Best Obtainable Poems
He served as a deacon in his church and was as pious as they come.
(But on the side, he sold whiskey from a thirty-gallon drum!)
He taught the junior high Sunday school class and was a Bible scholar.
(But on the side, he 'stilled' moonshine way back up in the holler!)
He was faithful in tithing ten percent of his ill-gotten gain.
(For his John Barleycorn he used only the best obtainable grain!)
He occupied the same pew every Sunday listening with attentive ear.
(It was rumored about that he also brewed some very potent beer!)
He proffered an "amen" at appropriate times and wore a suit and tie.
(He was renowned throughout the county for his very delectable rye!)
His tenor voice blended well when singing, "I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord."
(On back roads he did a bit of bootlegging in his hopped-up V-8 Ford!)
He was the first to offer succor to widows, orphans and others left bereft.
(He'd run his still for years - at evading "revenooers" he was very deft!)
When folks were needed to serve on committees he was first to volunteer.
(When asked his occupation he replied, "I'm a 'Spirit'ual Engineer!")
At Yuletide he was generous with the parson giving him a beef, cash and pork.
(At the annual church picnic he surreptitiously passed a bottle to uncork!)
There couldn't be found a finer saint in all of Boondock County, Kentucky.
(He'll continue to "minister" to parched throats thereabouts - if he's lucky!)
Entry for Tania Kitchin's "Primiere Trophy Contest" Contest
This poem is worthy of a Primiere Trophy since it won First Place in the Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest in April 2011. (Won $50 and an Outstanding Poetic Achievement Certificate).
Categories:
obtainable, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Why did you say those words,
so long ago, their meaning now lost in time.
Why did you make me believe you,
I was OK by myself, yeah lonely perhaps, but OK.
Your body excited me, your touch, your smile,
but they were mere superficial desires, easily obtainable needs.
You weren’t my first there were others before you.
You knew that.
I was open and honest with you.
You weren’t the first to say what you said,
but I believed you, I believed you felt the meaning of the phrase,
the conviction in your voice, the promises you made.
You knew what you were saying when you spoke the words,
yet you said it anyway,
You knew what it would mean to me.
I wanted more.
I guess you could say I needed you,
but needs are easily satisfied.
You never understood that.
You never understood needs can be satisfied by anyone.
Your desire is what I craved.
Your desire to be with me, to hold me, to touch me,
to spend your life with me,
to show unending affection for me,
to want me to want you, and to want me in return,
but you didn’t want me,
you needed me.
You needed me to be there when you cried.
You needed me to keep you from being lonely.
You needed me when the girls were born,
when you had your Lasik and your wisdom teeth pulled.
You needed me to do the dishes and to cook meals
and to show off to your friends.
You needed me to help you to escape
from a life you no longer wanted.
When your needs were satisfied,
you were gone,
not physically at first,
but gone just the same
as was your desire for me.
Why? Why!
Why did you have to say those words.
Why, did you have to say,
I love you.
10/09/2017
Categories:
obtainable, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
A solemn breeze sweeps me off my feet,
To carry me over the big heap,
Of memories once internally bleak,
To the wondrous words that are nearly antique.
It sets me down onto the ground,
And i see the land that i am now bound,
Forever in happiness and never a frown,
To eternally spread all that i have found.
The sight is so unexplainable,
To the knowledge that i know.
But then there are notes that are obtainable,
From the gradual flow of light.
All is now bright and shimmery,
Making it all the best.
Everything is part of my memory,
And also nothing less.
Categories:
obtainable, imaginationme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Certainly, if perfection
is obtainable,
Then I am unobtainable...
for no one can be perfectly
me --
so, perfection, then, can be
imperfection -- perhaps, even
a God of all quality?
perhaps part of Divine perfection
is to simply free? Let His Creation
be...
fearing less anarchy
trusting in Greater Purity --
Categories:
obtainable, christian, creation, faith, journey,
Form:
Free verse
Transforming spirituality is resilience in nature.
Listen, observe, and absolute the moment.
Absorption can be everlasting.
Defining resilience is the ability to adapt as trees do to wintery woods and as jet streams run through mountains.
