Best Taker Poems
Spent a little time in a world so right
Thousands of words filled my night
Met a little filly, I would call my own
Casting my fears into the great unknown
I heard her unique beat, saw her dance
We started our own poetic romance
Two hearts, one voice, singing in unison
Sipping the same soup, we dived right in
She's a mover, a shaker.
A real risk taker
A diamond, an ace,
She rocks this place
Wonders never cease, she's the one
Many duets are sure to come
No drama, no games, she's insane
Her rap is better than Lil Wayne
She'll cuss like a sailor, rhyme like Seuss
She'll give you love and take your abuse
I found an angel, she found a friend
This connection is without an end
She's a mover, a shaker.
A real risk taker
A diamond, an ace,
She rocks this place
A hundred voices, a thousand choices
The bowl of soup fills, with all styles and skills.
Two peas in a pod, too alike to be odd
Sharing this with you, our soup is not stew
Casarah Nance
Tim Smith
06/03/2014
falling leaf takes stand
what the hell! both sides showing
humane perspective?
Brian Johnston
November 19. 2015
As Sol arises, greets the morn
the soon test taker wails,
"I'm doomed! If I had only read
The Canterbury Tales!
Or more of Samuel Collerige,
or Wordsworth, Yeats or Shelley,
More Medieval or Old English,
some Eliot or Browning!
Or how to spot a romantic
or how a Victorian,
or who saw Tutors on their shift
in this timeline Aenean?
I know not Byron from Whitman,
or Herrick from John Donne,
or Frost or Pound or Tennyson,
cannot read Piers Plowman.
There's just too much literature,
(I can't believe I spoke
this thought, it's blasphemy I'm sure)
like the Raven I quoth.
And though most know the Raven, I
do too, and that's not bad.
Though I think the extent of my
knowledge's not ironclad.
Though I can say with certainty,
amidst my sad lament,
the technique I used priorly
is known as enjambment.
And I know too that rhyme royal
is seven verses long,
where octavia rima's whole
is eight - one more verse strong.
And I've read Paradise Lost and
many Shakespeare works,
and much more Poe than The Raven,
and know Dickinson's quirks.
And I know Marvell and Camus
Gogol, Dostoyesky;
perhaps my portents were untrue,
my knowledge not so petty.
Perhaps I'm ready for this test,
though not well-versed as some.
Like caesuras, I'll take a rest
and stop acting so glum.
From a review book, I'll apply
this truth which first appalled:
If you know all this well, then why
attend grad school at all?"
Pain Taker
It pays to dance through the moments
That bend and break our souls,
To give our souls to freedom
And to let our pain go.
It is healing to cry through your pain
To unleash its holding beast
The salty tears, are rivers of freedom
That flood the broken face.
It pays to break the silence
And scream aloud the pain.
The crying and the dancing, the screaming and the fears.
Unleash your ugly feeling and free the hostile smears!
When life paralyzes and freezes you on pause
The very energy that you would rather deny
Waits on the shelf like a healing balm
That you refuse to apply.
It pays to go the medical doctor
Because medical help you might likely need.
But don’t forget your Maker
Holds the feeling better deed.
Some shout no to corporate welfare
And spit on those who say otherwise.
Tax loopholes seem unfair,
To those who minimize
Their day-to-day and scrutinize
The monthly budget.
The craftsmen yowl this advice,
Be a Maker, Not a Taker.
An artisan lists out what's true and fair;
A list of various jobs and supplies.
To complete his family's share
Of fruited endeavors reprise.
The labor like clockwork unifies
The sons and daughters sextet.
The craftsmen sing a fanfare to canonize,
Be a Maker, Not a Taker.
The effort rolls on in splendor
Fulfilling and occupying their lives.
Each embraces the craft and takes care
To improve with each enterprise.
They learn new ways to devise,
A trio rhythm to the minuet.
Until their breath greets sunset,
Be a Maker, Not a Taker.
Years hence others apprise
The fruits of their labors sweat.
Finished works inspire others to reprise,
Be a Maker, Not a Taker.
Unwelcome... (Users)
Do this little favor for me,
and I will love you all my days.
Do as I ask, and I promise life
will be complete,
especially so,
if you smell my feet.
It does not matter if this request causes...
pain, suffering and or...
hurt of any kind.
It does not matter if it galls,
wounds or damages...
anyone on a dime.
The world is about me,
me, me, me...
you see.
You do understand, right?
You do comprehend...
my friend,
my relative,
or even stranger
as there is no danger
as I... I am.
Again, I say...
me, me, me.
As that is exactly
what sets me
free.
I want from you things that you have.
I want from you the things that you hold dear.
Worry not, I simply want to use them all...
as I use you, every time I call.
I am welcome in your life,
as you give me all the keys...
and never hold me accountable
for the freeze... (The cold shoulder I return.)
