Best Pride And Joy Poems
Having lived on earth for some time now
Impatiently he dwells, harboring self doubt.
In face of impediments he loses his mind
Acquiring dispositions like hate and lies,
Hosting showmanship to look good and wise.
Never does he claim his world to be saintly
Letting dreams reign and thoughts go wild
Acknowledging failings incapable of verity.
Risking happy tears, triumphs he celebrates
Saving saddened ones to mourn disasters,
Banking on the strength of worn-out hands
As unforgiving minutes tick-tock forever.
When he gets a turn at the wheel of fortune
Losses seem to mount at every pitch-and-toss,
Regretting moments when he says:"hold on"
For he loses the ground on which he stands.
Yet he carries on, in treacherous currents
Swimming boldly in shark-infested waters
Accepting the reality of fish-eat-fish world.
Unsatiated reveries bestow vacant dreams
Never ever venturing to walk with the Kings,
Commoner he is, like his friends in drudgery.
Pride and joy of his family, a Man he's already!
Truth he owns, is the truth he delineates,
Being a flawed man, for forgiveness he prays.
October 21, 2018
Poem of the day on October 23, 2018
Placed first in..In response to Rudyard Kipling's poem IF
Contest by Silent One
Placed 3rd: Strand select 12 by Brian Strand
When I was young I had a car
It didn’t cost too much
It didn’t have a speedo
It didn’t have a clutch
The doors, they wouldn’t open
And the roof was non existent
The wheels were always squeaking
And the noise was quite persistent
It didn’t have a gear stick
And the windscreen wasn’t there
This was my pride and joy, and so
I really didn’t care
The only thing that bugged me was
Should it begin to shower
I couldn’t get home quick
‘cause, it was only pedal power
Pride......and joy?
Pride is thinking that you know too much
Thinking that the love you have is even half enough
It's clinging to honesty as if heard earnestly spoken
Or getting hurt and saying bones and will aren't broken
It's setting aside the friendships that build us up
And giving respect to a thought or reason conveyed with guff
It's separating yourself from the mold yet fitting right in
It's kinda funny though the loser always thinks He wins
Self improvement can only come from understanding another
And standing outside oneself and be true to another
Truthfully I really hate the fact that I'm this flawed
And I wish I could change it all without fear and please our God
But apparently I'm just an instrument of destruction
And my only words at the end of this s h I t will be nothing.....
Composed on the morning of June 6th 2021 By Ryan Feller
A bonneville mustang with
A dark purple hood
It’s distinct. The lighter
Purple shade of paint that
Covers the remainder of the
Car gleams in the sun. Inside the
Cabby are leather seats; real. Accompanying
That is the wooden dashboard with
A chrome trim. It even has dice in the mirror;
This is his pride and joy.
A stuffed rabbit in
A pink, flower patterned cover.
It’s once white fur now
Old, dusty and worn. One
Eye is missing; a stitching attempt
Failed; the little tuffs of cotton
Sticking out confirm it. But the
Hands that crafted such a horrid
Creature are long gone.
This is his pride and joy.
One is very open minded
And one is a little shy
But if you try at night
And the price is just right
You can buy some Pride and Joy
And when your feeling lonely
They're something to enjoy
It's always much better
when you get them together
Love feeling my Pride and Joy
We can play at my place
We'll just have to keep down the noise
I'll give Joy a great ride
While I swallow my pride
I'm consumed by my Pride and Joy
Well my rhyme is almost over
But before I say goodbye
Just give them a try
They'll bring a tear to your eye
Overwhelmed by my Pride and Joy
~Billy Hitz~
There are few things in this world
that this dad would truly treasure
more than what my bright son has done,
for he has brought me great pleasure.
He did not hit a long home run
nor throw a winning touchdown pass.
He did not bag a trophy buck
or reel in the state record bass.
Never voted homecoming king,
never dated the prom queen.
He did not get the play’s lead
or enlist to be a Marine.
Now all of these things are noble
and would make any father proud.
But what my young man accomplished,
for me stands out above the crowd.
What is this fine deed my lad attained
that has brought this swelled dad much joy?
He made the school’s honor roll
so with pride, I cheer, “That’s my boy!”
you prove to be
everything to me
your my wall
that will never fall
you are over all
love you too
your not a decoy
baby
YOUR MY PRIDE AND JOY
Alternately titled inferiority
complex since little boy
oft times ponder what
afterlife like beyond far horizon ahoy...
No matter scarce giddiness wave
did carry and buoy yours truly aloft
analogous to dwell amidst
hermetically sealed croft,
imagining small rented farm,
especially one in Scotland
comprising plot of arable land
attached to house,
where hat o' this gentleman doffed,
Thence beckoning thee
to get comfortably numb
nurse cocktail I doctor, ah yea
with good n plenti of rum
lamenting mein kampf
worth ordinarily absolute zero
on par with being
a harmless no good bum
reflecting scores of lapsed years
since bing hard school of knocks alum
lionizing American south antebellum,
Pace of existence found one
idyllic I exclaim
casually sauntering along,
quite welcoming if one lame
especially inviting nineteenth
century hamlet fictitious place name
crafted within A Stop At Willoughby
(think or Google twilight zone
Season 1 Episode 30), where
main character shed his shame,
I too could easily capitulate
if/when time travel will encapsulate
one to journey where simply
livingsocial appeared exotic and great,
versus twenty first century Schwenksville
specifically Highland Manor
each and every resident doth insulate
her/himself within four walls
affixed with memories,
a long gone mate
similar to mine nonagenarian papa,
whose spouse Harriet,
a prior poem
I did poetically narrate,
which rancor hardened filial me obdurate
considerably decreased, yet revisit loss,
now jars thee noggin o' this primate
smoldering resentment - a human trait
did poison when mother at death's door
objection to accursed
disease did undulate
within her cancerous kindled,
riddled, wasted body joie de vivre
loathsome beast could
never invalid date
grim reaper would not wait,
her passing fourteen
and half orbitz ago
Withheld a hug I never gave
presently wince with sorrow,
yours truly never forgave
himself eternal repentance within mine
soul asylum as unseen knife doth engrave
mine mean deprivation
bajillion miles separated us
unconditional love all she did crave.
Momma's twin Bundles of joy
Did fate, Suddenly, come to destroy
After decades of standing so Proud and Tall
Were they coming down like th Berlin Wall
When a Suicidal plane took to dropping from the sky
Only to disrupt this Pillar structure which stood So high
Causing an Earthquake of a shock, All across the Nation
Upon uprooting and annihilating such a Solid foundation
Having been built by Man, long ago, with Craft and skill
Which HATRED, within minutes, had managed to kill
A prevention on these "prized possessions" did it put, of further telling their Story
Not to mention, how the Attack had crushed the Spirits of Old Glory
The idea of her Babies having been defamated
Although, In our souls and minds, will They FOREVER be Commemorated
Just as the way they were before the Explosion and Cloud of Smoke
When it seemed that their Invincible bond could Never be broke
Yet, some foreign Object invaded and took away Our liberty
By making "The Twins", a loss, as far as, Visibility
Carrying out this so-called Signature hit on Nine Eleven
That forced Many lives to be on the freeway of Heaven
Leaving Us, in Rememberance, to be flying Old Glory, at half-mast
So, that We can be forever mindful of What was done in the Past
this we must say
in everyway
and this is not play
your not a toy
your our boy
and
PRIDE AND JOY
to me your the key
your my everything
all that love brings
with you i have gain
you ease my pain
and your not a decoy
your my
PRIDE AND JOY