Best Planned Poems
She longs to take possession of her heart, but she quickly forgets.
He used his flattering power to gleam the pages and feast.
Like the wind tossing the spider holding tight on a single web.
She retraces the steps in her mind, her soul dares not sleep
to be shattered by silence. She wonders if it will work,
are they destined to reach for spring sunshine, a bouquet of wondrous
beauty and sweetness. Like an eagle caged, she stumbles
and thought about the man in her heart. Her spirit calms a heavenly trust.
6/26/2018
Poetry Contest: Strand Special 10,Any Form ,Any Theme
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
They said you needed surgery.
You said 'There's business I must do.'
I drove you to the funeral home.
The arrangements were for you.
I had to wait outside that day.
I couldn't go in there.
I don't know how you made those plans.
You showed how much you cared.
You knew you wouldn't make it.
You feared the end was near.
I hate what your life did to you.
I wish you were still here.
How do you plan your funeral?
Were you as scared as I?
What were your thoughts heading to the docs?
Did you know that you would die?
If I could turn back time and say
the things I'd like to say,
I'd say 'I love you' and 'I'll miss you.'
'I wish that you could stay! '
Planned Suicide
Lying on the bed
Crying for help
The only other option
Is a slow painless death
She picks up the telephone
Talking to a friend
My life is useless
It somehow must end
There’s no joy in
Her soul today
Visions of suicide in
Her head do play
When she needed someone
To just be there
They turned their backs
They just didn’t care
She went into the bathroom
And looked into the mirror
Heart broken, lonely,
Sad and teary
No one would answer her
When she calls
No, not a soul,
Not anyone at all
She held up her arms and
Said, my life is a twist
Seconds later she
Cut both her wrists.
Laying on the floor
In a puddle of blood
Crying, and sad because
No one gave her love
While slowly closing her eyes
One more time she cried;
It’s over for me now
No more hurt inside
Before she planned
This selfish act
She wrote a note
And explained the facts
The note said I’m leaving
Not that anyone care
When I needed you the most
You were never there
You can’t find my life
Because Now I am free
No one ever cared what
Happened to me
I don’t have to hear
Or put up with lies
No one made me do this
It’s a planned suicide!!!!!!!
In 1940 they took people to concentration camps in Germany
Austria; 2021 the concentration camps came to You its a convenience thing.'
Things never come out the way you planned, or the way you envisioned, but they do always come out perfect. Because God designed our lives. And his design always comes out they way He planned. We get inpatient, upset, we pick a fight with Him at time, and we try to make what we think is best happen. But instead of God returning the same behavior to us that we give Him, He continues to work His design. He continues to give us our perfect life. So if we just trust, be faithful and enjoy the perfect life we seem to not notice things are better. Life is better. The little things that don't come out the way we want don't bother us as much. Live the perfect life.
Planned Parenthood’s Diabolical Money Maker!!!
The most heinous crime that has been demonically inspired
surely came from Hell below;
tearing an unborn helpless baby from inside his mother’s womb
and just when you think this country couldn’t sink – no! Not that low!!!
The pain these babies must go through
having their tiny arms and legs torn off,
then having their precious little heads crushed and their
tiny organs, sold to the highest bidder on the auction block!
America!!! America!!! What has happened to you that
you let and pay that these abominable crimes could go on;
if we are not safe within our mother’s wombs
neither are we safe in a grocery store line!
Our God is not blind to these events as the people doing
these dastardly acts may think,
no, one day they will stand before Him saying, “I didn’t know it was wrong”,
“why their organs went to research”, and all the while the “unwashable” blood
was still on their hands!
Did you know PP employees and Doctors, did you know that your heart
and your conscience have totally been seared possibly for the entirety of your life?
Would you not flinch or care if someone took hold of your children for research
or possibly your husband or even your wife?
Oh, it is not for the money you would say, no it is
for the good of all mankind,
why your children have lived long enough and you’ve had a
lengthy marriage, so now, it is time for the good of research that you be sacrificed!
Planned Parenthood, you have taken this country down to Hell with you
more than likely, there is no coming back now,
for the blood of millions of babies is crying out to our God, crying and crying and crying!!! Open your hearts and ears and you might will be able to hear that sad sound!
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
July 28, 2015
Ringlet curls
Cabbage patch wrists
Dependent on me
Everyday a new twist
Making and breaking
Toys, games and knick-knacks
Mommy’s little speed racers
Mile long smile’s, are all I can crack
Yeah, frustration settles
From time to time
Then I behold their faces
And think “wow, those are mine”
I try to think back
Before mommy-hood
On a straight road to nowhere
Parties, cigs, all no good
I went to see Doc.
He said “hey, Randa guess what…
…no more parties for you…
…at least not for 9 months”
Shock sunk in
“I’m a mommy-to-be”
A whole pack of cigs in the trash,
For the baby growing in me
Now I’m a mommy of 2
One 10 months and one on year 3
And to tell you the truth
I wouldn’t change one thing
They straightened me up hair to toe
No other could understand
How I thank them so
My hero’s un-planned
Copyright © Miranda Lambert
Written: 6/21/2011
For “My Children” Contest
You must have heard of “planned obsolescence”
But manufacturers say it ain't so
A devious mind surely thought this one up
Must be absolutely rolling in dough!
