Best Pluses Poems
In this world and in this life
(Are we all just another number)
A tax statistic or
a corporation's itemized figure.
There are of pluses and negatives.
The accounting of the additions and then the subtractions.
These are the balance sheets of life.
This is with "gains, and losses."
Is that the higher plan for mortal man
existence on this dusty earth?
A salary, or no salary.
A bank account, or no accounts.
Zeros and Ones, 1, 0.
Added together are they supposed to be fine gold?
A man’s worth weighed
on a numbered scale of more or less.
Were we created to be only digital number notations?
Numbers in hourglasses filled with very fine earthly sand.
Grains of sand running then emptying,
into the canvas of time.
This of a dusty dust, not solely returning to the ground.
For, we are very, much, much more: than that which is ever seen.
"Yes, yet, not solely just numbers, indeed!"
There has always been an inter-outer over-under tender balance of loveless socio-equations as they super fit the psychosocial sexe-endices in this modern garner of pluses/minuses/bytes and scribbles mostly incommunicado inexperience and parental impreciseness as to, "anything planned", which in tomb leaves us doth a deranged desperate captive of that all inbibed prisoner **** of nun conformist adventurerers and that really, that there are just too many organic integers making for really bad math.intuitations/attributes and all of the familio do's and don'ts that creep bastardy across the years to inculcate, interfere, incase all of the hoped, promised integrity of just 2 people in love? with all that makes it their potential, not all of the hopeless, ne'r do wells, dead driven dud marriages that hoped to promulgate their failures onto the newbies totally unprepared, but willfully negative implicit on that new, and should be uninterrupted, all naked, seeing alter intense emoexplosive journeys to that wait waits, some supposes, everybody entices, everyone enthralls, quired questions, problem perplexes, initiates initiated, complexes complete, duty deforms, eerily exacts a viscous value, on properties promised a forever coexistance, but not at the expense of selfish selfness; can it be to an us award of a faceoff fervent fever, that WE, can coincide an opposite internal presence that allows us to be a universal component undeluded, underived, unpolluted by the natural wonders that are our genetic cohesions, so they can further their total promise to lead a connected life of copious love, desire and plentitudes of us-ness, disavowing all else in a socioinvasive parental wake of them vs us in all things blood/emo crass cursive? Leave them, the future lovers of us alone, let it flow and keep your, non orgasmic, loveless failures to yourself, old/tainted people of relations, lovers of social inhibitions it plays to an ill-at-ease, stubborn Igor-ignocompliance. Yes, we had Summer Love/Woodstock, but then we grew to be livestock, waiting for the senior-socioseniorslaughter pill mill. You must have some small, tinder, macromolecule of what it was to be standing in the bliss of universal underware; a long time ago in a universe far, far, away. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! the neighbors.
It's a lovely day in Cyprus, there's not a cloud in the sky,
We take stock of the life we have,sit back and happily sigh.
We saw a cruise ship near the harbour the other day,
It stays for while,it makes folk smile then goes on it's way.
We're not going out because Fran wanted to stay at home,
She said she was feeling tired, and didn't feel up to a roam.
This is one of the pluses that come with being retired,
You don't have to do a single thing, unless you feel inspired.
So I now sit at my computer, Fran has gone for a nap,
The dogs at my side dozing,I'm hoping they don't yap.
Yes,it's a lovely day here in Cyprus, something very nice,
I'll go make myself a refreshing drink and pop in a little ice.
Maybe I'll write some verses, what theme, I do not know.
I'll sip my drink and have a think,then maybe I'll give it a go.
© Dave Timperley 26 August 2016
He walked away
She smelled his sweet kiss on her all-day
He recalls the mood they build together
A rush of love so gentle like a feather
Fluttering in the breeze all warm and glowing
Two lovers threads gathered and sewing
Quiver and blush with a childish ache
Alive in the moment of a human trace
Trance and defining the line of your face
All kept in its cozy place
Pluses reminiscent and rich of fire
A steady light of love marked by desire
Fragrant and weary eye and a state of reminisce
What a thought the mind plays after such a kiss
Hearts wanting and wanting so is the evening haunting
Breathe gentle without hesitation loves cruel daunting
This quiet place where the fire still burns
Dreaming of tomorrows when he returns
Eye to eye with a sheer passionate madness of delight
Watching the skies capture the night
When I was a child along with my cousins we listen to heroic tales about our ancestors and in someway the mill was always mentioned. So we went to discover these EPIC Historic site. A glance of paradise The All Heaven -we were in heaven- As we start slopping down, and there's no heaven without snakes, lizards, all kind of reptiles endangered plants, birds of prey insects and sweet nature fruits (our only recommendation for the tour), scared till the bone we easy pass and then the Oasis: grapes all kind of apples, strawberries, oranges and what we were looking for coffee, yes Coffee our faith ( café fé Fé before praying WE drink coffee) and Tia Kindness serve cake port-wine conversation more coffee, fruits, more coffee and Uncle Fell Good BE Healthy preparing our bags with all the mentioned plus corn (a scream "please came back before going" ) and all the pluses associated with having a good time. After 5 hours (10 min) the oldest explorer Mario preoccupied, seeing vultures spectres and feeling worms crawling and I likewise after all it's 5 PM(+ 4 more summer day hours), We decided to leave forgetting all the etiquettes basic Inc. that will be solved in church with lot's of French style kisses(my cousins were born in France and the all village has 33 and 75 car plates)
Uphill and with all the Saints helping but we, as saints had only the help from the animal world it took me 15 minutes to get to Heavens View,
Than worried about my family I was feeling like Colombo or Saint Paul,
Alone not knowing where I was or birth place/date and The End was coming tormentors beatings a massacre we all being swallow alive by Komodo Dragons and for an entire hour Hallucinations Seizures almost passing out At Least My Cousins with morbid faces one hurt injured by thorns and all pricked by mosquitoes (they are always the ones to blame), happiness crying and relieve and a promise not to ever return -the next 48 hour was ever.
