Best Push Aside Poems
As dawn breaks across the rugged land,
vague shapes begin to blurrily appear.
images of mythical creatures now seen
briefly then brushed away they dissolve.
Is it these images that give legends birth?
the tales of Unicorns and dragons?
The stories of three headed beasts
that wander through the mist shrouds?
Pea soup mists that you can almost push aside
abruptly vanishing as the sun burns them off.
Leaving the landscape we all know and accept
yet memories remain of fantastical things.
That re-emerge in our dreams
leaving us with uncertainty and
knowledge deep down within
that mist cloaks and blinds
what lies beyond the veils of time
I long to cup each flushing cheek
My palms to hold her precious face
Her lips mine also wish to seek
With gentle kisses there to place
Be clear the sky no cloud to hide
Delights my heart is plain to see
Though dreariness can push aside
Does naught to halt her mystery
Her mind a magic melting pot
Blue eyes bright, her soul reveals
A spirit that is fiery hot
How easily? My heart, she steals
To hold her close and tenderly
Beneath a dreamy moonlit sky
And when she asks, “Do you love me?”
“With all my heart”, I do reply
Dear Sadness, take your chilly air
Lonely loveless to surround
Go from me and my despair
For my true love, at last, I’ve found
It's easier to tear things down
than it is to build
Fewer every day have love
many more are killed
Some would rather look away
than to lend a hand
when a needy person's day
doesn't go as planned
Ripping someone else apart
by word of mouth or pen
is the latest social craze
done time and time again
You just insulted someone's mom
with fingertips on keys
but never knew she's suffering
a horrible disease
That young girl who is overweight
your comments cut her deep
and you all had a hearty laugh
like herds of rabid sheep
Some who came across your path
had nowhere else to go
but hatred and sarcastic wit
were all you cared to show
People aren't obstacles
to roughly push aside
humanity is family
from which one cannot hide
Strangers might be future friends
whose names you don't yet know
just open up your hearts and minds
and see where life will go
I shouldn't have to say these things
they should be understood
but human beings typically
choose evil over good
Spread kindness everywhere you go
so little is the cost
for it could easily be you
whose life is nearly lost
Let someone lean upon you
if they find it hard to cope
you never know when you'll be called
to be someone's last hope
The parachute just will not open,
As I spiraled, free falling to the ground,
This nightmare is happening again,
Never able to leave this merry-go-round.
Another day of struggle and strife,
In a throat hold deadly dangerous grip,
I’ve lost the concept and meaning of life,
Drowned in self-pity waters I do dip.
Love can neither rescue or save me,
Falling faster than the pouring rain,
On this rafter lost on the high sea,
I know in my heart I have nothing to gain.
They say that misery adores company,
In my case, this is neither right nor true,
Wishing that I could one day see,
And live a life never feeling blue.
***
The other side of me is light and free
As I'm soaring the skies like an eagle
High and jubilant, nothing escapes me
On top of the world, a ruler, regal
Who does need sleep? I don't, I'm writing
Poem after poem, and in between
I paint, play guitar, I am thriving
The most wonderful person ever seen
I am at full speed, creative high tide
No one can follow, I love you all
All that worried me I now push aside
Trying to forget about my next fall...
Why can't I have some balance, always!
Where I'm creative, and not feel bad
Where I can sleep, happiness stays
Without knowing that I'll soon be sad.
...comes the force of awakening
like tenderness and fire
an intimacy that stands at the edge of new
time works differently
reshuffles life
in heart hammering excitement
invested with hope
to push aside the boundaries of impossible
two people shaped by each other's needs
drawn together in physical ease
when words shake down reserve
when touch morphs into love
sometimes tangled and knotty
like heartbreak in country music
if we just climb high enough
if we have the courage to carry on
if forgiveness transforms silence
disputes fall by the wayside
we change through loving eyes
vows that summon us forward
that never numb with age
Does the world know what it ought to cherish?
to woo a full humanity
to mend the battle scars of war
when we know a visionary change
that lives on
in the love we leave behind
Stretched along the silent winter garden
thrives a cold, dark dirt blanketed in olive decaying leaves.
Beneath the food of natural fertilizers, life emerges from its long hushed sleep
in sprouts of pale yellowed seafoam tender tiny greenery
with shoots of seaweed blue tinged daffodills
that push aside the hued lime grass carpeting.
The faded colors lost in the long white winter, rises,
in emerald peekings of a snowdrop wrapped in hazel eyed hues,
lush colors bleed into the awaiting shamrock meadow below,
escaping the melting and discolored snow.
