Best Take The Bait Poems
She walks in silence, like a lapping wave
drowned in chastity and flooded with rave
holding dear and tight her very beauties
denying all her gems and rubies.
Her powers disabled under the spell
the flame in wouldn’t break out of its shell.
Tempted to trace a humming call of fate
allured but reluctant to take the bait.
The strings of her heart lost their pitch and tone
the clutches of mind hurting to the bone.
Untraceable are the paths to no end
unable to soul unself and ascend.
She walks in silence, like a gliding breeze
fervent rising prayers brought her to her knees
seeking the blessings of grace, peace and love
if only her pain she could rise above.
Nameless beauty would dissolve in her womb
Her wounds.. sins she would carry to her tomb.
Inspired by “She Walks In Beauty” Lord Byron (George Gordon)
MY FATHER'S GENTLE HANDS
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I remember my father’s hands as a plumber’s hands—fiercely strong, calloused, rough, knuckle-battered, and dirty after a long-day’s work. Those hands shoveled; unclogged drains and toilets; repaired leaks; and installed pipes, commodes, and bathtubs. Those hands provided.
I remember my father’s hands as a fisherman’s hands—perfectly patient, tenacious, self-confident, and unwavering as he held his fishing line and lure stabile, waiting for a fish to take the bait. “Keep your hands steady. Stay focused,” he prompted me when I asked him to teach me how to fish from his flat-bottom boat. Those hands fished longer than they ‘plumbed,’ rarely missing an opportunity to commune with nature, seldom losing a fish. Those hands fed.
I remember my father’s hands as a treasure hunter’s hands—firm, certain, and capable, listening intently to his metal detector’s tones learning to discriminate the sound a good coin makes compared to the choppy, broken sound a junk target makes. Those hands searched, discriminated, and found soulful answers to life’s complex questions and dilemmas.
I remember my father’s hands as gentle healing hands—kind and comforting as he wiped away the tears that sometimes streamed down my face. Without saying a word, those hands loved, consoled, and encouraged—always righting my world.
I remember my father’s hands—full of strength and hope as he took my trembling hands in his. Those hands gave me courage—the courage to reach up in search of everything impossible, leaving me with the unbridled sense that to do anything less was the greatest impossibility of all. Even now whenever I need courage, I can feel his hand around mine helping me to feel invincible once again.
In my mind’s eye, I often see my father’s hands—every line and every wrinkle. They told a story about the kind of man he was. I’ll remember my father’s hands for the remainder of my life. I’m grateful for him, for his enduring spirit and presence, which continues to grace my life despite his passing some years ago.
Dad's hands tell a tale
they did countless loving things
they touched and guided
they shaped and molded
they encouraged me to reach
they held the stars in place
they held rising sun
they sought deep understanding
they chased lonely moon
I’m so confused, what do they want?
Those judges seem to goad and taunt
One week they ask for something new
Then criticize when you try to!
To my dawg, Randy, I’ll throw a bone
For Paula, I’ll make it my own
For Kara, I’ll be RIDIC-U-LOUS
And, for Simon, I'm meticulous
What will I do this summer, now?
I'll miss my Idol nights, and how!
I wonder if Kara'll be back
Or if Simon will cut some slack
To the darker side this show appeals
But I love my Randy J. for REALS
And Paula just can't help but be
Her gushing self, oh my oh, me!
Till next winter, I'll have to wait
And with each teaser I'll take the bait
And sit, transfixed before the set
For the greatest Idol season yet!
Nice and slow, I feel you coming on
Persistent, messy, though fragile
You are over me, under me, beyond me
Crushing my lingering patience,
So that it no longer lingers,
But putrefies
And all the while, I feel you coming on
Over me, under me, beyond me
You know you have planned this muddle
Organized, and poised, I did not take the bait
I became the bait
And you bit…by bliss you did bite
I was so afraid that your teeth were going to shatter…
Because I had been made by laboring stonemasons
Who were trained to reduce the most radiant of rock into devil
I was so hard-pressed in the ugliness
Though in that moment, you sank in, and deeply….
Over me, under me, and beyond me
You came onto me
And all the devil slammed into my being dissipated
Now I can barely stand without you…….