To Brunet Luiz Baby Tummy (Cuzz Cousin)
We are all kids at heart
It all started from the beginning at the very start
Tom who loved Greyhound buses
This was always a childhood must
Tom was given a scale toy model Blue Prevost Greyhound bus
It was Tom’s dream being full of pluses
Happy with no fuss
While Tom fell asleep all nestled for the night
There was going to be a surprise and it will be a sight
The scale toy model Greyhound bus blue had come to life
The bus horn woke Tom up
The Greyhound Driver told Tom to get up as we are going for a ride
Well up Tom went and the travel being the stride
A ride going around the block
The Greyhound Driver told Tom, recline in his seat and put up his feet
You are in for a treat
As Tom leaned back in the comfortable blue bus seat, he suddenly fell asleep
He dreamed of that bus moment
When the next morning came, the scale model toy blue bus was back on the mantle in the exact same place
But will this dream ever be erased?
The blue bus Prevost only knows
A child’s inspiring heart that showed
Captivation, the blue bus will never tell
Good day into the night with all being well.
In the last four years I have had no seasonal allergies
Thanks to all of Chaga’s wonderful properties.
Then comes along spring of twenty seventeen
And I am back swallowing a bunch of antihistamine,
For I had stop consuming my magic potion.
Really, truly, I had no notion,
Of all its pluses versus its minuses.
Now it comes too late for my poor sinuses.
Chaga, I hope it is not to late to reclaim your power
So I may stop popping pills and get off all puffers.
I believe and trust that you will not let me suffer
So I might enjoy what this season as to offer,
Like the beautiful blossoms and blue skies
without having oozing and watery eyes.
But in the meantime, family and friends, just stay polite
With each time I sneeze, just say "Gesundheit"
History talks about the Seven Wonders?
But look around what do you see
Our Seven Wonders of Modern times
Are all there for thee.
Many have been here for thousands of years
Given many a thought, many a fear
They are listed as i write them down
The first is life, a wonderful act
The womans body see's to that
The birth anew, is an incredible tact.
Number 2 on my list of Seven
Is Water, sent from Natures Heaven
Thats the Sky for you and me
Its Natures tears, as damp can be.
Number 3 on my list of Seven
Its Oxygen, the air were given
We inhale it in, in various ways
General days, and general plays.
Number 4 on my list of Seven
The Animals chosen for Natures Haven
Many a creature there appears to be
As big as a whale, as small as a bee.
Number 5 on my list of Seven
Is this World donated, no rentage given
All we have to do is this
Look after her, don't take the piss.
Number 6 on my list of Seven
Its our will to exist, create modern heavens
As cultures blend to mix their thought
Many pluses, never naughts.
Number 7 on my list of Seven
Its what's beyond Natures Heaven
We need to severely police us first, before our rockets make their burst
To pass our moon and reach the Stars, before we polute!!
You can keep swinging in your smile
as your eyes see through the cylinder only
where the flowers radiate the scent
where the leaves wait for the rustle
of the fondling wind
where stars wait for the music
of the magical light peaks
where the blue sky waits
for the golden kite
in the cloud towers
Where the staircase raises the ears
for the sound of the footsteps
Where the mahogany branch
craves for the feet of the pair of the larks
The cylinder refuses to take
the wide angle lens
adding to the view
the greedy rats
the spilling vats
the leopard like hungry cats
the pus and pain of the flats
that our apartment is proud of
housing the autocrats
None in your tunnel
You don't battle
Against the stale apples
the de facto brothels
in the apartment in isolation
with no ventilation
You are of course better off
than those who have
the same tunnel before the eyes
Only the field of view with no dew
For them in the queue
The rapists and rape victims
The murdered and the murderer
The cheats and frauds
The figures flawed
Nothing good and well
The earth a hell
You are better off
With your cut-off
eliminating the minuses
Including only the pluses
where the thorns
aid and abet the blossoming of the rose
We like to keep disjointed
And highlight the negative knives only
Turning blind to the beehives
And the humming bee
bridging you and me
You do have the ear
corresponding with the tunnel vision
to hear and respond
and build the blueberry bond
between the flute and the music
The circles concentric
of the lyrics of life
and the drumsticks
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April 28, 2018
Tunnel Vision - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
There we are
The journey proceed
with smiles and pain,
What we had now,will not lust forever
but luckly this destiny has unite us back together.
