Should such differences rip us apart
Causing those rash actions not very smart
Shall we recall gems reaped from our love's tree
Wonderful bliss, love gifted unto we?
Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2022
Sonnet
Spare a thought this Christmas for those suffering in Ukraine
While you are enjoying the festive season Russia inflicts more pain
Huddled around makeshift fires with no where to escape the chill
The evil Russians fire missiles and drones that are designed to kill.
Russia hopes by taking out their power grid that they will give in
But its made them more determined not to yield to Vlad Putin
They're melting snow for water it's what they're having to do
And if we didn't live in a civilised world it could easily be me or you.
Women and girls are sexually assaulted at the point of a gun
Their families are forced to watch while these dogs have their fun
Another report a girl watched her friend raped and shot in the head
They didn't want any witnesses and made sure that she was dead.
Mass graves have been discovered with bodies tied and bound
With many showing signs of torture investigators have found
Russia claims only military targets have been hit but of course its lies
Anything that comes out of Putins mouth should come as no surprise.
Iran is supplying Putin with missiles and other cheap hardware
Putins rants about nuclear weapons I don't think he would dare
The axis of evil has now changed its now Nth Korea, Russia and Iran
They're all a bunch of cowards and they'd never fight man to man.
The Patriot missile system Ukraine needs and I urge the US to supply
Because if they don't Russian bombers will fly and many more will die
The war has already escalated because weapons we are supplying
And only by doing so will it prevent the death toll in Ukraine from rising.
Written on 13th December 2022
I have supported Ukraine since February by writing poems about what is happening there and trying to bring to light atrocities that have been committed by the Russian army against the Ukrainian people and have at no time written anything negative about some brave Russian people who opposed Putin and many who have been imprisoned for making a stand.
Battle of the Sexes
A Collaboration Between: Pandita Sanchez and Eric L. Boddie
As beautiful and smart as you are,
you always seem to take it too far.
I know some of it is just;
but there is still so much that never needed to be discussed.
It could be that you too often misunderstand me,
overcomplicating and seeing life differently.
They say men are from Mars and women from Venus,
so things will never be simplified between us.
Tell me, what am I to think -
I mean, your mood changes within a blink;
so much emotion can sometimes get in the way,
you like pushing buttons - what's that shade of gray?
One minute you say that I’m too emotional;
then when I prove to be your equal, you call me irrational.
Is it just that I’m way too much woman for you?
And, perhaps, you really don’t have a clue?
There you go again thinking you are all that;
that's the reason we are always off track.
I love everything about you, but I tire of the stress;
and I can't calm you down unless I get you undressed.
See that's exactly what I'm talking about -
resorting to caveman tactics makes you believe you have clout;
but you're no longer a boy, so you should know better, Boo,
you're wearing me out with your commitment issue.
You see, I just can't ever win.
So don't stand there trying to pretend
like you are faultless in all of this;
but the blame always hits me - it has never missed.
While I admit that I’m not totally blameless,
I’ve been the one who‘s always willing to do more while you do less.
In fact, like Rodin’s ‘Thinker’ you just brood over our problems;
but I’m the mover and shaker who actually tries to solve them.
You know what? I am done with all this…
I mean, you know I am addicted to your sweet kiss
which, consequently, makes arguments hard to resist,
all because there is not a feature about you I want to miss.
So please just let me say -
the indifferences need to end, and let's start anew today.
Well we don’t need to be arguing all the time sinking into quicksand,
if like two adults, we address concerns before they get out of hand.
But in spite of what our differences may be,
I know we love each other to the nth degree;
and in the end, we know we’re worth it, and we’ll see,
man and woman, we can work it out together, Baby, you and me.
over time before my adoring eyes
much like a rose past its prime
i saw you wither away
i didn’t think that love could
but it grew day by day
and how sweet its perfume
you gave me the gift of intimacy
opening your heart to the nth degree
your vulnerability most endearing
a closeness i’d always in awe treasure
you were the love of my life
i never thought i'd ever have to say goodbye
AP: 2nd place 2021
Posted on August 11, 2020 for contest STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (21) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Leave My Feet In Poetry Now Firmly Planted
I tried, compose a revelation poem about truth
Did that in earnest, in my wild but honest youth
But with mind fighting a stone wall nothing came forth
it was as if I fought as South against the North.
