Best Rids Poems
Whatever the offerings of time may bring
Whatever song my heart chooses to sing
On life’s small pursuit I shall meditate
Elysian splendor around me, I appreciate
The simplicities of pastoral living unfurl
I’m graced in your stellar light, a cosmic pearl
Serene contemplation, moments well spent
A transcend of intellect, I pursue contentment
Humbled, a mochila drapes my shoulders
Now weightless, old tomes heavy as boulders
Once laden with Maslow's hierarchy of needs
The cause of sight itself as Plato laid the seeds
Streets of an unclean soulless city no more
Once blemished and ugly as a repellant eyesore
Until this vacant shell had found release,
acceptance paralleled an inner peace
A new perspective can only see the beauty
of the craftsmanship and the ingenuity
On this celestial hike I embrace “carpe diem”
A lesson learned in this hour spans a millennium
The power and value of each moment
however brief, I walk along as an exponent
Unfurling love that rids me of my emptiness
Colloquially speaking I have found happiness
Mesmerized by silence
the maiden sips the chalice
dipping drink in pilonce
entertaining life without malice
indulgence fills the music
into the cup she holds
sifted in sobriety dousing with fluid
til the limitless path unfolds
to savor is her destruction
she must be careful of a fall
for the entirety of life's instruction
she'll learn to heed the call
maybe it will relinquish
the magic that it bids
and binding won't distinguish
between the garbage it rids
moreover this gift is freedom
but not ever to be free
the punishment is thrice beaten
will she refrain I guess we shall see
The sun shines yes I know
A heavy gust as the wind wants to blow
Leaves flying high in the sky and then hitting the ground
The sun decides to fall as the moon decides to rise
As darkness begins to be all around
Remember my smile as the sun that shines
Remember my breath as the wind blows
Remember my feelings as the moon begins to rise
Remember me even when I die
The fire burns everything in sight
But the rain rids its heat with all its might
The cold weather is now here
And the sun begins to disappear
Remember my love as the fire burns
Remember my pain as the rain falls
Remember my hugs as the weather gets cold and dry
Remember me even when I die
The breeze cools everything and everyone down
Even that sad person walking into town
Listen to music on the days you have a frown
And at night dream as you lay in your gown
Remember my passion as the breezes begins to settle
Remember my words as the music plays
Remember my inspiration when you start to dream
In the heavens I will be lifted up high
So remember me even when I die
© Jeremy Fennell
I’m not happy nor healthy in my mind right now
It’s clouded and bleak
Not knowing which direction
Not knowing what l seek
Can’t sleep , forever tired
No interest “to ever do”
No motivation nor energy
Turmoiled mind and soul ,feeling blue
The flame that burns within me
No longer burns bright
Desperately struggling
Just to stay alight
I cannot see that light at the end of the tunnel
Nor a lighthouse to guide my way
I just want to close my eyes right now
Until clarity, rationale and time rids my minds disarray
My blood pulses through my veins,
Thump thump, repeat,
My heart rids me of my pains,
Try try, defeat,
My body holds me together,
Strong strong, frail,
My soul lives forever,
Hurt hurt, prevail,
My mind talks to me,
Calm calm, anxious,
My music sets me free,
Alive alive, emotionless,
My hand slams my door,
Angry angry, relieved,
My existence gets ignored,
Forgotten forgotten, seen,
My voice disturbs the air,
Loud loud, quiet,
My confidence mocks my despair,
Honest honest, hypocrite,
My being fills this page,
Lies lies, none,
My self leaves its cage,
Flying flying, gone.
Is this just another taste of the reality of illusion?
Or do you think it is just the clarification of confusion
That the little hand that’s as feeble as the stalk
Could feed the aged sages with the meal of chalk and talk.
