Best Priority Poems
If theres one thing i know
That's set in stone
Is that you can't be
Everything
To everyone you know
So just be you
If their expectin more
It's time to let them go
Promised a honey baked life by Uncle Sam,
a V.A. loan, and a mini-van.
Three kids and a fenced yard.
It should be attainable to those who
worked so hard.
They served, they sacrificed as mother's wept,
came home to be forgotten to a government
that's inept..
Our unsung hero's who fought gallantly, are
supposed to be our nations first priority..
Dear Stranger,
I am not sure what you see in her
But she seems to have taken your breath away
Captivated all your senses
And robbed you of your self healing at the same time
She has become your focus, clouding your vision
I am just a fleeting thought, no longer enticing
And with no inclination to respond
Just like that...
We were strangers
Keeping up with the Joneses
Tit for tat
Caught up in competition
"You got this? I'll get that"
Let me 1up you
Everything an attack
"Whatever you do,
I have to fight back"
Destroying ourselves
Breaking up our homes
Pride over love
Ending up alone
The things that define us
Are the things that we own
The the things that we've done
And the things that we've shown
Driven by jealousy
Feeding our greed
Filled with envy
Eyes glow green
Superficial materialism
Behavior obscene
Prioritizing what we want
Above what we need
Man explores outer space
with probes and rocket ships,
whilst here the steep rock face
of wars outstrips the tips
of balance: death, famine,
waste, hunger, crime, disease,
and man's untamed greed worsen
the earth's untold crises.
Why not use the great wealth
of this world for the need
here first, then explore space
at light-speed when we're freed
from what kills the human race?
If not, we'll be replaced!
More disciplined measures
Have become essential,
Apt notice should be taken,
With cycling and walking,
You must now reckon,
And your driving, must lessen,
Humanity, must most certainly
Cut down on it's bacon,
So, to price hikes of food,
Medical costs and fuel
We must all awaken,
For equality worldwide,
Will then steadily increase,
And become the norm,
From every social perspective
And every possible form.
If truth be told, the elite prosper,
The working class pay,
Don’t let tomorrow become
A financial frustration,
Think of the future, don’t let life,
Become pure desperation,
Surviving is paramount,
Ignore politicians, some very mistaken,
Turn off the news on TV,
Feel the freedom and peace this offers,
Pay no attention to adverts,
That try to improve corporate coffers,
Live within your means, never owe money,
For then you are done,
You have your home, family and faith,
Be grateful and keep to a budget,
If you must, then adjust,
Doing so, you will be content and relaxed,
Stressed out days will become fewer,
Until there are none.
If the fate of the world depended on you
Have you any idea what new thing you'd do
Make love a top priority?
Treat everyone morally?
Not a bad start, lotsa luck seeing it through
Time is rather made to consume your time
No matter how extended it must end.
All the time depends on importance
Must at all be construed as truth
Clock by clock must wind.
Time has to be exacted with work done
It must be programmed
As it intertwines it can’t be condensed
Synchronized tic tac its line
Lest you fall and can’t make to the finishing sign.
Priority of time can’t be priorly done
It works and works accordingly per se
Time delayed is time denied
And justice to time had to grind
To its best dispensed not despised.
Hectic in duty
Memo in priority
Be gone for awhile
Our days are planned to the minute
Careers, children... we finesse all of it
Last anniversary was surreptitious
I find this troublesome and precarious
We keep gallivanting - acting nonchalant
Time to acquiesce - it's not what I want
When we attempt to set time aside for us
Too much Interference - too much fuss
Your texts today, I have to say, oh so hot
Schedules can be rearranged, can they not?
Your idea to rendezvous is certainly unique
A night of ecstasy is exactly what we need
You do logistics - I'll do administration
Make it a weekend - priority assignation
May 5, 2018
New Poem Contest 8 Difficult Words by Emile Pinet
ecstasy, rendezvous, unique, finesse, precarious,
gallivanting, nonchalant, acquiesce
N/A
Disintegrated
Forsaken to number two
But then I met you,
Absolute best to my heart
Nudging me to be the one
Reality is a game and dreams like shadows,
Stress the mind to select and choose priorities,
Between friends non exist in fun and frolic,
Winning became a criterion of dashed hope.
Selfless love lost in the story line fables,
Monotony prevails and we draw to fence,
Who rules the roost and who displays to funk;
In a battle no one desired to undertake.
The sky began to fall apart in distress;
For utopia decry's self infatuation.
"RANDI'S PRIORITY"
I finished a story
I sent it to an ex-girlfriend
she read it and stood silent
then she called me
when I answered it
there was no one on the line
two days passed
not a word
she hadn't commented
she usually does
with anything I send her
utterly bizarre
the phone rang again
the silence was back
I called back this time
someone picked up the line
no sound but breathing
later, Randi reached out
"my boyfriend read the messages
between us and the story you sent.
he tried calling you but hung up.
he's going crazy. don't respond
to interactions after these
messages."
I laughed,
another insecure fool
she sent another message:
"I'll be back like always.
just wait a few days. by the
way, I absolutely loved
your story. I'm reading it
for a second time while he
threatens to take the kids."
By: Chicano Eddie
9-23-2016
I find myself smiling
Must be enjoying this!
In God's perfect timing
It's possible to feel bliss
Awoken to His love
Choose not to think in apathy
Negativity, nor life in a glove
Your faith-muscles atrophy!
What will truly make ART great again, is when people return to the critical realization that it is not about quality, it is about expression, and more importantly, JOY. Don’t be too concerned what others say about your work, whether it’s painting or music or writing or woodworking or cooking, etc, if it brings you enjoyment, then do it to your heart’s content!!
Everything we do and say and make and write, is a little piece of us, and should be treated with the deference and appreciation that we give to one another, and no one knows better than WE do, how our intent compares to the result. If you get critique, take it kindly, but with a grain of salt, and the knowledge that others do not see the world the way you do.
EVERYONE on this planet has a special talent, and not all of those talents are the artistic type, but that savvy was given to you to make the most of. Maybe you’re not the “artistic” type, but you ARE talented, I guarantee you, and I also guarantee that endowment you’re blessed with, whatEVER it may be, is something you enjoy, and it brings others joy in the process.
THAT, my friends, along with love, is what life is all about!