Best See To It Poems
The fingers slide, not gentle soft, under
slip-backside of a butterfly. Its wings
of fairy-dust, absent of sound. O hear
the loud alarming buzz — the honey thunder
of black and yellow bees. React shrill strings
of vocal cords as flying insects near.
The passionate red flowers hold vast net
for catching mammoth butterflies of kings.
See to it that the child is taught to fear
not birds nor bees for garden gnomes regret
one’s tears.
7/17/2018
Curtal Sonnet for Brian Strand’s Premiere Contest
Times change to the present day.
No woman would dare knock on doors
in districts that are unknown,
for rapists are ever-present
to satiate their selfish lusts.
Gossip is called chatting,
with persons completely unknown
inside a virtual world called the internet,
while children are advised
never to divulge their names
Today I have put on locks galore
on our stout front door,
I see to it that it is always
safely and robber-proof closed.
to strangers or unknown neighbours
as lurking paedophiles are oft unknown.
Nor are children allowed to roam
in parks or meadows or fields
for fear of being abducted
and lost forever more.
All this is now called progress,
but friend, forgive me for
I still yearn for the good old days
when we were worse off when we were born.
Living in Christ Jesus is not all easy
for there's fighting going on inside
even though the holy spirit's living in
the old sinful nature still there to abide
This is the ultimate war of all
where sin must be rooted out
so Jesus gives you the victory
in obedience to holy writ no doubt
The greatest fight is in the mind
make every thought captive to Christ
giving no room for any sinful seed
cut it at it's root so won't be enticed
Fill the mind all that's good
keep it active with all that's pure
show yourself one approved to God
for His grace brings a certain cure
Set your goal to glorify your Lord
give no place for the flesh to rule
be truly spiritual focus on Jesus alone
for when you do then you're no fool
('We destroy arguments and every lofty opinion raised against the knowledge of God, and take every thought captive to obey Christ,' 2 Corinthians 10: 5
'See to it that no one takes you captive by philosophy and empty deceit, according to human tradition, according to the elemental spirits of the world, and not according to Christ.' Colossians 2: 8)
Why worry after life
Worry what you do today
Yesterday was a lesson
For today is the action
Tomorrow is uncertain
Live life one day at a time
Do the right thing
You will be praise the same
Our life is but a fleeting
Care what you have right now
Let God wrote your diary
See to it that it's nicely written
Your story is well portrayed
And ending is nicely done.
Anything that is not right
See to it to end this year
Start with a good step to freedom
Work in abundance in the heart
Train your mind in the way for wisdom
Learn from instructions of Elders
Condition your body and start running
Let God be your guide and your rudder
Prepare your heart for the gospel of peace
Obey the instinct of the Bishop of your soul
Life is a long way lackadaisical journey
So many stop, curve, and a long dash energy
It takes easy alone running without baggage
It takes happiness carrying baggage with love
Freedom is slavery without hindrances in going
Victory awaits for those who love persistence
Your going has obstacles and stumbling blocks
Don't cower in fear, rather overcome hindrances
Life is like that, there are nights, there are days
The sweet things every sunrise, there is sunset
Be constant in your desire to accomplish things
Never end the day working nothing or idle
Life is measured in terms of achievement
For at end of the day, life so tiring but gay
When the body take its meal, inert lay to rest
Eyes close in the night not to forget to pray.
If I should find myself beneath a stone,
To forever remember all my days,
I’d wish to think that ev’ry one I’ve known,
Or met or loved or maybe parted ways,
Knew my shoes could be filled by me alone,
And named no other who could take my place.
If I should find myself in hallowed ground,
I’d hope you don’t just mourn an empty shell,
Give cheers and pass the bottle all around,
See to it that I am remembered well,
And know my greatest wish is it be found,
I left each of you with stories to tell.
