Best Solid As A Rock Poems
I have always felt myself extremely blessed to have found myself a wife
who believes very little is needed to make a happy life.
Before you think she doesn’t mean it, that it’s just idle talk
she has it perched upon our kitchen counter…painted on a rock.
After 25 (now 35) years of marriage…a marriage not at all routine
let me take a minute to show you what she means.
It’s listening when the other person talks and hearing what they say.
It’s a card to say I love you at the end of a bad day.
It’s a little gift that’s given when there’s no reason for a gift.
just to say the words I love you or to give her day a lift.
It’s a drive through the countryside with a picnic in the back.
It’s making pancakes for dinner and sharing one large stack.
It’s reaching something on the top shelf when Deborah is unable
It’s the family gathered for a short time around the kitchen table.
It’s sharing laughter, stories and joy with our children and grandchildren too
and smiling in contentment when the evening’s joy is through.
It’s enjoying our family together and creating new memories…new heirlooms
It’s holding hands, stealing a kiss or a smile across a room.
It’s the sharing of our deepest fears, our long range hopes and wishes
It’s one person doing the cooking while the other does the dishes
It’s a surprise call in the middle of the day just to hear her voice
It’s being together when you’re both sorrowful or when you both rejoice
It’s watching a romantic movie with a little popcorn on the side
It’s remembering all the reasons you chose her as your bride.
It’s that feeling of falling in love for the first time…then
falling in love with that same person…over and over again
Yes very little is needed to make a happy life is not just idle talk
It’s the little things that make life…and love….as solid as a rock.
Alone - Solitude and Loneliness
Solitude
is a state of mind
being solid as a rock
taking a walk in a country park
on a Sunday afternoon
alone,
deep in the forest but not lonely
in touch with the moment
reflecting, replenishing
being self aware
Solitude is something you choose
The sun fades into the darkness of night
the sky is clear and the full moon shines bright
in the distance the lone wolf howls at the moon while
the solitary owl perched high up in a tree
patiently waiting for it’s prey to appear
Loneliness
is a state of mind
being vulnerable as a child
taking a walk on a busy city street
on a Saturday afternoon
alone,
lonely in a crowd-full of people
not being aware of the moment
isolation, estrangement
an exaggerated awareness of being alone
Loneliness is imposed on you by others
The night give it’s place to the day
the sky is clear but the morning fog hides the sun
in the distance a lone dog howls for some unknown reason
in the park, a pigeon sits on the highest statue
waiting for someone to appear
Paul E Mazerolle
Our local Church is falling down; it’s in total disrepair,
Father Murphy is beside himself for no one seems to care.
The coffers are near empty so there’s need of volunteers
to refurbish what neglect has caused over many years.
But a call from Father Murphy didn’t quite have the effect
he believed would offer him support, the way he did expect,
for on the day that he proposed to have a working bee,
the promised helpers on his books had whittled down to me.
And I am not a carpenter; a sparky or a plumber.
If he’s looking for a tradesman, he won’t find no one dumber.
I listened to his explanation and his fears that our dear Church
without a huge influx of cash will leave us in the lurch.
Father Murphy stated fetes and card nights hardly even rate,
and lately there has been so little dropped into the plate.
And no amount of threats can intimidate his flock,
and then the room went quiet when we heard a knock.
Opening up the manse front door there standing face to face,
is Father Murphy with a well-dressed man who carries a briefcase.
But who he is, is still unclear … is he a spiritual debater?
One minute and clear as a bell … he’s a tax investigator.
And information that he’s seeking concerns one of the flock,
Ted Hourigan has made a claim that’s not as solid as a rock.
Father admitted he knew Ted, and in his flock he’s one,
but Father Murphy’s apprehensive about what Ted has done ...
... until the investigator nearly blew him off his perch …
“Did Ted Hourigan donate ten thousand dollars to your Church?”
Father Murphy’s prayers are answered; to tell the truth he’d be a dill;
so he looked this bloke fair in the eye - and said “Oh yes, he will.”
The talent of this England team
Will overcome the rest
Because the players on display
Are simply the best.
James our keeper will save every shot
He's experienced and so cool
Glen Johnson and Ashley Cole
The defence they both will rule.
John Terry solid as a rock
With King at his side
While Lennon and Joe Cole
Control the play out wide.
The creative skill of Lampard
And captain Gerrard too
Will create a hole in any defence
No matter what they do.
Peter Crouch up front is so tall
He reminds me of a Giraffe
When he scores and does that dance
He really makes me laugh.
Wayne Rooney wow what can I say
The best of the best
He's like a little bulldog
With three lions on his chest.
Our manager Fabio Capello
A master of the game
If we don't bring back the cup
We're only ourselves to blame.
Evening mimics the streetchildren
thrusting out and down with fright.
Predators heave along the bend
solid as a rock, bodies streaming brawn and muscle,
how cruel! Their red eyes shoot like arrows.
The young sceams and parries.
Laughter makes it way on dirt roads
a battle is won, the rattling clatter
of boney skins, of feet's hooves
tearing up the hard soll.
Older women whio a cry
veiled in old lace, their breath
spoied with the acid of midnight.
I will not take this!
Tell the air of freedom to come,
for I do not want to see the terror
of a nect generation on filth.
I will not take this!
The hours come wide open.
Flag of clouds rush on
and the heart rings of dreams
where my hut embraces their pain.
--- I try to help make this world a better one
by giving my time to abused children
as a Church volunteer.
--- Contest on Words of Wisdom
The beating of a heart or the ticking of a clock,
To me is life’s real poetry the way that it should rock.
Maybe it’s cause I listen to my world with heart not ears,
For what you sometimes think you heard could fill you full of fears.
Some say I never listen, and I know I talk a lot,
And most of what comes out my mouth, is simply nought but rot.
But what I find within my heart is such a stable beat,
That when I want to write it down it makes me tap my feet.
When I hear my friends are talking and I think they’ve put me down,
I don’t go really crazy or meet them with a frown.
But wonder why my rhythm has gone a bit off synch,
To give a bad impression of the things they think I think.
I try to keep life ticking like a fully wound up clock,
Not pausing for a minute but as solid as a rock.
For the rhythm in my lifestyle I could never ever drop,
For like a clock that’s run down it’s then that it will stop.
So forgive me if my poetry is always wrote in rhyme,
It’s the way my feelings and my soul connect in ethereal time.
I know it’s not real groovy for it’s always in sing-song,
But that’s the way I’ve listened to my heart my whole life long.
Ivor G Davies
In your eyes, I’m a nobody
Not much worth a look
Left unnoticed in one corner
Where no one saw me weep
Do I look unappealing, I wonder
Tried flashing a bright smile
Under the blinding noon sky
But still your eyes avoid mine
And you look past way beyond
Do I look blurry, I wonder
Finally, I caught a glimpse
When you tripped on my sore foot
But your gaze seemed ablaze
As if I was a lump on the road
Do I look frail, I wonder
Forgotten and uncared for
I felt exhausted and weak
Under the heat of the sun I rested
Till the storm passed through the night
Must I hold on, I wonder
One thing though is certain
I may be bruised and broken
But the love I have for you
Remains solid as a rock
5 April 2018
Mr. and Mrs. Medusa
Put their huge hats on their heads
To constrain their hair that always
Looks like they just got out of bed
They drove off to the hair salon
Even though they remembered
That when her mom asked long ago
For a trim, she got dismembered
Hey mister, said the stylist
If you are here to be groomed
With all that hair in the air
You’d be better off getting pruned
Me, a hideous haircut?
No madam, not on your life
I’ve been growing these locks out
Just as stunningly as my wife’s
These aren’t your ho-hum dreadlocks
Or some kind of mystic braiding
They’re hereditary snake heads
But they’re always cascading
So we need a special perm
Says the Mr. and the Mrs.
To try and cut down on the squirm
Plus tone down the galling hisses
Hopefully with custom hair care
We’ll have less troubles when shopping
So people don’t turn into rock
Followed by pitiful dropping
We are just people persons
Stuck with this rattlebrained hair
So barber please do your thing
But first you better take care
To put on a welder’s helmet
Or at least a sturdy blindfold
We know you can untangle it
Since you’re the best we are told
You ask me to revamp your hair
Which in fact are laughably snakes
Yeah right, said the doubting stylist
You sound like a couple of flakes
Then a kid pulls at their hat
To expose a wiggling lock
But he looks at the snake’s head
And turns solid as a rock
That’s when a nosey customer
Takes pictures with her phone
Though she couldn’t get a selfie
Having turned into a stone
Now let that be a warning
So that you don’t fossilize
Don’t ever try to gamble
By beholding our snake eyes!
WORDS can be used like a SWORD when are spoken without reflection.
Build a esteem as solid as a rock
Nothing would beat it with a knock
Say something smart when speak a significant speech.
For 4 lines poetry contest
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Third Place
12-19-2015
I will be your ground
Supporting you in every way
I will be the shoulder you lean on.
Even as you pray
Your dream will be my dream.
I will support your every step.
Your happiness will be my happiness.
However, your spirit must be prepped.
