Best Prospect Poems
Vague words lead poets to heady heights far yonder
If we, like Wordsworth, seek a path to’ wander.’
But words there are whose power is less prolific,
Dwindling fast the more they are specific.
Sententious and meaningful are rhymes
Which great poets have utilized at times
as when a line whose somber end is ‘womb’
finds in the next one that ends with ‘tomb.’
Or when a line that sadly ends with ‘death’
Is cheered next line with ‘heaven’s living breath.’
Poetry, they claim, is vast and universal,
But entry to it so often meets reversal.
Screwdrivers ,it seems, have failed, to join the race
What cruel fate has offered them no grace?
‘Appetizer,’ ‘sliver’ and - oh yes- ‘scuba diver’
Bring little help the shunned screwdriver.
Can rhyming slang yet save the day?
Let’s ask a Cockney on the way.
“Sorry, mate, I don’t know neiver.”
Envoi
If there’s a will, then there’s a way,
An optimist will tend to say.
Is there answer? No chance ismissed,
If we give the ode just one more twist.
The approbation for approval of a bountiful elicitation.
An evocation that is a stimulant.
As it calls up (draws forth) a particular class of behavior.
Thus, we draw out an altruism for the philanthropic devotion,
To the said principles; henceforth, being compliant and acquiescence.
We follow tradition accepting standards and agree.
Let's reinstate and make a conception and promote.
Ethical characteristics of self-effacing and resourceful ingredients;
Mild unpretentious attentiveness of an expedient plan.
A creation of to pass from one state to another.
Replacing the incongruity to find the true direction.
A change that could help streamline a new threshold
This our our nation to endure the many wonderful opportunities.
There can be great tasks ahead.
Allow information to be clear and in a few words;
Brief, but comprehensive.
Embrace the forward notion of staying appreciative,
And positive for the great people and things in this world.
A prospect of the derivative to find the real direction.
I was working for this South African company,
For its Lesotho registered segment.
I wasn't of the long serving ones
But a relative new comer.
Here we were in this industry:
Sales for an insurance company.
I had something of a different style
To how things were generally done.
Small premiums with government stop order
Were highly valued and rated.
They had fewer chances of lapsing.
But I came with a different hand.
If you're going to work normally,
Not limiting your market,
You couldn't just focus on the civil service.
The policy of the company agreed with me.
My business was viewed sceptically.
I thought I'd leave the company!
All the courses we ever attended
Confirmed that I was on the right track.
The business world could also invest!
Of course, the risk of lapses was there
But that was a natural thing,
And it depended on the quality.
A prospect, a lady, wanted to invest
A really big single premium.
Armed with on the job selling skills
And sincerity and integrity,
I showed the superiority of my plan,
Compared with those from competitors.
The biggest challenge came from across
The border in South Africa,
From the bank where the money lay.
I had to be the field Marshall
Leading into battle my boss.
Not my immediate boss but his boss!
Never underestimate experience.
I saw it sparkle at crucial times
From my senior manager!
We clinched the deal, the lady signed.
The single premium left for Lesotho!
It was thitherto unknown.
It was history indelible!
I didn't verbalize about it with my boss.
I let it speak to him from the page,
Saying: "One and six zeros!"
Today the trophy sits in my cupboard!
Where is the hope in the stars?
Tonight they shine not in celestial glory.
I must find them in my grief,
Those traditions of lost allegory.
Life was never so intense
Too easily cast away from the body
So have we been tossed aside;
Left behind without amnesty?
Tears have no shelter here;
That pointless overflow of our true hearts.
They can never last on our skin,
As consequence for life departs.
Death is a powerful soul;
A choral softly uttered by night-
Sung to the setting sun,
Perilous to its unfounded might.
