Best Reacted Poems
She thought by marrying an older man
She would forever look young in his eyes
He led the way, ‘twas a child that held his hand
Until he met with an early demise
Older now, she finds herself attracted
To young men more likely to outlive her
But my, oh my, how her peers reacted
With choices she made, they could not concur
Fiftyish gal with a thirtyish mate
He showers her with such great affection
And he doesn’t mind she can’t procreate
But from old friends she's scorned by rejection
These friends have husbands who are cheating now
For men have desires to feel young as well
Their marriages hang from a fragile bough
As these men fire blanks at much younger belles
*Entry for Dr. Ram’s “Cougar Effect” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
Whiskey on the rocks, advised by my doc
combats dementia, so bring on the blocks
no need for a glass; I'll have me the bottle
with a big bowl of ice this baby I'll throttle
The whiskey's gone, now a brandy'd be fine
my inside's on fire, there's a hoop up my spine
swigging from the bot comes at a price
I'll temper the fire with whole blocks of ice
The flames have been doused; rum, if you please?
my head's in a clamp; ice will loosen the squeeze
now, be a sport and pile on the ice
two bowls or more I think should suffice
Three bottlesh down, all on the rocksh
my tootshiesh are shtarting to curl in my shocksh
my shmile is chemented, my lipsh glued together
my fashe the feel and texture of leather
Twishe left, thrishe right my head ish shwinging
short, long, short, long my earsh are zinging
either I'm crosh-eyed or my brainsh have been fried
elsh why are my legsh by three multiplied?
I'm freefalling on shixh feet firmly earthed
alternating twixht lower and then upper berth
vocal chordsh tangled, shizhably crimped
I'm walking with a lishp and talking with a limp
I'm teetering-tottering or tettering-tortering
I've no clue which ish which and given up wondering
the world ish a blur; I musht be plarshtered
the liquor went down well; ishe warsh the barshtard
On all foursh – nay, twelve, I reach the bed
now I'm pondering and shcratching my head:
am I waking up or about to retire?
I shimply topple over, my whole being on fire
In the Land of Nod I'm harnessed by tether
in comely dreams of cowboys and leather
when plagued by a swishy feel in my bladder
swelling as fast as a pregnant puffadder
Abruptly awakened when a stream emanated
unable to move, still intoxicated
stuck to my bed and severely drenched
nausea ensued in the encompassing stench
How my stomach reacted I'd best not relate
suffice to say it was a full freight
soiled and hung-over, a word of advice:
liquor's fantastic but steer clear of ice
You are beautiful,
You are smart,
It's time to grow up,
And follow your heart,
You are different,
And unique,
Look in the mirror,
And tell yourself,
You will be you,
Maybe not a model,
Or even a beauty queen,
But your heart of gold,
That you have inside,
Makes you all of that,
And more to me,
I don't love you,
For what you look like,
Or even what you have,
It's your personnality,
And sence of humor,
That makes me glad,
Don't ever let someone,
Put you down,
Be that special person,
I know you can be,
For there will be someone someday,
To realize what they let go,
Because of how they,
Reacted to you so,
Be who you are,
Not what others want you to be,
I love you,
Cause you are you,
You have opinions,
And choices you make,
You will figure things out,
For yourself,
Just don't ever,
Lose your faith,
Remember that person,
Thats wrapped in your heart,
Give them your love,
For everything will be fine,
Just move forward,
One day at a time,
Your not super man,
Nor super woman,
You will be fine,
I hope this helps your morning,
To make you see I love you for you,
Someday will be a dream come true...
When you were born...
a gift you received.
Invisible knitting needles...
can you believe?
The yarn started out white,
then you added the the colors...
depending what happened
as you reacted to others.
You are the creator of your own scarfs design,
It's based on life's lessons...
let's keep that in mind.
The longer the scarf...
the warmer you feel,
as the cold winds of defeat...
are right on your heels.
The negative remarks that get you to question,
your value in life...
may I offer a suggestion?
