Best Petro Poems
If I do not trust my wisdom
then I have earned nothing,learned nothing,loved nothing, become nothing,
I would be a random phantom,a struggle absent triumph to fathom,
just a creature chasing feelings, ignorant of meaning,
would be like disbelieving my birth
underestimating my worth
searching for mirth
in spoiled earth,
As a Mother never leaves the bones of her babe
Wisdom remains the Warchief of my warcraft, Defender of my Dignity,
when born, naked, bloodied, a new face in an old world, a new dream in an old scream
Wisdom was there to share the air, the steward of my soul and shadow, reason's blade,
guardian of flesh and frequency, It'll be present when final breath farewells me,
Wisdom's warfare is figured yet fanatical,dreaded and unseen,
I will not allow anything to invalidate my wisdom, no threat or doubt of strangers,
humans exist to fight, many to exploit the labor and hearts of their neighbors,
all God's animals fight to survive, but we fight for wants and principles as well,
I war not to live longest, I battle to believe in the value of my death, my spirit not to sell,
Wisdom has nourished my motivations as blood nutures the organs
encouraging me to love life today, not tomorrow,
that I should fear not the cruel for they are truly the weak and poor,
that I am worth more than the Petro Dollar, Euro and Yuan,
that Art is my religion and creativity my life,
reminding that to teach is to live and to live is to lead,
that happiness happens steady when you like who you are,
to be mean spirited is to be despirited,
that lies live when our truths appear terror,
Wisdom taught me to be more a conissuer of soul than of body,
that as a champion I should keep relics of my losses as well as of my victories,
that we learn nothing of significance by being right,
that love is never wrong,
that in times of victory be merciful, in moments of defeat be indomitable,
that I am Free as I am Forever,
gave me the motto,
long damn day, good damn day -
J.A.B.
Categories:
petro, wisdom,
Form:
Didactic
Realization & The World Religions
Christianity
Petro—Peter means stone
Jesus made a pun:
Upon this stone I build my church
Unto you I give the keys to the Kingdom
Hence Peter—The First Pope
Jesus “He is my Rock and Salvation”
Judaism
The Mitzvah—God blesses every good deed
The Buddha
sits under a bode tree,
Surrounded by swirling forces of greed,
temptation, and evil intent
Desires which are the source of all suffering
Through meditation he extinguishes these desires
like he would a fire
What remains is the pure,
ecstatic bliss of endless, inextinguishable love
Krishna’s Dance
represents the lifeforce constant change and flux
The vital, joyous force,
casting off our collective part of painful illusion,
and sweeping us ever onward in an endless, journey—Nirvana
Islam
Allah—The One and only God—Allah is good
Muslims worship the God of Noah, Abraham,
Moses, David and Jesus
Peace be upon them all.
However, it is certainly true that Jews,
Christians and Muslims
all have different concepts of
Almighty God
Realization
From my deepest self I reveal
an emotional rapture of the combined sacred oneness
Enamored in love is how I truly feel
note: Monotheistic religion starts at the core wherein one
God created the world and its people because He loved them!
Polytheistic religions also have love at their core.
AD 60 or 70 first known Christian writings
1600's Christian Bible, King James time
Before that Pagan Nature Worship
Categories:
petro, religion, spiritual, world,
Form:
Free verse
Copyright 204 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
IF LIFE were only played out on a RACE TRACK,
WHICH CAR would you choose…BUGATTI, FERRA)RI…or an…easy DEATH,
CAN IT be so simple…THAT YOU never KNEW ME to be ANY…THING,
FOOL…YOUR TIMES UP…AND I’M coming UP…I’M COMING UP!
YOUR HEAD’S full of PROBLEMS…while I was…PLAYING MY OWN GAME,
You NEVER knew it…NEVER KNEW IT…while I was PLAYING MY OWN GAME,
And I’M coming UP…I’M COMING UP,
FOOLS that you were…I’M coming UP…I’M COMING UP!
CHORUS:
DIAMONDS, jewels, and FURS…WERE ALL YOU KNEW,
TIN CANS and sodas…were all I ever knew,
And I’M coming UP…I’M COMING UP,
In a FLASH of red, yellow, blue, and green,
And a checkered yellow flag…TO MY OWN NAME…TO MY VERY OWN NAME!
