Best Step On It Poems
Love can be a beautiful thing
It can ensnare your senses
Confuse you as to which way is up
It can make you do stupid things,
Dangerous things
If you get far enough into it can control you
Make you do things you wouldn’t normally do
Love is the best feeling in the world until…
It all comes crashing down
Then it’s a nightmare
One you just can’t seem to wake up from
You’re plagued by thoughts of what if…
It can be heartbreaking
To know you’re not the one they want
You beat yourself up
You feel like you’ve been slapped in the face
You wonder what you did wrong
You know you still want them
And you know that that’s wrong
But it hurts knowing they don’t want you
They tear your heart out and devour it for dinner
But that’s after they’ve step on it a few times
With their spiked riddled boots
And left it there bleeding
For all to see
A tortured mass of flesh and blood
You feel so out in the open
So small, so fragile and useless
Like the next breeze could blow you away
Yes, love is definitely a beautiful thing…
Until it goes wrong.
JIMMY CARTER
There's so many shortages
we don't know what to do
we're outa gas and coffee beans
and outa money, too.
The congress hasn't been much help
and peanuts just won't do,
so Jimmy please be good for us,
and we'll be good for you!
Well my car's a little bit
extravegant, I know,
it's got an air conditioner
and 440 makes it go!
And every time I step on it
it pours the gas right through
and congress doesn't like my car,
but they drive guzzlers, too!
Well Jimmy Carter's leading us from desperation
and he's trying to save the family car
but the road hog is a gasser
and the gas ain't no cheaper
at the rate that we're goin now---we won't go far!
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Daily Poetry #30, February 27, 2017
Word: Pinwheel
As the world goes round, continuing to spin as we humans walk,
And now that I realize it, I’m stepping along with the Earth too.
Nervously but eagerly, I march along through time, wondering
Where this dirty road will take me when I step on it.
Like a pinwheel, I will spin, pushing along on this winding path,
With the memories that I hold on to, I will see this through.
Though I’m weak, I’ll bend like flimsy wood, it won’t stop me,
So, for the future, I hope you’ll wish me luck.
Seeing that the world evolves, so I must move forward with it,
My weak bones of wood will slowly turn to metal.
I no longer cry, I’m not the weak child you knew before,
But I hope when I roll home, you’ll still recognize me.
Like a pinwheel, I will spin, pushing along on this winding path,
Like the spindles, my arms reach out to a bright future.
My skin may be blemished with scratches and bruises,
So when I come home, will you help me heal?
Like a pinwheel, I will spin, pushing along on this winding path,
But when I stop for a moment, I hope you’ll hold me up.
Looking up at the bright blue sky that is familiar to me,
I hope I have made you proud.
You may use this toilet, but please do not spoil it,
Quit being mean by keeping it clean.
Flush it with water, not with what’s meant to drink,
If you care for others you won’t let it stink,
Ensure your aim is always true,
Use the right place meant for doing what you do.
Never leave bits and pieces lying around,
Inside the potty, not made on the ground.
Others may step on it, perhaps fall and trip?
Just because you made, an uncivil slip.
Always put value on that gleaming commode,
Whether in ceramic or moulded from spode.
Inside your home it would be ever so shining,
Why leave some strangers all worked up and whining?
Paying respect to everything going in under your snout,
Also pay attention to whats coming out.
-Prince Freakasso
(Painter & Poet)
I tend to my field by myself; no one knows how well I do this
This is my cloud that I harvest all my feelings and I am King
So what demands you have or think you have on my cloud?
My cloud is other than my safe haven, with hard sweat and tears
I will make it rain, and it will flood some dreams
When someone request to see my cloud it is not white nor gray
I spout out a bluish silver color with lots of fun shapes that stay
I grumble like thunder making lightning afterwards
I grumble like thunder when people seem to think my field is theirs
No way! I say, Hey YOU! Get off MY Cloud! To day
I try my best to push them off with louder thunder
With lightning flash with some god like shock
My world, my soul, my hardship and most of my entire dream
Is emptied out by one that stands wrong on my field of dreams
The silver lining becomes so dull; I hope to make them fall
My cloud is as wide as a field that I may grow and sow
Now once more, I will say if it fails to get them off my cloud so low
I may have it not low, to make the fall a hard blow
I am King on my cloud; I can make it float high
I can make it float low, but if you decide to step on it
You will find thunder and lightning that will make a great show
And I will say the same thing once more
Hey YOU! Get off My cloud!
