Best Pleasers Poems
For Contest, 'What I Love-What I Hate' Sponsored by Tom Wood
Every Tree in the Park
I love to stare through leaf-shade under wide trees,
Under confetti-scraps of green-gold sunshine
Scattered by a breathing invisible breeze:
Each planted parasol a unique design.
I love seed-codes, sudden sprouts, giants’ ages;
Bud-burst, summer stretch, autumn, winter stages.
When bowed in purple storms, when wild branches thrash,
Lightning strikes, cracks. Trees, still magnificent - crash!
Mozzies Buzzing
I hate can’t-be-seen sneaky mozzies that whine.
Sniffing for carbon dioxide, these teasers
Ignore other people and focus on mine.
Why are all others not such mozzie-pleasers?
I snatch vacant air, slap and smack my own face,
Flick the light, but of the slim insect - no trace.
Could I suffocate hiding under this sheet?
I pulled it too high - now they’re biting my feet!
Millie was flattered by the whistling of men
But her friend, Tillie, told her to think again
"They're just catching their breath
but are as pale as death.
It's healthy ones, Millie, for whom we should yen."
"Well, darn it, girl. You know I'm hard of hearing
I thought those guys were speaking words, endearing.
"That noise is their wheezing,
and their looks aren't pleasing!
Let's move along now, Millie. Please stop leering."
Millie looked back but off fell her eyeglasses
She stopped to rip toots and expelled her gasses
"I know that really stinks!"
She laughed, "I'm such a minx."
Don't tell me I should take etiquette classes!"
They strolled until Tillie had to take a seat
for she was feeling a bit faint from the heat
Millie started to scold,
"Tillie, you're gettin' old."
"Not too old to kick your walker to the street!"
"I'm only saying those guys were old geezers,
not the sexy kind we once called 'strip teasers!"
And at that thought, Tillie smiled
In younger days, they'd been wild
"They're not what we'd ever call 'woman pleasers."
down under
down a country road
road to success
road to nowhere
nowhere to hide
nowhere to run
run away from home
run a race
race horses
race to win
win the lottery
win a trip
trip to Australia
trip of a lifetime
lifetime warranty
lifetime of dreams
dreams have meanings
dreams come true
true or false
true love
love one another
love is blind
blind as a bat
blind date
date with destiny
date of birth
birth of a baby
birth of a vision
vision of loveliness
vision for the future
future of our children
future plans
plans for adventure
plans for people
people pleasers
people who care
care about others
care for the sick
sick in the head
sick and tired
tired of running
tired of trouble
trouble sleeping
trouble may come
come and see
come right now
now or never
now is the time
never
time
8/11/15
For Debbie Guzzi's "Down Under" contest
Estosha
(Great white place)
Many have heard but few have seen
The beauty that lies with the heart of Africa
It folks, falls, flora, wildness life, wildness animals, lakes, rives,
This is a place with the strength of a lion and flies as an eagle
Primitive and naïve is not in our vocabulary-cultural identity
Our dressing speaks of our roots, environment and pride
Come and experience our greatness in the Estosha National Park
I am built stronger as the lion and taller to see my future as the giraffe
I am built to stand the waves of life as the crocodile – so beautiful
I am built with powerful vision just as an eagle-to see beyond my failures
I am built as wise as the cobra and humble as the dove – hilarious
I am built with a large heart for forgive – hefty heart, big as elephant
I am built with strength in hands as the horns of a buffalo – splendor
Come and experience our greatness in the Estosha National Park
We are people of all colors, cultures but communion in one as chameleons
We are people and place of peace, pleasure and leisure - Etosha
We are people of attitude of gratitude and as multitude as springbok
We are people pleasers; I am black with white heart- the beauty of zebra
We are people that can survive in the draught-the power of Oryx
We are people with dark skin as the rich soil of Africa, dark as impalas
Come and experience our greatness in the Estosha National Park
Drawn
To sing
Crowd pleasers
Can quench their need
The karaoke stars take center stage
* For Brian Strand's latest contest, "Five & Twenty".
