Best Second Hand Poems
Serenity found in the gentle pines, woodland hues
Breathless leaves, rustling softly, heartland muse
Amber and scarlet, fiery shadows, falling to earth
Caressing the light, creative touch, freehand muse
Sunlight shimmering, whispering in intimate truth
Flickering graceful imaginings, a dreamland muse
Risking the moment, silence embraces the spirit
Erasing all sorrow, this hope - a helping hand muse
Glorious prayers, psalms who wipe away the pain
Gifting joy that rises within, a promised land muse
Roaring to life, subtle desires, dancing with elation
Wonders so alive, they thrive on the unplanned muse
Reflections of beauty, inspiring the heart to listen
Truth in the form of a heartbeat, holy land muse
Autumn vibrates, vibrant as the echoing feelings
Blazing through September, the second hand muse
Second hand smoke can kill you
But so can second hand love
Like a jumper on top of a building
'Til someone gives him a shove
You compare me to the way he was
Yet you never mention his name
But everytime I don't stack up
I'm the one that you blame
I see the way you look at me
With that cold and empty stare
Holding me and thinking of him
While wishing he was there
You talk about our future
While living in the past
I tell you how much I love you
You tell me I'm moving too fast
I die a little more each day
Because it's him you're thinking of
It's such a painful way to die
This thing, called second hand love
Lord, it’s been a good chunk of time...
Been such a long time.
Time enough for me to know...
To know it so well.
Been without it too long...
Too long to take it.
And baby I need it...
And honey, you’ve got it.
And I need to have it...
So you need to share it.
Just send a little bit my way.
Lord, it’s been a mighty long time...
Sentenced to hard time.
Time to have to go without...
To struggle without it.
My need is so strong...
It’s stone-busting strong.
You know I crave it so bad...
So bad it’s sinful.
And it hurts me so good...
And you’ve got the goodies.
I just need to have it...
You need to breath it.
Just blow it on along my way.
I need your second-hand smoke...
Second-hand smoke.
I need thy kingdom to come...
Not nicotine gum.
In through the nose,
Out through the mouth...
I need your second-hand smoke.
She packed her bags one day
Left me in the dark
Running away, what a lark
I stare at the walls; life seems so bleak and stark
I wrote her love letters
Only a thousand or two
The poor old postman
Carrying them all back to my door
Return to sender was the obvious score
So I took my pen and wrote a few more
Before dousing my desires
In the illusions of folklore
Where out of the forest
On a mist filled dawn
Returned my princess
Singing our song
Alas I walk along lonely forest paths
I dream and ponder of what might have been
I look up to the heavens and demand, what was my sin?
That I am alone, surrounded in deathly silence
A second hand man
Waiting
For a second hand rose
Since this is to complain about second hand smoke,
you're welcome to sing along....
though if you're a sucker, don't ya choke...
trying to puff and sing this song,
Smoking is a harmful part of air pollution..
not only for the sucker on the other end,
and if they re-tax each pack it won't bring a real solution..
just another hack!...cough!...and grin,
And hey sucker....there's baby sister....
coughing as she awoke....
yea sucker there's baby brother..
breathing your second hand smoke,
And for each puff of pollution you send,
may you cough and hack over and agin,
'til your bad habit ever ends.....
you're the sucker on the other end!
Yea sucker there's little sister...
breathin' your second hand smoke!
hey sucker there's little brother...
chokin' as he awoke...from your second hand smoke.
Second Hand Leather
Cocooned in love
The day was frightfully cold with snow softly falling. I was not prepared for this but
only for the warmth of sunshine. I stepped off the plane covered only in a sundress
and sandals. I began to shiver as I rushed for cover. My sister in laws would bring
comfort but little did I know just how much!
Welcomed with open arms I began to thaw and settle in a bit. This was going to be
a trip that would forever leave a print on my heart. We were going out for a special
dinner. You see it’s Christmas! She opened her closet and took out her very own
coat. This was the most beautiful coat I had ever seen.
This is when she handed it over to me and said, “Try it on darling –if it fits and you
like it –it’s yours”! I could not believe it as I knew it cost a lot of money and it was
just beyond beautiful. It was a Full Length Leather Coat with beautiful designs on it.
I had never had anything so wonderful given to me.
When I put it on it was magical. The fit was perfect and for me there was a
transformation. Somehow a feeling came over me like nothing ever before. I felt
special and could hardly wait to look in a mirror as I knew something changed inside
me forever at that moment. What was it, what had just happened?
I wore the coat and danced around in it when no one was watching like I was a
princess. I had this second hand coat for many years and always felt beautiful and
special when I put it on. It was the love that I was cocooned in. She cared enough
to give me her very own coat that she had bought for herself. I wore it until it was
tattered and someone said to me, “I would love that coat”. I took it off and passed
it on with the same love to cocoon that person.
Debbie
Knapp
Please....!It's No Joke..!
Help Us Not To Choke..!
On Second Hand Smoke!!!