The floor was so sleeper,
That we couldn't stand on our feet,
Our dream were frozen in the middle of heat
We had nothing back there except Faith that told us not to quite.
If only we had second chance to life
we could have mess this one and beg for another
But that chance has only existed in movies and TV shows,
Thus the reason,we couldn't rest till we got what we really want.
If only ,we had wait so long for the future to find us
We could have been,total failures with F pluses
But now we can stand and say "There we are "
Like we are looking on future mirrors of who really we are.
......#Ys |Deep in ink,Lost in the sea of thoughts |peace
An excerpt from my new short story:
Contributing factors, however, are deemed as an assortment embracing negativity and were reinforcements for the young idealist. Granted to resonate by the dark lord was his underlying purpose. The premise has been appropriated. Likewise, the preceding groundwork was properly shoveled underneath. A particular young idealist realigns his outlook and foresees his fresh novel and still sought-after directive. Politics was a voracious subject, not so much academically, but it's a side subject welcomed by scholars considering it just as an extra curriculum. The topic may have been reworded, but his inner values sustain him representing his singular verbiage that goes on unwaveringly. As his agenda gathers momentum, attracting newcomers who realign their political views with his, draws the attention of the local region. Soon thereafter, the rest of the country will be on the ball, by way of his name. His political point of view which framed him since birth, now frames a country. The dark lord is on the rise bearing gifts purposed for an original firstborn. Introduced into a split family valued life of pluses and minuses, and compounded with his educational woes, evil's birthright was given a unique name. Historians, during their early stages, were amidst the golden glow of a virgin Europe, circa 1900.
It would later serve as a guide for his yet-to-be, future. WWI military losses for the Central forces were; 4,386,000, with; 3,700,000 civilian casualties. The Russian Empire conceded to the Bolsheviks Revolution who then executed the Imperial family. Military losses for the Allied forces were; 5,525,000, with; 4,000,000 civilian casualties. The German Empire ended after Kaiser Wilhelm II abdicated his throne on November 9th, 1918. Two days later on the 11th of November 1918, The Peace Armistice was signed by the newly formed, German Republic, and the Soviet Union. The end of WWI left a highly decorated Adolf, wholly confident and sharply experienced.
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And
wealth
is nought but
a doorway opened
by the few; for some it
leads to life and happy ever
afters, for most it paves the path
to sorrow, regret and acceptance that
their lives cannot be truly measured by the
number of zeroes in ones account, but by the pluses
Life is full of incidents,
That no-one can predict,
Some are nice and pleasant,
While with others you feel kicked.
But no matter what befalls you,
You have to make the most,
Cos if you don’t it’s you that suffers,
You that ends up toast.
Celebrate the good stuff,
With the bad stuff, do your best,
And look for the advantages,
Don’t worry bout the rest.
I know I can’t be silly,
And of course I know i’m ill,
But what’s the point of panic?
To help me, medics will.
Fate has its way to operate,
Bad colours sometimes show,
But should you curse the bad stuff?
Of course the answer’s no.
Look toward the bright side,
See the things of benefit,
And if you’re thinking positive,
You’ll better deal with it.
My kids are so amazing,
And a special girl I love,
I’ve got such great support right now,
The bad stuff gets a shove.
I’m making peace with sisters,
After such a long long time,
A brand new car is on the way,
And pension pots in line!
Im still able to work right now,
For an amazing boss,
With lots of lovely colleagues,
I don’t think about the dross!
Im planning gigs and holidays,
Cos while I can I will,
The pluses in my lifestyle,
Can cash in at cashless till.
I’ve always said that small things,
Matter more than larger stuff,
The love, support, encouragement,
For me is so enough!!
Nighttime Monster
The monster within me raises its head—
its power consumes me nighttime in bed.
It stirs up my mind with poison of dread
and robs me of peace, conflicts me instead.
The monster within me sums up my day—
to show outcomes in a negative way.
The pluses forgotten, soon shoved away,
replaced by the angst that enters the fray.
In day, I respect my glass as half-full,
but nighttime reverses and tries to pull
the good things away and what's meaningful,
to show glass half-empty—so pitiful.
The monster within me makes me aware
of things not accomplished, heightens despair,
and robs me of sleep while I coldly stare
with eyes open wide; no rest to repair.
Sometime in the night, my monster lets go,
as soothing slumber begins its sweet flow,
to wake in the morning able to know
no monster now, just the new day's bright glow.
My negative monster wakes when I'm tired—
no strength to fight back like when I am wired.
Please—hope for my new day—keep me inspired!
Deflect counter thoughts my monster has fired!
Sandra M. Haight
~Honorable Mention~
Contest: My Monster(s)
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 10/13/2015