Consider the fence, once bent, it yields and survives.
Once change is monumental, I must adapt and therefore, I will grow.
A ball hangs from high captured by the thorny branch of a tree.
Resilient to the wind, it swings until recovery – until it is let free.
The unexpected mandates handling.
I embrace the thought.
Realization is Jehovah’s provision of “creative adjustment” within us.
Strength, wisdom, grace, and courage manifest resilience.
Safety is a nest, which can break.
Implications are that the world is individually viewed and an individual’s identity.
Today is built around moments, which we are unable to see in which an individual’s future lies.
Clinging to what is known is how an individual frequently possesses his or her dreams.
Freedom lies in one’s ability to let go of what is cherished and customary to his or her existence with realization being that this is no longer obtainable; hence, constructing greater availability for more in depth dreams and privileges.
Through the woods!
Categories:
obtainable, peace, philosophy, poverty, prayer,
Form:
Light Verse
The dilemma of not knowing can be the best dilemma of all. In "not knowing" - the unexpected becomes a surprise for us to pine over. Joy becomes more obtainable when we live without expectation. In expectation, one is always trying to figure out outcomes. Then, when a chosen outcome does not take place, frustration and depression take the place of peace and happiness.
Learning to live and let others live is not always easy, especially when one has held on to dependency. Dependency can become the walls to one's prison, not allowing freedom to come and go. Dependency to people, places, and things can become an addiction that only gets stronger with time. To resist dependency is to learn independence - everyone's freedom. Independence is not isolation. Independence allows the freedom of self with a healthy interconnection to others.
We all need independence, but cannot live wholly without interconnection to others. Interconnection forms community. Community forms populations. Populations form movements in history, both good and bad. In being aware of our independence, each one influences their histories.
Louis Drago
Categories:
obtainable, philosophy, freedom,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I am often called a perfectionist,
I expect correctness in all I do,
High standards make me a precisionist,
This assessment is exact, fair, and true:
I will accept only the very best,
I am a stickler for accuracy,
Some will insist this is a futile quest,
Some will declare this is a fallacy:
We’re imperfect humans--- we’ll always fail,
You’re expecting way too much from us,
You set an impossible scale, they wail,
Your expectations are ridiculous:
Your protests and complaints are all for nought,
It is MY PERFECTIONISM that is sought.
"Perfection is not obtainable, but if we chase perfection, we can catch excellence."
These words of Vince Lombard inspire me and they accurately reflect the sentiments in my heart.
Categories:
obtainable, desire, emotions, philosophy, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
True Knight
Could you support the Underdog ,
Could you take the poor mans' part,
Knight Errant could you fight Magog,
Rip out his Demons heart,
and when the wrong of Evil done,
You see the Devils' part,
to give your life to overcome,
be Valiant cleave the path...Don
We the persecuted poor want equality with the Evil rich.
We can have equality without Communism or any other ism.
The Evil Demon Greed is overpowering and the Lying Propaganda pre-veils:the Truth:}
We have a media like Facebook to reach everyone, and give each person the vote of how it
“will be” Furthering THE Political Correctness foisted upon us we should insist on Equality of Pesos' for all on the Planet. Not Dollars but world bank credits.
This obtainable Utopia needs funding “without the need for greed to be rich ethics.”
Advertising is needed to get Utopia, rolling,
remove the Evil greed,
stamp out the evil seed,
remove the shoddy lust,
Give power to the Just,
the rich will be Non-plused,
A better day, God-Speed,
In the One God yes we trust....
Categories:
obtainable, adventure, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
trying to find that common ground
is best done when trying is not even in thought
letting the self go is not always two plus two
however, if a good ebb and flow is established, the greatest common denominator is positivity
trying to find that common ground
is the most beneficial when just doing is just done
letting the self just be is not always that 1-2-3
yet and still, if a common ground is laid down as a solid foundation, the greatest common denominator is positivity
trying to find that common ground
is at its most peaceful state when just letting go is simply letting in
letting the self be obtainable is not always a calming walk in the park
on the other hand, when all that is life is handled in a compromising fashion, the greatest common factor is Love....
