Best Selected Poems
your voice now silent
never to see you smile again
you left us heartbroken
unprepared
shocked to silence
we remember
your laughter and your
“I can go on attitude”
never complaining
just being you
even when fighting
this battle
we'll never know why
you had to leave us so soon
we'll always wonder
we'll always have questions
God knew your journey was complete
when He selected the perfect rose for His garden today---
IN LOVING MEMORY OF A FRIEND AND COLLEAGUE,
MICHELLE SCHULTZ 26092011
We, at BABS miss you already
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Hello, my most esteemed poets,
I am trying an experiment that I believe has not been done here on the PS site. I have posted a new poetry contest called "The Prismatic Self: A Gauntlet of Mirrors within the Arena.".
The JUDGES have now been selected:
1. Lin Lane
2. Ink Empress
3. Duke Beaufort
4. Vanya Evangeline
5. Anne Winter
6. Hiya Sharma
7. Andrea Dietrich
8. Daniel Rodgers
Since only one person can view the contest, all contestants' submissions will be distributed between the group for input and ratings. When the contest is complete and we have the final list of winners, we will have personal insights from all the judges for each winner and all honorable mentions.
Thank you for your time and patience
Blessings,
Daniel
I randomly selected you for a treat.
A delightful surprise for the meek.
It is my breaths of large you seek.
You discovered your fate of feat.
I brought you to a judgment seat.
And books of life you took a peek.
Then in heaven you found the leak.
Then the drums rolled and they beat.
You were in awe to say the least.
So was I in looking at your face.
It is to the west as it is to the east.
But definitely a different place.
Many were absolutely ejected and rejected,
But you my dear were randomly selected.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
My mom caught chicken
in the middle of our yard
as a goalkeeper for the selected ...
They caught me in the library—
Reading the selected poems of,
Whoever. When this day ends,
I feel as if someone lit a match
Inside my mouth.
When I walk down the aisles of books
Warped with titles by authors
Of obscure names
My fingers grasp complacently
The worn bindings
And I breath deep the toxic must
Of 300 years in a basement,
Maybe less.
The origin of pages promulgates the pasture(s)
Of my dreams, the dream of dreams, and
The dream of stars in the heavens of the other planets,
Not like this one
Where the cage of my figure must reside.
I don’t care about edits—
Instantaneous insanity is better.
I don’t care about raves
I’ll rave about a bad hair day
Before I listen to a pseudo-happy-rave
Of a wannabe pilgrim
A shrieking raven is more fascinating.
Softly blows the sea breeze floating on Maine coast
Lobster rests near seashell colorful pretty
Marine life oceanography exploration for
Sea grant college young students welcoming Oceania.
Sea horse small marine fish floats near
Sea butterfly marine mollusk nestling in aquarium
Oceanarium on seashore warm seas giving a
Reflection sea conveying oceangoing voyages sea bird schooner.
Loved one touches sandy beach viewing sea holly
Blue leaves accent blue flowers together for
Couple tasting lobster thermidor weathered restaurant
Craggy wood pier constructed for people use for good feelings.
Spinnaker sails into the sun warm wind blowing
Oceanfront colors under soaring sea eagle looking
Eyes cheerful happiness rests in heart grateful
Our Creator fashioned earth with ocean life.
The Party played 'Pin the Tale on the Donkey'
That's how they came up with a senile honkey
Reprinted with permission from
'Ten Greatest Political Poems Ever'
Your Return Has Been Selected for Audit
By Elton Camp
The government letter that Joe read
Every taxpayers so much does dread
“Your return, for audit, has been picked.”
Joe is certain that, by the IRS, he’s licked
Tax advice he accepted from his brother
But wishes he’d listened to some other
“There’s no way you will get caught.
Just the way I file is what you ought.”
The thousands Joe said he gave his church
He fears the lie has left him in the lurch
The 1985 model car to charity he gave away
Was worth ten thousand, he did unwisely say
Claiming that he supplied a client a $200 dinner
To the IRS has made him look just like a sinner
The home office deduction he decided to claim
Is another fraud that the IRS will be able to name
Joe began to loudly scream and fearfully wail
And wondered if he would spend time in jail
I feel my muscles
cord up with tension ,
can almost hear them creak
in the strain.
Lumbering over
I lean in close,
he seems
on the verge of passing out
face white as paste
and he flinches as my breath
smacks him in the face.