When I was very young
I heard a story of a princess
She was someone
That enjoyed pain of others
She was beautiful and powerful
She had many knights
Whishing her hand in marriage
But she did not care for any of them
Her expression was cold as stone
And her heart did not have a drop of love
In addition she enjoyed hurting people
Animals and games of bloody spectacles
She decided that only man she would marry
Would be the one who won a tournament
Tournament in which knights would fight
As the tournament began
She calmly watched as knights
Tore each other to pieces
All for her amusement
Yet still
She had neither pity nor love
For any of them
One of the warriors came from the east
He was very handsome
He fought very bravely
Like a lion
But his expression was such
That even knights defeated by him held no grudge
The princess was amazed by his performance
And she actually started to care for him
When he won the tournament
She went down the tower with biting heart
And her cold expression was gone
She was ready to give him her hand in marriage
But to her surprise
He did not want her
Because he knew what kind of person
She was
This is how the story ends
Knight returned home with his honor
And princes who was antagonist
In this story was left with noting
However in real life things go little different
For example
Most likely winner of the tournament
Would take the princesses hand in marriage
Because she was very rich
And if he didn’t
She would have had him killed
In real life when someone goes out on a limb
They usually end up one who is hurt
Makers of Concord supersonic plane for example
Were unable to use their jet
Because of technical problems
As well as financial
And they were the lucky ones
Still I admire the knight
Although speaking from my own experience
It is very difficult to go out on a limb
And I don’t have a lion like will and courage
But to those who would try to punish me
I will be like a scorpion
Small and seemingly week
But that will sting like hot knife if someone tries to step on it
Memories are walls
desecrated by graffiti of remembrance
well intentioned people
all around
and me
playing that „warm rabbit“ game
(take a guess who the rabbit is)
it feels like I'm one of those happy faces on Kerouac's road
I feel like an idiot
it has to feel like that when you deliver a piece of self so other can step on it
even though stepping on it was not intended
but
not knowing what to do with it
they just step on it
when mistake acquires a form of face
leave some words unspoken – they taught me
it is nicer to be humanly than fashionably conscious – they taught me
so i just have a message for you: eat ****,
you have devoured all of my cookies anyway so
by academic degree
babbitry of yours couldn't be washed – they failed
when iron clew entangles in your chest
oversleep
it will go away
it always does – they failed
wrist is accustomed on postponement
and I have forced expression
for every urbanely pickled photography
that whore karma laid down one nice slap on my cheek
well
on what is left of it
****
... man is it's evolution
* warm rabbit was notorious practice in jail for political prisoners in Yugoslavia (Goli otok) where when a new prisoner came prison guards would forced prisoners to line up in two rows and new prisoner had to walk through and other prisoners were forced to beat him with any object available until prison guards said it's enough.
Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story.
I wasn't always bitter like this, I've had my fair share of glory.
In my youth I was an all-state football player with a lot of friends.
But you know life was going too good, and we all know that ends.
One time I was there, all the way on top.
Then out of no where, it came to a complete stop.
I had to deal with the loss of my brother,
then shortly after, I lost my significant other.
For four years, it was just the two of us.
We were perfect, no fights and no reason to fuss.
One night we went to the movies on a date.
She told me to step on it, cause we were late.
So as I sped down the street and over a hill.
Just thinking about it now, gives me a chill.
When I came over the crest, there was a car right there.
He had a flat tire and was about to put on the spare.
It was too late, there was nothing I could do.
I slammed on the brakes, but we hit before I even knew.
I still remember the fear and feeling the broken glass.
I still remember the terrifying scream I heard last.
I woke up at the hospital, I asked if anything happened to her at all.
They said she's in a room down at the end of the hall.
I needed to see her, they said not right now, but I was pleading.
Then a nurse sat down and said I'm sorry, she has internal bleeding.
I had to ask the nurse, because I didn't know what that meant.
She said nothing can be done, so I stood up and to her room I went.
I walked in and looked at her, I'll never forget what she said.
“Everything will be alright, I love you,” and for the last time I kissed her forehead.
That night I lost the person I was going to call my wife.
That night, I lost the love of my life.
I wish it was still us two.
Baby everyday I still miss you.
***By Chris Matt for A Rambling Poets contest.***
8-14-2011
This longing I have, this desire so true
Yet an empty pit that gnaws and grows
My love, my pain, my light, my fire
I have not much but my soul to give
Vulnerable, desperate, frustrated, pleading;
Turning, rolling, tumbling, screaming
Even in sleep I cannot escape the truth
That pushes me into familiar depths
Desolate, cold, alone, unloved
I turn towards you, but you turn away
I step closer, and you fade away;
Cruel illusions of a restless mind
Distorted,
Plagued with desire and pride;
I placed my heart in your hands
But it fell,
Twisted, shattered in tears of blood;
Step on it if it cannot be mended;
End this hope, this pain;
Return what once was mine.
