Best One Take Poems
When precious children look into my eyes
They should not see things I despise
Rather love should always be
In my eyes for them to see.
But should I fail to satisfy their gaze
And somehow in their eager minds I raise
Questions left for those who follow soon
And with their precious spirits will commune.
Let No one take these innocents astray
Or change their golden skies to shades of gray.
Let no path to riches for them be denied
And in their hearts may love always abide.
By their holy innocence we're awed
Surely they are precious gifts from God.
maudlin
maudlin Monday's mostly mud
halts the weekend with woeful thud
laughs and sillies
get the willies
on maudlin Monday, what a dud
tintinnabulous
tintinnabulous Tuesday
is the second paying-dues day
we head uphill
but it’s no thrill
'cause we’re not there, but we’re on our way
wadd'lin
wadd'lin Wednesday straddles the hump
wiggles and shakes like a wide-angle rump
it’s a little too slow
with way too much show
wadd’lin Wednesday makes us “harumph”
thoracic
thoracic Thursday we’d like to send west
we want to get Thursday off of our chest
we’re not so sure
we can endure
thoracic Thursday'd be a good day to rest
finally
finally Friday, when it gets here
makes one take a look in the mirror
to practice a smile
to reclaim a style
time to get ready for giggles and beer!
sleep in
sleep-in Saturday comes with the blues
has way too many of those chore-ing to-do’s
so get outta bed
with hung-over head
and put off whatever you choose
shuff'lin
shuff'lin Sunday saunters along
changing tempo, just like a song
pretty soon then
it’s time again
for Monday and that is just wrong!
elusive
elusive, the eighth day hides from the rest
we like to think we’d like it the best
but we’d probably waste it
and then we’d lambast it.
an eight day week the Beatles addressed
Take my hand and come with me; oh precious one
Through the park we will walk feeling warmth, holding hands...
Listening to the songbirds chirping, singing songs of sweet love
Lay with me in the soft green grass; looking up
Watching the pure white clouds above, shaping two hearts...together
Let's watch the warm sun give birth to beautiful flowers
Like the garden of Eden, I will blanket you for ever
Let the mild breezes of the river comfort us both
Melt with me, my heart is yours; now...till eternity
Oh precious one; take my hand...come walk with me
(Love)
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Beautiful, busty black haired gypsy girls
looking at me
like they want to steal my heart
and keep the money they find in my back pocket
Those beautiful gypsy girls
rolling through my town
showing leg and drinking champagne
for no reason what so ever
and the one thousand year old grandmother
with five hundred granddaughters
and they all are looking at me
all those eyes pointed at me
and my heart skips beats,
each one take my heart
and a penny from my pocket.
W/hat if sickness and death were no more?
What if racism was something to abhor?
What if crime, war, and poverty ceased?
What if life took on a brand new lease?
Could you live in a world thus described?
Where children won't have to run and hide,
From people wishing to do them harm,
And growing faint out of fear and alarm.
What if every man was treated the same?
Not looked down upon and called ugly names?
What if everyone was considered a brother,
Instead of hating and hurting each other?
How about the war going on today?
Couldn't we have thought of some other way?
Without sacrificing so many lives,
Is it worth it that so many died?
Wouldn't you love to never say "I'm sick,"
Disease's gone, every one take your pick!
What if death walked right out the door,
Never showing his ugly face here anymore!
To live in a world such as this,
Where bad and evil don't exist,
Enjoying so much happiness and peace,
Where all the former things have totally ceased,
What if?
Dark clouds on the horizon the hour is quite late.
As I ponder my destiny and wonder my fate.
The foundation of my life was set in soft sand.
With no guidance from above where does one take a stand.
The pressures of life can be so unjust.
That is why he is called Savior, in our lives He is a must.
The roads that we travel sometime seem to never end.
Filled with pain and heartache around every bend.
We didn’t come with guarantees or promises of good things.
We dictate most of what our tomorrows will bring.
God sat down certain rules all men should follow and keep.
If we choose not to follow then don’t get mad at what you reap.
The baby boomers now we’re starting to learn.
To pay for the keep we must get out there and earn.
We’ve let to many things get out of control.
We’re not standing up to the task nor fulfilling our roles.
Where once there were heroes .
Have they left us forever only God knows?
We’ve gotten our self into an unusual state.
For what once was a given has been removed as of late.
We idly stand by as our lives they destroy.
Are we really that blind or are we being just coy?
It’s time we reunite and set our priorities straight.
The ReUnited States of America shall be our new fate.
Democracy and freedom they all come with a price.
When is death pretty, when is it nice?
That is why bravery and courage should be rewarded and shown.
To all our brave children and the battles they’ve known.
Give them the credit no matter the cost.
And pray for the families of the fallen and lost.
Normal world soar!
Go ahead be who you are.
See yourself through your needs, wants, and desires.
Never be ashamed when you are right letting no one take your fight.
