Best Roomful Poems
I have babysat a roomful of six year olds,
my heart beating louder than a pack of screaming hyenas.
I walked out with them quiet and safe in their parents arms.
I improvised a speech to an audience of millionaire entrepreneurs
that ended in a standing 'O'.
Often I danced with titanic sharks,
and even French Kissed Killer Whales.
I have slept deep in the grip of ink black jungles
on mid summer nights, no dream.
Once I hung on with two broken arms
five hundred feet above my demise, without a whimper.
I skated through fields of dead bodies
in not just one but two very nasty wars.
Played tag with the devil and in the end hung
his left horn above my fireplace,
yeah my fireplace I owed him that.
I swam naked on the crest of a waterfall
from the top of its peak to the concrete sheet at its bottom.
Many times, I have partied with death,
her bones drenched in the fluids of our perverse acts,
but not once did she leave the party with me on her arm.
But please,
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make me talk to my EX-WIFE again!
10~10~2014
She has remarkable social ability
To charm with humor and empathy
Her graces are of southern variety
A renaissance lady in modern society
Our journey of life's ups and downs
Is that of long talks, smiles and frowns
When one is lost we go to any length
To help the other find inner strength
Her will is of steel and heart of gold
Wit is quick... tells best stories told
Once faced down a roomful of lawyers
Strong is her faith in the Lord's powers
Our secrets we share - hopes and fears
In stages and layers of laughter and tears
We share our families and our friends
Will nurture and cherish to the end
To have such a friend I am beyond blessed
I don't tell her enough, I must confess
April 23, 2018
New Poems Only - 2 Contest - By Emile Pinet - Theme - Friendship
Eighth Place
A Meeting after an eight hour day
Should include jubilant jiving,
Exciting conversation,
Lively chatter,
Not a speaker who drones on and on and on and on and on and on
In a disgustingly un-metered monotone voice
No lilt
No cadence
No melody
Just a methodical sameness
I am making a list of things that might get her excited-cobra biting her thigh,
School building burning to the ground, tiger tracks in the snow around her car...
Hooray! At last our unknown speaker has encouraged us, the audience, to talk.
We all lean in at our tables and talk toward each other
Loudly and rapidly
Words galloping out of our mouths as if a shot
Has been fired at the starting gate
Wrap it up! Wrap it up! Someone yells
I look up amazed. Her voice is excited.
We get a warning however we cannot shut up
So we keep talking
Wrap it up! Wrap it up! She yells.
A shriek type warning
Which we ignore
By the time this is over I decide
We did not need a cobra or a tiger.
All we had to do was be ourselves.
It is nigh onto impossible to control a roomful of teachers.
three crows and a hawk,
flying together
sounds like a cartoon
get your claws in this one
a sign of the times
my mind sees such things
written in the sky
on October 7th,
my birthday,
i was celebrating
in a Christian conference
with a roomful of women
hands open
praising the Lord
oblivious of happenings
in Israel
i saw baby Jesus
in my hands
felt the weight of Him
then He turned
into Jesus
off the cross
as if I was holding
him
like Mary
of course
i pondered this
days later
i thought of the babies
killed
in the time of Moses
i thought of the babies
killed
in the time of Jesus
Rachel’s tears,
she can not be comforted
once again
an attack on babies…
so what comes next?
the rapture…
the antichrist…
judgement…
Fall to our knees
Make things right with God
Do right
Love one another
even love your enemy
That is how good
God is
Man is often the beast
God is much more merciful
than man…
They shouldn’t need to make caskets only four feet long
Pediatricians shouldn’t have to specialize in oncology
Scarves shouldn’t be worn by ten year old girls
To protect their bald heads as caused by radiology
Little arms shouldn’t bare puncture marks from IV needles
Fifth grade homework shouldn’t be delivered to hospital beds
Last rites shouldn’t be given before her confirmation dress is worn
Parents shouldn’t be praying that they were the ones dying instead
She is too innocent to fear her impending death
She is too young to regret having never fallen in love
Watching your child suffer through this torment and pain
It is easy to lose faith in a merciful God up above
Get well cards shouldn’t have Hello Kitty on front
A last wish shouldn’t be for a Happy Meal
When they remove her lifeless body from this hospital room
They shouldn’t need to prepare it for another sick boy or girl
They shouldn’t need to make caskets only four feet long
Easily carried by just two men
Funeral parlors shouldn’t be crowded with the grade school staff
And a roomful of crying children
For the "One Silver Tear Free Poetry Contest". Written and posted on 7/23/2012.