I was just gazing through my global window on Soup land
When I discovered this little Arabian wonder
Her blueprint on Soupland many crave to understand
And her footprint on the world moved the aged poet with wonder
The poetry passion that springs from her streams of words
Has thrown millions off balance as many still wait to wonder
How such a little poetess could decorate ideas with golden cords
And present it to the world in a show of poetry wealth and wonder
Though far away is Farah the Arabian wonder
Loud and clear is the pen with which she writes
Her poetry picture rids the mind of many a blunder:
The quality that makes her the soup’s delight
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… Schizophrenia.. of Ego mania, wipe the slate
the human logic with no plate
its late, its late… the Master plan wipes the slate..
the logics of the human plates.
let us stash the cash of world concepts past…
pile it high in the streets.. currency of egos, many discreet..
for the human of Feud, of ego minds is void
Burn the stash of concepts past, shared of ego elites
then study of the void of Sigmund Feud,
ego mania is thus unemployed.
fly away, some glad day…
as thus we sing and thus we say,
may as well be today..
or stay…… endure the fray,
as human logics pay…
there’s a promised day..
as we few opt the new way
they fray, little by little each day
as the kingdom comes, unobserved
just a little less ego every day
seems just a little sprout, of wings about
rids the gout of ego’s sprout…
logic of which is proven…
Faith the wreath, opts not the grief…
the Precept in life of truth is woven
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Oooh Miss Whiplash
Hit me with your cane
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Make me feel the pain
and if I beg for mercy
Please hit me once again
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Hit me with your cane .
The merry men are captured
and placed in the castle stocks
Tights pulled down around their ankles
They are wearing them like socks
For Prince John has hired Miss Whiplash
Telling her to whip their butts
but Robin hood is excited
and can't keep his mouth shut .
Oooh Miss whiplash
Hit me with your cane
Oooh Miss Whiplash
make me feel the pain
and if I beg for mercy
Please hit me once again
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Hit me with your cane .
Punishment is over
The merry men set free
Robin vows to rob the rich
Until he rids Nottingham of poverty
but he knows his men need discipline
To keep them on the right track
So he has kidnapped Miss Whiplash
and he's never going to give her back .
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Hit me with your cane
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Make me feel the pain
and if I beg for mercy
Please hit me once again
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Hit me with your cane .
The wealthy have been so greedy
Taxation so unfair
Robin and his Merry men
Are hero worshipped everywhere
The poor can have the money
His men distribute it with care
but Miss Whiplash he keeps for himself
He's just not willing to share .
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Hit me with your cane
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Make me feel the pain
and if I beg for mercy
Please hit me once again
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Hit me with your cane .
For the Robin Hood Contest .
Sponsor Isaiah Zerbst.
A winter white blanket melts turning Aspens verdant green.
Buds sprout on mountainsides in a sunlit golden sheen.
Clouds like fresh-picked cauliflower sink low and drift on by.
Distant sun after her show takes a bow in purple sky.
Each eager bear escapes its hibernating cage.
Frozen waters thaw flowing to shores of sage.
Gift of welcomed warmth rids us of icy skin.
Happily we hike the trails, feeling like nature’s kin.
Iridescent dew drops cling to shoots of leaves on trees.
Joyous sparrows sing of birth, building their nests with ease.
Kaleidoscopes of color blossom, grow and softly sway.
Lifting to the heavens high, our spirits soar today.
Miracles of spring’s renewal, God creates for us each year.
Nights curtail and days extend as bustling young appear.
Open fields expand brightly; in the air, fragrance floats.
Poppies, peonies and petunias cover meadows like a coat.
Quizzical eyes peer at us from a shadowed hiding place.
Rabbits romp and hop together through fields of English lace.
Spring reverberates with humming birds and buzzing bees,
temped by sweet nectar of wildflowers on the breeze.
Under mounds of driven snow, earth’s waited to tumble green.
Victorious in her grand arrival, spring’s beauty grows pristine.
Watching from steep ridges, wolves save their howling song.
Xanthic petals mesmerize as we alertly walk along.
Yesterday’s cold winter pales with every step we take.
Zealous spring day warms the soul, our senses stirred awake.
written for Shadow's Abecedarian Contest, 2/13/15
As I go through my day, they are by my side,
Following me, watching me and also being my guide.
These are the angels of my loved ones that passed,
When I know their near me, I want this feeling to last.
I never had much family, separated by distance,
Sometimes I felt like my world was of non-existence.