24/3/16
Nowadays I have a different prayer:
Don't keep me from trouble,
Teach me how to walk through trouble.
Don't lift me up to the sky,
Give me wings so I can fly,
When they want to bury me,
Don't get me out of the pit,
Help me shake the dust and step on it,
It will lift me higher.
Don't give me fish,
Teach me how to fish,
Don't pick me up when I fall,
Give me the strength to rise up when I fall,
Don't love me too much,
Give me the chance to love me too.
Don't hide me under your wings all through,
Give me the courage to walk alone when I have to,
Don't cure my pain at instant,
Help me learn what it teaches,
Don't wipe away every tear I shed,
Give me the chance to wipe some of my tears,
to feel them on my fingertips.
Don't make me feel like am the best,
Teach me that in a way we all best,
So I can be humble,
Don't forget to watch over me,
for without you am nothing.
I love beading, I love making gifts and jewelry to sell. I had a project in progress, beading a bracelet, but I ran out of thread a few thousand times and in the process of cutting another piece, mislaid my needle;
Alarmed, frantically searching,
I had every horrid scenario going through my mind.
What if I stepped on the thing and it went through my toe? My cat could step on it and it could get lodged in her leg bone; it was certainly thin enough; my god, what if she ate the thing! How would they get the needle out of her?
I’m breathing heavily now, flashlight in one hand and a magnet in the other, scraping it across the carpet. Even worse, I had a picture of myself falling on the thing; geez, it went straight into my eye; there goes that expensive implant!
Outright, panting, sweating, in complete panic now;
I can’t find it; what do I do? In the time it takes to get the vacuum; it could end up inside of my cat! Settling myself on the brink of a panicked pulmonary incident; I stand up from the floor and there, on the table...my eyes met that pesky needle; right where I’d left it when I pulled out that last bit of thread...well, now I’m too stressed to finish...no focus.
I once had a butler so dapper
He had but a slight stutter
On the grounds we once walked
To find treasure of sorts
Wh.. wh.. he stuttered
I know I countered
Then why'd you step on it
He questioned
Something has got to change...
snap out of your foolish rage;
be honest with yourself,
and say," I don't want to be yours! "
Not long ago,
you adored me
like there's was
no other man on earth;
a moment ago,
you refused to be touched;
and while I'm playing your song,
you look away...
Something has got to change...
how come you can't breath
the same air that I breath,
and have the same needs that I have?
Why can't you,at least, feel the joy
of being loved so faithfully,
and why you hate my looks of sweetness;
don't I love you nevertheless?
Something has got to change...
our moments together
can't turn into memories:
they must live inside of us!
Something has got to change...
I laid everything at your feet,
hoping you'd keep this secret;
I offered you more than love,
and you shouldn't kick it and step on it...
like it was a worthless stone!
Something has got to change today...
search for kindness and pity,
and be willing to care!
She's like bubble gum
I take her out of the wrapper
Put her in my mouth
Chomp down
It taste good at first
There's no denying that
The taste is wonderful
It's sugary and sweet
There's new touches of sweetness that I can savor
I swoosh it around in my mouth
I blow a big bubble
And I then hear her pop
There's no better sound
Than to hear that pop
It's a thrill
Then after awhile
The taste looses it's sweetness
It becomes a chore
I swoosh it around my mouth
It's seems rudimentary
Not complimentary
I blow a big bubble
It doesn't pop
It lost it's flavor
I then take the bubble gum
Look at it for the last time
Toss it out into the wind
And let someone else step on it
It's that easy
There's more bubble gum to unwrap
Baby out there is thinking what the heck
Is he talking about
She's right
She's still in the wrapper
Freshly minted
Gift wrapped
Waiting to arrive, I bet
Baby out there is thinking what the heck
Is he talking about
She's right
I'm just having fun,
dreaming
connie pachecho
1/14/17
Broken and confused
I left my heart in your hands
Do whatever you please
Just don't step on it again
It's still healing from past relationships
Stilll taking its time
Falling in love again
So don't feed it lies
That will make it believe stronger
Don't feed it love
Because it'll only increase its hunger
To live off of love
Surely not heart felt
Broken and confused
I came to you
The only person I knew
That loved me for me
Yet you fed me lies
And gave impure love to my heart
You caused me
To feel this way
Something I'd never felt before
Is this love or just pain
Seems like everytime I think of you
And what used to be.
Can't believe we said our goodbyes
About a year ago
Living without you is hard
But with you is tougher
Than I ever imagined
Broken and confused