There was a time in my life when I was Self-assured
and I experienced the Esteem of my fellow man.
I could walk into a roomful of strangers and have no qualms
about the dangers of a slip of the tongue, as I knew I would have
a quick and witty repartee for them.
Of course, that time in my life passed all too quickly, as I grew
older and "full of wisdom" taught by life's experiences. The self-assurance
I had when I was 18, transformed into a more cautious, yet still
estimable 25. Taking what I knew to be the deceitful practices of
unscrupulous and dishonest men, I reassessed my own life in terms of
its self-assurance and esteem.
I found that I it was more difficult to be sure of myself in every situation;
that because of the pain I had to endure at their hands I would now look
at my life through the ever emptying glass of self-worth, prestige, and
know-it-all attitude. I had to find my guide, again.
Others now pointed out the foibles that were inherent in my character. I took note of
these observations, only to find that too many of them were true. However, I also began
to realize that in order for me to again regain the esteem of the person I saw each
morning in the mirror, I had to better follow my original mission statement of life ~ TO
HELP PEOPLE.
I began this mission in earnest by careful assessment of the past mistakes I had made in
judgment, my personal sins of commission and omission, and a renewed faith in God's mercy.
It has been a struggle for over 30 years now, and I have a renewed Esteem and
Self-assurance because of my belief in Him.
Of the gifts He gave to me in that time of searching, the most important and influential
were a new wife and family, their love and affection, and the ability and confidence to
write words like these for you to read.
Now, I can again enter that room of strangers and have the ability to speak to them
without the doubts that have plagued me for these many years. I owe it to the Lord above,
thank Him for His generosity to me, and pray that you will also know His Loving Will in
your life. VIVAT JESUS!
Drapes are closed but the sun gets through
Summer morning, birds a-tweeting
Sweat on sheets, personal dew
Two more snoozes then up for meeting
A chunk of mahogany
Surrounded by suits
Well-shaved chins
Playing silk flutes
Golden cuff links
Slide over shine
Reaching for Perriere:
Businessman's wine
The big-haired girl
With tight lips and skirt
With clipboard and pen
In a roomful of men
She manages managers
Directs the directors
Away from the P's and Q's they might blurt
When minutes are taken
They while away hours
In a concrete maze
With the rented flowers
The plastic shag carpet
The paper thin walls
The wood-textured desk
Holding five clacking balls
The photo of daughter
The drawing by son
The lunch packed by wife:
Ham and cheese in a bun
Like a silent fire drill
At four-thirty flat
The lifts are sardined
With impersonal chat
All hoping to beat
The motorized fleet-
The Mercedes armada
That trawls down their street
Curtains open, sun goes down
A day in credit, a night in debt
A silent pillow away from town
Night light off, alarm clock set
—The sense of sound—
He was curious, he opened the door,
he heard a scream, then he yelped.
He suddenly banged the door,
someone cawed from behind the door,
it changed to crackle crackle,
then became an incessant echo.
He again opened the door and heard,
the roomful echo changed to murmuring stream,
then turned into rumbling violin. He whined
for annoying sound, then he whooped, then
he yelled, finally he smiled and yodeled
for his curiosity made him aware of
many different sounds there are
in the behind closed door.
Close up, secrets uncovering
I find myself hovering over
a modern, optical microscope
Out of focus (coarse adjustment)
Blurred image corrected,
revealing… clear-felled trees?