The few I loved so much and held so dear,
My grandfather, grandmother and father are no longer here.
But when I smell my dads cologne or hear grandmas voice in my ears,
I hold in my heart their near me and it rids me of fears.
I certainly must say there is not a day that goes by,
That I do not think of them and softly cry.
I always pray that they will visit me while I sleep,
Dreaming of them is a wonderful feeling that goes so deep.
I'll miss you everyday until I am no longer on earth,
When I see you all again, it will be like a rebirth.
Ants bite me tent baby sleeps
front dad pours fuel rids runs
down to camp fire dance ablaze
tunnel fire ants dead ~
dad running with legs hairless
baby in Safety flash fire
fumes will travel fire ant's den
taught camp Carol-ing -
by John beam - a lesson learned while camping be safe around ants and fires
I hear the name everywhere I go
It refreshes and cleans my soul
The sound of it gives us new life
It rids us of pain and strife
Every letter makes us take deep breathes to ventilate our minds
That name alone heals the sick and maimed; gives vision to the blind
Helps us to cultivate something beyond our fate
It teaches us love and never to hate
My Lord and Savior humble and true it is your love that I pursue
Peace is your outstretched arm
Your name alone protects us and keeps us from harm
We are all sinners seeking forgiveness
My Lord is Mercy, forgiveness and goodness
Thank you Lord for choosing me
Your love brings me to my knees
Above this world and the universe
There is a name I love above all, Jesus
The name I love Father God, Jesus, Jesus
Jesus the Nazarene
Jesus the King of Kings
My favorite indulgence may sound strange to you,
But it is something relaxing I enjoy to do.
You may be wondering what could it be,
I'll give you a hint, no one else is involved, only me.
Odd as it may seem that it's a fun thing for one,
But i go in the shower and think of the sun.
I feel the hot water on my skin and face,
The feeling of purity is a something I will always embrace.
The water runs down my back and through my hair,
I love this feeling and it's something I won't share.
It rids me of the fast paced day that I had,
And I always feel happy, never sad.
When my indulgence is over and my shower is though,
Nothing can bring me down or make me feel blue.
This is my secret that makes me smile,
You should try it sometime, just for a quick while.
By: Debra Baviello
Date: January 27, 2015
"A CUBAN GIRL"
there’s a Cuban girl. over
the years, she’s popped in
and out. we had a short fling
and never saw each other
again. finally, not too long
ago, we became friends again.
usually, she rids herself of
me from whatever we are
connected on, blocks my
number or simply disappears.
this time though, we have
stayed connected longer than
normal. it took 93 long
years to get her phone number
and yet, we hardly message
each other through the phone.
she views a few pictures I
place on an application my
phone has from time to time.
tonight, she was the first
viewer of the words I let the
world in on. I call this, “a
Cuban girl,” but her profile
name is, “acubangurl.” she
doesn’t talk to me, nor I her
but we know we can whenever
we choose. I like knowing
she’s there and I remain
quiet about it. it’s exactly
like the country. I mean when
was the last time you heard
anything about Cuba until
this poet’s poetry.
By: Chicano Eddie
Not for naught is laughter called,
the right medication, for the soul,
Laughter plays no prideful role
on ego’s path, or vanities goal,
For laughter is the sense of joy installed,
That harmonizes with the world.
Not for naught is laughter said
To be the best medicine,
Well documented in olden lore
Widespread and genuine
When laughter is at its best
It rids the mind of emotional stress.
Not for naught they say
that tears of joy
Keeps miseries away
For sorrow’d tears, distress employ
But laughter is the key to the happy door
As souls entwine and in mirth soar.
Not for naught does laughter’s role
Play a major part in emotions discharge
No matter how gruesome the turmoil
Laughter clears the way small or large
For laughter makes light a load
on this life’s symbolic road.
Not for naught does laughter bring
Peoples together joyful in voice to sing
For man must have affinity to survive,
Must have Love around to keep the world alive
For without affinity for one another
There will be no laughter for miseries to smother.
Joyful laughter is pure sanity
Man must have affinity
For survival’s reality
Try the laughter’s way
Feel as relief has its say
at laughter’s play.