Best Simply Poems
I guess we can struggle when we sit down to write
But use your own words - to plagiarise isn’t right
When I read a poem that’s simply too good to be true
I then begin to question, was it even written by ‘you’
If I google a few lines will give me the answer
You’re caught read handed – you are a chancer
I just want to read poems that I’ve never read before
If I find copied poems I won’t read ‘yours’ any more
Why claim words from another writer, as it is a crime
You’ll never find stolen words in any poem of mine
7th February 2015
My finger hovers
Shall I turn you on today
You lie there tempting me
I need to know what buttons to press
But when I press those buttons
You respond immediately and burst into life
Every Wednesday you leave me little messages
I try to ignore them but you are so persistent
You want to update
I want to write
I press any key to continue
And you ignore me and update anyway
My husband is fed up with the distress you cause me
He has a cunning plan to fix you forever ...
No more automatic updates
From now on you and I can live together in perfect harmony
I can press the right keys to update you when it suits ME
Now I am in complete control!
Computer Poem Contest – Carol Eastman
29th March 2015
Too hard for me to say goodbye
For all apparent reasons why
Even though we all know it must be
Each heart will someday stop the beat
When the rhythm of life, and silence, finally meet
.
Yet I always seem so surprised
To find that death is part of life
Knowing that regret, will now haunt my every rhyme
The specter called "if only", will inhabit every line.
Wish I could arbitrate a deal to have gained a little time
Just one more talk with Sissy, to ease my guilty mind.
.
And the sun now sets on my regrets
I gamble on time and lose each bet
Thinking I'll move on and yet,
here I set . . .
Wishing for one more time
One more pun
One more smile
That will never come
.
If I could just recall the things you said that mattered to you most.
Memories un memorized
That now I'll never know
Years of conversation when I didn't pay attention
Times I should have said I love you
And somehow failed to mention
.
Then when you tried to tell me you felt your time was drawing near
Your selfish little brother pretended not to hear.
Even when you did your best, and tried to let me know
You'd made your peace and you were ready, and that for you . . .
It was simply time to go
exotic orchids
tropical beautiful blooms
sensual allure
20th January 2015
Inexpert at rhyme
or singing in time
I bray like a laryngitic donkey
my artwork's inept
I'm ham-fisted except
when doodling things that are wonky
Of style I'm bereft
my feet are both left
splayed in an opposite direction;
'tis little wonder
I blindfully blunder
into despair and abject dejection
My mind is a bog
of gunk and cheap grog
my gray matter's shrinking, I fear
today is a haze
yesterday a maze
and everything's clearly unclear
My dress sense is eish
and fits not my niche
nor do my shorts, come to that
my flip-flops are worn
my t-shirts all torn
one boob is fat, one is flat!
Despite many a flaw
I'm not an eyesore
though ungainly and lacking in style
with my stunning good looks
I easily hooked
your soon-to-be-ex with my smile
Am l now simply forgotten
Just like that
No longer needed or required
Disposed of , though still intact
So many years and time given
At a drop of a hat
Am l now simply forgotten
Just like that
OOPS - I must have used invisible ink
Happy April Fools Day to you all
Hugs Jan ***
1st April 2015
I Simply Love You
In the pastel dawn
I love You.
In the red hot of noonday
I love You.
At the green summer teatime
I love You.
When sunset’s brilliant jewels fade to twilight
I love You.
In evening’s deep blue and diamond stars
I love You.
As I close my eyes to black of black,
I love You.
And ‘til dawn to dawn, and forever dawns,
I love You.
Complicated I am not
Frustrated I can be
Simple is my quest
Contests I do my best
I leave perfection to all the rest
I only write what I feel
Spell Check I leave up to you
Much soup mail I receive
A true blessing given to me
Helpful hints and missed spelled words
All giving me love in your words
My head is not so big
To help me when in need
My heart fills with smiles
When I make a mistake
For I know you will help me
This is the love I have found
I love making Mistakes and
Your Soup Mail you send to me!
Simply birds chirp, chirping in song,
belonging to a cloudy day.
Simply birds plink, plinking paradisaically.
Wee angels with harps in their wings.
Simply my teeny, tiny forest at play.
Tweets twine like ivy, inviting a smile.
Simply the sweetest sound of mirth.
Sans birdsong, saddest silence on earth.
Her
simply.
Her
intensely,
my world.
Her
a peach.
Her
juices singing
a melody.
Her
cooling,
to my
burning hot.
Her
trickled
out my
lips,
on my
chin.
Her
smears
my flesh.
Her
lingers.
Her
just
a taste
Her!
04~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
I think that I may be indecisive.
But now I’m not really quite sure
I can’t seem to make up my mind
I've never had this problem before
I used to see everything in black and white
Now I can’t decide and nothing is right
I was going to buy some venison
But decided it was a little deer
Maybe I’ll get some new glasses
So my clouded judgement is clear
26th April 2015
Rainbows of the heart
Colorful your eyes
Love's forever beautiful
With warm and tender Smiles
Yet Know That For Truth, Such Simply Will Not Suffice
While you may want flowers spread across brightest room,
some write of death, darkness, usual daily doom.
Try not to judge us as hard, heartless and cruel
or a savage beast using a barbaric tool.
We too, often see and want feel good paradise
yet know that for truth, such simply will not suffice.
Tho' my heart oft sings, remembers love's sweet delights
my soul knows life is also about daily fights.
Judging me so harsh, thinking me a brutal beast
know evil fears me more and I have that at least.
I think to warn others, the young that do not know
life no bed of roses, oft is a horror show!
As I sling ink, I will not to pressure now bend
for I see clear, who is foe and who is my friend.
Saddened that heavy words must fall and thus be sent
if you have no tolerance, this for you is meant.
I've held my sword, refusing to use its sharp blade
now recent deceptions, have my spirit remade.
I take no hits, without sending like in return
respect I do not give, unless it is well earned.
If my principles and morals are deemed too low
keep your false heart and embrace the darkness you know.
My words, I shall not for anyone trash or burn
nor act as world is not bitter milk in a churn.
While you may want flowers spread across brightest room,
some write of death, darkness, usual daily doom.
Try not to judge us as hard, heartless and cruel
or a savage beast using a barbaric tool.
We too, often see and want feel good paradise
yet know that for truth, such simply will not suffice.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-05-2018
Note- Sad that recent actions by some have made clear to me that friends they never were but instead used such deception for nefarious deeds, etc...
I write my poetry to benefit others, not to lull the young into thinking that this world is a bed of roses. If my presenting that reality bothers some, then tough.
I'll not change a word of any of my poems due to disapproval from others that have no true poet's heart....
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Total # Words: 286
Smile, little boy. It's only a picture:
a gateway to memories you shall
never seek.
A frozen frame of forgotten fear
from falling.
So, smile now as you will be watched
through aged eyes.
Show those teeth, and tell yourself:
"No time was enough to tame my
iron will.
I was, I am, and I shall be smiling."
Smile, little girl. It's only a picture:
A time machine to mother's cookies
attempting
to mask the taste of daddy's
goodbye.
A preserved photo of a perfect
princess.
So smile now and laugh away the
trials.
Smile, young lady. Smile.
The same smile that makes you
beautiful.
Smile, world. It's only a picture:
A time and place only we can choose
to relive again.
A lesson flash frozen and scribbled in
the history books for insurance of
our evolution.
So look back and smile at the
caption of our origins: A still frame
of ancestors captured in the midst of
candid mistake as to say:
"I reveal to and leave you the worst
of me for the better of future face,
and you shall do the same..."
So smile for the snap of a present
imperfection
And be temporarily ignorant and
shameful, but learn:
All the world's a background, and life
is but a never ending parable, with
the virtues improved upon, and the
vices remembered for wisdom.
So, smile, people, It's simply a
picture.