Best Over And Over Poems
Long ago when I was a child my sister died,
Everyday in grandmas arms I cried and cried;
Time ticked and grandma left and I had to say goodbye,
Then when my baby boy was born and he never saw the sky.
Inside I dwelled, asking God why, a reason I wanted to know,
Nothing anyone said reached me, then slowly, slowly I had to let it go;
Getting on with my life and one snowy day my love crashed his car,
Gone from this world, deep inside I existed, my soul travelling so far;
Oh soon I knew that I had to let the pain go, but forever I will kept he scar.
My mom and dad held me close and protected me,
Beautiful love allowed me again to let it all go away;
Writing poetry and penning my sorrow was the key,
Suddenly my dad died, and mom left sadly one day.
the path is lonely
that leads me to her stone name-
mother I let go
__________________________
April 2, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Quatrain/Senyru/Letting Go- Over and Over
Copyright Protected, ID 16-774-190-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Letting Go,
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
Eternal God was with us
Is with us
Over and over
His love is
Providing for us
Watching us
Forgiving us
Over and over
His love is
In every sense
An undying love
If we believe in this love
It will save us from our sins
Bring us to everlasting life
Heal us from our brokenness
And hardness of heart
10092014
The Ancient Mariner’s Fate
Eternally doomed adrift
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Mariner repeats his
Story over and over now.
A sad soul in true agony
Incomprehensible
His heart now dry as dust
To his fate he must bow.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 3, 2018 (Double Dactyl)
A tip of the cap and I'm undone
sparks flourish beneath the brim
and seductively lie
a view enhanced
enriched in the recesses
of her eye
shadows dance and dart
pulling at my heart
silently I'm split apart
mouths water and I'm doused
with an overcoming
fainted feelings falling out
'breaths eased at peace
minds grip and grasp
curvaceous corners grazed
entrails hazed (over)
and over and over
again I come
undone
Over and over again
I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams.
You whispered to me in a sweet dream.
“Over and over my dearest,
we can run but we cannot hide.
Even love afar,
make the heart wish to be serenade by true love caress.
The tapestry of life, is never fair.
You and I, soulmates in some distance place and today.
We are captured by the turmoil of life.
I know, as you do.
If I had you near,
I would drink of your lips, your skin and fall into your into your warmth of serene breasts. I would never release you and I would pray.
Please hold me close and caress my face and hair till we cannot no-more,
please make me feel alive again.
I would want you to whisper to me, sweet words of love into the midnight hours.
You are capture my heart and you are my love alone.
Over and over again, we go.
Please forgive me,
for finding you when my sedated life was accepted.
You are sugar and spice, everything nice.
My wish is for you never to cry, for you to laugh and to know joy.
My endearing hope is,
is you to know only joy and happiness,
every day of your life.
Sweet words, gentle voice made me wish for places where life is simple.
Long walks, long talks.
Drinking coffee and tea,
watching the morning arise and be content with any place we can be.
and love remembered
.
Love be sweet, love be kind.
Love alive is never forgotten.
Johnnie/Coyote
Over and Over Again…
Twisting and turning, the fire that’s burning
Keeps me writhing in pain
And all that I fear, is becoming so clear
Pouring like blood from a vein
Facing the truth, I can’t stop the abuse
I just don’t know where to turn
Do I bow down and hide, are the answers inside
To the questions and lessons unlearned
I rise and I fall and I’m waiting for the call
Or some sign that signals it’s the end…
Each and every day, there is something in the way
And it starts over and over again
Each and every day, I run out of things to say
But then it starts over and over again…
From the time I awake, in the mirror I face
All of the wrongs that I’ve never made right
When I lay down to sleep, I’m searching for peace
But I can’t make it through the night
I rise and I fall and I’m waiting for the call
Or some sign that signals it’s the end
How much more can I take, before I past the point and break
With no honor left to defend…
Each and every day, there is something in the way
And it starts over and over again
Each and every day, I run out of things to say
But then it starts over and over again…
The darkness inside me, now circles around me
Given life, it is freed from the cage
Every light now gone black, I can’t see front to back
Have I run out of room on the page…
Every light now gone black and I am under attack
For my life, this is a war I must wage…
I rise and I fall, and I’m waiting for the call
Or some sign that signals it’s the end
But each and every day, there is something in the way
And it starts over and over again
Each and every day, I run out of things to say, then it starts over and over again…
Over and Over
Over and over when I am near an ocean
My mind becomes full of love and devotion
For sailors on ships who served and died
Comrades rest on ocean floor and do abide.
