Best Sidestep Poems
We overthink the things we lose
but overlook the things we gain
ever mourning fire and flood
never praising gentle rain
We sidestep blessings every day
to favor troubles with our care
like little orphans left behind
our lonely blessings languish there
Days, months and years go by
and from our minds are never far
the memories of times and things
and people that no longer are
Images of things gone by
deep within our thought life swell
but we should never stay there long
for there we are not meant to dwell
Our eyes ought never be so cast
too far behind nor far ahead
that we lose sight of what's at hand
be thankful for what's here instead
Look around and you will see
your life is graced by lovely things
no reason for the past to long
no need to fly on desperate wings
If you should think on loved ones past
remember them with joy and laughter
but for those here with you today
spare not your love which they seek after
Loved ones gone would never ask
for you to stay among the dead
the good old days were sometimes bad
you had your share of tears to shed
Wisdom never comes with youth
it's learned through years and often pain
but once you have it then you'll see
not what you've lost, but what you've gained
Categories:
sidestep, blessing, hope, life, thanks,
Form:
Rhyme
THE WAITING GAME
I'm playing the waiting game,
not futilely nor waiting in vain.
My delivery, my parcel my expectation;
forces me to ambulation.
I want it now,
my elixir my kisser;
sit and lull for the lister;
who swore to me a delivery vow.
For what do I wait,
as the hours grow late?
And why won't it come now!
Anticipation sloths, it insists I allow,
as time cannot expedite it's rate,
Heavens! give it to me now!
When the bloody hell will it be,
is some great force slowing delivery?
I must have it.
I cannot wait one bit.
Wait! I make no demand; we did agree.
My tactic is only made idly,
and can wait out eternity.
Ooohhhhh when I have it in hand!
Patience called into my spirit land.
I am closer, I count clock's tick's;
Calm. Tools down.
For it will come around,
as it was assured by honor bound.
Can you relate to this, my expound?
Then I can be more comfortably sound.
The duration of stagnation calls for liberation
with such I am spared ruination
I've gone through elation and vexation and frustration,
Yet yes, I will have my placation.
This trial and tribulation is vocation of sedation and stagnation.
An empty marathon that knows not capitulation.
I will have my unification.
My determination matches my frustration across the duration.
In the end I sidestep ruination and have my elation.
Categories:
sidestep, time, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
Pig a billa
Good tucker is ol pig-billa,
Porcupine Echidna hey,
Favourite food of Aboriginals,
Has him own spears anyway,
Track him cross the hot red sand,
Which way does he go, today,
Claws on his back legs are a pointing,
Where he come from, there we say,
Dead possum hanging oer the water,
Maggots falling soon they may,
Yellow belly sucks em sorta,
Big ol Cod could eat em hey,
Marbuk silent as a Gum-tree,
Waits with fishing plurry spear,
See the flash of yella-belly, see,
Him on the coals to sear!
Swish of killer boomerang,
As the wild ducks leave the water,
Pelted as a hundred swam,
Got a Shag hook nosed just sorta,
Break-em wing as it leaves the water,
Bloody tough meat make you chew,
Yarraman is a horse you see,
Milinbri beast of cattle, be,
Crocodile he waits for you,
Don’t swim where he will maybe chew,
After the death roll kills you, oughta,
Fresh meat ol tourist brought ya,
To Cape York for interview.
Ole Croc can get you too!
Sidestep this frenzy slaughter….
Whatever ya bloody do.
Ole Johnson the reporter …Don
Categories:
sidestep, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
One little sidestep off the beaten track,
Is a colorful garden of dazzling shades,
With blood red geraniums of scintillating hue
Interspersed by those of white and baby pink,
Where beauty sings mysteriously,
Reigning in every theme, a place of bliss
Where silence speaks for itself,
Where bees are the only intruders, I suppose.
A place to feast the eyes and relax,
Reminding one of the Garden of Eden!
At its center is someone, in blossoming beauty.
Not sure if she is sitting on the edge of a boulder,
Or simply crouching on the carpet of grass,
Or is it a statue set up amid the array of flowers?
An angelic form so intent on what she does,
Lost to the world, her face bent,
But eyes moving up and down,
In tandem with the sewing needle in hand.
Is she stitching a frock for her little girl,
Sitting close to her mother’s feet?
A starlet fallen from the night sky,
Or a cherubim dropped down from heaven’s height,
In flowing azure blue frock with golden hair.
She too, like her mother, is so absorbed,
Pouring her soul in to the open book in her lap.
May be a ploy employed by the mother,
Not to disturb her in her work.
Oh, vagrant winds, come not close,
To disturb the tranquility of the two
Wholly sinking into what they are doing.
Kindly veer in another direction
And don’t interrupt their solitude!
April.22. 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere . No1210 Poetry Contest
This is based on Claude Monet's famous painting- Madame- Monet-and-child, where he has pictured his wife Camille and child in his garden.
Categories:
sidestep, appreciation, beauty, garden,
Form:
Ekphrasis
caged like a Tiger in her way,
passion, power, sensual hey,
do not cross the one in stripes,
she will rip ya, tear ya like sliced tripe,
dodge sidestep, swiftly run away,
or p.d. will have her way,
ace of spades, delight,
surreal, wake in fright,
death comes swift they say....
thanks p.d. 'Tiger in a cage'
Don
Categories:
sidestep, adventure, sensual,
Form:
Ballad
Gail Doyle
Contest Name
Writing A Heartfelt Poem To A Soldier
Soldier
I am proud you went to war,
to fight those evil ones,
May God protect you keep you safe,
Till homeward bound you come.
May you sidestep death and slaughter,
Return yet to your mum,
And find love as you oughta,
With the sound of battle done,
So changed so thrust to manhood,
To be the serious one,
Sadness dims the dark of night,
Good friends, where death has come..
