Best Reese Poems
(a disastrous morning Sonnet)
I am the very model of a girl who’s late for morning meal,
my charger failed, the printer jammed, the morning’s start has been surreal
I lost a scrunchy and a shoe, I had to use some dry shampoo
my Keurig had no k-cups too, so I’m feeling like a total shrew!
Our pre-dawn jog went really well, but now the morning's gone to hell
I couldn’t find clean underwear, I’m desperate to charge my cell,
I got some soap in my left eye, I stubbed my toe and nearly cried
While brushing teeth and hair in haste, I wonder why I even try.
Anna’s got an attitude; she’s not someone who’s normally rude
her hookup so ‘experimental’ has an irregular sleep-in schedule
how’s she going to get to class if she’s babysitting sleeping-lass
I guess I’m not the only one, who’s schedules simply come undone.
I woke her with a gentle voice and soothed her out—we had no choice
My morning happened to sideways go—but it fueled this grandiloquent tale of woe!
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A song for this:
Something Stupid by Michael Bublé and Reese Witherspoon
On January 5th 1992,
God whispered in Nathan’s ear.
Oh, it seems like yesterday,
But it’s been seventeen years.
God came into the hospital,
And clutched him to Thy chest.
To accompany his little soul,
Onto his heavenly quest.
Before he parted earth,
And left for the above.
He felt his father’s warmth,
And heard his mother’s love.
And after all this sadness,
A place in heaven is our reward.
For Nathan is safe and sound,
Up with the Lord of Lords.
Though he left you as an infant,
Up in heaven he has grown.
For today’s the anniversary,
That God called Nathan home.
______________________________
This is for Gary and Elizabeth Reese,
I have written you a poem from my
Heart to yours, may God bless you
and Happy New Year...Raul
De'ron " The Cron" Issacs,
In the best shape of his career,
ripped, the world champion,
through adversity he'd persevere.
Never tasting defeat,
king of the streets,
beating the opposition,
by the swiftness in his feet.
Contorted facial meat, bruising
body blow after body blow.
Weak knees ensue,
Darkness looms,
"Cron" chants boom
as he stands reputed.
A reign of terror,
De'Ron the undisputed
Some notable victories:
** Christain "The Holocaust" Frost:
K.O., 1:54 into the second round:
Out matched, a bloody mess.
Confused by DeRon's finesse.
** Kriss "The Kiss of Death" Seth:
K.O., .58 seconds into the first round.
Caught with a flying knee, surprised
by the move of his former ally.
** Reese "Satans Seed" Reed:
Submission, 3.24 into the fouth round.
Brutal ground and pound, a monster!!
Gave his back to be choked out.
** Byron "Iron Fisticuffs" Gruff
K.O., 2:10 into the second round.
Two broken ribs, he was revered.
Disappeared, now lives recluse.
Jared Pickett
3/2/2010
Asavvy1
On top of the mountain the eye can see
What down in the valley is hidden from thee
Down in the valley there's things that conceal
But up on the mountain there's much to reveal
When you're down in the valley of worry and woe
Taking your knocks and your licks with nowhere to go
When you're just about ready to give up on life
Because you are having so much strife
Remember those mountains you once were on
Where peace was abundant and a race was won
When the future seemed clear as a crystal stream
When you were on top of everything
Remember the One who got you there
When you humbled your knee and you said a pray
Not for a day or a week but more then a year
Now each time that you prayed it you were sincere
What has happened to faith, the faith of a child
Why has life dimmed it truth when it should of gone wild
See when your down in the valley of worry and woe
That's when your faith has its best chance to grow
Now faith without works we are told it is dead
But when it's in action those fears will have fled
So if you want to see those mountains anew
Put your faith in God then do what He tells you to do
This poem was written on 10/12/14 by Charles Reese
A darker song reaches skin and bone,
On panel streets fading steely gray,
Long and far, I fear you are gone.
Dark clouds are melting in time,
Touching the days of humid spring,
A heat-wave dancing too far within.
The mirror speaks, “You are now alone!”
