Best Somehow Poems
Wherever I may be
i shall carry you with me
deep inside my heart
Somewhere in Madagascar a baobab yields its fruit
Somewhere in Australia a thylacine chases a bandicoot
Somewhere in Timbuktu a man is speaking in Urdu
Somewhere in the Blue Ridge Mountains an old woman stirs burgoo
As some skinny guy tiptoes on skyscrapers
Vagrants and vagabonds burn yesterday's newspapers
As the world turns, my heart yearns and my stomach churns
and as time grinds my mind discerns and my soul is spurned
A child plays somewhere with wild animals
and an orphan blesses the food with refined cannibals
A dog lays somewhere on someone's front porch
and an orchard withers somewhere, its ground is scorched
Thoughts of her
consume my mind,
as they race
to be replaced by another.
This love reverie
of what I hope will be
the joy of love-
it's unlike any other!
There are we two
and as lovers often do,
we embrace
as our hearts intertwine.
Though I know it is a dream
I hope one day
it will all seem
to be true
"Someday, Somehow, Sometime!"
"Someday....
real love will come your way-
Somehow....
the words of love you'll say-
Sometime....
will be here sooner than you think!
Someday....
she'll reach and take your hand-
Somehow....
this love you'll understand-
Sometime....
look love in the eyes-
but don't dare blink!"
One does not waste time
searching for real love,
nothing ventured
is surely nothing gained.
To dream of a loved one
to give your heart to
is how the wonders
of love's dreams
are attained!
If you do not believe
your heart cannot achieve
FULLFILMENT-
love's absolute prize-
because....
"Someday, Somehow, Sometime"
WITHOUT WARNING!!!....
love will appear
right before
your very eyes!
"Someday....
real love will come your way-
Somehow....
the words of love you'll say-
Sometime....
will be here sooner than you think!
Someday....
she'll reach and take your hand-
Somehow....
this love you'll understand-
Sometime....
look love in the eyes-
but don't dare blink!"
It only takes a moment
to be struck by love,
there's no mistaking it
for other
than what it is.
The soul of real love
is a world unto itself-
more precisely
it is a world
known as bliss!
So do make preparations
for this coming event,
for to love
is an honor that's true,
because...
"Someday, Somehow, Sometime"
when least expected,
out of nowhere
your love will find you!
"Someday....
real love will come your way-
Somehow....
the words of love you'll say-
Sometime....
will be here sooner than you think!"
Someday....
she'll reach and take your hand-
Somehow....
this love you'll understand-
Sometime....
look love in the eyes-
but don't dare blink!"
sometimes
i feel like
a ship lost
at sea
drifting
aimlessly
consumed
by waves
of emotions
that swell
in my eyes
as they
search
for you
sometimes
i pretend
the stars
glistening
are your eyes
peering back
at me
somehow
it pulls
me through
and settles me
in the depths
of dreams
most often
you live
there
Earlier in the month but lately begun,
(Or was it perhaps the last one, the one before-November?
I know of a surety that it was a time uncoated by congeries
Of most alabastrine snow, and that that which is blanketing
All now, it was not present then. The abundant
Cleanness and glaringly white cleanliness of snow's earthward fall:
This plummeting and deposition of the flakes that seem as
Deific dandruff, else manna or some snowlike thing that
Depends from out the pregnant, grey, ominous clouds
That encroach as a marauding soldiery does on these
Brumous days in this niveous, frore portion of the
Twelvemonth whereat and wherein man has to contend
And pit himself against the snowy flakes.
Yet, the ground being filthy with dirt,
And the cleanliness of snow being nowhere,
'Twas almost certainly in the bleak, but snowless November),
I ope narrowly the door of one of my brethren's truck,
Yet, though 'twas warm, occlusion proved impossible,
And still the door hung ajar despite all my most and best efforts to
Seize it shut and close it.
Yet now the snows are covering it, coating it...
And still it remains unvisited, yet perhaps when my brother
Repairs outside to see it, to step into and drive it,
Perhaps when he notices the ajar door,
Then mayhap he will think the snow somehow was the cause of the
Maloccluded door.
Form:
I know he's been there
Somewhere in between the palm of my hand and the unwritten corners of last week...
I know he's seen me, tip-toeing over the shadows that felt misplaced in his mother's
hallway, the darkness contradicting the way I kissed him, the way he whispered...
the way I cried.
My calves can't handle this and I'm desperate to return to something
skinny
like the way my fingers fumble on buttons that should have never become undone and I
swear, my blue jeans are older now, they've lost their pride as the mirrors that reflect
me laugh upon the lilts of dishonesty,
and now I feel less than important, despite the crawling of my skin and the knowledge that
his lips
have rested there.
I'm perfect when the pages warp, when Webster falls asleep and dreams, when surrealism
flashes her sparkling smile across dictionary pages and the stain of irrationality
creeps
over my cheeks,
I'm terrified of silence yet I stay inside myself, I wrap my mind in thought and mutter
insensibilities occasionally, I discover the warmth inside my stomach when fear attempts
to bite me, and I turn a little to my left to find him, breathing,
behind the shadows
watching me.
My palms are clammy, I've picked up memories and clenched onto them for far too long, I've
let them drop and shatter and studied their destruction, but I've looked up when I've been
raking the earth of inability for hours and I see him,
smiling,
holding irrationality in between his sparkling teeth
and I'm perfect, somehow,
in these tangles
of
my
hair.
When I ask Thou:
Oo…Love
Where are Thou from
and where will we go to ?
Then Thou answer:
Oo…my lover
I am from the big bang deep down in your heart.
My presence is like a lovely white speck
which spouts out from
and then overflows
the black hole of your transitory life
and together with you
we will go to the purely different world
which has no space, time or relativity,
no dream and also no desire,
no-think and nothing.
And somehow or other you do not know it now
we certainly will live in the unthought-of realm happily
and will never die
Somewhere the sun's shining
Perhaps in your heart
For the sky's gray and complaining
From the very start
Someplace laughter's ringing
Perhaps in your ears
For the streets are deserted
In dread winter's fear
Somehow hope emerges
Could it be from your spirit?
This lone voice calls out to you
I'm so glad you can hear it
January 09, 2019
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Answered Prayers Somehow.
Prayed and head did bow
It was God who saved me now
Answers prayers somehow.
Jim Horn
I saw the danger
but not the signs
my heart beats quick
but not in time
and it's too late
to pull back now
it will work
someway, somehow
is it real love
or mirrors and illusion
it hangs heavy
with passion and confusion
it's not rocket science
or nuclear fusion
I'm feeling the draw
electromagnetic intrusion
I'm not pulling out
and not pulling back
it's all going to work
someway, somehow
there is a dimension
where life hovers
neither good nor bad
life somewhere out there
in its raw pure energy
devoid of judgment
and petty complication
life for the taking
in its magnificence
interconnected as one
in harmony
its sole reason for being
death being only
one small part of the cycle
no more no less significant
than the other
every moment precious
blessed with meaning
the yin the yang
like clockwork
skillfully woven
their threads entwined
interlaced into the fabric
of life and death
by forces higher than our own
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~MINDFULLY~ 2021
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Read on air by invitation ~ October 4, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
Submitted on September 14 for contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (9) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
In every place of loving Grace
Your face appeared; your essence
Entwined with mine in deepest prayer
Songs true, heartache, longing; Love
Somehow, you were already there.
I have to know,
I must now go,
And run along and away. . .
For, the feelings here are fake and dreary,
And there's more to me than you'd ever know.
Must, I always know when something has come,
When this something is a something meant,
When a something comes to demolish the other,
Even though that was meant to be forever.
But is this something better than my forever,
For, I say I'd never know.
For this something that has come along,
Has taken over somehow.
And somehow must be destroyed,
Somehow must be thrown away.
Because I have come to really know,
That somehow and I must go our seperate ways.
And even though this something is a something I'd never know,
A something whom has more to it,
Than the simplicities thou hath shown. . .
Soemthing has more to it than i would ever know,
So I'm sorry my dear somehow,
For I think tis time we grow,
Apart and run along to find,
Our somethings and not a somehow.
Form:
SOMEHOW, ONE SUMMER, SOMEONE SOMEWHERE IN SOME WAY SUMMED IT UP
Somehow they work it out and get into bed
Somehow they’d both rather make love instead
Instead of fussing about things that matter not in the long run
Somehow they work it out and the fighting is done
No one really understands how they do what they do
It may simply be the dove and his lifetime mate as they coo
Everyone marvels at the magnanimous virtue of each
Until, once again, they start firing and both run into the breach
He did this to her and she did that to him as they bickered back and forth
And they both knew with surety that one should go south, the other one north
Give them enough time to consider their options at hand
And the next thing they’ll do will be something no one will understand
Doves mate for life or so I’ve been told by word of mouth
And neither lover really wanted to head north or south
But divisions and diverse dreams un-fulfilled had caused a rift
Yet they both remember each other’s embrace and how making love was granted as
a gift
They decided to part as no longer partners would be the prudent plan
A winsome woman woefully in love with a wandering man
Two years later they met accidentally by the shore as their toes sifted through the
sand
Lo and behold today they’re once again together and that’s another thing no one
can understand
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Sometimes, there is not time
Somewhere, there is not where
Somewhat as unlikely to find
Somehow, there isn’t a way to fair
Too much of this, too little of that
Simply a few or one too many?
Perhaps one too happy, few too sad
If I remember... is it a memory?
A lonely road yet travelled by most
A road less travelled rather is lonesome
To only feel so far yet somewhat close
I do conclude how silence has its own rhythm
If I could fly I wouldn’t try
Trying only means I couldn’t fly
I have truth to yet need lies
If I’m lying, is there truth to still ask why?
Sometimes, somewhere, somewhat, somehow
There is not time, there isn’t a place nor space
There be a past, there is the future, there is now
Whether dreaming or living yet a certainty to chase