My brain had shifted into a deep murky haze
I was prisoner chained by a dark-cast craze
Each dawn I rose against a grey, terrible front
All my verses came out silly or rudely blunt
Aggravating, torturous to the nth degree
I gave it a go, took a vacation to flee
Not a damn clever thing I tried seemed to work
I ended up thinking am I fool and a jerk
Failed, threw my hands up and said, to hell with it
I cried out, had me a bad uncontrollable fit
I took a short vacation to a white sand beach
Seeking again, to my ran away muse to reach
As the ocean waves into my soul did soft splash
I ran around shopping spending loads of green-cash
Soon I forgot about all by having good fun
Rose each new dawn saluting the rising gold sun
Eight days, my time was spent exploring deeper life
Soon gone was any shred of hardship or dire strife
That morn, I rose seeing sun's sweeter golden rays
I discovered a much truer life in newer ways
That very night I sat down with pen in my hand
Out like magic beautiful words about this land
And then in another poem sweet love of true youth
Verses and verses slung about love and bold truth
Then it hit me thus, my angel muse had return
No more trashy stale words would I have to now burn
My muse told me she left to a hard lesson teach
She came back not because of words I did beseech
She came back when I had forgotten to her so love
So she left me to deal with dark world's push and shove.
That cool night, I wrote a superb poem on true love.
And if I were writing hand, muse is my dear glove.
Swearing never again, to my muse take for granted
I leave feet in poetry, now firmly planted.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
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On that fateful day in August arriving late, so unusual for me
For I am always early; did I know deep down what the verdict would be
As soon as I walked through that door, the neurologist told me my fate
I had Parkinson’s she said; a degenerative disease; but then I heard no more
How I wanted to scream are you sure, are you sure
Then I started to cry; then I started to shake
How on earth would I cope; how on earth would I live
I am now all alone since my darling had died
But the kindly sweet nurse made a cup of sweet tea
She gave me a hug sending me on my way
with armfuls of booklets, to read one by one
and not all at once, there’s so much to take in
I spoke to my family, I cried, they cried
I spoke to my friends, I cried, they cried
Then slowly I realised it could be much worse
I began to get angry; I began to curse
Till finally I vowed to live life to the full
Making each second count, till the day my time comes
I vowed that Parkinson’s will never define me
I will never let it rule me; I will fight it to the nth degree
Written 21st December 2018
Competition: You are not defined by
Sponsor: John Hamilton
2nd place
Standard contest 180
Sponsor Brian Strand
1st place
Spiritually inclined
Altruistic to the nth degree
Generous and kind
Intellectual, yet carefree
Travel a lifelong love
Thighs like a thundering horse
Aiming for the stars above
Ruled by Jupiter’s course
Irrepressible, friendly and happy
Unselfish and never a bore
Sagittarius, the Sagacious Centaur
When reminiscing, I can clearly see
two laughing teenage girls who cruised carefree.
Life showed her gentle, smiling side as we
shared dreams and secrets to the nth degree
and danced away most days quite happily.
posted March 18, 2016
entered in Brian Strand's Contest 237 (any topic or form, 10-line max) on
November 12, 2016 placed 6th
June 15, 2022
entered in the Bite Size no. 47 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Cyberpunk melodies from a broken shell.
Fishing a crooked coin from the wishing well.
Slanted rooftops slash and burn.
How the trapezoid takes its turn.
Scaling heights beyond the skies.
Some are dark most are lies.
Miscalculation to the Nth degree.
All we really want will never be free.
Reality melds with fiction.
When it suffers from inproper diction.
The glass stained with blood and light.
Is it wrong because it's right?
We categorise our lack of society
With a gross abundance of impiety.
