Best Singled Poems
In memory of----
Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
I sit here alone to forget the taste of air.
Overwhelm by the scene -unbelievable footage
18 seconds long, "I can't breathe."
My judgment "GONE" stressing all night long
I use to fear dark colors, now I fear spinning bright lights
Red, White, and Blue, I spew the NY crew
What's wrong with your blue eyes?
You see him, you want him to die
What a day to trade -- a life for illegal cigarettes
Persecution and judgment day, sweet life - taken away
"I can't breathe", executed in broad daylight!
Bullets left and right
Who's policing the police
What happened to mind our business?
Moneymaker refused to be singled out
A hurting voice tackled by racism
Free to see, pouring his heavy heart,
Oinkers demand the ground, shutting down his testament
8 times too many, "I can't breathe!"
Where did his vitals go?
No one to tap him out, pound the pavement!
What the hell, why are you just standing there???
Stress, anger, madness, the voice of innocence
"I can't breathe." the volume to valium
"Officer, did you not hear the man?"
Are you deaf, have you forgotten how to save a life?
Is it just the NYPD or is it every other badge,
Insinuating crime's a one-color show.
We are all criminals, why the excessive heat?
Shot, tasered, beat down, pepper-sprayed, now on the ground
The mother of all chokeholds, murdered, outnumbered
The echoes remain "I can't breathe!"
- The truth!
Eric Garner robbed of his own natural path and youth
One man down eyed suspiciously
Perplexed minds suffocating him instantly
The mistrusted, the awe, the hate,
So tangible, uniforms using deadly force
One asthmatic in a chokehold
Slamming his head on the floor
Open wounds, worldwide tears
My heart goes to the family and friends left behind
A courageous last breath, for the first and last time
"I can't breathe," now deceased.
You left this world unwilling, waking up a strong community
Strolling in a safer world, where racial discrimination doesn't exist
"I can't breathe," Eric Garner Rest in peace!
By: PD
Anxiety (The Worst Noose In Town)
-- like flooding waters, creeping in
I count 30, seconds, holding my breath again
Drowning in agitation, overwhelmed by fear
I try to hide the pressure in hopes I don't pass out
My pores are soaked, from all the perspiration
I feel the pins and needles pushing in
My skin is ruined from all the peeling
At this point, I can't seem to win
Washed out by dead hope and desire
My soul is lost searching for a shore
leashing, grasping and ripping the chest wide
I count 40, seconds, once nausea can't be blocked
Everything about this moment is driving me mad,
I need to escape, however, my knees are too weak
I tremble while losing control to the emotional distress
My knuckles are pale, detached from reality,
wounds forced with further embarrassment.
Guaranteed failure surrounds my day
Numbness strikes my very essence - I can't move!
Lost in a room,
Therapy - even so I feel singled out
HAPPY VALENTINES (it can get the best of us)
---------------------------- love Linda
A strange blue rose - alone
midst an array of clustered flowers -
a few of them her friends -
the shy violets, lovely white lilies, and bold marigolds.
In the gracious garden spot the traveler singled her out -
his gaze resting admiringly upon her.
Each day as he passed that spot,
she was the one he sought. . .
And day by day the traveler came around,
speaking through the fence softly in sweet sounds
that wafted her way with the wind.
Persistent wasp, in guise of a honeybee,
he tried so hard to wear that flower down. . .
till unexpectedly, he strode right through the gate,
and blissfully ignorant of a rose's care,
plucked her up, swept her high up into the air,
and uprooted that blue rose from her safe soil.
But he did not a gardener make.
Knowing nothing of roses,
he knew very little of any flower he pursued.
Moreover, one mere blue rose cannot long compete
with the other bright fanciful flowers
which, along that traveler's path, he was sure to meet.
Those soft whispered words
that caressed her blossomed cheek
soon ceased.
And the water to her soul (if a rose has a soul,
he did not care to know), stopped its flow.
Scars he left -
new thorns on her stem that grew outward
from his cruel cut,
but she'd go on. . . .
Long time replanted now in solid refuge ground,
the strange blue rose
has gained self-understanding,
that one thing for himself (she imagines)
which the traveler she so briefly knew
has never found.