While asleep you cast a fated twin.
Careless to say this is not forever,
Under the night, eyes stretch like leather.
Missing you now, my breath goes astray,
You beckon me here to capture the fray,
Only to see you gone from my view,
With less than hope, I go my own way.
Lizette Woodworth Reese
Spicewood
The spicewood burns along the gray, spent sky
In moist unchimneyed places, in a wind,
That whips it all before, and behind,
Into one thick, rude flame, now low, now high,
It is the first, homeliest thing of all--
At the sight of it, that lad that by it fares,
Whistles afresh his foolish town-caught aires--
A thing so honey-colored, and so tall!
It is as though the young-Year ere he pass,
To the white riot of the cherry tree,
Would fain accustom us, or here, or there,
To his new sudden ways with bough and grass.
So starts with what is humble, plain to see,
And all familiar as a cup, a chair.
During the time before television came to our home, My dad sat there in his car on many a dark Southern night. And I was somewhere close by, enjoying a wonderful
game of Major League Baseball on the radio.
O, there were several teams in the majors like The Pirates,
The White Socks and The Red Socks were popular
teams. But in my town in Northern Mississippi, baseball was all about the Cardinals, the Dodgers, and the Yankees.
There were many sights and sounds of baseball beaming from radios and television sets. I must say that I mean no disrespect to other good and decent sportscasters,
but Harry Carry and Pee Wee Reese made us feel like we
were there in the stands.
My dad had lots of friends, but two were rivals in the game.
There was his friend, the Yankee man name Mr. Baines;
And then, Mr. Mon, his other friend, was a Dodger fan.
But my dad’s heart was in St. Louis with Stan the Man.
In the memory of my mind, I can hear those games now on the radio.
Those nights were dark and hot, but the baseball captured and calmed me.
Reading newspapers and enjoying a baseball game on the radio were two
things my dad and I shared together. But also, later on, we obtained a television. With the snapshots tucked away in the frames of my mind, after 50-plus years, I can still see the Baseball Game of the Week.
I'm rather certain that neither my dad nor his two friends ever graced the stadiums of their teams. I'm proud to say that it was through them that I developed a deep love for the game. So, in a way, when I saw two games at Wrigley Field in Chicago, they were there also; or when I enjoyed two games of the Giants at Candlestick Park in San Francisco, they sat right next to me.
They say that baseball is America’s great past time experience;
but for me, baseball was always about ‘now and then’, ‘today, and
‘tomorrow’ too. It was about a little country boy fantasizing
and dreaming today about what could be tomorrow.
Written 042010; Entry122422PS Contest, Matt Caliri, Poetry in Motion
The National Pastime, Phillip Garcia
also: (Screwed XV11 Contest, Rod Carmack; 10th Pl)
Reese is a Hollywood star in demand
Southern belle mixed with, "Yes Ma'am"
Till she got pulled over
For driving not sober
And cried, "Don't you know who I am?"
We've had our differences, we've had our fights,
Now you're gone, yet I’m doin alright.
A month and ten days it'll be four years,
I miss you mom, and I wish you were here.
It was crazy times and a war,
But I still wish you were here and we'd party at the bar.
I think of you often and miss your voice,
But it's not like we had any other choice.
One day we shall meet again,
And who knows... Maybe next time we could be friends.
Love you. R.I.P. Teresa Marie Reese (8/13/1964-8/18/2009)
How do you get the most out of life
Just be the best you, you can be
Don't focus to long on others success or strife
Just be the best you ,you can be
Chase away fear that says you will fail
Don't focus on what others may say
The naysayers words you must assail
Put feet to your faith while others delay
Decide what you want to have out of life
Commit to the process and see it through
Let go of things that causes such strife
Stay on a course that's strait and true
When the road gets to rough to walk alone
The Lord above can see you through
He gives us skills to finally hone
He gives us more then we are due
When you get to those markers in life
That shows that you've progressed
Despite the woes that cut so deep
You'll know the reason for your success
When asked how you did it
When the race is then won
You will be able to one day say
I was just the best me I could be.
