Best Occured Poems
The fear
In here ..
The chair
"Don't care "..
Sore gum
Lip numb..
" MUST DRILL
THEN FILL " ..
" Less speed
I'll bleed " ..
Preserve
Your nerve ..
"I've bled"
Jaw dead ..
" RINSE PLEASE"
Weak knees ..
The bill
Plus pill ..
Can't eat
No teeth ..
Unchewed
Soft food ..
Can't talk
Slow walk
Perchance
Soiled pants ?..
Mistake
Toothache !!.....
footle-note ..
The author would like to confirm that no deaths occured , during the creation of this piece. All
suffering was kept to a minimum,as the surgery was sound-proofed .Pain and suffering ,
caused to waiting patients , was due to being forced to read 3yr old mags. Seemingly the
news was less dire back then.All enamel&blood stained swabs were dumped in the
appropriate utensils,as per Geneva Convention(section ix, site xxxiv).The cleansing of soiled
underwear took place ,under supervision, with enviroment friendly detrgents & all offending
materials disposed of , in accordance with the KyotoAgreement(section mlx11).
Must dash !! , as I have to visit that other sadist, the vet ,with our cat.He is due for the snips!
( the cat , not the vet ).. Here Tom..Pshhhwshhh ..
A meteor came falling to Earth, as Dragon was flying, so very, very, close by.
His curiosity, must of got the best of him, as he ended up on board, in the sky.
Some say it was simply an accident, after all, we all know, how well he flies!
Whatever occured, the meteor was redirected, saving our town, before our eyes.
Though, no doubt, it was only redirected, due to Dragon’s, fearfully hanging on.
Many do swear, they heard him crying, for Mama and, yes, Grandpa Troll, anon.
This wasn’t good, for the people of Nodding-off-Ham, where peace is so sublime.
Yep, these shy, and retreating folk; were in trouble for yet, again, another time.
Remember, the Sheriff of CrazyLand lives there, Dragon’s most ardent foe.
Why there, you ask? To be far from Dragon’s type of craziness, we all know.
Yep! You got it! The meteor’s flight was, for the Sheriff, not so very sublime.
It Hit the Sheriff’s home, head on, leaving a crater, where he once, did reside.
Dragon was thrown and bounced a few times, resulting in an big earthquake…
Took out most of the town! But don’t worry or cry! All was well after a remake.
For everyone from Mayhem Falls: came to see… the resulting gaping hole…
Trolls jumped into the new pool, made from the broken water pipes, Yo Ho!
Dragon tried to gather everyone up, to take them home, with him, to reside.
It took a Lot of effort to round them up... nobody wanted, with him, to abide!
They kept running away! Until they realized they’d be staying in our home alone.
For a little while, that is, until the Carpenter Trolls, finished their brand new homes.
When rebuilding, the homes… bigger and better, became the name of the game!
And a new Community Center, came with the swimming pool, now so acclaimed!
Not to mention, a meteorite was found, worth a King’s ransom in glorious gold.
Finally the shy people of ‘Nodding-off-Ham’ returned, to close their doors, so bold.
All agreed that it hadn’t been quite so bad, as could be… along life’s tragic shore.
And it ended: a Great News Day, for all, when our Hero Dragon, did save our town!
So ends the most recent tale of our neighbors, in the town of ‘Nodding-off-Ham’.
The moral: Help can come from unusual places; even Dragon’s and Trolls known for a little Mayhem…
Written by Carol Eastman 7-7-2016
Wandering an abandoned path
Fearful, lonely and dismayed
A withered spirit broken by one
For a healing hand I prayed
Lift the pain bestowed upon me
Release me from this hell
Assure me now that I am loved
Exalt the heart that fell
No sooner than I spoke these words
You knelt and took my hand
Who are you, why are you here
An answer I demand
I am not an Angel heavensent
Although I could pretend
I am just man that sees your pain
And wants to be your friend
I come without false promises
And lie, I wouldn’t dare
I can not erase your painful past
Or deminish the burdens you bear
There was something in his gentle voice
That set my soul at ease
We walked and talked for hours
Along the river lined with trees
Hours turned to days then weeks
He never left my side
He’d lift me up each time I stumbled
And brush off my foolish pride
Then one day it occured to me
My painful past had been erased
Gone were the burdens that I carried
With peace and love they’ve been replaced
Then I remembered the day we met
You said you were my friend
You said you’d never lie to me
On that I could depend
You said you weren’t an Angel
Sent from heavens door
How could you tell such lies
You are that and so much more
A death in family occured
Our family lost hope and faith
This pain that I lost someone that I loved had shattered my goals and dreams
I just wish that this isn't what it seems
I wish I can undo this nightmare
Just to think about that person, I just can't bare
I wish we could of said our last goodbye
Even all of us
We all shed our tears
Knowing that our loved one has passed, but she isn't with pain nor fear
We are happy for one thing
She's up there with the Lord and Angels singing "Love lifted me"
How can mankind be so evil,
milleniums of war killing people.