Michael F. Lewis
12/09/2012
"Liaison"
All seeing,
one eye watching
isn’t blind
I close mine
then open them,
shut the mind
there’s a certain bad romance
in the all seeing
just being, drags you in
then you get tangled
up in the full clandestine tryst,
liaison with some nebulous King
covert,
the dossier opened
and read,
"la grande histoire d'amour
avec la recommencer étant,
je suis, celui"
an irregular puzzle,
the curious and
the curiouser;
a mystery;
the flirtatious mind
shut out, boggles
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“It is by going down into the abyss
that we recover the treasures of life.
Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.
Whoever fights monsters
should see to it, that in the process,
he does not become a monster.
And if you gaze long enough into an abyss,
the abyss will gaze back into you.”
Winds hustling pass the speed limit.
Trees whispering gossip;
obviously a scandalous myth.
She stares up into the copper brown walls.
Resting, but not relaxing, in a bed of straws.
Her long golden hair nesting at the back of her head.
Oh my might midnight star,
What a wonderful sight you are!
You live in the cold core of my heart.
Yet when I look up into the
dark luminous eyes of yours,
you are laying so very still
like a pupil dilating.
You cluster above her home,
Waiting for the girl to arrive just outside her door.
Yearning to shine your glistening light upon her face.
Oh admirable Moon,
you want to reach out to
her ravenous soul.
To heal the battle wounds left by her evil step family.
Oh starry, starry night,
I wish, I wish
that I just might be appeal-able
to attend the Dark Ball.
To be able to enter the mysterious dark hollow tree
castle that stands on top of the hill.
“Bring me an orange pumpkin
and fetch me some rats.
Bring me a dog and some laughter too.
See to it the eleven star be your guide.
And look out for your one falling glass slipper shoe.
Look at the village with merriment and show pride;
that Cinderella is no longer a peasant but a would-be bride.
Common now, you know the deal.
The magic is done and the starry night is seal.
Midnight is the time the truth will be revealed.”
She twirl about in her precious new gown
praising the wondrous moments one live through life.
Gathering her courage she step right up.
Humming the enchanted beauty of the night until
She reach on top.
You, mountain, peek through your curious eyes,
watching the girl ascend to her forthcoming.
You speak into the world, rumbling you reaction
of you understanding.
That you, mountain, are at the top of the world
and have seen it all,
but not the enticing love story stronger than the
stinging of a thousand bee.
Winds hustling pass the speed limit.
Trees whispering gossip;
obviously a scandalous myth.
For the real prince in disguise stand guard at the
entrance of the door.
I see that you have been in a coma for two days and I hope you can hear me,Johnson, I'm going to check your vital every two hours just to see if there ant changes,Johnson,my name is ruthie your nightly nurse, and while I'm here with you I will see to it that you are giving the best care while you here,Johnson, I will clean your wounds and chang your bandages too and when I'm finished doing those thing I will comfort you,Johnson, my name is Ruthie your nightly nurse I'm going to check your vital every two hours just to see if there is any changed,with tears in her eyes, thses are her words, I going to sit right beside you,I'm going to write your wife and kids for you Johnson,I'm going to tell your wife how much you going to miss her and how she's going to miss you,I going to tell your kids that you love them and you wish that if it God will that you can be there to watch them grow-up,I'm going to hold your hand while you are here,Johnson, my name is Ruthie your nightly nurse ,I will be the person you will hear talking with you and I will be the last person to hold your hand, and I'll kiss you for your wife and kids and I'll tell them how good a soldier you was Johnson,I'm going to tell your parent that you are a brave soldier and that you love them very much,and I will also write and tell your conrade to always keep you in there heart,and Johnson when it's my time to go who will sit beside my bed? and hold my hand? and who is going to write my husband and kids and tell them how much I'm going to miss them and who is going to kiss me one last time???Johnson, my name is Ruthie, your nightly nurse It's time to unplug you from my machine, I can't check your vital anymore, I'm going to clean you and dress you in your dress blued and pin your awards upon your chest, and call for someone to bring your body out PVT Johnson will be miss. time of death 1400hrs. stay in a coma for five days....................this is dedicatedto Pvt johnson and his family and love ones......................SSG KIRT JACK