Categories:
obtainable, growing up, growth, how
Form:
Free verse
Since the beginning it has been here.........
When we get up,weather its at the crack of dawn or before the roster crows its ahead of us.
We look to see it but it somehow evades our view.
Mere predictions are captured momentarally on precision pieces,which too are subject to the
bekoning of its un-obtainable master.
Photographs gives us the imagery of good-times,happy
occassions,celebrations,parties,annaveraries.....the first steps,the first dance,the first
date,the first ride or a loved one long gone but not forgotten. But canyou see him there
lurking in the shadows,waving behind a sibilings head or pearched on Grand-dad's aged laps
as he rocks back and forth ever so gently in his soft arm-chair.
Can you see him when the streaks of grey come out from hiding, or the arms shake;when
the knees buckle and sway form walking with added load.
Is he there when chil-hood games ceases;texbooks replaces scantly cladded dolls,tea
cups,ballerina shoes,ribbons,tricycles,action figures,big red fire trucks,,videogames and back-
yard swings. When facial geastures are no longer cute or precious but rather premeditated
to impel demands.
No!.....,you cannot see him but he is there watching,waitngfor the precise moment to strike
like a poisonous adder coiled up in a deep,dark hole.
Can you charm him,........no! presuede or bribe him,..........no! Can you reason wih him like
mortals,chronologically listing to him all the things you have accomplished in this life in order
to win his frienship........no!
All we can do is hope that he forgives and approves of our previous actions.
Categories:
obtainable, time
Form:
Personification
The Love of Jesus Is Awesome!
The love of Jesus is awesome and available!
In Jesus’ name, it’s free and obtainable!
Jesus offers his love as a gift for your soul!
Won’t you allow his love to make you whole?
He sacrificed his life, with his arms extended!
You can have your life
renewed and amended!
Please come and receive his gift divine!
Allow his love to touch
and cleanse your mind!
I’m forever thankful for his love today!
It’s strengthened me along life’s way!
His love has done what
nothing else could do!
It’s changed me within!
And made me brand new!
I bless you my lord for the love you gave!
There’s nothing in this world
I’d ever trade!
It’s so wonderful to have my sins forgiven!
I want his love, each day I’m livin’!
By Jim Pemberton 06/17/15
Categories:
obtainable, faith, god, inspiration, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
I must have left the window up
For a creature came inside.
She was bright and beautiful, with ornate wings;
You would never believe your eyes.
"What are you doing here, little thing?
The meadow is your home.
You are much too stunning, lovely, wonderful,
To be in the dreary dome.
But you might just be the perfect thing
To give this house some light."
So I fetched a jar of transparent glass,
And lured her in without a fight.
She flapped and fluttered in her crystal lodge,
Inducing the cat to the table.
I then moved her up to a safer place
Where she was seen but not obtainable.
This should keep the critter safe;
Secure and snug in her own bubble.
No dangers shall she ever face:
No killers, no storms, no trouble.
A week had passed with my radiant guest
Though I hadn't much observed it.
I was far too busy tending other things
To notice every flit.
Then one day while knitting it was grimly silent,
And staleness filled my mug.
I sat 'til I finished my husband's sweater
Then got up to check the bug.
How long was she like this? I gasped,
As I cringed with utter disgust.
Nothing was left of her but folded wings,
For her body had turned to dust.
Categories:
obtainable, abuse, death, gender, house,
Form:
Rhyme
Stormzy you aint the dogs Boris
you're just a rapper with a forest
and I promise honest son
the strongest grow an amazon
you're just a woodchuck not Norris
a man should woodchuck Boris
shouting chuck the government
undoubtedly just another chump
and it may seem very drastic
the geriatric made you plastic
because your stature factors
obtainable manufactured
that's factual
you ain't urban raw
more corporate tool.
why are you so frustrated
you made it now tagged to politics
marketing tricks get you rich
from hits you pitch to poor kids
urban representative unscented
do mentally subtracted
hoodie youths attract to this
political track diss
war the Tories with your poor peeps
they buy more your beats
talk about honesty
obvious marketing
tagged on to politics
masses see you exist
hear your hits and make you rich
you're like Tories
growing pockets fill
play poor need more
logics ill.
