Best Plain As Day Poems
Errors on Putins bungled invasion are beginning to show
As this obscene war progresses, his loss list will grow
He thought rolling in his tanks, it would take but a day
But the west is supporting Ukraine and will make him pay.
The Ukrainians are proud people and will fight to the end
And have sworn allegiance to their country and have vowed to defend
From all walks of life they answered, the rallying call
And unlike the murdering Russian army they stand proud and tall.
Finland and Sweden are now joining NATO after seeing Ukraine
They like all of us have seen reports, of the devastation and pain
If he invades a NATO country he'll invoke article five
And with NATOs firepower he'll be lucky to survive
He's now backed into a corner and should admit defeat
And start withdrawing his army and get them off the street
Thousands are dead because of him , their blood is on his hands
And all because the Ukrainian people didn't bow to his demands.
There are no Nazis in Ukraine only the Russian army
And that is plain as day, as all the civilised world can see
Putin is soulless and dishonorable and suffers no guilt
But one day will pay for his crimes and for Ukraine to be rebuilt.
Written on 11th May 2022
Look into my eyes
what do you see?
The happiness, the joy,
what about the misery?
Can't you see I'm hurting?
The feeling is plain as day.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to say.
Day by day
I hide the pain
behind Blue-Green eyes,
wishing someone somday
will unravel my cheesy disguise.
But not yet,
not today.
My pain ninja
is here to stay.
He locks the door
to all of my secrets.
I smile and laugh
at what cuts me the deepest.
Scared by his blade
at every painful memory.
Kept inside forever
is my well-hidden misery.
To find something that springs to dawning light,
Dazzling in the dark, a diamond in a dusty bowl,
When not really looking, only counting sheep at night
Convert to counting blessings, to cocaine for the soul.
Polished the dreary calcium in the hollow bones,
Driving life through veins laid dormant in complacency,
Our meeting such an architect, laid paths of stepping stones
So obvious, so plain as day, a self-fulfilling certainty.
As if God had blown a kiss and that kiss our dreams had brushed
And caused them knit together as one delicious entity;
Sparks flew, ethereal lasers, bolting painlessly and hushed
Now that we are favoured children in delirious schemes of destiny.
Together we can face re-growth within each others' sphere,
With treasured warmth of love to keep at bay the lonely cold,
I have you and you have me, together we are here
With promises to keep us both, to have and to hold.
Beauty you can't cloak,
Your Kindness as plain as day,
My love, your treasure
My love, have you finally found?
That my steps don't even touch the ground?
My head's always wrapped in fog,
And I'm caught singing to the dog?
It's all because you thrill me.
I chase you around with a crazy hunger,
And in some way feel decades younger,
I sleep smiling big, ear to ear,
My stories are all bouncing with cheer,
Yes, my dear, you thrill me.
You always seem to have on hand,
A seamless, perfect, fail-proof plan,
To launch me past the fat, full moon,
While keeping us in perfect tune,
With just one look, you thrill me.
Just when I regroup my head,
You throw me up onto our bed,
Each move you make so spot on right,
I'm higher than the highest kite,
I'm thrilled, simply thrilled.
I try, oh God you know I do,
To realize that you're mortal too,
But there is simply no disguise,
When you seduce me with those sexy eyes,
You are not from this earth. Not you.
What is this magic that you wield?
No need for any sword or shield,
Your lightning rod and bionic tongue,
Have got me completely good and spun,
Just flat thrilled. Yeah thrilled.
It's not just that hard, delicious bod,
It's not your attitude or your cocky nod,
It's you knowing you've got me wrapped,
I'm helpless, my powers completely zapped,
But mostly I'm just flat out thrilled.
It's not just the fire that you have begun,
It's the intelligent challenge, all the fun,
Of tangling with my male counterpart,
Being wrapped up in your loving heart,
That always seems to thrills me.
What must it be like to really know,
That someone you love adores you so,
That just your energy in my space,
Is enough to light up my whole face?
Plain thrilled.
Your essence is such pure, straight dope,
You charge me up, you give me hope,
Each day I wake up wrapped in you,
Is enough to ensure I'll soar on through,
Because my love, I'm thrilled with you.
Someday when you snarly expire,
And there comes an end to all your fire,
My world will stop spinning and stand still,
And I'll scream out for my ultimate thrill,
For nothing does it for me like you.
On your headstone it will say,
For all to read as plain as day,
The message that for sure must be,
Written down for all to see, simply,
"HE THRILLED ME!"
A cannibal of currency
You’re not yourself anymore.
Became your purse long ago,
Sense of self tied to coins
Of which you’ve never held.
Little man, little man,
where is your home?
The house on this hill
Just an empty shell
Painted like so much canvas.
There for the eyes of your peers
But your peers aren’t your friends
And your friends aren’t around
Tell me please, where did they go?
