Best Salvageable Poems
take, take, who’s on the make? and do some
people have a vested stake?
now tax is surely a painless way, to right
whole countries and save the day,
if medals are struck as some time they may
in honour of those who have made the way,
and what will the legends and letters say
as Ireland and Greece go down the slide,
and Portugal's on a roller coaster ride, (doctors)
have made provision for this long haul way,
no more to boom! It’s bust, bust, bust, so the interest
pillow is a dead cert must! but have our saviours’ today,
managed to saddle still salvageable
economy's into a hundred years of H P paydays..?
© Joe Maverick 31-1-2011
for Carolyn Devonshire's (taxing times contest)
Categories:
salvageable, business
Form:
Rhyme
Mend the life set before me--
change can be good, a fresh start
Call a repairmen, it is salvageable--
Sever the old ties, new and improved!
Struggles come and go, inner turmoil stagnant this life
Struggles between good and evil
Self improvement desired but laziness overcomes
Spirit of a warrior and muscles of a powder-puff
Change, change, CHANGE!!!
Never was good enough anyway.
Big ideas, that won't come to fruition.
Pain and weakness are your closest friend, closer than a brother.
Death creeps vermicular upon us all.
Continue to walk the road less traveled until the journey's end.
Categories:
salvageable, angst
Form:
Free verse
Unrequited love haunts
your fantasies and dreams.
And you are left struggling;
to stifle silent screams.
All hearts crave affection;
those denied die inside.
And like a seductress,
lust manipulates pride.
Time warps reality;
letting love drift off course.
And salvageable dreams;
get scuttled by remorse.
Explanations fail the
expectations of youth.
But hidden behind tears;
lies the elusive truth.
You feel inadequate;
unsure if you can cope.
For: life is rife with fears
that can overwhelm hope.
Once stung by rejection;
love oft morphs into hate.
But, in time, you'll forget;
and chase a better fate.
Categories:
salvageable, fate, hurt, love, love
Form:
Quatrain
Twelve months later
I’m struggling for a motivator
To get me up in the morning
My life at present is stagnant and boring
Mixed feelings about my ex-wife
Am I missing her from my life?
Yes I’ve dated many people
But none have reached the height of her steeple
I miss the companionship
I’m on constant guilt trip
I think about her every day
When I see her it makes my day
How can I move on from this abyss?
Of desolate lands which the world will dismiss
A black hole in darkness of space
Reminds of the taste of overcooked mace
Do I continue this lie?
And keep looking through my glass eye
Or do I try and be strong
Identify where things went wrong
I need to sort out my life
Perhaps even have a chat to the ex-wife
Is the marriage salvageable or is this a blind spot
Or shall I just un-tie our love knot
Crying is not the answer
I need to eradicate this cancer
That consumes my world at present
Life is not a television segment
Created:-13/10/17
Finished 3rd place in Broken Hearted Poems competition
Contest sponsor:- Broken Wings
Contest Name:- Broken Hearted Poems
Categories:
salvageable, break up,
Form:
Rhyme
50-50
was the divorce court decree
She and I both bear the blame,
yet, why does an 800-pound gorilla
preponderance of guilt
weigh heavy on the back of me?
I know I did my shameful part
to wreck our marriage
To destroy something that was once beautiful
I’m guilty as charged ...
let the gavel of judgment come down hard
Let it pound me into the dungeon dirt floor
Laying prone, I see an equal distribution of responsibility —
Half of the woe is on her,
half of the lament is on me
Even though she and I both share in the blame:
why is there a cinder block preponderance of guilt
wrapped tight around my feet,
pulling me ... into the murky depths
of final separation misery?
No evidentiary discovery
came to my prosecutorial rescue
when I cried aloud my plaintiff plaintive plea:
Judge Judy judge ... then please have mercy on me
Though I ain’t the only one at fault —
having my soul split asunder
is the ultimate marital penalty
I truly know, she and me both are to blame,
still, a heavy rope preponderance of guilt
grow taut from the back of a moving pickup truck
dragging empty clanging cans of grief,
with a vanity plate that says: Just Got Divorced!
