Best Strips Poems
Chicken strips are awesome
They are so good to me
I eat them every day!
Go chicken strips!
Chicken strips are tasty
They are so crunchy too!
I LOVE them!
Yeah chicken strips!
Chicken strips are like family
I NEVER let them go!
They are so close to me!
Cool! Chicken strips!
Go go chicken!
Go go go chicken strips
Go go chicken
Go go go chicken strips.......................YEAH!
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I made up this song so randomly so as you see...I LOVE CHICKEN STRIPS!!!!!
A story unfolded
On a monitor strip
From the laughter when eating Chinese food
To the small talk that ended in an explosive argument
Oxygen still pumping
From regular to irregular
From controllable to uncontrollable
Heart palpitations
Mind racing
A little dose of sedation
To sleep those thoughts
A son's fight with his mother
A mother's fight to breathe
And as he walked away, she lay there fighting for her life
Blushing deeply, I lean in for the hug.
Aware of that familiar warmth.
Your confident smile brushed with
a bit of mischief leaves me spluttering.
Room filled with weary eyes.
But that often glance from your direction,
kept breaking my string of thought.
Leaving me with ones,
that could never be bought.
'Where are we going?'
The constant question that hung in the air.
'The next lane'
The answer that made no sense.
One of the many familiar streets greeted our tasteless humor.
The questioning glances left us jumping back into our awaiting chariot.
Sprawled on the side of the road,
Sitting like anybody but a lady.
The passers-by gave us more then just a second look.
Without even a glance back,
You gave me your hand.
You led the way as you always do.
Making me feel twice as secure.
'We'll buy one and split it'
Your usual words.
Squeezing into the booth,
You don't let any bit of distance come between us.
Trusting my instinct,
You let me pick our prey again.
'Don't finish the honey mustard'
Just as you clean of the last bit of it.
Ring Ring!
Suddenly back to reality.
Have to get back to my tower before I turn myself into a pumpkin.
Helping me into my chariot.
You disappear from my view,
Taking my fantasy along with you.
Strips of being here are drawn all over you, fine lines intertwining with your skin,
It is not within the whites of dainty skies to praise who you are,
I hope you don't hide the only thing that makes you, you,
That unique spark, that fire burning deep within your soul.
The black mark curving down to your collarbones remembers the anguish you scrubbed off,
It is not an abyss's purpose to make you love staying,
I hope you don't die as someone you don't know, don't lose yourself in the cloak of a foreign identity.
On an endless night, with stars like ink dots on an ancient parchment,
I think of you, of the fragile strips that contour your being,
Of every line that tells your battles and victories,
Of the shadows dancing on your skin, echoes of a tumultuous past.
When the wind wanders through the leaves of old trees,
I feel your presence like a sad melody, a symphony of a lost soul,
And I wonder if you'll ever find peace in those shadows,
If you'll learn to embrace those black marks not as a burden, but as badges of honor.
In the labyrinth of your mind, where every thought is a dark corner,
I carry the hope that you won't get lost in the unfathomable depths,
That you won't be seduced by the abyss's call, won't dissolve into its silence,
That you'll find yourself, in all your splendor, in all your vulnerability.
Your soul, a wandering ship on emerald seas,
Floating among waves of thoughts and emotions,
Seeking a lighthouse, a guiding light to bring you home,
To a port where you can reveal your true essence, without fear, without a mask.
And perhaps, one day, when the sky is white again,
You'll dare to show the world that spark, that fire burning within you,
You'll understand that you are not defined by the black marks, but by the way you carry them,
That you are an entire universe, full of stars and constellations, and that every strip of you is a chapter in a magical story.
Never hide, never lose yourself,
Live as who you are, love what you are,
In this world of shadows and lights, of dainty whites and dark abysses,
Always find your way back to yourself, never forget who you are.
The German guards stood their ground
When the Australians attacked throwing lead all around
But bullets don’t last in such a fight
And he made each one count as he thought he might
Each clip for his Mauser rifle was fed
As he placed them in with some lingering dread
And the brass bullet holders littered the ground
When a shot rang out and he fell down
The Australians won the trench and the detritus strewn there
That was left in the ground without any care
The war dragged on and the military metal was lost
As those who were left added up the cost
One hundred years on in a French cafe
A tourist bought the brass and wondered that day
What was the story of these strips and how they stayed.
© Paul Warren Poetry
FEAR
Fear
it's a picture
unfocused...
LOVE
Love,
a picture
alive
colorful...
PASSION
Passion,
it's a weapon
dangerous,
and confused...
HATRED
Hatred,
it's a fire
mortal,
infernal...
DOUBT
No doubt
it's a ticket,
unnoticed landscape...
LUCK
something simple
that easily
doesn't happen...
SONG
Song,
it is a dream
sung or
touched...
SENSUAL HEAT
Yummy heat
summer heart of drummer
lump ...
When
idyllic
summer
in your body
I warm up
your soul
of dreamer ..!
COMA LOVE
Comatose love,
However
eat,
drink and eat ...
Our life
does not support ...
IRREMEDIABLE
When
the body is addicted,
the soul goes out ...