Start knitting yourself in the opposite direction,
just ask God for help and his loving protection.
Good thoughts of self will make your scarf grow.
At the end of your life...
the results they will show.
With each negative belief...
your scarf will start to unravel.
One can not go back...
for there is no time travel.
You are the knitter...
so It's all up to you...
believe in yourself...
and to yourself always be true.
P.R.Deremer
To err is human, to persist is the devil’s way
God forgives us, so some act in a godlike way
Though seems difficult, but a good doctrine
To err is human, to forgive is divine with option.
Suppose a man slaps you on your left cheek
Offer the right one? Will you hit him back?
Perseverance is the diabolical two-way notion
Err is human; to forgive is divine with option.
Message of the English bard in Measure for Measure
“Judge not lest ye be judged” of Matthew’s Chapter
The Duke judging Isabella’s forgiveness notion
To err is human, to forgive is divine with option.
Ireland case of wrong breast cancer operation
Diagnosis of the cancer is hard said the surgeon
Reacted pathologist, smile, unfair to sue surgeon
To err is human; to forgive is divine with option.
Laugh when you can, apologize when you ought,
But let the things go of what you cannot convert.
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First place win in:
Contest: To err is human forgive divine by Audrey Carey
Imprisoned and The Want For Freedom
We Retreat and try so hard to be discreet
Denied Intelligence, we're considered inadequate
and mistreated with violence
The King of our country promises he will bring peace
Our School is taken away, we face much ridicule
With Strength we hope and pray for extra length to our life
Precious Princess in her ivory tower and ours aimless
Priced Gem all so shines, but we are condemned
Our Blessed souls, are torn from our bodies and branded
We Light and direct towards relieving others this plight
2/6/2015
Schoolgirl Malala Yousafzai was shot in the head by Taliban gunmen - her "crime", to have spoken up for the right of girls to be educated. The world reacted in horror, but after weeks in intensive care Malala survived.
Tragedy (Sijo)
On impulse I reacted to frenzied screams, shrill calls for help;
Ran towards the blazing house where flames rose high, but all in vain…
A sudden wave of nostalgia sustains my reminiscence.
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Tragedy (Sijo)
On impulse [3] I reacted [4] to frenzied screams, [4] shrill calls for help; [4]
Ran towards [3] the blazing house [4] where flames rose high, [4] but all in vain… [4]
A sudden wave of nostalgia [8] sustains my reminiscence. [7]
Once I shared a long hidden secret with the one,
I thought was my friend, through and through.
But little did I think it would hit back on me
Like a boomerang, breaking my heart.
She betrayed my trust with my reputation at stake.
Within days, it became a juicy gossip,
A fodder for many to ruminate and cud.
What was ‘whispered in the ear was shouted from roof tops’!
Behind my back, many used it against me.
With them, my secret became a sharp tool.
They used it at will to cut and bruise me.
I lost my sleep and reacted brashly.
It became a wound that began festering.
I longed for a release from my pent- up wrath.
I wondered if I could glue up the broken shards,
And become whole again, my former self.
It took a long time, to come out of the resentment.
But with the passing of time, the pain began to fade
And the heart once broken slowly started to mend
Not to have a repeat, decided to set my boundaries marked.
That bitter experience taught me some vital lessons,
Which I won't ever forget in life.
My hindsight told me that I should change,
In some areas where I am most vulnerable.
Learned the hard way to be more cautious
To guard my secrets and never spill the beans!
Also not to venture to be all open before others.
Never again shall I struggle to fit in
With a loose tongue, in any company
Just to entertain others with frivolous talks!
I am also careful not to rashly blurt out my feelings.
How I wish to become more prudent and discerning
In choosing friends and trusting them!
I also resolve to always keep my calm,
Even when I know my words are misinterpreted.
Looking back on all that has happened in life,
I don't think I have many regrets.
All my experiences, good or bad have been signposts,
That led me to where I am and who I am today.