Untie the bind ... this kinda freedom don’t make some happy
Pay the piper for playing an arpeggio parting amicably
And the court rubber stamped my heart
with a piece of paper that said: No Longer Married
Attorney G. Eden’s closed briefcase sound:
a rusted chain swinging from a courtyard tree
was the echo preponderance of my guilt —
Lynched broken vows hanging me
Marriage went down in flames ...
only thing salvageable
was a tarnished maiden name
Categories:
salvageable, divorce, marriage, perspective, sad
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
My house
soon to be
at the mercy
of a catastrophic fire
the likelihood
of salvaging
everything
infinitesimal to nil.
Given a choice
to make off
with just seven things,
I'd choose,
in no particular order...
1. Family album
2. Keys
3. Cell Phone
4. Wallet
5. Computer
6. Flash Drive
7. Wedding Photo
Date written and posted: 02/05/2019
Categories:
salvageable, fire, house, me, perspective,
Form:
List
if only i had made better choices
if only i had said no
if only i knew what and where love was
if only i had simply remained faithful
i would be sleeping in a warm, comfortable king size bed
and not struggling to stay warm under a cheap throw blanket in my old 1991 ford taurus
damn right you reap what you sow
the roots are mighty poisonous
the staying power of distrust and the stained change that comes with it
is not worth the time or the energy
treasure and cherish the One that rocked with you from the very raw begin
finding another even close to similar is like going through a car wash full of briar vines
the main difference is that a good heart is being ripped, torn, and scarred
apologies are like sandpaper in a melancholy desert with no sign of relief
when all is done and in the personal history books, nothing salvageable ever becomes of it
though quite a few recover, it is still never the same because of the permanent stain....no matter how hard the work
some may disagree, but what about their eyes on the ceiling in the dark when lost in thought
if only i had made better choices
if only i had said no
if only i knew what and where love was
if only i had simply remained faithful
i would be loungin' in my favorite, cozy chair and not listening to (sittin' on) the dock of the bay in a daze of confusion wasting time
Categories:
salvageable, break up, introspection, lost
Form:
Free verse
So just what does one do with oneself
When your life knocks you down more than once?
Do you just plant your ‘tush’ on a shelf,
Or frame your act and pass as a dunce.
You hurt less when people laugh with you?
Are you happy when no one’s in sight?
More comfortable at a big do
With no one cognizant of your plight?
Do you quail when tides aren’t your ally?
Do you run to your bedroom and hide?
Is courage always in short supply
When your fears bubble up deep inside?
What qualities do you want in friends?
Is this what you offer to others?
Weaknesses not requiring amends
Good enough for sisters and brothers?
Damaged folk may still hope for the best
But settle for just what is offered
They think that they failed some crucial test
And act like their virtue’s un-coffered.
What hurts you more, your wife was a whore
Or she carries on now with no end.
Called upon, can she manage the store,
Has she skills on which you depend?
Take heart my friend, we’re all damaged goods
There’s no need for pretense at our age
Put out to pasture must nots and shoulds
Just enjoy our brief time on the stage.
Categories:
salvageable, appreciation, life,
Form:
Rhyme
rich fertile tree with brown-turning wrinkled leaves
surrounded by your own fruitful bounty
many rounded orbs with teeth marks in them
do Kansas deer have teeth?
begin to count them as I rake them up
one apple, two apples, three apples, four
lose count at fifty-eight or sixty-eight, unsure
it is going to be a hard winter I tell my husband,
sorting these apples is a mess.
some are barely salvageable, squishy and overused
there are few without defects, but I do not blame the tree
she does the best she can, every year
this year she surpassed herself
living up to prediction of Farmer’s almanac
winter will be colder and nastier than usual
which explains this unforeseen number of apples in October
Categories:
salvageable, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
the air of our quiet breathing
the bower bounce on which to live
outlasting all the blooms and bells of time
sweet to inhale in fresh woods and on sunflower hills
in an ever-changing dance
come ruins of unseasonable change
from bending heat
from lightning strikes
to flame the forests
particle showers like white fire singed
twinning thin air with a polluted cling
overhanging smoke
for cities in a gray-grind swim
just an environmental blip say some
not the change that threatens human kind
this smoke field as vast as all the world's disorder
what's salvageable?