Little man, little man,
Do you hear the sound?
No one is calling your name
Where did they go
And where are they now
And why aren’t your friends in their homes?
Little man, little man
Do you hear the sound?
They’re making it plain as day.
You ate their income
Ate them of their house and their home.
A cannibal for currency-
Consumed all your friends,
Fat little pig on the hill.
Little man, little man
(You) can no longer ignore the sounds
Of ten thousand mouths
All hungry for you.
You ate their money
But you couldn’t stomach
The pure human spirit inside.
Now they have crawled back,
Out from the ghettos,
Starving and hungry for you.
Forced to eat each other,
You’ve all but raised cannibals,
But this time of flesh and of blood.
Little pig, little pig,
Can you hear the sound,
Or have you become deaf
To your own cries as well?
No one will miss you
You don’t have a home
Your friends became food
A long time ago.
(Die Geld von die Leute Sie Essen gekauft
Sie isst ihr Geld,
Mehr jeden Tag,
Kein Geld fur Essen
Sie isst Sich,
Jagd nach dem Hunger,
Fett kleiner Mann,
Jetzt der Jaeger ist Essen fur jeden Mund
Kleinen Schwein, Kleinen Schwein
Konnen Sie den ton horen?)*
Greasy lip smacks
Sound like ten thousand claps,
The only applause that you’ll ever hear.
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*The absolutely horribly written German stanza (pls halp).
The money of the people bought their food
You ate their money, More every day,
No money for food, They ate themselves,
Hunting the hungry, Fat little man,
Now the hunter is food for every mouth,
Little pig, little pig, Can you hear the sound?
It’s been forever since I spoke any sort of German and it’s fading fast. Sad face.
It was 3 in the morning.
Boldly he sat up in bed !
Carolyn ! Carolyn ! He said- -
I’m dead ! I’m Dead
Sleepily she answered slowly “Why Charles? Why do you think you are dead?’
Because, - - I can see it - - I have a blurb, it’s right here– his hand outstretched about half way with the index finger sort of wobbling in multi direction.
No, Charles, you’re not dead, only dreaming.
Are you sure! Because I can see it- -, plain as day!
Yes, I’m sure – go back to sleep- - -
- - - o. k. - - good.
CATZ
Who thinks they understand cats,
Why they behave as they do?
I don’t know, how ‘bout you?
Why my sly, fickle feline
Demands attention Tuesday
Then, Wednesday, walks away?
Why, most cats are such gourmets.
You think he’ll only like fish,
Always pukes beef in his dish.
So, you splurge, buy fancy feast –
Finest fish and shrimp delight.
That’s right. Puss can’t stand the sight.
Well? He must prefer chicken.
I serve both dark meat and white.
Oh, no! Please, cat, take a bite.
How about expensive toys –
A wind-up mouse, fishing line
You guessed it – a waste of time.
The pretty girl at Petsmart
Says cats like to hideaway,
A box where they’ll love to stray
So, I buy a nice retreat
He sniffs it, then walks away,
Squats on the news, plain as day
I watch as they teach dogs tricks,
Simplest of which is sit!
Puss will do the opposite.
Then that awful accident,
The abominable spray –
Mine does it every day.
Hey, you who understand cats!
If you’re hip, give me your name.
I’m about to go insane!
How can I write
As plain as day
But have no delight
In what you take away
I speak of the sky
A royal blue
You deep fry
My chosen hue
I struggle to say
I'm feeling pain
Your mind goes stray
My efforts are vain
I suffer through words
Bleeding in ink
You naively refer
Without a blink
You drop the ball
When I pitch a winner
A baritone, you call
When it's clearly a tenor
But what is a poet
One generating rhyme?!??
And if the reader did know it
Could it stand the test of time
I believe it should be
Thought provoking
Therefore it's clear to see
Why most are choking
So perhaps it's good
For many to question
To remain misunderstood
In the right direction
from me /
""" Your Enslavement """
""How dare you.""
""Now wipe that look of contentment off of your face.""
""Why aren't you wearing the clown mask you've been ordered?""
""Don’t you think for an instant that you’ll not take your medicine""
"" I’ll guarantee you this much ,that you’ll be raked across the coals and thrashed with a brine soaked strap long before the taste of that warm apple pie has crossed your precious gums""
Do you see it clearly
is it as plain as day
or as dark as night to you now
No one is allowed to be in the middle
there is no such thing as peace and harmony
You are forbidden to be centered
They can’t have it
It won’t be tolerated
You shall be punished for it
Normalcy
It has been abolished
Surrender or be crushed
""There's a good lad, just what every growing boy and girl needs,
down the hatch.""
""Now, give us all a great big smile.""
""Fantastic!””
"" Off you go.""
all the people sing...
