Best Spoke Poems
WAIT!
the poet laughed
there's love to document
there's passion, there's hate!
WAIT!
where's my pen, my typer?
my life is my art
Living passed by and the world did it's thing, rotating, tilting, and changing
but the poet sat idle, conjuring thought
he dreamt aloud, awake
of simple times
he drank
he smoked, lied, and bargained
yet never put into motion
what realities he should have, could have sought
funny how it happens for the poet
poetically tragic, this nothing whatsoever
WAIT!
cried the overweight, medicated poet
cornered by walls of his own brain
such a creative mind wasting away
a mind with fingers
no friends, and without eyes
the Poet scurried, smelling rain one day
so he looked to the window and wrote "Thee Greatest Poem Never Spoke"
trees gave leaves to fall and winter gave way to crawl
then blew it's load
the poet spoke again,
WAIT!
these beauteous seasons are the very reason my pen leaks prolific ink of lines so great
then spring sprung
bells rang and flings flung
but the poet failed to dare to love
women and children and angels passed his tearful face
and he gasped
WAIT!
I must write and express and show this amazing grace
sadly summer came and went again
upon it's glorious exodus the poet wrote and wrote
more and more of stars he never saw
and of rain his skin failed to feel
and of things he could only imagine
tears of everything doused the poet's pale cheek and he ate the pain which enveloped him
dim lights appeared as a nightmare
and finally one bright light of tunnel vision sizzled his name
the name he'd long since forgotten
just like everyone else
wait...the poet whimpered
wait...
tho' fate
would not,
could not,
WAIT.
While I stood in line
In a pastry shop
Ahead of me was a -
Homeless woman
She stared at the selection
Inside the showcase
Deciding her choice
We chatted in line
She said" Life is hard
to beg for some coins"
She bought a hot drink
Then a small snack
So before she left
I heard her voice
She called out to me
She wished me well
Smiled and went her
way
It seemed I made her day
She was pleased we spoke
I spoke to a homeless woman
Our day was special
To the both of us
The fear of her looks
Became thorns in her side
Her images were shattered
Because the mirrors decide
This beautiful girl
Who sees a different face
She hears the world laughing
No matter where she is in place
In her bedroom at home
She faces her demons alone
Unknown to her family
For years she has roamed
In her dreams one night
She receives her wish
Surrounded by mirrors
She cuts her wrists
Because the fear of her looks
Had penetrated so deep inside
This beautiful girl
Who now, no longer resides
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Then spoke our Lord upon the scene
in a world of sheep gone astray.
His talk is truth, somewhat pristine
for thoughtless people of the day.
A taxman listened from a tree;
then spoke our Lord upon the scene
“Zacchaeus, come on down, I’m free.”
Inviting himself was not mean.
For Christ, offense was not routine
where greedy merchants sold their ware.
Then spoke our Lord upon the scene
“My Father’s house - a house of prayer.”
A guilty one laments his plea;
forbearing words will intervene
with “Simon, feed my sheep for me,”
then spoke our Lord upon the scene.
Then spoke our Lord upon the scene
in a world of sheep gone astray.
His talk is peace to those who lean
in faith on Him who marks the Way.
Contrite the thief, One paid his price -
then spoke our Lord upon the scene.
“Today we’ll meet in Paradise,”
The cross held hope yet unforeseen.
An officer with mind so keen
perceived God has remote control.
Then spoke our Lord upon the scene
“Go home! believe, your slave is whole.”
A storm at sea obeyed his will
the wind and waves became serene -
Those simple words of “Peace, be still”
then spoke our Lord upon the scene.
Still speaks our Lord to us today
the loving words of truth and peace.
Our deepest ears take note, obey,
and pray His words will never cease.
28 January 2016
….And no one spoke…
protecting all about them from
the perception of impropriety,
insensitivity, misunderstanding
…and no one looked…
shielding their eyes lest their gaze
be taken as an affront to the fashion
choices of a passerby, an insult to
the sanctimonious clerics wardrobe,
an assault on the personal space of
a nearsighted Neanderthal.
…and no one listened….
for fear of hearing anything….
that might offend their sensitivities,
sound a tone that was not in
complete compliance, allow the possibility
of conversation.
So did the monkeys take the throne,
the threesome of denial, risen
to the peak of power because they
heard no evil – spoke no evil – saw no evil
became the dupes of evil - because they
heard no good – spoke no good – saw no good
John G. Lawless
8/13/2015
Listening to sweet melodies
sung on a gentle breeze
Dancing in the cosmos on
this chilled winters eve
Gazing at the beauty, up in
the night skies
Knowing starlights twinkle
shown in your eyes
Breathless whispers echo of
something so brand new
Telling of two hearts glistening
in the morning dew
Awakening deep emotions
in this reality
Visions left wide open to gaze
at all possibilities
While riding that breeze so
soft and so sweet
It's on the rivers edge where
the two shall meet
Intoxicating waves flow with
audacious style
Caressing submissive curves
with seductive guile
Speaking in abstract metaphors
and synonyms
Perfect verses whilst hearts race
from adrenaline
Floating high gracefully searching
release to provoke
Words touch vibrating as
they teasingly spoke
1st place in Brian Strands Contest
2/6/2020
She looks up at big brother
She looks up at the sky
"You can't even reach the stars
So how in the world will I?"
He kneels down by his sister
And drops his voice down low
"Do you want to hear a secret?