Villanelle : When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
Proclaim citizens who kill under the patrie’s pennant heros
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride
Killing for your god even to ward off a remark thought snide
Fellow believers’ll enshrine your name in martyrs pantheons
When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
Leaders lie cheat slander even – forbid – commit fratricide
Citizens shrug shoulders and pass it all off as political woes
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride
Sick secret service scions see to it their victims all slide
Down the slippery slope of unaccountable anonymous blows
When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
And yet leaders and preachers claim peace for all with pride
Their individual charters and scriptures back sinister goals
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride
Why then history relegates the greatest actions taken at tide
To memory’s junk pile where fester countries and their heros
When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Grandma's Pets
My granda went away to sea
For many months on end
He'd travel on a fishing boat
With his brother and a friend
He used to write home regularly
And tell some quite tall tales
About being in a far-away place
When he was actually in Wales
Once they actually went to Africa
He wrote he was bringing Gran a pet
When he came home with a small cage
He'd brought her a marmoset
He opened up the cage
And up the curtains it did run
The curtains tore, granda laughed,
Grandma didn't think it fun
She said it had to go
So to the pet shop Granda went
He returned without the Monkey
And to ‘Coventry’ he was sent
Granda apologised and said
that he would compensate
Next day he bought Gran Tip,a cat
Bimbo, the budgie, feared its fate
He'd run up and down his ladder
And his cuttlefish he would gnaw
He took one look at Tip and thought
'I've not seen you before'
One day he pecked his bell so hard
The clapper fell out onto the floor
No matter how much he pecked it
That bell would ring no more
Bimbo, I’d known since a little girl
He lived to a good age
I still remember that fateful day
I found him lifeless in his cage
Tip lived till he was seven
Many kittens he would father
Mrs Thomas would bang on the door
And get in a right lather
“Your Tip's been paying visits
To my precious tabby Pip.
If you don't keep him in
I'll see to it he has ‘the snip'”
After Tip came Ruff the dog
A cairn terrier with his papers
We would laugh so many times
At his little doggie capers
There were two unbuttered teacakes
Sitting on a plate
Mum went to fetch the butter
She came back to an empty plate
Ruff was looking sheepish
Crumbs all around his chin
The cute expression on his furry face
I could swear it was a grin
We lost Ruff when he was eight
Poison in his canned dog food
If that had happened now
The manufacturer we'd have sued
Grandma put her foot down
And told Granda “No more pets”
She missed them all
Well most of them
But not the marmoset
The Rich/the Super Rich/the One Percenters.
Then there’s the rest of us,
The Disappearing/Shrinking Middle Class.
Our “good paying “, American Dream financing jobs gone,
Overseas.
The Chinese/Japanese/Indian/Korean/Malaysian, etc. have them.
We are left to grovel/slave away at many PT “jobs/employment”,
We work all kind of ridiculous hours for even more ridiculous rewards,
At the same time watching the American Dream slip away, being taxed away, shipped away. The dream is taking wings,
taking majestic and dramatic flight like the Bald eagle, proud symbol of America.
And the number of the poor, that we will “always have with us”
Is steadily whispering, calling out, shouting out to us-
And in the gesture of come on down, they extend an invitation to us
Come join us, come “eat cake with us”
You can exercise the right to just lay down and die with us,
Then the Money Changer Bankers and Crooks that are continually rewarded,
Can just roll us up in a blue tarp, and into an empty ditch,
step over us in their Armani shoes, keep going and never break stride.
And their Bought-and-Paid-For US Congressional Representatives,
And State/Local ones as well will see to it,
That left behind family/loved ones will not receive,
Any so called governmental assistance that we need,
Though we paid for it with our taxed-to-death money.
