Best Stayed Poems
Cheerily blew ocean breeze in beach-park
Till fiery tides climbed bouncing giant rock
Spurred on by the churning clouds hosting dark
As hazy winds ravaged paths on your walk
Rattling lashing gust where fishing boats dock.
Stranger were we, till blinding storm hit blast
Pouring pelting rain on our budding talk,
Waddling needlessly in each other's past--
Alas, like summer rain, our amour faded fast!
Yet I stayed, wooed by nascent azure sky
Charmed anew by rising violet hue
Dispersing vestiges of storm gone by
Enchanting crowds in periwinkle view
As you returned bearing secret you knew
Ready for the prize with smile in your eyes
Admiring beauty in portrait I drew
Starring just you beneath amorous skies
Depicted by my hands sporting romantic highs.
June 28, 2018
This Christmas Eve will be over soon,
Vixen and Cupid are over the moon;
Santa, Dasher and Dancer,
Ate baked beans with old Prancer,
Poor, Donner and Blitzen are in a swoon.
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December 22, 2015
Limerick
For the contest, Limerick,
Sponsor, Jan Allison
First Place
Southerly breeze at my back
Curlicue clouds in the sky
Folks sport sunny smiles
A privilege to be alive
It's Spring after Christmas
A treat for body and soul
Santa's stayed on in Chicago
Why rush back to the North Pole?
The karmic wheel turned
to a world torn and burned
by war and lust and greed
and this Incarnations' need
to Love.
Tentatively, the teen reached out
(from the childs' abuse and doubt)
to the grown-up herd
and the curious word
said to be ... Love ...
which led to a merry-go-round
a wheel of names bound
by their own karmic games.
I could have stayed Home,
never come to wander and roam
an Earth of endless pain.
If not for the beauty of mountain and plain
and sunset shore, I'd go ...
but I'd leave a little dog behind
whose Love I do know.
So I will stay here long
amused at how I chose wrong
and left that Light called Home
far beyond this space
toward where my soul does race
to return to ... until another time ...
Or perhaps, to leave no more.
English Rhyming Translation
© Krishika Upadhyay | 2025
I’m breaking down, in lashes' shade,
In silent dreams, I wish I stayed.
I try to rise, on roads that smile,
But thorns have gripped my feet a while.
Yes, thorns are biting where I tread,
And tears now rest where sleep once spread.
It feels I’ll shatter, fade away,
Or lose myself in you someday.
I wish to hold you, cry a bit,
Release this poison where it sits.
But prayers alone can’t bring Him near,
And you no longer call me dear.
I sway between the calm and storm,
In memories where you stay warm.
I’ve lost my patience, lost my grace,
But still I crave your lost embrace.
And what to do? You never call.
Since you have gone, I bear it all.
This world’s turned hot like ruthless noon,
My face...a wilted, silent moon.
There’s no more joy I hold within,
Just dreams of you beneath my skin.
And how could smiles be mine again,
When what I lost was love... not pain?
I’ve said I’m shattered ...will you care?
To gather all my pieces there?
But deep inside, I truly know
You’ll break me once more, soft and slow.
Hindi~
"Main Bikhar Ke Bhi Tera Hi Raha"
(Even in Pieces, I Stayed Yours)
Bigad raha hun ,
Ki palkon ki chaav main doob jaaun
Sudhar raha hun ,
Ki muskurati raahon main nikal aaun
Par paanv m kaate lag rahe hain
Par paanv m kaate lag rahe hain
Kuch aansun aankhon m aate lg rahe hain
Lag rha hai bikhar jaaun yahin
Tujmain bas jaaun kahi
Tujhe baahon mai bhar rolun zara
Utarlun woh jehar jo h dil m bhara
Par ibaadat se.
Par ,ibaadat se khuda aata nahi
Tu mujhe pehle ki trh , ab bulata nhi
Bohot sehma , suljha , behaka rehta hun
Teri yaadon main mehaka rehta hun
Mujhko toh ab sabr aata nhi hai
Mujhko,
Toh ab sabr aata nhi hai
Par kya karun,
Tu ab mujhe bulata nhi hai
Tere jaane ke baad sab dhoop sa hai
Murjhaya hua mera roop sa h
Aur nhi h koi khusi mujhmai ,magar sapna hai
Aur nhi h koi khusi mujhmai magar ,sapna hai
Aur hogi bhi kese , jo maine khoya woh mera apna h
Ab bta diya ki bikhra hun , toh samet lena mujhe
Pr mujhe pta h , tu pyaar jatakar , dobara bikher dega mujhe
I’ve seen them: humungous stumps of once gigantic trees
that made a forest sacred-
knowing it was men that lopped off such magnificence
Stealers of beauty and promise:
these amputations leave their scars
on the convolutions of mankind’s
collective brain
Where, if I could
I would venture back in dreams to stay the axe
Let nature take her time with this living, biggest, hugest.
