Best Robs Poems
Worry eats your energy and robs your peace of mind
It brings about anxiety so you cannot unwind
It takes away your happiness, it steals away your joy
And left unchecked eventually your health it will destroy
So learn to stop the worry as it only serves you harm
And make the time to meditate to find your inner calm
For your mind is the driving force in how you will progress
And so that inner chatter is the thing you must address
Your thoughts can either set you free or keep you chained in fear
So take back all your power and make worry disappear
10-20-23
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autumn serenade
autumn spreads her wings
arias of tawny hues ~
summer drifts to sleep
amber moon rises
pumpkins reflect twilight song ~
shadows breathe cobwebs
streams of orange leaves
flow in tangerine torrents ~
fall river medley
streamlets slowly flow
red leaves twirl on lazy swells ~
rainclouds harmonies
mischievous fall winds
robs boughs of golden solos ~
bittersweet in bloom
harvest serenade
leaves drip with crimson splendor ~
sapphire skies sing blues
Paul, Peter and the Tweeter
Why not choose,
a billionaire leader?
One who is not
an eloquent speaker.
Trouble rises,
he robs Paul to pay Peter.
The bold rich need tax savings,
forget about the meeker.
From a distance,
we watch the kingdom teeter.
Him smirking on high,
he thinks "What could be sweeter!"
Why oh why,
did so many choose that cheater?
Global temperature rising,
things aren't the same.
Scientific facts need hiding,
isn't that a shame?
There's new logic he's applying,
says coal dust isn't really flying.
Even though the fish are bitter
and you can't see them under the litter,
no one can turn down the heater.
"Fake News" he says,
check out T-Man's Twitter.
The Country is "Great Again",
cause he ain't no quitter!
Yet people are making less than their babysitter.
Good jobs will go with free trade,
might as well become a waiter.
Otherwise you’ll starve sooner or later.
People happy,
he wants to build a wall.
Mexico will pay,
so build it tall.
More immigrants?
You don't need them at all.
But no one left to pick the fruit,
or to be at your beck and call.
Watch it all fall,
for sure the economy will stall.
No one buying nothing at the mall.
Meanwhile
Klu Klux Klan standing tall.
If they ask him,
T-Man will let them guard his wall.
Look for all the signs,
a leader who's a hater.
Mastertweeting, flatulater.
A logic lacking debater,
self-loving,
self-promoting, congratulator!
If he pushes the button,
we might become a large crater.
He'll spin it and tell those left,
"I'm the great emancipator!"
If you don't believe him,
You’re just another disloyal traitor!
It afflicts king and queen alike.
Brought to the castle
by the master of infildelity.
He moves smoothly from one to the other.
He swiftly takes them
as is his right, he believes.
Only to have his fill
from the fair maiden
to the sullied trollop.
He sees them all equally
in his adventures.
He spreads his curse
from one to the other.
It robs it's victims
of their eyes and senses.
Over the years, it slowly degrades
their intelligence and lives.
It can bring down the greatest Empires
if given enough time.
The New "Robbin'" Hood
This guy I describe can have many names.
He’s greedy and mean and likes to play games.
I’ll just call him Robbin’ with double-b,
for he is robbin’ from you and from me.
It’s possible he is from a real hood.
A gangster he’d be then, up to no good.
Oh yes, Robbin’ Hood (a fitting name, that),
who hooks kids on drugs. A scumbag, a rat!
A politician Sir “Hood” could be too,
who’s secretly robbin’ from me and from you.
Some rich CEO who plays on his yacht
with money which from the public he got.
He robs from the poor and gives to the rich.
Yes, he is the worst, that son of a *****.
The new Robbin’ Hood who dirties this earth
will find when he dies just what his soul’s worth.
Written Feb. 12, 2016 for
the twisted poem about Robin Hood Poetry Contest of CT
They say fantasy is in the wind
But I can see it everywhere
We’re all chasing empty beauty
And that’s before the bubble’s pop
Reality is just complex delusion
Too successful to taste freedom
Thinking we’ve lived and loved
Because that’s what we are told
But what if it was just control
The only truth was in my dreams
Nothing real or what it seems
Imagination dies.. children cry
While the wall is being built
Locking us in, can’t feel the wind
Love locked out.. fear begins
We don’t give it a second thought
Distracted until we go blind
Entertained to the slaughter
Like our parents before us
And we think we had a nice life
They called it real, it was fantasy
Pure love danced right past us
In the wind and in our dreams
It was never the fantasy
Freedom was and will forever be
Inside the mind what you can’t see
While they fight to keep control
The only truth is in my dreams
Nothing real or what it seems
Imagination dies.. children cry
While the wall is being built
Locking us in, can’t feel the wind
Love locked out.. fear begins
Still, passion rides the wind
Dreams are my reality
And if somehow this isn’t...
Never wake me up!