The magnetism of our union continues to intensify
For even patience has her prowl
And her rot is built on our magnum opuses
Syrupy smoke leaks from her corner lair
Ruby red lips lick your name in the air
Short skirts lead any man’s mind straight to sex
Probably any man’s instant reflex
a Black short dress covers something in red
Back widow spiders share this fateful dread
Long nails mark her toxic territory
Enter her den and your end is gory
Her scarlet smile painted in most excess,
Beware this code for your later distress
Webs of streaming lies entangle your fate
Caution your minds state; never take the bait
A smarter man would have played simply dead
Heed code red, you may already be wed!
4. Quantum Superposition
. A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured
Are humans waves or particles?
Even an entire human being, under the right conditions, can act like a quantum wave. If we can define it, we can quantify just how “wave-like” a particle or set of particles is.
I count the magnificent moons
in my stills as I await the phantom voyeur
with stone blue eyes and a fated look, which sets upon me
The one who stirs my soul, measuring me up in coiled silvery spoons
What obsessive observations you must have
not to turn away those piercing eyes
My world stops, my feelings set on and off
Unseen I meander in other spaces
Your eyes are the “switch” without that which
forbids my existence, hence looped are my stills in many places
From the center of life’s probabilities
Spaciously lit across the universe, with bits of me in tow
Collapsed in your arms, we’ve launched our rainbow
Revealing our humanity in the flesh,
in language of mathematician’s music
Riding the unscrupulous waves of light
roaming across all existence,
reverberating ruthless through you, displacing us
Composing are the alchemists and their peers ~
Splitting into a myriad of mirrors
I bare myself to a random reality,
Totality’s filigree, tangling dangling
When you’re not here,
when you’re lost in thought
As the haze spins up and down around me
my world is unseen and the scale’s unbalanced
Showcasing that I’m equally dead as I am alive
Resuscitate me not—please, it’s here that
monotonous music is unheard in this uncertain trapeze
Until eyes of azure translucence are upon,
I cease to exist in fervor, in your zeal
Alive and very real to boot!
I’m gauged like the intrinsic brightness that shines off a star
Until then, am I just a figment of deepest intensity?
By far, humbled to be, take the bait and consummate my reality
Be the glance exigency
Impenetrable eyes of bluest skies I’ve lost sight of you
As a still, until we meet again
The flame ignites and burns
and for life the breath yearns
All the words cease to leak
what would deflate the mystique
The soul would seek sight
powers remain finite
Life would ever teach
the core of truths to reach
The path to take fits a choice
though against an inner voice
Mind and heart deeply descend
from ashes of pain wisely ascend
So much in Life we learn
the merit built we earn
Let the soul shine in beauty
as a bright crystal ruby
An admired butterfly
on wings of Hope would fly
Faith the root of content
leave no room for lament
Blessings take not for granted
gratitude for what is handed
Faith would quieten the pain
dwelling on what gone is vain
If caught by the light of flame
Would you be the one to blame
Or just the call of fate
Led you to take the bait
In Life do raise your word
and keep the flame in your world
Think not of any end
In now have a carving hand
May 3rd, 2022
With my white pumpkin I’m going to bake
A pumpkin pie and say it’s cheesecake
It’s “vanilla bean”
Since it’s white like cheese -
If only they’ll take the bait plate!
Unsuspecting the pumpkin inside -
I tap tap my foot, just take a bite!
With “cake” in their mouths
Their taste buds abound!
Eyebrows rising in shocked surprise!
11/8/11
Received 4th place in "What No Orange Pumpkin" contest
The time is now, the season nigh,
To lift our arms and voice up high
To kneel and bow down low
In reverent fear to work and sow
The time is now, the time is here
To open eyes, to clearly hear
Our Father’s heart, our Lord declares
Exposing lies and hidden snares
The time is now and mountains wait
To find the way or take the bait
To find the Lord or seek the snake
To drink the Water for thirst to slake
For faith is now and Love is here
That pulls His sons so close and near
To hug and kiss their dirty brow
To bring the wine and kills the cow
blazing hot like cayenne pepper,
especially in adolescent years,
malleable youths
bend and capitulate
to peer pressure;
grown folks take the bait, too.
it could be a simple
"try this like the rest of us cool kids!"
or just an effortless nudge of
"you're missing out!"
to descend
an impressionable youngster
down
down
down
the rabbit hole
of insidious seduction.
the benefits of peer pressure are there,
though few and far between.