Into forever let these branches spread their prettiness
Let generations stand in awe at their continuance.
Suzanne Delaney
Through the good times, and the bad.
Even through the troubled times we had.
You stayed with me..
You gave me everything.
A life of love you gave to me.
You stayed with me..
In search of paradise.
You saved up all those dreams you had.
You stayed with me..
You comforted me with warmth.
You sheltered my heart, with love and joy.
You stayed with me..
Through the good times, and the bad.
Even through the troubled times we had.
You stayed with me..
Through the good times, and the bad.
Even through the troubled times we had.
You stayed with me..
You stayed with me...
Love Ballad By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1984,2015..All rights reserved..
Tried to stay in Dream Weavers world ,silenced alarm
Back to dream weavers sow
Hour late for work, I'm a charm
Freeway flat tire, rain and snow
Clothes soaking wet, slipped wrench injured hand
So late for work, speeding ticket mine
Boss shaking head, strike up the band
Injured hand dropped heavy box, foot not fine
Finally home, slipped on ice like sled
I can see stars, 20 IQ points lost
Broke arm too, in hospital rest my head
Dream weavers world I'll stay, except now it will cost !
01/26/2017 It's time for hilarious poetry contest of Jamie Pan
Do you recall being in school?
Learning many lessons;
obeying all of the rules;
absorbing each lecture and each page
of your textbook;
adding to your storehouse of wisdom.
If you stayed and finished school, you were wise;
It always pays to stay in school.
As you build your own life’s book,
You’ll learn many life lessons.
Every turn of your life’s next page;
must comply with some sort of rule.
People live and create hoards of rules;
Living by them can make one wise.
Turn carefully the pages,
while you’re still in school;
and you can avoid some hard lessons
which, are not in your textbooks.
If your life is a tightly closed book,
you live by a personal rule;
you may get frustrated with your lessons.
Sharing with others can make you wise;
Not all education is gleaned in school;
Education has many unconventional pages.
Every time you turn a page,
in any kind of book;
you’ll learn things, in lifetimes school;
including the golden rule.
Living this rule is quite wise;
it’s the kindest lesson in life.
Pay close attention to your lessons
and those on other people’s pages.
Everywhere you’ll locate wisdom;
Someday you may write it in your own book.
Every king or queen that ever ruled,
Started out, being schooled.
Wisdom comes from a lifetime of learning lessons.
Stay in school till it’s time to turn another of life’s pages.
Study your books; live by the rules for success.
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What if we'd met at Jackson Memorial in the neonatal ward,
Placed ever so gently, side by side, facing the outside world?
And our parents and relatives and friends they had
Giggled thru an over sized window
And waved and pointed and cooed at us,
Two tiny babies in little pink blankets with silly hats on our heads.
The joy of our grandparents. The meaning to life.
Heirs to the family misfortunes.
We Separate-ly, Equal-ly, Together-ly went home to be loved by all.
And walking and talking and learning to trust
Were taught in our childhood years.
And you learned to sing, "Amazing Grace"
At the A.M.E Church on the corner
And I learned to sing, "Amazing Grace"
At the Baptist church on the square.
We gossiped together each morning and "double dutch-ed" at lunch.
You angled me through geometry class as I read you through English Lit.
I cheered when you made cheerleader and you cried when I didn't.
We laughed when I made Homecoming Queen,
Went to Macy's and picked out a dress.
Then the day finally came, with diplomas in hand,
Throwing caution to the wind,
We Separate-ly, Equal-ly, Together-ly plunged into the outside world.
And through the years, no matter what, we stayed friends to the bitter end.
As husbands came and husbands went and the world grew up around us.
We loved and prayed and raised our babies.
We shared our families' misfortunes.
Together we sang "Amazing Grace" when people we loved went Home.
And never once in all that time did we ever look askance
That you are a woman of color and I am some shade of white.
SPOKEN BROKEN WITH MY HEART MIND STAYED ON GOD ON ALL OCCASIONS
Lord I need you I need the more of you
I need to place you more to be in the center of my life
My every fiber my every being needs to be physical and spiritual in alignment
See I need the more of you in my life
I don't need to be whole in my way
I don't need to be whole as Humanity says
I need to be broken remote is remade with my eyes stayed on you
SPOKEN BROKEN WITH MY HEART MIND STAYED ON GOD ON ALL OCCASION
I need to be broken, broken in you as broken pieces Sacrificed I need to be remolded, reshaping be remade in you
Lord O'God place me on the potter's wheel
I need the present of you first without God I am nothing
You giving me life I have a yearning I have a thirst
As the presence of God tends to my yield
Broken me Lord fill me use me
Without you I'm nothing I want to be like a thirsty dear Panting for Your water
I want to be an instrument for you to help through you save your sons and your daughters O'Father
SPOKEN BROKEN WITH MY HEART MIND STAYED ON GOD ON ALL OCCASION
I need to be broken shattered in pieces corruptured separated from everything not liking to you
Remolded reshapen fill up in you
So full illuminated all they see Humanity when they look at me all they see is just you
I need to be splintered and crushed lit set apart from Anything not like you be focused set viewed
I stayed my mind on you
Ruptured and torn to be reborn rebirth
Bible verse lead to Jesus, thinking of only you first
I am broken to be remade structurally shape- remade
In the likeness of You for what I do
God I'm nothing without you
Father remade me I'm a chosen one
Who can say I am not definitively Your child a Child of God
Got my mind, heart, soul and eyes on My Father God
Shabar sacrifice breaking in peace I'm broken in God
3/20/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23 (c)
For my friend Angela Rickaway
She Stayed Strong
Overwhelming feelings should make her heart go weak
Facing cancer head on with no sound of a shriek
She stands firm planted in true love
SHE STAYED STRONG
Knowing that her strength comes from Above
Her beautiful eyes so ever baby blue bold
I’m sure there’s much pain she still hasn’t told
But even in the darkest hours she digs deep in her soul
For the love of her true friends blesses her tenfold
She stands firm planted in true love
SHE STAYED STRONG
Knowing that her strength comes from Above
Her enchanting headscarf proves powerful at site
She is her own superhero so sexy in her fight
Her strength and courage arose with living will
Her time is ever precious more years here she shall fill
She stands firm planted in true love
SHE STAYED STRONG
Knowing that her strength comes from Above
Stayed at Home Instead
For a while in salt water we would splash
After that lay down and start to crash
End up dreaming of the many things
Which to us joy and happiness brings.
Then we later had to leave the beach
Pelicans and seagulls as they screech
Waves forming and into shore did flow
When wind built up and started to blow.
Raining hectically had been outside again
Where all our patience was wearing thin
Wanting it to be sunny and nice and warm
And we were just affected by a big storm.
Weather and wind finally settled down
And it was then that we all went to town
To drink and dance at a beloved bar
But before we left someone clobber our car.
My moral I am stating and making is
Boiling down and amounting to this
This very poem you should have read
Laid down and stayed at home instead.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
I have always been curious about people from Kurdistan
I wonder why they are called kurds
I wonder when the kurds would become keese
Just like curd becomes cheese
I wonder if birds are called “birds” because they come from “Birdistan”…..
Okay, that kurd-bird joke one time never went down well
One audience I entertained transitioned from swelling to swearing
The agitated audience looked at each other, left and right
The bird joke got me pelted and unhired, now I'm a fly-by-night comic
The joke was inspired by a 12 year kid I once knew, nicknamed “Talk shop”
He used to hang around the market stands and chatted nonstop
The lad knew almost all of the countries with syllables ending with “–stan”
He bragged about Kazakhstan, Tajikstan, Uzbekistan, with the “stans” he was never done
The smart-****’s Turkistan questions hit me like a slap
Unrelentingly he tested me to spot Manhattan on the map
I totally lost my geography to the kids embarrassing pressure
The kid burst into a belly laugh when my finger hovered over Asia
In trying to change the subject, I asked him about the story of Tristan
I was zipped into silence when he told me stick to geography and not romance
I asked the kid what his real name was, and how he got an extra memory chip
He said if he taught me how, the conversation would flip
And then he revealed what his real name was with a “My name is Stan, duh!”
A felt relieved, as adult dumbness left my shoulder
I bet you would know every country and its geographical location
If it was made up of some weird syllables sneaking up on your name
The cocky kid asked me to test him on anything
I went spiritual, a subject the kid probably had no grip on
I asked him why we confess to a priest, if God can directly hear us pray
He said “so that we can have an eye witness on judgment day”
I tried to get rid of the boy by pretending to be bored
But I let the boy stay, when he told me that I would miss him one day when I get old