Best Push Poems
We push the pen to make you feel
the gentle tapping of the falling rain,
the stinging burn of the summer sun
the heavy heart of despair and pain.
We push the pen to make you see
the vibrant orange of a monarch wing,
the secretive soul hidden in our eyes,
the golden sunrise in early morning.
We push the pen to make you taste
the sweetness of love's first kiss,
the bitterness of heartbreaking defeat
the richness of pure chocolate bliss.
We push the pen to make you hear
the clear waters babbling in the brook,
the forgotten laughter of our inner child
the cracking spine of a brand new book.
We push the pen to make you savor
the pungent petals of the red rose,
the crisp aroma of a tart green apple
the autumn air that excites the nose.
We each push the pen in different ways
with our own tone of voice and mystique,
an art form that no other can duplicate,
no right or wrong, just wonderfully unique.
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“We all have shadows in our lives,
but they are so much easier to face
when we don’t have to face them alone” – Chris Green
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I gaze the horizons of October days
tree lines in silhouettes form
Across windswept fields tightly wrapped in the haze
a few steps ahead of the storm
Clouds gather round in a sinister view
my mind tends to search for the sun
Shorter these days now that winter is due
thoughts seem to be on the run
Counting the minutes till darkness appears
dampened the air comes a mist
Strolling I smile in spite of my fears
wishes now November kissed
Cold weather calls at the end of the day
soon as the stars come to be
Still I can push all the shadows away
as long as you are here with me
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The other day I did some chores
That I’d been putting off.
It made me feel so good
But hear me out before you scoff.
They weren’t monumental things –
They’d languished on my list;
Yet every time I'd thought of them,
My brain had them dismissed.
So finally, I ordered lenses
For my months-old frames.
I had some papers notarized
For certain health care claims.
I bought a bunch of greeting cards
For birthdays coming soon.
I splurged and got some brand-new clothes;
The time was opportune.
I stopped in at the drug store
And the market, not exciting;
But then I found a shady bench
To work on some new writing.
Sometimes it takes an inner push
To get the basics done.
It’s easier to tackle more
As long as you’ve begun.
There once was a young man from Peru
Who ate a cactus plant he couldn't chew---
With a grunt and a push
It came out his tush---
In the ER, instead of the loo.
Push on through
The world is a scary place and there is nowhere left to hide;
The nightmares are hunting us down and they are crawling inside.
Run from your life, they are coming to get you;
Keep on going, push on through.
Do not allow yourself to become boxed in;
Caged inside a nightmare of a life, with no sight of a key.
Set yourself free from their bonds of security,
That keeps you trapped in debt without any hope of release.
Push on through to the other side of the night
And in dawns breaking light, you will save a life.
Save yourself from your home made evil;
Fight away the beast and search for all the beautiful people.
Go forth and multiply; this is the spell we are under.
Instincts so old, they are humanities goal
And they drive us into the arms of our lover.
Without a love to hold, this world would only kill those who do;
But with love we can make a change and push on through.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
light body turns in my sleep—clean through sheets, ghost whimpers
Inflate the ego at your own risk
lest the air go to the head
with results that few pursue
when doom arrives at the end
the race is run against the wind
lifting those who seek to fly
the balloon rising high
before falling to the ground
pushed by storms that twirl within
a gravity spun from the soul
the black hole light can’t escape
when assumptions consume grace
the detonation comes at last
between the pull and the push
more a whimper than a blast
a fitting end that few admit.
i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric
so much weight on my shoulders
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal
so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion
i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over
i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating
is your life so complicated
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value
that you dont see inside of you
just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles
till he found a way through all the turbulence
Please don’t try and push me,
Don’t hustle and crowd me in,
I need some space to find myself,
To work out where I fit in.
Please don’t try and push me,
Just let me go at my own pace,
As the tortoise proved to the hare,
There’s more than one way to win a race.
Please don’t try and push me,
Don’t assume that you know best,
Although we all look much the same,
I am very different from the rest.
Please don’t try and push me,
Just let me go at my own speed,
I know where I want to go in life
And I’m sure I will succeed.
When you wake up and realize that your meds have forced you into a four and a half hour cat nap-
You sit up and crack your neck. Yawn.
Look out the window, and see how much the Sun's glare has weakened.
You grab a glass of water and your pill box. Check the date against what is missing and what day your phone says it is.
Because your mind is too foggy to trust.
Because your doctor needs to lower your dosage.
Will you survive that?
Your thumb presses down on Saturday.
Different shapes, sizes, and colors are audited as you're still trying to survey the logistics of moving any further.
Maybe you should just skip to the end.
Take them all.
Tell the Sun farewell and cozy back up to a chemically induced facade, lit up by an endearing subconscious.
Angels sing as you push down, and turn.
Grab that last capsule and drift off like one of your rock star heroes that burnt out, rather than fade away.
But you're just a burn out who wants to fade away.
So you swallow your medicine.
Lay back down,
and wait for the encore.
-James Kelley 2016
Deep Lake....
...............Life Take
I lay on the bed puffing and panting
Couldn’t get comfortable no matter how hard I tried
I twisted and turned, oh how my stomach ached
When will this pain be over - I can hardly take any more
With one last push ……
I got the zipper of my new jeans done up!
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Like a character in a Dr Seuss book
I play the New Years “Push Me Pull You” game
Daily I stretch stubborn limbs
Into pretzel-like shapes
Hoping to mitigate nature’s downward force
I beg my legs to carry me with a ballerina’s lightness
Instead I’m gratified to lumber like an elephant
But just as surely
Gravity returns each night
Tightening my joints’ screws
Pulling my tendons’ strings
Compressing my spine's vertebrae
Ignoring my pleas
To just stay where I put them
Hips refuse to do my bidding
I say, “Swivel!”.
They reply with a half-hearted twist
Like opening a tin with a rusty can opener
They creak and protest
Surrendering minimally to my commands
I pray for rubber-band arms
As I reach behind to unzip
I receive a lock-jaw response
Elbows protrude in disjointed positions
Instead of a ballerina’s plie
My legs respond with twisted screams of agony
My neck once had backward eyes that inspired terror
In kids afraid of being discovered
Now it is straight-jacketed into a forward position
Like a soldier in a parade line
Afraid to get called-out by the commander
Don’t push us too far my muscles yell
Aches and pains too terrible to imagine
Will be your rewards
If you overextend.
Kopastetic
Not even barely breathing chest thumping like a tamburine n
Trying to be decent
But the whole situation has my chest wheezing head pounding heart leaking for what a bloodclot reason.
The explanation was just weak why not admit defeat when got the speaking
It just ain't kosher if shoe was on the other foot I'd be bowled over tenderized n put in the George forman
roll-toaster-ry
Open dialect with open mindedness
Even said of how I'm understanding this
Even tho I was so heated I was shaking n
This isn't the end becuz it was turned around on me of past tense
I couldn't even believe this but it did
Get to that extent
Yet it made no sense I open up this hidden agenda that wouldn't have been exposed if I wouldn't have
looked for why my body had sleep kept from me ......peace
TOO MANY BUTTONS TO PUSH
There's too many buttons to push each day
But there's one in particular, like a donkey I bray
I scream out yee haw
Sometimes get lockjaw
I'm totally scrambled like an egg soufflé
© Jack Ellison 2015
(Inspired by The Wulfman)