What I want to do each and every day
Is on an ocean beach shore begin to pray
About memories that are there for me
Of dead sailors souls which were set free.
Often, several times and again and again
Will think of the women as well as men
Giving lives so that victory may be met
For freedom on ocean as sun doth set.
On vast expanse of ocean new days begin
And many places on it we have all been
Maybe happy or with things hard to bear
Knowing our omnipotent Lord is there.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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Iyase, Some great comments and concepts. My father died in an accident while on board the Aircraft Carrier CVA-11 on night of August 6th, 1956. No one ever knew
what happened. He was missing for 23 days in the Mediterranean Sea and his remains were found on the shore of the Island of Sicily. His body was buried at sea off the Island of Sicily in 200 feet of water. Services for him were conducted aboard the ship. His body
was identified by laundry markings. It was determined that both his neck and hip had been broken. He fell 80 feet to his death. He was last seen at 10 PM that night. A Naval Officer came tour door at home and notified us of his death. Another service was performed at the local Navy chapel located on Norfolk Operation Base (NOB), Virginia.
Just wanted to give you an idea of all that had happened. I was 15 on June 26th, 1956
and had three younger sisters and two younger brothers. I was constantly in search of a father figure all of my life. Being that you took the time to appraise my poem, thought that you deserved this explanation. Many poems are related to specific incidents and happenings.
Best Regards,
James Thomas Horn
Trump Over and Over
Around with him have to hassle and hassle
So he built Trump Tower which is a castle
And of does deliberately seem to be proud
Can always be seen standing out in a crowd.
Trump surely delights in all of its dazzle
Right along with much abundant razzle
And decided to add to his drastic dream
By buying a formidable football team.
Team had played games weeks after weeks
Then he would send out tweets and tweaks
About making his fabulous fortune and fame
Doing dirty deeds and up others did frame.
Now no matter where he may have went
Became known as Trump the Turbulent
Stirring up bad weather and also much
With Republican Party staying in touch.
Now of Trump wish they would see less
And are trying to straighten out big mess
Which they will always have been in
Over and over and again and again.
So why would anyone ever want Trump
After putting him together lump and lump
To try and swallow he has become a hard pill
What else would you expect from an imbecile?
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Can you imagine. 2,501st poem written.
Can't wait for next election. I understand
Howdy Dowdy will be running and the
Three Stooges will be in his cabinet.
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"Fantasy is the magical stuff much of my poetry is made of." by author
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand,
rolling them over and over and over.
Leaving this reality behind, far behind,
I close my eyes. . . I’m in a field of clover!
I stand there enthralled by its loveliness.
I lie down; it’s like being in a verdant sea,
and fluffy clouds in an azure sky
seem to be swimming lazily above me.
Over and over and over again,
I roll the three rocks. There’s a change of scene.
I’m floating on one of those clouds up above,
this time looking down at the clover sea of green.
The cloud, in the shape of an elephant,
takes me for a ride across the sky.
Oh, that cloud is changing its shape now.
I’m falling, wondering if I will die!
I roll those magic rocks over and over and over again,
closing my eyes, for fear I’ll hit the ground.
My eyes fly open, and I’m so surprised,
for in a dry hot desert I’m now found.
Sweltering, I look around. This is not for me.
Over and over and over again,
I roll those three rocks, and then in a blink -
I’m in a woods on the wing of a wren.
I’m as small as a fairy on this bird’s wing.
She soars to a mountain. I feel myself shiver.
Next she flies downward, and absolute blue
is beckoning me. We’re following a river.
