Best Pay Poems
Blissfully ignorant and supine,
Lost in the economy line,
voters don’t have a clue
that liberty is through.
Apathy dictates all else is fine.
People keep telling me how foolish I am,
but frankly I don’t give a dam.
I’m going to tell you what I see.
You don’t have to agree with me.
In hatred’s name Moslems prayed at the mosque,
boarded planes and three thousand we lost,
Soon we elected a Moslem president,
his books words and actions self evident.
To prove he was islam’s extremist hero,
He allowed a triumphant mosque at ground zero,
Freedom of religion is what they subtly called it,
by a government that continues to overhaul it.
The American people look on as if still numb,
singing his praises as if deaf and dumb,
while a pseudo democratic uncle Sam,
in a forced health care plan,
continues to turn out liberty’s lights
by destroying other religion’s rights.
Thus the American people’s democracy,
is morphed into a dictatorial hypocrisy.
While blindsided by a frantic economy,
we apathetically lose our autonomy.
Allowed by deaf and blind voters in a loud voice,
Fooled by not freedom but license they call choice,
sly appointment of people who fulfill the plan,
A long range one by the “new” Uncle Sam.
a champion of abortion, killing future contenders
him and Herod; another of the great pretenders.
“Enlightened Americans have one point two children per family,
because of abortion, birth control and contraception
Moslems have seven; which is the anomaly?
We Americans treat babies as an infection.
Laugh if you wish; I’m just exposing the path,
You “enlightened” Americans: you do the math.
Would you even miss if I were to die?
Or would it be only a showing of your pride?
What if I told you I contemplated suicide?
Would you duck your head and run away and hide?
If you were to notice how depressed I really am
would you reach over and show me a true friend?
The thought that you wouldn't eats me up inside,
my tears are overflowing the well has now run dry.
Friendship calls for sacrifice and not just on one side
I gave my all to you to take and toss aside.
It's sad to think I drop everything to run and do for you;
you do do things for me but expect payment from me too!
Reaching out to someone is very hard to do,
it makes it even harder when you know they won't come thru.
My door is open always and I never charged a toll,
but I seem to pay one when you cross my threshold.
Maybe I will stick around and wallow in self-pity,
or maybe this will be the last of me you'll see!!!
Work, as fun as death
More, more, more, they want always
Sweet relief, paycheck.
Pay attention
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Just when she thinks the coast is clear
In walks the ghost with a smile and a can of beer
“Come over here - let me tell you a story”
“Sit on my lap - you don’t have to worry”
“Do as I say and it won’t be gory”
Pay attention
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As the ghost tells his bed time story
Strokes her hair and tells her not to worry
Listening to this ghost and his horrific sounds
Her body is stiff, her heart pounds
She tries not to cry as his pants begin to round
Pay attention
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“You know I love you” the story begins
“Don’t tell mommy” the story ends
Back in bed alone in the dark
The ghost and his beer have left their mark
An innocent “bedtime story” is how it all starts
Lay
**Submitted to Crystal Wilkins Childhood Memories Contest
*Won 2nd place
The price we pay for our freedom is not contained in a man’s wallet,
Nor is liberty a currency found in a female fancy Gucci pocketbook.
It’s not in anyone’s liquidity portfolio investment bank records,
Nor is it contained in anybody's “Wall Street” premier trust fund accounts.
Reverently, the price we pay is not derived from ensuing wealth.
The red blood of freedom travels naturally in our veins—immutable!
Freedom has been ordained from creation in the lives of all people.
Liberty runs from heart to heart, inspires from soul to soul—sours like an eagle!
It’s linking parents to children, brother to sister, displaying courage.
Generations standing on the shoulders of generations—a fighting refuge!
The price we pay for our freedom and liberty—will never be free!
Historical accounts tried; produced no detailed cost—"It’s a sacred decree!”
The price paid has clearly left budgets—fragmented and unbalanced,
Red poppies blooming in the fields of courageous remembrance!
It has triggered aching souls, caused running nostrils, and weeping eyes.
Ladies wearing dark veils, and men black suits—great spirits that never die!
Uplifting hand and heads under the moon and sparkling stars at night.
