Best Takers Poems
The night takers come when the sun goes down
When there's no one around to hear the quiet loud
They are the shadowed clouds feared by the proud
Seeping in through ears with maddening clapping sound
Insane clowns with razor sharp teeth poking around
The mind pounds until it's fully unwound
Once it's lost it can never be found
The brain twitches and seizes until it freezes
Epileptic diseases permeating the creases
Too late to call out or to cry to Jesus
Life never owned each one of us leases
Man thinks he can do whatever he pleases
Monkey like minds relating to rhesus
Trying to pick up all the evolutionary pieces
**** disguised as treasure but it's still feces
Witness lowly ones described as meek
Traveling along a narrow path to seek
Listening to prophets from the past speak
People laughing and calling them Jesus Freaks
Thinking they're feeble minded and weak
Are the wise and powerful really so unique
Who will be left to listen to their critique
For the night takers came and took them in their sleep
We live in a world of wise people who feel Science
is our salvation. Yet each attempt man makes to improve
upon creation seems to destroy another part of it.
Eventually we are the takers and the taken.
Categories:
takers, earth, environment, lost, men,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Some people give and some people take, live by made up rules because the takers are fake.
Taking for granted in all that you do, you can't give enough and it gets the better of you.
The givers give their very last coin to the taker that takes it for a slot or a bet, they never win but they don't care there is always another giver somewhere.
The taker took love and threw it away, the giver still gives it each and every day.
The taker takes joy and thrill from the steal, the gives thrives on spreading good will.
The taker takes but has nothing to show from it. The giver gives everything and has all they need because inside them is a fountain of giving or so it seems.
The world is in balance the people have hope for the givers give love and takers soak it up.
Categories:
takers, feelings, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
I’m not yet quite ready for this love
I know I can face the easy days
But when the days between us begin to turn rough
I want to know if it’s tough love
Or together we fall still reqauinted
Some are givers, some are takers
Some feel real love, others love fakers
Oh I’m looking in the eye of a needle
With the vision of an eagle
Seeking your love inside
Givers and takers, I’m ready to give my all
But if you take it all, what will you give in return
The givers believe they own nothing
The takers believe they owe nothing
So tell me how high will be the price of love to you
Will it break your bank and not my heart
If your a giver as much as me
Take all of me or else just let me be
I’m not counting the amounts I want in return
Just that your gonna let this fire burn
If I have to go searching for wood
You know I won’t be gone for long
I’ll give you as much as your can carry
Givers and takers, I’m ready to give my all
But if you take it all, what will you give in return
The givers believe they own nothing
The takers believe they owe nothing
So tell me how high will be the price of love to you
Will it break your bank and not my heart
If your a giver as much as me
Take all of me or else just let me be
The givers believe they own nothing
The takers believe they owe nothing
So tell me how high will be the price of love to you
Will it break your bank and not my heart
If your a giver as much as me
Take all of me or else just let me be
Categories:
takers, heart, love,
Form:
Free verse
"Takers"
Takers:
They don't come "with",
BUT,
They do come "for"...
Thama Logan
Categories:
takers, character, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
This expert excursion...
sweet sweet soliloquy?
Checking every bucket box,
chiming like strife to be?
Frank Zappa may have had his platter eaten-
Joseph Gobbles his Dotton feelie' wheels,
but made the park his whole weighted keel?
When you wouldn't leave the stuffy car to pray for a deal?
How can the forcery stars not end up real?
Categories:
takers, confidence, engagement, gender, gothic,
Form:
Verse
I've invested too much time
Into people I thought were genuine
It's baffling
How many people you know
You think have your back
But actually don't
When you need me there
I show up
When I need you
It's you know I would but
I've come to learn
I ain't the only thing desyroying me
The other part of it is misplaced loyalty
It's crazy to me
How you could treat people like royalty
But when I'm in a hole
They can't even throw a rope to me
That's some bull and bull is bull
Even if it smells like potpourri
Some people just don't care
They'll throw you under the bus
After you give them their bus fare
I'm good enough to help you out
When no one would
But when I need you to vouch for me
It's a shoulder shrug
Categories:
takers, anger, character, conflict, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
i'm thru sharing with
those people who wont listen
why give to takers?
Categories:
takers, life,
Form:
Senryu
There are people who only take
And hurt all others in their wake
Beware of them for your own sake
They love no one its all a fake
False hearts,false lies they make
At your heart they will rake
Watch out for those who tell lies
Beware of all their alibis
Beware the ones who make you wait
Falling for them seals your fate
For they take love and then leave
And now all alone you will grieve
Keep your heart safe and true
Then one day true love will find you
carolann crowley 10/26/2012
Categories:
takers, life, heart, heart, love,
Form:
Rhyme
...Then working with the government,
who always liked more western cash,
they set up an agreement that
they hoped could contain this backlash.
Two scientists could see the arc,
and work to verify its age,
one from Harvard, and one Cambridge,
and to Axum both made their way.
The American, an old man,
Professor Hammond was name,
the Brit was a young grad student,
named Alice, with a genius brain.
As they settled into their work
neither of the scholars could know
that in neighboring Somalia
an evil man plotted a blow.
He went by the name Ibrahim,
whether it was real, no one knew,
established as a terrorist,
an Islamist, quite tried and true.
He’d built a name in civil wars,
the kind that always racked that place,
made a reputation with force,
he left death, and people displaced.
