Best Outweighed Poems
Live for today, our wisdom cries,
On looking back through endless years
To youthful days with mackerel skies
When joy of living outweighed fears
Let's seize this moment while we can
Latch on to this day of life,
Those inner joys shared when a man
Does truly love his loving wife.
Leave old age for the elderly;
Let them reminisce
About the past, the things they've done,
The good old days they miss.
With age and wisdom as our forte
Let's love and laugh and roister.
Our ship has finally made the port;
The world's at last our oyster.
Our best of times ahead still lie
With greater happiness than ever.
Though yesterdays have all flown by
Tomorrow's dreams will last forever.
I can see the past glory, though it is humble now and all the more reverent....
With thoughts of deep ocean bliss,
that comes with fading hope,
I walked along the tide line,
no longer able to cope.
I stared at the setting sun,
its brightness, burns the eyes.
I glanced back at the sand stone cliffs,
where a building caught my eye.
I don't recall it being there,
when I traveled the cliff top path.
I shrugged my shoulders then turned back,
to the ocean and waiting death.
I take a step towards my fate,
when I feel a tap upon my shoulder.
I turn to see who is there,
all I see is sand and boulders.
My eyes are called to the top
and to that small building.
Something there outweighed my need,
so up the cliff path I started walking.
There upon the windswept crest,
were trees leaning with the wind.
I followed the overgrown stone walk,
to the building, just round the bend.
The steeple leaned, but still spoke volumes.
No stained glass to catch the sun.
No bell to call folks to service,
no roof, as the rot had won.
Yet a charm was there to see,
strength came from the ancient stones,
that made up the four standing walls,
of this Chapel, now just bones.
I made my way to the entrance,
amid dead leaves, the scrag that enfolds.
I felt a welcome pour over me,
as I crossed over the threshold.
The setting sun cast long shadows,
that all pointed toward the alter.
My need, took me down the aisle.
Not once did my feet falter.
There He was, looking down,
from a weather beaten cross.
His countenance both pain and love,
I suddenly felt small and lost.
The sun sank deep into the sea,
and gave its final flair.
Within that light I swear I saw,
His face lift, so he saw me there.
I fell to my knees and I prayed,
as I had never prayed before.
I prayed for guidance and His love,
I felt both, to my very core.
I visit that Chapel, now and then.
It's still crumbling with time.
But, to me it has more glory now,
than it did when its bells did chime.
Paula Swanson 9/25/2011
For the contest; Church By The Ocean
Sponsored By Constance La France
Placement: 1st
you can love
in a just a single moment
so deeply
that the loss
is felt for a lifetime
it doesn't take time
to form love's bond
sometimes it is immediate
a connection of heart and soul
that defies logic or explanation
these thoughts crowd the mind
as flowers she lays
among her memories
silently filling
petals with tears
for blue eyes now closed
forever gleam brilliantly
smiles given so eagerly
with tiny lips of kisses
still hold her heart captive
so she lays a white rose
for every day
that her little girl
blessed her with her presence
and one red bleeding rose
to represent the pain of her loss
for even in the agony,
the joy far outweighed the pain
time means nothing when you love
the gift is to love at all...
There are a lot of awful things in this world.
Life is generously given, then brutally taken from us without warning.
All that's left is an empty shell of grief and pain.
Some of our most beautiful moments are far outweighed by the grotesque memories of our fears.
Do we really forgive and forget?
How can we forget those things that left us crying so hard in our beds at night that there weren't any tears left to be shed?
Forgiveness can be a treacherous word.
Sometimes the people we trust, break us completely.
But we still see past this and forgive them, even when it severs the tiny thread of hope that we have left.
Our own anguish can betray us.
We live in our own misery, trying deleteriously to mend our hearts, yet we're too blind to see that we are only putting salt in the wound.
Until it's too late.
Until we are beyond fixing.
Until we are,
Hollow casings of what used to be.
Oh, for days of wine and song
when everybody got along
When friend or foe was not defined
by politics to be outlined
When simple things like plain old love
outweighed the need to rise above
And when the chosen faith or creed
did nothing if we disagreed
How sad for friends of long ago
to grow apart for different choice
Instead of celebrating time
in love of friendship to rejoice
Oh, for days of wine and song
Were youth and innocence so wrong
I miss the ones on different course
I’m left with such a keen remorse
Did I in my conviction lead
to empty hearts in want and need
I have to think, it’s not too late
with wine and song, we can relate
Each day presents a choice of paths
As we journey through life’s meadow,
Seldom do we foresee the aftermaths
Making our way in sun and shadow,
Knowing not what the future may hold
With certainty, we valiantly press on
Placing one foot after another, boldly,
Through eve’s night and morrow’s dawn,
Until time comes to stop and rest awhile
To reflect on the paths we chose to take,
We find ourselves greeting with a smile
Most of the decisions we chose to make.
