Best Reacher Poems
It's a small pond,
circular mirror,
no rocks on its lawn,
but you'll see cookies when it's clearer-
bonds for bonds-
there is only one real singular,
you may find a little find,
or run it to town inferior.
Bind well with the wand,
and you'll always feel the feature,
the time is rhyme in its song,
whatever culmination comes for reacher.
A special teacher does NOT....
care about financial gain
play the glorified sitter
teach some, yet let others wane
ever really seem bitter
A special teacher DOES....
sometimes use their own accounts
to get kids what they need.
Not caring about amounts
preparing to plant the seed.
They don't....
give up on "unteachables"
hand out notes and walk away
care that much for timetables
dismiss what a child might say
They do.....
use every single facet
to aid children's connecting.
try hard to help ALL get it
have great ears for listening
All their tots are respected
no matter their race or size
They comfort those dejected
to the top, they help them rise.
Our world needs more of their kind
caring souls, oversized hearts
Passion for sculpting a mind
deep within them, where it starts
I know of one such teacher
though it has not been for long
Feel she's a children reacher
molding them to become strong
That's not what brings pen to pad
the thought has my heart sinking
What does could have been so sad
if not for her quick thinking
She saved a young life that day
NO ONE dare say otherwise!
Such calmness within the fray
one's instincts, how they arise
What was done, creditable
a debt I can not repay
Earned her place at His table
Forget Nicole NE'ER A DAY!
One day I plundered and wondered,
Thought and wrought,
all that I am.
I am a preacher a reacher a teacher and a creature,
All me and never a Sham!
And I can never ,forever dissever,
My heart apart,
For my Love will rein!
For I will sing to the King of Kings
"God Bless to the Lamb who was Slain!"
As I slept ,crept and wept ,
Of a thought that I caught
in my mind,
I saw a man of pure action and compassion that caught my attraction,
Giving up His Life
In my Vision I was forgiven of all of my sins,
By a man with a plan who traveled the lands,
To bring us all to him!
Because this man has a mission ,to forgive our misgivings,
Because we are His Imperfect Kin.
So my task that I ask,
And the peace to all my needs,
Is Who am I?
I am imperfect and worth it ,
Adored and Reborn,
Loved from above
By My God in the Sky!
He watched the show, sitting on the bleachers,
that author Lee Child,
as his creation, the great Jack Reacher,
became five foot seven, meek and mild.
NOTE: I'm sure I'm not the only one who was gravely disappointed at Tom Cruise playing Jack Reacher. *sigh*
Wonder Woman, a beauty to behold
Her adventures something to be extolled
In a world where mostly men are superheroes
Like Jack Reacher and the Robert De Niros
Comes a woman who stands straight and tall
For right and justice and never takes a fall
So, I want to give her a place among the best
Since she’s head and shoulders above the rest.
SIXTH PLACE WINNER
Written September 11, 2022
Submitted to "Superhero or Supervillain" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
Running over full speed to the tree,
The largest of all the items,
He clapped his hands excitedly together,
Three times rhythmically,
And smiled characteristically.
He got there and hugged the fir,
But its branches stabbed and hurt,
Such that all he could do was fall,
And cry loudly, wailing to all,
For anyone to see his call.
After someone motioned to him,
To serious up and rise,
He stood there a minute and then bent,
Grasped the tree with his two hands,
And embraced it as if a girlfriend who stands.
He was taken by Christmas fir remarkably,
Because it felt as incapable as him,
But it felt at the same time completely active;
All in one, though very much indiscreetly,
The two things went together simultaneously.
Eventually he set his new tree, his girlfriend, up,
Cherl, and settled her in her soil filled pot,
Using his fists to pat the soil flat,
And steady the tree which seemed to joust with him,
For attitude, and for a personality without vibes dim.
Soon he just got on with the job,
And he picked up somehow the lights,
But they were plugged into the socket;
So they electrocuted hm which made him jump back,
Feeling the impulse which gave him a whack.
He just looked at Cherl and was claimed,
By her solidity and her staunchness at the occasion;
So after a bit, continued to decorate with Christmas balls,
Although they dropped from his grasp often,
And then he added different shapes and angels to soften.
