Best Putting Poems
Tiptoeing in the middle of the night
Certain that Mom and Dad are out of sight
Stealing away to do what I love best
Heart pounding like a hammer in my chest
There on those linen sheets, you wait for me
All spaced out, and as blank as blank can be
I close the door and hide away the key
Escaping from a life of drudgery
Once again, putting my life on the line
Though Mom and Dad say it is such a crime
Neglecting my homework to be with you
Knowing to thine own self I must be true
So with pen in hand, I lay myself down
And pray that this diary won’t be found
Author: Elaine George
Written: May 19, 2014
Inspired by my imagination for the contest
I woke up this morning
and found my face was not my own
that person in the mirror
wasn't the girl I'd come to know.
I wore a stranger’s face
and had to turn my eyes away
need to put on that makeup now
so no one else would know today.
I picked up the lipstick,
paint on a perfect smile
pull on mascara and eye liner
hide the tear tracks now, they've been a while.
Powder the face, hide the pale color
and those dark circles under her eyes
eye shadow up above to
where the bruises might show through.
Make sure the smile painted
hides the blood upon the lips
where you kept on accepting
the lies and their biting kiss.
Face her again
she smiles in her knowing
all those secrets you may hide
she is gladly showing.
“Do you like him?” She glances at the boy across the room with her lips curling into a small smile. The boy who managed to trigger her attention. But that smile of her, there’s something about that smile. It’s sincere yet it’s somehow sad. It’s broken and wrecked. Just like her heart.
“I don’t know. I’m confused.” She sighs to herself and looks away from those pair of dark black eyes hidden beneath his glasses.
She is torn between her past and the present. A part of her wants to embrace love while another part of her keeps pulling her back, reminding how love hurts her back then. She is constantly reminded of what someone did to her that molds the woman she is today.
“Find the answer yourself.” With a gentle shake of her head, she looks at her friend and smiles.
“Well then, I do not like him” and just like that she continues putting up the bricks to the wall she has been building for a while. A wall she came up with when she was left broken and hurt. It was almost complete so she decided to continue putting up the concrete walls.
Just like that, she pushes love away from her wrecked wounded heart. She needs time, more time to heal before choosing to open again.
via 2 AM thoughts.
Lovers have each other so they,
will never have to be alone.
A king has his tall stone castle,
where he can sit upon his throne.
Musicians have their instruments,
and a singer will have a song.
Religions will have holy books,
to teach them about right and wrong.
The poets have their words to give,
the baker has a cherry pie.
The dreamers have their dreams to dream,
pilots fly their planes through the sky.
The artists have their paint brushes,
and sculptors have their marbled rocks.
Teachers have their eager students,
tinkers have their toasters and clocks.
People come in many colors,
and in every shape and size.
But I can’t help but wonder when,
we’ll ever come to realize.
It’s time we stop seeing the world,
in black, white, yellow, brown or red.
Each one has a different way,
of how their book of life gets read.
What makes us think that we are right,
while others will always be wrong.
Or that we will know the best way,
to tell people where they belong.
What makes me think that I can tell,
anyone how it should be done.
When I have so many battles,
with myself that I have not won.
We must learn to love and let love,
before we’ll ever really live.
We must stop taking a bit more,
than we’re ever willing to give.
Every person should be free,
to just let their lives go around.
But all I can see are people,
just putting other people down.
Seems we've wandered from this path
Weaving to the right and to the left
Do you too wonder what's up with that
Knee deep in the mire and muck
Can't see the forest for the trees
Hatred in the falling leaves
Blowing ever now in the breeze
Let's start by putting our faith in love
It keeps us here and holds us tight
Hanging on for dear life
Look around what else can you find
In which to put your trust
The great divide is not too deep
The hill to climb is not too steep
With open hearts we all will see
By putting our faith in love
Have we all but forgotten
In Denmark something's rotten
With years spent at the bottom
Searching for the top
Marching to a different beat
Is a great need on city streets
Change the temp from rising heat
By putting our faith in love
Daybreak and I've managed
it again, putting myself
together from all the parts
left strewn across my sleep.
I seem to fit into myself
so well, a glance in the mirror
confirms the features and shape
look right. Some days I may
get the sequence a little wrong,
a trait or attribute placed
out of order, noticed when
I appear a trifle vague
or far away, a touch eccentric.
Then there are times when
I cannot clear my head of dream
and feel as though I'm counterfeit,
a clever glaze concealing
what is really there.
Strip everything away and I am
no bigger than an atom, too small
to be noticed, much less heard.
So I play my role with all
the usual artistry, keep appointments,
be polite, do the chores and listen.
The rest is too hard to explain.
I've learnt that at such times
it's easier to just stay silent.
Finally I go to bed exhausted
wondering whether you
invented me or I invented you,
drifting off to be scattered again
across the battlegrounds of sleep.
I would like to think I am
not alone but rather unaware,
a precious part of something
infinitely bigger, looking at itself
mirrored in creation and finding
how everything, including me,
fits so well together.