Never ill always well.
Cyberpunk melodies from a broken shell.
He seemed an ordinary boy
until he found the supreme joy
of snowboarding, made it an art
in which no one can take a part
without recalling Craig, and how
he was the start of all that’s now.
He is recognized by his peers
as one of a few pioneers
who brought snowboarding up to par,
esteemed as other snow sports are.
It now is an Olympic game,
bringing other young folks fame.
He attacked his sport with verve and vim.
World accolades belonged to him.
He made the loved sport his life’s work.
Craig Kelly was not one to shirk.
He took responsibility
for safety to the nth degree.
It’s such a sad, ironic touch
the mountains that he loved so much
would be the reason for his death.
Their treachery would steal his breath.
Craig well knew the danger there
and went about his work with care.
Craig had his followers and was
Idolized by them, because
He was the master of his game
Teaching them how to be the same.
Unassuming and understated,
Craig was simply, dedicated.
Dedicated to work and play,
And to his loved ones all the way.
How many long-lived men can say
When they have met their final day,
“My life too short when it was done,
But every year of it was fun.”
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For Chris Matt's "Gone to Soon" contest
If you are a snowborder you know his name.
If not just google-- Craig Kelly Snowboarder
b. April 1966--died January 2003
He was my step-grandson
He died in an avalanche in the Canadian mountains in January of 2003
For contest
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earnestly sitting with the crowd
cogitating acutely for the uncharted answers
delineating each word issued and registered from my brain neurons
leave no spaces and blanks
analyzed and canvased every facet and item I wrote
stood up with ample confidence with myself
walked along the path between files of people
passed my paper
expecting to get the perfect and highest score
then,kabloooom! an "egg" for the nth time
directions not followed
but then,answers were all correct
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Who would guess after all these years
I'm a dog lover to the nth degree
Owe it to our Golden we've named her Annie
Sure won me over OOOOEEEE!
Can't wait each morn for the wag of her tail
She's badly in need of a pee
Charging through the house, she waits at the door
Her bladder's bursting I can see
So I open the door and without missing a beat
She bolts out and squats with a sigh
In doggie language she thanks me profusely
After breakfast she's duly satisfied
She settles down for one of her many naps
Has untold numbers through the day
It's everything dogs do besides their doo-doo
But sometimes they wanna play
Don't wanna play fetch, what future's in that
Rather chase each neighbourhood cat
Must be careful though, she also chases cars
How silly and dangerous is that
Who would have guessed, got a real friend
Can't wait to greet her each morn
Sometimes I'm having so much damn fun
Between brekkie and Annie I'm torn
© Jack Ellison 2015
Azaleas putting on spring frocks of
Beautiful shades of salmon or pink.
Calling bees to pollinate;
Delighting humming-birds with drink.
Everything is new in spring,
Fruit trees gorgeously attired.
Gardens turning up their soil,
Hoping we will be inspired.
I am the happiest of all,
Joyful with the sights and sounds.
Kerchief covering my hair,
Lifting plants and planting mounds.
Many birds are building nests.
Nature budding everywhere.
Outdoors calls me, rain or shine.
Peonies with loveliness to spare.
Quite a magic sight to see,
Resulting in an outdoor room.
Sumptuous and magnificent,
The whole of Nature is in bloom.
Utter saturation of colors with
Violets peeping through at me.
What a lovely sight they are,
Xaggerated to the nth degree.
Yes, the beauty there to see
Zaps my heart and sets me free..
4/11/16
A bicycle path along the river
wends beside the edge of trees
Planted there to keep the soil
from sliding down in nth degrees
The sassafras is from the middle
part of North America
Right by it sits the Trembling Aspen
fluffy seed that fly then fall
It's done with planning in an office
so people can walk safe and free
So they can stroll beside the river
and never think of plant disease
Because if one plant gets a sickness
all the others of it's kind
will bend under the natural illness
and denude the landscape when they die
ABCB DEFE GBHB
IJKJ
1/16/2012