Best Regardless Poems
Regardless of whom is…
Aching, my pen moves, lines hold in place
words found wandering about my heart
Ink dries with tear drop accuracy, streaked
forming in versed collections of envisioned truth
From the gallery they call, teeth bared
ready to rip the pain from any pore,
handing down punishment, sentences
that do not fit the stanza
Still I write, poetry,
combing thoughts of fine woven moments
presented in decorative motifs
with strawberry jam and blue button accents
Dangling in the midst of green tailed hate,
baiting the wide mouths of insistence steadily
challenging belief and validity
with a tarnished tea spoon IQ
Fingers tremble behind rolled down sleeves,
three-quarter dreams fall head first into
basement personalities dancing in
ugly nightmare robes, sneering
And I scribble, pristine fonts of flowery flow,
enchanted lines of wisteria wrapped creations
Weaving along vine covered fences
even as eyes peer through morning glory gates
I know this fear, you feel it too, the watching,
from every corner, tiny squares of horrific masks,
eyes floating in mud garden baths
dripping blood the color of…the color of, well, blood
But I must write, hoping you see, praying you read,
sending these phrases on braided thread
spun of love, stitched of affection, patterned desire
regardless of whom is…
Don’t we all marvel at the moon…
regardless of our religion…our spirituality?
Regardless of our politics…
don’t we all find beauty in the tree?
Regardless of who we love…
doesn’t a sunrise bring us all joy…a sunset make us all grin?
Aren’t we all amazed at the life of a butterfly…
regardless the color of our skin?
Regardless of our size and shape…
aren’t we all enamored by a giraffe?
Regardless of if we’re wealthy or poor…
don’t we all smile when we hear a baby laugh?
Regardless of our nationality…
don’t we all find inspirations in the clouds floating above?
Regardless of who we are…
haven’t we all felt the kind and gentle hand of love?
Perhaps before we speak with hatred in our hearts…
we should stop and think about the words we’re about to choose….
about all there is to gain…
and all there is to lose…
Perhaps before we act too fast…
or go to war too soon…
we should gather all together…
hold hands…
and marvel at the moon.
I know you have heard many love stories, some that melt your heart
Can’t tell you about mine but you gotta know that love is still stronger
I never had to remember all it all started, cause I threw it in the cart
But there is one I held back, so I could never go to that place that will make me die faster
There’s nothing in making friends, there’s nothing in making love, can you make it last?
Promises are meant to be kept, rules are meant to be broken, not my screwed heart
All I’ve ever wanted is to hold that which is so real, you and everlasting enchantment
Do you ever imagine how it feels to be in love secretly with the one you cherished?
Waking up each night with feelings so deep, wishing I met you earlier on
Having many things in common but at the same time knowing that nothing can happen on the ferry
Loving against all odds so silently that it kills, so slowly like a poison
Still wishing you could see through the heart to know what I have held for you so dearly
Love can be so complicated; what if her heart beats is for another and not you?
You know a lot about me, my fears, my voice, my aura, these things you know
I don’t know a thing about you, but if you ask me, I’d say ‘’I know I love you’’
What if our heart beats are in the same resonance frequency but we don’t just know?
There is this little thing I’ve had for you and which I will still keep only for you
It has grown to what I can’t hide inside for that long time you think
But I still believe that the surest Angel will always know how to fly
Today I choose to fly with you even though I don’t know where it will take me, guess beside you
The music played so loud
drowning her thoughts
her tainted face the only
testament of her battle
grasping at straws
just to have something to
hold onto
as the blissful feeling
starts to disappear -
I remember you used to smile
she thought,
what happened to your happiness?
Where did the echo of your laughter run to?
You never used to ponder,
just enveloped every moment
What made you change?
I never saw this coming
that face,
that look,
so distraught
would a hug do the trick?
Or the simple message
that no matter what,
you are loved?
It may not be uttered every day
but remember you are loved
even with a tainted face -
Suddenly the music stopped
and the refrain of
I love you was heard...
she turned around
and smiled
realizing that through all her mistakes
God still loved her…
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Twas like every November before it,
But this one came with an air of uncertainty,
For the drums of celebrations had halted in may.
When Owen celebrated his second birthday.
Fate was finally smiling at Evbareke
Those around her had thought,
For indeed she, the child whose mother abandoned just nine months after her birth.
And left in the care of her sick father,
Aged grand mother,
Family members who cared less
For her existence.
Had grown to become a beautiful girl,
Whose nature was fair,
Like the back of a ripe alimo fruit
Which falls bountifully in the Month of March.
She, the girl whose childhood
Was characterize by total neglect and
Destitution had out of nothing found favour,
In the eyes of a decorated soja man.
Fast forward to 1989.
Her civil servant father died of an eerie
Circumstance; a live fish was removed
From his stomach.
Her life regained some sanity when
The soja man married her,
Immediately after Her father's burial.
He had promised to stay with her forever
And make her happy.
But nightmares also do come to pass.
Oga soja had a first wife at home,who
discontinued child birth after two children.
