Best Ours Poems
Years ago, we sat at the picnic table, near the beach
Our lives came together, as we talked for hours
An understanding bloomed from dark things we knew
A bright connection began with immediate strength
- In that time, it seemed the world was ours -
We flew from there, wings flapping, a team in flight
Until, you were suddenly taken out of the sky
- And I fell at your grave -
Heidi Sands
6/12/18
As the rain gently falls and the world grows dark,
I am engulfed with memories that shelter my heart.
Memories so real, their pain so true,
I close my eyes and I am there with you.
The way that we laughed, the life that we shared,
when the scent of forever filled the air.
With hearts on our sleeves, to each other we held,
there was nothing more sacred than the way we felt.
Each kiss, each touch left a yearning desire,
in your eyes, there raged an endless fire.
A fire that burned solely for us,
a lifetime together still wasn't enough.
With head held low in trembling hands,
the lightning reveals the shell of a man.
Regrets like a fog, they cloud my mind,
I would die for the chances that have been left behind.
Behind on a path littered with lies,
as the thunder explodes, I look to the sky.
A sky filled with darkness, turmoil and grief,
the rain hides the tears that fall from my cheeks.
If only I would have listened and simply took heed,
I would not be here now haunted with need.
I would be there with you, the way we had planned,
instead of alone with my heart in my hands.
Heart in my hands and tears in my eyes,
to the heavens, I plead and utter a cry.
A cry for forgiveness that somehow you will hear,
never before had I held someone so dear.
That for life and always, no ,matter how far,
I will remember forever that the moon is ours.
If time were ours, would we be glad
Would we fill it up with plans and things
Would we spend time wisely, or go mad
If time were ours...
I know that singers would endless sing
I know that clowns would always be sad
I know that to you I'd always cling
If time were ours...
Would cruel tyrants be swiftly unclad
Would people proclaim that God is King
Would we all link, arm-in-arm, comrades
If time were ours...
Tomorrow is Ours.
Suffocating beneath the weight of historical fear,
asphyxiated by the legacy of traumatised yesteryear,
the festering wounds of enslavement still remain,
juggling euphemisms in a crisp sound-bitten refrain,
spewing out neo-liberal economic charades,
doling out charity in strips of plastic band-aids,
but,
tomorrow shall be ours,
casting away subservient mind-sets that shackle,
no longer the weakened prey of the insatiable jackal,
tomorrow shall be ours,
we shall reclaim our plundered mindspaces,
we shall shed our chains, leaving behind the traces,
of past injustice, of the hurt and pain of our ancestors' sorrows,
we are here, now, alive with hope,
we shall rightfully claim our own tomorrows.
I've have never
experienced that bubbly love
that everyone apparently has...
Stolen kisses,
"say cheese" camera flash,
"no you hang up first" phone
calls...
"I can't stop thinking about
you" text messages.
My love has been horrendous
and terrifying and painful...
I have experienced...
"please stop hurting me"
"I'm sorry, I'll make it better"
"I'll try harder just don't leave"
"please stop insulting me"
So while everyone around me,
receives their texts, silently I
wish I were them,
I cry with invisible tears,
Inaudible Screams
And fake smiles...in public of
course
"I don't know how love could do
this to me"
Anthem of my pitiful life...
I'm in bewilderment that my
tear ducts are still fully
functioning...
More crying to go perhaps?
I was a firm believer in that
miracle creating love..
Avid dreamer and practitioner
of that
"I'll never let go jack"
"no its not gonna be easy, its
gonna be really hard, but I
want you"
"none shall perish, none shall
die"
"ever thine,ever mine,ever
ours"
But as the faiths would have it,
my love never reciprocated
these quotations.
And after all the sleepless
nights, and..
" Kentrell, don't throw up your
food"
" To cut or not to cut" -( refrain
of the century)
"She's not gonna call, give up,
move on"
I have faced the bitter fact...
That for some cruel, lesson
seeking reason,
I was destined for this,
That the one person that I
loved more than reading,
Would be the one person to
bless me with such
unforgettable hurt.
So for now my refrain is "You
and I once we were lovers"
bless you Luther Vandross..
Till that almost perfect knight in
shining armor,
completes my refrain,
Ever thine, ever mine, ever
ours..
With precision we carved out the sand
here at home, down on your cursed land
We defy you to try
You will surely fail. Why?
We used nothing that looks like your hand.
His name is Peter and he has his cool name,
His name is Michael who has all wealth of fame.
They've met together in a one ball game,
Peter and Michael are awesomely good and the same.
They exchanged hot shots like things were getting cooler,
Half quarter was disappointing like they were almost loser.
Echo screams of crowd were raging like a fire burning.
Movements of flash were tremendously scorching.
Michael was so loud to get his victory,
Peter was an underdog to get things swiftly.
Game of chances can change someone’s ill fate,
Believe in Him and keep that good sincere faith.
Peter scored so high and he all got his record.
Michael gradually lowers his flag like a dropping sick sword.
Victory is ours because we own this game!
Peter gets well because he wasn't tamed.
You are captivated hundred years ago
Auctioned your innocent beauty
Tasted various blood that kissed on the land
Marked the scars of exploitations
Trampled your dignity!
Barrowed the freedom declared by other
Fake declarations put our forefathers in trouble
Glared them by figurative beliefs
Praising the teach of others lives
You can’t live without balanced looking
Knowing your men’s race abused them without mercy
The wrong acts of our descendants
Earning the weak new generation
Once again you are plead
For the other lands deceiving you
All your men are slave
Still bring the curse of yesterday
You are pulling as an example
As the gate of hell of many aspects
Admitted the poverty is the hub of history
They are ignorant! We have filled of dreams!
Cannot stop their dirty spit
For the poor land but behind rich
Controlled you for being small
Wake up our brave spirit once more!
I know the brilliant minds know the weapon
For the intruders with the same us status before
They boast their powerful stuff’s war
Defying your patience to become ash
I know you are not like before
You can beat them and obtain the praise
The gnashing teeth thirst for respect
Of the strange eyes observing your work
Your men are not cowards
Waiting for the signs from HEAVEN
Give us strength and wisdom
To defend our crying tired land!
Butterflies dance, locked in a trance
Violins singing a lovers romance
Daffodils swaying in a breathless breeze
Dreams floating along in a wakeless sea
Smiles, long walks, endless nights
Holding hands, soft kisses reaching new heights
Two old souls connecting again and again
Thinking of a better time when
our nights were one
our days never done
when we would soar with the stars
we were free, not locked behind bars
Your heart was all mine
Your love could not be defined
Once hit by Cupid's dart
Like two doves our love won't depart
The violins will sing another tune
drift high like a helium balloon
above the clouds so pure and white
circle round under lunar lights
We'll dance as one at heavens gate
A love like ours, two reunited soulmates
The Choice is Ours
And so here we are on the brink of d-day
This week we will know how our future will sway
The duffer, the bluffer, the candidates with the muffler
Which one of these candidates will we have to suffer
If you voted for friendship go jump in the sea
If you voted for abstract plans you're dumber than they
If you voted for empty promises then that should be fine
Because sooner or later the they will resign
Democracy demands we give them a chance
But this time I think we should join in the dance
Coz whoever they are, the students at the helm
The Gambia College still belongs to us, not only to them
We gave them their seats, the nineteenth you know
We voted them to power between me and you
But whether they prove to be wise candidates or fools
This college is ours so let's play by the rules
Let's not break the law, can we please stand in line
Let's not pull those strings to avoid paying IEC fine
Let's finally get that a red light means stop
Let's not stoop to bribing the poor students cop
Let's be part of the reason our Gambia College is great
Let's be good students before it's too late
Let's serve our great College without hesitation
Let's all work together to build a strong unification
Enough of the trolling, the barbs and the fights
Now let's stick together, stand up for our rights
They might have the seats, the nineteenth we still know
But the College belongs to me and to you
And we're a thousand students, a thousand and plus
At the end of the day, the choice is ours
Until then, make no mistakes
Take over control
Nakedness raptures no thought
Deeper firmer still
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Contest Name Natural/Nature Sexy Haiku
written by
Cecil Hickman
Think in abundance and abundance will be yours
The million of stars for you to gaze upon
The thousands upon thousands of leaves on the trees around
Oodles and oodles of grains of sand to walk on
The vast atmosphere of air to breath with
The million upon millions of litres of water
Running in the rivers to thirst upon
The trillions of thoughts coarsing thro' our mind
The vast spaciousness of the galaxies
Of infinite unknown dimensions
To play and romp in fields of flowers and grasses
To rest your body and eyes upon
What abundance we have in store
What monies can be bared and paid at the door
Of our bounteous gifts bestowed in glory
And from the Father's love from the start of history
Pray as if you have already recieved we're told
Believe that you already have the requested lot
Then let it not for a moment be forgotten too
To take the moment and thank and be thankful for
Be gracious with your bounty in store
Give freely so that you can freely receive too
For not one cent can you at the close of the hour
Take on the journey to be with the Father evermore
The ocean, ours; the wild hammock,
ours; sand dunes, ours; walking the pipeline,
ours; serendipity in a time of liberty, ours
We had the sea when it was free,
the Fort, the Port, and around the bend
of our treasure island, free range
to a South End of untarnished beauty--
never a thought that that could change.
And, YES, Lord, we did swim nude,
because we could in cover dark
of no full moon --not about sex
in our Annabel kingdom,
but freedom.
Freedom!
I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer when we come back from war,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer with tears in ours and sadness on ours faces,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated right,we are treated wrong,we have no one to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated fairly we are treated unfairly,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,We don't have anyone to comfort us,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated kind,we are treated unkind,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,We don't have anyone to comfort us,I still can see the tears of war veterans like me suffing from coming back from war,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated good we are treated badly,I still can see the tears of war veterans like me suffing who are still on this earth while ours conrades have paid the price and die for this country,We still don't have anyone to comfort us, the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw the country on 9/11 when the enemy came and bomb the USA,We was there to comfort the country and the people that lost love ones,the power was on the side of the military of the USA,We beat them down,so I ask this question????? Who are going to comfort us now,we are no longer soldiers but war veterans all mess up we was not born this way but got this way for fighting for ours country////// SSG Jack Thomas Kirt
I kinda, sorta want to talk about people who are vague.
It’s kinda really important to be clear about what you have to say.
To ramble and sorta kinda talk all hazy will never sound o.k..
It’s better to talk in black and white than a puffy sorta grey.
I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is, it’s important to be clear
About what you’re tryin’ to say, and what you want people to hear.
To LOL someone or say DBD then tell them BRB
Is kinda sorta really crap when you could be more, like, wordie.
The Oxford has heaps of words, bucket loads have heaps of meaning
And to sort of replace them just with letters is kinda sorta demeaning.
Dumping on kids from spelling bees that had to study their grammar,
They got replaced by kids tryin’ to talk kinda like a poetry slammer.
So next time you’re sort of having a chat with another kinda person,
Use words not letters and speak kinda clear, kinda like you’re rehearsin’.
Because the letters sorta have heaps of meanings kinda like a heap of phrases,
It’s better, I reckon, to use real words, and it helps fill up the pages.