a will to cherish crystal air that skims our wings
like a New Year's revel
soulful comfort
were we wiser once?
before fire choked the passing clouds
before the cauldron bubbled
the air
atmospheric anchor
vessel of our calling
imperiled necessity
once floating idealism
the changing sails of what we own
Categories:
salvageable, city, environment, future, planet,
Form:
Free verse
cannibalize
verb KAN-uh-buh-lyze
1 a : to take salvageable parts from (something, such as a disabled machine) for use in building or repairing another machine
b : to make use of (a part taken from one thing) in building, repairing, or creating something else
2 : to deprive of an essential part or element in creating or sustaining another facility or enterprise
3 : to take (sales) away from an existing product by selling or being sold as a similar but new product usually from the same manufacturer; also : to affect (something, such as an existing product) adversely by cannibalizing sales
Categories:
salvageable, christian, high school, kid,
Form:
Free verse
Sure life is a disappointment, but is it menial?
Salvageable? Palpable? Tolerable?
My brain waves are pondering this.
I am not a philosopher or anything,
yet here I am, thinking again.
Stop thinking! Society tells me.
Follow the status quo.
I am making up my mind.
Let me have a minute.
Life is menial for sure.
I am menial.
You are menial.
Oops.
Sorry.
Did not mean you, Mom!
Categories:
salvageable, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
The evil incantations that spew from my mouth
has but concentrated venom embedded deep within
striking down I turn my wit upon
my verbal assualts have wounded many
and for that I am sorry as sorry can be
but scorpions only know how to sting
you can train an old dog new tricks
but I'm no dog I am a lone wolf
a wolf on the prowl for his nightly supper
with fangs sharp enough to penetrate rubber
perhaps I am salvageable
mayhap this lost soul of mine can be found
and then from my sins I ashall rebound.
Categories:
salvageable, angst, forgiveness, life, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Yesterday i was told a story
it involved celebrities and stardom
two people well known and wealthy
came to be lovers
they married and were friendly
and cordial through out
there time together.
the guy made millions one year.
Some say it made him an easy mark
someone to be had. his wife and he
bought lumber and had artisans to
make furniture which they sold.
One day while in the warehouse the
husband and wife were looking though
the scrap pile to see id anything there
was salvageable enough to use again.
they overheard two of there workers
talking and they quietly listened.
The two were father and son.
The son was lonely looking for a new
relationship since his current condition
with his partner had been souring for weeks.
They heard the father tell the son: "look man lets be real (blank) leaving the guys name nameless not being involved) he has a girlfriends, befriend them and try to take her away from him , during the time when strangers come in and make him deal uncomfortable he'l buckle and then you'll have the woman of your dreams".The guy's name is Meazy he's well off, if he was smart anyway he'd get one of those fly-by night ghetto Hoochies before they get to be to ghetto and marry her. That's what he get's for being a punk!" Yeah the son said.
Days later the couple saw the two talking to the couple inviting them over there club to meet some friends and low and behold the guy bite. Insight and ambition, you know some of these guys can do some real good work come down and we can smoke some cigars and snort some reserve, they have cheese and cerry's we'll have alot of fun.
Categories:
salvageable, guitar, music,
Form:
Ballad
• CHILDREN OF THE SEWAGE-
First I no more I drink not of the toilet water;
I save the sewage for the benign sister and brother;
Children of default blessed not yet salvageable;
They too will be saved;
Students of the sewage clean yourself up;
Lakes and streams floating plastic Dixie Cups™:
One waters of Lazarus arise out of your stench;
You’re dead no more so now you have washed in Jesus whole;
To pierce cleanse and saturate your dirty soul;
All I have to do is usher out speak it allowed;
And believe in Jesus name and then them too;
Will speak out with the purest heart speak;
Aloud from a pure mouth been washed and;
Cleansed in Jesus;
In Jesus name Amen and Amen
10/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Categories:
salvageable, analogy, anxiety, change, cheer
Form:
Dramatic Verse