September 10 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 37-39
Key Verse – Ezekiel 37:6 And I will lay sinews upon you, and will bring up flesh upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and ye shall live; and ye shall know that I am the LORD.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR PUTTING BREATH IN US
Praise be to God for putting breath in us to:
Redeem us by His grace along His mercy
Refresh us with His goodness and might
Restore us toward His guarded molding
Revitalize us against grievous misery
Revive us for grand ministry
Ezekiel 38:23 Praise be to the Lord for magnifying Himself:
Manifesting His majesty and magnificence
Melting our masks of mythical mentality
Mentoring over our mobility’s motives
Mounting toward His miracles
Monitoring our morality
Ezekiel 39:13 Praise be to the Saviour for
inspiring us to glorify Him against:
Polluting problems
Prideful perversions
Propelling powerlessness
Purposefulness’ proddings
Preferences presenting no peace. Amen!
September 10, 2024
Let's put CHRIST back into Christmas and steer towards the season without fear
with no distraction of any kind to take us away from the LOVE gift he proposed
Superfluous gifts with money tags are of no use this year so we better adhere
to the treasure of His birth, a birth that was so dear that even the camel posed
Lets cook good food, gather our children to our bosom and give them hope
light your candles, use your best china, tomorrow is only a promised wind
Laugh at yourself a little, God knows you need it, its a great way to cope
be as kind as you can be, use your empathy for those who's hearts rescind
Bring the tinsel to your front window show the world that you are a believer
Christ was the light of the world and still is today, he was never a deceiver
Send Christmas cards in abundance this year, and open your heart to LOVE
it is the only gift worth giving and receiving, ...for its a one size fitted glove
Let's put the CHRIST back into Christmas and remember our parents rule,
if you don't realize by now its not about the gifts, then go back to school.
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE
LETS SALUTE THE HOLY SON..
Tip- tap-tipetty to!
Swing downtown now,
Why feel so blue?
The girls are dancing high kicks phew!
Leave your top hat on the pew,
Swing-swing-sing-a-song
Let them know that you belong!
Rhythm child, one-two- three- four,
If your’e cool you’ll pass the door,
To skip and dance and drink champagne,
Don’t hold back enjoy the game!
Ginger, Fred they’ll all be there
Ostrich feathers in their hair,
At the Cotton Club…one-two-three-four
Yes the Cotton Club... Oh give me more!
Take it away Mr Bumby!...trombone shrills,
Piano spills, the notes of fifty tapping spats,
Sounds of laughter, syncopated fits..let- it- go
We’re puttin on the Ritz!
For contest 28/8/15 Peter Lewis Holmes
I’ve been walking this road
Perhaps all by myself?
For I can’t see anyone else
I don’t know what’s ahead
But I sure know where I’ve been
So I keep on going
No matter what happens
And whatever comes my way
I will try it out
For life is an adventure
And I will enjoy the journey
While surviving the slings and arrows
That come my way
Putting on the Ritz
Those weird faces
below glamorous make up,
The enormous laughs
under those debts,
Show off to whom
lesser privileged than you?
As those affluents
will never look at you !
Luxury of the motels
and wine in pubs,
Those night lusts
and hefty gifts,
Moving in bigger cars
owning king sized houses,
Best of attire
embellished in sapphire,
False faces of ritz
truth dumped deep within.
Whence our kids
crave for foods,
And poor naked in streets
are covered only in mist,
Longing for a meal
as hunger eats mankind.
Why can't we be modest
to accept in dignity,
When at the lounge we stand,
Counting our guests
wishing there was a miss,
Showing liberty at heart
that weeps on money shed,
Hard earnings wasted
on an imitation game,
Pocketed inside out ersatz,
Putting on the Ritz !
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Written Sept 8th, 2015
For contest by Judy Konos
Awarded 1st place win
The lingering scent of an evergreen
Pine needles in the Hoover
Ornaments packed and put away
In old boxes from the movers
Outside lights taken down
The wreath removed from the door
Plastic magi figures back in the shed
Our closet door is locked no more
New toys are in the toy box
New clothes are put away
The house is back to normal
In time for New Years Day
Taking down the Christmas tree,
Oh, what an awful mess!
Needles scattered here and there,
A pain, I must confess
Tangled up in lights I fall,
Ornaments crash to the floor;
Itchy pine's upon my face,
Please help me find the door!
No one lifts a finger,
Some had the nerve to laugh;
Pine and sap embraces me,
Boy, do I need a bath!
Farewell to the vacuum,
For now, the pain is done;
Next year I'll chop another,
So tree farm, here I come!
Now there's a puzzle
connecting the trivial,
what a house of cards...
*
Gets up every morning
Puts her makeup on
Makes sure she looks perfect
Though everything is wrong
Stares into the mirror
Runs her fingers through her curls
Then she practices her plastic smile
Just like a pageant girl
Goes into the closet
Picks out her favorite dress
The one with yellow flowers
Always has to look her best
Puts on her shoes walks out the door
Steps out into the world
As she waves to all the passerbys
Just like a pageant girl
She's the great pretender
Like an actor on a stage
Puts on a grand performance
As she tries to hide her pain
They don't know the sadness
This ache within her soul
The hopelessness, the loneliness
She's hollow, never whole
But she does her best to mask it
She keeps it all inside
Hopes no-one has figured out
This masquerade's a lie
So she meets their expectations
Gives them what they want to see
A silly, vapid happy girl
Lighthearted, weightless, free
She deflects them with her sparkle
Her smile white as pearls
Bright and wide but empty
Just like a pageant girl.