An automobile could be made to last forever
If these guys would play by the book
But once they discovered the money involved
They're decidedly hopelessly hooked
And what about toner for your printing machine
Imagine if it lasted a lifetime
You could buy a yacht with the money you save
You don't have to be an Einstein
To figure out what these shysters are doing
Their bottom line is all that's important
So what if they have to be a wee bit underhanded
It's disgusting and absolutely abhorrent
Well hello, great masters of devious deceit
We're on to your tricks and games
But we carry on with our thumb up our bum
We've only ourselves to blame!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Goring down, shredding tears, I pule to,
give my prayer, to all family's and
friends, missing or gone, across this
blanket world, as her gusty winds flare,
and ragging rapids spill, these islands in
darkness, I will not lye here,
silenced, for she was,
"PLANNED" drapping curtains,
where our moon mysteriously a
lined itself, mutationally, reins, and
deploys,explosions of fear, I say,
don't give in, break her free, don't
be, A coward less coward, to their deceit,
and lies, these politicians, we call
democrats n' republicans, don't
really,give A RATS ASS, as long
as,they get voted, I ask stand for
what's right to your heart, therefore
she can not win this glory, and ask
your government why???? Priceless
lives pay, in A test on the country
so that they may have control....
That's the question.... But I will not
bow, I give my hand to the
innocence, of THE PEOPLE.......
To shelter them with love and blessings, that I
Rein.....For I shall ride A pon my black knight.....
As We defeat it, like a skyscraper...
Carma
10-30-12
I took a stroll, past the buffet, past the spray tans
and into a market of convenience.
They always have what i need.
Planned Parenthood never does.
If I ever catch you cheating on me
I'll kill myself and then I'll kill you and he.
Came from work, exhausted and moody,
fall is advancing with an improvised, swift pace,
but the meteorologist defies it with the happiest face;
and tomorrow I'll wake up and trot away!
Planned a day in the merry sunshine,
with a basked full of treats and a bottle of red wine,
to be consumed by the shade of an elm with my dearest;
and all the songbirds I will invite to my afternoon's feast!
We lay on the neatest blanket, facing the calmest, eastern sea
as sailboats drift by...a toddler listens to his mom's nostalgic song,
and in her tender voice that soldier's smile, on rippled waves, appears;
and tears, with a solar luster, fall on the pristine sand to recall her lost love.
Seagulls glide over to announce the close of an August's evening
still huddled in intimate embrace, the rushing waves tickle our toes,
and not minding their amusing play, we carry on and not withdraw;
before we lift the damp blanket, we are greeted by stars in throngs.
Planned a day in the merry sunshine,
a fantasy realized by two who will dream of this passionate season,
remembering our tanned faces and skin glittering with sand;
waving goodbye to the disheveled mother and trembling child.
Note: These are the observations of a happy couple spending a day on the beach,
but the happiness they felt wasn't shared by a mother and child who both missed a husband
and father; and by the sad look on their faces, gazing out to the sea...he had gone to the
Iraq War, and unfortunately had never returned home.
I will save them all
I will take them out of this hovel.
I will rescue children one at a time.
They are babies, after all. Helpless before I arrived.
It is her first day as a social worker.
She is proud, of her degree, and her badge.
Makes her first home visit. Calls her supervisor, concerned.
Supervisor seems bored, uninterested.
Next call to the police.
A young policeman arrives. Walks through the filthy apartment
Where the young mother is living with a newborn and a crying toddler.
“You are doing the best you can,” he tells the woman. “Thank you for letting us in.”
He asks if she needs anything. She is grateful for his attitude and concern.
Freshly out-of-school social worker is incredulous.
This is not how it was supposed to go. She was going to save them.
She feels defeated. “It is a rat’s nest!” she argues as she gets out to the police car.
“We cannot leave them here!”
“If you can do something to help the mother, please do,” he replies.
“She is overwhelmed, and can use a little kindness. She loves her children.”
Teaching her gently that her job is not as black and white
As she had been taught in classes by those who have never been social workers.
Planned non-obsolescence
is when you pour from a nearly empty carton
with unusual reserve
so as not to be the one
who drank the last of the milk.
When you push in your trash
so it squeezes into the eight-gallon white liner
with the faintest hint of a squint-eyed possibility
that someone else might possibly squeeze in just one more thing
after you,
so you are not that one
who didn't bother to help clear out our trash containers
leaving pristine liners for all of us.
When you don't prepare a will
because you weren't planning to need one.
When you continue to take one more possibly last breath,
one more last compassionate project,
one more than merely civil relationship,
despite having considered all the reasons
not to bother listening
to what
and whom
threatens to obsolete you.
EDITED BY:
THE MAMMOT OF A JUDICIAL POETS (JUDICIAL POETRY GROUP) NEW BUSSIA NIGER STATE
Dear death, look at him like hump
But mind you,
You can’t take the nook out from his hook,
Oh my book is in my bag resting in its pillow of reading
Taking studies like a forbidden fruit which I threw at the roof top.
But the root of the guff has formed a golden name called Ruth…
Dear my gentle,
The fat man has build a mansion
Causing his fellow man to shun
Eating mango like a hungry monkey
Now, the man is causing him to go
For a load on the road
When the forest has thicken like a red blood cell.
Abonis for the poor
Created an anti number for those in the bush like a jungle beast in the jungle
Is he dead?
Are you sure?
Planned forest for preserver is now hungry like an angry lion
Whisper with your whiskers around the world
Visiting zoologists and botanists like a regular shadow following you ever where you go like MTN
Planned forest has him to death with boldly soldiers of no mercy….