Best One Time Poems
I went to a nude beach one time
Where tanning was filling their needs
Ronald MacDonald in his prime
Showed his buns of sesame seeds
That's a crazy way to see a clown
But that wasn't the show stopper
Heads turned around and jaws fell down
When burger King showed his whopper!
The Dairy Queen's milk containers
Really caused most of the uproar
They looked the same, but twice the size
No one saw jugs that large before!
she sits on my shoulders, wrapping, twining
long legs warm round my neck
so tight at times, I cannot
breath
she looks long in my eyes
deep and intent
past the glass as if to discover
everything
to pull it all up, to
study it
is truth a product of vanity, some kind of
futility
as is said
sometimes
I see nothing unless it sees me
and she is so much of my system
right now
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
In my younger days thought much about fame
And went on laying the edifice of prosperity
That envisioned in the clear light of eternity
And might properly house the glory of my name.
But thoughts swifter than wind pushed my plan
Though the fair foundation has yet begun
And started with friends dallying in the sun
Scrambling awkwardly and the liquors ran.
Was too late to see my vision shape and rise
In the place of lofty peaks and towers.
Mind’s pieces drifted the conscious premise
Drowned by flotsam-jetsam in sluggish currents.
Later friends gulled and well-wishers deceived
And now have no regrets, nothing unachieved
Fragments left me to collect the pieces together
Spending all my time of bliss at ease forever.
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*This is not biographical write but based on the life of my childhood friend.
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Dr. Ram Mehta
June 24, 2011
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Contest: All the Little Pieces sponsored by Constance, The Rambling Poet
One time, I made up a story which I told so often,
That I started to believe it too, it was a whopper;
It all started at work with co-workers asking me,
Why does a beautiful girl like you not have a . . .
Boyfriend.
The constant questions were getting me angry,
I had been married, my love was in heaven above;
Anyways, that is another story but I was resting,
From any relationship with a man and from . . .
Dating.
So one day, I made up a boyfriend so very amazing,
I gave him a name, first and last and a real great job;
Of course, he was handsome and sexy and loved me so,
But it was a long distance relationship, you see . . .
Friends.
I gave him a personality based on truth, my husband,
It was easy and I just kept adding to that big lie;
Oh Michael said this , you know the way girls often do,
Yes indeed, he was my everything and my forever . . .
Lover.
The imaginary things we did together were so awesome,
They were based in truth, just not now, but true;
It is sort of sad in a way, oh how I exaggerated everything,
He gave me gifts, that I actually bought for . . .
Myself.
I kept up that whopper for a few years until they stopped,
The gossips moved on to another victim to bother,
And the handsome Michael just drifted away, I miss him;
Afterall, he was the perfect man really because he was . . .
Invisible.
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July 4, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/One Time
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in the cage of shadows
by the birches cast
your red raincoat
wetly shines
Papers and clouds of dreams are stuck to the
benches and the iron railings
awasy in the fading sky,
I look at you
the way a child
sees the circus
for the first time
the window where we meet
tries to steal the candy colors
of your coat
but it can/t
You're nothing special, though
a normal heart
filled with the ocean and
a million golden clocks,
amethysts and
a harvest moon.
Just an ordinary Goddess,
swirling, among the world
with unmuted plumage
when you kiss my cheek and leave
it burns and lingers like
a hot shell casing
among the smoke and noise
inside of me.
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FRIDAY, MARCH 16, 2018
He died one day
For three minutes
Not days
A machine was
Prepared,
But not ready
For a while it
Was winter light
Through an oceanic window
The loud congress of
Birds’ Shadows and
Velvet black indigo
The surprising cast
Of their kind, amber eyes
Welcome back
Sputtering and
Cut
Where everything hurts
And nothing
Makes sense
He cries
Like a child
Missing
Christmas
UPON ONE TIME A FRIEND
I'm just a dog abandoned alone
I never had much now everything's gone
Not my intention to cause the world pain
Being someone's dog was my hope to gain
I only wanted to be a friend
Now I travel a road without end
People ignore me or look with disdain
This brings to me a heart filled with pain
To humans I'm just a problem or trouble
Since my presence intrudes on their bubble
I can be swept up and it's good riddance
No one cares it's not on their conscience.
We are forgotten in this world we live in
But upon one time dogs were man's best friend
ELIZABETH SMITH
You only live once, but you're born twice.
Only to be taken from this Earth a single time;
and that's a gift due to his sacrifice.
Real talk; no chaser, you know I'm right.
The foolish are sober ignorants, I'd rather be intoxicated by life.
You live for the moment in time. I walk forming a legacy.
Knowing I have one chance to tap into my destiny.
Recently, you figured out we're only surviving.
I guess everyday's a new discovery
and we're all scuba-diving.
Somewhere under the depths, searching for peace;
but even after 20,000 leagues...you're mind can't find the silence.
Killing yourself over materials!
