Best Separately Poems
Within reason
lies a house full of ordinary
a chest of bland memories.
You end up with
a pocketful of might have beens.
Within reason is five square feet of grass
and the proverbial white picket fence,
nothing else.
The word 'important'
never makes it onto the page.
Nothing"within reason" was ever found
that didn't already have its place.
When u abandon
Reason
you also abandon
Impossibilities.
the brother of reason
The one needs the other
two heads of the same dragon.
One breathing fire and brimstone
the other living without hope.
They never live separately
they are siamese twins.
The ying and yang of yesteryears.
They had a reason with a hint of possibility
They had something,
something maybe,
at best something insignificant.
But imagine what waits
when you eliminate 'impossible.'
In the darkest dark
within the scream of 'don’t',
inside the insanity of abandoning reason
it is there you'll find
that decaying flesh infested with worms
it is there where the round wheel was found.
You use a black shovel
through the bone
into the skull
through the brain
along the heart
into the gut.
There lies that fine line between insanity and genius
but THERE is where you have to go.
To get there you abandon reason.
Abandon the dogma shoved down your
throats all these years.
Glide on the wild side.
Show your body hair.
Expose your fangs.
Lights, camera, DANCE!
spring walked the red carpet dressed in a suit
of blossoming colors that released a delicate inviting fragrance.
summer followed in a scorching hot vibrant green piece
accentuated in bright yellow gold.
autumn showed up in antique shades of reds and orange.
a striking shawl dropped beneath her shoulders.
winter was the last to arrive and appeared in a pure white evening gown.
each and every sequence unique and separately sewn in.
as each season complimented the red carpet
all life showed up to marvel.
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Community, what does it mean
And how does it come into being
Well what does the dictionary have to say
“A group of people living together in one place”
I guess that means were all in community
Though if I were to speak in honesty
It feels like we try to live separately
Living by the culture of our country
Which tells us, do it yourself
If your strong, you don’t ask for help
Life is about personal advancement
About money and accomplishments
Hold onto your hardships and pain
Keep striving for personal gain
So many lies deeply engrained
How will we create change?
Well I start with myself
I ask for help
I start with me
I be the change I want to see
I become an infectious contagion
In all of my relations
That could spread across a population
Even across the nations
I model my life after the master of love
Who dwells in the heavens above
He has brought millions even billions together
Over decades, centuries, even millenniums
So what else could be better
Than to faithfully follow him
He who said, I was anointed
to proclaim good news to the poor
to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind,
to set the oppressed free”
and I say yeah that’s who I want to be
But unless I engage in community
Unless I get to know my fellow human beings
How can I help to set them free
So its time for me to put aside
Popular culture, foolish pride
Social codes, selfish ambitions
Old roads, and useless traditions
And blaze a brand new trail
With my life, write a new tale
Introduce a new theme
Add in a few more characters
And then dare to dream
About how my story could impact theirs
And their’s impact mine
Because maybe just, maybe
It might be better, might just be
Not to say, I did it on my own
All this, look I did it alone
No maybe it would be better
If we did it together
So that no matter what my lot
I can always know that I’ve got
Friends, right until the very end
Help, ready to be sent
Hands willing to be lent
So what need would I have for advancement
For money and accomplishment
I can find all that I need
Everything I seek from this life,
In relationship with fellow human beings
Community, Maybe this is what it means
The knowers are the star gazers
Who sit on the corner of the crescent moon
Wildly, wildly
With sparkling eyes
My notions are lacking substance
Lacking grace
Lacking innuendo
Separately I traverse
The same familiar paths
Day by day
Until the paper plates are all used up
And I sink deeply
Into a cushion sleeping
It's time for some honesty about P D & Me.
I think I've taken this as far as can possibly be.
BILLYtheKidster, aka me
and the Poet Destroyer, aka P D
are both two separate individual personalities
NOT of me.
Separately!
BILLYtheKidster is all me
and Poet Destroyer, aka P D is 100% P D He/P D She.
Poet Destroyer Is Not Me.
It was fun however basking in P D's glory,
however so briefly.
Thank you P D.
theKidster, Wild Billy
Well I guess that ends this little mystery
(but then again, I may still be screwing with all of you psychologically)
We shall see?
I have two sisters whom I love and adore
We are poets who can write of blood and gore.
Evil, Wicked, and Demented are our nicknames
Being fun and shocking is a few of our games.
Evil, for that, is I
Has had enough people lie
And tell me of their fearful woes
To only find they were only foes.
Evil has an "evil" mind
That can deliciously find
What may not be normal to some
To me can be quite exquisite fun.
Wicked is learning to find
Her very own peace of mind.
That man with a black soul
Her heart he had done stole.
Wicked's mind is so "wickedly" twisted
That her vengeance can't be listed.
But make no idiotic mistake
She can strike you just like a snake.
Demented is the one who knows
How to reel in all the beaus.
She can smile so delightfully sweet
And men seem to just fall at her feet.
Her mind is the most bizarre
She can be the evilest by far.
On her face, you will see a beautiful smile
While inside "demented" schemes most vile.
We are each who we are
All a particular shining star
Separately a Libra, Capricorn, and Leo
Collectively, we are The Haunted Trio.
A Song of Love to My Ex
Let me sing a song of love
Pennsylvania love in the Juniata Valley
Seventies love that tasted of incense smoke and Hendrix
Your lips were essence of wine
Your odor, my heaven.
Wooded walks through hanks and leaves of gingkoes
And talks that lasted till dawn
I lived my dream.
Let me sing a song of love,
innocent love, keystone love
That has no stress and strain.
Knows not of androids and Smart TV’s
Shares clothes
Plays chess and hikes miles.
How perfumed was the spring rain?
that welcomed me to womanhood
I was your gates of Heaven.
Let me sing a song of love
All about you, your preacher father
And all those siblings that I
Came to care so much, my dear heart
Hand and hand with Johnstown diamond,
Bliss emanating from my every pore,
I lived my fantasy.
Let me sing a song of love.
first real love that says, I will.
We came to the world each day fresh and new,
like children, naked in the sun
open to trees and skylight roof
twigs snapping below the weight of our mass
here we head for home
separately.
We will be hand and hand again with Jared diamond,
My wildest dream, maybe your nightmare.
Remember always, in spite of
everything that is now,
love is eternal,
and only life will determine
the end of
the story.
'
As I hear his voice singing to me
With his sweet songs, my heart
Begins to melt.
I continue to listen the lyrics within him to let me
Hear behind the music.
Each note he plays, is the memoirs of our intimacy.
Each sounds he makes, is the response of love he utter to me.
I pray that I don’t lose his tune.
Without his harmony, my spirit would be torn separately by
His absence.
I want to hear him play his gentle everlasting songs
For which I desire.
Oh my melody, my love; the wind of my atmosphere,
I beseech you to play and not to cease.
Please play for me.
Let me run my tongue along the lines of your history
Around the curves of your past
Winding up to today, here
Digesting through Braille the pricks and pathways
That have helped to form you
Let my breath communicate what my voice cannot form
Let me smooth your worn roads for a time
With outstretched arms
Let us seek out the children of our woods
Hiding behind the large oak
Shivering in the nights mist with crescent eyes
Let us decorate their faces with the paint of fireflies
Let me hold in my hands
The glass marbles of memories
The relics of my heart
The workings of my mind
There are bubbles so fragile here filled with the image
Of all that hope contains
Let them float
With starlit blues swirling on their surfaces
Let me whisper through your museums
Eyeing your artifacts
Warming the glass that contains them with my fingers
Until the bolts fall loose and I can feel their textures
Let us leave the shutter open until we are overexposed
Allowing the negative space to evaporate
Then hide with me in the dark room as we develop
For the times when we walk separately
We can carry these photographs to remind us
We should be like the quail in the desert sea
We should be happier than a honey bee at ease
We should be as joyful as a June bug, so free
We shouldn't talk behind each other's backs please
Adore us, for we are perfect in Your image
Belong once more, for we are not water under the bridge
Over the rainbow, we will be as one with Him
Very awesome that we're two peas in a pod -
Elegance will be our dance in a whim, in a whim
Engulfed in utter humility, for we believe in God
Vitality is key - just look up to He
Old sayings mean so much to us, but we are not in vain
Butterflies soar beautifully - we must have glee
Allow us to be made in unity...God will see us through our Pain
We should be telling the truth behind the lies
We should be accepting one another honestly
We should be yelling out our hellos and goodbyes
We shouldn't walk separately...we walk together preciously
Adore us, for we are perfect in Your image
Belong once more, for we are not water under the bridge
Over the rainbow, we will be as one with Him
Very awesome that we're two peas in a pod -
Elegance will be our dance in a whim, in a whim
Engulfed in utter humility, for we believe in God
Vitality is key - just look up to He
Old sayings mean so much to us, but we are not in vain
Butterflies soar beautifully - we must have glee
Allow us to be made in unity...God will see us through our Pain
We should be like the falcons in the blessed air
We should be hopeful as a beautiful dove without a care
We should be full of delight and share our love
We shouldn't take anyone for granite, but look towards Above
Our Felicity knows no rest and was
Often admonished by her Head Nurse.
It happened one day she was out for an errand
When a small boy was admitted to emergency.
With little thought she hurried to help,
forgetting she had no gloves on, nor a face mask.
The boy was very sick and required great care.
The Head Nurse realized something was going to happen.
Both were put in isolation separately. Felicity's
First symptom was a high fever. Blood samples were taken
And examined with urgency. A deadly bug had attacked them.
Immediately she was put on two drips, one for dehydration
And one to combat the bugs. It would be a slow recovery.
No one was allowed near her and she became weak.
In Malta, we say illness enters in tonnes and leaves in pounds.
So was it with Felicity. Gone was her smile, her singing,
And she became quite thin. Her father became a wreck.
But God has His ways, and slowly she began to recover.
Finally, she was discharged but with orders from the Head Nurse.
You are not to come to work before my consent,
You will not lose your job. But you must eat and rest.
Her parents were at her beck and call.
He bought her a comfy sofa, a large television,
And a blue comfortable Outdoor Hammock Chair Hang Swing
Erected under a large oak tree that was blessed with a breeze.
Soon but slowly she regained her smile, her good-looking figure
And even ventured for short walks along the winding river.
She learned to appreciate her birds’ singing and the lovely blooms.
She began to frequent gardens and admire the various flowers.
Finally, after some months she was allowed to resume her work.
The Head nurse was adamant. Morning shifts only for a while,
With fixed hours. No extra work and no emergency visits.
She still attended church but changed her tune to
God will find a way. Blessed be God.
This poem is fiction but taken from my experience with life in a hospital.
Everybody cooks at their own time and temperature.
Your journey is for you, mine, uniquely, for me.
We are not 'sameness-evolved' meant to be.
We all grow our spirits separately,
so, too, our emotions and philosophies.
Uniqueness serves our soul’s artistry.
Some of us are new souls, others advanced.
Earth-mingling our unique is not circumstance.
If manifesting divine potential were a tangible,
it would be a puzzle of pieces non-sequential.
When souls combine the 'know' their lives did grow,
various, glorious soul-twinkles will truth guide us.
We are same totally loved, differently etched.
Each of us, a spiritual beacon from His Kingdom,
may, in time, entwine to design a brand new Eden.
Green is green and must be that, but blue is none the worse for it.
*Image of Tree, Sunrise, Birds, Mountain by Pixabay.
'Twas Joy Quite Speakable
Beneath the springtime colors,
of azures sky light blue
Are chartreuse plumpish grapes that seem,
to dangle vines so true,
Nearby there lies a babbling brook,
that took our breath away,
Along its length hugging its sides,
were violets on display,
Behind them stood gold daffodils,
magnificence had sprung,
'Twas more than just bright color full,
'tis birds whose tweets had sung,
Now, this sensation we all shared,
brung utter sheer delight,
With smiling faces, laughter too,
a wondrous blessed sight,
On bikes, we rode top country roads,
those feelings stayed with us,
We heard a tune and whistled soon,
thereafter sang its chorus,
Sidewalk cafe we wined and dined,
its cuisine was genuine,
Our waiters tipped us with a song,
and we all had tipped in-kind,
We rode around a quaint old town,
the late noon sun sublime,
then realized the dimming skies,
the telltale signs of time,
We went right off back to the loft,
within the city's square,
hugging each other and then one another,
separately as a pair,
A night of rest we woke refreshed,
and had a lite breakfast,
Our bags were packed, friends back to back,
as we hugged until the last,
I sensed the app, that speakable capped,
and the fullness of heaven's glory,
that all we're feeling, the sense of reeling,
'twas joy in the heart of our story!
"Joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart to stay!"
2022 February 01
*1st Place*
Joy, Hope and kindness
~~Angela Tune: Judged 2022 February 20
We were joined before we met, each on our own path. Separately we faced challenges that changed us little by little. As we changed in our separate lives we were becoming what we each needed when our lives intercepted. Inevitably, we became linked in our journey. Our path in life merged into one and from that point forward we were meant to travel together. We have helped each other over obstacles and trudged up mountains together. We often take our reprieve to enjoy the view that we have earned before we set off to continue our adventure. Each challenge strengthens us as does the reward.
The reward, perhaps the greatest, is the knowing. We have come to know each other without words. Fore, words play little in the knowing of the ones we love. It’s the building of simple actions and efforts that help us to continue to grow and to know… it’s the kiss on the top of the head, the hot cup of coffee that awaits, the patient listening of one’s day. These are the actions of love. These are but a small glimpse of how we know so much without words. Through all of our time together I have come to know so much of you, yet there is still so much to learn. However, I know you. I know the you that the world does not get to know. I know, therefore, I love.
You are the one
Who fell for me
Took me out on dates
Treated me out
Drove me around
always Fondled my hair
Drew me close
remember you gave me the first kiss
Felt me passionately under the moonlight
Told me mine was the scent
You adored
Impressed me with your wits
You are the one
Who one day
Proposed me
Said you'll take care of me
Of all my needs
Never desert me
Never hurt me
You are the one
To have asked my parents
For my hand
The consent given
We came closer
we jumped off boards for fun
all Well enjoyed time
You are the one
Who married me
Wedding vows were undertaken
Vowed to be together
Through thick or thin
You are the one
To take me home
And were always by my side
Life went on smoothly
Then came our baby
You went to work
Brought home toys
Played ,loved and hugged
The baby always
now you are the one
Who wishes
To live separately
To desert me for another
Changed the course of our lives
I'm still in a maze
What prompted you
Variety or status change
Whatever so
We have now drifted away
You are the one
Who now will ,sit and regret.