We've enough intelligence to be aware,
survival means we breed so we don't care.
Is there ever meant to be peace on Earth,
when life has been warring since the birth.
Accelerating evolution, propelling our progress,
yet with all these revolutions we fight no less.
After reproducing our natural instinct is murder,
it's the only thing we produce that's occured more.
We fight to win, we fall and reduce, we conquer,
we're dim fools, it's like, mankind is full on bonkers.
Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and
read Part 2 to complete the poem and leave your comments on the Part 2 submission. Thank
you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain diminished
Me, Myself, and I...
“There are things that concern us,”
Consensed my “Selves” in earnest
““We” fear that “I” have succumbed to delusion”
“And after careful deliberation
It is with much hesitation
That we choose to delineate upon this confusion”
“Fact is your intuition
Is riddled with superstition
And your judgment leaves much to be desired”
“So you leave us no recourse
Don’t push us to use force”
It is then that the “I” was summarily fired
I exclaimed “By whose authority?” Response, “Rule of majority”
“The “Myself” and the “Me,” (forthwith the “We”), are experts in our field”
“And with much technique and time
And some forays into the sublime
The nature of your malady will be revealed”
“So to keep yourself from having a fit
Step back and just calm down a bit”
“We,” they said, “certainly have this under control”
“We swear this won’t hurt at all”
Then I felt my inhibitions fall
Still I said a prayer to God that He keep my soul
You know, fact is I do feel off axis
As evidenced by such parapraxis
As this prose that I, (or is it “Us”), seek to pen
And with my mind feeling numb
I finally chose to succumb
And allow the “Me” and the “Myself” to begin
And then came questions in a flurry
Answer, answer and please do hurry
Not one moment of respite did they give
They pushed and they prodded
With every “T” crossed and “I” dotted
My mind felt like it had gone through a sieve
And all this psycho-analysis
Is causing my mind paralysis
The questions, can you stop with the questions please
“Yes, oh yes indeed
I do believe we have what we need
To make an attempt to identify your unknown neuroses”
Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and
read Part 1 first so as to get the true gist of the poem and leave your comments here on the
Part 2 submission. Thank you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain
diminished.
Me, Myself, and I... (continued)
“Your, (Or “Our”), symptoms seem to intermit
And the fact that “You’re,” (“We’re”), a hypocrite
Tis no wonder we’re having such problems with diagnosis”
Then “I” had an idea so grand
To dispense with this at my own hand
A self-inflicted coup de grace would be my prognosis
So while the “Me” and the “Myself” squabbled
With courage newly cobbled
“I” spotted the dresser drawer and made my run
With fingers fiercely fumbling
Whilst they continued grumbling
“I” produced from the depths of the drawer a shiny gun
And now my life, though ill-fated
Was soon to be vindicated
This would affect us all equally the same
Would be no myself or me
No you, him, us, or we
But an inclusive all would be to blame
It took me a moment to figure
Out the safety on the trigger
Then “I,” (or “Us”), prepared to do the dirty deed
Then the barrel found my temple
And as it settled into the dimple
A still small voice did my “selves” choose to heed
Hence a moment of clarity
Harkened me to posterity
And I thought what a legacy to leave behind
“Can’t we all find a way
To save this miserable day
And avoid a broken body for someone to find”
And then deep within my soul
I felt and heard a simple drum roll
And the differing sides of me just subsided
And with my mind now as one
I worked to get this all undone
The whole business of this stuff I derided
And tis now true of fact
That I survived this ordeal intact
And lived to raise my face unto the sky
And here now as it ends
I find I’ve made good friends
With the “Me”, the “Myself,” and the “I”
Thank you for taking the time to share in my poetry. Please feel free to leave your thoughts
or comments here on this page.