And IF…in my FINAL race…it ENDS in a TORTURED FLAME,
I was beautiful…AT LAST…AT LEAST…in my very OWN NAME...AT LEAST in name!
FLASHING round the track…JERKING all the same,
YOU…were coming up…YOU WERE COMING UP,
HUMPING YOUR OWN ASS…was the blue Bugatti…that I ALONE DROVE,
And I TORE on the PETRO [GAS]…I TORE ON THE PETRO [GAS],
In TIME…the checkered yellow flag…was ONLY MINE…ONLY MINE,
Bubbles, BAUBLES, and furs…were ONLY MINE…they were ONLY MINE,
And the scarred horror of my FINAL CRASH…and the press that BURNED MY VERY OWN BONES,
To them I was beautiful, and I WAS…and I WAS…BEAUTIFUL at last, BEAUTIFUL at last!
Categories:
petro, adventure, anger, car, celebration,
Form:
Ballad
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
If life were only played out on a race track,
Which car would you choose…Bugatti, Ferrari…or an easy death?
Can it be so simple…that you never knew, never knew me to be any…thing?
Fool…your times up…and I’m coming up…I’m coming up!
Your head’s full of problems…while I was…playing my own game!
You never knew it…never knew it…while I was playing my own game!
And I’m coming up…I’m coming up!
Fools that you were…I’m coming up…I’m coming up!
Diamonds, jewels and furs…were all you knew!
Tin cans and sodas…were all I ever knew!
And I’m coming up…I’m coming up!
In a flash of red, yellow, blue and green!
And a checkered yellow flag…to my own name…to my very own name!
And if…in my final race…it ends in a tortured flame!
I was beautiful…at last…at least…in my very own name…at least in name!
Flashing round the track…jerking all the same!
You…were coming up…you were coming up!
Humping your own ass…was the blue Bugatti…that I alone drove!
And I tore on the petro [gas]…I tore on the petro [gas]!
In time…the checkered yellow flag was only mine…only mine!
Bubbles, baubles and furs…were only mine…they were only mine!
And the scarred horror of my final crash…and the press that burned my very own bones!
To them I was beautiful…and I was beautiful…beautiful at last…at least beautiful!
As the pendulum swung at ‘haf mast…you laughed!
As my embers burned…it was my past!
You knew I died…but you lied!
‘Cuz I alone survived…as you all died!
In time...the world...surrendered...to my past...to last!
Now I...alone...am the last...the...very...last!
A Bugatti...alone...at last...a...distant...past...you were...too fast!
Now...I...alone...will forver...last...a distant past...to...live...forever...and...to last!
Categories:
petro, adventure, anger, beautiful, betrayal,
Form:
Ballad
i look at these gas prices today
and they make it hard to laugh
when 10 dollars gets me a quater tank
but 20 wont get me half
so all my other expenses i have
i must put off to the last
after running around paying other bills
once again i'm out of gas
therefore i pull into the station
where i dam near faint
when i see that 20 dollars
only puts 5 gallons in my tank
i need to start riding a bike
but i have too far to go
so i end up staying home alot
cause i cant afford the petro
i remember when gas was 94 cent
back then we were really spoiled
now it doesnt make any sense
the price they put on oil
why could'nt i have been an oil tycoon
or an arabian king
then the last thing i would worry about
is the price of gasoline
as for now i think that electric car
has found itself a new fan
for this is the last time you see me
walking !! with that damn gas can
Categories:
petro, adventure, funny, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Why yes, I dated Taylor Swift
And no, she didn't write a song on it
I'm not quite sure what that means
Unless it is she still likes me
That might be the explanation why
I catch her out of the corner of my eye
It makes perfect sense now I believe
That Taylor Swift is stalking me
When she found out that I like to rock
She went straight from Country into Pop
Any country bumpkin can plainly see
That Taylor still has eyes for me
When I'm out shopping at the Grocery store
And I catch her sneaking down isle 4
Taylor girl you can't fool me
Your not only here for the Pickled Beets
The other day my car dinged low on fuel
So I pulled in for Petro and to check the oil
You'll never guess who's pumping gas
Do you really even need to ask
And when it is I'm home alone
There's that ring of the late night call
With heavy breathing on the end of the phone
To the tune of Shake It Off
I'm a bit more worried than I am flattered
She seems these days Mad as a Hatter
Who after all this would not believe
That Taylor Swift is stalking me
Categories:
petro, funny, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Words forming stories on my mind-canvas…
The written words, letters drawn upon a page are, power;
a force to be celebrated and dreaded.
