Best Occasional Poems
An occasional chance encounter
With a stranger on the street
Can change life like a tidal wave
And lift us off our feet.
The mystery of wakefulness
Like the dance of rolling dice,
Is filled with rhythm, love and hate
Virtue, darkness, light.
Bending ‘round from sky to ground,
Heaven, hell and in between;
An occasional chance encounter
Can turn a whore into a queen.
Who may have been lost in paradise,
Trampled, beaten, bruised;
The **** you spit on yesterday
Might well have been just you.
Or the skid-row drunk whose soul has sunk
So low you can’t relate,
To the pain he knows each time it snows
And the cold winds won’t abate.
Unless, until somebody fills
His heart with dreams again;
An occasional chance encounter
Might mean the world to him.
A word or two of hopefulness,
From nightmares all day long;
A helping hand, one measured stand
Turns sorrow into song.
And now and then when nothing’s wrong
And everything feels fine;
No dark cloud storms or feeling worn
Cast clouds upon the mind.
When all feels well and quite routine
And there’s nothing much to say,
An occasional chance encounter
Can change us all in many ways.
A look in the eye and words that fly
Out of one’s tongue and mouth;
Before we know it love starts to show it
And the heart starts heading down south.
Running away like a child at play
As if never before set free;
Wild in the wind as one begins
To open up eyes and see.
That blindness isn’t limited
To those that have no sight
But affects us all the weak and small
Every day and every night.
As now and then like a Zephyr wind
A stranger comes a’ calling;
Before we know we’re all a glow
In love and freely falling.
Like a coin toss out of nowhere,
Probabilities, unimaginable;
An occasional chance encounter
May render life numinous, unfathomable.
Trust me when I tell you that
There are riches deep inside;
Every soul that ever lived,
Struggled, loved and died.
As it is written in the book of life
And inscribed inside our heads;
An occasional chance encounter
Can find beauty in the beast within
And love where hatred led.
There's facts and small truths and jokes about life,
Canned laughter and the occasional song.
And there's always argued political opinions,
From big to small, right and wrong.
The guests talk, on topic, of their own field,
Never deviating from what's in their head.
And I listen and think and ponder and learn,
On the informative ideas that are said.
Of course there's the occasional crazy guest,
Living underground in the housed up bomb shelter.
Believing world war three but forgetting air conditioning,
So freezing in winter, then in summer they swelter.
And the ads, the commercials of modern,
Selling things to folks on the go.
It's our weekend airwaves filled full to the top,
It's our local radio show.
Why should everything be about rules?
Why can’t we push the envelope a little and have some fun?
Why live in a space where rules
have the ability to decide our happiness...
What about the woman that touched the hem of his garment?
if she followed the rules she would still be ill.
What about the woman who took the oil and washed Jesus’ feet?
The disciples felt that what she was going, were against "the rules"
but in the end she blessed the Master in the best way she possibly could…
How many of us were disillusioned by sticking to the rules?
Life should sometimes be about having fun
not everything in life is plain and simple,
neither are the rules that we are
sometimes compelled to adhere to
sometimes rules are meant to be broken,
even if it is just to make someone's day...
everyone haikus
some is even poetry
but not in this case
5/22/2017
the sun rises each
morn with clocklike precision
yet each day is new
6/7/2017
like folded paper
heart opens to show true love
now follow the path
12/9/2017
When the poems sound ordinary,
change your pattern of life.
Live more than write awhile.
Go out and run a mile.
Get yourself a new wife.
Visit an observatory.
Sit and zone awhile.
Witness something vile.
Fall deep in love.
Be reaped by love.
Break a woman's heart.
Get your heart broken.
Just press down the lead to start,
the only saving token.
Write, live with vigor
and unatched hunger
of madman intensity.
Lyrical festivity
may well be conjured.
occasional rain
everybody gets a break
from summer heat
clean slate snow screen shaken not stirred
The time I'm happiest is when a new day starts
The arrow shoots straight up my happiness chart
Mr. Sun rolls around heaven
For me, an all-day session
Of grins and giggles and an occasional fart
Green patches
of lawn
surrounded by
flurries of leaves
demarcation lines
peace zones
Occasional puffs of wind
light, easy, unhurried
scatter a few stragglers --
swept along
a couple or three meters
then still
at rest again
they await last rites...
L-et
Y-our
K-indness
A-llow
O-ccasional
R-egards
T-o
I-mplement
Z-est
Topic: Birthday of Lyka Ortiz (February 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
N-atal
E-vent
L-ets
L-ady
O-r
C-elebrant
H-ave
O-ccasional
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Nell Ochoa (January 03)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L-et
E-vent's
O-ccasional
G-reetings
A-pply
S-imple
P-oem
A-bout
R-egards
Topic: Birthday of Leo R. Gaspar, Jr (March 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L-itterateur
E-xcellently
W-rites
I-nspired
S-cribe's
C-omposition
A-s
R-eaders
R-ealize
O-ccasional
L-ovely
L-ines
Topic: Birthday of poet Lewis Carroll (January 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
V-erse
H-as
A-lready
E-mployed
Y-early
B-irthday
E-xpression's
Q-uote
U-ntil
I-t
L-ooks
L-ike
O-ccasional
S-alutation
Topic: Birthday of Vhaey Bequillos (March 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust
U-nderstand
N-atal
C-omposition
A-s
S-cribe
A-uthors
O-ccasional
L-ines
Topic: Birthday of Jun Casaol (February 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic