Best Sender Poems
The wind is bickering with the night
My poor house caught up in the middle
Pawing and retreating then pouncing like a cat
It drums at the windows and
Haunts a ricochet around the room
Of some rendez-vous echo where
The downtrodden beat downward
Into my valley, the new address of Lillith
Or Hydra, the war waging outside
Breaking careful silence like a train
Chuffing me slowly away with
The cars zooming in the wayside
Burnt out, the relay challenging
Me to find my own way into sleep
Depravation or a Concentration Camp
A womb must sound like this
Haunted and forboding. But, what foetus
Could ever know much better
Than to be scared out of new skin?
Calling for Hercules or a prescription
Some tablets and a glass of gin
To wipe away the world
Reentering anonymity and concentration
Camping myself in the ocean, a bag
For the dead, that little gold fish
Floating around within the carrier
Tonight, I sleep in the womb
Upon the wind of love
Came the cooing dove
Trilled a song sublime
Won this heart of mine
It nestled in my hand
Via far and distant land
Eyes that spoke of you
A love so pure and true
The radiance that it gave
Placed in my soul to save
Enchantment by the song
Takes me where I belong
And I threw it to the sky
To fly the clouds so high
And upon its wings a kiss
To inform you of my bliss
And in the muse of night
I await its returning flight
A lifetime crossed
A time remembered
At childhoods cost
A soul dismembered
And flesh embossed
As if surrendered
Away he’s tossed
As trash he’s rendered
Abased, his family lost
After, for cash he’s tendered
An autos fuel exhausts
Airfare paid, return to sender
Return to me like nothing is wrong
Like time had no affect on me
while you were gone so long
you thought it would just be that easy
just to let you know
thats not how it works
our love can't grow
when hate stays and lurks
but the hate is your own doing
with no one to blame but yourself
so there is no way i am going
to help you drag your sins off the shelf
you will do it on your own
just like i had to do it on mine
imagine how this love could have grown
but you can just leave and know that the fault was not mine.
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When he learned that one ungrateful tyke
had returned gifts that he didn't like,
Santa bet the next brat
who tried something like that
would get briquettes instead of a bike!
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Date: 12/19/2022
Count: syllablecounter.net
the sheets are blank,
rumpled, crumpled
as is my mind
ink blotted, refusing to write
because it makes it real
but the fingers tap,
the neurons click
so much wanting
to be written
in that notebook
all stored
in crevices
of the mind,
in chambers
of the heart
refusing to be written
saying it loud,
so loud
that no one hears
an ear pitched sound
that only caves echo
in time, maybe
since this is
for the sake of the sender
maybe one day
it shall finally be written
* inspired by Alex Woodard
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A-pplying
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Topic: Birthday of Sophia Franchesca Hije (February 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Those enemy soldiers, they weren’t too well trained
They weren’t gonna take back the ground that we’d gained
But I thought I’d copped it with no shred of doubt
When that hand grenade landed in my dugout
I’m telling you boys, my resolve didn’t crack
I just pulled the pin out and threw it right back
lick my gender
and stick it to me
send me where I belong
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I sent a heart on face book
and it was ignored
I left a call on your landline
it was not returned
I sent a text to your cell phone
no answer ever came
I tried a yahoo message
and that went unobserved
I sent my love in a letter
two day business express
the package forwarded back to me
saying that your heart had moved
God is my sender
of wife so sweet and tender
with all her splendor
To my beautiful and lovely
wife Jill on her Birthday
Sent my friend a birthday card;
So it would not be late,
I mailed it more than one whole week
Before her special date.
Her birthday came and went and yet
She never got my card.
It had the right address and stamp,
So what could be so hard?
Today that card came back to me,
“Return to Sender” stamped.
I think the local P.O.
Really needs to be revamped.
I’ll see that friend a week from now
And hand her what I sent.
The envelope is proof, though,
Of my early-bird intent.
"Having received this precious love letter
I'm thrilled that I feel vibrantly better…
Will you guess, my friend, who the sender is?
Cheering now my heart, filling me with bliss???”
“Knowing how your countenance does express
The jubilation no gloom can’t suppress
I may just wonder and with you rejoice
Since to be happy always marks your choice.”
“Oh, I’ll give you clues that can serve as guide
So other options you must set aside…
Now, first… ‘successful’ describes the person
Second, ‘grateful’ for every learned lesson.”
“I’m sure of my answer, as I say: ‘Wow’
Since your letter sender is with us now…
Having written me words of gratitude
Thanking God for teachers' kind servitude."
"So we received same letter; that's so sweet
From our students who will give gracious treat
Greeting us with 'Wonderful Teachers'* Day
The Lord be praised that you directed our way!'"
*1 Corinthians 12:28 And God hath set some in the church, first apostles, secondarily prophets, thirdly teachers...
October 18, 2023
2nd place, "Get into the conversation" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 10/20/2023
Be A Great News Sender
I do want to be a great news sender;
Of broken hearts and fences mender;
Create happiness,
With bliss and kiss,
And bring piece to world an intender.
Jim Horn
The ultra awesome wheel of life,
And when you're dead, in spirit twice?
Returning ones remember sure,
Things they'd often learned before,
Like greed and avarice,
The gifted ones have known before,
The musican who already knows the score,
Born with the gift, amazing sure,
Past, memory rolls the dice,
Obsession was the price,
A hundred years before,
So random it seems the scene,
Be born to squalor so obscene,
Bitterly ironic, justly deemed,
4 the greedy new-born poor,
If judgement intercedes?
Does Logic key the door?
Don Johnson