Best Stories Poems
Hey Tom, your heart you wear on your sleeve,
Concisely achieve what a poet does perceive,
Surpassing discerning reporters near and afar,
Keep writing about Putin and his stories bizarre,
You remind me of Churchill, just add a cigar.
HELLO DR. SEUSS – DO COME IN
There’s a BEAR
On my STAIR,
And I wish it
Wouldn’t STARE!
There’s a WUPBOARD,
In my CUPBOARD
And a DOX
In my BOX,
I know there’s a DARSKET,
In my BASKET
And perhaps a ZUBOON sitting
Next to my BABOON
Who resembles a BUFFOON!
Then there's SCRUB
Who lives beneath my TUB
A pleasant GUY,
He’s from Planet JIY
And taught me to FLY!,
But there’s a pesky GARBET,
Who lives in a JARPET
Within my bedroom CARPET!
I enjoy GRUDGET,
Who’s a tiny CRUDGET,
Who sees to my BUDGET!
In our boathouse,
Is a family of WASCALS
I really love these RASCALS
3 of them love me a lot,
The other three, wish I were not!
Old Mr FUBBLES,
Who blows BUBBLES,
Has a LUTTON,
Who’s a GLUTEN
On his BUTTON!
I also have a XELF,
Who likes to DELVE
On my SHELF
It’s fun living with my sister
Who has no idea,
I keep a ZOBBIT,
Who resembles HOBBIT,
In her BONNET!
POTD 20/6/2019
You died so long ago
Everyone just walked away
No on even remembers you
You do have stories left to tell
So many stories no one may ever hear
Hidden behind little drawers
It would be great if someone snuck in
Checked out those little drawers
Opening one after another
Just so they can learn the stories
And bring a little life back into you
© Poem – XII/III/MMXXI
Interested in my thoughts?
I’m interested in yours, too
Nice of you to stop by
A not-so-phony comment will do
It’s nice that everyone talks and leaves me without a clue
But laughs at my ignorance and preaches about the Truth
EVERYONE is flattered by genuine concern
You accept what you’re given but give nothing in return
Greedy heathen is a term you should learn
You spare yourselves the water and love to watch me burn
Like I said, I write for myself
Unless you’re constructive your words do not help
Yet this does not faze you
Because I just seem crazy to you
But this is who I am
Paranoid by the many views
People ALWAYS watch
And have nothing to say to you
But nurture your delusions
And soak in pride about playing you
We are all humans
Yet we’re subjected to categories
But this is how some get off
I kindly ask please stop sparing me childhood stories
I hear the bird calling at dusk
Stories told at the end of the day
Leading me to think of mine
Meandering on their way
My silence takes over with listening
I try not to skip a page
In a rush to get beyond troubles,
Avoiding a war not to wage
I don't see the sun, it hides in clouds tonight
It doesn't want to show its face
Maybe, it's a little tired
And wants to be some other place
Pitter-patter steps, chipmunks scurry
Gray clouds hold back the rain for now
I still find myself reaching,
As if I can touch the sun somehow
As darkness settles in, the sun is gone away
The sun and I will meet another day, another day
Heidi Sands
8/18/22
POTD 8/20/22
Of a child growing up without a father
And the love and nurture of a mother
The struggle for food on less than a dollar
In a world of abundance poverty still a ruler
Dried up wells and contaminated streams
Life on the brink in a desert of dreams
Knowledge like water, how rare for some
Education and schools taboo (Boko Haram)
Remember to pray my son, mother said to me
There’s so much evil, airplane crashes and terrorism
And Islam and the perversion of this religion
The focus and fear drives us from being Christian
Remember to call on God the only true referee
The one who can guide us to unity and victory
He seeks neither an election nor a campaign
Forget His love we remember only hatred and pain
Under The Cover.
.
You can never ever
Tell a book by it’s cover
As I was later to discover
The Lady in the Nursing home
The old man across the way
All have a story to tell
Hidden away
.
