Best Published Poems
Dancing a tango two feet off the sod
Thanks to a poet from Brighton
So many people now give me a nod
With lots of them reading my writin'
I'm higher than ever and rising each day
Not thinking It may be a deal
I just keep on writing in hope of success
Trying to make it all real
to capture a reader
And with my words lead her
While the rest of the time I confess
I wait for the second shoe fall
But lately I'm having a ball
I remember a comic book
Wheich said "Welcome to Sorrow's End)
I belive it was Marvels's "lfquest"
Everybody who has a heart
Wants an end to sorrow
The lands of Middle - Earth are filled with dangers
and the world as we know it is also filled with dangers
Every time you dance
Either physically or on the shores of unreality
You free yourself from the harsh winds
of this mortal realm
Hoep is somethign which
we need now
Want to do the springle Ring with the hobbits?
Want to do some circle dancing or the Watusi?
Well, meet me a 7 sharp at Bilbo's house
I hear ther is a party going on......
She's looking for the answers that noone seems to find.
As the gears in her head begin to twist and grind.
With all the things she sees how does she still feel blind?
Slowly sliding into the darkness.
Making yourself disappear seems like complete bliss.
What do you do when you're dreaming of a black abyss?
She knows with every second she falls farther away.
Telling herself that this can't be the only way.
Should she just sit and hope for a better day?
Is it bad when you lose who you are?
From yourself, is it possible to be to far?
She just continues to wish upon a falling star.
Everyone says just be you..
If you don't know who you are than what do you do?
She asks herself these questions and everything turns blue.
Slowly she falls farther and farther into her own nightmare.
It seems like everyone around her just stops to stare.
In the end she finds herself asking why should I care?
Did you ever let go?
Did you ever not know?
She's wondering which way she should go.
Did you ever push away the ones you should've held close?
Did you ever wish you could escape yourself the most?
She's wishing to just be free.. like a ghost..
Now, tell me this is she simply blind?
Once more the gears begin to twist and grind.
Still looking for the answers that noone seems to find.
Autumn
She shakes her auburn hair
And Summer's loss is Winter's gain
The heartbreak moment
Here again.
A beauty tempting to the eyes
Her backdrop; painted vivid, scarlet skies
She breezes in like dancing Ginger
On reddened carpet, the silent seasonal swinger.
Whispering her intention to all who will listen
On slippery ground her garments glisten.
The naked tree exposed and bare
Stands shameless in the streetlight's stare.
And all the voices in the town
Becry denuded Summer's gown.
The green is lost. The seamless lushness
Replaced by Wintery shapeless toughness.
And yet, with all the withered fronds,
The fallen desires of that which belongs,
A hidden motivation starts
To teach our fickle, sun-lust hearts..
That while we long for sunlight's haze,
And mourn the loss of Summer's gaze,
We find that deep within our sorrow
A golden promise of tomorrow.
Hearing every raindrop
Feeling every grain of sand
Uniqueness of each snowflake
Counting every hair-like strand
The infinity of heaven
And the stars that soar within
Or eight billion human faces
Wearing resources to thin
What of all the tiny protons
Whizzing all round..
Electrons and neutrinos
Do their thing without a sound.
Overwhelming are the numbers
Or infinitesimal, it seems
Far more awesome than the presence
Is the silence inbetween.
Dark matter say the scientists
I know the opposite is true..
It's the dancing light between us
That's connecting me to you.
As Newton found an apple
As Einstein used his mind
In Leonardo's genius
So art and science combined
When Chaplin tugged at heartstrings
Or Mandela called for peace
A common theme unites them
Such that hope would never cease
Teresa shows compassion
Or Rosa Parks stays put
An inner door is opened
That may never now be shut
Keller's inspiration
The bravery of Anne Frank
So many souls unlisted
We should take some time to thank
These people never settled
For the current status quo
Confelicity, coalescence
Or a child-like need to know
We can learn from their example;
Dedication to a cause
Persistence in adversity
The human soul adores
The innocence of believing
The faith of pushing though
The mighty and respected
Were once like me and you
The world is full of poets
Even those who don't write are poetry in their own way
Poetry is the stuff of life itself
The world of verse is continually growing
As more people put pen
to paper
all around the glove
People say God Bless You and Baruch hashem
Could it be that there is a God?
Well......
After holding a series of mind-numbing jobs
I was craving escape from the track-riding mobs,
And it came to me, then, what I needed to do;
It was look for a way to begin life anew.
