Best Planed Poems
Predator drone recording:- 6.00am
The dawn sky dramatic
Multi-coloured in rainbow array
Mutating flares of crimson reds
One portent Wednesday.
Overhead the predator drone motionless
Metallic silver it's planed wings
and tip pointed nose
Alarming to view it's presence
Though reassuring to see it remain
As alien activity increases
In newsworthy reports of the same
Covert surveillance monitoring
Is commonly known
Also equipped with combative technology
Has this futuristic drone
The troubled nations looked skywards
From parliament offices, homes and schools
No communication has been received or ventured
As a stalemate seems to prevail
At 6.30 pm on Thursday
A bombardment of ferocious intensity
Annihilated a mountain range
Within 30 seconds as dust cleared
The landscape now had changed
Once where there were mountains
Only a rising mushroom cloud
Panic was endemic
As satellite news worldwide spread.
Communities in the vicinity
Had collapsing buildings
and the people laying injured or dead.
Countless areas were targeted
Cities razed to the ground
People as headless chickens
Madness crazed were hunted down.
Total annihilation of the human race
Was the aliens only goal
Governments faltered and fell
Young destined to never grow old.
The authoritarian levels of society
In bunkers down did go
As the skyscrapers monopolise
stood as gravestones over the
crowded inhabitants below.
No help could be alerted
from the defence forces,
ambulance or police
People decided to die in their homes
With loved ones silent in their grief
The old order had been toppled
No-one could envisage the end
Then, Monday at 5.00 am
An ear piercing whistling
continued without restrain
Ear drums were shattered
No-one could withstand the pain
Making everyone left suicidal
that was the alien's game.
They entered the Earth's stratosphere
at midnight on Saturday
But there was no human civilisation
No-one left to positively say.
As if we have invaded their land
They resent us being here
As if it weren't originally planed
They resist our being here
As if Gods law wouldn't creep in
As if the prophets wouldn't cry sin !
They hate our being here
Though it were they that invaded
the land
Though it were they that brought us
in chained hands
And now that God has lead us out of
Egypt into the Promised Land
They stand with spears waiting
To pin us against the wall
(SPECIFICLY WASHINGTON)
Best Ever Saw
I’m gonna tell you a story,
Of the saltiest preacher I know.
The kinda man to charge hell,
With a hand full of snow.
Now I was stompin out broncs.
For the ranch W M,
Tunin’ up for the rodeo
That I planed to win.
When this tall talkin’ preacher,
Tells me about all my sin,
And tellin’ me about salvation,
That only with the lord could I win.
So I tells him God never been,
On no killer broncs as these.
Only his counter part,
Can tame the likes of these.
But that ol’ preacher was a believer,
And said God can move mountains,
And only through his word,
Can you find out his plans.
I say’s true nuff,
I believe it’s a fact.
But I get you wouldn’t be so sanctomonios
If you got on catamouts back.
Well now that ol’ preacher
Up and calls my bluff
And toe’s into the sturrip
And settled down with a huff
Now Catamount likes what he does,
And does it right well.
And I knew this here preacher
Was going to get a real taste of hell
Ol’ Cat knew every trick
Writ in the book
And I’d lay wages to say he’s
The auther if you cared to look
Cat he start out easy to the left
And finishes out to the right
But that preacher sat that saddle
Jest holdin’ on tight
Then that mean ol’ bronc
Starts curly-wolfin’ it though the field
And I think that preacher
Knew ol’ Cat would never yield.
Next cat starts a sunfishin’
‘cuz he had new shoes he wanted to show
Oh. By the way they’re Nike’s
‘case you wanted to know.
But then that preacher was about
To give up and fall
The Wallmart attendant came out
And unplugged the pony from the wall
That goes to show you
The Lord works in strange ways
For I see that preacher ever’ week
‘Cuz I goes to church on Sundays.
In the 80's I lived in Anchorage Alaska. You could go anywhere and catch salmon till your arms fell off. I would drive for hours to fish in completely desolate (of people) lakes. There were several lakes that were so clear you could see the trout swimming two hundred feet down (they were 8 to 28 inches long) you could see the bottom of every lake just by peering over the edge of the boat. After several years of catching these trout that were as long as your arm, I checked the map for new and more challenging lakes. I found a lake Southwest of Wasilla that had "fingers" cut into one side of it. Each one was 50 by 2,000 foot long, obviously man made. I didn't bring my boat and planed to fish these "fingers" from the bank.
I had snapped my Fly pole running through the trees and was tired from all the the frantic running. I rigged up my Casting pole and walked out to where the water was just above my knees, between two trees 20 feet apart. 15 min went by and I figured I better change lure. My right foot had sunk past my ankle in the silt and I pulled hard to get unstuck. My left foot sunk deeper. I had been in this situation before and kept working to get at least one foot unstuck.