You’re lost in translation like staunch Christians,
When they’re trying to understand Hebrew inscriptions,
Truth be told there is distance,
Between Ancient Jewish Mystic Intelligence,
And Jesus pleasers delusional competence,
Because they’re blind to the Torah scrolls evidence,
Of the underlying substance, the mathematical significance,
It’s not just coincidence,
The Hebrew letters were originally numerals, no readable sentences,
And the sequences are equations and multi-dimensional,
Eternal sacred geometry, sound and universal,
Transversal but lost within the streams of thought,
Only sought out by a handful of inner taught hotshots,
With eyes wide open from joining the dots,
Never lost in translation because the biblical narratives are a distraction,
Going back to the start, before the deception,
Math was an art, codified and describes reality inside and out,
About consciousness and matter,
You can doubt this if you’re reading this as a hater,
Because all you equate to are thought’s that are out of date,
Causing you not to see straight, you’re a lightweight,
So your mindset stagnates and can’t relate to what I seek,
I eat meat like a professional heavy weight boxer,
The Oracle is my sponsor and has given me honor,
As I continue to drink the living water I become stronger,
My writings will be known and read by future generations for longer,
Hear what this spirit that prospers is saying and conveying,
This world is decaying alongside with the minds that are swaying,
So weigh up and consume knowledge that is worth praising,
Escaping the cravings of this fading movie that I’m watching,
From my mind’s eye, with understanding injected into me from the sky,
Seeing things that can’t be denied like all the lies being played out that desensitize,
The ability to maximize your earthly ride to find purpose within our society’s circus,
So don’t curse this, read my verses and ask your minds services to connect circuits,
Or forever be deceived by the serpent mindset that’s within nearly every person,
So be determined, open your minds curtains and don’t be wordless,
Our minds are a surplus of true wealth,
Vital for our health while we are within our physical bodies, Our 3D house.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 1.5.2016
Tall, with long legs, a straight back, and long neck,
Hair falling over both of her shoulders,
Emerald eyes, as attention holders,
Instantly able to put you in check!
Nicely shaped lips, that would welcome a peck,
Forcing your arms to react like folders
And open completely, just to hold her,
Taking a feel of it just for the heck.
Unique is the word that describes her smile,
Aligned with teeth perfectly in a row;
Teasers and pleasers that define her style,
In a way that allows her face to glow.
On most days, I stare at her for a while,
Never In a way that would let her know.
Easy money goes from my pocket,as easily
as a man can climb out of the mouth of a
non moving rocket.My wallet is full of
many non-fluttering moth's,My arthritus
makes me move as slow as a slow
motioned tree sloth! Bang the drum slowly
as slow as sand,traveling down the neck
of an hour glass. I may be poor and i
may be slow,but alas i possess a high
falutin' habitual mannered like class!
Friends i may not have many,but i'll tell
you this-My wallet is held tighter than
o'le dead Jack Benny's! T'would be nice to
win that Power-ball lottery,For if it would
happen,i'd be so much more richer than
that actor by the name of Sean Connery!
Poetry flows from my finger-tips,down to
the o'le computer keyboard,These achin'
joints keep me at bay alot,but these
thoughts just jump up to the o'le
computer screen,Which keeps me
morally happily serene!Poets like to share
their love to good readers,because they
love to show off their powers as audience
pleasers!
01-14-2006'.
Sucking My Life Away
When you say untrue things about me
You never attempt to see
The hurt in my eyes
Or hear my cries.
Because by your words you cut my progress
Take away my enthusiasm for success.
Your taunts and insults invade my spirit
Making it spiral into a bottomless pit
Your meaness and your anger
Put my soul in danger
I try to survive
Not forever being able to hide
Fighting you with fists or ignorance
Doesn’t give me a better stance
Because you keep coming back harder and harder
Making the crowd against me larger and larger.
Until my life is sucked away
You make it unbearable for me to stay
It’s get harder day by day
I’ve tried and I’ve cried out.
In the principals office I even shout
That I can’t bare any more
Today they pushed me out the door
In my mind I’ve seen peace on the other side
Where I don’t have to hide
From the criticizers and teasers
And the bullying crowd pleasers
I cry out in dismay
From the sorted and ruthless way
You’ve sucked my life away
I’m crying and pleading to you
To stop but you don’t have a clue
That I silently disappear
Inch by inch the more you’re near
I know I should be strong
But tell me how long
Can my mind and body fend you off
You stick to me like a bad cough
No where is safe, not even home
What do I have to do to make you leave me a lone
Now it’s too late I’m just a shadow of gray
Because you’ve finally sucked my life away.
