Best Supplement Poems
~Woody Wood From the Hood~
Deep, inside yourself, you walk a sour way of life,
Carving my name, on every tree with a hunting knife
You log in, then log out
A Birdman So Fickle, he Stinks of doubt!
Blind today, bald tomorrow,
Big Bird, will be your only friend
I can't seem to forget the day, you shed your final skin
Revealing a darker snake, than the one in my garden
Leaving the word betrayal, up to the imagination
Trust not the fool, who thinks his halo is heaven sent
Using a fake ballpoint pen dietary supplement
Thinning out his wings, and losing the symbolic meaning
Aging in a way, that spreads crows feet from top to bottom
Sapsucker revolving yellow as if it was always autumn
Pecking Hard Wood, MR Pecker of all woodpeckers
Forgetting who's the real Home-wrecker
Your dragging pants are no bother, Mr Woodpecker!
I've gotten used to the tree talking and your creative vision
Let's just say, "Gangster to Gangster, I gave you a mission."
Keep rapping and tapping the same old street sign,
Woodstock, on demand, crap out the peanut punch
Whatever suits you for breakfast and lunch
Don't forget dinner's also about me
Go ahead!
Peck away with deception, reveal your sullen evil feathers
A disease urine Birdman, doing it snoopy style
A flightless, lightless liar, nothing about him's worthwhile
Keep manipulating the weak, whatever turns you on
I'm not ready to shoot you down with my shotgun
~SKAT~
Categories:
supplement, abuse, animal, bird, character,
Form:
Alliteration
Since childhood,
as alexithymia struck my soul.
I kept all my hopes a secret,
hidden in a bucket of unshared dreams.
I kept my soul sweet like marshmallows,
but life has finally caught up with me,
Like a fast car overtaking recklessly,
leaving me behind in the slow lane -
and I'm running out of fuel.
I'm a vehicle of flashbacks from flashlights,
fatigued from embracing the old,
preparing for freshly brewed emotions.
Yet they deprive me at every dawn,
as new beginnings are always challenging.
Suffocating in this silent selcouth slumber,
life tries to call my bluff, when it knows,
I am the master of my masquerade.
My soul pleads with fate to usher me with belief,
but I can see death at my doorstep,
creating intrusive insecurities like termites,
eating away at branches of my sanity,
feeding upon my ordained Orphic glory.
Emotions are an interior mechanism,
so many remain fooled by my exterior,
but I'm tired of searching for salvation.
You who claim to love me,
gift me a scented candle made with your hands,
so its sentimental scent can bring me peace.
Take me to a place without a name,
without a label,
without judgment -
without suffering.
Unchain me from jeapordising January jitters.
Free me from meandering in misty meadows,
which have misplaced me in foggy morning sunshine -
bring me clarity.
These are not random thoughts, random poems,
because my ink is tired from trying to find new metaphors,
to supplement an abundance of alliterations,
portraying humble happy horizons.
Love can be a false emotion,
when we yearn for reciprocal ravishing redamancy,
but when was love ever equal or even fair?
I have no resolutions, just to breathe with ease.
Sometimes love's presence made me feel aesthetic,
but sometimes a badly drawn self portrait.
You can stay or leave, but do come back,
hold on, but not too tight that it chains my wings.
When I ascend, please, miss me,
so my spirit flies back to you.
Can you not see the irony?
We accumulate many reasons to die,
but search for only one reason to live.
Ask yourself which oxymoron are you?
Dying to live or living to die?
*Alexithymia
A person's inability to recognise or describe ones own emotions
* Redamancy
a love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you; the act of loving in return
Categories:
supplement, analogy, emotions, life, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
December 22 Scripture Meditations Based on Revelation 6
Key Verses – Revelation 6:1-2 And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see. And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CONQUERING ME
Thank You for Your conquering me and my degradation
Against hell’s terrible destruction
Fully rescuing me from sinfulness-degeneration
By Your compassionate heavenly direction.
Thank You for Your conquering me and my infirmity
Against carnality’s lustful iniquity
Fully pulling me from transgression-impurity
By Your dignified honourable integrity.
Thank You for Your conquering me and my filthiness
Against worldliness’ fearful perilousness
Fully driving me from corruption-fruitlessness
By Your constant gracious faithfulness.
Thank You for Your conquering me and my arrogance
Against pride’s selfish allegiance
Fully covering me from deception-appearance
By Your divine fatherly assistance.