The world is shaped by its means.
The dreams we have are our schemes.
I just diagnosed why he or she does not succeed.
We let people beat when we should not be defeated.
Creation instills right or wrong.
To be vulnerable informs the mind.
Strong is the man that climbed, when he had fallen so many times.
His back bother him therein.
Do you know this man climbed again!
He peaked the highest mountain known.
When he reached the top, his soul aglow.
No one will ever defeat his purpose.
He climbed and he climbed for inner glory.
Go ahead be who you are.
Let no obstacle be a stumbling block.
Stride and decide how far you want to go.
Your essence is your soul.
Foundation has scaffold, thus far.
When you felt weak, you stood.
The wind blew so hard.
However, you stood.
Demoralization came from everywhere.
Your mind was confused, but you became conflicted.
That was so intelligent.
You defeated what wanted your downward spiraling.
Go ahead believe in self.
You are who you are - nothing else.
Thank the torch and make your mark.
Disallow the fire to burn.
Win your needs, wants, and desires.
Soar!
Normal World, soar!
Username: Verlena
Pseudonym: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Motif: Self-worth
Some one take my dreams away Appoint them to another day I have to many personalities its my true reality
I look at you got no words to say It clouds my mind up every day
I'll dress you up in my skin when you stand up I'll fall again I keeps calling me
I cant do the right Ive closed my eyes to gain my sight
James .............
It days when thing go bad like off season,
I am moving cross a breezy taunt it by the,
Large giant it is call life,
don't want stand next to it might not measure,
Up to it,
Don't want to climb up it might fall to,
Short,
Every Breathe I breath is thinner then a pair of skates,
Thin but deadly with every sharp angle,
One take,
And life with situation unknown pattern form,
How do one skate there way to top,
Like a blood full of sharks you have to swim around,
Just deadly fiends,
One hitting a mile stone,
Slow down,
Can't hit every avenue or corner,
Why not caring on up the ladder,
With Her Advise,
And I just Listen,
To,
Her Advise,
Just Write.
I know some brothers who would never see the streets again. But then
again......"they are still free.." I seen a lion in a cage at the Zoo, and he
had a sad look upon his face. Capture from his environment and then
his anger is much to the roar of his raged. But if one is not careful, the enemy will
steal your joy and lock your mind as well as your Spirit into such a rage of
indignation that it will make you feel consume to a cage. "They are still free.."
Animals unlike humans have an objective desire to feel free, so they can roam
and expose themselves in their habitant and be free, and survive off the land,
the land where God privileged is purity and where civilization is his creative app-
roached of Vanity.
"Let Freedom Ring," and if one take within the fallable cauces of the value of love
and survived the punishment of time. "Then only for a little while one will domin-
ance over the viles of their crimes and still be______Free.." {for} GOD knows the
inside of your souls, He knows why the birds flies south to escape the frozen tun-
tra of the nothern shores. "They have ascertain a course of nature and rest on a
branch of the tree..{!!}.." "They are still free."
But do you or I...inmates as they call-out and shout your name in an attempt to
make you feel like you're never to return. Some are litino's, some are mexicans,
Indians and blacks or whites, doing a mandatory ten, but still lockup, for life is
hard in the pen and if it excells you to self-esteem yourself, "count it to the good
as a lesson learned..(??).." Because deep in the very pit of me, beats the inner
roar "Freedom Within Me'like the cageup lion and I could never be free if i make my home and ly alone
with that which now controls thee. Stand to your feets, and show that you are strong
and have Hope.
Haiku With Variations (Both Sonnet & Free Verse)
Haiku Number 2
hail rides air updrafts
raindrops crater planet's skin
your breath’s clouds, fall skies
May 12, 2016
Mother of a Winter’s Night – Shakespearian Sonnet
Her distressed sighs rise up like nascent hail,
(Tears blown to ever colder zones of sky),
Where frozen prayers see gravity prevail,
Release their pain on what they think is lie.
These raindrop tears sew cratered fields as well,
While farmer's labor washes out to to sea,
(Those tender roots that split rock - time's to tell),
But impact strips her lover’s legacy.
And with the fall as cold means leaves turn blue
New growth goes dormant and awaits Spring’s lease,
Confusion reigns as her breath’s clouds subdue
And haiku’s calmer images release.
If I am wrong let no one take offense
She’s not to blame, but my own lack of sense.
May 14, 2016
Poet's Note:
Please excuse the paraphrase of Shakespeare Sonnet #116's couplet. :-)
Mother of a Winter’s Night – Free Verse
Your distressed sighs are the updrafts
That hurl nascent hailstones skyward,
Freezing tears colliding, clumping as they go
Into tortured spheres that could kill a horse,
Certainly knock shingles from the newest of roofs,
Or pound a field of sunflowers straight into the ground!
