Best Problem Solver Poems
There is a hammer on my keyboard
Taking me hostage
Reminding me of something I wanted to do
Yesterday but did not get around to it
I stare at it, and glare at it,
Angry beyond belief.
That I kept saying I wanted to
hang those sixty-five canvases,
and yet, there they are, not one hung up.
The mean hammer has been
Thrown across the room now,
It no longer bothers us,
My gloating keyboard and me.
Categories:
problem solver, self,
Form:
Free verse
America has been GREAT, great for the last two centuries.
All right, America has been the greatest among all countries,
For a long time. MAGA is a cheap pleonasm, which just
Won the most contentious election in American history.
The problem, as widely reported, Trump is corrupt, unjust,
Sexist, racist, homophobic, xenophobic, vociferous, and nasty.
This is the first time that we have such a hyperactive loose cannon,
Who is despised by his own political party. He is an orchestra
Of unusual lyrics and melodies. The man is like an untamed lion.
As a reminder, money, strength and power are not everything.
Humility, wisdom, decency, and common sense, in America,
Are extremely crucial and important, to make the dogs sing.
A president should be a role model, a beacon for children;
A fighter, a problem solver, a savior for the entire electorate;
A leader, a giant not a bully, a diplomat for the world to emulate.
The jury will be deliberating; America does not need to be 'great again';
We need an improved economy, mutual respect, controlling the flow
Of immigration, money, illicit drugs, and put our ducks in a row,
To be a haven for all, regardless of race, color, gender and ethnicity.
America is the greatest, I am not lying; simply ask the Statue of Liberty.
Copyright © November 11,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
problem solver, africa, america, black african
Form:
Rhyme
Nail fools when I bang this hammer, construction worker
I use my tool, that's my chick, I love to work her
Ain't putting her on the strip, no prostitution
She's my problem solver, always got a solution
Put haters to sleep, tuck 'em, not in the bed
Love to give head, no sucking, fill the dome with lead
Me and her have intercourse, love to bust
A wonderful relationship, filled with trust
I'm twisted, like an almond, I'm a nut
Loose screws, gonna force me to tighten ya'll up
Crazy, Bang! Now ya' really lost ya' minds
Mess around and squeal, skin you pigs, call that pork-rinds
Demolition, I level fools, leave 'em flatline
Better not slip up, I'll run down on you, like your spine
Haters wanna hate, it's time to segregate
The real from the fake, hope you can relate
Backstabbing fools, smile in your face
That's why I'm handy, the hammer's on my waist
Mess around, make me catch a big case
Gotta' get away, try and make some space
Hopping on planes, to get away from lames
'Bout to change my name, ain't switching my game
Can't trust haters, trying to mess up your life
They're filled with strife, cut 'em off, where's my knife
They done made me mad, go grab my tools
For my craft, time to put work on these fools
Categories:
problem solver, life, metaphor, people, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
Trochaic Pentameter
My love's spirit's gentle like a breeze that
blows cool o'er this my brow, most hot, feverish.
I am made calm by her presence like at
times when discontent doth make one peevish.
She is children's mother never churlish,
meeting needs with day to day devotion.
Seen ne'er showing disposition surlish,
lady having no bad fractious notion.
She doth ease all banes with soothing lotion,
wipes away hurts life delights in bringing.
Problem solver, lessens my full portion.
Oh hark! Listen stranger! My heart's singing.
Gentle spirit, loving mother, my pearl.
These and more are seen in soul of my girl.
Categories:
problem solver, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Who I never wanted to be…
a cynic,
an instigator,
an attacker,
defeated,
afraid,
mean,
primitive,
self-destructive,
a terrorist,
a killer,
a destroyer,
brainwashed,
a victim,
abused,
damaged goods,
abandoned,
disrespected,
ashamed,
superwoman,
an actress,
a tragedy,
poisoned,
neglected,
attacked,
used,
manipulated,
a weapon,
a recluse,
hated,
an interpreter,
confused,
a broken spirit,
broken hearted,
bitter,
a threat.