Nothing works:
medicine,
prayer,
pilgrimage ...
not healthy
life
comes ... !
Who gave you the right to love
...The FALL
Who gave you the right to gift
...Murder
Who gave you the right to save
...Moses
Who gave you the right to rule
...David
Who gave you the right to speak
...Mary
Who gave you the right to sacrifice
...Jesus
Who gave you the right to birth
...Holy Spirit
Flying to Free
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-27-2023
NATURE OF THE WIND
there is the wind to soften
each and every flower...
because the nature of the wind
it's like that... to bring love... !
WOMAN AND MAN LIVE VERSA
the man and the woman
light up flames because
it's supposed to be like this...
The heart is for giving,
the smile is to warm up,,,!
UNDERSTANDING
when soul to soul
understand each other,
the bodies simply
merge naturally...
U N I O N
we are united united
so...
affirmatively
yes... it's love,
it's mission lesson then,
simple fate, destiny...
WISE
Only
wise knows
over the
not knowing...
TIME
Time is
flawless
clock
doesn't delay
does not advance
doesn't break...
JUSTICE
dodge,
slippery,
follows
justice just
sneaking around
from justice...
GOING UP
sans daring
flying... impossible
rise to heights
in life...!
SOUND OF SILENCE
In the room
full of sounds...
only was
heard
something,
when nobody
anything
said...!
TECHNICAL TEXT
Dry Words,
without magic,
without alchemy
utopia sans beauty!
POETIC TEXT
Poetry is less
mechanism ... mostly
heart
and soul ...
POET IN THE CONTEXT
Solitaire
bas fond,
poet, poetry
as whisky on the rocks ...
POETIC TREATMENT
To smile with joy,
it's same as cream
anti-melancholy ...
POETIC FLIGHT
Love today,
love a lot now,
don't leave love
take flight ... it
can fly a long way ...!
The moon is a silver blade, tearing the veil of night into strips of light,
Clouds shatter like the stained glass of a celestial temple, scattering sparks,
I step through the forest of fire trees, their flames dancing,
Shadows move like spirits whispering incantations to the invisible wind.
Beneath my feet, the earth is a sleeping giant, awakening from ancient times,
Its heart beats like the drum of the ages, murmuring forgotten tales,
A labyrinth of flames stretches ahead, walls flowing like the tide,
Paths that seem enchanted, calling me to leave traces of ash on sacred ground.
My breath is stolen by the flames speaking in ancient tongues,
In the center, I find a suspended heart, shining like a mystical crystal,
I reach out and the question floats, "Are you sure you want to know the truth?"
Metaphors open like a lotus flower, mysteries waiting to be uncovered.
Like a blank canvas calling to me with a siren's voice, an echo from eternity,
An ancestral song reborn from the depths of my soul,
Carrying me toward answers that dance in the shadow of the moon,
On paths of fire, to the heart that beats beyond time and space, into infinity.
When I drive down my road
and I look in my mirrors
they shake
interesting
my music must be too loud
so I turn it down
I can see the pebbles in the snow
kicked up by the last teenager to race down this lane
the little black dots make the road look like a Shell Silverstein sketch
how funny
it's been forever since I read his poems
I loved them
I wonder if I still have that book...
no matter
I'll get home soon
that car still rattling as I go
that's probably why I had my music so loud
it was silly though
still is
I love to feel the vibrations in my seat
I doubt my parents would like this song
I'm not even sure if I do myself
How silly yet again
I think of myself as so grounded
yet I cant even tell what I'm thinking
or what I like and enjoy
As conscious as I am
as deep as I look
within myself
I still cant put a finger on it
there's something I cant read
or is there
maybe I'm just trying to read the scribbles
the scratches I interpreted as another language
maybe I'm looking too deep
maybe I should look at the road.
MY VITILIGO, MY STRIPS
In the mirror, I see a canvas unique,
Where patches of light tell a tale mystique.
My skin, like a tiger's, striped and bold,
Each mark a story waiting to be told.4
Vitiligo, a work of art on my frame,
A beautiful mosaic, not a flaw to blame.
Embracing the tiger within my soul,
In every pigment, I find a role.8
My vitiligo, where patches like puzzle pieces,
Makes me one of God's rarest & unique species.
My vitiligo, strokes of imperfection rare,
Yet each one a masterpiece beyond compare.¹²
Lines and swirls, a unique work of art,
Etched by nature, stitched on me from the start,
Imperfect perfection, a beautiful sight,
Vitiligo whispers, "Embrace the light."¹6
My stripes, my spots, all part of me,
A symbol of strength and identity.
Like a tiger prowling through the night,
I wear my patterns with pride, shining bright.²°
So I roam through life's wild, untamed lands,
Confident in my skin, where courage stands.
My vitiligo and my tiger, hand in hand,
A masterpiece of uniqueness, forever grand.²4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Image by: Verna GoodVibes
Copyright ©?13th April 2024.
Shadowy strips of pretty sunlight clear
Makes me feel almost well loved today
Brought forth rather sweetly, holding me dear
Proves my ancestral loved ones are near