Best Request Poems
Womb Tomb
The baby loved the heart music of her mother to be!
She heard the water running
all over Mommy’s body and
breast,
As she listened so ever so intently!
“One day I will see Mother’s lovely, happy face.
It is getting way too small in
here!”
She heard the sound of soft,
rhythmic purrs.
In her tiny dreams,she wished
those sounds might one day
would be hers!
Baby Migdalia, just dreamt
thoughts of hope and joy.
A Daddy near of only such
dreams, she knew of no such
things as murder or fear.
Then, Mommy and Daddy,
In voices got very angy!
Daddy shouted at Mommy
“We have no money to raise
a child!
Woman have you gone mad?”
I became frightened and so utterly sad!
Can any of you, anyone, help me?
Have the courage to please
Tell them, to let me be born?
I am God’s present to them.
Not a beast of burden.
But myself and others, we need all of you
to speak for us.
For we are the precious future.
We are your sons and lovely daughters,
Yet to be!
Twenty-three thousand of us a day, in the USA meet this fate.
Lives ended and sent back to God’sHoly Gate.
Help us, won’t you please?
With love and deepest hope.
Baby Migdalia and all the unborn!
"LORD ~ I Have A Request"
~ LORD ~
I needn't tell YOU
what's happening these days.
This beautiful world YOU created
is hurting in so many ways!
The ugliness of violence and hate,
more and more is raising it's head.
Instead of moving towards Peace and Love
more darkness is being spread!
What will it take to have people know
that Love can conquer all?
Are YOU actually considering another flood
of forty days and nights of rainfall???
Before YOU do
I beseech this of YOU,
please give your children another chance,
to change our ways
towards peace-filled days,
and end this hate-filled advance!
I know I shouldn't put it this way
but LORD
I hate all the hate!!!
In trying to maintain a heart of Love,
I refuse to let the hate dominate!!!
Love can actually change this world
and do it one heart at a time!
~ LORD ~
Please enter and touch EVERY heart,
that's the request of this rhyme!!!
WTA-IV 7/12/2016
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The sick elephant, perished at sunset!
Headline news, tears, anger, outrage and scorn.
A worldwide sadness, her baby just born!
Monies were collected, protests in the streets.
Medallions with her picture worn,ah, hearts so torn!
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A kitten walks the street alone, we save her!
We scream, "Where is humanity's soft heart?"
Organizations formed then, for feral cats.
We pour huge funds into shelters at once.
But whay of the unborn human, about to be
killed?
Sleeping, softly in their mother's warm womb?
Little fingers, sweet little toes, about to die?
Our hearts, souls, eyes, do we in denial close.
Millions upon millions, will indeed today, die.
Never to see sun, moon, stars or bluest sky.
Taken by methods too cruel to speak.
Angel babies killed in abortion mills.
The world weeps not a tear for human loss, still!
For the unborn, all, yes I will take a stand.
In a world that adores trees more than the
family of man.
A ghoulish thought, human life surrendered.
A baby is not a bad tooth to remove by any
Governments monies, freely tendered.
Sing not to me, that you love humanity!
Nor of world peace, when our own kind we kill.
Yes, aware man wants to this world control.
This world is not yours, it belongs to God.
What good, this verse, in a so very cold world?
Why! So you dare use fetal cells,I ask why?
To use them in a vaccine, you drool for?
Their cells floating in your selfish bloodstream?
We pen about the evils of truly great men?
We hum and talk to Muses, how very!!
We buried God, we loathe free nations.
Globalism only, downing, all the rest.
Then wonder, why all the worldly unrest?
Laughing our lives away, a great escape?
Reality, no, never on our plates!
Good, unborn people destroyed,oh how we do cheer.
Unethical, political thieves and snakes we adore.
As we quill, on God's sunny shores.
1/22/2021
~3~
National Sanctity of Life Day
January 22, 2021
President Donald J Trump
Thank You!
This day to respect the unborn~
Cancelled by the current resident
of The White House on Day One.
