Best Payed Poems
Life and cigarettes burn to fast.
We waste are time.
So within the moment you bask.
A pretty face has to age.
Every story meets it's final page.
When life breaks you over its cost.
Then you'll sing a lullaby to the lost.
The lights in the street hide all but the truth my
dear.
You can act.
But you can never mask your fear.
In dark rooms you sell all but your soul.
A wicked moment a stolen encounter.
All things take there toll.
That sweet face has tuirned hard your so warm
to be cold.
A secret that the bitter have already told.
Can you wash away there stench as from
the past you are tossed.
In dark corners blood stained angles
sing a lullaby to the lost.
Is this hell or a nightmare that knows no end.
A cell to most.
To others the only refuge inwhich they
can depend.
she falls to the floor a lost look needle
in arm.
Most will rememeber a doomed fool.
Others her wreckless charm.
She was a junkie and a easy lay.
More bones are broken.
Over words others say.
She sold flesh but payed the ultimate
cost.
In a dingy corner of th world.
Were the angles sing a lullaby to the lost.
battle of the sexes
~~MONA LISA SMILE
Picture Oil painting worthwhile
Leonardo DA Vinci, look out!
What is she really smiling about?
(((The popularity of the Mona Lisa increased in the mid 19th century
because of the Symbolist movement. The painting was thought to
encompass a sort of feminine mystique.)))
~~JAMES EARL JONES
His award winning voice, rough like stones
Darth Vader, Mufasa, stuttering jubilee
When I die can he be the one narrating my eulogy?
(((I love James, I'm a star wars freak... <--- yup that's me)))
~~SADDAM AND BIN LADEN
Were very bad, bad men
Causing chaos throughout America & Afghanistan,
HATERS OF THE USA: they should be called the Arab ku klux klan
(((Occupation: Terrorist~ makes me wonder if they went to the same school.)))
~~ADOLF HITLER
The world worse killer
Commander of the oxymoron Nazi
Losing at his own game of Yahtzee
(((The Most Hated Murderer of all time)))
~~YOUNG ANNE FRANK
Her diary worth more than any bank
Famous Jewish victims of the Holocaust
Her legacy teaches that hate is an exhaust
(((Anne Frank's diary remains one of the most moving and widely read
accounts of the Jewish experience during the Holocaust.)))
~~JOAN OF ARC
Angel in an era so dark
an epic hundred year war
her visions is what she payed for.
(((Joan of Arc, also called the Maid of Orleans, a patron saint of France
and a national heroine, led the resistance to the English invasion.)))
~~BB KING
Can really sing
Stand by me...
But, can he sting like a bee
(((BB KING~ could not help but wonder if he was a lover and a fighter.)))
~~LADY GAGA
Is no piano sonata,
Madonna wannabe, is she.
Watching her videos make me laugh till I pee.
(((Lady Gaga is Unique as can be!)))
by;p.d.
for battle of the clerihew
Beneath the fathom’s deep, in wreckage’s graveyard
Of the forgotten, here the broken bones of ships lie still,
Covered in a forest of seaweeds greenery.
Corrosion steel hauls ripped wide open, lay against ancient
Wooden beams from vessels voyages, of long ages distant past.
Faded names, render no clues reference, for the maritime detective.
But tragedies lost vessels, did ride upon the frothy foam,
And spray above, sailing the big blues timeless tides.
Nay Poseidon's toll ti’s payed in sailors flesh, melting
Humanities dreams beneath his drowning waves.
Beauties fare, and proud are they, the crippled,
Swallowed whole by the aquatic storms avenging rage.
Mercy's mere-angels weep thus, for the mortal souls lost,
Guiding them towards their spiritual resting place below,
And welcoming them unto their fathers kingdom beneath,
The abysses darkening depths.
Torn asunder is mankind's well hued craft, shattered
Into bits pieces, large to small, a glittering shards
Rain of destruction. crashing into the muddy bottom,
Of the under belly of the sea itself.
Deaf are the silent cry's of men, whom leave only
Bubbles streaming upwards, as their last epitaphs
Tribute for thy existence.
The devil's gardens, swim these black waters,
Turning them crimson red, sharp toothed monsters,
Feasting upon carrion discarded left overs.
Dark figures, phantom creatures, lurking just below,
The briny surface, awaiting for the Poseidon’s next victim,
To join the graveyard of ships.
Faded are their names, forgotten titles, as the paint
Peels, on the once majestic vessels.
Now they remain wreckage’s ruins, abandon to the
Mercy of erosion masterful hand of destruction.