My vulnerable fields cratered by your tears,
Whether in their frozen form or flowing wet,
Top soil now enroute to the sea itself,
As if the history of its creation were of no consequence,
Tender roots that pried a farm from solid rock,
Swelling into cracks that are always present,
Turning stone to fertile soil.
The sea’s surface, that not so long ago
Mirrored a most gorgeous sunset,
Now a tortured and a rabid foam,
Laid to waste, craters overlapping craters,
Gone in an eye blink, all my love a non-event
In geologic time it seems.
Winter has come early as your breath’s clouds
Mask all reason and confuse me,
A bitter chill fills every corner of fall’s skies,
Even leaves turn blue and cannot breathe,
Oxygen sucked from the room we live in,
My only recourse is poetry and prayer.
May 13, 2016
Long Tooth
Poet's Note:
It was an interesting challenge to try to write the same poem three times and keep the meaning of the original haiku intact.
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY: LXXVIII
for Suzanne DELANEY, in appreciation
(Prelude: CAN THE WRONG MAN BE RIGHT ? ABSOLUTELY !
If only he were NOT guilty of the self-same crime !
For instance, here in Europe, acceding to « nationality»
status can be quite ludicrously irrational: those migrants
even "totally ignorant" of the host country’s culture
and official tongue obtain their "citizenship papers »
sooner or later, while clinging desperately to their
own culture and country to the exclusion of their hosts’- some more fortunatethough enjoy « dual nationality » and therefore DUAL rights to LOYALTY ! And talk tough once they take over responsibile positions in society. And the
ones on whom the latter prey most of all are precisely
those « other» less fortunate migrants at their mercy !)
IF ever I had a country, a country NOT « wholly" put together by
either IMMIGRANTS or REFUGEES, you see, but by conquering
IMPERIAL ENSLAVERS on the backs of blacks and
on those fleeing from hunger, from religious
intolerance as "indentured-labourers », mainly, you’ll agree
WHERE the indigene was routed and rounded up into
RESERVES through superior "fire-power" by the
COLONIAL and local ARISTOCRACY
AND where TAXES and LEVIES imposed by the « Foreign Power »
drove the locally-born MASTER to revolt against the MOTHER
COUNTRY
Until the whole CONTINENT united « nation » after « nation »
to become the foremost mid-twentieth century « COLONIAL »
SAVIOUR of the WORLD country
Only to find its internal structure and economic power usurped
by other NON-NATION constituting ethnies
AND one-by-one take over from the original WASP founding PATER
FAMILIAS confederacy
Yes, then, I’d keep the NEW-COMER from wagging his/her tongue or
shooting his/her mouth tout azimuth - despite the legislative mandate -
as though he/she were the backbone of the nation or from attempting to
take over my « dear » country as if it were their « god-given » patrimony
Even if I never ever had no country stuck together with spit and elbow-grease to look like a pyrotechnically-powere Bollywoodian jamboree
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, July 22, 2019
SHE'S MY CHOICE AND MY CROSS.
You told me beauty is merely skin deep
Wasn't that the reason I wooed her in the first place
Said it doesn't cook afang soup
I've not forgotten my way to mama put
You said she doesn't respect my mother
Excuse me don't make that sound like murder
Forget graduate Tinuke
I prefer beautiful unschooled Amanda
Even though she can't prepare amala
You said she's not intelligent
She does what I like and she's so efficient
Who said she's not sound
Have you heard her bedroom sound
She is not of classy source
But she's sassy and I dey enjoy her ponmo sauce
That she is mentally scanty is mere rumour
Even if she is, I enjoy the momentary humour
Who even needs that educated feminist
I have had enough troubles with chemistry
She can't speak fluently in the crowd
You need to see her in bed so succulent and loud
If you say she's crude and lousy
Excuse me sister , crude oil get value pass kerosene
Say my wife no go school
But she sabi hold spoon
Asking who will help my kids with their assignment
How that one take be your concernment
When we have kids we'll make arrangement
You dey tell me say I no get sense
Sister, you no dey see well go wear your contact lens
You claim she's using juju on me
But I'm enjoying the fufu she gives to me
You claim she's full of violence
You're wrong she doesn't just like pretence
Though she slapped me once in the open
It was because I burnt the food in the oven
That won't make our love to be broken
Now she's fat and won't hit the gym
It's OK Yoruba men don't like them slim
She's daft and can't stand a mental debate
Who even likes a wife that argues
If she ties wrapper round her chest
She doesn't want men to covet
If she was born of parents of colourful poverty
I've acquired the asset and the liability
Right now she's my sole property
Say all you want about her
She's my choice and my cross
(FM CONCEPTUAL ???)
the grey green granite stone
gets worn by the rain
from hard solid rock to dust
the colorful silk flowers
get faded by the sun
from bright blue to pale white
the sun
the rain
and time
add
subtract and
do their math
over time
one and one is two
two take away one is one
one take away one
is none
plus one
is one
Air Force One, take off
President shares Jelly Bellys
To dust, Berlin Wall