Still there are some things I wish I hadn’t said at all.
A flame igniting a flamboyant amber,
foaming water shot through the air,
people on the streets sharing fear,
as the smoke spilled into their eyes,
humid breeze carried the cries,
as the blackness from the smoke filled the skies,
Company Number Two was the last to arrive,
then the horror struck,
penetrated the heart,
visions of sorrow ripped it apart,
A blizzard of eyes stared at the sky,
as a child walked on the roof,
and not ready to die,
apparently was trapped inside,
frustration and anger had its fill,
as each face that looked up was frozen with chill,
as the harsh reality set in,
and the flames punished the building,
knocking the child off,
everyone watched as the child seemed to fall in slow motion,
but through all the mess, and the commotion,
it was Company Number Two who reacted,
They saved the child from the fall,
a life spared and proud emotions standing tall,
as everyone gathered to wish the child well,
then there was a mystery, a strange story to tell,
everyone turned to thank the firemen who knew exactly what to do,
but when they looked around,
there was no Company Number Two.
I board my little metal box early in the dawn,
Adjust my seat, fix my mirror, turn the stereo on,
I love the drive, I live for the day,
And I am generally accepting,
Of all those little experiences,
Life shares with me along the way.
Check my mirrors, watch my speed,
Keep that safe distance that all drivers need,
Tense up my neck, stare into the next car,
Give people intense looks from near, and from afar.
All of the sudden, something within me jumps out,
Did I just curse, did I actually shout?
I’m only going from here to there, just a simple commute,
But there is a collective static that I cannot dispute,
As I glance at the other drivers, with that protruding vein,
From all of the anger, stress, and strain.
They all look like the angry guy in my mirror,
That is staring them right back again.
Break checking, tail gating, horns blowing,
And all of those one fingered salutes,
That my fellow drivers are showing.
Have I lost my mind? Is the traffic beginning to slow?,
Did I just call that little old lady,
A bloated warthog for not staying with the flow?
I finally reached my destination and my patience is gone,
My nerves shot, my anger boiling over, as the day wears on.
Why Oh why do I love to drive,
When just getting there wrecks my day?
I cant point the finger and blame others for my anger,
When I reacted in exactly the same way.
There is a solution to this though,
There is more than one way out,
There is a way to have a good day to this you may score,
Have others drive so you can talk,
Leave earlier and walk,
And of course, that is what a bus route is for.
A Dark Fairytale
As I was chained, I breathe in.
As I was burned, I breathe out.
As I was cut, I looked down.
As I was broken, I looked up.
As I was destroyed, I closed away.
I had killed myself damaging beyond any repair.
To keep myself closed I chain, cut, burned, and destroyed what was within me, isolation my fear around me. But suddenly as I had nearly been kindled to a shivering light, something braver and stronger then I appeared and took me and held me and once again I was fixed and this is what happened;
Suddenly I breathed in as I was unchained.
Suddenly I breathed out as my burns disappeared.
Suddenly I looked up as my broken body mended.
Suddenly I looked down as my cuts faded.
Suddenly I was opened up and my destruction was nothing more then a dream
As my knight, you entered that shadow and held me now I grow with a unprofaned radiance.
I was held once more, and my soul emerged.
I was spoken to once more, and my mind went blank.
I was kissed and my body reacted without a second hesitation.
And before I could run away once more, I was trapped.
Unlike my prison I lived in a fairytale, in were I don’t want to live this place anytime soon. What happened then and what happening now are so fair apart it hilarious.
I’ve forgiven the past, not forgotten it. Prove never to make the same mistakes or else be locked back inside that tower I call my mind.
Let me in brave knight, into your mysterious ways.
Let me in brave knight let me have secret passages into that world of yours.
Let me in brave knight so I can truly capture you.
I was as cold as ice even more then winters hail, but you with a ridged past that icier then I could have imagined is as warm as the summer sun and sweet like spring air.