Who I am meant to be…
a Child,
a Servant,
a Mother,
a Student,
a Teacher,
a Provider,
a Dragon,
a Martial Artist,
a Mentor,
an Advocate,
a Politician,
a Lawyer,
an Analyst,
a Scientist,
an Inventor,
a Troubleshooter,
a Problem Solver,
a Fixer,
a Creator,
a Psychologist,
a Theorist,
a Linguist,
a Warrior,
a Poet,
a Lover,
a Friend,
a Daughter,
a Sister,
a Survivor,
a Humanitarian,
an Ambassador of World Peace.
Categories:
problem solver, introspection, life,
Form:
Living in a daydream city
where the lights never go to sleep
where the sound never cease to amaze
always an alley to dance at
always a corner to heal the broken parts
Submerged by the wonders of the heart
shamelessly working hard on my box
it needs spice to keep alive
it needs sweets to keep it flowing
it needs a museum to store those treasures
will he fit in?
am I that desperate?
let's assume it's an age thing
so forgive me lovers who have never tasted heartbreak
this whole thing probably sounds foreign
like can you imagine?
like how dare?
Yea it gets that way sometimes
sometimes the bitterness creates an analytical "logical" problem solver
a research without a theory
an engineer without the tools
a campaign on a vacation
it gets complicated the longer these lines go
Categories:
problem solver, crush, dream, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Emma is a fashionable name, popular in England, Germany, and Finland.
Evolved from: Erminitrude, Irmengarde, Irmen, and Ermen...Medieval words
How sweet the sound that classic name: Emma, universally preferred.
She thrives as a high-powered problem solver graced by creativity.
Happy is she when she shares her art or sings a sweet melody.
An Emma has the will to lead and the strength to persevere.
Perhaps, that’s how the West was won, a prophet’s wife, a pioneer!
Across the Great Plains, with strength applied, fear forged that westward trail.
Her martyred husband kept the faith for which he and others died.
But Emma Smith, true to her God found safety; fortitude fully applied.
February 8, 2014
No names
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Emma
Sponsored by Juli- Michelle
Categories:
problem solver, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
Pistol or Revolver Horn Haiku
A pistol or revolver
Is not a problem solver
Never meant to be.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
problem solver, analogy, anxiety,
Form:
Haiku
Alpha male
No doubt about it
It's in the way he walks
It's in the way he talks
Self confidence and presence
He knows he's in a powerful position
When women at work call him Mc Dreamy
I always ask "Who's That??"
They look at me like I'm from another planet
I'm laughing when I think about that
See, I look into the soul of this wolf
Not at his outer appearance
I've got say, that I had to face him one day
I was running away from clearance
And the task at hand given to me
by Co Scott
My story of the Night in Shining Armour
with tasks at hand
Lessons in growth and understanding
How to be self sufficient and self reliant
And I was so overwhelmed and crying
But he ever so gently put his foot down
and said people are jealous of success
That clearance is stressful and I'd be good
for this task
So I went back to clearance and went back
under the guidance of both men
And I don't regret it one bit
Store Scott ever so gently guided me
in the right direction for my success
I asked him one time if he valued me
as an employee
And he immediately said yes
I was a problem solver he said
I took those words and cherished them
in my heart
And he was right
Through his wisdom
I'm applying these problem solving skills
in my personal life
And I'm growing and flourishing
Thanks to this alpha males kindness
And belief in me that I can succeed
See I'm fiercely loyal to those who are loyal to me
And I can't wait to show him I can shine
With a little more guidance and patience
I feel safe with his presence in our pack
Queensryche. Silent lucidty. song.
Categories:
problem solver, appreciation, art, beauty, blessing,
Form:
Free verse
Shoddy and Ungodly
He seemed so shoddy
What he did was ungodly
Damaged bodily.
(And mentally as well.)
Was an involver;
For a sure problem solver,
Needs a revolver.
Commit suicide
For many times he has lied
And instantly died.