I've gone too far to ever come back
bad luck stuck in a mental trap
I’m going to start accepting facts
Suck in no air so lungs collapse
I had ambitions to reach the top
Until I saw how high it sits
A fear of heights told me "stop"
So I live my life in the pits
Singled out and always the one
Acting like a stupid prick
Single now and always a one
thinking that I must be thick
Never in love never content
Jumping dumb from bed to bed
Every friend came and went
Dump them slump then in to dread
I circle around this sinking drain
I’ve seen the sights this life can give
sunken deep down in odious pain
I live with only life to give
I live this gift this life I live
though nasty times are these
I take the roughest with the snuggest
in changing sceneries
I don’t eat food sleep or chat
I live without routine
I don’t compete my mood is flat
I have no social scene
I gift back this life I was given
This gift no good for me
I wish that I can be forgiven
A want to be set free.
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Anxiety creeping like flooding water
Soaking into every crack and pore
Washing away the hope you may desire
Leaving you searching for a shore
leashing, grasping and ripping the chest wide
wounds forced with further embarrassment
guaranteed failure surrounds my day
therapy - still I feel singled out
A collaboration with SKAT A: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=17922
Part 1
Onion
the delicacy of friendship
I found you in the flowers
Standing tall we become one
Looking down from gangly towers
Squash, you burn, you pillage, son.
Follow me you say in tongues
Thy shallow mind reveal me tell
Whisper lies clean load the guns
I feel the burn I rot in hell
Friend folly menacing the liar
I loathe this coffin how it leaks
Dear foe you raped me set on fire
The onion peal itself and weeps
Part 2
Traitor
dear monkey boy
Older eyes eat themselves,
glance and kill the other
Unified in the dance,
they steer the musty rudder.
Pained and sweeter deeper wells,
poised buckets drunk with water.
Singled out the one that dried,
handed weights to pull him under.
Wiser times capture the mind,
death justifies dishonor.
Knife slice neat through the devil's back,
who stares blank and milks the udder.
Part 3
Tempest
patron saint
Inside this box
Goodbye tempestuous fall
My puppet of steel coiled thread
Smashed buttons and twisted dread,
Alarm these doors, and
Escape this delusive bunker bed
Stamp the spiders
Thief, vulture of the deflection
The mocking patron of the sinners
Erase this affliction
Relating inward at the reflection
Rise you fool
Part 4
Phoenix
i love you
close the grip
cinched hematic grip
drenched, clawing
seeking the sheave
becoming the counterweight
i absorb, now
extracting the heat
rise like a phoenix
away to be gone to be free
fix me! i have fixed me
i am alive and i love you
Part 5
Aye, Damager
Abolish her state of disrepair
Scattered, spattered drippy thoughts
All around this box of soused leaves
Soak, ferment in the faith of our love
I can't fix this, you know
I loathe this misunderstanding
Of what I am speaking, projecting
To me, Aye Damager, to you
This devil in me
turned and twisted
A wrecked elevator in rejection
Years locked painfully aware
...
When the snout of lush abundance is full and flowing,
when all prey and creature-kind spill upon the verdant swards,
then it is that I worry night and day,
for the stoat, fox and hawk are at work,
they scythe in the whelm and nimiety, they hack and harrow.
The kits and chuckling’s are many, the light too bright;
for then the foragers forgoing fright, are palpable and open.
The long-eared nibblers, hairs on scattered rodents laid bare,
they scutter, skitter and twitch much in the open
greatly prone to be pounced upon;
their paltry pelts all unhidden, and being many,
and not running, they are huddled; yet not strong.
If this slew not ease, if the grabbers not falter,
if the singled-out dither, the glut not wither,
then the green snake will climb to where nestlings hutch -
they all so easily plucked and quickly snatched.
I worry for the wee brown birds; mottled shells still unhatched.
I fear a winnowing, withal a harsh hazard of gorge and sate.
I fret for the freshly delivered, the teeming,
the newly produced, all the bounding bounty
for those too easily found and so, arrived too late.