Hopefully, the better choices outweighed
Overall, we took the right paths,
A swath of right and just decisions laid
With no one accusing us of the aftermath.
Written October 1, 2022
[Thanks to Mr. Robert Frost for
inspiration to write this poem.]
"It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too...when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and... listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen
My reflective moments of me and you
rush through my mind tonight.
Like crashing waves upon a sandy shore,
your love warmly washes over me,
making me want and need you more.
No, it wasn't love at first sight. I struggled with falling in love at all. I didn't think I could love someone when I was still trying to love myself. But you...you said you loved me when our eyes first met. I hope you didn't regret that, or me for not knowing where my heart was trying to lead me.
Your warm and gentle, "I love you," took me by surprise. Oh how you must have been hurt by the look on my face when I heard you whisper those words. You knew what you wanted; I only knew that the warmth and sincerity of your emotions left me chilled with fright.. desperate to catch my breath, I pulled away.
I didn't know what I wanted, not at first. But being apart for days left me even colder. My want of you outweighed my fear, and soon our wants and needs blended together. It's been many years since I've thought about our wobbly start...
well, my wobbly start that nearly kept us apart.
When you took my hands in yours, you also took my heart.
My love, thank you for bringing light to my darkness, for keeping a calm repose as we counted fingers and toes of our babes, and for teaching me to listen to the warmth.
Through our laughter and tears, and for loving me all these years,
you are the only love I've ever known in my life,
so thank you, my darling,
for wanting and needing me as your wife.
I'm still listening to the warm ~ with want and need.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
April 17, 2016
Laura Loo's "Listen to the Warm" contest
He came from a galaxy light-years away
On a secret mission was he
Sent by his leader, to land on the earth
To report on what he could see
He landed his craft, then hid it away
And started his trek round the world
Travelling with pencil and journal
To record all events that unfurled
Before him, along his journey
So when he returned, to face his boss
He could use it as an ‘aide memoire’
And no small detail would be lost
He trekked from country to country
East to West, and North to South
From continent to continent, pole to pole
Living from hand to mouth
Taking years, to complete his journey
He eventually returned to his ship
And took off into space, to his leader
To tell him about his trip
He recounted of greed and of hunger
Of wealth and poverty
Of man making war on each other
Of corruption and tyranny
Of using the earths resources
Without giving thought, or a care
His boss listening, quietly, thought to himself
‘Why on earth did I put man there?’
But his herald, continued on with his tale
With a change in the tone of his voice
And as he spoke, the words he said
Made his leaders heart rejoice
As he told of the myriad of earthlings
On his travels, that he’d met
About how their warmth and kindness
Was something, he’d never forget
For although itinerant, they’d taken him in
To their homes, as a welcomed guest
They had given him food and water
And a bed for him to rest
That there were earthlings who went the extra
Mile to help others, which made him glad
And that taken generally, on the whole
The earth’s good, outweighed the bad
“Thank you Gabriel, for your report”
Said the Boss, with a smile on his face
“But we’ll still send a UFO down now and then,
Just to keep and eye on the place!”
33rd BIRTHDAY
Back to back taking from a formula,
But can be stormier within the storm,
Uninformed ignorantly believing lies is the norm,
These words are here to inform, me and you, open your third eye,
Subconscious schema stimuli, on high within all the divisions,
Seeing what you envision, decisions before committing to a decision,
Risen above the system, not within! It’s not where I been,
But physically seen what I seen, been in my dreams but I bear witness,
Spiritually learned necessities, learnt by being an enlightened fiend,
This is me as it seems, I’m out of that smoke screen coming with Truth,
Truth of the truth, no one’s near truth, no such thing as a conceptual truth,
Just ruthless beliefs beneath where this word rhyming priest,
Is seated and can’t be defeated,
I’m spirit and scientific, you need to leave it rest!
Brings richness in a lyrical feast, least you turn away today,
Swayed by your stormy day, mind on automatic, an unconscious play,
Remember outweighed thoughts creating distortion is the world’s way,
So on this day, May I may I, try to explain these words before I die,
I fly with spirits of ancient pasts, past down knowledge as I ride,
The tide with Neo and his quick flow blowing up the matrix,
Sick mode bestowing semantics on ya fixes and needs fixing,
Neocortex raking the tricks from the flicks and inflicting,
A complex net, the internet has detected,
Injecting infecting projections of disconnection,
Dimmed down, no longer wearing your crown,
So profound, mistrust underpins the system we have crowned,
But I’ve found, located and activated the pineal gland,
So stop and understand, if ya can, don’t stand down,
With a frown ignorance remains astounding,
Spiritually drowned, never found you have been uncrowned!!!!
Quincy Mac
date written: 12.12.2015
Tripping
She's tripping over memories
of those red flags she had.
It seems to her the good times
are far outweighed by bad.