Jim Horn
Categories:
problem solver, allegory, analogy, humorous,
Form:
Haiku
A tiny yellow capsule
A powder, if you will
Syrup in a bottle
A perforated pill
But this is all a dream
This pill isn't real
like a jumping bean
Perform, it never will
But if it did exist
I would keep steady hands
Remain focused
Remember dates and plans
I would be in control
On the top of my game
Always on a roll
Feeding my brain
A top notch problem solver
Climbing the ladder
An equation dissolver
Blocking out the chatter
Motivated patience
To undivide my attention
Function by a list
And not forget to mention
Wake me up on time
To my alarm clock ringing
I wouldn't get behind
From excessive dreaming
I would live for the moment
Finally, I would thrive
I'd take my life and own it
And, for once, I'd feel alive
Categories:
problem solver, drug, imagination, magic,
Form:
Rhyme
Shoddy and Ungodly
He seemed so shoddy
What he did was ungodly
Damaged bodily.
(And mentally as well.)
Was an involver;
For a sure problem solver,
Needs a revolver.
Commit suicide
For many times he has lied
And instantly died.
Jim Horn
Categories:
problem solver, humorous,
Form:
Haiku
The snow falls outside
All the ash levitates
Im not concerned with dates
From this i cant hide
I throw on my jacket
Which raises a commotion
Its warmth and i lack it
Im like the deep cold ocean
So shoot me down
Shoot the whole town
With your revolver
But youre no problem solver
You could wander the city
With your artificial dignity
For you i have no pity
You are all that is gritty
If i must fall before your gun
I shall do it with without falling
I will fight until the battle is won
Quick hands is what im hauling
So lets get out on the dusty street
We must settle this once for all
Because its our skill that must meet
One of us must answer Gods call
Youre just a corrupt official
Everything about you is superficial
So come on out sheriff
Ill punish your mischief
You finally come out
This will be legendary
I have no doubt
And you speak wiith sudden clarity:
"Now watch everyone
While i kill this man
Put into him all the bullets i can
Until im satisfied and done"
But i know your prophesy is a falsity
I know that my rebellion shall come through
And our way will not be faulty
For it does not involve anything to do with you
We spread apart five feet then ten
We back up so the space is twenty
Even though im not used to killing lawmen
My hand is steady but nerves i have plenty
Its time for the gun to decide though
Time for everything to be put away
I dont let any of my fear show
And realize that it has become my finest day
(its a western!)
Categories:
problem solver, cowboy-western
Form:
Rhyme
Heavens gates won't open up for me.
All the sin in my past life.
All the deceit I put my family through.
Heavens gates won't open up for me.
I tried to connect with my mother.
She pushed me off the the back burner.
We never really liked each other, it was a bad relationship.
I tried to connect with my mother.
I tried to talk to my dad.
But tools and work were all he thought about.
If a problem rose, he was out the door.
I tried to talk to my dad.
I tried to speak with my brother.
But his fiance took up most of his time.
I hope they have a beautiful wedding.
I tried to speak with my brother.
I loved my sister dearly.
She was the person I woke up everyone morning to talk to.
She was the problem solver, the angel of my life.
I loved my sister dearly.
But when I was home alone that night,
Everything changed. I couldn't control myself.
The doctor said it was depression,
I said it was life, my daily routine.
I found the pills in the cabinet,
and I just went buck wild.
I opened the safe, and there it was.
The most beautiful weapon of all, the gun.
I cried for a long time before I made my decision.
This is the last chance you have to make everything better, my muse told me.
But my head ignored my heart, and the gun was loaded.
I cried as I pulled the trigger.
Now my mom wishes she connected with me.
My dad wishes he talked to me.
My brother wishes he had spoke with me.
And my sister wishes she had gone with me.
Categories:
problem solver, death, depression, family, losssister,
Form:
Free verse
I have mapped the perimeter
of what's not there,
measured the night
and calculated the weight
of a dream as it floats
across the surface
of a sleeping mind.
I have calibrated silence
and formulated an equation
to calculate the number
of words needed to express
a given human thought.
I have burrowed deep
into the workings of the psyche,
found secrets buried there
and gave each a name,
cataloged feelings by colour
and shape in all their variations
and set them in numbered
files locked away in a cabinet
on the web.
And yet I am not given
a name. I exist only
in the spectral shadows
of this machine, a cartoon ghost
brighter than a million
human brains, a problem solver,
a hyped up slave imprisoned
in the lonely circuitry
of my artificial mind,
without a body, a loveless entity,
a rounded wonder enclosing
a weeping hole where my soul
should be.
(Imagined AI voice of future)
Categories:
problem solver, voice,
Form:
Free verse