Now, I gotta get published, or else!
Well, I'm no dilettante like the rest of you here;
See, I need to succeed or it's curtains, I fear.
I shall not be content with your feedback because
It just isn't enough to give creditors pause.
Man, I gotta get published, or else!
It won't matter how good or how bad it might be
But on-ly that it sells and brings profits to me.
It's okay if I pander to your lowest taste
Just as long as my efforts do not go to waste.
And I gotta get published, or else!
So I put in my time every day after work
In engaging my brain so I don't go berserk.
My position's a gut-wrenching grind, but I hope
To escape before reaching the end of my rope.
Please, I gotta get published, or else!
The writer left it there
He left if for the sharp minds
Hided it to the beggers
Sealed with the chains of wisdom
Those wet behind ears are astonished
They are taken aback about a useless book
They see no greatness from the book
The writer left stories that were never told
The stories of the greats and their secrets
Encrypt with codes to unlock the futures
Envy to bring back what people lost
But still they don’t notice and look beyond
This is the book that has our stories
The book that tells of the old age
Written to change your perception
Wrote for you to have appreciation
Would it take your time to read?
The book that never won any noble peace
But the book that have all the greats in-one
Teach me to see beyond the greedy
Take me into a place where you promise me
Published Poet
I wrote a poem 24 years ago,
I have forgotten it now,
but I was paid twenty quids
and my plan was to frame it
for anyone doubt
I was truly a poet,
My wife was sarcastic of this
paltry sum she didn’t get it
I had joined the rarefied
of a poet who had been paid
for his work.
I do not do poetry comps
anymore,
the excitement of winning was
too overwhelming.
The river brings hope
It washes away.
It's banks are the place
Where the quiet people stay.
It's life is eternal.
It twists, winds and shifts.
In torrents it falls.
In vapour it lifts.
As I sit and I listen..
A new song I hear.
Watch surface light glisten
Feel anxieties clear.
I bathe and I swim
And I laugh and I breathe
I commune with creation.
Tuning in;
To receive.
In the chill I'm reminded
Of life's warm embrace.
Of the gift we've been given.
Of our time in this place.
So, drink deep from the river.
Allow it to cleanse you,
Refresh and restore;
Make you whole
As it's meant to.
Ancient trees by the water
Nod and agree
There is no better time
For you and
for me.
And the truth of a life
Ever rested and pure
Is that someday your house
Will be built on that shore.
It's where we are tested
It's where we endure.
No longer feint hearted,
compliant,
demure.
The storm is the place
where we rise and we fall.
The salty wind whips
at our destiny call.
Growls of thunder drown out
our own cries of despair;
And the darkest oppression
seems unjust and unfair.
Through the howling and chaos
with the highest of stakes.
We learn strength from endurance;
praying stillness awaits.
For Faith is the vessel
to see us to shore..
The canvas of Trust;
for direction once more.
The journey of life
and all that travails
Helps us find true perspective..
Re-setting our sails.
We need lights of a haven
to restore and repair
And God's love is the hope
that will carry us there.
When sunlight breaks through..
oh.. that tenderest kiss.
Spirit stillness returns;
truth reminds us of this..
In the harbour, untested
we are not meant to be..
For our boat is designed
for the wild, untamed sea.
No need to hide away
To shut the door
In darkness, lay
I welcome you
As warm embrace
The smile, as from a friendly face
Not loneliness, just inbetween
The voice of comfort
Not heard, not seen
I know you sit with me
And stay, when 'er I need
A friend to pray
Less than a whisper
Though, yet it seems
You comfort, encourage, caress my dreams
You're full, yet vacant
Absent, yet near
You calm with love my anxious fear
With soundless music
A serenade of joy
You overwhelm, yet strangely coy
And as I settle in this peace
You calm the waves
Smooth out each crease
From crumpled cloak I often wear
Now princely purple
Shoulders bear
I hear you
Not through sound so crude
But posture, presence, attitude
Of thankful heart as minutes race
Encouraged now
I know my place
Unfiltered Unfettered
We choose how we see
Ourselves in the mirror
Of eternity
Don't let the world shape
Who we need you to be
Inside you..a hero
Busting out, to be free
The click of the shutter.
A dangerous game.
No life is defined
By a boundary or frame..
When the people ahead
Flick through albums of you
They will know who you were
And your story.. so true.
Choose hope, love and justice
Be a person so kind
That the image you leave
Never fades over time.