She's running out of patience
she's run out of things to say.
She asked God give me one reason
to make me want to stay.
She listened for a moment
to the silence in the air.
She smiled and said there ain't one
or like me You just don't care.
She packed up her belongings
and she called a moving van.
She could have trained an army
with the time spent on one man.
She smiled again as she thought about
when he walked in that door.
When he sees what didn't matter
matters less now than before.
She left a table by his easy chair
and by the lamp she left a note.
She wondered if he'd bother
even reading what she wrote.
This song and dance was over
long before it even started.
You took me for a fool
that you easily outsmarted.
No good deed goes unpunished
now my good deeds are through.
The kind of man you chose to be
has now caught up to you.
There's warm beer on the counter
your dog is at your brothers.
Don't bother trying to call me
I'll be staying at your mothers.
Edwin C Hofert
Death I do not fear
But really I won’t know
Until it has come near.
A spider, snake or rat
Appearing out of nowhere -
Who’d not be scared of that?
But what I fear the most
Is not those things that I can see.
Nor would it be a ghost.
I think that it would be
To live with suffering
And great pain constantly.
So many on this earth
Live with different kinds of aches
And sometimes since their birth!
I’ve tasted of such pain
And known the dread in thinking
It all could come again. . .
I think that it is plain
What I fear is when my joys
Could be outweighed by pain.
Then if death were near,
I’d welcome it, for surely
I would swallow fear.
Written late November 1, 2012
For Tanya Harrington What's Your Fear? Poetry Contest
When history records a legacy, in its lengthy ledger towards mankind.
That scroll may simplify complexity, with common survival foremost in mind.
It's a theme that traces an origin, to the very beginning with no end.
While it explores the numerous frailties, exhausting great resources to spend.
Throughout time, many have seen the contradiction, as destruction failed renew
Though efforts were outweighed by volume, from the infrared to ultraviolet blue
This pattern can be seen from antiquity, while preceding to modern day.
As it pierces the veil of technology, only to twitter away any decay.
What is seen is a consuming desire, almost innate in the culture without regret.
Since extinction dare not be contemplated, that would be better to just forget.
Here what's left vacant is the day present, with a past and any future to ignore.
And while myopic in focus & understanding, the greed falls short to restore.
So as I sit on the sidelines in observation, noting the folly of humanities fate.
My viewpoint is occasionally interrupted, by a future that just can't wait.
H
St.Charles Parish
When René Robert Cavelier sieur de La Salle claimed this vast country of
Louisiana for King Louis XIV on April 9, 1682, the French Empire in North
America extended from Hudson Bay in Canada to the Gulf of Mexico. During the
next five decades, attempts were made to colonize the land and to integrate
Louisiana into the military, political, religious, and economic fabric of the
monarchy's New World holdings lover. Lonesome Charles has said he loves her
more for all of this.
St.Charles River
The Charles River is one of the most beautiful urban rivers in the country. In
cooperation with the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, the US Army Corps of
Engineers has implemented a program that not only protects the urbanized
watershed from flooding, but also safeguards valuable wetlands and provides
areas for wildlife and recreation lover. Listen to me early in the day the love has
grown and far outweighed the sad.
Saint Charles INFO
http://www.st-charles.lib.il.us/history/historicalbuildings.htm
Much of the information used to create this web site was found at the St. Charles
Public Library. The resources found in the Local History Files and Reference
area of the library contain information that can be valuable when researching
local historical buildings and people lover. Please keep me ici and ewe will
never lack for bliss.
Commonwealth of Virginia
County of Charles City
As Virginia invites the nation to come home to its birthplace in 2007, Charles City
County invites you to visit a place where you can discover it all - Four Centuries
that made a nation, Three Cultures that formed a union, Two Rivers that
embraced the land - all in One County, founded on the idea of representative
government - the idea that made America ewe lover . This secret poem is being
read by ewe this secret poem is stating this.
Possession's nine-tenths of "the law,"
Is what some pundits say
Implying "weak" own nothing real
And brute "strength" wins the day.
But if one looks at "biomass,"
It's insects that have won,
For ALL Earth's mammals are outweighed!
My, logic can be fun!
And insect's also might survive
Our next atomic war,
Intelligence, a passing phase,
Man, "ugly" carnivore.
Is "buggiest" the human race,
"God's image" just a joke?
(Or does God foul His own nest too?)
Depends on what you smoke!
Brian Johnston
May 10, 2018
The young go-getter reached the ladder’s top rung
by making work his foremost purpose in life.
Lengthy absences from wife and children stung,
but wealth he provided outweighed any strife,
so he thought. To his work-first ethic he clung
till poor health and retirement cut like a knife.
Loved ones’ aloofness cuts deeper. He has found
the saying’s true: What goes around comes around.
September 21, 2022
entered in the Ottava Rima Contest Placed 6th
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins