Best Sizeable Poems
“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continues to play”
The 'umbilical cord',
hereby symbolic,
its severance
where
initiated,
a soul of three,
and then much more.
Growing up was an
in-depth shared
furtherance,
whereupon,
directives were encountered,
either embraced or tossed aside.
Time and again, instant moments,
encouraging considerations,
imbued ponderance,
whereto,
we tether ourselves
to a sizeable pole of justifications.
Hail to a fitness club, or a cab to a McDonald's,
intermittent intervals, slim down or fatten up,
choice batters about a pole that remains,
until life expectance,
leans awkward,
wherefore
for time indulgence,
slacks a major facet as the pole evolves minor,
for one's immediate concerns, lies elsewhere, a priority.
All the while, the pole was steadfast but never silent
taking a backseat to the urgencies of the moment
significance tallies the hours near,
wherein
one now realizes that time is fleeting,
wonders how one's pole has shaped itself, was it worth their while.
At that instant, open their eyes
and see the poles that are
standing around them
bedside so they can
measure their
worth truly.
Where
we mete
out ourselves
to whom we truly
Blessed Assurance.
Categories:
sizeable, allusion, analogy, appreciation, character,
Form:
Concrete
"Woman raises over $315K for homeless veteran . . ." ABC News Nov '17
A homeless man with only twenty dollars to his name,
a sincere good Samaritan with no designs on fame,
observed a stranded woman near the interstate one night
and knew he had to be the one to remedy her plight.
When she remained in her locked car, just as he asked, he went,
to buy a can of gasoline. She must have thought God sent
an angel to her rescue. She and many more would show
they could be good Samaritans as well, and all would know
compassion thrives in many hearts. No matter how stone-cold
the world may seem, there still remain those willing to be bold
in giving. Kate McClure set up a GoFundMe account;
a throng of caring people raised a sizeable amount.
They want to see this ex-fire fighter/vet back on his feet.
They feel that Johnny Bobbitt rates a life beyond the street.
Sometimes one person’s actions serve as catalysts that lead,
as in this case, to numerous kind and noteworthy deeds.
Topic 6: Newspaper Headline
Johnny Bobbitt, age 34 at the time, was also a paramedic. He fell on hard
times due to personal issues.
April 26, 2018, entered in Jamie Pan's Interesting Contest 3
Categories:
sizeable, giving,
Form:
Rhyme
4 little paws, how fast they grow.
Loyalty and love, she always shows.
God's greatest gift, for us to share.
She's thick and wide, with short black hair.
She will eat her toys, your shoes beware.
I love how she plays, and wiggles with care.
She's been known to find a midnight snack.
Any food on the counter, she'll surely attack.
She always shows love, and never complains.
She's now grown up with a sizeable frame.
110 pounds of attitude and charm.
She runs and plays out on the farm.
She loves all of God's creatures, both big and small.
She's my sweetie pie, and loved by all.
My close friend and companion, forever be.
I love my dog, my Lola Beans.
*my companion and close friend that never complains poetry contest*
2-11-20
Categories:
sizeable, animal, appreciation, best friend,
Form:
Rhyme
Lord, have mercy! Who is that in the mirror I view?
That can't be me with the gray-haired hue!
Seems only yesterday I was a jaunty thirty-five,
Now, I'm reminded that I'm nearing seventy-five!
What are those brown spots on my hands and face?
On top of my pate, I observe a sizeable bald space.
To further deflate my ego, I wear a pair of specs.
Alas, I'm rapidly becoming one of those mortal wrecks!
My teeth grin at me from a glass on the table,
And I have a cane handy to keep me stable.
In the morning as I arise I detect a creak.
Is that the bed springs or my bones making that squeak?
In church I must occupy the very front pew.
From the rear the preacher's words are hard to construe.
It takes me more time to shuffle around the block.
After all, I'm no longer a twenty-five year old jock!
Sometimes I feel as if I'm falling apart,
But thankfully there are docs, their services to impart,
And if they can manage to keep me all patched up,
I'll get around, thank you, as well as any young pup!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
sizeable, funnyme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
When in swanky restaurants, 'tis easy to daintily dine on cordon bleu,
But dining on lobster requires deft finesse without humiliating you!
For what its worth, I offer the following that I've learned o'er the years,
To show snobbish waiters you're really not all that wet behind the ears!
First of all, a wizened waiter will provide a bib if he's really on the job.
(Somehow, they perceive right away that you are a rather artless slob!)
When cracking open each morsel, some violent squirting may occur!
Should juice spritz the guy at the next table simply say, "Sorry sir"!
The hapless lobster is dissected in certain order to make the meal complete.