Hear the sounding clanging of bells, whom ring in
Silences of troubled waters abode, it is the cracking
Of doom, beware thy young lad, he whom seeks fortunes
Favor abroad, for only fools test the might of the sea,
Against thy own grit and survive.
Thus thee shed a tear for the fallen, dear lad,
For no other will on the dead’s behalf, in thine
Cemetery of the graveyard of ships. no passages
Return tickets are given.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
SPIRITUAL-HISTORICAL
02-03-2914
You'd think by now companies would have seen the light
And stopped trading in Russia and doing what is right
But many big companies are still there, raking it in
Indirectly funding that war mongerer Vladimar Putin.
See the list of companies above and remember a name
How the hell do they sleep at night, have they no shame ?
Their profits are being payed with Ukrainian blood
Bodies of innocent people lying dead, in snow and mud.
Russians are cowards, man to man they won't fight
And fire missiles indiscriminately at everything in sight
A sign of sheer desperation by an evil Russian despot
But Ukraine is fighting back with everything they've got.
Written 10th March 2022
The bees buzzed as they always did
and storms receded.
Silence hushed itself inside a shell.
Jackrabbits hopped away from hell
still intoxicated.
The village swarmed with threats.
Honest men could no longer
make their way. Poets payed
their debts for being who they were;
blessed, and afraid.
Wives bled, chasing phantoms in the
snow. "Art's no consolation."
Husbands crept along their spikes
of faithlessness. Rabbits left.
High in space their conscience burrows.
He drags along his skinny guest;
terrific, bleeding & uncouth.
Mercy equates with Obesity -
"Let me bulge and burst my longing!
Make me fatter than the fattest Truth."
A woman yelps, "I like a good romantic"
and so she laughs and feigns forget.
"Be like the constant nights of snow."
But when the orchards raze themselves to bone -
he pays attention to her neglect.
Ponies stall. Apollo's thief was
phony. Hope is tall and all his
hollow follies, "Entertain the queen!"
somehow like a burning house afloat
with sediment & gasoline.
_"Is all my life in vain? The puppets
with their masquerading calls -
do they see me, twisting nettle,
knucklecutted at midnight, precious,
unseen like a fete with no stall?"_
"Ah, but you've met in Life's divining mirror
the very ladder of your beauty's fall.
Yet still in abstinence, still in nothingness
along the ridge of this exquisite loneliness -
crawl."
It was a dark and stormy night.
Outside the clouds hid pale moon's light.
The wind howled wild around the eaves,
Blowing loose the last Fall leaves.
The rain began to batter hard,
Against my nighted window pane,
And as I gazed into the night,
Something scurried through the rain.
What could it be on such a night,
That hurried through the gale to door?
It flitted quickly past my sight,
Seemed but a shadow, nothing more.
Stopping just inside the shed,
Furtively it turned it's head,
Then disappeared into the dark,
And I returned unto the hearth.
What huddled there inside my shed?
The very thought filled me with dread.
I grabbed my coat, I had to know,
What's hiding there all filled with woe.
Raincoat hood pulled way down tight,
I rushed to see what was it's plight.
There in the darkened cold she lay,
With tiny kittens of just one day.
I gathered them into my arms,
And brought them in where they'd be warm.
This could be their forever home,
For this old witch is all alone.
No one ever ventures near,
For it's me that they all fear;
But I've not harmed a single soul,
I'm just ugly and bent and crippled and old.
Like you I'm abandoned, I've been cast out,
And no one payed heed to my cries or shouts;
So we will be a family,
Just you and me and kittens three.
Waking up that day with a silent scream
while feeling a sense of dread,
having dreamt about a sanitary landfill
and the living dead,
And later driving on the parkway
to my small crowded cafe,
ordered some jumbo shrimp
which I more or less ate,
Looking around noticed some
people who acted legally drunk,
as I tried to act naturally trying
not to stare at the slovenly punks,
I kinda sorta finished my meal
and out loud said good grief,
payed the exorbitant price and
went to the bathroom for some relief,
And feeling pretty ugly like an albatross,
while in there applied a little lipstick gloss;
and while leaving felt like I committed some crime,
hoping next time I'll notice the proper bathroom sign,
Then drove home and
parked in my driveway,
waved at my resident alien
across the street way,
Walking in my house I
found missing my sock,
my passive aggressive husband
between a hard place and a rock,
Showing me an exact estimate
which he got for our roof,
I said I got the same difference
which he clearly misunderstood,
And finally before retiring,
listened to some soft rock,
holding onto my genuine imitation
of my now found once lost sock.