~Lyric Man
Note: A rainy, melancholy day set the mood to pen this “R & B tune” that talks about the farce.. so many call life. Imagination is chased out of children until childlike wonder is extinct. The blind lead the blind into empty lives while love rides on the wind of forgotten dreams. Fantasy in many respects was the true reality, but we are conditioned to miss it. From our youth, society builds walls to “protect” us, but in truth they in-prison us. We lose our awe of senses, including self awareness. Our lives get diluted into septic pits we are conditioned into thinking is normal. An we are being entertained to distract us from the approaching slaughter. Society rapes our innocence, robs our freedom, and hides us from daring love. And the mindless masses sleep walk to their grave. For most people, by the time they are 40.. their most “real” moments are in their dreams. And on this rainy day of dreaming my only fear is waking up and being like the real world!
SEA DAFFODILS
On the island of Comino
Naked rocks are burning hot,
Without mercy, sun at midday
Robs the shade from every spot.
It’s a bare desolate area,
Here the snakes are free to crawl,
Lazy lizards meditating
Where the gnarled wild bushes sprawl.
I trudge on towards the inlet
Drawn by water cyan blue;
It’s deserted and inviting
For it’s known only to few.
I arrive and there to greet me
On dry sand a wondrous sight
I behold, sensual, alluring
Virgin flowers dressed in white.
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*Comino is one of the islands that
form the Maltese Archipelago.
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22nd January, 2015
Contest: Hidden Beauty
Sponsor: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Placed: 2nd
Harry Horsman; devilish rake, wild
Prodigy gunslinger as a child
Robs the stages then departs
Wields his way to women’s hearts
Smoked ‘em all down with joy as he smiled
There is a pain that drives insane
A pain so dark so deep
It robs my breath, it brings on death
And still in Shoal, I weep
There is a pain, my curse, my bane
That changes sanity
A pain that twists as it persists
To mock humanity
The pain I speak, is mine to keep
And yet I must relieve
This heart of mine, this tortured time
I can no more believe
Those untrue words, like rotten curds
Bring pain to heart and soul
It’s all a lie, and here am I
To say, I am not whole
When love has died, and you have cried
And there is none to bless
When silence jeers, and your heart fears
That you are thought of less
When absence sighs, compassion dies
And you are left to mourn
How could it be, this travesty
When love has turned to scorn
For pain I have, there is no salve
There is no pain relief
I’ll go to grave, no one can save
From pain in time so brief
Eileen Manassian
The 100 Year War
I rise
Mighty and strong
Armor plated and ready for battle
I shall behead the infidel
I shall conquer the evil doers
I am a warrior
Both great and bad
I am a warrior, and
I am sad
Tears fall upon my sword
I know not why
This great warrior why do I cry?
I can battle an army and rise the victor
Yet I can not rise out of me bed
I am sad and lethargic
I am weak in the knee
I am depressed
To much sadness in me
Lovers a plenty
Conquered lands and treasures
I have it all
Yet the sadness invades
The depths of me soul
I give my heart to all that I love
I feed the poor
From the spoils of my wars
Yet here I am, I think a kind soul
Burdened in darkness
Depression is my hole
My love I know this seems bizarre
You have all you wish, a rising star
A Black Knight with honors flying high
To you I say forgive me please
For battles you never shall see
I lie down
In our garden of roses
Thorns to make me feel more than I do
For the darkness robs us both
For me to feel you
Good by my love
Notes: Anyone for has suffered depression, knows that a 100 year war is nothing compared to battling depression.
He says he saw "(this nation's)
Identity sold and robbed by immigration..."
And I remember
My first day teaching at the border school
First one there that August morning
Cows were grazing on the lawn
I walked into the office to report them
and the secretary laughed, "They're Hector's.
They sneak over the border sometimes.
He's on his way to get them."
The crossing was two blocks away
There was a hole in the fence
Where all the kids from Mexico
Who attended school in America, crossed
Customs and border patrol agents knew them
AND watched them come and go
Safely
It really was an open border then
And no one felt their identity was threatened
America was built on the backs of immigrants
And those who came in chains
They worked for pennies and nothing at all
While white culture treated them as inferiors
Are we losing our identity as white supremacists
Because people of nonwhite culture refuse to be our inferiors
GOOD
"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."
Declaration of Independence (if you read)
People coming to America to live free and pursue their happiness
Robs our identity
Really?
People coming to America to live free and pursue their dreams
IS our identity
not January 6 insurrectionists
not election deniers
not voting rights suppressors
NOT white supremacists
who are destructive to others' lives, liberty, and their happiness
My duty as a TRUE American Patriot is to call you out
You threaten the very principles upon which this nation stands
And like it or not, we will confront you, and block your way
This great country is made of great people,
not narrow minded _____
(Whatever fits)
I'm out
i have seen the pale horse
unmask your face
color it white
till you blended with him
like a blank stare of the moon
his hooves beat in a heart
where silence now falls
as a gossamery wind
caught my breath
beneath the still of yours
his pace separated our worlds
through the eternal place of his own
your soul temporized within his passage
into partings of darkness
drawn through shades of eyes
that once could blink away fog
yet now lost the ability to do so
under the seal of fate
I have seen the indurated clay
that holds you tight
yet your shadows tramp my mind
as if it were a common street
these vivid memories hook my thoughts
as if fifty bucks could own my soul
curse you, even in death
your immortality still robs
choking me of every breath
my scars harbor your death
i close my eyes to these blocks of mind
your soul still owns...