Categories:
sidestep, adventure, death, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Robert Hinshaw, what you do is great,
i say because, its comedy in poetry,
we could use a few more like you,
to tickle us until we spew,
keep em coming on true blue,
till you sidestep out the gate.
THE POETS BLOODY FATE, MATE.
Yes Bob it's enjoyable,
tossing lines back n forth,
stirrin the possum one more time,
till he don't know south from north,
words do flow tween toe n toe,
never to be rich, but mates abound,
all around, jabbering onward forth!
good on ya Bob
ya aint no snob,
to know a Galah like me,
great words you talk,
I'll squeak n squalk,
till this bird is flappin free:)
Don
to bring a smile to a few dials, in the nasty world we have,
do whatever you do with style, if not call 4 a cab hehehe,
great hobby mate ...no debate ...but feedback brings it on ..
the words do flow ...sandgoanna goes ....but Johnson lingers on
on ya Bob
Don
Categories:
sidestep, adventurewords,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m finally growing up; I realize
Real eyes can recognize these real lies
Lies he, in a landscape barren
Bearin’ a false teachin’ he believed in
Deceived by these elders, he felt like the bait
Bate the result as they betray the whole class of oh-eight
Ate the lessons; trusted; left awed
Odd how you long to go back, sidestep the façade
Fraud; caused his mind to alter
Altar of this education abandoned; falter
Faltered, for as he appraised
Praised then, all of the knowledge he gained
...
(To be continued)
Categories:
sidestep, education, life, teeneducation,
Form:
Rhyme
socks sidestep to the sock dimension,
in order to get away,
they tire of carrying our suspension,
don't like the smell they say,
who cares for the undersock:) hey.....Don Johnson
Categories:
sidestep, adventure
Form:
Rhyme
p.d.
Blackness crawls upon the pillow,
sidestep it, dodging like a willow,
play the game of 'me no never mind,'
see it stumbling far behind,
laugh in its face our Bilbo,
like....
"me no never mind"
Don
hold your breath as demons pass,
they can't enter, still as glass,
get a grip upon your soul,
outcast entitys till you're whole,
ah yes, alone at last...
p d's repulsive slumber
Categories:
sidestep, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
Fine Line
A fine line between madness and sane,
Sometimes I wonder which side I am playing,
The rhyming goes on, it rattles her name,
which side am I playing, sidestep the insane,
I look at the women, they don’t see me pass,
Guess I’m just made of that, see through glass,
Rhymes they keep coming, they misspell my name,
Who is that bugger, that talks in the brain?
The doctors can’t tell me, am I insane,
I break into chuckles, when I hear my name,
Too late I am doubting , the looks of disdain,
Sometimes on the one side, the other again.
24-sep-11
Nancy Jones
Contest Name Fine Line
Categories:
sidestep, adventure,
Form:
Ballade
Dark though inside stars can keep you warm
But like arias— never stepping chase
This solo softens when distance far
For blacking out slowly— memory's sake.
I see you so beautiful in gray.
And I'm gray too— in your bright waxing dust;
Where I riddle away with our cause.
In this dizain, I pull on you near—
Though we sidestep a shadow love,
Falling stars flicker in eyes— my tears.
Categories:
sidestep, deep, emotions, humanity, introspection,
Form:
Dizain
Life is a game to be won -
a challenge to be met-
A gamble you risk-
a poem to be written-
a test to be studied for--
A story to be told -
a character to be remembered...
If you lose the game-
learn the rules
win the next one,
If could not meet
the challenge head on -
sidestep it
and keep going -
If you don't take a risk you will
never know your full potential.
Write that poem thats in your heart
see the world thru a poet's eyes.
Studied and prepare for the next level.
Keep a journal, keep pictures
to prove you existed.
Build your character
become a legend in your own time.
Life is a cause to live for...
but worthy enough to die for
If a man has nothing
he'd die for--
Then he has
nothing to live for.
Categories:
sidestep, analogy, giving, life,
Form:
List
I have ceased staring at the allure
of moon and stars,
long past laying my head at loves feet.
I can pen no words, or expressive
musings; the rose within my soul,
withered...sullen thorns remain.
I am a strayed embodiment of Him
and my mortal confines, chases His shine.
~
I
have searched every smile and veritable
tears in unknown faces; lingered to inhale
the fragrant breaths of both young and
old. I dared graze
the pulse of undaunted hearts
hoping to catch His presence...
quick to sidestep those
garbed in wintry stone.
~
Today
I heard him clearly in a
child's laughter; inviting
and engaging …but the
message was not
for me.
~
I
have looked within natures
subtle passages; as I arise
before the sun each
day. Still I am
alone...ashamed
that even His shadow
eludes me.
~
Alas,
the vigor in my walk has
dissolved into a drunkards
dance...doddering and
pointless.
~
Yesterday, I closed
eyes and heart;
an apparition watching
my funeral's passing.
Suddenly, He was beside me
around me...everywhere;
alas, in life...I failed to turn
my head and see him.
Categories:
sidestep, deep, emotions, journey, lost,
Form:
Free verse
Life is a game to be won -
A challenge to be met-
A gamble you risk-
A poem to be written-
A test to be studied for
A story to be told
A character to be remembered...
If you lose the game –
learn the rules, win the next one.
If you could not meet the challenge head-on;
Sidestep it and keep going.
If you don't take a risk you
will never know your full potential.
Write that poem that’s in your heart,
see the world thru a poet's eyes.
Study and prepare for the next level.
Keep a journal, save pictures
to prove you existed.
Build your character,
become a legend in your own time.
Life is a cause to live for...
but worthy enough to die for.
If a man has nothing he'd die for –
Then he has nothing to live for.!
Categories:
sidestep, life,
Form:
List