The truth was here
The letters were sent
The mistakes were seen
The marks were clear
The proof was real
The smudges were seen
The words were unclear
The perfection had an imperfection
The vision was never clear
The journey was often a somber one
The time is now gone
The past survived to bring me here
The chapters and chapters continue
The words now have meaning from that past
The mistake has reason
The marks were clear; I was in a hurry
The mind raced with excitement
The laughter was there
The imperfections made a perfected decision
The writings must go on
The letters must be sent
The truth is here
The imperfection is the perfection
The journey lives on
If it's true that unfulfilled expectations
And no prospect of a better future
Shake a man to his foundations
Then our world must have system failure!
Many decisions can't be right,
Many reactions can't be polite!
Peachy at first glance
A keeper or a hustler
Only time will tell
Trust your instincts but beware
Should your prospect go astray
sappy valentine
brown-eyed largesse broke my heart
a little, too much—
godspeed ahead…my sailor
celebrates the day we met
February 2022
David and I met 42 years ago on Valentine’s Day
in Navy “A” school. He brought me to see the
submarine trainer - awooga awooga (or gaga for short ;)
Once again back to the routine,
spending eight hours within the pretty hate machine.
My outlook is better than it has been for a while,
yesterday was the first time it felt good to smile.
All I can think about, the one's I love to make myself complete
I never wanted to let go, my commitment is concrete.
It feels so good to talk to you without reprisal,
living out my day fooling myself in denial.
Another lunge in the rollercoaster of life,
My prospect for you, my beautiful precious wife.
I am really bald on top.
But still I grew my hair.
And now I don't know where to stop.
I truly just don't care.
I'm 59 and live alone.
So no one to impress.
It's longer than I've ever grown.
Sometimes I look a mess. :)
It's funny how the time goes by.
And it just keeps getting longer.
I just let my freak flag fly.
As resolve's just getting stronger.
Actually, I don't look bad.
But I don't look that close.
These days it's more than just a fad.
Quite ridiculous, I suppose.
I see some women wear theirs short.
I notice that more now.
I guess that they are just that sort.
But I'm enjoying the wow.
Something like this can make you think.
And wonder what the heck.
Some probably say I shouldn't drink.
And I'm dead above the neck. :)
Well one more phrase and then I'm done.
It's getting kind of late.
After all, I'm just having fun.
It's just hair, it's not my fate.
Peace is found when people come to their senses
Stop the bickering and contentious debates
Words of anger fortify our defenses
Peace is found when people come to their senses
We should make restitution and mend fences
Arguing is one of our worst human traits
Peace is found when people come to their senses
Stop the bickering and contentious debates
C-loud beneath the sky
H-as its own silver lining,
E-xpressing new hope.
Topic: Birthday of Cherry "Che" Cadano (March 15)
Form: Acrostic Haiku
A partly cloudy day befalls the stage;
Actors from left to night remain a page.
In this near future
I’ll never die
I must never open my eyes to cry
In this near future
It seems I have cursed this presence of life
I have placed doom
Upon any courtesy of essence due to what’s right
Your angel of light
One flash
A simple loan of your most treasured belongings
And in my vaults of anguish shall rest your ash
Messiah of arched smiles
I’ve carried this burden
For time has been measured “a while”
Summon me perched in hurt
I have searched for the warmness within your smirk
Beyond my pieced together songs
My emptiness lurks
Never the less it’s all in further efforts
Yet in this near future
I’ll never die
I must never open my eyes to cry
In this near future
Disaster shall not be worn
Therefore the pieces of this song
You shall not mourn
Look up to the mountain so high
according to your eyes, it's very far
it seems way out of your reach
so many miles away from being a star
Realise there is a calling upon us
this calling has a divine hand
one that power's not human
but is eternal forever to stand
Rise, rise and rise so he cries
there comes a time to rise on high
then our eyes see above the clouds
even the moon and stars look so nigh
Our statures will touch the skies
when we stay close to form
irresistible is our call to rise
then we'll resist the storm
Higher is your prospect
to rise from earth's drain
the prize is ever up there
so leave behind the last pain
(Quote
'We never know how high we are till we are called to rise, then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies'
- Emily Dickinson )