The images of the artist;
words paint profound stories within paintings.
Communication illustrated to teach;
from these seeds we all grow.
Words sketched with pen and brush can move mountains, change a life or heal;
the Cadillac of tools for those who see and
know how to utilize them in any situation.
They are universally, multilingual.
Words initiate communication,
interaction is vital to the survival of all species.
Symbols, images, a glance or gesture are
all forms of word-art; cosmic graffiti.
Words bond and obliterate,
evoke emotion and soothe the soul.
Words are invaluable allies and formidable enemies;
both the life-of-the-party and a safe place to hide.
Memoirs, adventures, challenges,
hopes and dreams are all shared by words.
Stories and tales experienced by
writer and reader alike.
The ultimate superheroes
enabling their creators with the power to
change the world or an entire universe.
These inter-dimensional characters
tumble from pen and brush to the page.
When read out loud or spoken they serve as
transformational powers.
This trans-formative cosmic dust,
a sacred gift used by rich and poor, alike.
Uniform cuneiform's, precious petro glyphs and
hybrid hieroglyphs
paint eons of growth and wisdom.
The human condition at-a-glance,
making a vibrantly painted record of life.
4-11-2021
ALL YOURS (APR11) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Categories:
petro, poems, poetry, words, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Oil Man
Japan Daria died for the job he loved. How many of us can say that? Not many. He worked in the petro-chemical industry. His dream career was cut short one awful day. He died inside an 'oil' storage tank, an above ground metallic cylinder. Did he fall in or was he cleaning it? No one knows. His body is still there, in the tank, today. His dear fiancée placed a memorial sign on the tank, Japan's tank. I filled his boots but I don't want to die in them, thank you very much. I've shook his hand. When I open the tap to get fuel, out popped his hand! All preserved and leathery. Such miraculous qualities of oil and fuel. It won't bring him back to life but pauses time. Japan is now my working companion, my buddy. I talk to him. He tells me faster but safe ways to do the job. Will he look over me? Be my guardian angel on the oil site? His spirit ventures with me everywhere. We're inseparable and both love oil.
Categories:
petro, death, horror, memory, men,
Form:
Free verse
Words forming stories on my mind-canvas…
The written words, letters drawn upon a page are, power;
a force to be celebrated and dreaded.
The images of the artist;
words paint profound stories within paintings.
Communication illustrated to teach;
from these seeds we all grow.
Words sketched with pen and brush can move mountains, change a life or heal; the Cadillac of tools for those who see and
know how to utilize them in any situation.
They are universally, multilingual.
Words initiate communication,
interaction is vital to the survival of all species.
Symbols, images, a glance or gesture are
all forms of word-art; cosmic graffiti.
Words bond and obliterate,
evoke emotion and soothe the soul.
Words are invaluable allies and formidable enemies;
both the life-of-the-party and a safe place to hide.
Memoirs, adventures, challenges,
hopes and dreams are all shared by words.
Stories and tales experienced by
writer and reader alike.
The ultimate superheroes
enabling their creators with the power to
change the world or an entire universe.
These inter-dimensional characters
tumble from pen and brush to the page.
When read out loud or spoken they serve as
transformational powers.
This transformative cosmic dust,
a sacred gift used by rich and poor, alike.
Uniform cuneiforms, precious petro glyphs and
hybrid hieroglyphs paint eons of growth and wisdom.
The human condition at-a-glance,
making a vibrantly painted record of life.
5-4-2021
FINAL 2021 N-A Choice 3 Poetry Contest
William Kekaula
Categories:
petro, poems, poetry, words, writing,
Form:
Free verse
I OPENED A DOOR
TO A INTERESTING SCENE.
CORPORATE DEALINGS
IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
MAYBE A CONSPIRACY
SOMETHING ABOUT LAND
HAVING CONTROL
AND WIELDING COMMANDS
PETRO AND DIAMONDS
SILVER AND GOLD.
FORCING OTHERS
TO DO WHAT THEY'RE TOLD.
WORK THEM TO DEATH
IT'S TRULY INSANE.