But only you and I can know"
Her eyes and teeth show big and white
And she holds out her little pinky
"Tell me! Tell me! I wanna hear!
And I promise you can trust me!"
He chuckles and puts on a grin
And sets her on his knee
"Okay so first you have to know
That the stars spoke right to me
Before you were even born
Shooting stars fell down towards me
They told me something really special-
That anyone can touch them if they reach
They said it may be hard
But can happen if you try
They said you don't need to be tall
In order to touch the sky
They taught me how and said I'd show you
One day-- I guess that's today
So close your eyes and dream real big
Soon you'll be in outer space."
April 2010
He Spoke
Carried about by the storm of emotion,
Over a wild and boundless ocean,
My heart was like a ship at sea,
And no one cared to rescue me.
Or, so it seemed, until I met,
A Man that I shall ne'er forget,
He spoke, the Master spoke to me,
And life the same shall never be,
He said, "I know your needs, that's why,
I went to Calvary to die,
The ocean, once so threatening,
Bowed down to meet my Lord and King.
(copyright 10/30/15)
I opened the bedroom door
a voice from inside says
"wait...not yet"
Gave me goosebumps and chills
Without moving for three seconds ... 1-2-3
the room was empty
A meeting with the spirit world
it is impossible to say
- incapable of solution
Spoke to a cloud today –
the usual conversation
about shape and size,
lows and highs...whether
my need to tote a handy, spring
loaded umbrella...or a better chance
to go without pants, dance
on the beach ~ showing off
thighs, widening sockets
of older generational eyes – he
told me of clouds who gather and
threaten, causing ships to leap into
salty lather, sailors beware!
take battened-down care! – schools
of fishes diving to ocean depths
they share, with ancient vessels (and sewage),
a seafloor covered with sandy
coinage – a diver's delight; when
stormed into sight –
more subjects of our chatter
and debates, were those of tides
and tectonic plates; also of bony-splatter:
living shrapnel, from a well aimed cannon-ball
against a wooden hull, or artillery shell,
man's modern perpetuation, of that never
settling, always heartening seafarer's knell –
I went on to ask, if in all his travels, had
he ever seen anything truly divine?
Like an angel passing...or a saucer
flying...perhaps some mythical dragon
soaring, trying to lasso down a tasty
moon ~ bring him brightly closer,
doing some dragon flips, salivating
for cheesie fondue lips....
I spoke to a tree
last night; while
I sat on my garden
chair – snug and
warm in the late
summer's air;
we spoke, of course,
of full, green branches
about to divest themselves
of veined leaves and nests,
and the feathered breasts
who will soon fly south
letting the old limbs rest,
well earned for an abundant
season –
but we did not speak of
Global Warming...nor did we
speak of disastrous storming –
not a word mentioned of
man-made plagues...nor of
logging destroying our
blessed forest glades – nor
did we speak of human-vultures:
political leeches, using false
speeches, to steal the wealth
of Christ's Blessed Brothers,
as well as the wealth of well
meaning non believing others...
We did speak of
forgiveness
and unconditional
love – wondering of
Heaven...and
what
conversations
above....
This feeling, it's always intangible
never retrievable when you're in need
It's salt on the skin of the girl you're within
It's thoughts which preceed every deed.
It's auras of color which only some see
and some bump right into and pass
It's the sound of one's voice which cuts into your manner
and answers you before you ask.
This feeling, this sick to soul reeling
is always inevitable and swift
A moment of every word yet to be spoken
and every life left to be lived.
I spoke of love one summer’s day
when words of love came out to play
I sighed, for how sweet it would be
to have my sweet walk next to me
to feel the warmth of morning sun
and know the warmth of hearts as one
I whispered of the life we’d live
the kind of life that love could give
I knew this dream was more than need
an urgent dream meant to succeed
If only I could find the heart
that only my love could impart
I spoke of love one summer’s day
when words of love came out to play
I looked into the sky, so blue
as I looked up and I saw you
I pulled my aching body
Outside to get Vitamin D
The beauty of my back yard
Filled me with jubilee
And as I turned up my face
To soak up each golden ray
I heard strange sweet voices
That added joy to my day
And the sun spoke to me
As he blazed down from the sky…
“Like me you must be strong
And warm those who pass by”
And the wind spoke to me
As it played with my hair…
“Like the Holy Spirit of God
I’m here and everywhere.”
And the birds spoke to me
With their blissful little tweets…
“Open your heart to friends
They will give you many treats”
And the blossoms spoke to me
In fuchsia garments of spring…
“See the thorns by our sides?
Be prepared for all life brings.”
And the grass spoke to me
As it lay yellow on the ground
“Let love water your soul
So new life in you may be found.”
And the sky spoke to me
In azure tones of love…
“I’m endless as you can see
Free to fly is the peace dove.”
And the clouds spoke to me
As they sailed up in the sky…
“Let the worries that you have
Like us just drift on by”
And the pine trees spoke to me
As their scent filled the air…
“Stand tall like us and know
Gods help is always there.”
Today, all nature spoke to me
In a mother’s tone so kind
My heart heard every word
And I found my peace of mind.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
He said get it NOW!
Don't say another word
SIT down and be still
Don't open your mouth
Don't even look at me
I responded.......
I went for it as fast as I could and dropped it on him
I said more than another word
I mummered with my mouth closed as loud as I could
I looked over his head as though he were dead
Because of the way he spoke!