Some people I’ve known for years
Have suddenly touched my heart
And left me in tears
When they reviled their past
And nightmares and fears
.
Like my own dear Father
Shot and wounded
A prisoner of war
With only a tiny piece of bread to eat
And nothing more
.
The sweet old Lady I talked to
In Worksop in a store
Who told me she was the last surviving victim
Of Dachau in the war
.
The old man down our street
A nicer man you could ever meet
A rear Lancaster tail gunner
Or the hardship of a devoted Mother
Her husband left her for another
Someone who lost their family
And had no other
.
Those who suffered in the blitz
Those who lost a loved one
Aboard a ship
Never found always missed
The nurse who gave her all and put others
Before herself
To help the sick
.
The Pals sent to die in another far off land
The luckier who returned
Minus a leg or no hand
The coal miner unground
Who kept the home fires burning
The Steelworkers who gave their all
To keep England’s wheel turning
.
The bomb disposal and mine clearer's
The lifeguard on the bay
The emergency services and law enforcers
Who put their life in danger for us every day
.
The one who gives
But doesn’t seek recognition or reward
The one who fights for justice and war to cease
And silently prays for peace
.
A million stories left untold
Of unsung heroes young and old
No one should judge anyone
Like a book by their cover
For we all have a story
And who knows what we might discover.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
(Verse 1)
Gathered in an antique bowl
All the letters from their joyful life
Kneeling like prayer, she’ll stoke the fire
She’ll burn the words, they are for her alone
(Chorus)
Like unwritten pages..
Hopes, cries, dreams, sighs
Will flow out, debris after rain
Our untold stories..
Smiles, scrapes, charms, the screams
Will go out, smoldered by rain
(Verse 2)
Countless hours make a life
Shear number of moments stun
Commotion, struggled swim
Ripples will calm to glass
(Chorus)
Like unwritten pages..
Friends, shams, loves, spills
Will flow out, debris after rain
Our heartfelt stories..
Kids, aches, meals, the scars
Will go out, smoldered by rain
(Musical interlude)
(Chorus)
Like unwritten pages..
Jokes, peeves, pets, lies
Will flow out, debris after rain
Our ancient stories..
Thrills, falls, truths, the hells
Will go out, smothered in sand by time
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Suspense is a thing worth not knowing
Dying for the knowledge of the mystery
From novice to brainiac ever flowing,
Slipping into the dark annals of history.
Shudders at the noise of victims’ crying
Suspense is a thing worth not knowing,
Keeping chilblains on the skin denying
Revealing information ne’er extolling.
Red herrings by the hundreds growing
In long heralded stories not so mastered
Suspense is a thing worth not knowing,
Fabled tales of untamed roguish bastards.
Best sellers from all leather anthologies
With black ravens and murderous crowing,
Translated to filmdom with no apologies
Suspense is a thing worth not knowing.
Written June 1, 2022
The storm has passed,
Leaving behind hills covered white
The sky opens up to blue
With a shining mixture of gray and opal
Clouds scattered all around
The pine trees sway,
Waving between the horizon and here
On the hill where the rocks in the stonewall,
Are capped with snow
The wind chime still hangs chiming winter songs,
To be heard from this hill
Where the sky shows beautiful stories
In every direction
To be told, scene by scene, year after year
Heidi Sands
1/2/21
The little boy laughs as he runs, his grandfather struggles to catch him.
The little girl giggles and peeks over the pew as her mother prays.
The old woman in a veil and gloves neatly folds her handkerchief.
The man wipes sweat from his face as he lays down his axe.
The old woman slowly walks down the lane as her dog struggles to keep up.
The teacher looks at his watch as his student reads his report.
The man slams the door behind him as his wife shouts.
The little boy dances as he pulls the fish from the water.
The little girl smiles as she smears lipstick on her face.
Daddy is frowning and she is laughing on that first bicycle ride.
The dog howls as they take the old man away.
The new bride smiles and falls into her husbands arms.
Mother worries that her husband will not return.