It was early April and his day was just to begin
Fresh from tears he rose to his feet
The morning mist sprinkled a chill down his back, again she would fail
As in his vision nothing stood between
Hard, trying to fit
Always in sight fo what was to come his way
Many hearts came to judge
But he stood still with a dream to find his real love
In a quest he took off
Cast after cast he bit
Never understanding why so many fell
His heart grew big, and golden to his chest
Elegance for he wanted to be
Flowers he brougth her, only to see the world was real
How many kisses could one steal
Yet the kiss he yearned for the most he never got
A joy to prentend
Another heart to amend
Who would call to his joy
An angel?
He stood to his moon
His hope of a better place, alone
No one came, he wept the night away into dusk
Falling lower and lower
Breathing only to live, he saw nothing ahead
A dead end, a narrow path
Again Romeo was in his mind to chant in romance
To speak of love the way no one else could
He found a medium of self-fulfilment
And he went on to speak of love
Many whom payed audience saw the talent that walked on his verse
Many too did doubt, but he went on
A boy, longing to be a man
Love took him by surprise
He was a boy inside
Where has my baby gone
It’s been far too long
That my Micheal’s has gone away
He’s left one day, oh, he went far away
Far away, far away
Gone away
Mother’s baby boy;
Has gone away yea, oh
Where has he gone
Been looking for him for so long
Far way, far away
Gone away
Mother’s baby boy
Where has he gone
Gone today, yea, yeah
Yesterday ooh, ooh yea
Castaway far away gone away run ran away he’s gone astray
Mother’s baby boy;
Has gone away yea, oh
Where has he gone
Been looking for him for so long
Far way, far away
Gone away
Mother’s baby boy
Where has he gone
Love has been denied
I stood by the riverside
I had payed the price
I suffered long and sacrifice
Oh my heart had lived twice
Pump, pump, pump beats my heart
He’s gone away
He was my baby grown up
He left one day
He went far away
Mother’s baby boy;
Has gone away yea, oh
Where has he gone
Been looking for him for so long
Far way, far away
Gone away
Mother’s baby boy
Where has he gone
Gone today, yea, yeah
Yesterday ooh, ooh yea
Castaway far away gone away run ran away he’s gone astray
Gone away
5/13/70
Written words & Arranged music by James Edward Lee 1970, 2019 ©
From the NORTH HIGH SCHOOL short story play Mother's Baby Boy
In a dark room music plays with a slow beat,
the neon lights make you white panties and bra look like a street.
You move your body slowly and so sexy to the music,
while i look at you threw the darkness of the room set.
A big silver gun on my hip and a mountain of coke on the table,
and nothing can distract me from the beauty i see dancing so stable.
Your every move hypnotizes me,
I think I am going blind cause i am beginning not to see.
I look at your hair how it waves there so perfectly,
your legs move just like i want them to, so delicately.
You touch your breasts and you hold your but,
you give me that look in your eyes like your not wanting to stop.
You unbutton your bra and cover your breasts with your palms,
the music dies down a little and calms.
You walk up to me and than music begins to play,
that's when you start moving your body on top of me and asking me to stay.
You kiss my ear and rub my legs,
your breast rub against my inner pains.
You feel me harder than a rock,
than you decide to grind my cock.
Your body moves so sexy and slowly to the music that i played,
my body is shaking from all the excitement that is payed.
You go in for the big finish, and i tell you to get back up,
cause a lady like you should do all that kind of crap.
Be with me, be with a BOSS,
Who cares if the people i killed ever took a loss.
Dedicated to all the woman of the world.
PS: You are not trash, you are not ......... you are precious jewels. Stay that way ladies. I love you all.
Jesus is the greatest
There's no man greater It’s a fact
You cant deny he change the world, he made an impact
He is the past, present and future
There's never been a greater teacher
Its dedicated to the man himself who knows right from wrong
Admittedly I was a lost sheep until he came and knocked
It was a long talk but by the end I was a changed man
Its safe to say now I'm a fan of the man
But he is not just a man but a living god
His name lives on forever
I cant help but wonder still to this day I cant believe
How he was deceived
He payed a hefty fee for me
He suffered for my sins, three days later he was resurrected
Regrettably sometimes I took it for granted
I just hope he is not offended cos I never really meant it
He will come again to judge the world in his glory
that’s how the last chapter ended
Jesus is the greatest
Jesus is the greatest
Jesus is the greatest
What I would give to see him in his glory days
Gave a man sight using only his spit and clay, that’s not the only miracle
He gave the world hope he touched the hearts of many people
Showed us were all made in his own image one and equal
Taught us to forgive and turn the other cheek
But I must confess at first it was hard to believe
How can someone that was heavily deceived
Was able to turn the other cheek
I had doubt in my mind about how he was conceived
I needed answers, was he the real messiah or a liar?