You will never have to worry.
My ground is solid as a rock.
It shall be your firm foundation.
And your dreams, it will unlock.
Mary had a little lamb
She roasted it with mint
She didn’t want to do it
But sadly she was skint
The shepherdessing job she had
Had been outsourced it seems
A shepherding consortium
Had shattered Mary’s’ dreams
The company contracted
To administer the flock
Were highly recommended
As solid as a rock
So Mary’s job had gone for good
It didn’t make much sense
One little lamb one jar of jam
Her only recompense
Insomnia, a side effect
Now kept her from her sleep
She tried all kinds of remedies
Except for counting sheep
So, taking to the bottle
Her body old and tired
Off into oblivion
She finally expired
Sucking Stones- gods Without Names
gods without names make for perfect sucking stones
Licking the dirt around them on the ground in gray
No faces, sounds or animation
Imagination is astounding
Stones never move alone
Stand there with no fan fare solid as a rock
Waiting for care and prayers
Love your stones but never name them
Line them up in rows of seven
Rain will come if it comes to purify
Sucking stones are free and come from nature
No flavor to speak of but minerals shine in abundance
Let them rest on Tuesdays
Never ever chew your gods
If they dissolve in the mouth so what
The end is near
Stones don't grow on trees, can't be replaced
gods without names have no leaves or diseases
End up on beaches in Brazil under palm trees
The water rushes past me; life
I stand here strong
Solid as a rock
I am resisting the notion I have to go with the flow
Do I let go or remain
The thought of it seems easier to remain for many reasons
But to flow with the water as it rushes past seems simply carefree
Can I be that free
It's rushing past me; opportunities
I just have to let loose
Something inside is keeping me here
I'm stuck; my head and heart
My feet want to move
What is it I ask myself?
It's deep
Very deep
Not the water, my gut; the feeling inside
I stand here lost in a sense looking for meaning
Nothing
Another day wasted? I change over time and time has yet to tell
The sun rises and I rise as well
Could today be the day the decision is made?
The mystery keeps me on my toes
I will find my way,
One way or another
11/9/21
If I crossed the line
Then I apologize
Almost lost my mind
A lot of times
Mental and physical battles being fought
Still lost
Smoking pot
And drinking lots
Another day and night went by, I forgot
What I wrote and did before the lights went off
(Knock, knock, knock)
Get yo' ass up, I got
A job to do at a far away spot
Never late, always on the dot
To the table a lot
Was brought
I did some teaching and also was taught
In casual wear or while wearing a smock
Gave me a key to the building, so I could lock
It all up, making sure everything was solid as a rock
Often I had to collect my thoughts
And connect the dots
For now I need a Glock
And a yacht
Not to ever watch the clock
Ceasing to stop
Therefore I paid the price
More than twice
At what cost
Otherwise it is all for naught
Continuing to plot
Many quick to squawk
Others partake or just sit and watch
Like a hawk
Because they intend to stalk
By now, it should come as no shock
Wake up, don't scoff
And think you got it all, because you do not
A world that talks
And gawks
Far too oft
Many mock
And quickly flock
Built off of slave labor and sweatshops
It's non-stop
A world obsessed with onslaught
Quick to pull the trigger and fire a shot
Obsessed over symbols like a cross
And any cash crop
Obsessed with hitting the jackpot
Yet some things can not be bought
Word to your mother I'm the over weight lover
A beat of the clock to watch the grand tick tock
Blowing up the system in my shorts
Summer...Summer...Summer is here nothing to fear
Girls in hot shorts the curves on there hips
Hitting the gym no where to begin
Solid as a rock cause I got a big cock
Pulling down the dope joint over my head
Wake up dead a head full of lead
A nine at my back homeboy giving me a heart attack
See you on the flip side cheese
That girl will knock you to you knees
We got the stereo blasting
Body kit cars in the mix
Smoking a blunt to my head
Snoop is singing my favorite song
Gin & juice better then the blues
New sneakers on Nike and I'm not blind
Sound the alarm playing spades on the patio
Banging hot ladies somebody save me
Long hair, short shorts & a weave
Knock you to your knees I got to sneeze
Sugar is sweet like hot in the oven
Better then kissing your second cousin
You say I'm not dope well your all wrong
The stereo is playing my favorite song
Going to play pool with a couple of friends
Should I knock over another mail box
It all depends while I boogey right down to the socks
What's my claim to fame sense the like of Scott La Rock
Pulling on my jock cause you want a another push
Honey's in my sofa and some under my hood
Some are just no damn good
What's a young homeboy to do
Bitten off more then I could chew
What's the golden rule