For saving me, for taking my heart, for releasing me, I’ll become everything you want and then more, I’ll stand by your side and hold you like you held me and I shall be everything you need.
My sweet Knight.
Gems and precious metals are talking about volatility...
Many of the Metals said that they differ only in weight while the Gems claimed that they differ only in their cuts.
Craftsmanship is one criterion in selling one's worth, beauty and prowess of any precious gem or metal other than cut, clarity, weight, color and carat.
A gem asked, "Is volatility only applied on big-time players -- buyers and sellers?"
One precious metal reacted, "No. Everybody here is big time. And we are all here."
Another gem asked, "How do you do the buying and selling here?"
Another precious metal reacted and said, "We raise one open hand and push it forward to sell or a reversed open palm pulling it towards you to buy."
That's how trading in stock market started.
Doctors say we should get plenty of sleep. Here is how an aging citizen reacted:
After exclaiming, “O Lord, let me rest,
For I’m weary and my body is bone tired,”
The old man slipped deeper into the fluff.
His chair slowly reclined.
Eyelids became sandbags, breathing slowed,
Feet, leaden weights.
With mouth agape, nasal noises rose in the room.
He dreamed of striped watermelons.
His torso soared like red-mottled gossamers,
Undulating over golden forsythia fields,
Slowly upward toward cotton clouds.
O sweet, invigorating rest!
Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heaven laden,
And I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28 KJV
The world shared some turmoil; what went wrong?
that was the question, deplored the argument;
It’s all about Pope Benedict’s address
given to his old university at Regensburg
in Germany where he had taught –
a number of years with total commitment,
genuine dialogue and contribution.
His theology speaks about history and faith
its rationality and intellectual debate
meant to participate without any regret;
with relationship between faith and intellect.
The darkness of a new episode or story to tell,
barbarism that the Pope fears in this generation;
perhaps abuse and neglect of fundemental values
that’s growing decadence of moral continuation.
It’s how he sees now the postmodern Europe,
in different ways where there are revelations;
a climate of relativism and shared influence
secularism in the service of separation.
What’s binding in his theological rejoinder
church’s original faith expressions and traditions
a cultural product of time shared with modern trust
revisited and highlighted with modern ideas.
Plato and Aristotle are indeed proponents
of Greek philosophical tradition;
their influence in the medieval Latin formation
shared some dialogue along with revelation.
What was exactly quoted in Pope Benedict’s address
referring to Manuel II Palaeologus
“show me just what Muhammad brought that was new,
and there you will find things only evil and inhuman,
such as his command to spread by the sword
the faith he preached.”
There’s a vivid brusqueness in this statement,
however, he explained between faith and reason;
the Muslim world reacted with anger and conclusion,
that Pope Benedict had denounced the Qu’ran in its existence.
Not in his own personal view how he said it,
without any polemics to pounce on its evil meaning
Qu’ran as an unmediated word of God;
the message of the Prophet it descended –
on Muhammad; it came from God.
Hostility continued to draw the line of division,
A process of theological need and understanding
With shared witness and value in today’s relativism,
Pope Benedict had reason completely credible.
Is this the school of metaphysics,
The nullifier of ontology?
The diluter of pluralism,
The supporter of monotony?
A description of the virtues,
Depends on the physical existing;
Objects, people, colours and tastes,
Not a divine attributes listing.
What you teach in assembly,
Influences the life of every school child;
A glance, a look, a gesture, a stare,
Beckons mental illness beguiled.
All beliefs should be acceptable,
But humanistic values should centre,
For an understanding environment,
To cherish the individual’s banter.
There’s really not so many ways of life,
All can be categorised to make a few,
So that each family can be understood,
Whether loved, or by the child reacted to.
All too often I just so wanted, needed,
My headmaster to know the poems in my head,
Every night, just so that I could cope with life,
So that he would have good orchestrations.
It only takes a moment to slyly dismiss,
A pupil who’s from atheism’s stance,
But a legislation on school assembly,
Would give many kids a chance.