Almost an hour went by and the water was to my waist, I had mud to my calves and the waders were like a second skin. I couldn't move, I tried everything. By now the water was up to my armpits. I saw my cooler float by and then my tackle box (and needless to say, my life too) That's when I started yelling help. There was no body on these lakes and I knew it. I went under water and tried to dig my legs free, only to run out of air! I came up yelling help. I yelled only to hear my echos of help, I had a wife and two daughters to live for. I was done.
That's when I heard a calm voice say "catch this knife" I looked over and it was an old man in his 80's. I told him I was stuck real bad- he said, "I know, cut em off" and tossed me a knife- It was a perfect ten foot toss and I caught it! I went under water and sliced my waders from the hip to the thigh (240 bucks worth)- when I came up again he was reaching out his walking stick to pull me out. It was 5 feet too short. I yelled at him to come closer, "just grab hold of the tree branch there and I could reach it" He shook his head and said again "cut em off" and then he walked away behind the trees.
As time quickly approaches
On the planed escape
Gunther smuggles the files in
While Mildred bakes the cake
But that doesn't much matter
For our two on the run
In all the confusion
The oven was never turned on
So they slipped out the front door
When Gladys the receptionist was gone
Out for her morning coffee
And cigarette on the lawn
They made it as far as the sidewalk
As far as the authorities could tell
When they both turned around
Before their bladders gave out
They need a new plan of escape
One that can be followed with ease
Before it's to late
Since they're both weak in the knees
Our hero's will have to wait another day
For their chance at freedoms song
For now they'll hang up their walkers
And devise another plan on getting gone
It was a heated night of Bingo
When Gunther got the idea
They'd go out with the wash
In a basket both hid
So they packed up their dentures
Along with their Poly Grip
As both of them readied
For their laundry trip
Now in the back of the truck
Rolling down 95
Same age as our escapee's
If you care to count time
They later hijacked the truck
When the driver they sacked
Now they travel life's highway
With nothing but the wind to their back
I had a friend ask me to write a poem for her mom
and the other inmates at the retirement home...Hope they like it!
I cant take it anymore,
This isn't what I've planed for!
I was confident, saturated with ambition,
I became lost, with no destination.
I had it all, It got took all away;
Joy,love and transparency, became nothing but sadness, hatred and ambiguity.
I loved the way it was, but it was never Okey,
Okey for adapting to facing indignity with respectability.
However Seeking change, Is a double edged sword challenge;
A halt caused by fearfulness, or a motive stimulated by persistence;
To shrink and deteriorate, to rise and pullulate.
He has the chiseled features of a handsome Nordic God,
With perfectly placed brown eyes beneath a noble brow.
A skilled sculptor planed those cheekbones up so very high
And decided a deep dimple to his chin to then endow.
His arms are strong but gentle and make me feel so safe.
I want to be held in them as long as I shall live.
He has a sunny nature and he’d rather love than fight.
Before I’d give him up, I’d rather have my heart pierced with a shiv.
For twenty years he’s filled my life with unadulterated joy,
And is a loving father to his daughters and his son.……..
And now this present is the past, it has been fifty years,
Since God sent angels for him and I felt my life was done.
I have his features firmly planted in my heart and mind.
I see them when I’m sleeping and every minute I’m awake.
As I’m aging he grows younger and more handsome every day,
But I’m hoping in God’s Heaven that will not a problem make.
Written fro Frank's contest "Word Portrait" April 15, 2013
Some very good friends sat around in their basement
I think we've all been here before
The room of course was smokey and wasted
The four buddies were bored right out of their gourds
They all thought they should do something special
So they decided to build a rocket ship
Throwing a bunch of old plywood together
They then sat around, smoked some more, and planed their spacey trip
Jody spoke up first and said let's go to the moon
But they'd heard that had already been done
That's when he came up with the brightest idea
I know what! We'll go to the sun!
Go to the sun?! We may be high but we're not crazy!!
They replied, this ships made out of wood
That's when Jody explained his brilliant idea
Nodding like Bobble Head dolls they all understood
As Jody dug deeper into his intricate plan
All the guys seemed to like it a lot
They would go when it's dark in the middle of night
When the suns put out and it isn't so hot
Since Jody's the genius, they put him in charge
He seems to have a grasp on what's left of his brain
There were four of them but only room for two
They drew straws 'cause they were having difficulty remembering their names
The straws turned out to be the same length
Cutting them, somebody forgot
So they picked Jody as their Captain Kirk
And Jason as his sidekick Spock
Out in left field, the excitement was contagious
Jody yelled, 'To infinity and Beyond'
They knew that quote came from some famous movie
But had a memory lapse so they gave him more Bobble Head nods
At that point they realized they had no engine
Being impaired, not a one of them cared
They all went back down into the basement
And took another kind of trip without going anywhere
innovation? that's easy
take a genenorater attatach it to a rope
connected to a down hill skier
and let him go through a planed down hill slope
and that's energy.
repete over and over again for a substancial amount of energy
for the winter months. contact me for the residuals.