Thank You for Your conquering me and my sentiment
Against discontentment’s foolish supplement
Fully correcting me from doubtfulness-statement
By Your wise eternal settlement.
Thank You for Your conquering me and my preference
Against changes’ erratic persistence
Fully upholding me from compromise-prevalence
By Your supreme sovereign permanence.
Thank You for Your conquering me and my fright
Against backsliding’s agonizing blight
Fully guarding me from quitting’s flight
By Your loving Word’s might.
December 22, 2022
Categories:
supplement, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
With your love, you
love me, with your
strength, you Lord,
Strengthen me
By your living word I am
Given wisdom, faith, and
Knowledge with which to
Guide my ways
I have need of your love
Every moment where sin
Has a chance to enter,
Where worldly lust has
A chance to rise
I need your living word to
Guide my feet, for your word,
Is surely an illuminating
light for my path
For alone, I will fall alone,
I will stumble alone, and
My life would be given into
Worldly sin
Without you, my mind might
seek To do the evil which
might breed in a lustful heart
I cannot stand alone without
Your power, your grace, your
Love, and wisdom to guide me
My bones would become brittle
As a result of sin, and my body
Would become sickly falling prey
To worldly decay
My youthfulness might disappear
Enabling sin to have its way
with me, if you are not near me
I shall age before those who
Are older in years, for I will
Become old and disabled, my eyes
Blind and my hands feeble
I will be lost in the worlds
Darkness, and madness of sin,
If you, my Lord are, not my rock,
my sure foundation…
For only through you can one
Gain eternal life, an eternal
Gift Which shall endure forever
Only in you is paradise found
For your love is the one true
love which inhabits heavens
paradise forever within itself
I have such a great need for you
To be my God, my Lord and my
Master, to supplement me all of
My days spiritually
I beg for the crumbs from your
Table of life, so that my spirit
May have Its hunger filled…
That I may always be a part of you
My master, as you are inside of me
Filling me with your lasting love
So that you will never say to me
Again, If you love me, you will
Do all my commands…
And I will reply gratefully to you
Lord, “I will do as you command and
even more.”
So that when my restoration is made
Complete, you will seat me in the
Presence of my brothers and sisters…
Where together we will praise you, Lord,
Morning, noon, and evening with Joyful
Psalms of praise.
(Written, October 1976)
Categories:
supplement, appreciation, blessing, devotion, jesus,
Form:
Free verse
It looked like a bleached tongue
pulled from a mouth,
petrified and incapable
now of letting a word slide over
its calcified silence.
I picked it out of the wet sand
and held it in my hand.
It had little weight, smooth
on one side and pitted
on the other. A cuttlefish bone.
It was a marvel of engineering.
My fingers followed its shape,
took in its texture, the pleasurable
feel of its form. I lifted it to my nose
and smelt its salty, faintly fishy
odor, sea washed to a clean
unsullied smell. It had undergone
a change into something
beyond life, into an artifact of time.
I kept it cradled in my hands,
held it like a sacred relic.
I have seen them too
shrink wrapped in plastic bags
on the end of supermarket shelves,
a calcium supplement for birds
to be hung on a hook
inside of a cage.
They were selling for $2.50
or thereabouts.
Categories:
supplement, life, poetry, sea,
Form:
Free verse
I love my country Zambia
I am committed to move it forward--
In the areas of good governance and national building
I may go out to another country as visitor--
In pursuit of noble goals for advancement of our nation
I will get knowledge and wealth to supplement our national economy--
From being a consumer market to a manufacturing oriented economy
I love my motherland Zambia--
I aim at the promotion and building our peaceful nation
I will die a little for my motherland Zambia
*chipepo lwele
PS;Happy 48 years of independence mother Zambia[24/10/2012]
Categories:
supplement, inspirational, mother, thank you,
Form:
Bio
Your eyes brighten, at the side of your lips
Charming bent
How sweet it is like morning sun and love
Joined for engagement
That curve on your cheeks
Is like roses in full bloom
Colorful rainbow above heaven’s
Sky clouds loomed,
Your beauty makes it perfect
Makes it glow, as I say
No words can express how your smile
Made everything, my day,
Your smile is like a star that speaks
To the crescent moon,
Like a beautiful kiss that deflects
The music, so love the tune
Your smile is a supplement
For more joy and happiness,
Like a perfect supplement angle as angel
Drew that on your face,
When there is love,
When there’s a smile from you
Sorrows of problems turned to good vibes of gladness
Like magical incantations, it spells forward
Straight and hit my senses,
“Smile is a curve that sets everything straight”,
Yes… but yours give me love, affection of faith
Your love makes me smile like jester circuses,
That’s why I want you by my side
With a smile in my heart forever, always
I like your smile my love
You are my smile; your smile is my smile
Categories:
supplement, happiness, happy, love, smile,
Form:
Free verse
Submitted by: Buzz O'Words
Written: 3/3/14
Too much Viagra and beer.