So be it!
A chickadee flew up to me
And chirped out a request -
Please fill the backyard feeder
‘Fore I head back to my nest.
I had indeed put out some feed
But clearly not enough,
So other birds had polished off
The nuts and fruits and stuff.
I would have bet I’d never get
A message that’s been tweeted,
But I complied, for even birds
Get angry feeling cheated.
Don't go before me, please stay awhile,
I want to remember your quirky smile
and your dancing eyes and the lilt of your voice
and the way you laughed when I gave you the choice
of marrying me or, something worse,
to wander the earth forever cursed,
unable to love or care for another,
and now we've become like sister and brother.
Grown old together, and set in our ways,
quarrelling, laughing and counting the days
when we are apart, two halves of the whole,
my morning papers, my Sunday morning stroll,
your Laurel to my Hardy, the quench for my thirst,
whatever will I do if you go first?
Don't go before me, have some regard,
life without you will be terribly hard.
How will I cope? It's impossible to tell.
Pictures and memories are all very well
but they'll never replace the smell of your hair,
or being in a room and knowing you're there.
Or squeezing your hand whilst you are sleeping,
or watching soppy movies and knowing you're weeping.
If you're not there I'll be missing all this,
your involuntary laughter, your goodnight kiss.
The way you wear your specs on your nose.
The startled look when you wake from a doze.
The Gods in their heaven will forever be cursed
if my prayers are unanswered and you go first.
If you do go before me I'll never forgive
the way you relinquished your willingness to live
and left me bereft of feeling, and more,
a ship without rudder, a boat without oar.
For without you, I'm nothing - a meaningless thing,
a quest without purpose, a bell without ring.
A pale imitation of a man that used to be,
blinded by a growing rage that would not let me see
any further than tomorrow, if you should go before
and leave me here floundering on life's barren shore.
For what good will I be without you in my life?
My friend, my companion, my partner - my wife.
If you do go before me, can I ask you to be kind
and don't walk too quickly - for I'll not be far behind.
Condemned to death
prisoner's granted one last request
Gimme a divorce, said he
Wherever he's headed ~
he wants to be free
Lupita…forgive me,
For I would never sin from these
lips,
Such words that would spoil the beauty
of your existence;
But if you requested such a crime, I’d argue
for remnants of your time,
And charm you as my fatal audience.
Of these things I would cite verbally,
Would be the origin of shape, gifted upon
your figure,
Those curves that gave birth to the unpredictable
patterns of life,
Swaying the adoration of midnight flesh, into these
new testaments of woman.
How simply intoxicating is this craving?
To bear witness to chocolate unspoiled, as it lay
peacefully naked over maker’s canvas;
Let it not melt away, before millions can sample its
sensuous glow.
Perhaps art can be reborn from such stillness,
While wasted labels could fade into retirement,
Convincing the almighty to revise the structure of
Eve,
And acknowledge this last miracle…Lupita.
What else could be molded from this paradise, but a
Queen’s thoughts and motives?
If there is nothing but truth in this crime, then I’ve painted
the solitude of heaven, perfectly.
The knob turned
And opened the door
The door of the apartment
On the first floor
And the sudden gasp
Of air that the fireplace exhaled
Knocked an ember
To the floor
An ember that had been glowing
In the hearth
The room, a peaceful space
Warm but gloomy
As it slowly cooled down
The mercury downcast
And receding fast
“Close the door”! The inspector barked
Without looking ‘round
And with the click-thunk sound
His from followed the mercury
As it slowly pummelled
From his forehead
“Very curious”, said the man
In the coat
“Within a locked room,
This man may have been smote”
No open windows
No unlocked door
As the ember absently
Scorched the floor
Examining the body
The inspector soon found
A pocket of stones
And a pocket of ground
And as he thought
He absentmindedly made
A muttering sound
The rain pelted
The ground
Into submission
As rivulets of tears
Ran down panes
To coagulate into streams
To flow past
The old cemetery
At the end of Murray street
Where many a corpse
Wrapped in a sheet
Waited silently
For the trump
But there is more a decomposition
Than a composition around
It was there
Where
Those smooth stones
Were found
- The same place as the ground
The inspector knew
‘tis there that the man had gone
To a place of death
With which he was now one
To place of rest
Is it possible? Rest?
