Best Surefire Poems
Pursuing fantasies of youth,
love becomes an impassioned goal.
And fledgling feelings flying free,
influence both the heart and soul.
Plagued by uncertainty and hope,
fantasies carry little clout.
And though you yearn for happiness,
you have not yet figured love out.
Playing Russian roulette with fate,
you give life's cylinder a spin.
But taking risks with your feelings,
doesn't guarantee a surefire win.
It's okay to want more than dreams,
life wasn't meant to be slept away.
But do not mistake lust for love,
no matter what your heart may say.
Forget the past; no one's perfect;
sometimes, fragile dreams break apart.
And as you gather the pieces,
time starts to mend your broken heart.
brown eyes that sparkle in the sun
inspires me to take turns i thought
i would never take
i thought surely that there must have
been some kind of mix-up in God's Master
Plan
however i never questioned or challenged
his logic, meaning, or purpose
instead i just go with it and let the unsung
art of presented discovery overtake the
homebody philosophy which was my norm
when i just let go my eyes became saucers
of surefire delight
there were times when i had to pinch myself
and wear green for personal reassurance
now i live life happily with my head in clearer
clouds
instead of searching for a temporary escape, i
now search for the second, third, fourth, fifth
take and beyond.....
Tendrils of gold fall over my eyes masking a timid soul.
Alabaster lies beneath woven strands; ev'ry emotion takes its toll.
Pensive am I in all my actions, compassion steers a grateful heart.
Even though I slip into doleful days, each morn I wake to a happy start.
Surefire strength comes from my faith; through God, I overcome.
Together, from joy, sorrow, peace and strife, my love becomes the sum.
Reaching for a promising tomorrow, I build my haven with family.
Yearning to nurture love and life, more enlightened, I hope to be.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, July, 31, 2012
for TAPESTRY Poetry Contest
I'm no legal expert, I'm the first to say
Nor do I live in Israel, though I'm a citizen anyway
But it's hard to watch a proposal tear my country apart
So I'll write a few lines here, straight from my gut and my heart
What if Congress could overrule the US Supreme Court's every decision
It seems a surefire path toward unprecedented division
Imagine Roe vs. Wade subject to Congressional wrangling and supervision
The resultant laws, a recipe for chaos, scorn and derision *
So, that parallels what's been proposed in Israel's judicial revisions **
~ likened to an axe making the finest of incisions
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*With every change of power in Congress, (almost every election these
days), Roe vs. Wade would be revisited and redecided. Heaven help us!
**By a majority vote of Israel's Parliament (Knesset), Israeli Supreme
Court rulings could and would be overturned. (And with each shift in
the ruling majority's composition, a fresh round of overturning could
and would begin).
The more you do a thing, you’ll find,
The better that it gets.
By slacking off, it’s obvious
That you will have regrets.
Developing a skill or else
Rehearsing for a show,
It’s repetition that you need
To blossom and to grow.
Commitment and determination
Are the surefire keys
To open up potential,
Though to varying degrees.
For only those who give their all
Will bask in their success,
While slackers’ outcomes will belie
The efforts they profess.
When amidst broken equals, we approved,
Ere a freed grain of nomadic sand slipped,
Melancholic surrendered, whole reproved,
Monitor the saved life single and stripped.
Two separate paths once joined normally,
One courses happiness, opposite naught,
Depraved, unprincipled, lived lukewarmly,
Blossomed languishes, internally fraught.
Provocative commencement surefire fade,
Arrangements, invites, sent cancellations,
Heartbreaking embattles a soul betrayed,
Evoke mother's "time out", do causations.
Solely talks like being ere his gravestone,
Passersby ask he says, "Gauging my own."
So Glad We Can Finally Meet, Carolyn Devonshire
By Rick Rucker
Entry in the "First Words Over Coffee" contest
I am glad that we can finally meet,
I love your poetry, and your comments, sweet,
You seem a woman that loves hard,
Not surprising from so talented a bard,
You seem to wear your Heart on your sleeve,
A surefire formula to grieve,
You seem so open, with no regret,
A way that I would like to get,
You were a source of fascination,
Meeting you, a revelation!
A killer roams these streets at night
all for pleasure, out of sight.
Prowling neath' a pallid moon,
the midnight hour approaches soon.
A surefire glance secures her prey,
she readies stance if she may
pace stealthily in quiet advance
and maul her catch with graceful prance.
She discards her victims at my back door
and slinks to shadow to kill some more.
Two stiff brown mice a careless bat
a curled up shrew and eyeless rat.
For my freindship with an alleycat.
These weeds seem to multiply in a plethora.
They have long tap roots that must reach to China.
I try my best to pull them out with each attack.
Unfortunately, they always manage to grow back.
Those yellow blossoms pop up all over the lawn.
Oh how I would really like to see them gone.
The airborne seeds just permeate all over.
They are a bigger nuisance than crabgrass or clover.
Yes, those botanical pests are a pain in the ass.
They make their presence and crowd out the grass.
Does anybody have a surefire remedy?
If so, then tell me about it immediately!
slowly she presents
i just let her do what she feels
it is no rush
everything is unexpected
egos are not syrup drenched
narcissism does not exist as a definition
space is the comfort zone that we create here
she is the queen of surefire subtlety , and i am the king of pure patience
slow and thorough is the new fast and furious
she is my dream, and i am her platform
with a cool appliance, she works her carefully constructed art
i just smile bashfully and appreciate her simply wanting to do so
it is in this moment when i think of all we men can sometimes take for granted because of masculine arrogance and uncontrolled selfishness
it is then that i realize that once again this good woman is teaching me yet another lesson
i then become a model student....while at the same time some other man is bleeping it up for the rest of us....again....
She's aware he's awfully chivalrous for carrying such casual intent
While there's subconscious recognition he's a blend of canny ways
Mixed with filthy desire
Leaving her plenty of room for discontent
His finicky facade that this helpless girl can't help but admire
While to herself she's being a liar
As if she could deny this mans selfish pursuance
Her misinterpretations are inevitable
A genitive surefire
He'll maintain his obvious avoidance for exclusivity
She'll claim to have been perpetually blinded by his witty ways
As she induced her own misfire
Those eyes of his will misconstrue
Betting on the fact she'll negate her own savvy finesse
That self proclaimed ability to see through
Inevitably he'll be praised and built up as a statue
Like his soul
He'll be mended of stone
While in the interim
She'll be gazing pitifully
Into shades of blue
you are my superstar by far
simplicity shines solace in the midst of your presence
if i had a spotlight to make true beauty stand out, then you would surely be it
i once had a stairstep life that creaked and cracked
then you came along and unexpectedly repaired all that
now my life is a one story standout totally remodeled
i once had some artwork that was smeared and smudged
then you came along with the clarity of newly bright colors
now my outlook is more modern and less abstract
you are my superstar by far
a gentle peace beautifies the skies of my days like a rainbow
if i had a pot of gold to bless natural beauty with prosperity, then by golly you would be a surefire fit
something in the air called loneliness
makes me do things that are disguised
as outlets
my heart does the thinking for my brain
and the brain does the beating for my
heart
thinking that it is all a recipe for renovation
is actually a blueprint for surefire disaster
i laugh at my own jokes as i lie to myself
knowing that something is wrong and that
the pain is obviously there
something starts to fall as i imagine a hand
that i so long to hold and the beauty that i
so yearn to see
puzzles in my mind cannot be put together
in any type of strategic way and board games
in my heart can never be won in any type of
masterful fashion
knowing this, i just go on with my head held high
trying to mask the raging sorrow that i feel for
myself
repetition is like a pill you intentionally take after the
expiration date's expiration
seduction is like a laxative that starts working in the heart
of a long-awaited exploration
i wish i could christen myself at my own rededication, but a
voice ever so unhealthy for me continuously asserts its
persistence to give me medication
unfocused with no hint of even a smidgen of a goal, i kindly
follow blindly....
So much to say that the words just evade me
So many thoughts that can lift or degrade me.
All of this trauma is the creator that made me
I'm fighting harder and harder every day.
I find myself getting lost on my path to my truth
I try to look forward though I grieve my own youth
They say looking back is not the way to self soothe
But my comfort is the result of my way.
Sometimes I divert, just for a little break
From this path full of obstacles that lies in my wake
Just sit in the darkness and forget what's at stake
Being alone is what revives and restores me
I never expected what I was expected to expect
My tendency is naturally to rebel or reject
It's not right or wrong or even mild disrespect
The truth is the truth whether known or unknown
I am what I am. It is what it is.
There is so much to know to even understand this.
Acceptance is one surefire way to find bliss
But I have to figure it out on my own
I am what I am. You are what you are.
But if we look up we see all the same stars.
Each one unique to itself and galaxy
Painting one sky for all of us to see
this box in a bushy pathway
represents the direction of my
life and the end of my world as
i watch the grass grow and the
trees sway only to find myself
even more lost that i ever was
originally
in every daydream i am in a time
machine rubbing a magic lamp
anticipating the surefire wishes
that i know in my heart will, without
doubt, come true
that stump with the bird manure
collection aids in my relaxation as
i write poems in my mind that will
not see the light of day neither on
computer nor on paper
intentionally ignoring ideal ideas
idiotically, i become blind to the
potential of the art's buried treasures
and hidden discoveries
i know somebody will unknowingly beat me
to the punch today and spike it with the
exclamation of his or her celebration
i guess i am a lazy loser full of awfully absurd
glorification
i will never show my face again due to the great
damage of my self demoralization