Best Regular Poems
Satisfied in no satisfactory way
I eat my dreaded shredded wheat.
Ugh.
An everyday food bringing me no joy.
A pattern I have fallen into at breakfast
Reminding me of mundane things
Bringing a mean dose of regular into my life.
While I dream of pancakes with syrup
and whipped cream, slathered in bananas
with a dollop of pudding.
Those days long gone,
When I could eat whatever
I wanted, and not suffer.
I suspect in my feckless youth my folks thought me rather slovenly,
Obnoxious, averse to work and associated with dubious company,
But Air Force sergeants dealt discipline with lingo at times unsweet,
Convincing me that life is easier if things are regular and complete!
They taught me to hang my clothes on hangers all facing the same way,
With buttons buttoned and shoes shined which I observe to this very day.
I prefer button-down collars; my pants must have a crease and pleat,
Because you see, I insist on things being regular and complete!
The Caddie DTS must be washed and waxed to a perfect sheen,
And when dining out, woe to the chef who screws up my cuisine!
My lawn must at all times be the best manicured on the street,
Because you see, I insist on things being regular and complete!
My barber must see that my eyebrows and hair are neatly trimmed.
The barkeep must serve my beer ice cold with all the suds skimmed.
I like folks who keep their word, show up on time and are discreet,
Because you see, I insist on things being regular and complete!
I detest cell phones and the 'magpies' who on them endlessly blather,
Especially when driving or dining; they work me into a seething lather!
I reckon some folks think me an old curmudgeon and rather off-beat,
But dad gum it, I insist on things being regular and complete!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
I read a poem when but a youth
That inspired me to something simple see
When I was young and in poor health
A regular man I wanted to be
I worked and prayed to be the best
At the simple things in life I knew
My health got better and so did the rest
With the struggles in life I grew
Now math was my passion from little up
Though I had to leave school when only a tween
My learning continued for I wouldn't stop
From someday obtaining my dream
You see a dream that is followed
Will take you as far as you can believe
So for me subpar would simply not do
For I had much more to achieve
Now I would still get my schooling
Though I needed no school to learn
I would get the info from wherever I could
A high school degree in time I would earn
Now manual labor is all that I've done
To earn a living you see
But I am still working to overcome
For a regular man I still want to be
Now a regular man continues to work
To be the best that he can be
He doesn't give up when things get rough
But will overcome mountains you see
My life I feel is far from through
For there is much more my faith can see
I know with Gods help what I will now do
Yes a regular man I will someday be
Wrote August 11 2015 Written for the Childhood Dream contest.
Sometimes I meet people not even meeting them
When I like what they say
And then I really feel there are things above poetry
Which I love with my honest heart
I will be checking for spelling, grammar, hair style, and regular flossing
Mostly I do it all the time as I love good word but also good
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My poetry
27.08.2016
I used to be something special
But now I'm just a regular Joe
I used to be able to carry a tune
But now my gravely voice is too low
I used to be able to dance a jig
I could even do a doe see doe
But now arthritis has hobbled me some
So now I'm just a regular Joe
I used to be something special
With all that long curly brown hair
Now when I give that mirror a gaze
I can see there isn't much up there
I can't sing, dance or grace a mirror
But I heard you reap what you sow
I earned what I got, special or not
I'd rather be a regular Joe
They say it's a regular show,
When the ground starts to snow,
And the flowers take a bow.
They say it'll be over before I know,
Just when everything became white and aglow.
I bury myself in a place deep below,
Crush the seeds of spring they sow,
Near limpid waters that swiftly flow.
Of all the things I know not how,
To make it last forever yet I vow.
My Regular Day
by natalie
As the first light breaks,
How the hawks soar above me.
The sheep graze alongside me,
As the colors of oranges, reds and pinks shine
brightly
When the cock sings his beautiful Morning song,
The new lambs will perfect day commences.
Fervently my dark-grey led hits the bare paper,
That's when I portray all that I have seen,
The hawks soaring, the sheep grazing, the cock
Singing and the lambs prancing.
Ah, the beauty in one morning.
Now! Its time to add all the stunning colors,
The scarlet-red mixed in with the carroty-orange
mingled with cherry-pink,
All rightly colored as that morning that took my
Breath away.
The chilly water tickling my toes.
The composed minnows gather around,
As the fox hides in her den.
The butterfly slowly flutters above me.
The two dragonflies dancing their duet,
The strong smell of fresh mint fills up the creek,
As the creek slowly flows with the sound of tingling
that follows with it.
The refreshing breeze blows on my face,
Cooling it down from the temperate sun.
When the day comes to the end,
The radiant stars slowly gather around me.
The hawks take their slumber,
And the mysterious owls take their place as they now
soar through the sky,
The warm, puffed up mother ewes snuggle their
young while they go onto their nightly trance.
As the strong rem stances proudly on the hill
watching and bravely protecting all the sheep.
The crickets take the tough cocks place and cries its
nightly song,
As for me, well, I take my rest as my dreams fly by,
Hoping that the next day will be another regular day.
Well I was born a Trinidadian
Then I went to America
I was living in the cold
But I still like my hot pepper
I live there along time
But I never use a Yankee twang
And every where I go
People knows I’m a Trinidadian
And I’m nothing special
I am just a regular guy
So woman if you love me
Don’t expect the moon and sky
But I am a romantic
I like to romance the woman i love
I will treat her like an angel
Who just came from above?
Everyday will bring her flowers
And make her breakfast in bed
Comfort her when she not feeling well
Put oil and squeeze her head
I will take you shopping
And hold your bags in the mall
And get you the smartest phone
To talk to mom when she call
A woman don’t want a player
She wants a regular guy
Some one who truly loves her?
And will never make her cry
I will make candle light dinner
And stew chicken, red bean and rice
And if you feeling thirsty
Will give you cool drinks on ice
Trinidad men love their women
Value them more than diamond and gold
He will give his woman his t-shirt
And walk bare back in the cold
So when comes loving you
My love is bottomless
Will make your life a vacation
Full of joy and tenderness
So beautiful woman
You are my universe
Will work morning, noon and night
To put money in your purse
And this is no sweet talk
Cause I am just a regular guy
But when I love a woman
I will romance her till I die
Yes I am just a Trinidadian
Deep down to my bones
And I really miss my woman
So let me cal her on the phone
I believe,
therefore I breathe
the collective id down at
the mall.
Salvation in the actions of
our gridiron greats,
our pro golfers,
our game show cops,
our East Village actors,
our runway planes of even beauty
that some how forgives me,
bodes me on a raft of commerce
through this J.C. Penny moment...
This...
Jacket, a 42 Regular.
Like my octane
like my system's timings;
a structure in harmony with the spheres,
the sages,
the rock of ages: Manna
from the radio...
sustenance,
driven....through dreams and slants,
the clouds occluded,
a pair of matching pants included.
I want to retire
Like the Pope,
Maybe
Meet him for coffee
And carrot cake
On a leafy boulevard
And people watch,
Putting the world
To rights
Like a couple of
Regular guys
And walking with
The spring
Of untapped youth.
Sensitive skin
Scraped by sensitive information
If I don't know who I am, then what will I tell everyone?
A scuba diver without his mask is just a body in water
A father without a child is just a stranger
A lion's head on the wall is a symbol of wealth,
Not strength
If I don't know who I am
Then what will people say about me when I'm dead?
How could this possibly have happened to me
With the apple in the pig's mouth?
It’s not as red as my cheeks when I’m around you
But it’s fresher than the lines in my head to try and impress you
But you’re still my good luck charm
And always will be
And how could you be God with all those rips in your pants?
The doctor said, sometimes words fail
But I need to trust you
When your holding the scalpel in your hands
But how could you be God when you need a dog to protect your land?
The doctor said, sometimes words fail
The doctor said, sometimes words fail
But I have to choose to trust you
When you’re the one holding the scalpel in your hands
If you wanna be a leader,
You have to lead once and a while
Part of a lion’s prowess
is standing tall on the highest rock
When no one else will
If you wanna be a hero
You have to save something once and a while
And writing letters and putting them on doorsteps
Is not the same
I wish you held me as close
As you hold the pill bottle to your side
It's so sardonic how you act like it's nothing to depend on them
If you wanna be a hero
Then you have to save something once and a while
And the way your pills have given you a new life
Is not the same
A preacher without a story is just a scammer
A lawyer without a paycheck is just a liar
And myself without defining traits
is just a shell of what I could've been
If you wanna be a beautifier,
You have to feel beautiful once and a while
Since when did hating ourselves become satire?
Only when it boils over, is when we yell to cease fire
And I’ve never cared to be popular
But everyone loves having fans
And how could you be God
as such a harsh judge of character
without a gavel in your hands?
It is 3:48 a.m.
regular people are sleeping.
Proof that I am irregular
Just one more nail in my coffin
I stare at the clock
3:49, 3:50, 3:51, 3:52, 3:53
Maybe this will lull me to sleep
3:56, 3:57, 3:58, 3:59, 4:00
My whistling and wheezing have returned
4:03, 4:04, 4:05, 4:06, 4:07,
Twenty minutes of idiocy
Regular people are sleeping
Hortense Halle was a regular hoot
She bought herself a new cottontail suit
Hula hoop earrings
A pair of pink wings
She never did fly ~ but boy, was she cute
When my walls I face
Or round my room pace,
My gaze windows meet
And my two eyes greet …
The same as all doors
But stigma do bear;
Better on all fours
In my finest wear
Through all types of doors
And face foes’ teeth and claws
Than through a window
Asking Barking Bingo!
On the spot ‘Burglar’
After valuable,
Save Room’s Regular
And it thinkable:
One’s door key mislaid;
Dodging The Not-Paid …
Windows then Garlic
Doors, Alcoholic;
Not of the same smell,
One your doom could spell.
I A FLIGHTLESS BUTTERFLY
I was deaf because mine eyes were fixated on lips that your words were dripping from
The lips I could see being purified and baptized by a shared glass of rum
you asked me to help with something but you were just as capable as I
And when you’d leave and return it was always loveliness my eyes did espy
You asked me a litany of questions when you wouldn’t answer one
But I’d know more about truth when our conversations were done
All I know is that your thoughts of joyfulness impressed me so
And when asked if I thought our love would come to an end I prayed to answer no
When I first saw you I was stunned by your countenance divine
The first thing you said to me that made me smile I recall line by line
So here’s what we’ve established thusly and up to this point
It is your tangible tenderness that the essence of you came to anoint
But love isn’t always confetti floating gently to the ground
It ends when something tells you that you’re losing what you finally found
Because love is more than dancing on a rooftop on a speckled sky night
And two hearts that meet and both souls suddenly take flight
Love is working to work it all out for the both of you
Love is vowing to do whatever your lover wants you to do
Love is springtime when lilies lift their heads to the sun
But as fleetingly fast as love had begun it can too easily become undone
© 2011.…… Phreepoetree