My wife was out of town,
I hit every club around.
Each time I'd hope to find
A horny woman here.
Country Bob's was the last place that was open.
Near blind drunk and horny, I was still hopin'.
A pretty woman gave me a glance,
Smiled and said, "Let's dance.
Honey, I'm ridin' if you're ropin'."
A few hours later, I was in a Helluva mess
She was still ridin' hard and screamin', "God, this is the best!"
I was dizzy and light-headed. I had pains in my chest,
But she wouldn't stop long enough to call EMS.
When I came to, I was home in my own bed,
Next to my lovely wife; and this is what she said:
"I picked you up at Country Bob's, my dear;
And there's gonna be some changes around here.
You were fantastic last night, so, I only think it’s right
If I supplement your diet with Viagra and beer."
Viagra and beer. Viagra and beer.
She treats me like a king,
Says I make her body sing;
So, she makes sure I get my Viagra and beer.
Viagra and beer. Viagra and beer.
Yeah, she makes sure I get my Viagra and beer.
We're like newlyweds.
I need a break sometime.
She can’t keep her hands off me.
Categories:
supplement, body, desire, drink, fantasy,
Form:
Lyric
There is no pill prescribed to heal
This agony and the pain I feel
Please stop the torture, administer the cure
The antidote is in a love that is yours
Cause you’re my daily recommended allowance
I know that my love was beyond all tolerance
But I need you for my development
Cause you’re my required supplement
A dose of your love three times a day
Is what my doctor prescribed me to take
If that don’t do he said take four
If that's not suffice, he said add one more
And don’t you worry if I overdose
Cause I don’t mind the state of comatose
But if you see me start to shake and shiver
Give me your love, you’re my soul’s elixir
Vitamin U, girl you’re my medicine
Vitamin U, open up and let me in
Categories:
supplement, addiction, metaphor, sensual, simile,
Form:
Rhyme
I cant write a better poem for my poet
I cant paint a better portrait for my artist
I cant sing the best song for my rock star
I cant tell the best story about mom
Though,
I can describe a little that I know
Simply the nicest person on the planet
Simply, that's what i know
The strongest of all I have met
She is the lead soloist who thinks she is just backing in a rehearsal
She is the real joy who thinks she is a supplement
She is the real cookie when i need one
So many times I thought
I would never find someone to love me,
The way I needed to be loved...
Then I found mom, just there, always there
There's a story behind everything.
How a picture gets on a wall.
How a scar gets on your face.
Sometimes the stories are simple,
Sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking.
But behind all our stories is always a story
Our mom's story,
Because hers is where ours begin
Dedicated to my mom Cinda Carter a woman who
has walked my heart and left love prints
that nothing can wash away
Categories:
supplement, mom, mother, mothers day,
Form:
The will shall supplement my fitness,
categorize my songs,
and ejaculate a witness!
He shall shuttle our smiles through the day,
complicate our wrongs,
and dish out the bongs,
sing along with songs,
in rooms of grape with walls of shakes,
tomb smoke and tokens-
taken in by notes,
domes inside zones,
landscaping Vogue-
no real reason to pose unless you are gold.
Categories:
supplement, assonance, best friend, black
Form:
Imagism
ered, just like I would be if I ever found myself in Gossip Girl’s contrived version of New York
City’s upper east
side on a (b)lust
ery day and I saw prettily-pressed preppy clothes clinging to the perfect pie
l (skin in Spanish. Duh. Who doesn’t (k)now
that?) of Chuck
Bass, the hottest fictional character ever to grace a fashion-forward, self-destructive-lifestyle-
glamorizing teenage
soap opera. Granted, frost
bite has a better personality than Chuck Bass, but ahh… sigh…he still drives me loca.