To where his love lay deep
Under the shadows of grazing sheep
To sleep, to sleep
But not a dream
His death was his last
Longing scream
The rocks and the ground
Was his last request
To lay with his love
To lay down and rest
Silence is Deafening
Around us everyday,
Are the sounds that are made.
Through all the noises that can I hear,
My mind races all alone I fear.
Dreaming of a time that I could listen,
To share with someone that I've been missing.
How can I be, so alone in this crowd,
Sounds of laughter and conversation so loud.
Oblivious to it all my soul is so alone,
This tortures me and I want to say so long.
I live with so many sounds to hear,
But my heart won't let me bring anyone near.
A tender voice I struggle to be,
To find someone to take this silence from me.
How can one person be so full of loneliness,
In this world that so many can find sweet bliss.
Is it in me or is it in my mind,
The answer to my question, I must find.
All the chatter of things surround me everyday,
But inside the silence is driving me away.
I am blinded by my dreams,
the reason is my shy thoughts it seems.
It's not the people who is to blame,
But my mind that makes me feel this shame.
I must open my heart and show them kindness,
This could make me happy and releave my blindness.
It's not anger or depression that makes me whole,
but the friends we make and the truths we told.
Give them something to make them smile,
This will make the silence go away for awhile.
Give to those what you expect to be,
And friends will be there when you're in need.
By request this is something I threw together awhile back on a napkin. It was front and back too :D Thank you for your responses and support, It allows me strength to continue writing my snippets for you.
They all heard him say in Calcutta,
addressing the ball, with his putter,
"Before we begin,
I'd quite like to win,
so please, pop it in," he would mutter.
~
For Craig's 'Golf Limerick' Competition.
HUMBLE REQUEST
Life,if you could be nice to me for a second,
Trust me, I will make you proud
I will grow to become a legend
For even without words, my presence will be so loud
Trust me, I will make you proud
You and I will be respected by all and sundry
For even without words, my presence will be so loud
You, success and I will become one family
You and I will be respected by all and sundry
I shall defend you when men brand you unfair
You, success and I will become one family
Love, joy and happiness will we share
I shall defend you when men brand you unfair
under one roof we lay
Love, joy and happiness will we share
So life, please be nice and pave the way.
Opening the fridge,
All of the chocolate gone-
Shivers down my spine.
Mother’s Day Request
Will you please come home to visit me?
I’m getting quite old it’s plain to see.
Your Mom is lonely, sad, and blue,
This Mother’s Day can’t be good without you
The table is set with my best china,
It’s time for you to come home to Carolina.
There is one empty chair on my right,
Make my dream come true, say you’ll be here tonight.
My heart always breaks when you’re away,
I hope this will give you reason to come and stay.
But, if you can only come for this Mother’s Day,
Then I will know God heard me pray.
Please don’t tell me you can’t be here,
It will break my heart and cause a little tear.
Even if for some reason you can’t make it home,
I’ll continue to send my love where ever you may roam.
© Lynn B. Glover
A Friend Request on Facebook
By Elton Camp
Facebook can get you into an awkward situation
When as a friend someone seeks your affirmation
For if their request you decide should be declined
It’s not reasonable to think that they won’t mind
One who perhaps was trying to get on better terms
Might become glad to see you eaten up with worms
If you accept, but then decide to unfriend them later
Of your very guts they are certain to become a hater
So, as you can see, it can easily become quite a fright
When you decide to get involved with a social website
Dear Pastor, please feel free
to preach the truth to me
on lying, prying, crying,
on trying, sighing, dying
but, I beg, not gluttony.
January 20, 2019, entered in Juli-Michelle's Rhyme Battle XII