My soul cries out in anguish for the many sins of my flesh…longing to do right, but somehow my flesh desires only to do wrong. My soul and spirit cry out to my flesh to be strong! My flesh longs to be accepted by this world…full with pleasers of the flesh, ignorant to their own immortal souls! I long to pull off all my fleshly parts, to be left as nothing more than skin and bones…then I could immerse both my soul and spirit with the faithful words to God…No more, need to worry Abba, Father! Flesh is no longer here to separate me from your words!
Collaboration with Marcello Eans
What is the real meaning of a handshake?
Is it just a greeting or something a bit more?
It’s such a small gesture that anyone can make.
It shows a little trust that wasn’t there before.
We seem to have lost the meaning of the little things.
What is it about life that has hardened our hearts?
It’s easy to smile and see the happiness that it brings.
A simple nod to a stranger is where it all starts.
Seems we’ve forgotten about the Father’s only begotten,
Son sent to a foreign land immoral & rotten.
Wrapped in swaddling clothes, placed in a manger,
Honored and presented gifts in the face of danger.
Christmas is now X-mas, meaning lost through the ages,
Gifts given in vain, no wonder we squander our wages.
Will we remember Christmas as the birth of Jesus,
Or just another day off to be people-pleasers?
What is the real meaning of a wedding vow?
Is it just an empty promise that pretends reality?
Marriage seems to be a convenience for now –
Divorce our scapegoat when it’s no longer easy.
We seem to have lost the meaning of commitment.
What is it about the world that makes us break that oath?
It’s a simple matter of accepting a chosen arrangement
And following the path that’s right for us both.
Love has lost its meaning, a term of endearment,
Misused to embezzle feelings after a one-night experience.
Expressed freely and in abundance, often spoken without seeing,
Love is sacrifice from being to being.
Plaster the walls with mud.
Shake the heavens of the blood.
Bitter tasting and sourly sweet.
Were the feelings that sat at my feet.
Black curtains of faces so torn.
Worrying seems so forlorn.
Tear the tears and tear the tears.
For this is no life to live in fear.
Fear the fairs and fair as to the fears.
Knock down the wall of misery,
And build a bridge to destiny.
Fickle fate brought a tickle too late.
Draw a line to the other side.
Wait for the shadows and soon they will hide.
Pick up the pieces of hints that will be given.
Guiding the wind from sin and all will be forgiven.
Reluctant of hearts too giving.
Seeing the messages of happiness to take.
Pleasers beware and takers dont dare.
Hands and mouths always be there.
Yes to all the answers and no to all the chancers.
Take this sign from fate so true.
Run like the wind and take what was given to you.
By Cami Hostetler
I want to write a poem about "come take my hand"
Do I always want you to take my hand?
Yeah but should you?
Sometimes I don't want you to take my hand
And let me fly
Sometimes I just want you to be in the background
and look upon me
Sometimes I don't want you to do nothing at all
You should do whatever you feel like
And not to feel like you have to oblige me, please me
The world is full of pleasers
If I want to be with them
I would have
I just want you - the glorious you
In all its splendor and goofers
Make me laugh, will ya?
But don't make me cry
Unless I want to cry
And at that point I will tell ya
Probably never
But just make me ahhh
That is when I don't know
And that is most of the time
- all the time
That is what I like
And what do you like?
A decidedly good morning,
Risen upon the land—yet—
More risen are the eyes and the
Lips that plan to speak blessed things
Mustering out a smile
From a despondent stranger,
As they return the favor
With a gracious compliment
City life bustling in joyous
Productivity—lighthearted humor
Inspiriting the pleasers
And complainers alike
Daylight lapsing—pulling shadows,
Making way for
Memorable evenings,
Dowsed in hospitable company
2.20.20
Note: Something a little lighter today!
Peking's
past
periods;
palatial
personage
preferred
Pekingnese
pets
people
pleasers
poor
penniless
peasant
presence
plenty
priceless
precious
presents
Polo
Pipeline
Paradise Pink Pagoda pain pleasure