Sharper detail (fine adjustment)
Microscope mesmerizing as colors burst
Scale thickness less than 0.55 micron
Small rake angle and smoothness
implies low friction coefficient
Light permanence even, shadowless—
Finest quality from Istanbul
Wish I had a roomful
the ear rings
a roomful of
memories
cut the air
enough to
slice you up
or down with
out speaking
silence
is loud
"Sins of the Flesh"
Erotic dreams ,
Sins of the flesh.
Once asleep
invade my head.
Couples coupling.
Heat of the moment.
Sound asleep
in sexual torment.
Naked bodies
by the roomful.
Fornicating,
simply sinful.
Wide awake,
I need more rest.
Pure exhaustion
from lack of sex!
The Applethoughtrotten
In this Generation,
Society is so far gone with the likes of sex, drugs, partying and alcohol,
It’s like we’re in Another World.
With only One to Life to live,
It’s amazing how much we don’t realize the contributions we can give
You see,
Not everyone can be a Colby or own a farm on Dallas,
Wear a Falcon’s Crest living in a palace,
Cause as the World Turns, the atmosphere burns,
From Port Charles to the General Hospital,
Surfing Sunset Beach- how tropical?
But during the Days of Our lives,
I’d do anything for All My Children,
Hopefully one day like the upper echelon of society,
We become our own Dynasty.
There needs to be a Guiding Light to shine on the Young and the Restless
to have a better understanding of how the Bold and the Beautiful make their way through
a roomful of branding,
All while securing our own future with gold from Knots Landing
Good day, cynic
==
A good day begins with the simple wrong of waking up.
Waking up? Again? But it is the good day. Grabbing a cup,
gripping its warmth with both the hands he touches the shower.
A hasty shower is the order of these days here;
all the days, marked in calendar, like rows of black ants,
week long, steady with burdens, nights being filled with old rants.
But it is the good day. He utters the words like mantras.
It is the day of salary; he will rush with the cheque
to buy his dreams and unwrap them before a homely girl
only to discover he has repeated the same
on the last occasions. The same dreams lack penetration.
The roomful of wrappers rustle, murmur; torn apart.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Uncanny inexplicable silence surrounds me unexpectedly,
when in the centre of a noisy demanding crowd,
every bit of sound evaporates, fades in total darkness,
people around me, familiar and unfamiliar ...
I perceive them in action - laugh, or converse,
watch their bodies moving,
contours of their faces changing
synchronizing with their voices,
but their gestures are illegible movements to me.
don't catch a word they say....
complete silence envelops my mind,
just watch some silent characters in a highly emotive drama!
When silence speaks to me among a roomful of visitors,
not leaving, I disappear from the place...
my absence doesn't create any void,
saffron imagination dawns on my dreamy eyes,
I am on top of a mysterious mountain where
a chartreuse waterfall descending with roaring noise
on the coral rocks,
halcyon water mirrors the serene emerald sky!
When silence speaks to me,
I imagine strolling on a harmonious village-path,
which meanders to unknown,
grass spectacular green, velvety soft,
and soothing, the tender touch of a doting mother
on her baby! mystifying sky leans on and whispers to me,
as if it has found its trustful confidant,
in that beautiful unperturbed silence, I only speak
to my own heart, which throbs pining
for a soul who had deserted me many years ago!
My eyes immersed in the mourning as i set my spirit aflame
with the fire of regret and anguish,none can extinguish the crave
for the things once passed,the wants longed for,the end of the day
why did you go so soon?
when you kissed me,it used to be warm like a a roomful of flowers
on a warm sunday afternoon
I still remember your taste,your life,your antics and semantics..
so vital and vivid,vivacious and outrageous
laughter of joy was so contagious...
now a flower has grown and no one has known it died
every day a petal gets blown away
all forget,then remember......
You always told me why you couldnt be alone...and i know it couldnt be just another pose
people who have be hurt alot have to be a thorny rose
defending and deflecting ,all those who want to be loving and protecting
you used to be so neglecting
of anger,of hate,of lies, and of greed
except when you were taking all of me...
but now the months and years go..
and the well spring of tears flow slows...
gone is my angel...
and though others minds forget..my spirit knows..
climbing the mountain of acceptance ,to get to the peak of peace
Clearer skies,
are what we all should seek,at least.