powerless to a long diss
like Austin Powers piss
grow your roughage
of awful I'm audacious
got pages to go all day Cuz
on your low brow go at BoJo
without mojo what a bozo
then label makers at the Guardian
the Labour paper for retarded men
report our nations a place
where racism takes place
I'll confront you straight to the face
you are racist mate works both ways
stupidity you're chatting
shouting victim
but the cause it happens
don't rally crews through false pretence
they harm and face sentence
justification accepts consequence
make sense bruv,
you gotta stage
you talk to these people
inciting them evil,
you're an idiot with it,
don't group and bigot
powers yours use it there will be unity,
I diss insult but end usefully
I write it down you do too
no race just paper me and you
*Cuz - cousin
BoJo - Boris Johnson
Categories:
obtainable, hate, hip hop, power,
Form:
Rhyme
He served as a deacon in his church and was as pious as they come.
(But on the side, he sold whiskey from a thirty-gallon drum!)
He taught junior high Sunday School and was a Bible scholar.
(But on the side he 'stilled' moonshine way back up in the holler!)
He was faithful in tithing ten percent of his ill-gotten gain.
(For his John Barleycorn he used only the best obtainable grain!)
He occupied the same pew every Sunday listening with attentive ear.
(It was rumored about that he also brewed some very potent beer!)
He proffered an 'amen' at appropriate times and wore a suit and tie.
(He was renowned throughout the county for his very delectable rye!)
His tenor voice blended well when singing, "I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord"!
(On back roads he did a bit of bootlegging in his hopped-up V-8 Ford!)
He was the first to offer succor to widows, orphans and others left bereft.
(He'd run his still for years - at evading 'revenooers' he was very deft!)
When folks were needed to serve on committees he was first to volunteer.
(When asked his occupation he replied, "I'm a 'Spirit'-ual Engineer!)
At Yuletide he was generous with the parson giving him beef, cash and pork.
(At annual church picnics he surreptitiously passed a bottle to uncork!)
There couldn't be found a finer saint in all of Boondock County, Kentucky!
(He'll continue to 'minister' to parched throats in the county - if he's lucky!
Won First Place in the Soup International Poetry Contest -April 2012
Categories:
obtainable, humorous, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
REFINING AND MAINLINING HYPERBOLE
Something reliable, desirable, easily obtainable and consistently good
So a junkie best know the right neighborhood
The right junkie to see who won’t stab you in the back
And who doesn’t have a deck of five aces to stack
Some junkies have held eights and aces and lived to tell the tale
When the “dead man hand’s” reputation came to fail
But tragically the guy with five aces came to die
It seems the number five was one digit too high
And that’s simply what happens when a junkie plays poker and bets too steep to boot
This, of course, is all hypothetical hyperbole for a hypodermic and the dope that some junkie wants to shoot
And a junkie who won’t shoot him in his attempt to shoot his way out of a showdown with death
While a junkie named, appropriately enough, “Junkie” on Eighty-Ninth Street and Lex takes his final breath
Because his old lady named, appropriately enough, Lady
As I always suspected, turned out to be Lady, a lady who was shady
And I find it unspeakable that a junkie wouldn’t warn another about a hot shot
Which, in junkie parlance, means the shot is hot but his body will soon be not
Because one grows room temperature rapidly after a hot shot amidst the stench of rotting flesh and muscle melting into a putrid mess
But don’t expect Lady, the shady lady, to ever confess
****….that junkie named Junkie owed Lady’s ex-old man too much money for a junkie named Junkie to owe
And Lady knew where Junkie hid a kilo of blow……….
To this day Lady the shady lady will tell you that she had no choice
And of course blames it on a chick no one but Lady seems to have known named Joyce
Whose dad owned a Rolls Royce
And whose half-Asian half American Indian step brother had a beautiful soprano singing voice
But that’s neither here nor there
However, I will tell you what is obstinately and obviously clear
A junkie better know the right neighborhood
Because the acrid aroma and stagnating stench of rotting flesh don’t smell very good
© 2012……free cee!
Categories:
obtainable, angst,
Form:
Monorhyme