And though the man gained followers,
he was frustrated by his land,
ruined and lacking resources,
Ibrahim was an ambitious man.
When he heard the arc had been found,
an idea grew up in his mind,
Christians and Jews worshipped the thing,
a route to more money he found.
He took with him one hundred men,
slipped the border, went to Axum,
keeping his people outside town
until shadows of nightfall had come.
Then they attacked St. Mary’s Church,
stormed the building with guns blazing,
killing priests, security guards,
anyone they found resisting.
Quickly they sieved the old relic,
took Alice, Hammond, and four priests,
hostages until they got paid,
at which point they {might" be released.
Chased by police they all fled east,
back into the Somali state,
where they hid amongst the chaos,
where all involved did celebrate.
A scheme pulled on the infidel,
they would now pay to arm their foe!
They had no choice, if they did not
then to hell their relic would go!
Ibrahim put out a message,
a video, as such types do,
demanding millions for the arc,
it was seen by more than a few.
And there was a bunch of chatter,
amongst talking heads on TV,
talking of how such a relic
just found, could soon be history.
Religious types the world over
spoke of how it would be a crime
if such a thing would be destroyed,
the loss of a wonderous find.
All knew some action would come soon,
too many folks were up in arms,
talk of commandos, and or raids,
to Ibrahim it raised alarms...
CONTINUES IN PART III.
Categories:
takers, adventure, christian, conflict, god,
Form:
Epic
Blind battle? here it goes
against who nobody knows
will I win or will I lose
that's up to the voting views
your rhymes are so faded
predictable, and belated
while I keep it one hundred
you niggas flows are out dated
battle rappin' ain't shi** to it
yal drinkin' my spittin' like fluid
blastin' any takers
come on and get this
you can be the next one
on the losin' list
Categories:
takers, character,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Poppyseed Princess with poppyseed lips,
Fragrant yellow piston, and beautiful hips.
In the wind, savoring her relationships,
Never knowing of my dream for her companionship.
I am a simply ugly marigold, gnarly and quite plain.
Recognizing beautiful, but my tongue I dare refrain.
If she knew of my love, would she turn away in rain?
I dare not speak, for my view I do not want to stain.
I am just a poppyseed, nothing to delightful marigold.
I study him quietly, his smile never mean or old.
A glimmer of a glimpse of a spark I see sometimes within his fold,
But men do not like aggressive women so I dare not be so bold.
So the smitten poppyseed and the marigold stayed like this until death.
Introduced again in heaven, recognizing each other with angelic baited breath.
Categories:
takers, encouraging, garden, lonely, longing,
Form:
Rhyme
...Some would long debate the whole raid,
say the arc was now truly lost,
others would say a museum piece
was never worth such a high cost.
I suppose those questions will rage,
on the net it gets rather loud,
but Alice pays no heed to it,
I hear she’s a minister now…
Categories:
takers, adventure, christian, conflict, god,
Form:
Epic
It is 2 pm
on a hot and humid Sunday
in June.
I am cleaning walls
and floors,
cabinets
and doors,
and laying newly steamed rugs
in a new place
of one floor living
more suitably down-sized
from three floor struggling
for my disabled son
and aging me.
My husband
for the past twenty four years
calls with Happy Father's Day!
This, like an anniversary ritual,
surprising reminder between us two Dads
not sure how we are doing
together.
But, better than apart.
Surprised,
I admitted
my failure to remember
perhaps because,
for me,
for us?
everyday is fathers' day
and night
of secularized care taking
As every mothers' day
and night
may become sacred care giving
As schools of male
and female,
more precisely male or female,
fish fail to remember
wet climates breathe water
in and out again,
care filling
and care emptying,
care giving
and care taking
within mundane
everyday habitual atmosphere
on this living
enculturing Earth
Which lives healthier
as we become more everyday
compassionate care givers
and takers
listening in
and speaking out
for our present
past
and future Earth
and EarthTribes,
Interdependent species
Organic holonic bodies
Extending multicultural families
Humane repopulations
at appropriately grateful scale
for peaceful
nutritional
energetic, yet care-full,
EarthJustice
Sometimes my unlanguaged son
sounds like a constipated chicken
trying to lay a great egg.
Yet he also roars
like an anticipating rooster
toward the light,
raising and praising east
and up and out
and west,
eager for this new caretaking
every Earth day.
Categories:
takers, caregiving, community, earth, father
Form:
Political Verse
There are takers, and they can ruin the season.
Teaching their children to get on all the Christmas lists.
Yelling at the do-gooders who bring toys but no receipts.
Showing the do-gooders children what appreciation does not look like.
Their children are embarrassed, realizing their mother’s behavior is unkind.
Recognizing a bully when they see one.
“Don’t bring us anything else without the receipts!” Mommy yells at the do-gooders heads
As they leave, disappointed that they brought their children to try to see what
generosity and giving is supposed to feel like.
Sadly they are leaving with a different feeling entirely.
Written 12-14-2019
Contest: The Darker Side of Christmas
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Categories:
takers, confusion, life,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Risk Takers excite me
Jumping in without hesitation
Optimism oozing out of them
Self confident
Perpetually ready
Game for whatever
Diving off cliffs
Our out of airplanes
Without caution
Expecting the best
Anticipating the thrill of the win
And usually getting it
Categories:
takers, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse