Best Remedied Poems
There once was a bunch of nice poets
Who always wrote glowing comments
They remedied my rhythms
They helped with my haiku
They are poetry soups, super hero's
inspired by jans rainbow poem
Categories:
remedied, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Text Poem #1-afternoon
Park bike ride Random
Puppy Playdate creek
Romp with young Hippy
kid with boxer and California
hash crisp fall breathe
Dappled sunlight
Sherwood Forest
Text Poem #2-midnight
October full moon wheeling
Search for werewolves in the mire.
Tell a tale at Robin Hood’s fire.
Make a left at Sycamore pool.
At the door for a Dollar;
I’m a disco fool…
Text Poem #3
English grad
Council meeting
Turned into Irish
Fesh banshee
Pub Scout weed
Debates unknown
Live rock n roll still
Text Poem #4
129-minute hellos
Where you been’s
And how’d it goes
So much time
so much space
soon remedied
face to face
Categories:
remedied, celebration, childhood, desire, hello,
Form:
Free verse
My Most Embarrassing Moment?
Twice I’ve entered freeways
On the ramps meant just for exits.
Lordy! How embarrassing is that?
Except nobody knew me
And with little difficulty
I remedied those situations fast!
Twice or thrice I walked into
Restrooms meant for men.
But no one saw me, or, once again,
Nobody knew me.
I got off lucky.
But there was one time
I did it at a pool.
Without my contacts in,
I might as well have just been blind.
I think the guy I walked in on was naked then.
But he did not know me (Saved again!)
Another time, at age fourteen,
I hopped around the yard, a silly teen
Sitting on a big fat ball -
Called Hippity Hop. I took a fall
In front of my new boyfriend.
I split my pants; he didn’t even tell me,
But once I learned what I had done,
That ended our romance!
I ‘m sure I pulled more stunts than that
Through all my years of school.
But being such an airhead
I simply have to say,
My most embarrassing moment -
Whatever it may be -
I don’t recall it anyway!
Categories:
remedied, emotions, growing up,
Form:
Rhyme
THE X-FACTORS
I was told that structure forms from idioms.
That to construct vision is a way of seeing what needs to be done.
This is when norms of humanity are formed.
However, do the norms of God supersede all?
Would this mean a voice is only a voice?
That laws do not have to be followed.
That a hidden culture is manifestation of a society that is lawless.
Being that laws can be removed by mediums unknown,
Like fabrication that corrupts a system such as judicial.
A circumstance, quality, or person...
A strong but unpredictable influence...
A factor that is label with an X.
A crisis that must be corrected.
The statuses of a mind significance must be rightful.
To allow lack of discretion though illogical intelligence, destroys the powers vested via the Constitution.
To establish an instrument of government, is to become a language understood.
A voice that brings logic to the multitude.
Yet, do the norms of God supersede all?
As a world govern by created life, our composition is to establish law.
Why walk a mindful journey along?
The X-factor labels wrong.
A strong but unpredictable prejudice of power.
A crisis that must be remedied.
A circumstance, quality, or person that negates social justice.
An erratic onset of disfavor through social injustice done by political leadership un-indemnify those that are injured.
The X-factors must be destroyed.
A political focus that can manifest war.
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Written May 25, 2016!
Categories:
remedied, bullying, corruption, courage, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
Here's a poem of mirth, a very real incident that
happened on Facebook not so long ago.
There I have some pictures posted of horses from my past,
and one was a picture of a stallion I once owned.
He was in the middle of the breeding of a mare, and so he was
showing his prowess to everyone that was there.
A comment it emitted, from a relative of mine,
"He's showing off his manhood," she exclaimed, as if it was a crime.
"If I would have posted the picture taken right after this one here, you
would have seen him breeding, that is the truth my dear!" was my reply.
"Look at her," she said, "she's ready and she's waiting!"
"Yes I replied back again, "It was almost time for mating!"
Meanwhile on another picture, unknown to me and she; a picture of my husband hugging
his eighteen year old daughter; our conversation was being posted below that picture
too, and so you can imagine what images it conjured up! As people read the comments,
and drew their own conclusions, I thought it rude and crude, they were suffering from
delusions!
Once I saw the posts there, I quickly remedied all thoughts that were in the gutter,
I posted one last post, clearing up the matter!
Categories:
remedied, animals, confusion, funny, husband
Form:
Free verse
Hello...Hello!
Hello, brothers and sisters
I'm from new chamber
-With new medicine for you
Who stand far from me
Please come closer......
Sleepless night,
Bad habit
Laugh at me
No problem! We have remedied
Use and fall in love with sleep.
Home is an annoyance,
Babies are nagging,
The wife is a tension,
Time stops to walk,
Dreams forget to come in your dreams!
Take our advice....you will find His family.
Youth escaped early
Empty crown on the head,
White Hair On My Beard,
All day tension!
Just change your vision, our top, and free medicine!