Do....do..do..do Da…da..da da De…de..de de don't worry be happy
I once secured a mortgage loan, never noticing the date on the statement.* I was concerned about securing a down payment and an affordable payment.
The interest rate was one to die for, it seemed; and the house was both a steal and a dream.
The steal allowed the house to be affordable, and the dream made it incredibly adorable. .
The four words were right before me as plain as day.
It read, "Last payment due on "The Twelfth Of Never". It was as if I was signing so much of my life away.
When I finally took the time to analyze things, my tight-fitting head became filled with steam;
To-die-for interest rates became a never-dying nightmare of a never ending story, and putting the cart before the horse
in pursuit of a house has brought me far too much worry.
So I bid you beware of deals that look like a steal. Be wise to read the details before you close the deal.
And beware of that God-forbidding 'Twelfth of Never', because it can pain your life for what seems forever.
112420PSCtest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 25 - Rhyme 2, Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: The Twelfth Of Never.5P *Fiction
I shall stand before he and tell him why,
why I broke this man that wish and chose to dye,
my breath had taken him with just a sweet but innocent sye,
fair maiden I love you so,
the heat within my soul is none less but to show,
into the heavens Is where I shall go,
forget the world, just so I let you know
your sweet essence sends me on my way,
has brought darkness to a love that seems just plain as day,
my soul is to burn but only if I may,
from a place that use to seem like home, a place I used to stay,
I remember the days I used to let my head lay,
now it seems the only excuse is , I just don't know what to say.
the wrinkles on your own hands
(no matter how many lotions you have rubbed on them, no
matter how much vitamin e oils, no matter how many
antioxidants you consume---all in the attempt to stall or
at least slow down the process)
glare
up
at
you.
the small mountains rippling along your epidermis, the
glycating process oxidizing everything, the cortisol
produced as your own body’s frantic reaction to the
everyday stressors of your chosen life---all finally add
up---
and there they are,
plain as day---
wrinkles---
those imperfections specific to you alone,
but which you simultaneously share with
every being still breathing---
those marks of age which signal the
beginning of the
end---
depressions,
furrows,
the scrunching & the
shriveling, the
folds & the
crinkling contracted corrugations---
all scream at you in unison
silently, but alas,
deadly still,
that you are mortal &
that if you own a pug or a
shar pei,
it is true what they say about pet owners & their pets
(that they begin to look like one another)---
and it will only increase,
as you both get older---
just do you best to keep your
barking to a minimum when you are
outdoors amongst the rest of
us.
Sitting on top
of the green hill
on a flat rock
where the grass fills
Sonny the Gecko
layed very still
bathing int he sun
at the top of the hill.
Sonny was happy
to lay there all day
she heard a cry for help
interrupting her sun rays.
Where it came from
she did not know.
She heard it again
and knew she must go.
The tiny voice heard
sounded nearby.
Could it be near the hive
where the honey bees fly?
Could it be near the pond
where the frogs hop along?
Could it be near the nest
where the bluebirds sing their song?
Could it be near the river
where the fish all swim?
Could it be near the meadow
where the elephants are not slim?
Could it be near the tree
where the bears scratch their backs?
Could it be near the tall grass
where the lions like to attack?
Could it be near the forest
where the monkeys swing up high?
Could it be near the mountain
where the eagles soar to the sky?
Oh where is it coming from?
I must know now.
I can't wait any longer.
How upsetting, oh how.
Just then she heard
from right below her
the small voice from before
of that she was sure.
The helpless voice
sounded again
the pleas for help
so Sonny began.
She went to all the places
she thought the cries had come
but left them all sad
and went on home.
Back on the rock
Sonny sat thinking
all about the thing
she was to be helping.
She knows she heard it
plain as day
then she heard it again
saying "I want to play."
Sonny looked down
right between her feet.
There stood a small mouse
holding up treats.
"Help me up." cried the mouse
"I'm too small to climb."
So Sonny reached down
how was she so blind.
"I've been looking for help
so I won't be stuck
to get on this big rock
and now I'm in luck."
Together they sat
on the rock in the sun
eating cookies and sweets
and having some fun.
What a wonderful day
it turned out to be
for a small field mouse
and a gecko named Sonny.
its never too late,
the sacrifice is small,
I remember that feeling...
being backed up to the wall.
The road your on,
will split in half,
you know in your heart,
there is only one path.
One is white,
the other, shades of gray,
and the one that is better,
is lit plain as day.
Yet you stop in your tracks,
confusion grips your heart,
your pulled to the gray...
and your life falls apart.
These gray paths you see,
all lead to one place,
if you say on them till the end,
you'll look death in the face.
But its never too late,
the sacrifice is small,
the little white path,
leads to Heaven and All.
Just give Him your love,
He always had your back,
that's all that it takes,
to get back on track.