I reach down
and shove a claw
into his right leg,
that gets his blood flowing again
and his scream intoxifies me,
I snap my teeth
into his shoulder
and fling him against the wall.
He hit the floor
and I leap upon him,
sinking in my claws,
locking his corpse beneath me.
Lashing at him
with my paws
I dig into his chest
tearing away
the flesh
and snapping
the ribs like twigs…….
I pause…
to watch the heart
throb and convulse.
Blood dripping
from my now matted fur
I begin
by biting off his right arm
then grabbing hold
of the wrist
I tear off the bicep
with my jaws
mashing it with my molars,
and as it slides
down my throat,
Always watching
his expression,
I shiver.
With heart rate speeding
I rip away
the chunky part
of the right thigh,
pin it to the floor
then devour it
resting my torso
upon his.
I eat
into the left leg
hunkering down,
guarding my prey,
there is so much blood
I can feel the hair
on my snout
weighed down
like when you walk
in a heavy rain.
I stop long after
the heart
became still,
push my bloated body
off the remains
and lope away,
almost drunkenly.
And if
there was some one there,
they’d see
the grin of satisfaction
upon my face,
and me
licking the juicy chunks
from my snout
as I depart.
28) "Am I a God near at hand," says the LORD, "And not a God far off?" Can anyone
hide himself in secret places, So that I shall not see him," Says the LORD; "Do I
not fill the heaven and the earth?" Says the LORD. Jeremiah 23:23-24
29) "My covenant was with him, one of life and peace, And I gave them to him that
he might fear Me; So he feared Me, and was reverent before My name. The
law of the truth was in his mouth, And injustice was not found on his lips. He
walked before Me in peace and equity, And turned many away from inequity.
For the lips of a priest should seek the law from his mouth; and he is the
messenger of the LORD of hosts. Malachi 2:5-7
to be continued latter on.
I have over 400 comic books
with groupings of
Wolverine, Dead Pool, Doctor Strange,
Carnage, Moon Knight, Spider-Man,
Godzilla, Batman, Hellboy, Spawn,
Captain America and Ghost Rider
so who do I select to follow and read the most
yes, it would certainly be the Red Skull
so why would I select this man of hatred and evil
to be my muse
why do I stack his comic books by my laying ground
why am I obsessed and enthralled by such a villian
it's because people see me as they see him
an outcast, a loser, a man on a mission alone
no, I am not evil, but my past jokes portray me this way
no, I do not hate, but my actions have painted me awry
I wear a Red Skull t-shirt everyday
and am thinking about getting a tattoo of him
so people will know that I'm an innocent child
blessed by God but hated by the masses
Captain America can try to take me down
I have a couple lives left to spare as does the Red Skull
we are not one
but we are the same
hated, abused, shunned and disliked
so spend your time drinking your tea
I'll be reading and enjoying my Red Skull comics
Detected and Selected
Did understand that an error was detected;
Some other personality should be selected;
Could be at odds;
Created by gods;
Sure hope some day mine can be corrected.
Jim Horn
Selected Politicians
You voted
You mean it
Now not
Represented
Impeach
Them, yes
All the
Demos
All the Repubs
And yes
Independs
None spent
Time with
Their constituents
Voters
Careless
Vote for
Them
Let them
In
Vote for
For me
I am
Freed literary
Vote for
Them
Someone
Wins
The ballot
Box stuffed
Got voted
Out
Complains
Promises
No one
Honors them
A vote
For me
Sets you
you free
All's left
Is to
Impeach
Me
Selected
Politicians
12/06/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Selected Area Infected
He had selected an area which was infected;
Contains cancer cells that should be corrected;
Searched around;
Source found;
Is something that does seem so complicated.
Jim Horn
I sit all alone in a dark room
my life is heartache and gloom
My my only friend and ally is me
I don't possess a thing called glee
Will the sun ever shine again
will I find the rainbow?
My thoughts are pure torture
and I have no plans for my future
I live and breathe in utter darkness
my resting place is total abiss
It is pure hell getting thru another day
will peace and joy ever come my way?
I long to know joy in the depths of my soul
I want to be completely and utterly whole
Is happiness only for a selected few?
How can I feel brand new?
Is peace, joy and wholeness only an illusion?
I will not believe that and that's my hopeful conclusion
Alexis Y.
7-23-17