J. Scott Burns...
It happened in the world called Asgard
Never heard by human ears
The history of one heart, scarred
And moved by love and fear
It's the story of a liar
Loki was his name
His heart of ice catched fire
The goddess Freyja was to blame
But he failed to tell her
And she moved on alone;
Now listen to what occured
In front of mighty Odins throne:
At that time the gods assembled
To feast upon their victory -
Many goddesses hearts trembled
The cause was Lokis flattery
But beautiful Freyja, angered by this
Stood up and stopped the flatterer
Lokis pride got hurt and he hissed
And with terrible words, he hurt her:
"Why do I need to shut my mouth
When your legs are wide open?
Of all the people here I doubt
You'd find one whom you haven't loved then!"
And before anything could be spoken
He left; a lonely god again
The bonds between them were broken
A lie, told to hide the loving man
But even gods sometimes surrender
To a mighty enemy, love or regret
He still was drawn to the other gender
To the woman he couldn't forget
He arrived at her chamber
Thoughts of apologie on his mind
Just to learn that Odin sent her
To a location undefined
And Lokis world again was grey
As he cried into the wind
"Why did you need to take her away
Just because once I sinned?"
"Pink Pink Pink"
Cathy and I were fair feathered friends
two femme fatales with similar blends
lying on white beach, absorbing Sun rays
as our kids built sand castles on warm Summer days.
every evening we strolled on the Boardwalk for fun
her cutsy twin daughters; my rammy five sons
as soft breezes laced sundresses of pink
we sipped on refreshing snow cones icy drinks.
after the children were snuggled in their beds
with visions of dreams dancing in little heads
Cathy and I sat 'neath moonlight on wooden deck
suddenly she was sobbing as tears streamed down her neck.
quickly to comfort her emotions so strong
I instantly inquired, "what happened? what's wrong?
she received her report from yearly breast exam
diagnosis stated bluntly from recent mammogram.
this petite little lady was so frightened inside
a worried single Mother for her daughters, if she died,
so we laced up our sneakers and walked for the cure
she began her kemo and for three years endured.
Cathy constantly smiled and would not be defeated
her race for life would soon be completed
remission occured and all took a deep breath
a shining example for a quality quest.
then one cold Winter morning she felt intense pain
her heart beating fast, she collapsed in vain
she was so brave when the news was so bleak
in the hospital room we all started to weep.
though the cancer returned Cathy was in peace
her first grandson was due to be born Christmas week
she never relinquished her positive vibes
with great inner strength she vowed to stay alive.
to hold her new bundle of joy in her arms
her last wish was granted for her bracelet of charms
Cathy closed her eyes one snowy Christmas Eve
baby Dante born early for she so believed.
each Christmas we hang pink ribbons on the tree
and sing her favorite caroles out loud and with glee
her spirit lives on and her courage, we remember
a celebration for Cathy every festive December.
*For P.D.'s Contest.
*A true story of my best friend, Catherine Villari Litton.
Nebuchadnezzar his royal highness
Engulfed by the abundance of his sight,
Once mused himself to the madness
Which arose from the pride of his heart:
"Is this not the great Babylon kingdom
Built by the swiftness of my might?
The kingdom that seizes the freedom
Of whatsoever nation it chooses to fight!
Whosoever it deems me fit to spare,
What shall make him not see the night?
And whosoever's life to spare I less care,
How could he escape my fury's fright?
O great Babylon the city of valour
Whose majesty of no precarious flight,
Remains at its best an epitome of honour
To the insatiable view of my delight!"
But while the utterances of his folly
Reeled from the abundance of his pride,
The Ancient of Days—Lord Most Holy—
Could not afford Himself of glory deprived;
Therefore He (God) had to prove to him
That all on which his pride such relied,
Were conquests which in his wildest dream
Couldn't have been, however all he tried.
For only He (God) to whoever He wills,
Has that power and discretion to decide
Who is he who dies, and who is he who lives
—Even the fate of all that crawl and glide!
These He does that no flesh may share
In the glory which in Him alone should abide;
Even that no lifeless god may least bear
A glory with which it was never designed.