And we will end up in an unmarked mass-grave ditch,
And finally be out of the way of the folks who are really in charge of
The American Dream.
September 21, 2013
I see the broken smile, the frown hidden so good
Depression hitting it's hardest, who know that it would
Who knew that it could, destroy somebody's life so quick
Wreck a family, it stabbed like a knife so swift
And cut, the deepest wound but I'm here to heal
Let my words clean the dirt, and keep you real
That way you feel, it's not to late to just go back
Start with a clean drive, since you got hacked
And you got jacked, man I want you to feel loved
Not to feel buried, not to feel like we've given up
I'm know you're tired of being of tired, so take my energy
Take my laughter, take anything that enters me
The inner me, sees you and I see you for the truth
These are more than words spoken, these are words spoken to you
It's true, been with you 13 years and I know that you're lost
Let my words guide you back to your path, don't ever stop
I, know that its rough and it's hard to go through
The pain and repercussion telepathically knows you
But, try and rejoice with me just once again
I wanna know you like more than you are, a best friend [x2]
In deep thought, I look into your eyes and see nothing
Forget the repercussion of coming up, and just flunking
Let me fix your cerebellum, give balance to your thoughts
Let me make you whole again, let it be the lesson I thought
You used to walk around the house, full of depression
Mom's gone, our whole life dedicated to stressing
She's here, but it still seems like she is far away
Let it be a blessing meant to be blessed another day
The boot of life stomped hard, and you took full impact
Struggling to keep your job, with this weight on your back
You slacked, a tiny mistake but it did it's damage
Through all of the ups and downs, you've stayed strong and managed
A warrior in my eyes, because you stood up for the fight
You walked through the darkness, now I'm giving you light
You were right, no matter what happens it's okay
I'll see to it to repay you, before my lights fade
I am a young man, to Nantucket I've traveled
never before have I been out to Sea,
here in the Harbor, I've spotted the Pequod
I knew then and there, that ship was for me,
Ishmael is my name,I was a Teacher
Queequed my friend, best harpooner on board,
the man they call Ahab, well he is the captain
you can bet he will see to it we're never bored,
Here! here! drink a toast to our Captain,
Hey mister fiddler, come play us a lick,
Here! Here! have your harpoons to ready
when we see the white whale that they call Moby Dick,
The captain's on deck, we can all hear him walkin
with his old wooden leg,thanks to one great White Whale,
he calls for attention, as he calls us to forward
he points to his leg, as he tells us the tale,
A fifty dollar gold piece, is nailed to the mainsail
for the harpooner, when the white whale he kills,
then the man in the crows nest , says yo I can see him
into the longboats where we test our skills,
Here! Here! drink a toast to our Captain
Hey mister fiddler, come play us a lick,
Here! Here! have your harpoons to ready
when we see the white whale that they call Moby Dick,
The Captain he is restless, and takes to a longboat
we had three harpoons in, he was pullin us slow,
when the eye of that whale, caught sight of the Captain
he came about and he started to roll,
He went straight for the longboat, that carried the skipper
locked in his eye, as he started to blow,
raised out of the water, near forty foot outward
down they both went, to Jones' locker below,
Here! Here! drink a toast to our Captain
Hey mister fiddler, come play us a lick,
Here! Here! have your Harpoons to Ready
when we see the White Whale, that they call....
Moby Dick!
copyright 2011 Rd Pickett
Your Eyes
Your eyes...
Speak to me of your love
A gift from God up above
Kisses so gentle, so true
Holding my hand under a blue sky
You touch my face and wipe a tear from my eye
Your eyes...
Such a beautiful shade of brown
Your laughter...
Your humor...
Your love...
Your kindness...
Never let me down
Your eyes...
Tell me a secret I hold deep within my heart
A love so true, and never makes me blue
"Babe, you say. I'm so in love with you"
I realize we've had some rough spots along our way
But honey, God will see to it
That our love is here to stay