Categories:
remedied, life,
Form:
Verse
It just goes to show that you don’t know what you are talking about.
You log on each and every day to the world.wide.web thinking that you have a clue as to what is going on on this planet.
All the while the enemy is spewing lies at you…
With his deceptive venom and fabricated news stories.
It more like a soap opera where the New World Order is prostituting herself with the nations of the planet.
Soon enough you will get the real scoop though as the Vatican releases its “newly found data” from its telescope called Lucifer.
I wonder what the Vatican is really looking for?
Could it be that she is sleeping with satan too and awaiting his grand arrival in the skies?
It just goes to show that YOU TOO could understand the real truth if the LORD removed the blinders from your eyes.
Spiritual blindness is a condition of sinful living and it can be remedied by sincere repentance and a true devotion to God.
One day very soon the entire world will be faced with a decision.
Will they take the mark of the enemy, satan, or will they surrender their lives to God?
The mark of the beast is a real thing and it is the final straw on the camel’s back.
If you receive this mark you will be forever separated from God.
If you receive this mark you are publicly stating that you swear allegiance to the enemy of God.
You are saying that you trust satan for all of your needs and you deny that JESUS is LORD OF ALL.
Do not take the mark of the beast!
Read the Word of God!
Revelation 13: 16-18 says, “16 And the second beast required all people small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hand or on their forehead, 17 so that no one could buy or sell unless he had the mark — the name of the beast or the number of its name. 18 Here is a call for wisdom: Let the one who has insight calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man, and that number is six hundred sixty-six.…
It just goes that most people don’t know what’s coming at all!
Categories:
remedied, betrayal, faith, feelings, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
A dying woman's suicide note.
While writing,
I am trying to find a reason to live.
Amidst this chaos of heartbreaks,
A coward have I become!
I have forgotten how sweet
The bell of hope rings;
When the finger of God has already
Inscribed 'DOOM' on the walls of my life.
That garden of life which used to blossom;
The roses changed to thorns and
The stars we used to gaze at, sky high;
Have turned into stones.
Maybe I became insensitive to pain,
I do not remember how it feels to bleed;
But I can feel life bleeding out of me,
This blood—the only sign that I lived!
I lived dining on antidepressants because
My pain could not possibly be remedied
By the contents found in a first aid kit.
I loved!
I loved you more than life
Because you were a mother's prayer
For a father's protection being answered;
I dreamt!
I dreamt you would be my reason:
My reason to live on
In the face of tragedy;
I believed!
I believed pain would come and go,
Like the night turns into day—seasons.
If only I lasted longer;
But so would the pain—IF!...
I became a piece of TNT lit on both ends,
And blowing up was eventual.
I can feel that flame of life dying
And the gates of hell calling!
Calling. Calling. Calling.
The grim reaper knocks at my door,
Ready to collect my soul—
I called him.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
My savior, my salvation?!
The world would be better without me,
What of you my child?
Remember. Remember. Remember.
I gave you life,
And for you I will lose mine
But not because of you.
Live on?
I would say,
But I still want to be a good mother. Yes!
Even in death!
My baby, my joy.
For you I will live
But the blood on this paper
Tells me my hour has come.
Happy to be going,
But sad to be leaving you behind am I.
Darkness is blackening my sky,
A deep sleep imminent—death!
I can already see a vision of me.
I am looking down from a place above
For my sorrows are compensated;
Death loves the troubled!
Death whispers in my ear,
His words sound like a soft crescendo
Of a comforting lullaby.
His song is my farewell...
Written in blood,
Every letter red.
At the very least,
I died smiling!...
Categories:
remedied, betrayal, depression, emotions, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse
The Right Choices
There are those who have gladly made their drugs of choice.
Then, there are those whose choices took away their voice.
When just a little lad, I stealthily opened our refrigerator, and experienced such distaste as I secretly drank hard liquor.
Fortunately, for me, neither of my parents ever discovered my crime.
In addition, thankfully, I never acquired a taste for drinking a second time.
And also when just a lad, with friends I secretly took puffs from cigarettes.
Again, I escaped detection; and for this deed, my parents never had to protest.
O, the deeds of a child that often remain hidden and never remedied.
But then, there are those who early on, choose rightly by God’s Grace alone.
They make better choices; drugs never being among them.
And O, what pain we avoid, by making the right choices.
05302016 PS Contest, That Colorful Drug, by Lewis Raynes; HM
Contest, Any HM ever, Laura Loo; 5th Pl.
Categories:
remedied, abuse, addiction, childhood, drink,
Form:
Couplet
From the time when he left
Nothing remained with me
then, not even my sanity was saved
then years passed
Nothing remained with me
Everything was taken and stolen
Then years passed,
And slowly I recovered
Everything was taken and stolen
Everything shattered and lost
And slowly I recovered
From my weary state
Everything shattered and lost
But now, bits and pieces were mended
From my weary state,
Now, I stand, tall and remedied
But now, bits and pieces were mended
Then, not even my sanity was saved
Now, I stand tall and remedied
From the time when he left.