Her every action brought doom
To every one that crossed her path.
Fast forward to August 93,
The pressure from oga soja's first wife
Became unbearable, but oga soja in his kind
Nature, comforted her.
After all, she has given him
Three boys with another one on the way.
Death would strike again
But this time it came in form of a mere cold.
A cold that started on a very hot afternoon
All means and measures to quell the cold were abortive.
So death was inevitable,
It came that morning when oga soja told her to
Forgive him because he had worsen her plight.
"Look after our children" were his last words.
That November she was told to marry
Oga Soja's younger brother,
Who promised to cater for her
And her children.
She refused and decided to go her way
And raise her children all by herself.
Interjection;
Do not take it too seriously
Life will happen to her and her children,
Who defied all odds to live a good life.
And when she is asked what her biggest
Regret in life is?
She would say November 1993.
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo (Pa Shakespeare)
your honor he is guilty please put him in his place
no evidence is needed look at his guilty face
the victim was business man and he a homeless bum
besides when we said freeze, first thing he did was run
I know he had no motive and an airtight alibi
but he confess to murder when we questioned him inside
The confession was obtain by the book, with good detective work
right before he confessed he fell down and got hurt
then he grabbed my baton and bashed himself three times
then choked himself unconscious, and peed his pants one time
we told him he could leave if he confess to this event
then filled him in cause he did not know exactly how it went
with much support from us he got the story down
guilty on all charges as the gavel pounded down
surely he is guilty though we did not find the drugs
his wife and kids are lying they are no more than thugs
we destroyed the house from top to bottom we have torn out every wall
we must have overlooked it cause we found no drugs at all
their has to be an answer why we found no contraband
we can not let him go, we need to arrest this man
lets take some drugs from evidence and place it in his car
surprise look what I found, guilty is what you are.
this could be a little better but I had a five minute break at work and the poem
guilty I read up here inspired it
When the bell rang
I came alive at once.
"No bells!" said the captain.
So I went inside and cried.
"Bring in the bells!" captain said the next day.
And I walked outside, knowing now
That the formula was simply unfinished.
Days are swelling with marvel, regardless.
Regardless
Regardless of what they are all about
Will write poems until fingers wear out
That in my head were in for a while
And some still don't appreciate my style.
My many poems may mostly be rubbish
But few in newspaper they would publish
I had been chirping like a little canary
While reading my lovely ones in a library.
Instead of making waves and much static
And at times appearing to be quite erratic
For myself I will write many, many more
Being it is I who them all do adore.
The cock
crows in
the
morning,
It doesn't
care who's
listening.
The
morning
breaks,
with the
sun
shining,
Not
regarding
whether
or not
men are
noticing.
Silence is not quiet sometimes it is louder than speech,
Telling of anger and dismay though it's the wrong way to teach,
Voices are used in cahoots with sound,
Properly used emotions may be unwound,
Understandings become common the latter become rare,
Expressing emotions can be difficult to share,
1 part speech to 1 part feeling,
Give time to process and time for healing,
When the day comes and you are face to face,
Take a deep breath and handle with grace,
Being grown up is often not fun,
Regardless there are things that just MUST be done.
regardless of how much botox or viagara you use
regardless of how many things you "have" to take your kids to
regardless of the mortgage
regardless of the porkage
regardless of the curtains or the lawn mower or the forkage...
(and i use the term forkage here because this is a family site)...
regardless of my wanting your
demands to disappear and my
expectations to always be
met
regardless of ...
welll...
everything
the only thing any of us really HAS to do is die.
The rest is all a choice
Green, white, black, blue, red ...
ideology party,
regardless color!
Perceived and Heard Regardless…
(Or First Movement of Beethoven/Ray Charles Symphony)
The words echoed;
no sounds were made.
Exploding images
illumed the darken realm.
Pity the ears that can
but do not hear;
Pity the eyes that can
but do not see.
Precious is the echoed imagery
painted on the silent
vibrating canvas
Stretched across the
womb of mind.
Moving fingers
having spoken and sketched,
move on—searching the silence.
In These Days,We Prayed...
If you fall,
Get up
Dust yourself,
Your burdens is not
For everyone
Its yours to bear,
Your cross to carry
Fix your life.
If money really
And truly
Brings happiness?
Why then
Do we often
See rich people
Take their own lives
Be contented,
Still live a life.
live life regardless...
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
©SpeareEarthPoetry2019
He didn't want me perfect, He doesn't expect,
He didn't say come to me when you're eventually at your best,
He saw all my imperfections, He accepted my flaws,
He said I'm here for you always scars and all,
The dream was so vivid as I rushed around,
My hair in a messy bun as I was cleaning the house,
He wrapped his arms around me from behind,
He said stop, I love you messy, I want you to be mine,
I woke up, and tried to understand,
why I was dreaming about this man,
And as I sat in prayer, God explained,
In a relationship with this man, you are one in the same,
So when you come together, you edify one another,
The love I place within you both builds and heals each other,
I stand in the middle, and this is also about me,
Because I love you regardless, can't you see?,