I resurrect the pale horse, curse him
yet place him higher than the stone walls
or granite that bears your name
and kiss nothingness at your grave
my mind becomes calm again
but my roots remain twisted
beneath the silence of your wind
yet i curse you
and i curse him
the same!
An all-encompassing shadow,
grief follows wherever you go.
And tucks you into bed at night,
only to appear in your dreams.
And you awake to nightmare screams;
alone with your thoughts, filled with fright.
Grief embraces sorrow and pain,
while teardrops burn: like acid rain,
and darkness extinguishes light.
Belief can sometimes offset grief,
but faith offers little relief;
by praying that you'll be alright.
An all-encompassing shadow;
as grief wells: the tears start to flow.
And you can't stop; try as you might,
those trickling tears morph into streams.
And nothing is quite what it seems;
it's like falling: from a great height.
Grief tends to overwhelm your brain,
and just about drives you insane;
fueling feelings of midnight.
Within your state of disbelief
self-pity becomes your motif;
lamenting that life is finite.
When your heart's broken by sorrow,
nothing in life ever feels right;
for grief robs you of tomorrow.
*Image of Agoraphobia by Pixabay.
KJV John 8:32 "And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."
Agoraphobia
I mistook my pain for a summer's eve,
For this is what loneliness does to me,
Adrift on an orchid sweet stern petal,
It is lofty thoughts that steer my mettle,
For such frees me from my isolation,
Self-delivered like my separation,
Sites make a quarry, I try to withdraw,
Diverse regions clumsy, like a jigsaw,
Simply, naught to gain any sense I face,
Seclusion oddly is my happy place,
A zenith sun beats away at my door,
As carpet brand paces made on the floor,
Meds just let others see me at my worst,
For my inner self tells me I am cursed,
No potion concocted, no spell was said,
A sad delusion this shadow has spread,
A shedding sun frees me from my prison,
Like so many, I somewhat have risen,
But unlike them, it is for mixed reasons,
My annular trek for all four seasons,
The night, my phantom friend, my luxury,
As it lingers, it will embolden me,
Though my rest will not be the same but brief,
For my restless mind robs me like a thief,
As tomorrow lends vast hope advances,
Can I recover, what are my chances,
For I dread the dawn, fear it be the same,
To hide and not be found plays out this game,
It is common knowledge for those who know,
Agoraphobia, my true shadow.
2020 January 12
Being in the NOW
This is a simple secret of happiness. It is so simple, that one may wonder, “How something like ‘Being in the NOW’ can guarantee eternal happiness?” But it can. It is a sure way of living with peace and joy.
It’s a big challenge
While it seems so simple, being in the NOW is a big challenge. We are slaves of our mind and we rarely achieve this state of being in the NOW. The fault is not ours. The fault is that of our mind. Before we know it, it slips into a thought of the past. Gone, our NOW is kidnapped! By the time we catch the kidnapper, the mind, and bring it to the table, it gently jumps into the future. It hijacks our life to a new destination. Yes, it holds us to ransom, and the biggest problem – we don’t even know it. It is a big challenge to be in the NOW. But if we can, we can be assured of peace and happiness.
The NOW is peaceful and blissful
Just for now, focus on this moment. Breathe some fresh air, as you count your blessings. Just look through your beautiful eyes and enjoy the nature you see. Stop and hear some amazing music. Don’t think. Stop your mind from drifting away. Just be in the NOW and do what you love to do. Maybe it is making love, but don’t let your mind think of how your heart broke when you made love last year.
Being in the NOW
Just enjoy the present moment. If you prefer, just sink your teeth into your favourite fruit and enjoy the moment. For you, it may be just playing the piano. Whatever makes your moment blissful, just for now, do that. You will find so much joy and peace.
Why lose this moment?
When the NOW can be so beautiful, why lose it? It is sad that we don’t even realize that we are losing moments, moment by moment. The NOW is ours, but somebody robs it and the NOW is gone. We let our NOW get destroyed. Not just that, instead of being happy and peaceful in the NOW, we permit our NOW to be filled with misery and sorrow. What a shame! We must resolve not to lose this moment. This moment belongs to us, it is ours. It is our biggest treasure. It is this moment and the next and the next that actually constructs our life. Moments create days, days create weeks, weeks create months, months create years and all of these create our life. If we lose the moment, we lose life, a life that was meant to be peaceful and joyous.