Life springs forward to welcome the new season.
along the roof moss grows freely along the edge in pickled shades
thriving and living as a neon florescence in the sun
and the world is once again,
reborn to pistachio and clover imagery
lying where the green grass grows again.
It comes across as anger
But really it's despair,
It may seem bad tempered
But it's just because you care.
For you know where they are going
You know what's up ahead,
And you know that you have no control
And it fills your heart with dread.
Once again dragged down a path
Where you don't want to go.
Anxiety for company,
Watching your worries grow.
But you bite down on your worries
You push aside your fears,
For there's nothing that you won't endure
For those you hold so dear.
Maybe you have no control
But what you do is care.
So whatever path they stumble down
Your love will take you there.
This tempest of emotion
In time will surely ease.
It very nearly broke your heart,
And brought you to your knees.
But God, he gave you courage
The strength to endure all,
To be there for your loved ones,
And catch them when they fall.
~The Cradle~
Leafless arms extend full length.
Embracing in their curves an empty cradle
Tucked into a cozy arbor still lingering
With the scent of apple blossoms full grown
Crafted from borrowed twigs, a stolen yellow ribbon and
Pillows of soft green moss
That cradled three tiny eggs, color borrowed from the sky,
Growing into a promise of soaring into sunlight,
Waiting within the guardian
Now dreaming through frozen nights -
Sanctuary, decorated with frozen dew,
Quietly brooding-
Ready to receive the kiss of Heaven’s blessing -
Listening for the flutter of first heartbeats
And newborn wings –
Hope giving birth
When daylight lifts up hands to push aside the darkness,
Witness of the cradle born again
From borrowed twigs, a stolen yellow ribbon
Redecorated with pillows of soft moss.
Chiffon Lace
So much that I want in you
And so much to push aside
So much they try to stop me
And so much I try to hide
So much, let's come together
So much, and then I cried
So much this gloomy weather
It's too much
I so much tried
You're all I feel inside me
Inside I feel so high
Sometimes I see you see me
And sometimes afraid to fly
Sometimes I say you're "My Girl"
And sometimes I see me lie
So stay let's play forever
Someday you'll feel the same
Just stay and we're together
Today let's watch the rain
Today to come inside you
Today I feel this pain
Someday I'll get to hold you
Someday you'll hold me too
That way I see inside you
I hope to see you soon
Then one day we'll watch the sun rise
From the bottom of the sea
We'll laugh and play together
Forever you and me...
Blissful, stunning, BEAUTIFUL is my dream- where I am lost in a green
rainforest, d r i p p i n g , and lush. Sultry with mist and haze, and
echoing is a tiger's roar hidden. For a moment it silences the BIRDS
and then, they resume their rambling beautiful s o n g
tenfold. A purple butterfly drifts by and I push aside wet magnificent leaves
hypnotised by the amazing foliage. I see that on my arm are many vines
twining. In the BREATHLESS hush, my long t a n g l e d hair is billowing
as I travel on s e a r c h i n g in my wondrous steamy journey
knowing, that the rainforest's curious creatures are watching me, oh
incredible is a BLUE hissing snake and an amazing little orange frog
nourishing itself on a w e t ravaged leave. My mind is alive with thoughts,
glorious and astounding. Words are creeping with rapture, to my dripping pen.