First, remove the claws, crack the shell with a claw cracker and remove the meat.
For this a fork is provided, then discard the shells in a bowl being discreet!
Next, twist the tail from the body and break off the flippers - those you musn't eat!
And now for the piece de resistance, that long anticipated holy grail,
(That you paid fifty-five bucks for!) - that scrumptious lobster's tail!
Insert a lobster fork into the flesh and gently ease it out of the shell.
(Sucking meat from the legs is optional - on that matter I will not dwell!)
A female lobster might contain a bit of roe considered a delicacy by some.
(If that is your fancy, quietly asking about the lobster's sex is the rule of thumb!)
Plunge lobster pieces in butter taking care not to let it run down your arm!
(Leaving a sizeable tip for the disaster you've created wouldn't do any harm!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
sizeable, food, funny
Form:
Rhyme
Dear Depressed, you’re the cuckoo who flew
From the cuckoo’s nest. Go get a clue!
You are too hot to trot
For a guy who has got
Not a semblance of interest in you.
He won’t call you back? Here’s the buzz:
He does NOT pick his phone up because
well, for one thing, you see,
you act more desperately
than a crack head who wants a fix does!
And that woman who answers his phone,
and she tells you to leave them alone -
It’s his sister, you say??
You are queen for the day.
Go sit on the idiot throne!
You’ve got kids from different guys.
Better think before spreading your thighs.
You feel nauseous and sick?
Well, I think that some dick
has got you again with his lies.
I would offer advice, but I can’t,
for all I can do now is rant!
Just be thankful you’ll get
A more sizeable check
from the welfare. . . . Love, Agony Aunt.
A response poem to the letter written to
Agony Aunt (see the contest pages)
Categories:
sizeable, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Hoping everyday there will be a vicissitude in your thinking.
Irritation and repose.
Waiting.
For a text, a call, reticence.
White space on paper.
Empty.
I drank your wine.
I reveled in your game.
Laid nude and bent over your couch while you created rudiment on the floor beside my foot.
Vessel.
Held my breath, eyes shut while you finished yourself.
Watched you cook steak on the grill.
Men get hungry or sleep, you were hungry and I have told you;
I don’t eat red meat.
You tell me to retire myself from cooking because our duties are equalized though our genders are not.
I ate the steak.
Copious house, sizeable paycheck, exiguous man.
Microbic consort.
Missed appointments.
“You should have reminded me….” you say
But I know anything important is worth remembering or writing down.
I am sullen.
In life I am compensated to remind men of various appointments.
“Could you jot this down…….remind me on this date….”
Though it’s not my berth, my disposition to succor puts me in this bearing, and in my own dash, I don’t find gravity to prompt a man that we have a reservation once every few weeks outside his couch.
I won't ask again for what I demand in whole; time, allotment, an epoch.
Time spent unbent over leather couches in precarious manners, minds soused with wine.
I am letting you go.
I am detestable, inconsequential.
You are pulchritudinous and astute.
White space on paper.
Someone is waiting to write me a poem.
Categories:
sizeable, aubade, break up, dark,
Form:
Free verse
Sizeable Passion Grows, Unspoken Exhilarates Her Hunger
For His Undying Love To Her.
Two Heart's Collide Then Lightnin Struck
Only In Their Dream's Can She
Come To Him,
In Secrecy.
Wrapping So00 Ever Tightly,
Around The Clouds Sealing The Kiss
So00 Intimitly....Pressed!
He Gentley Lay's Her Down
On Silky Sheets Of Blue
Ribbon Caressing Her With Finesse
Oh So00 Ever Softly.
The Two Heart's Collide Creativitly
Speaking, Unlocking Lips:
Oh So00 Quietly.
When Two Heart's Collide,
Oh So00 Feircely, Knowing
They Can Only Be Together In Dream's
He Softly Kisses Her Goodnight,
With Deep Watered Passion In His Eye's
She Can Now Sleep
Restfully Against His,
Chest; Shortly
Awakened The Two Heart's
That Collided,
Forever
Dreamed....
Categories:
sizeable, love, passion, romance, song-passion,
Form:
Shape
SONG OF THE SPIRIT
Ridden on a bed
Barely able to moan
Can't move a finger
Or let out a groan
I sense some footsteps
Inching towards me
Must be the doc bless him
To relieve my agony
Lying on my sore back
For almost an eternity
Each muscle stiff
Crying for relief
Debilitated devastated
Wrapped up in grief
Yet, this spirit
Deep inside me
Just a speck
A tiny fleck
Wilful stubborn
Refuses to succumb
Irrepressible incandescent
Yearns for a joyous outcome
Listen carefully
Hear it cry
'Fear not adversity
Never say die'
Resubmitted for Julie Rodeheavers
Contest: I am a survivor
Date Aug 22 2017
This poem attempts to explore the spirit of the terminally ill patients many of them lying in a vegetative state and for whom passive euthanasia is advocated by a sizeable section of society as the only remedy.
Categories:
sizeable, cheer up, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
Dear father...
Saying I hate you would be a lie
Because that's an understatement
There's more to it than pure hatred
Cause mine towards you is a different kind
Its a fusion of natural adoration and built up disgust poured into a bowl of bitterness
We both know you refused your package
Yet your very opinionated self knew right from the start this package was yours
How do you look at yourself in the mirror or the least sleep peacefully at night
I'd love to think you were denied a conscience no matter how lowly you try to prove you own one
Its sad you took the "think before you act" and "action have consequences" for granted
Cause clearly they don't seem to be affecting you at all
But somewhere out there is a shattered soul, devoid of life
due to a series of circumstantial actions you have refused to account for
Given a calling to sentence you for killing this soul
I would GLADLY rip open your veins and arteries to watch you bleed to death or maybe
Cut the fleshy and borny parts of you into tiny sizeable pieces,
burn them to ashes and let the vegetable garden use some ash fertilizer for growth...how about that?
You have no idea how pleasurable it would make me feel
To grind your successful empire into nothing more than a useless folder stored in a recycle bin
Yet what reality holds in me is actually the opposite
I curse not but pray God will bless you
I cry no more as the tears are held back by rejection's gravity
But when gravity is overwhelmed, tears overflow daily
Yet in each tear comes along more love
How torrid wouldn't you say?
Do you see how tortorous your effect is on me
I mean who searches for what needs not to be found?
Tragic ,my butchered naivety does everyday
So now give me an answer to my never ending questions
Will you?
Your daughter..
Categories:
sizeable, absence,
Form:
Free verse
He was a gambler
who had been knocked down by a sizeable margin,
not that his bank account would show low returns.
He was a wealthy man.
Quiet and calculative at the poker table.
Meek and mild in a crowd.
He was an unpopular man.
Slightly overweight and sporting a lumpy tummy,
he was an unattractive man.
Receding hairline. Middle aged.
A smoker short on breath. High cholesterol. No muscles.
He had a very active asthma that would act up should he try to run.
He was an unhealthy man.
He was a target.
He was before he was not.
She sat down across from him at the table.
She is a gambler of sorts. She is quiet, completely silent,
and gives off a supernatural eerie calm
that strikes like sharp perfume at the nostrils.
She's a woman removed, but still relevant to the action.
She's skinny and pale. Blonde hair. Dark eyes. Soft lips. Pretty smile.
She is an attractive woman.
Toned body. Fast reflexes. Observant eyes. Strong for her size.
Lungs that can hold infinite air.
She is a strong woman.
She is a force to be reckoned with.
She is and she will always be.
It happened out in the snow.
He normally parked in the parking garage.
On that day, however, he parked far off from the casino
for no reason in particular. He walked slowly.
He moved timidly,
as he had his whole life through.
She moved briskly. She moved confidently.
She didn't run. She trailed just behind.
He didn't see her. I guess her pale skin
blended in with the snow, or maybe
he just needed new glasses. He got to his car.
He fumbled with the keys. She came up from behind
and knocked him to his knees.
What happened next was not pretty.
The excess blood from his body
seemed cartoonishly bright
as it flowed out form his neck
and soaked into the snow.
It looked like strawberry syrup;
the kind you put on a snowcone.
He was before he was not.
She is and she always will be.
Categories:
sizeable, character, dark, murder, scary,
Form:
Narrative
Dragon and The Sheriff of CrazyLand were in Competition. Yes, again!
You’d think, they would some how learn; it’s always better to be friends.
But not these two! UH Huh! No Way! For a statue was found, to be in play.
You see, an anonymous donor, commissioned a statue for our Park, today.
The final subject, to be determined, by vote of the citizens of Mayhem Falls.
Able to draw tourists from all around, but still worthy of our Hollowed Halls.
They wanted a Landmark, a trademark, a Pulitzer Prize, quality kind of stuff.
It should imbue, the true character, of our dear little Mayhem Falls, not fluff.
All this based on pictures entered, by photographers, to win a big money prize.
Need I remind you, those who go against Dragon, are never really, very wise.
Good deed photos were so very boring so the citizens, decided to help it along.
Two brave souls started arguing whether, in it, did the Sheriff or Dragon belong.
Naturally the Sheriff and Dragon ran over to stop the fight in a most perfect way.
As the Sheriff arrived one of the men, suddenly fell down on the ground, to lay.