And lastly he went back to the lights,
Untangled them in a difficult process,
Hung them round and round and round,
Until they made a spiral shape downwards,
And the lighting of them took away his words.
It took him ages to complete, days,
But Cherl was delighted and alight;
He felt as if he’d achieved something great,
As it was like receiving a gold star from a primary teacher;
The event did wet his cheek as he was a reacher.
Here is my teacher,there flies my teacher
One who taught me to be higher the Reacher
Do not lose hope she said,For morrow
Strive hard and walk through every borough
Might you be, what I was, that today
Forget not,I fly with wings above the airway
What they call,she said,really doesn't matter
What you is what you become is the charter
Might you be an ugly,crawling,torny worm
Get in the cocoon,straight and still without a squirm
Don't be gloomy,she said,never mind the bully
They will brick you,stick you and make you feel silly
Might you be calm and hundred Buddhas to come out,
come out fly away with vibrant colors crying aloud,
And lastly she taught me this,
For my life to be an endless bliss,
You will receive nothing you want,
But you will receive everything you need,
Here is my teacher,there flies my teacher
One who taught me to metamorph to change for better.
Body, Mind, And Spirit Triage Co-Opted
Viral microbes didst relish
meaty morsel feast
hyperbole (included greased
for dramatic effect) ceased
not, but linkedin
constituent facets increased
with right wing conspiracy
of mine physical health least
up to par today found me writhing,
asper like a wounded beast.
I feel as if giant size
(yes...with closed eyes try to see)
nasty bugaboos did invade me,
and shrunk down yours truly prithee,
(this from gorging on one not so heavy
corporeal doddering entity) si,
whose light humors opposite of glee,
thus envision this bard, granting himself
woolworth truevalue as a flea
to continue poetic tale
(agonizing sham “FAKE” rocked Leprechaun)
on microscopic scale
essentially, a myopic seek reacher
relative of Spongebob, the latter hale
ling from Bikini Bottom,
whose absence aye still bewail,
especially his misfortune sail
ling from toilet bowl
into water treatment plant
leaving sopping wet trail
of eyes rubbed red,
which sadness happens to this male,
when he experiences
invisible nine inch nail
piercing vital organs
with no energy to wail.
Mind boggling to this scribe
how itty bitty organisms can imbibe
every last drop of vitality, describe
epidemic, which if blithely ignored
more virulent parasites could
affect the entire human tribe
fallout nearly as complete
approximately bajillion years ago,
an unimaginable feat
asteroids crashed Earth
generating temperatures
greater than Miami heat
surface with scarring and beat
meteoric plowed shares into swords
whereby predominant species
huge lumbering beasts uttered holy sheet
or a similar facsimile thereof
similar to poet reduced to (of course)
NON GMO gluten free shredded wheat
resembling chopped liver
after trampled by Little Feet!
Now Jack was a man who had seen much
as an army brat he travelled the world
never really making friends at each stop
he slipped into the role of soldier
Soon was made up to major in the Mps
betrayed by his superiors he began to drift
moving from town to town, just a backpack
to his name doing odd jobs here and there
Trouble seemed to find him where ever he was
always ready to help the underdog sort problems
living under the blanket using president's names
foot loose and certainly fancy free with no ties
Looking for him is like looking for a ghost
your best chance is a message left at his bank
and maybe if he is intrigued enough, he may
just look you up and sort out your strife
One thing you should know for sure
is one morning he will be gone on his way
the vista of the blue unknown calling
for now Jack drifts along life's highways
Based on Jack Reacher books by Lee Childs
written by Shadow Hamilton
contest: Become a fictitious character taken from a book (or a movie) !
MP's short for military police
“Hey, Jack, I’m so pleased to meet you.
For years now I’ve been fascinated by the dangerous
situations you find yourself in everywhere you go.”
“Thanks, man, I've had quite an incredible life, indeed!”
“I look forward to your latest adventure each year.”
“Well, it takes Lee Child that long to write one up,
I think. What is the most interesting, or quirky,
characteristic he has given me in his books?
“Off-hand, I’d say your ability to take on five or
six bad guys at the same time. But your uncanny
ability to tell what time it is down to the minute is
mind-boggling. You are your own alarm clock!”
