Best Poles Poems
I-- love
you still
but I can see
That our paths have gone awry
Our parallels have turned to Ys
And I do not know how to say goodbye
and so I won’t.
Oil and water
emul--- sified
have come apart
like cur dled cream;
Fision has split
the nucleus.
I only hope
our flight will stop
While you still seem a part of me;
If our limit is not infinity
I at least will know where
to reach
for you
.
A look, a touch, a movement, a greeting,
Invisible matter is now a thing in fashion.
Waves of dark energy arrange a meeting,
Similar attractors find a matching passion.
It's a cosmic, complimentary compatibility;
A reciprocated smile on an ice-blue planet.
It's a notion that aids our species' longevity;
Soulmates: two poles of the same magnet.
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In a ravaging mind
devoid of plain vision,
all purpose of motion
gets abandoned on hold
once losing that stable
clarity of judgment,
still paying off judgments
with tortures taxing mind;
gusts fill tissues stable
regardless of vision
to load each vessel hold
using sanguine motion.
I present my motion
to lungs before judgment,
proving walls never hold
since logic doesn’t mind
the destructive vision
in cosmic clues stable,
this teeming soul stable
directing with motion
doppelganger visions
sequestered for judgment
once prevalent in mind
with each mortal I hold.
Such trajectories hold
orbits rendered stable,
illusions of the mind
fooling sense of motion
despite viral judgment
from idols with vision
provoking this vision
enthralled in steady hold
until the Last Judgment
pulls apart my stable,
a tremolo motion
tearing the public mind.
Such judgments of vision
shall mind my living hold
stable in fierce motion.
Telegraph poles
Derelict each in their own way
Watch the Forest creep around
Mountains watch them rot
Trains skitter past
The River pays no mind
Dragging their wires on the Ground
Useless
Many miss glass eyes
Many hang their arms
Some have fallen
None talk
No more dots and dashes
Sometimes it’s like pulling teeth in pain, even with Novocain
Or climbing a San Francisco hill in a Chevy Chevette
Or trying to fly a kite on a none windy day
Words I say, from my heart to yours, seldom come easy
I’m certain my brain is not on ‘lockdown’ or it would
have told me so. Or maybe it did, and I simply wasn’t listening
It appears that I was born in the quiet zone, but I’m trying to get out
I wish that I was more vocal because you are a lover of words
It bothers me greatly that my words don’t flow as freely as a river
Is there a blockage? Is there a dame holding back words I want to
deliver? Although I know the beauty and the power of the spoken word;
Still, I struggle. But today, I sense a few fitting words, coming from
my heart to yours.
Please forgive me when I seem cold and distant, like the North Pole
Please do not hold it against me when I’m like the birds of Fall,
anticipating wintry weather. May it never be said of me,
that I have flown South on you.
Surely, it is not the fault of one such as you, who is as steady as
the sun, rising out of the Eastern sky. Never should one be blamed
who is strong and sure, fearless and faithful, so kind and true.
O dear one, may you never cease to be this way.
May it be said by me today without further delay.
You and I, forever together, we shall stay.
O, my dear beloved wife, the point is this:
I am sorry for the times I seem far, foreign, and dry.
There is no excuse for one like me, who’s such a lucky guy.
For I am blessed with one as lovely as the setting sun in the Western sky
04252015PS Contest, A Difficult Topc For You, Lewis Raynes
how could we be so diametric
opposed even in the littlest things
leaving us unendingly apoplectic
unconscious of what each other brings
to the field of our mutual magnetism
lines of attraction wide-out arcing
bridging polarities of our schism
creating bonds of thoughts sparking
possibility for a new way of viewing
and thinking about each other's worth
without being steeped in conflict brewing
creating our own little hell on Earth
the ear and tongue can come together
from individuals or partied nations
to pass feelings and beliefs on better
than weapons or harsh worded oration
would all the melting ice around
maybe stand a chance of washing away
hurts and hates from common ground
allowing us to meet each other halfway
© Goode Guy 2011-09-16
I know it’s cold up north for you
It’s flipping cold down south as well
Though we’re poles apart in so many ways
You up north and me down south
There’s still that draw to you
Because of your magnetic attraction you see
Just wondered if you fancied a holiday somtime
Couldn’t we just say; meet in the middle at the equator one day
As you slide south down over me your heart and honey pot will warm
As I slide up north under you my winky and cockles will thaw
You’ll hear them say
Did the earth move for you darling or was it just an earthquake.
What they don’t know, it was just a couple of poles “coming together” in the middle one day.
The Eagles accomplished their goal
To play in this year’s Super Bowl.
Their fans are all thrilled
That they have fulfilled
For Philly, a huge starring role.
For if they are the Super Bowl champs,
Then revelers won’t allow cramps
To their partying ways
Though in past winning days
The authorities dealt with some scamps.
To prevent this, they’re using some grease
On the light poles, so this will decrease
People climbing up high
To toss things and defy
Orders shouted at them by the police.
I just read that it’s Crisco* they use,
A fact that to some will amuse.
For if they had used lard
Certain rogues would be barred –
Now the hooligans, too, can be Jews!
*a type of shortening that is kosher, which
can be used for cooking by observant Jews
If lines and verse are indeed
the tool's we poet's are to use
in order to dictate the thought
process of one's inner soul
Then surely love should capture
an inadvertent overture of subtleties,
tenderness and kindness
And on the other hand if one wishes
to vent one's rage the pen should
pierce deep into he page
And yet at any stage what once
at first began as love can just as
easily turn to rage
As love and rage are seldom not
poles apart
Much like tears of joy and sorrow
Just depends on feelings at a
certain point in time and how we
choose to express them then
And whether or not one was hopelessly
head over heals in love and wanted
all the world to know
Or rather suffering the painful
affliction of abroken heart and
want your significant other to pay
crooked in between the straight lines
in full view somehow hidden
just like old times but everything is new
you whisper so loud my heart skips a beat
drowning out the little things that made the most sense
the contrasts so obvious and we still pretend to not see them
it’s like seeing but refusing to acknowledge
that we are the same with differences weaved
together
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You say Brexit I say love.
You say independence I say love.
You say European Union I say love.
You say immigration I say love.
You see coloured people I see love.
You see disadvantage I see love.
You see gay people I see love
You see people who are different I see love
You see money I see love
You see hate I see love
I love everything you hate and I love all people of all nations of all colours.
You can keep your fifty p’s and I’ll keep my love for everything and every person they don’t represent
Between Two Poles
Between two poles
The child takes flight.
Impelled by the sun
Ceased by the night.
Caught in a web
He did not spin.
The balance of life
Hangs on with a grin.
--Michael Crabb
Like telephone poles on a country road
the years stretch endlessly before him
One no different than the other
an 'only family,' no sisters, no brothers
The first stretch he calls 'office poles'
pencil-sharpening, paper-shuffling
toggling between screens
The next stretch he dubs 'lunch hour'
long lines at Mickey D's, Burger King, KFC
The last stretch he calls 'clock-watching'
and it drags on all afternoon, as in forever
at 3:15 p.m. he blacks out
A polar bear seeking a mate
Spruced up his fur coat for a date.
Alas, his sweetheart
Had drifted apart
For sadly, he'd left it too late!
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'Pithy Pants 2 Poetry Contest' sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
Pulled in every direction
south, north, east and west
I live for your affection
Your cherished caress
Poles may shift and change
Over many milennia
The Earth may blight
Certainty is on my side,
As I hold you tight.
A. Green