Written by Charles Reese July 10 2015
Charles Reese 8/21/14
When a player goes on line
To play a game or two
But you find him missing meals
He's addicted through and through
He's says that he will be okay
That he's just having fun
Today you see the chair he bought
It has a potty for the bum.
Now addiction he won't admit
Though it's plane for anyone to see
He still lives at home with momma
Playing with his xbox though he's thirty three
He used to have a job
Plus a girlfriend who loved him too
Then came another Final Fantasy
Now his games is all he'll do.
I think of you throughout the day,
Then far into the night.
I think of you though far away,
I wonder at your light.
You outshine all others,
With beauty so divine.
I cannot see another face,
My darling love you're mine.
I hope and pray we'll grow so close,
To where we're one in thought.
I dream of such a precious day,
You are the one I've sought.
I never want to lose you dear,
I want you by my side.
That's what I dream of through the day,
My heart so wants to glide.
Remember now I care for you,
To bring you near I'll try.
I'll give you love that's from my heart,
Together we can fly.
By Charles Reese entered in the contest The Sweetest Touches of Verse - Poetry Contest
Rapid City, South Dakota
I always like Fall best
You can eat buttery pancakes
From huge Ihop
And Omelets
And Toast
And skillets
And lots of Reese
And Butterfingers
And Twix
At the colorful gas station
And listen to
Nice relaxing music
On the hill
At the Mt. Rushmore
And go to the Corn Palace with
My friend Troy
And go to the baseball game
And watch the sunset setting
The snow is blowing hard tonight
The north wind is giving such a fright
It howls at me all night long
As though it sings a violent song
The animals are tucked away
Some sound asleep til springs thaw days
The snow now blankets all I see
Jack Frost is working on most every tree
The fireplace burns it's wood so bright
With flames that light the house at night
It's warmth now feels so very neat
I put my arm around my sweet
Some of our friends come into view
To share some laughs and a bite or two
We'll talk and laugh the night away
We'll get to bed at mornings ray
For the right me a winter poem contest
Written by Charles Reese 11/14/15
8/22/14 by charles reese for The Through The Mist contest.
A mist I have for now in life it seems
For when I'm looking down the dusty road
The haze that it creates it seems a dream
What will the future be in my abode
I cannot help but try to sail this stream
Though I may never see what's in life's load
The mist will clear in time I have been told
As long as I will walk in life quite bold
CHRISTMAS TREE
A decorative tree, Usually
In the winter time
developed in early modern Germany
Traditionally
A Christmas tree
Is a decorative tree, And usually
It is an evergreen conifer
One such as a Spruce, Pine or Fir
Christbaun
A Christmas tree
Taking of these kinds of trees in the homes
In the later half of the nineteenth century, still goes on...
Decorated trees with roses made of colored paper apples waffles tensile and sweet meats
Apples and round ornaments fruit of knowledge of Good and Evil
Representing the Book of Genesis to be illuminated by candles
ultimately replaced by Christmas lights after the Advent of electrification
There's a wide variety of traditional
Ornaments
A Christmas Tree
Covered with garlands, baubles, tinsels and candy canes
And a Star or Angel would be placed at the top of the tree
Oh What a Beautiful Vision this would be
This star would represent Archangel Gabriel
Awesome may felt the Star would represent
That of the Nativity Star of Bethlehem
A Christmas Tree
Oh, Edibles of gingerbread yum, chocolates would be held on the tree
Tide by branches with ribbons
All this is done on the first day of Advent
Customs of the same faith hold to traditional
Days what's celebrated sake
A Christmas Tree
Also known as Yule-tree
Set up every winter time for you and me
So before the the 18th century German initiation custom
Tree worship was common among the early European pagan
Trees Reese and Garland symbolizes eternal life
Oh that smell of Evergreen all around the house smells fine
Stand up a tree for the birds during this time
All Beauty this be
This...
The Christmas tree
This the origin the how's and when's
We stand, we set up
The Christmas Tree
For Contest: CHRISTMAS TREE
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
12/12/17
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