Courage inspiring life in delight to continue the fight without—fright nor flight!.
Many look forward to more significant liberating inspiration to come.
Brilliantly embracing the shining new embolden golden rays of the rising sun.
Such a priceless premium runs in our veins and precious arteries.
The price paid for liberty and freedom is entrenched in our hearts naturally!
Darkness falls blood swept fields today
Haunting sounds come from shattered bone
Stench floats, hangs from bodies decay
and cries are heard in fields of stone
Terrified men will turn to clay
Anguished faces that have no name
They are stepped on as they moan
No questions asked or feeling shame
Moonlight filters trees burned away
Hearts turn cold while fatigue has shown
Blood sticks to boots from the footway
Each man apart feeling alone
Sees his name on a gravestone stay
From this wanted war that they blame
As some scream out from deaths they own
No questions asked or feeling shame
Army of men cry from the frey
and hear whispered sounds, dead men groan
The cursed memories they will weigh
Men curl in darkness, fear has grown
They had to pass through hell's archway
and found no heros or acclaim
Only meadows of death they've sown
No questions asked or feeling shame
The anger comes, they can't postpone
Dead men's faces fill their mind's frame
Their nightmares now will set the tone
No questions asked or feeling shame
I changed ABABBCBC to ABABACBC
contest Ballade
4/28/15
Authentic acknowledges each dedicated example.
Boisterous is a good trait to have.
Courage highlights all the struggles encountered.
Devotion is a needed reminder.
Emptiness should be filled with compassionate moments.
Fabulous signifies most standards.
Greatness emphasizes our mothers and fathers.
Helpful is a useful example.
Inspirations are reasons to feel included and praised.
Joyful means happiness and laughter.
Kindness comes from our sons and daughters. Perfection is a natural conclusion.
Music is the key to relaxation and movement. Energy is constantly flowing.
Nasty is ugly no matter how it's displayed. Play nice when others refuse to.
Optimistically make decisions, hopefully good over bad.
Politely represent life in a formal description. Summarize all seconds and minutes, which leads to hours, followed by weeks, months and years. Treat them as rewarded achievements.
Quietly pray when times are troubled. God and his Angels will respond to those issues. They're never too busy to answer.
Remove all pain and fill it with sunshine. Best friends will faithfully assist you.
Spectacular will frame that gratification. Cherish and honor forever.
Treat life in general as an ultimate blessing.
Understand that many things aren't pleasant.
Very carefully manifest a plan for changes.
Wondering won't get the job finished.
Xerox your mind with your personal thoughts. Never release words of printed displeasures.
Yearn for desires and appreciate success.
IN SINCERE RECOGNITION----
Zestfully praise your mother for the day you were born. Nurturing beautifully describes her. A flamboyant queen, in a well-deserved kingdom, sitting on her golden throne. Remember her and the person you are. A doubled reflection of the finest creations.
Beauty is everywhere you look if you just take the time and enjoy the ride..
Because it seemed like just yesterday I was too busy to look as I was always running to my car outside..
Now that I have to depend on someone to take me anywhere out of the room that has become my prison I realize..
All of the amazing wonders that surround us of every color, shape, and size..
Inspiration does not have to come from anything particular like a person place or thing..
Instead inspiration can come fron a feeling or from a crisp breeze that makes your heart sing ..
So remember to always accept what you have and never take it for granted again..
You never know when it could all be gone and you can't get time back no matter when..
There are reasons for everything and I believe my fate was predestined for me even though others feel I've been...
Wronged and it's a mistake while others feel that I am deserving and its right ..
I feel it's only for God's eyes to judge my fate and I pray he gives me each additional night..
Just please remember to look around at the beauty of the fall leaves or the sandy beaches with the water with the waves rolling in and out, or the spring blossoms on the bushes and the trees...
Never forget that just breathing in and living this life should make you fall down and pray on bended knees...
For inspiration was built on the hopes and dreams of those that have won and lost their battles as well on individual desire...
All I can hope is that just one of my words brings out a smile, emotion or even a deep down in the belly fire..
For someone else to pull whatever form of art that inspires them to keep up the fight..