There. That digression has kept me from going completely loca
but don’t think my unrequited lust
for Chuck Bass has in any way diminished my unrequited lust for a pseudo-intellectual Frost/
Nixon movie discussion party. Ha! I jest. Of course I mean for a frosted sugar cookie. So
let’s ditch this piece of
pie,
go searching for a sugar cookie, and end this Chuck
Palahniuk-esque multiple personality disorder now.
Don’t worry. This won’t take long. I’ve got an (echo)loca(tion) ability for sugar cookies like
bats have for bugs.
“What about the pie?”
you ask, “We can’t just waste it because of your irrational lust(y) cravings.” I know you’re
right so I strike a
compromise. While you’re lacing up your Chuck
Taylors, I patiently allow the waitress to box up the pie as a possible post-frosted sugar
cookie supplement, even
though if we had abandoned the pie, I’d be bathed in beautiful frosted sugar cookie-ness by
now.
Categories:
supplement, me,
Form:
Sestina
1. Nigeria my mother's land
Old as olumo rock
Always green in vegetation
Rich in culture and traditions
5. Nigeria my mother's land
A nation with diversified ethnic group
A nation of diversified in ethnicity
But infield in unity
9. Full of love and caring
Full of different tribe's and custom's
11. Nigeria my mother's land
As colourful as a rainbow in the dark
Shining like a star in the heavens
Sweet as a honey
15. Field with wisdom and knowledge
A land of great icons in work diligent
Our land of hope by two rivers divided
With lush vegetation by nature provided
19. A nation that feeds on diet of heavens
supplement
An ocean that runs through the test of raging
Storms un torn
Categories:
supplement, africa,
Form:
Free verse
So she smiled at the thought of it,
Bringing a life to the world.
And she sets to the task,
Ready to take the challenge.
Then she heaved a sigh of relief
For alas the race is on.
The race of...
Caring,
Hoping,
Illuminating,
Loving,
Daring.
She's never for once carried away,
By life's numerous events.
She's never for once forgotten,
The day the race began.
I'll make it your golden day,
she had said with a tear.
When she remembers the pains of birth,
She put in all she's got.
And since it was only me,
The day of was carefully planned.
A gong sound to announce the day,
Soft and slow music for entertainment.
Good food and wine as supplement,
Stories and tales as encouragement.
Friends and visitors cheer in excitement,
Then a wish to crown it all.
For this single reason,
The week was usually blessed.
But all this was short lived,
My birthdays are no longer golden,
For the creator has taken the goldmine.
Categories:
supplement, birthday, memory, mother,
Form:
Concrete
there are two many vitamins, out there yah!
Enriching supplements;
Some of them are even good for you and natural;
You need vitamin A E C D and U;
Vitamin
Vitamin
A-for the eyes and human body growth
E- for sight increase mortality
C-is an antioxidant and a fight against scurvy;
D- for the bones and dental health
now what could be left
Now there's a vitamin, a vital man;
I said
there's a vitamin, a vital man;
and we need help
for are spiritual being. . .
Not a supplement, but he's heaven sent;
good for the body
good for the soul
not made from unnatural things;
He's is the purest of all
You and I need
Yes, you and I need
what we need is the vital man
this vital man,, the vital man JESUS
for with Him you'll be blessed
inter/eternally;
I must confess I need more not less;
of His glory;
He's the only one you'll need;
all you need do is just kneel;
repent, be sincere, He'll give you the strength you need;
and we need help
for are spiritual being;
we need pureness and not, just a supplement
we need something/someone heaven sent;
not made from unnatural things
He's the purest of all, all things;
and I need more of Him;
vitamin Jesus
Vital man
vitamin Jesus
Vitamin J for Jesus trust and believe in us cause...
vitamin E He's my all and everything, Lord and savior redeemer of our souls;
Vitamin S No need, no need for anything, anything else no more supplements He keeps me well and I'm blessed;
Vitamin U because He wanted to pled before the Father jour God overall for everything
vitamin S He said all I have to do is received His blessedness;
repent and be sincere and He will be the cure;
He'll forgive your sins
Now there's a vitamin, a vital man;
whose more than just a mere man;
Not a supplement, but heaven sent;
good for the whole, body mind and soul;
You and I need vitamin J E S U S
for with Him you'll be cured and abundantly blessed;
he's the only medicine you need;
To help cure you from sin;
won't you just try Him;
Vital man
Vitamin J E S U S
written by James Edward Lee Sr.(C)2012
Sept 25 2012
from anthology "There's Praise in Song"
Categories:
supplement, analogy, christian, confidence, health,
Form:
Ballad