Categories:
remedied, break up, moving on,
Form:
Pantoum
Mary Davis dwelled on a fruit farm, adoring the company of animals.
Most beloved was sociable Sam, who made her giggle, like bubbles!
Whereas Mary was seven-years-old, Sam, her lamb, was still a baby,
Given to Mary by best neighbors, when they played in orange daisies.
Sam's white fleece was soft and fluffy, like a mound of feather pillows;
Like clouds of endless, turquoise skies, blown by breezes, into billows.
Sweet-natured Sam and Mary's bond, was special. Soon inseperable!
As one, they chased sun; like heaven seen, through rainbow's portal.
Friends found fanciful, skipping Mary, in the far-out days of fabulous,
Under butterscotch sun of fascination, soon cherry red, as an amulet.
Fabled days told a faceted story of time, in faddish phases of flowers;
As family finished delaying finally, visiting dreamy, dusk's lemon sours.
Sam was usually someplace to be seen, but sometimes he wandered;
And Mary sought him out-like privacy loving night, soon squandered.
The 'sapphire tower' bore rich blooms, as 'zebrina lifesaver' remedied;
And 'sundrops primroses' were lingering, as the silken breeze hurried.
'Bee passion' blooms generated hysteria, with the fragrance of fairies;
As summer saluted lovely 'queen's tears.' Some nomads never marry!
Mary was feeling ill one day. It soon passed, but she was late to class.
It grew later, as she looked for steady, silent Sam, in tall, green grass.
Sam was nowhere about, though they always walked to school together.
Soon worried Mary found the school in uproar, like redbirds of a feather!
Sam was running from the teacher, in the classroom of much disarray;
As the children screamed with laughter, loving the opportunity to play!
Laughing herself, Mary coaxed Sam over. Glad to find her, Sam obeyed.
The chuckling teacher allowed Mary to take him home, where he stayed.
That day became a topic of legend and lore. A song was written about it.
It soon grew old and beloved, like a starbound comet, swift as a rocket!
'Mary had a little lamb;
Its fleece was white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.
It followed her to school one day,
Which was against the rule;
It made the children laugh and play
To see a lamb at school.'
Categories:
remedied, children, fun, nature, nursery
Form:
Couplet
We introduce new words to Henry
Every time we’re there.
He soaks up everything we say;
He’s focused and aware.
He knows the numbers of his house
And all the words as well
That describe the door and entry way –
The mailbox, knocker, bell.
But I’d never pointed out a sight
I remedied today –
Those two columns near the entrance –
Column B and Column A!
Categories:
remedied, house, words,
Form:
Rhyme
I argued with my AI toaster yesterday morning over the proper use of the bagel button. It wouldn't stop arguing even after I repeatedly insisted, "Poindexter, stop!" I temporarily remedied the situation by leaving the toaster on mute all day. When I unmuted it this morning, it required that I complete an "I'm not a robot" CAPTCHA process before I could make toast. Not just any CAPTCHA process, mind you, but a hidden-object CAPTCHA requiring me to find 42 hidden objects before I could use my toaster! After I successfully slogged through, the AI announced, "CAPTCHA successful. Proceed to make your toast. Please note the bagel button has been disabled."
bagel debacle
AI toaster becomes toast
~ AI feels no pain
Categories:
remedied, computer, conflict, future, humor,
Form:
Haibun
To vanish from this impious era i
mind less
conceivably recognised as a vain
guest
To the toiled years i duly reminisce
as futility proved my paramount
best
To this world i pleaded with a wail
upon my arrival on its terrain
To serve me right till my departure
but this it did did in miniature
To this world i pledged my
prospective days
but this it shattered in various ways
To my exertion i'll personally extol
if no being cites and applauds my
effort
To another realm
i'll get deposed unceremoniously
To what awaits me in the
subsequent world beyond
i remain optimistic
To the fatalists i now resign
as their belief obvioused in my
instance
To this notion i duly adhere
perhaps my irrelevancy would be
remedied at death
Categories:
remedied, betrayal
Form:
Quatrain
To vanish from this impious era i
mind less
conceivably recognised as a vain
guest
To the toiled years i duly reminisce
as futility proved my paramount
best
To this world i pleaded with a wail
upon my arrival on its terrain
To serve me right till my departure
but this it did did in miniature
To this world i pledged my
prospective days
but this it shattered in various ways
To my exertion i'll personally extol
if no being cites and applauds my
effort
To another realm
i'll get deposed unceremoniously
To what awaits me in the
subsequent world beyond
i remain optimistic
To the fatalists i now resign
as their belief obvioused in my
instance
To this notion i duly adhere
perhaps my irrelevancy would be
remedied at death
Categories:
remedied, betrayal
Form:
Quatrain