There will surely come a day
When all of this shall fade away
Fade from mind and fade from view
When all that's left will be in you
No more worries, no more tears
No more regret of the lost years
No more pain from words been said
Where all is you in all we have
That day the captives will be free
To live in Christ's perfect harmony
The lion laying down with the lamb
Just the way God had it planed
On the shore of heavens bank
We will unite with all the saints
Who have ventured on before
In the Glory of the Lord
I am praying for that day
When all mankind will see the way
No more yielding of the sword
As we lift high your Holy Word
Yes, I am praying for that day
Where all of sin shall fade away
And all that's left will be to sing
Forever praises to our Holy King
There’s so much to do in so little time
Only just begun to start to realise
It might even be a little too late
May have already sealed my own fate
Coming home after a hard day’s work
Not even time to change my dirty ole shirt
Sat down for dinner kids running around
Watching my program fell asleep somehow
Time for a bath and a quick one at that
Feeling so tired will you wash my back
I can’t do that getting kids off to bed
You know I’ve got a busy day planed ahead
There’s so much to do in so little time
Only just begun to start to realise
It might even be a little too late
May have already sealed my own fate
Damn it tomorrow I must fix that car
Been playing up won’t get us very far
Due to go on holiday at end of this week
Not even packed not even ready
There’s so much to do in so little time
Only just begun to start to realise
It might even be a little too late
May have already sealed my own fate
Must try to learn to take it in my stride
Been rushing around and I feel so tired
Can’t even get to my work place on time
The traffic so heavy makes me so wild
There’s so much to do in so little time
Only just begun to start to realise
It might even be a little too late
May have already sealed my own fate
© Copyright KC.Leake
4th June 2015
All Rights Reserved
surfaces
hand-planed and
dovetail-joined …
with deft hand
he pets his
creation
uttering
craftsmanship
ain't dead yet.
January 27, 2023
Tricube Poetry Contest
Sara Kendrick, Sponsor
It has passed too soon
So again will be good
It can even change the looks;
Sooth all the wounds that oozes of pus
Eat all the pain forever
Say it again to these ears blocked by high waves
Do it again I want to see
Maybe this time I shall see;
Make a scenario that I will understand
I wanna keep with me
This time is different
How I wish he would shout at me
How I so long your presence
Where did you really go?
Where do the meek go?
I wanna get it this time
Tell me the future you planed for me
Tell me how far you would gone
This is the time to say it again
Say it now while you the opportunity
Leave a souvenir that I will keep
Say something to my open ears
Lift it from me now
Open your mouth once again
Let it all out to me
Again and again
I wanna listen to before I too fall
Beat me up atleast so that I can feel pain
I feel your aggression today
I want you to show me you’re secret
What is it that I have to prove?
I want to reach you and say;
You are mine, you are my father
Nothing will ever be the same.
I told myself a long time that past
That never will there be a day in my life
After my heart was broken and I broke a heart
I’ll never give my heart to another
But as a lot of things I’ve come to realize
Meters of the heart can’t be planed
I fell yet deeply for another
Oh how I love this man
Harold told no one about his evening plans.
His construction buddies already thought of him as odd.
Thirty eight, unmarried loner,
They razzed him on being quite, his house,
And how he needed to get laid.
But it was in fun, they respected Harold.
When it came to the job, they nick named him
"The Artist"
Harold looked at the clock on the stove,
And went up stairs to get dressed for dinner.
The vintage suit lay, newly pressed, on his single bed.
The tag "Carol's Costums" attached to the hanger.
Harold decided not to wear the Top hat.
Feeling it was over the top.
and as he struggled with the bow tie,
He was trying to remember the name of his prom date.
Dressed, he walked down the long creaky stairs.
His wrist watch telling him "two minutes"
The nervous anticipation quickened his movement,
As he brought out the feast.
The large Grandfather clock began to chime in the living room,
Harold surveyed the dinning room,
As he would do after a construction job.
He smiled proudly to himself, "The Artist" he playfully said aloud.
Knowing Alice would like the room as it was intended.
As the chime hit its last twelve,
Harold herd the fimilar sound,
Of Alice's feet stepping on the creaky stairs,
And when she martialized in the dinning room,
Alice looked around at what Harold had done for her,
Harold new the night was what he had planed to build,
As Alice's ghostly eyes, looked at him lovingly.
(Happy Holloween)