Christmas tree full of lights
What is the problem with your center?
darkness, darkness just like nights
starless, lightless tree center
unholy curses escape, unholy lips
murderous thoughts enter
branches remove and assemble tips
try and connect an electrical
circuit, help, help light the eclipse
unoriginal, typical, abnormal deal!!
With every tick, the second hand
Proceeds around the face,
A little like a heartbeat
At a slow and steady pace.
So many clocks and watches, though,
Don’t come so well-equipped
So you might never realize
If some seconds had been skipped.
There’s comfort, then, to check the time
On wall or desk or wrist
And behold the second hand a’tick
With not one second missed.
The irony, of course, is that,
What really is absurd
Is acknowledging the second hand
Is actually the third!
*This is not based on a true story, I cannot stress that enough.*
The days are lonely
And the nights don't make sense
I went to look for The One
And I was feeling tense
Walking down the High Street
Popped in to the Cash Converters store
I'm sure I missed a heartbeat
As I saw her lying on the floor
Used, in good condition
Deflated breasts, a sombre gaze
Beggars cant be choosers
Inviting look got me amazed
She doesn't nag, she doesn't moan
No monthly scarlet tears
Second hand love, second hand love
Stays for years and years..
No rainbows to ride, no dreams to chase.
No songs in his heart, no love in his soul.
Lost in a future without an end.
without purpose, care or a friend.
An aimless heart, a lonely soul, unwilling
to reach or start, unwilling to pay the toll.
Passion restrained in avoidance of pain.
No cause to fight, no blood to stain.
No love to find, no love to lose.
No questions to ask, no reasons to choose.
Feelings felt with no glory, in a second-hand way,
through his digital story.
Will he ever feel anything, will he ever touch anyone.
Will he risk the sting, will he stop the run.
His life felled with lonely dreams,
of beautiful brave scenes,
seen not by you nor by me
the only he knows hepatic.
Feelings felt without glory
or passion in that second-hand way.
If he could only see his own sad and empty story.
I love to rummage through Op shops
Named Charity shops to some
I enjoy finding a bargain
Whether vintage, rustic, whatever….it’s fun!
I grew up poor having a single parent
So money was tight indeed
Being the youngest it was mainly hand me downs
Or a visit to the op shop to get what I need!
So, it is in my blood I do believe
My sisters and I all love a decent rummage
Finding treasures at bargain price
Enjoying sister fun and laughter while doing it!
Sometimes you get caught up in the moment
And buy just for the sake of it
Get home at look at your treasures
Thinking… why did I buy this s**t!!
Justifying it by saying “It’s for charity”
Telling myself once again to refrain
Until, I get a sister txt or call
It’s off to the op shops I go again….
At the end of each day these modern-day parents,
Wait impatiently in line,
For their latest up-dates on their preschooler's day,
As they check for bags,
Lost socks,
And notices,
As they watch the time,
The traffic that is building,
And what to do about dinner.
At best they will be given some quick highlights,
By their child's main caregiver,
Usually wrapped up in political correctness,
And a reminder of unpaid fees.
More often the main caregiver will have finished their shift,
Been off sick for the day or left for greener pastures,
Or as is happening more and more,
Left for unspecified reasons,
That can't be talked about,
Except through the Rumour mill,
But will be on the front page of the local paper the next week.
But take heart,
Any information about their children if slightly edited,
Will be only second-hand memories,
Or if another family member is picking up the child,
Third hand memories.
What's that you say,
Not at your child's daycare,
Which is just perfect,
And the staff wonderful.
Indeed you may be one of the few lucky ones,
But even then your memories will still be second hand,
And some information will have been put in the best light,
To protect your child.
Some of us can still remember when one or both parents,
Were there to witness first hand important milestones,
In their child's life.,
Like their first steps,
Their first tooth coming through.
So, where to from here?
That is not my call,
But can we not,
Arrange to replace even one second hand memory,
With an actual first-hand experience.
(I was an early childhood teacher for 30 years)
sitting on the hand of now
taking in the view of life
riding forward steadily somehow
cutting now with a well-timed knife
passing by numbered days and hours
passing minutes with our eyes a'blink
passing seconds to the past devoured
passing time quicker than you'd think
sweeping continuously toward the what
sweeping around life's circled face
sweeping quarters around life's quad
naturally sweeping toward life's erase
the time bequeathed to each is precious
riding through times of a life capacious
© Goode Guy 2012-12-04
capacious: (adjective) large in capacity
It’s not the knowledge you have it’s the knowledge you with draw from,
To breath in the carbon dioxide and platinum I must add is not saine,
To know that a disease can spread with ever puff or give,
Why not question the decision that it effect others of,
Second hand smoke,
As well as that pollution ozone layer,
In some country the atmosphere of pollution is so bad,
They have wear mask just make it from one location to the next,
And if your father was chain smoker the DNA and change of the child,
Will smoke is already in there blood,
Second hand smoke,
It’s not the knowledge you have it’s the knowledge you with draw from.