I would just like to be a part in that chain so someone may give them a chance like I was given and who knows if it will work, but it just might?
So what do you say about trying to pay inspiration forward to all and keep it going in any way you possibly are able to do?
Who knows that someday the inspiration, however big or small, just may be truly needed by you...
Buffy Sammons 1-2016
Sour Rita is a meter maid
she’s checking car drivers have paid
if you step out of line
she will issue a fine
of Rita drivers are afraid
Her beady eyes dart round the lot
she’s looking for folk who forgot
to pay and display
and it makes her day
to impose a fine like a shot
From fining she’ll never deter
don’t attempt to reason with her -
just zip up your gob
she’s doing her job
next journey arrange a chauffeur!
4/26/19
Paying kindness forward is not hard to do
A kind word , a kind gesture
A sincere compliment
Or a simple “How are you”?
Kindness does not have to cost
It’s within each human being
Just open your eyes and open your heart
Give to another and feel your soul freeing
A simple smile or greeting ,perhaps an offer to help
Or be someone to listen or support
As kindness uplifts another’s soul
All it takes is giving others some thought
If we all could manage an act of kindness
Then paid it forward to another
Perhaps our world would become a better place
Just by showing kindness to all our sisters and brothers!
Pay kindness forward today…..
And from the tree of knowledge, a serpent slid into view
He’d seen it all before, our future he already knew
Moses on some mountain, taking down the tablets god drew
Jesus climbing Calvary, being mocked by fellow Jews
Later history repeats, Galileo scanned the sky
Finds Earth isn’t the centrepiece, gets nailed for asking why
Then Newton made his calculations, watching apples fly
The serpent began nodding, he once gave apples a try
But the overall picture changed, when Einstein measured light
Bending it around stars, real answers warped into sight
His space predictions tied loose ends, causing a major fight
Others found black holes in the theories, they seemed none too bright
Wheelchair bound Hawking figured, but words wouldn’t roll his way
The serpent still hissing, refused to give the game away
Dawkins said god’s a delusion, so there’s no need to pray
Guth papered over cracks, his inflation holds out today
But who is this strange serpent, slithering about the tree
A messenger from our future, or some demigod ET
Charm from my imagination, man’s plain misogyny
Well if you look hard enough earthlings, you may see it’s we!
So there you have my story, blueprints are sketchy indeed
Just like I left out Darwin, because of half truths he freed
What about god, what about god David, who plants our seed
Well like most people, I’ll go searching in my hour of need
By
David Kavanagh
Flogging
as punishment
confessed adultery
the lover pleaded not guilty
- coward
the keys stick when I type,
the ink smudges on cheap paper,
there’s an old man in the corner
laughing through his dentures at my words.
he knows, I know—
it’s all garbage,
all of it.
writing the same worn-out lines,
spinning circles around rent checks
that will barely clear.
this morning, the phone rang,
and I thought it was hope—
turned out to be another
rejection letter in a different voice.
I’m smoking old cigars
that burn the fingers but not the mind,
drinking coffee cold as winter in a can,
wondering how I ended up here,
writing just to keep the lights on.
and that goldfish,
it’s still there—
belly-up in its bowl,
not even a bubble left
to prove it ever lived.
I haven’t flushed it.
I’ll keep it as a reminder,
that we all float for a while
before sinking.
the landlord knocks again,
the ashtray overflows.
Ever take one of those psychological stress quizzes
With one of those psychiatrist
Know-it alls?
Me neither.
Ever gonna?
Me neither.
What would be the point?
Oh, my GAWD! You should be depressed.
Stern look.
I’m not.
Then something is wrong with you.
Thanks.
That will be $150.
You may pay my receptionist on your way out.
That’s it?
Yes, this was your intake session.
I get the receptionist’s phone number on the way out.
We are having coffee so she can tell me more about the
Awful psychiatrist she works for.
I do not feel badly about giving her a
Check that will bounce.
Too small,
for two of us.
Wanting to run away,
I was reluctant to stay here.
Our pay checks did not reach far in those days,
I had a place to rest my head.
Needed more rent money,
please rain dollars.
Too small.