I turned to the scriptures, I turned to Isaiah
He predicted the lord would walk up on this earth again
He would bring with him the heavenly fire
This gave me hope when my back was against the ropes
I tried to be tough but I without him I wasnt strong enough
I guess he was always with me, i never did this alone
I cant stress it enough but I will say it again
Jesus is the greatest
Jesus is the greatest
Jesus is the greatest
I wake to heartache each day of my life
It’s been the same since I was a child
No father figure that I recall
Just the abuse and the drunken brawls
I just wish that I could change it all
Back the way I want it to be
Just me and mum and my sisters too
Here I lay no place to call home
Sick of coming down all alone
I need a fix my aching bones
Yea!!! One big happy family
Back the way it should have been
Just me and mum and my sisters too
My home today is six by four
Bars all around and a lock on the door
Do as you’re told every single day
Cause if you don’t there’s hell to be payed
I just wish that I could change it all
Back the way I want it to be
Just me and mum and my sisters too
I’m not to proud of the road I walk
Hurt to many people the way I live
It’s time for me to be a man
Yes it’s time for my little man
Yes It’s time for him to have a dad
It’s time to be there for my little man
It’s time for me to be a man
Yes it’s time for my little man
Yes It’s time for him to have a dad
It’s time to be there for my little man
Yea!!! One big happy family
Back the way it should have been
Just me and mum and my sisters too
Sea the wight-capped waives rolling inn the see;
here the howling wynds, wile I’m standing hear,
whale and forme hi waives. Theirs eh jumping wail-
tale upp inn the ayre! This should make gneiss tail
two tel wen eye get holm. Butt now theirs too
blew wales inn wiaves- there water spouts just blue!
Whether getting worse, kneed two sea weather
it's my thyme too lieve since wynd now blows it’s
grate, whiled sounds awl across the see, witch great
allowed and shriek. Could bee, I’m knot aloud
write hear two stay- dew knot want gnus too right,
“Sum man fell inn the see and payed the some
witch cost his life from storms angry whiled which.”
Week legs mite make mi sync and fall; eh weak
wood pass before they fined mi with eh would
bored inn my grippe from roe boat beet and board
bye waives and whild wynds that kame and flue buy.
Eye no, its thyme too lieve, cum back wen aye
cee com, and eye can stay eh wile two sea
wails jump inn waives without the wynd’s whiled whales.
April 7, 2015
~2nd Place~
Contest: Only Homo’s Allowed
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
Judged: 04/30/2015
(Homophones)
I never get tired of being on fire for Christ.
Let hell turn to ice.
The second coming is close.
Your an eternity away from being toast.
The teer from your eye is a light year into life.
Just don't use a knife.
Christ payed the price.
You don't need to shed blood.
You'll hear a thud.
You mean something.
Eat a green bean.
Your life is worth it.
You'll regret it.
This world is mean but if your clean you will be in paradise.
Christ was sacrafised so we can be pure.
Its very cruel how this world works.
The American dream is God's team.
The winning team.
Angels are all around you.
You wear wranglers like Brett farve the Jet carve.
Or Dale on the rail at Daytona.
Like Jonah who got eaten by the whale he probably heard a bell.
Sins are thrown into bins to get recycled.
Everyone is entitled.
Pray for another day.
Pray for a high way.
Pray for a blue jay.
Give your life to Christ you won't be sliced.
You'll spend entirety with God and you may get a hot rod.
Angels fly.
We can see the sky.
Its very high.
We have love from heaven above.
Though you run, you cannot hide, I know your heart and thoughts and I'll go where
er'e you go; no matter where it be...
I've payed the price that saved your soul and claimed you forever mine,
now continue the last mile of the way.
You may not understand when in your way a mountain rises or a cloud decends
upon you your soul, but my promise I've given you...
Every mountain I will move and every cloud I will bid depart,
now continue the last mile of the way.
You may take a detour along your journey below, you may fall and turn away but
know I have saved you...
I am your God and you are my Child, together we shall walk hand in hand,
now continue the last mile of the way.
(c) March 23, 2006 Rosemarie Schrock