Best Sparingly Poems
Don't dwell on what could have been, better it is to dwell on what can be...
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Never give up trying, or your life book will have pages of regret...
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Use water sparingly because somewhere in the world, there is a drought...
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Don't be disheartened if you lose the race, be happy for the winner...
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Getting old brings aches and pains, but brings experience and wisdom too...
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Good relationships need a firm foundation, plenty of love and trust...
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Always help the unfortunate, one day you may be unfortunate...
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You are responsible for your mind and body, take great care of both...
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We should all treat our earth with respect, its the only home we've got...
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When there are no words, offer a shoulder to cry on, it speaks volumes...
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A gun full of bullets can't kill you, only a person can do that...
Written 25th June 2021.
Categories:
sparingly, wisdom,
Form:
Monoku
By the light of a window sits an old man, his pennies he does count.
His hair is gray, his eyes are old, and there’s little in his bank account.
He has lived his life by the book of what is good, kind and just.
He had some fun when he was young, was a man you could trust.
He’s done all the things you have, he worked his whole life thru.
And now he sits, by the window of life, wondering what he will do.
As his health went away, his life went away, he never doubted it would.
He saved and was frugal his whole life long, he did the best he could.
But the way of money is often misunderstood, and it often slips away.
Now he wonders how he will keep all those predators at bay.
The economy went bad; his job went away, his medical insurance, too.
He’d already been sick, medicines were high, and he lost his house to boot.
The new medical insurance is high, so much he can’t afford any treats.
Air conditioning’s a dream, heat may be soon, but he’s not on the streets.
Now in an apartment he will rest his head, and sparingly he does eat.
Gloom and doom are not his way, so a new life he will greet.
He can’t write, he shakes too much, but with a computer he gets it done.
He has trouble traveling. Finding work is hard. None his way will come.
His mind’s not sharp, but he’s seen so much, he’ll find a way to get along.
And he still has a passion for words, the world, and of course for song.
So with that in mind, as a poet he was born. And as a poet, he has grown.
He’ll never be Shakespeare, Milton, or Poe…but a poet all his own.
From his work, great poems will come, as his foundation is solid as stone.
He’ll write about people and places, and in time his light will be shone.
Some poems will be up, and others down, and a few of dreams he knew.
His thoughts and work gave him a passion for life, to which he will be true.
So tell a friend, and buy his book, have them use it in their school.
It’s the history of people, places, and things, a beautiful history jewel.
His life went to dust but now thrives, and he’ll gladly continue to work.
The rest of his life he’ll be a great poet, it’s a responsibility he’ll never shirk.
In his poems, his hope, bright soul, and heart will continue to shine.
It’s something that again calls to his heart, that he can say is truly mine.
Impress Me4 Epic Carol Eastman Written 2009... for all poets...
Categories:
sparingly, character, courage, dedication, imagery,
Form:
Epic
I like to start each day off right
With buttered toast and marmite
A vegetable extract that you spread
Across the surface of your bread.
So what’s in it, what does it contain?
Well thiamin, niacin and riboflavin
With B twelve vitamins and folic acid
The details you'll find on its yellow lid.
Also contains barley; wheats, oats and rye
Love it or hate you've just got to try
There are mores uses apart from toast
Like on potatoes with your sunday roast.
Or on crackers with your favourite cheese
I guarantee your taste buds you'll please
And maybe you like stew in cold weather
Add some marmite and it will taste better.
Or a tasty hot drink that'll keep out the cold
A strong savoury taste; it's pure black gold
There's much goodness in one small jar
But do use it sparingly and it will go far.
So the next time that you go out to shop
Look for a black jar with a bright yellow top
After your first taste you'll want more
You'll wonder why you didn't try it before.
Written 11th July 2021.
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Categories:
sparingly, food,
Form:
Rhyme
The stars up yonder glitter in one accord
The fast moving clouds shaped like a blunt sword
The fireflies in the distance light up our meadow
Their lights cast sparingly on our corning glass window
Our mansion was carefully crafted and built
In the country side, it has this magnificent tilt
Made of expensive material and state-of-the art technology
It was a beauty to behold considering its unique topology
My wife lay on the third floor of an enchanting bedroom
Kissing and caressing sloppily her handsome groom
And voice-commanding the lights to give us some privacy
As we gradually climbed to technological ecstasy
Categories:
sparingly, love, visionary, wife,
Form:
Rhyme
Five Tomatoes Away
Five tomatoes away
from devastation.
The bullies bully me.
They give big breaks to
corporations-While taking
unfair shares from citizens
and cutting down on
pensions and "Social Security".
I have no security!
The Arabs store on
the corner is
selling wine, beer and
cigarettes.
Sending their tax free
money home to
fight against our boys.
His taxes are
deferred, and when
time comes to pay
The business is now
switched into his cousin’s name.
One tomato is two dollars...
so I am five tomatoes away,
and I haven't had a salad today. I
am being raped, while they
are getting breaks.
I get reprimanded
severely, they are always
Shaking my tree.
I said "I have no money"
I am not living here tax free.
The levy goes
into effect on the
thirtieth day, so
I budget sparingly,
and have had no
salad today;
I am five tomatoes
away, from homelessness
and devastation;
I wish I had a break like the big
corporations
One day before
I leave this planet I hope to
find dignity.
And eat a Salad everyday
and live life healthily
never again
having to worry
about being
Five Tomatoes away.
Getting old around
here is horrible;
My senior years
unpleasant....
I paid my dues to the
I.R.S., now they
want another present.
I hope to survive
another day, while
they tax my pension;
And so, I pray....
let me eat
another salad, in spite
of being ....
Five Tomatoes Away!
So yes, I've had no tomatoes,
I've had no tomatoes today.!
Categories:
sparingly, planet,
Form:
Free verse
Rarely reaching the expansive ranges
Where infinity influences reality changes
With illusion marked stigma stamped impressions
Sparingly accessed acceptance processing life lessons
Voided all non-existent concepts entered into calculation
Subtracting negative signs doubling positive discrimination
Facing minutes handed seconds clockwise directional hour
Provided additional limitations restricting free powers
Lawlessly abiding thoughts trapped scribing under thin glass
Persuaded temptation daily weekly monthly years pass
Beliefs based beyond cellular systematic space
Uncontrollable devolving of our intelligent human race
Technological aspects statistical advancing mathematical rations
Places recognized first second third in numerical fashion
Reality set standards store a suppressed revelation
I am one of realities patients
Prescribing divine elevation
Categories:
sparingly, allusion, community, culture, how
Form:
Couplet
Fragile are crisp clean lines that edge an invisible thread
Carelessly crushed beneath the unknown forceful dead
Efforts of gripping the reality through truthful grief pained wash
Casual condolences lessened love communicated instant message loss
Reversal to rewind wheels spinning overtime must stop
Cursed hearted minds bottomless drift into a despaired rot
Treads that slip tears away from the wearing of a long road
Finding courage to carry on strength caring for our body our home
Gathered senses speaking sparingly to form any reason after death
Momentous is the rationality that wildly spreads a laid to rest
'Any Couplet written in October-November' Contest Sponsored by Laura Loo
Categories:
sparingly, america, car, community, culture,
Form:
Couplet
My name is Love
I am the name everyone wants to hear
You pray your whole life just to hear it once
It is a name that can comfort
Bring two people together
Making their lives better, happier
It’s also a name that can frighten
Ruin a relationship if it is used to early
Destroy hope if it is used to late
Four letters, one syllable, one word
That brought down the walls of Troy
Made Romeo and Juliet legends
Empires were built and destroyed because of me
Two lovers started a new life by just saying my name
My name is Love
Use my name sparingly
Only with an open heart
Only when it is spoken in truth
Will it be the one name spoken
That will heal a broken heart
Bring a smile to a young girls face
Give hope to an innocent child
And keep the world turning as it always should
Categories:
sparingly, lovehope, life,
Form:
Free verse
My day began with mommy
making beef patties all morning
I helped cutting the veggies for
the curry soup while sipping ginger
beer I remembered the curry for her
special curry goat we were preparing
for her sisters to visit from Trench town
my head spending day dreaming about it
anything other than our family tradition
the Caribbean bakery we were the
descendant no if ands or buts about
granddad made home made gingerbread
cookies while uncles peeled sugarcane
the elders brought raw cocoa from the
Mahogany trees coconut husks hung
sparingly as we drank coconut milk
while the storms brewed over the
shanty town of Kingston the cock
crowed throughout trench town as my
cousins played keyboards and guitars in the
street to the the sweetest sultutry sound of
St Elizabeth infamous Caribbean beat
In loving memory of Dad
Caribbean Bakery 1539 Howard street
Chicago Illinois..
Categories:
sparingly, allah,
Form:
Etheree
Colors of the rainbow, taste so sweet
Chewing fast and slow, crunch and repeat
Opposite of bland, grabbing slowly
Skittles in hand, perfect symmetry
Hard outside, inside not
Covers dyed, sparingly bought
Skittle skittles, explosions of sugar
Soft and brittle, of that I am sure
Categories:
sparingly, candy, sweet,
Form:
Rhyme
I have my constitution
which exists in the tablets of my mind,
It's not an illusion,
but an ally, a friend,
A guide to perfection,
Perverts the way of the pervert,
A guide to perfection
for the immortal, mortal and mortality.
There is a constitution,
Perpetuated by coercion,
Written by human distortion,
With zigged and zagged expectation,
Oriented to insufficiency,
Loops that our leaders pay to see,
Whose sowers sow carefully,
lest they close their own way.
Of a doctrine hollow I know,
Often planted on the way of justice,
Where the little of a cobbler is taken,
To spare the enthusiasm of a regime,
A policy set out for heaven,
But creates hell just before,
When infants survive just long enough,
To witness the state-of-the-art slaughter of their beloved.
An outline of legal malpractices,
constitution of an immoral basis of morality,
Thieves defining the principle of equity,
Harlots given virgin reception,
A fugitive in the state house,
A constitution which siphons justice,
Is your pamphlet of statements,
Written in pencil and erased in ink.
That's not my constitution,
Which differentiates between a ***** and hero,
Implemented sparingly by hungry lawyers,
Who when full do more harm,
To warrant extermination of infants,
And offer them a premature state burial,
Where man slaughters his kinsmen,
For the interests of a constitution.
Written 15/06/2012 MUTHOKA JACOB.
A reaction to failed confidence in the constitution whose makers become the prefects over its interpretation.
Categories:
sparingly, political,
Form:
Ballad
She hears it with her eyes and ears, you see it in her smile;
She hears it in the smell and say...Oh you cook so well.
And when she looks into your room;
She hears how well you use the broom.
Clean refrigerator, stove and sink, she hears,
Janitor no...Technical Cleaning Engineer.
You spell and speak well, she watches your mannerism,
But she hears that you will be in journalism.
The friends you acquire and the company you keep;
She hears that you will be the one to give the inaugural speech.
She watches how you dress and pay close attention to detail,
She hears that you will be a fashion designer or into Retail.
The way you manage money and sparingly likes to spend,
She hears banker, stock broker, not a borrower but one who will lend.
She sees you interact with other family members
She hears social worker, caretaker or counselor.
Her ears hear so many things because of what you do;
She hears it with her eyes and ears, you see it in her smile,
And you know that she approves.
Categories:
sparingly, encouraging, mother, success,
Form:
Rhyme
Back from his five nights summer camp
I bombarded my son with questions
What did you eat, when did you sleep
What was the best part and such
He gave me bored couple words-
‘Okay’, ‘not much’, ‘Yeah’
And kept mum at some
I felt dejected, ignored and sad
But next night, he was abuzz with excitement
You know mom, I walked twenty thousand steps per day
I sparingly ate my snacks because I didn’t pack enough
We, freshmen had to clean the toilets each day
We flipped the teachers’ boats when canoeing
Can you cook noodles, I’ve missed them so.
I absorbed each word, relieved and exultant
And silently imbibed the priceless lesson I learnt
Never force a trickle
Wait for the shower
Written on:07/27/2016
Contest:'Create and Idiom' by Jesse Day
Categories:
sparingly, appreciation, life, mother son,
Form:
Free verse
You have stained stars in your eyes tonight,
a gold glitter asunder as vast as any Past
stuck fast on this moon light sight,
give me softly the sultry sigh of a woman's strong age,
I am not passing the page until the dire of dawn ushers me to the cage,
twinkles and sprinkles make for the tingles between you & I my Lady,
sparkles finite glow warm,
a silent swarm in thick air for our remote melody,
starvations lead to ovations from humbled hearts
searching blind for succulent cures
for a mad malady,
a kiss, calm as crystal and firm
like a promise pronounced proud
by a dreamy lover drives me happy,
My love, where are your f---ing fangs & whispy wings,
clever you are,like fire on ice,
playing nice but in disguise
choosing random nights,
a fickle nightingale setting sail to numerous posts and ports,
swift as thunder with brief endearings,
vanishing like a whisk whisper
and laughing lovingly,sparingly spry,
the companionship provided is priceless
with a somber cost,
a Providential promiscuity true & dry,
your absence and unpredictability
feeling cold as Aphrodite's icon
rough & rocky,
would Venus die, cry, or lie
if asked ardently why
She consumes the blood of my heart,
pitfalls for passions, enticements for indictments of innocence,
woman this carnival shocks me silly,
never the less, the beauty of you is boundless,
consequence forever in a lingering fragrence,
like a confused comet
I volunteered my vitality for your invitation
to a sheltered rampart,
deny me what you will, charge me as much you can,
for I am enthralled
by this romance and Virtuoso's dance -
J.A.B. 2003
Categories:
sparingly, anniversary, me, me,
Form:
Ode
I am so fed up with the school of rhyme
and those that do it ALL THE flipping TIME
It how we are taught as little pups
it's not a genre befitting grow ups
It's okay to throw a rhyme in here and there
but Jesus Christ, really, EVERYWHERE?
If I start to read a pieces that rhymes
every other frigging line
it makes me want to yank out all my hair
so I close the page and go else where
if you think that rhyming is where it's at
then your sentiments are falling flat
Let the children have their style
Use it sparingly; once in a while
I wrote this poem to prove I can...
write just like neanderthal man
If variety is the spice of life
then tell me: why is rhyming so rife?
Categories:
sparingly, funny,
Form:
Rhyme