The man throws the hammer and grabs his thumb.
Young eyes twinkle as Grandma brings the turkey to the table.
Mother brushes the hair out of her sleeping baby’s eyes.
Baby and puppy joyfully roll on the ground.
The old dog lays his head in her lap.
Grandma pats her husband’s hand one last time.
The young soldier waves good bye to his family.
Dad's eyes swell with tears as he gives her away.
Papa can barely remove his shoes after work.
The young boy taps his head with the pencil as he takes the test.
The little girl pours tea and hands the empty cup to her teddy bear.
Dad waves to his son as he gets on the bus.
Mom and Dad clap as home plate is crossed.
Daddy eats the little messy birthday cake.
Mommy pulls her new baby to her breast.
The woman puts ice on her eye and cries.
The writer yawns and lays down his pen.
STORIES TO LIVE BY
Oh! tell me tales that lift the spirit, energise the soul
Inspire a faith that gives the strength to drive toward a goal
Let not the story of the nation be a book of shame
That current generations may seek solace couched in blame
Though there may be dark chapters of our history beset
With episodes of evil we now view with deep regret
True annals yet tell stories of bold quests by those of daring
Who ventured forth with courage, thought of self-preserve foreswearing
To conquer craggy peak, cross frozen continent and sea
And some of grace faced tyranny, risked life to set us free
Let victimhood and pointed accusation not prevail
Nor guilt and self abasement write a gloomy new folktale
As every day a page is turned to quicken and advance
Our lives, should we not be the author of our own romance
Then one day hence we may recount in parable or fable
A legend that all may embrace to hearten and enable
You and I
Suicide
Never knowing what it means
To bleed
Never touching the dreams
You need
Just bleed
Thoughts glimpse inside
Glimpse inside the mind
They say you’re nothing
Hide your worth
They say you’re nothing
Dead from birth
We all want to be
Want to be
What they want us to be
We all wanna see
Wanna see the light
Open up your eyes
See inside the light
This is our story
Give God the glory
Down the medication
Take it all in
Put another line inside the wrist
Maybe it’ll block out the fist
What does this life even mean
What is a happy dream
We all want to be
Want to be
What they want us to be
We all wanna see
Wanna see the light
Open up your eyes
See inside the light
This is our story
Give God the glory
Lovers seem to fade
Fade into the grey
Families tear apart
Rip out your heart
No one seems to care
If you go no where
No one seems to cry
If you sleep at night
We all want to be
Want to be
What they want us to be
We all wanna see
Wanna see the light
Open up your eyes
See inside the light
This is our story
Give God the glory
Thoughts glimpse inside
Glimpse inside the mind
They say you’re nothing
Hide your worth
They say you’re nothing
Dead from birth
Just run
Run away
Death is not the end
Heaven send
There’s something greater
In the air
God we need you now
There must be more
More than this
We all want to be
Want to be
What they want us to be
We all wanna see
Wanna see the light
Open up your eyes
See inside the light
This is our story
Give God the glory
They give us fuzzy stories on why they start a war
To us, it seems quite bizarre
As bombs fall from the sky
They feed us another lie
They gave us "weapons of mass destruction" before
Then came the blood and gore
It was really quite appalling
But the bombs kept falling
So another country we'll rearrange
and call it regime change
A story on the news will manage
To talk about collateral damage
As missiles go sailing by
Innocent people will die
And as their story blurs
Those in charge will tend to their heel spurs
Dinner with friends while soft candlelight glows
We're dressed in formal attire, both genders
Goblets of wine while conversation flows,
what fond memories the moment renders.
Shared recollections from decades, gone by.
Good times of laughter and those when we cried.
Melancholy, it was a night spent without a dry eye,
happy tears and sad ones, we could not hide.
Round the damask draped table we remained.
Too quickly to us, it seemed the hours flew.
Reluctance to end the night was not feigned,
then, came the chimed hour to reckon adieu.
Hearth side, I sat... satisfied and alone.
Serene and reflective on friendships sown.