MAKES ME FEEL
I'M THE GOD IN THIS GAME.
THEY SPOKE ABOUT CONTROL
OVER POPULATION.
THEY LAUGHED AND JOKED
ABOUT INCINERATION
A GIFT TO THE GODS
FOR OUR MODIFICATIONS.
AS THEY RAISED THEIR GLASSES
TO ONE GREAT NATION.
NO NEED FOR MONEY
FEED TO THE PEASANTS.
I LIKE WATCHING THEM SQUIRM
WHEN THEY STAND IN MY PRESENCE
THEY LAUGHED AND WALKED
TO ANOTHER LOCATION.
THEY REJOINED THEY'RE GROUP
WHO REPRESENT NATIONS.
THEY WERE MET WITH CHEERS
OR SHALL I SAY ROAR.
PASSING THE HALL
AND OUT ON TO THE FLOOR.
THESE WERE THE GENERALS
THE GUYS RUNNING THE SHOW.
YOU DO AS THEY TELL YOU.
THERE'S NO NEED TO KNOW.
DIAMOND CRUSTED
STATUES OF GOLD.
SHORT AND TALL
YOUNG AND OLD.
THOSE ARE THE DONORS.
THEY LIVE THE DREAMS.
THEY PAY THE GENERALS
TO HAVE THEIR OWN TEAMS.
THEY MAKE THE RULES
TO PROTECT THEM FROM YOU.
THE GENERALS HAVE TEAMS
TO DO WHAT THEY DO.
THIS WAS A WORLD
OF HAVES AND HAVE NOTS
ALL OF THE ORDERS
CAME DOWN FROM THE TOP
THIS IS A WORLD
WHERE FREEDOM'S NOT FREE
ALL THAT YOU HAVE
IS WHAT YOU BELIEVE.
Michael E. Harris
02092021
Categories:
petro, culture, humanity, identity, imagery,
Form:
Narrative
Brazil, Brazil...
It's no only Pele, coffee,
or wonder beans...
It's not true that you are
only that ...
It's not just corruption...
Just interjection, exclamations
and ions... Petro oil and
Monthly. wage.. too...!
you are water and car wash...!
But, oh mother, you are further more than that...!
You are a manly country... and
a child of yours does not runs away
to fight... fight BRAZIL...!
Categories:
petro, allegory, allusion, analogy, appreciation,
Form:
Political Verse
What if you painted the perfect artwork
Surrounded by the bones
of those who could not look away
Rigid contours of gouache causing
dips and meanders
flattered shadow
bathe in the mellow
Rhythms of reds and yellows
Splintered petro veins
Splayed skyward
Shaken by the shame of
hues embalmed
in blacks frame
Capturing the false
Miss the noise
Given choice
Turn away
Look through framed window
Beauty of the never still day
Categories:
petro, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Varnished Tech Titans
Tattered totems tarnished
Viral tribal bible spiral
Tainted talismans taunted
Cash cows flaunted
Gerontocracy trumps democracy
Theocracy stumps hypocrisy
Autocracy dumps diplomacy
Haunted schism prism
Vaunted Fat Cats
Enigma?…just
Dogma & Stigma
Tit for Tats
Martian Martial law
Doff your hats
To techno-*wats
And petro-*rats
Deplore or Encore?
Poor Planet in flux
All about the bucks
Ersatz Fat Cats
Well More is More!
Categories:
petro, international, technology,
Form:
Free verse
Planet in flux…it sucks
No refuge..Scrooge rules..
Stooges subterfuge deluge..
Fossil fuel fools..
Poleaxes..then relaxes…
As the earth burns..
As it turns..on its axis..
***************
Us schmucks battling....
Puzzling...prattling clucks...
Aloof to proof....daft defiance..
Shucks the sleuth of science..
**************
Glower at their ivory tower..
Cruise ship trip fillip..
Dour baby boomer power..
******
Absurd herd..cans compliance
Uncouth trampling truth..
Nip & tucks alliance..
Mottled rucks…throttled petro bucks...
Plucks for retro reliance..
*******
Muzzling…weasel hatchets meddling...
Diesel guzzling trucks..
Saluting high falutin polluting
Pander to propaganda pedaling..
Ratchets up our dander…
Open the ruddy window!
Have a bloody gander!
Categories:
petro, nature, planet, pollution,
Form:
Free verse