I call this self-incorporated violence.
How cold is your necklace? Studded diamond white.
Is it the same chill you feel when your body gives up the ghost in the night?
Forever ingrained into the spirit of mankind
is your soul, and your shoe collection...you have to leave behind.
You only live once; so why not? When you going to do it again?
Til you wake up at Heaven's door, naked, wondering how to get in.
They were once together
They asked
They wondered
They laughed
They taught
They loved
She was seed
He was water
She was bulb
He was electricity
The cold day one day decided
To separate them away
A heartless prove they both
Had to take
And in the end
They were never
Each others grace.
Whether written or verbal, some emotions are difficult for me to express. Some are forgotten, but there are those once in a life-time experiences that simply refuse to be dislodged from one's memory. I take great delight in sharing one of mine with you.
I do not recall such an emotion before or since, and most likely I never will; but with that romantic memory, once was enough. A man's heart can only take just so many butterflies.
I remember the year, the occasion, and that night. It was one date to remember with one lasting love.
We had just finished dinner at a nice restaurant, and within a couple of blocks, while driving, I felt a strong bubbling inside of me. I felt so good, I pulled over, stopped, and kissed my date.
That butterfly emotion was clearly a love token to me. I sensed that it was far beyond another short-lived infatuation. I was struck with a fever, and within 18 months, we were married.
Through good times and bad, sometimes hot and other times not so much, that fever has matured into a covenant, a commitment, and a devotion that have lasted for more than 45 years.
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My heart beats
harder at the thought
of farewell
We are here
just to meet and part in life~
merely sojourners!
When I lie
dead in my coffin
pale and white
motionless,
you all will send me away
with a farewell kiss.
All I wish,
as you bid adieu
is to keep
me fondly
in your kind thoughts now and then
after laid to rest!
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One time when I was in nursey school, Miss Shanahan had everyone sit in a circle and one-by-one say what we wanted to be when we grow up.
It was what you’d expect…
Doctor
Firefighter
Astro naught
Truck driver
Race car driver
Veterinarian
Police officer
Movie star
Baseball player
Actress
Princess
Detective
Engineer…and the like
Then it was my turn:
“What do you want to be when you grow up Bobby?”
I thought about it a minute, and said
“God.”
That threw her for a loop.
There was no braggadocio.
No narcissism, no conceit, no misplaced pride
I didn’t think I had a shot at it or anything.
Just seemed to me it would be the top job.
Can’t blame me.
One Time
When my sight got blurred
By unanswered questions
Disappointments
And empty lies
I lay down and close my eyes
I release my heart to open space
Walking towards the sunrise
All distances are lost
No more roads to divide
I can feel the change inside
I can't deny the voice of my heart
Now it is feeling
Now it is controlling
Can't tell if it is relief or rage
My heart is released from the cage
Out in the nowhere
No directions
No predictions
Just one purpose
To make the shadows of doubts disappear
To see the truth loud and clear
To see my love standing in front of me
To hear her voice ringing inside my ear
I don't think I'm still here
My soul is out there
Searching for its lost love
Hiding somewhere among the ashes
I'm walking
I'm swimming
I'm flying
Between the glowing stars
Spinning around me
As I laid still
Not moving a muscle
Except my heart
Tearing my chest apart
Out of sudden
Out of the shadows
And for the first time
All the boundaries disappear
Like the train reached the station
Like my heart found its final destination!
I feel you here
I feel you near
My heart is so sure
No more wondering in fear
Behind the hidden tears
My soulmate will appear
Standing before me
So close to feel your breath
A masterpiece of beauty
Your eyes speak of love
Trust
And sympathy
Embrace me
With that strange feeling
Of calmness
Of silence
Of relief
Can't forget your voice
Whispering to me
Alone in the silence
Like a storm of thunder
breaking the dark calm sky
"Don’t worry my love
One time we will be destined to fly!"
One time too many
maximum number of hits
heart in rebellion
Keep your own baggage
I can hardly carry mine
help me don't harm me
No way to go back
Heart in hibernation mode
Sweet oblivion
Eileen Manassian
It seems like every time I express myself to some one they take a knife and stab me in the
heart
I just wish that one time in my life that I could just find the right one and be happy for
the rest of our lives
One time above a little shop,
An old greengrocer climbed on top,
Despite himself he could not stop,
The world had changed forever.
The fruit of that old grocers loins,
Became obsessed with notes and coins,
She knew the club she had to join,
For she was very clever.
Yet not as clever as the man,
From council flat in Birmingham,
Bought her vision and now he can,
Not get help for his wife.
A wife he loves and yes adores,
Who gave him joy and did his chores,
And lives today in corridors,
The last days of her life.
She sleeps and so he sits a while,
And raises just a little smile,
As he begins to reconcile,
The error of his ways.
He sees a TV playing news,
A woman in expensive shoes,
Repeats the grocers daugthers views,
F*** off out loud he says.