I love all I’m seeing, but tired am I.
Still clasping the magic rocks inside my hand,
over and over and over again, I roll them.
Oh my, I see a winter wonderland.
A blanket of snow I have fallen into.
It’s glistening with beauty, but it’s so cold.
I’m weary and longing just to be home.
Can the rocks hear me and do as they’re told?
This time I speak out while rolling the three rocks
over and over and over again: “Take me home.”
I’m in my own bed! Was it all but a dream?
The three rocks have vanished. Will I no more magically roam?
silence&
broken phrasing
overlapped
mechanical
s o u n d s ,
hunting for a home:
arbitrary
stanzas
strophes
hushed
&muted
anaphora
in
conversation
....with
myself
The greatest skill a writer learns
Is licking stamps on envelopes,
And what goes out, too soon returns:
A boomerang of battered hopes.
Revise, rewrite, submit once more,
Until your tongue is dry
From posting manuscripts that bore
The editors who (won’t/can’t) say why.
Over and over again
The Same pain
I see the same Image
I can’t take away my love from you
but these same horrible memories can’t be removed
I just wanted to love you, but there always a black cloud,
All black everything I can’t Believe you still acting like that same old black ally cat with no direction no reason for anymore conversation opps I am mean no options Clearly you are the same person
Over and over again
The Same pain
I see the same Image once again, more and more
What the point of pleasure where there always pain/ you have created a monster inside of me
Over and over again
The Same pain
With the same feeling
The tension in the room between us is covered with hateful thoughts like why did I ever meet you?
Over and over again same song same Merry –go- round over and over again
The Same pain
Same touch no more cries
Life is a game and it’s not fair I can’t weather the storm but I do have a direction whether I leave to exit from the front door or the rear.
JCMT 11/19/14
“what going be today sunny day or a bad day?”
guns for hire
greed always
crushes an empire
trillions of monies
bread crumbs
for the working dummies
modern day slave labor
buy justice to be free
to rule with bad behavior
the madness of men
but in the end
they get a taste
of their own greedy medicine
The Devil lurks in the light
in the ever shifting shadows of the world
between here and there
in-between the silhouettes of leafs on the concrete wear
waiting to twist everything out of perspective: into his might
where you don’t know which way to go anymore
He comes to you like a fake gentleman
with manners and a grin
scheming to your desires and fears
eating at your pain/suffering as a refined four-course meal
He whispers evil thoughts into your ears down to your heart
saying them over and over again
a creature of habit and repetition
preying upon you with what has worked in the past
To make you give up and loose your focus
He uses the souls out there
like puppets without their strings cut
manipulating them
influencing them
tempting them
in emotion and thought
yet you seem like the crazy one for eyes wide open
He Puts up detour signs along your path
into situations you cannot avoid
coercing you to make decisions to derail you
to try and make you hate yourself
with the real choices and emotions that showcases your flaws
that highlights your weaknesses
trying to detrimentally change you
To push you away from your love ones/friends
To separate you from God and love ones and yourself
have you double think every just choice you ever have made
put into question your thinking process
to exaggerate your flaws
bring you to focus upon one tree in the forest
To see as the world does
He tries to take you from your good and chosen path
To be for God and Jesus and The Holy Ghost,
To be of Love
The Devil will prey on you with the indefinite
The Unknown
never knowing when the battle will end
wanting you to loose faith and hope
to just quit and walk away
from all that you have worked so hard for and sown
when everything you ever wanted was just around the corner
away from all of the illusions, delusions, and torment
This is why we must always wear The Armor of God
To stay on the straight and narrow and absolute course
with The Word in hand and Jesus in step
We stay the course til the end…
Let the battle cries begin over and over again
It's like a wheel turning in my mind
It's nothing some kind of metric slide
My sanity is lost so why do I care
If I only could grow out my hair
But now- I wish that I could leave
But now- I wish that I could see
The Light!!!
'Cause I just wanna go
out tonight (with you)
And I just wanna find a kind
of person just like you
I Love! Like nothing from above
and tonight (with you)
With you.