That is not a compliment,
it is however, exactly what I expect,
and will get from you...
too, Coo, coo ka-do.
Everything...
That is what you long to give,
so I will take it all,
and let you take another fall.
I will make "it"
beautiful in my own mind, in kind...
as I am fine... all the time.
Even if I am truly a fake...
and never, never care about
any wake. (Does not care if the giver is dead.)
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Written for the users in my life...
and we all have them.
It appears that Billy, the Kid had some fun with a census taker
during that period when the Kid was a cattle rustler.
On the application where it states what one does for a living
the Kid jotted down "cattle managing."
Alarm clock, the scream begins the day.
Hurriedly I rush to shower and dress.
The car where I speed to fight my way.
The cell phone already crying in distress.
Elevator with the company’s display.
Email cluttered with today’s spamming mess.
Time saving, what they called them long ago.
Time taking is the only thing I know.
With an oar and a long boat
Down river goes the deal maker,
Ferrying another soul afloat
... For I am their taker ...
Black cloak 'round my shoulder
Two coins in my bony hand,
I bring the younger or older
Off to a more distant land
Paddling waters, still and gray
Done a million times or more,
Candle and lantern to light my way
Back and forth to each shore
My fee is due on your funeral day
Not long after a warm body dies,
So your spirit will not have to pay
May someone lay them on your eyes
'Tis no easy, nor grim task ...
For two thin coins of solid gold,
Death wears no ghoulish mask
Draped in peaceful shrouds of olde
Entrust unto me, the so-called reaper
Sent on down here by your maker,
Fear not me ... a gate keeper
This olde ferryman ... the taker.
He snatched me, cuddled me,
A straying lamb in the wild.
I peeked into his eyes; a flame danced.
I cupped my mouth, mumbled:
In love with me!
He pressed me to his heart;
Kissed my boney cheek.
I stink, don't I? My lips trembled.
He whispered: To clean you up,
My love; that's why I came.
My love ... Me! I began to shiver.
His face gleamed, You're mine.
I, a hostage! My eyes bulged.
I wriggled, tried to get off him;
His arms tightened, nestling me.
I wanted to cry, my voice vanished.
Giant eagle clutching a prey, he lifted.
We soared, I dizzied, the wild receding.
Still dazed, I clung, clenched my eyes
Till we punched through the clouds.
I peeped, looked around; dark cloud below,
The blue above. I squinted at him. You, saved me!
He smiled: I've searched for you!
Warm tears crawled down my cheeks.
© 2013 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
You broke my heart
You took away my dream
My love was great but now it's too late
You did me wrong
That's why I'm gone
And I'm not coming back no matter what you say or do
How can we be when you did me so cruel?
Your a fool
Your stupid and so unwise this is why I've found another guy
I don't need to explain why cause you wont understand
So talk to the hand as I walk away from you
I am only leaving behind only what I think of you
So good-bye foolish child
Good-bye taker of my dreams
Good-bye breaker of my heart
I'm going to leave you now
I've got to spark a new start
Like a storm in a teacup, You turned nothing
into something blown up, from a small thing.
Everywhere's your ground to pick up a fight.
You should know war is not won by might
But by great strategy and clear planning
not just by being pretty and enchanting.
Stop just being a mere trouble maker.
Rather, try being an active parttaker
Who is ready for a positive change.
Even when done in ways strange.
Your real worth still no way lost.
Nothing much will be the cost,
Still, no day pass you don't doubt yourself.
Yet you've all it takes, there on your shelf.
How many stories of your love i'm gonna tell
But, i've not always been the best thing to show
And How many ladders of this painful tower i'm gonna fall
When everything's changing and it's hurts but i'll have to grow
And i'm doing fine.
I bored everyone with ton of jokes
But, i swear it was a lie down here
I lost my friend, lost my hope, and i'm losing all the thing remain
Was it just a dream at all?
I can't believe there's such a destiny like this
Like all i'm doing's wrong.
Am i a perfect stranger to love?
Or, am i a bad survivor to live?
Everytime i opened my eyes with the same question
It's just killing me faster than a poison.
on chimney top's and dust swept sweeper's
the lady talk's above gin soaked hysterics
he'r new man is void of his features
void of himself,and void mostly of spirit
in shameless garden's
reminded of constant ly worded wordsworths
i beg the hangman's pardon
to word,worthly the word's man's worth
drive feasting on lake's and river's
swim the river,over bridges bur'nt
if bye now your heart consider's
consideration must be earned
loveless lemmings
walk roads and fall
my souless spirit sharnt blemish
the wordfull wanting as words flow
there is a man that is in pain and he is just sitting in the dark waitting for you. But he goes and look's for his prey. And he took his soul, looking into his eye's, and taking out his soul when he is in a dark, Then his soul let's you die.