And so to him a Voice at the instant came
That in his next seven years to be spent,
He would be devoid of same feat and fame
By which he became so proud and impudent:
That he may know that only The Most High
Has the ultimate power at every moment,
To deliver into a king's hands who should die
At any imaginable or unprecedented event.
Alas, a pathetic judgement was passed
(Which turned him a beast for a torment);
Oh, the disgraced king on the fields housed,
Far from the comfort of his majestic tent!
But the repented king (whose new birth
occured after the years of his punishment),
Praised the God of the heavens and earth
For such a great opportunity to repent.
"King Nebuchadnezzar is really worthy of emulation for his recompense
of heart...But most especially, for his repentance from pride and folly!"
I'd think about you 24/7
Though I didn't know who you were
You were my little slice of heaven
Though our meeting hadn't occured
I'd dream of your ways
and let your voice lull me to sleep
but I had never seen your face and
your voice wasn't yet heard by me.
When everything is said and through
I loved you before I knew you
Where once there was a small boy and girl,
Two fine companions there unfurled
No longer simply sweet, they grew
Into adults both strong and true.
This occured, I'm unsure how;
They left me, well contented now
To make their way upon this Earth,
Well assured of their intrinsic worth.
This is the way of all offspring,
To fly, and let us sigh and sing.
Looking back to that year
Remembering and beholding the pain
I was gripped with fear
Even while in the coolness of the rain
It was worst
But it could have been just bad
As I felt as though my heart would burst
And it was way too sad
I got little chance to express
But a disaster it would be to go on
Then I made effort to suppress
The tears of moving on
I looked at the cloudy sky
It was as though I was threatened
To say goodbye
Or be regretfully battered
We departed and waved
Then we didn't see each other until now
And when I realized I have not waived
My mouth threw out a wow
As fresh as the memory could be
I remembered my sweet thoughts of you
And then it occured to me
That I still love you
I suppose struggling bards (such as I) are wont to muse
Upon profound or inane topics to propound our views.
So, it occured to me how baffling the English language could be,
To new arrivals to our shores from international potpourri.
Will he ever master the usage of to, two, tutu and too?
Should he order "coal" or "cole" slaw at his favorite rendevous?
Plane could be a woodworking tool or is it that thing in the sky,
Or something plain and simple or a plain of undulating rye?
He tries to sort out the subtleties of yawl and ya'll,
And the nuances of aunt, ant and if that ain't all,
How can he figure out the use of maul, moll and mall?
Is it a golf ball or a formal ball? 'Tis enough to make him bawl!
He must ever ponder if a yard is three feat or three feet,
And is addled about the use of peek, peak and pique.
Is a pupil a kid in class or something to do with the eye?
Buy, bi, by and bye, now what does each of those imply?
His fear is that he'll never get it write or is it rite or right?
He preys (or prays?) for deliverance from his fearful plight.
Momma mia! He's bewildered and just wants to return home,
To that Eternal City in Italy called Rome (or is it Roam?)!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
They were nearing LaGuardia Airport when the pilot felt a sudden urge.
He told the copilot to grab the yoke saying his bladder he must purge!
He left the cockpit and wended his way to the lavatory in the rear.
Thus, a series of events unfolded, some of which remain quite unclear!
Things 'flowed' along nicely until the pilot attempted to exit the john!
Alas, the door was jammed and he mused, "Is someone putting me on?"
When he tried to escape from his predicament he discovered a catch;
He was alarmed to find that the doggone door had a defective latch!
In the cockpit the copilot was growing very uneasy about their plight.
The tower called to say they were 50 miles out and were cleared to alight!
To add to his consternation, some jerk was pounding on the cockpit door,
Yelling with a foreign accent - a serious situation he dare not ignore!
The tower operator, just to be certain there would be no later regrets,
Wisely called the Air Force and they alerted a squadron of their jets!
The copilot proffered a prayer saying, "Lord, have mercy on us please!
Help, Lord! Landing this bird alone will test my fortitude and expertise!"
In the meantime good Samaritans helped the pilot to escape his cell!
He scampered to the cockpit to take charge and all turned out well!
This mortifying escapade will be long remembered in airline lore,
About the pilot whose wings were clipped by a faulty lavatory door!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
(Based on an actual incident that occured on a flight from Asheville, NC
to LaGuardia Airport, 16 Nov 2011. Written with just a tad of embel-
lishment!)