It's challenging for a lone hold-out
to resist the temptation
of wading in deep into
the muddy waters of coercion
when all his "cool kids" buddies
have crossed over
to the dark side.
no matter your relationship
with anyone forcing you to try
or do anything that goes against
your belief system,
your moral code, say no
if you feel even a tad uncomfortable!
refuse to go down
the primrose path of uncertainty.
don't allow yourself to be
handcuffed, or guilt-tripped
into walking down the road to regret.
It's best to abandon ship,
or better yet, don't board
if any proposition feels false.
Date written: 11/20/2022
I've tried to tell you you’ve got bad halitosis
When you open your mouth folk can’t fail to notice!
The stench of your putrid dog breath I simply abhor
Just use a toothbrush before you head out the door!
I’ve dropped subtle hints but you don’t take the bait
I even left you mouthwash when you had a blind date!
Last Christmas I gave you some soap on a rope
It’s still in its box; so I’ve just given up hope!
If you use a deodorant perhaps you’d then get hired
Your personal hygiene leaves so much to be desired!
The impression you give is that you’re a total slob
It’s no wonder that employer’s won’t give you a job!
You claim that you’re happy with the ‘caveman look’
As your landlady I’m telling you to go sling your hook!
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‘*sling your hook’ means leave or go away
I wish I had the guts to say what I really felt Contest
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8/10/18
I have found the light and happy I am
Its the Lamb I trust
It must be all the forgotten lust
I have to take to the heavens
Been writing poetry since I was eleven
Been working on selflessness and being pure
Worried about the future as we his Exodus
This is my life it has no price
I am on the road see through God anything is possible
No relapse to the old me, But I have to admit
Its hard watching everyone else fall to hell's bells
while I am in the book of Life because I've already been scared straight
I wont take the bait
To hate its like being locked in a crate
God always gives me a clean slate
Not to be irate but I am always up late awake
saying a prayer for my little brother
Cracking the safe code to his little heart
All of us are screaming glory to the universe
While the devils rain cloud trembles with sweat
I wont let him get to me God says I am free
Just call me a solder of the cross
Gods the boss and he says I can do this.
December 10, 2019
When we go to see all the beasts
we know that it is great.
Being right near the local zoo
you're sure to take the bait.
Animals in many sizes
in colors, shades, and hues.
But did you know they will listen
when people sing the blues?
How do I know about this fact
about the cutest beasts?
Because I spend most all my time,
my zoo card is well greased.
I will stay for hours at a time
and never want to leave.
I talk to them and they know what
I'm saying, I believe.
I have a special bond with them
for this I know is true
because animals look my way,
when leaving makes them blue.
So I will try and come each day
to treat them to my mind.
The peace and pure tranquility
help me too, I do find.
FISHERMAN'S TROUT.
Our Pete's gone fishing he'll catch something no doubt.
Why only last week he caught us four trout.
He goes out early morning and back home quite late.
He always returns when fish take the bait.
And his baskets a few with three or four trout
then invites his friends over for a fish supper, no doubt.
Our Pete says fishing helps him relax
sometimes he takes our Labrador Max.
Our Pete loves his fishing of that there's no doubt
but we wish he'd catch something other than trout.
Pay attention and listen to the words that i mention, no need for fishing for fiction
for my vision's on a mission. To keep my goals in sight without getting uptight, i'm a
man i take a stand for what i feel is right. I never hang with a crowd or try to get real
loud, or walk around with a frown with my head in a cloud. Although i do have
dreams i'm courageous and strong, i believe in myself as my life goes on. I can not
and will not ever decline, my bests foots forward and i'm going for mine. See my life is
like a highway i gotta keep straight, if i change my lane i might meet my fate. It's an
open road highway i'm in my lane, i'm too far gone with alot to gain. I'm gonna sing
a song and dance my whole life long, i'll pay a price in my life for everything i do
wrong. If i beat cheat steal kill or lie, i'll have noone else to blame except me myself and
i. When i look in the mirror my reflection i see, if i take the wrong path the wrong
direction i'll be. I wanna go through heaven's gate don't wanna be late, i'm gonna look for
satans hook i'm not gonna take the bait.