The sheriff immediately bent over to help the man get up and stand. Amen!
Dragon, who saw it happen, also came a running, from quite a distance, then….
As he got close the other man tripped Dragon. Oh My! What a Day it had been!
Surprised Dragon let out a sizable flame with his also sizeable roar. Such a din!
Flame hit the Sheriff, in his derriere, thank goodness for his fireproof underwear.
Mind you, it’s not like this has never happened, indeed, it’s often with this pair!
Not surprisingly, the photographer readily documented the moment, so sublime!
Yep! This was the winning photo, which became the trademark in record time.
Also, it became the statue to represent, our great little town, of Mayhem Falls.
Needless to say: Everyone was happy, and it was… A Great News Day after all!
Well, for all except Dragon and the Sheriff of Crazyland who grumbled at…
How they should be represented in a much more classier pose than that…
Written 7-17-2016 Happy Birthday Hubby!
Categories:
sizeable, adventure, fantasy, fun, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
It rests in peace on the old farmer’s land
A sizeable wood frame with a silo
The late farmer and his hard-working wife
Lay ‘neath tattered crosses near the barn door
Members of the Greatest Generation
Rarely visited by their grandchildren
But, oh, that barn held animals and hay
A buggy that was mounted to a horse
Taking their clan to the Lord’s house Sundays
Still sits within the red barn’s pine board walls
Reminders of a time not so long past
When the work ethic was exemplified
Viewers see it now, wonder who lived there
Farms with old red barns succumb to decay
*For Rick’s “Red Barn” Contest
Categories:
sizeable, nostalgiaold, old, red,
Form:
Couplet
I'm sleeping banana leaves
Who sprout at your summon
For every liquid led onto my sleeves
I'm a wandering savannah breeze
long gone, at your beck..
shelters 'r abode from heat, lays you with warmth
I am a Manky lanky little corgi
who barks at ur call
for every liquid that bled onto your tongue
I'm a saney pacific ocean
would pacify your appeal
eventhough I'm that menace of salty flood
I'm a naughty hinglish slave
who enjoys every slash and splash
of drowsy-rage I cleanse at your wrath
I'm a wimpy castrated eunuch
I do know what it is to crave pain
And feel guilt from ones you most envied
I'm a randy fanny scavenger
would rather die by sliced flesh( a pound for you)
than watch u bleed from your naked fingers
I'm a livable and inseparable day and night
would be sorry when i appear in sleeps
And nowhere to be found during your wake
I'm a lonely forgettable yesterday
would be your memories
even when not with you in the farthest future
I'm a skeptic unwelcomed vandal
would make you aware of my scandal
damages I 'ld cause to us and ways to solve 'em
I'm this shady pool of words
fetch them from my lips
and I 'ld never abstain from your plight
I am a reliable and forgivable adam
Would betray you conventionally
Cos you have a heart which forgives me
I'm our sizeable and amiable human
Who give these memories
And take them with a kiss when I leave
I'm their crude revelatory dream
Would like you to hold on to me tight
Eye to eye, detect my lies
I'm your little irreplaceable Mr.right
Whenever you leave for tomorrow
Tell your spouse I was never wrong but only at night
I'm a lovely and beautiful you
You 've been that pride of living
Need I say my strength, weakness and muse
I'm your only and inconsistent world
Those aliens may come
What 'ld you tell them?
Categories:
sizeable, earth, emotions, senses,
Form:
Lyric
Ever wonder why you are here?
Your non existence generates fear.
How'd you get this body, this life,
While millions suffer in strife?
Meaning is so illusive,
Answers aren't very conclusive.
Some notions might be comforting,
From a faith lessening suffering.
Buddhists believe you see,
That you'll always be able to be.
Honoring insight, reason, not myth
A suitable mindset to live with.
Your beliefs will be torn,
But don't be forlorn.
Rebirth is the term gurus use,
That religious Westerners confuse.
Simply like rocks, trees and seas,
Fooled by mythic gods you like to please.
Fourteen billion light years across,
When will this universe exhaust?
One hundred billion have lived here before.
Sizeable number, too big to ignore.
Your uniqueness is a matter for mirth,
Helping others is what challenges our earth.
If artificial intelligence can be conscious,
The future of humankind is dauntless.
Combining humans and matter expands thinking,
Our world will no longer be shrinking.
We are all only one,
Under this wondrous sun.
Just a speck of carbon I guess,
Nothing more, nothing less.
If your goal is to find nature's order,
Seeking meaning surely is broader.
When you discover the inner you,
You'll know exactly what to do.
Categories:
sizeable, earth, introspection, myth, philosophy,
Form:
Couplet