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March 10, 2016
Submitted to the contest,
Second Place Only Contest III,
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
For the contest, Breathtaking,
sponsor, John Hamilton
(Judged March 12, 2016)
Second Place
“Dreams Coercing Memory”
You want cherries jubilee
with a little Krug champagne
but soft custard is just the same
when reality plays its game
by the spoonful
morphine comes
to save the day
the light changes
subtle refractions
of dreams coercing
memory
long elegant fingers
poised painted apricots
those false '70s fingernails
tremendous talons
for Tchaikovsky takeoff
gracefully shimmering
glamorously sparkling
eyes smiling, clicking keys
without fear, the notes become
a romantic Chopin mystery
pianola peddles
next to her laughs
and says with glee,
a good exercise
back then, we didn't
have the time, says
the matriarch smiling
just like a mother
come to collect
on the other side
her sister, hand on shoulders
sits next to her
a Nightingale Linnet
the number
at pianola
3
one number
most
profound
one number
devine aligned,
most hard to forget
or push aside
kept close
in Love and loved
for all eternity
this one
as 3
should never hide
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
LM/HMM/LJM
17.9.23
mlb, klb, llb
Take away assumption
And let's rule out the guess
Push aside the doctrine
And see what there is left
Strip away emotions
Sentiment and pride
Then maybe we can start to learn
Why Jesus really died
The Good Book simply states
That death is the wage
That sin will surely pay
On our final day
Christ was but a teacher
The best to ever be
If you read His spoken word
It's "That truth", that'll set you free
The world is mostly brainwashed
That path is broad and packed
More concerned about appearance
Instead of how to act
Religions teach obedience
and burdens man will guilt
then pummels him with rules
until his spirit starts to wilt
Love and only love
Is what we are, here to learn
To think like Jesus Christ
In all that we discern
THERE is one that can save you
Just look into a mirror
Then close your eyes a moment
To find him even nearer
MID-SPRING
It is mid-May,
Mid the welcome of spring’s changes all
Over the norther hemisphere;
Amid still growing joy with strolls through
Parks and fields, admiring the all
Of after Winter,
And here, still growing in our own ways,
We live:
The long blooming mass of babies (born after 1945);
We,the vigorous, overwhelming, well-meaning,
Once new generation, now with
Slower action or being taken on the avenues
In wheelchairs through
This year’s disturbing Spring
With its news of impending environmental
Crisis, wars, injustice,
And pandemic hatred and illness.
Here I may be seen by the wayside, abloom at
The end of an ambitious, climbing vine of
Morning Glory. There! Off the topmost
Dried-throughout branch
Of a magnificent, ancient, gnarly tree,
Which cradles me
I pray from here ——
Hanging confidently at the tip
Of Glory’s vine,
Against the mid-day’s sun at its highest. So,
Squinting, maybe see me against
The blanched-blue sky,
Ever close to the promise of God —
Dangling, reaching
On sweetly…down, trying
To keep a longer hold
Onto my rising fragrance.
The full area of my petals’ centers appears
Still whiter than the higher clouds, despite
My contours maybe trying to edge brown
And curl.
In the traveling breezes, I do not always
Even seem to feel my pleasant bobbing
On these warmer airs;
Nor with each dawn do I seem to feel
Quite as bright, or light or spry.Yet
To and in Nature’s eye, I
Remain here aflight
— Even ‘tho, yes, on a vine,
Observing the earth, keen
For the surprise
Of some sprout bursting
With awesome strength
To push aside then out
Free from under a stone,
Using its force against the greater mass,
In a motion
To find its unique
Space of light for life.
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(c) sally young eslinger 6/3/22
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Tiny dirty hands layered in filth, grim under the nails, what dread do you face as you toil and toil throughout the long frightful day?
There is no comfort behind broken walls, no comfort in mothers arms, no safety offered to your wondering soul. Tiny hands scavenge for food, finding only aged bones with little meat, few scraps to feed your aching abdomen. Those hands so small, so cold, trembling uncontrollably, wrapped around your petite frame, your mind replaying “How will I survive today?” But you toil, toil on.
The water there is none. Only blackened pools of thick mud and how you long to taste the cool refreshing drips on your tongue, to soak your calloused and bruised toes, but that fantasy has long been gone.
Feeling as though you where made to suffer, made to grieve, want and never to obtain you start to weep. Those hands, those tiny dirty hands reach up and gently push aside the free falling tears that seem to never stop.
Though you can’t see her, her pain is real.
A child of hunger, a child of fear, her wanting is palpable, honest, and correct, no lusting just dreams all shattered by circumstance and sadly she is not alone.
So as you sit in your homes surrounded by loving faces, grand objects and perfectly set dinner places, give thanks as your hands, clean and untouched by poverty break bread.
Maybe I'm an old soul
The things that should appeal to me are not interesting
Some probably think that they should be
I'm in the hip-hop generation, but current creations make me believe
that this world has no morality
Scantily-clad women dancing on the hood of cars
Beautiful women with no intelligence become superstars
Anorexia is acceptable, and should be detectable
The wickedness in this world is incredible
Men are leaving women with children to raise alone
Little children wake up and wonder where has daddy gone
Drugs are accessible at any given time of the day
The only thing that we can do is pray
Music isn't music anymore, and I listen for true creativity
It seems real music is an endangered species
Men enter prison, and some never see freedom again
We must think before making descisions
I'm an old soul in a young body
Even though I have made some mistakes, I am still somebody
To the youth of today, I must say that we are the future
We cannot push aside the God who our country was formed by
Meterialism and wild, riotous living will only lead to financial and
physical ruin
What are you doing to make this world better
This old soul is being wise and humble.