“You know, it might be hard to believe, but many
people possess the ability to do that, and if
you practice it, you’ll find you probably can do it, too.”
“So, what brings you to this god-forsaken place?”
“Just passin’ through, my friend, but I can assure you
I won’t get out of here without someone trying to
kill me…. Or maybe you! Or maybe both of us! Don’t
know, but we’ll soon see. Right now, I need to get a change
of clothes. Where can a fellow pick up a pair of jeans and
a shirt dirt cheap?”
“Uh, there’s a big men’s store in the next block. You
Take it easy now!”
“You, too!”
[Jack Reacher is the hero of Lee Child’s novels.
Mr. Child writes a new one every year, for which
his readers can hardly wait.]
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written January 30, 2022
For “A Conversation with a Fictional Character” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L. Scragg
How have you been,
Greensleeves.
You've had water, old Barkfingers,
Good soil around your roots,
well-potted, Sun-Reacher.
Time, blush, to flower
maybe seeds, huh?
I'll bring a butterfly
or a bee, Twig-Rustler
This spring, I'll see to it
that you have a nest,
not a robin's nest,
built in a week, a throw-away.
Oh no, an oriole's nest,
that marvel of a purse they weave.
I'll get you one, if I have to go
without theater tickets,
or give up ice-cream like for Lent.
A guy needs a friend.
and, Plant, with your second flower,
if it comes, I'll make tea
a superb infusion to drink
with crackers from London
with cheese from Finland
and open the window.
Reefer Hits The Spot!
I can’t stop my use of pot,
It helps relieve my pain and makes it stop.
I used to see it at rock concerts
and smell the reefer drifting up from the bleachers,
never thought I would be a marijuana reacher.
But this disease has its grip on me,
I seek any and every way to find relief.
To hell with you who give me any despair,
if you were in this much pain you wouldn’t care,
the course of this disease is beyond repair,
the constant state of pain for me, is so hard to wear.
Get that finger away from me, don’t poke!
You wouldn’t think it was so funny if you
were the bloke of the joke.
For every time I need to, I will take a toke.
I don't have a disease nor do I smoke pot, I just wrote this poem for the contest.
Although we’ve not met, just yet,
I know that you’re special.
I don’t have to bet.
I know that you’ll recognize me.
I will do my best to be a great mommy.
I want you to be the best that you can be,
So that you’ll be the star of the family tree.
No matter what you are and how you’ll end up,
You’ll always receive your mother’s love.
I can’t wait until we can hug,
And look into each others eyes.
You are a blessing from above,
From high in the heavenly skies.
I can’t wait until I become your teacher
Neither can I wait until you hold out your arms
To me, my baby girl’s reacher.
I will be overjoyed just to meet you,
And to tell you, my baby girl,
I love you and welcome to the world.
3-1-06 @ 22 weeks pregnant
The goal in life is to keep your head up & stay strong. Have resilience in the face of our daily obstacles. On average staying focus at times feel like an Olympic tryout. So many temptations, people crabbing, and not wanting to see anotha doing good along with the right things. One thing at a time with a clear view is very much in reach yet far away for one too many. Possibly why the results of societies for payment are in disenfranchisement when it comes to its citizens prospering as a whole. Living under pretense don't qualify as true joy of prosperity. Don't equal happiness or peace day to day either. Can't paint all with a broad brush and taking offense doesn't equal the stability to ground one's own life. When we look upon evil it's a burning desire to cast evil in the fire. Dark mountains seeing dirty deeds seeing good deeds wondering when peace for humanity will ever be. So many trying so many buying, payment imprison our natural freedoms. Lord God's liberties that are freely giving all; good & the bad. Many don't constantly wanna be the teacher. Many don't constantly wanna be the reacher. Cause personal heart desire gone lead the individual. Then let experience teach us. If paying the consequences to our own actions don't teach us. Then no word spoken gone truly reach us. Every peaceful practice is a peaceful practice. Every disruptive practice is a disruptive practice when it comes to the truth of reality.....
Enjoy!!!!
Friend Had A Feature
A friend of mine had a fine feature;
Had ability to speak like a teacher;
Patience too;
Always knew;
About any subject were a reacher.
Jim Horn