Love sought me out
Never leaving me in doubt
From my Mother’s eyes
Shining bright, alive, life-size
Love silenced all my fears
Wiping away my tender tears
Reassuring my soul of hope
Silencing weeping so I could cope
Love braved the coldest dread
Making me feel joy instead
Encouraging my faith, my trust
Erasing worry and every disgust
Love singled me out to believe
Silencing uncertainty, so I receive
Promises of a future so bright
It’s pretty much black and white…
Love lives inside, always smiling
Charming, persuading, beguiling
Creating a home for every dream
Where God’s wonder reigns supreme
Love like this is alive, a dancing fire
Reminding the heart to believe and admire
The grace that brings relief and peace
It will never go away, never release
The heart from its amazing conviction
That love is more than simply addiction
Love is the prayer and the solution
Love is the heart and soul’s restitution
Like a light burning away the darkness
Removing the past’s haunting, its starkness
With the brilliance of a passion so alive
The feelings inside the heart will forever thrive
God is love and love is God
Wherever you go, here or abroad
There is no doubt that love abides
Joy, hope and peace it always provides
Love like this is a wonder
Nothing can ever put it asunder
The Meaning of Love Poetry Contest
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August 19, 2022
Finger of God
I have never liked to be pointed at or picked out of a crowd
especially when I have known I have done something bad
but the thought of having Father God’s finger selecting
me among the millions has at times made my heart so very glad.
To be singled out from millions more talented
and to know that me, He has indeed called
to do a special work for Him or
that He would permit me to minister for Him at all.
Oh, to be chosen by the Lord
what a true honor this really is
and I’ve gladly left home and land in answer to His voice
for I surely would not have wanted this calling to miss.
Father God’s finger Lord gladly I’d like
to have it now pointing at me
because of the power of your Holy Ghost
abiding within He has given me the victory.
And now, not just Your finger Lord
but Your whole hand I’ll gladly take
for I desire to walk worthy of Your calling
and if corrections are due then, certain changes I will gladly make.
Because my Father
Your blessed face is what I do seek,
not only on Sundays will I make an appearance before Your throne
but also every day of the week.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
1994
HAT HALO
My eyes are on you, can't help but let it show
this is so real, and I got to find a way to let you know!!!
Angel!!! Angel!!! of mine, please don't go
I'm loving the Hat Halo.
you have my attention, you have my thoughts, you have my heart.
praying for just one chance, I promise to be Smart.
look at this hat, no this a crown
I just turned all the way around
I want you, I need you, and I want to grow
I'm loving your Hat Halo.
You are special in every way, I pray being honest is okay
I'm loving you and the view, I singled you out from your crew
your energy is so powerful and strong
knowing I belong. I promise to be in your afterglow,
simply loving the Hat Halo.
Sit back relax and embrace this heavenly vibe and peaceful flow
this is so real and not for spectacle or show. the universe is cooperating
so never close this majestic door. You too can enjoy the mystery of loving the Hat Halo.
HAT HALO FOREVER!!!!
The physicality of you
watching me rattle my keys
in your dream watching you,
in a fever, the feels bubble up
inside the mourning zombie
summons an evening ghost
which keys to be
singled out
to open
which cavity
slid into that
which is locked
magically
dissolving all
that for a time
walls stop
and the miraculous
touching confronting occurs
the meeting
of mind and body
honey in the ethereal
qwerty world
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—a most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say—
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie…
A child—with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings—
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.”
Honey.
Beauty!a major gift to her.
Swift in swords art,
A lover of wisdom,
A heart stronger than steel
The sight of her beautiful city
Laid wake all night
Giving thanks to their
Beautiful patron goddess
The sight of athens
Was nearly as beautiful as athena
With the owl as her symbol
Of peace and justice.
Athena!a beautiful and
Wise warrior princess
The pride of Olympus
Athena!the heart of her father
Her beauty knew no mother
She was talented like no other
Her vast rule knew no border
She was bathed with gold
And rays of sunshine.
Her love for wisdom made
her unique in a godly way
With her sword of wisdom on
Her right hand and a shield
Of experience on the left,
She led her people to war
And always came back victorious
Athens was the pride of greece
Gifted with great men...
of great many talents.
It all leads back to her
The patron goddess athena
She ruled with peace and justice
Her uniqueness revealed itself
In many ways.....Of all on
Olympus,she was singled out
As the wisest and bravest
To have ever lived.
and on a small stone upon a lonely hill a single name engraved . . .
_________________________
September 30, 2012
Poetry/Monoku/engraved
Copyright Protected, ID 09-424-549-30
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Singled Out
Sponsored, Debbie Guzzi, Judged 11/12
First Place
Cry not for me as night slips...my ashes wander among herbs and moonlight.
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Singled Out Contest of Debbie
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