Best Sized Poems
Like an almighty cauldron,
Curling and twirling,
Stirred by the sea,
It came bashing,
As a torrential torrent
Pounding endlessly.
What is your assignment? Why are you here?
Do you know your purpose and are you prepared?
Many of us are lost and in a state of confusion
We don't know our purpose and have come to no conclusions
We need to realize that it's our attitude and relationship with Christ
Which will determine our altitude and our aptitude in this life
To not concede during seasons of chaos and destruction
To believe that God has our back with a heavenly production
To comprehend that the Lord God answers to no one
As He is the Creator of everything under the sun
To fully understand that God makes the final choice
Amen, so be it He has the final voice
And it does not matter how complex or crazy is the task
Your assignment is to do whatever the Lord God asks
And you don't have the luxury to participate in the decision
For God's plans are designed with heavenly precision
He knows what you're capable of and what you can endure
And He will fully equip you to do your assignment and more
Just have the spirit of excellence when getting the task done
As it will separate you from those who always cut and run
For the beauty of excellence highlights the ugliness of complacency
And complacency is the trait that God had no desire to see
A God sized assignment requires that you do your best
And with a God shaped attitude you will ace the test
But first and foremost do a true self examination
To see if you're still able to handle the situation
To now think critically and take a second look around
To see if you're still operating with all cylinders on the ground
And if a God sized shift must be made
A new horizon in your life will be laid
And every aspect in you will be rearranged
So that you can bring about true change
Never forget that the depth of your God relationship in this life
Will be the foundation of how you worship Christ
Just don't get it twisted by misunderstanding your assignment and your role
You can't replace God for you ain't got that kind of power nor control
Just pray that the Lord God finds favor in you
And that His grace and mercy will come pouring through
A God sized assignment requires a God shaped attitude
Just be excellent when doing the task that for you God did choose
People call me ugly,
And other hurtful names,
I'm often ostri-sized,
My feathers used for games.
They say the Ugly-Duckling
Grew up to be a swan,
And though I'm still but very young,
They ask me What went wrong?
I'm left here on my own-some;
And feel so sad and blue,
Well, you would feel the same
If you were an ... emu.
A splendiferous, majestic beast
male lions live lives of famine or feast.
In Africa, he's dubbed the king
reigning supreme over everything.
A super-sized cat he rules the pride
siring all cubs, he won't be denied.
In regal pose, he scans his domain
where due to poachers so few remain.
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04,30,2019
Free verse or Rhyme Poetry Contest
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Ball caps were styled in a way
To shade your eyes from the sun thru the day
The design was unique
In the front was a beak
Which sure did the trick I must say!
How many years have gone by
To guess - I won’t even try
But now I am vexed
Or you could say perplexed
Since cap wearing has all gone awry!
My query needs to be said
The answer I already dread
But I’ll give it a whack
Why wear the beak to the back
If you've no eyes in the back of your head?
You don’t really know me, Lover.
You, shoving wrong-sized shoes on my feet,
Then you say, “Run! Run with me!”
Those shoes hurt! Too small. Too large. Blisters!
You shoving wrong. Sized shoes on my feet.
I’m not your mother, with her child favorites or worse betrayals.
Those shoes hurt too! Small to large blisters!
Or your past women who cheated you of your trust, broke your love into a million shards of glass.
You shoving wrong sized shoes on. My feet!
Then, you say: "Run!" Run with me?
I’m not your mother (with her child favorites.) Or worse betrayals?
You shoving wrong-sized shoes on. MY feet!!
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A tarsier's eyeballs are as big as their brain
Mine too when seeing a gorgeous filly in chains
Another part flip flops
Making my buttons pop
But not to worry, I'm not really in pain
TARSIER: A small nocturnal primate from
the Philippines having extremely large round eyes
POCKET SIZED
We are all really- truly- very small
measured against Gods universal hall
Light travelling at 186 000 miles a second
incomprehensible vast distances….reflection
When in light years we attempt to measure
scientist rulers—5.88 trillion years would lever
POCKET SIZED
Scooping sea into jugs and oceans in kegs
supernatural continental evidence He begs
Our pale blue planet earth dot
who are we in His vast time slot?
He measures all with His hand span
each palm engraved name- predestined plan
POCKED SIZED
You are the light
From the small crack in the door.
Illuminate your darkness.
Feed the deprived
With your good thoughts.
You are the bearer of World Peace.
Show the others how to be.
Don't be offended.
Don't get sucked in.
You are the path
They must walk.
To punish, prod, or persecute
Is playing the lower game while
You are a star
Shot across the sky.
The mean people are beneath you,
(Literally)
So that you may lift them into the night
To be reborn the next day.
What does this all mean?
You wonder in your daydream.
Don't take the high road
Without the deplorables alongside you.
Just as you wouldn't marry a brown toad
Before saying "I love you."
There's a plus-sized woman I totally adore.
She works at a large sized women's clothing store.
This doll is a bit hefty, but I don't care.
I will feel like I'm making love to a big teddy bear.
In whatever I want in a woman, she's got it all.
I look for her each time I go to the shopping mall.
When you are feeling extra blue.
You just wish the earth would bury you,
In your mind let the earth make a mound.
Gather all the joy you have ever found.
Don't let anything in life seem so slanted.
Tell the world that you've just been planted.
gut shopped far and wide
familiar
gravity drew me
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Little square life with a toothpick flag
Whose ambition was this toe tag
Voices from the fountain can’t tell me
And the river holds no key
Wisdom brings an audience of fools
Broken genius and a yoke of rules
Whose life is running from the dark
A run-on life with exclamation mark
This banshee from the debris
Yells my name like it knows me
The tender footed feeling every stone
The tender hearted feeling all alone
Van Gogh’s ear in a jar on the shelf
Says I need a hobby like cutting myself
I want to cut my shadow free
And let it run back into the night
But, this banshee from the debris
Yells my name, like it knows me
Looming Doom
Horrendous Horror
Coming for me
Chasing after me
I take one step
It takes eight
I cannot out run it
I must fight
Fight this suffocating fear
With an Iron Will
I turn and face my opponent
And with a courage of the ages
I bring swiftly down bristled justice upon this monstrous abomination
A squelch peals the air as I deal injury to my foe
But alas my enemy is strong and loss of limb shan’t stop him
New tactics must be taken
I wield my weapon of wood and straw and scream ‘MOMMMMMY QUICK BEFORE IT GETS AWAY’
And with but a noble shoe my adversary was dead
Everything Halloween, 9/30/13
With all the love in my heart, I wonder how can I carry on.
I wish we were together again and I am glad all your pain is gone,
I see your sweet smile, still encouraging me some how.
I looked up to you, in everything we did, just as I am doing now.
My beautiful sister, wrap your wings around me so we won’t be apart.
I wonder how I can carry on, with all the love in my heart.