Best The Other Way Around Poems
I decided to turn around this morning,
stop spooning away the day
Forget about mother nature,
look much deeper into the grey
I could see late night approaching,
and planet Earth speeding away
When the unimaginable happened,
God spoke! this is what he says
Your journey through life is now on pause,
over there’s the final shore
Take a moment to absorb these words,
which we both know you’ll ignore
The path chosen can be known,
I walked it a trillion times before
For in eternity all gates are open,
yet you find abstract doors
Order dictates I should pull the plug,
but I’m enjoying your cryptic show
Every so often an aberration pops up,
and I like to watch them grow
The universe wastes so much time,
creating infinities I already know
You my friend are merely an anomaly,
who goes places others won’t go
Take another look at the shoreline,
I should really hold your hand
We’re nearly there already child,
I can’t tell, if it’s a promised land
The footprints are still quite fuzzy
most of your life reflects quicksand
Best go back to sleep for a while,
maybe tomorrow we will understand
I awoke later on that night,
my bed seemed the other way around
The stars were somehow brighter,
as my head stopped hearing sounds
This vision had made no sense at all,
other than being quiet profound
And when I put my shoes back on,
sand poured forth upon the ground —
By
David Kavanagh
My shirts are tired of me.
'You're tiresome', they say,
'shouldn't you leave soon ?'
My socks take their orders
from my shoes,
or is it the other way around ?
Never mind, they agree anyways,
'You've had your fun', they say.
'you should quit now,
before you're too far behind.'
My jeans, all black as my shirts,
they're tired of the tedium
of holding me safe.
'You've got a bit tedious', they say,
'we're bored now, go.'
My briefs are last to reject me,
and most cruel.
'Don't abandon me', I plead,
'I'll die of shame !'
'Yes', they say,
'that's the point, isn't it ?'
26th August 2019
Made is she of the finest porcelain, that daddy's
Money can buy, with soft raven tresses, and blue
Hued shining eyes.
My pretty Polly baby doll, has a hand painted on
Smile, and long curly eye lashes, that bat and blink,
When one is not watching her, my cleverest of play
Mates is she.
You must understand one thing perfectly clear, dear
Friend, my pretty Polly is no ordinary standard toy,
Yes, I fully know that children have a vivid imagination,
But sir or madam, I've seen it for myself, and felt her
Malevolent presence.
At first it was fun, playing these haunting games,
A trickster’s paradise, she'd laugh and giggle, with
Fiendish delight’s pleasure.
But I'd always get blamed for the mischief, she'd get
Us into, so I decided that I wouldn't play with her anymore.
So I tucked my pretty Polly in a trunk, in the upstairs attic,
And locked it up good, and tight.
Later on that very same night, when I took off my slippers,
And said my prayers, I snuggled beneath my comforting covers,
Then beside me I realized in sheer terror, there she did lie,
Smiling back at me, with those great big blue eyes.
In the quiet and stillness of my very own bedroom,
She did so whisper in a gentle sadistic voice, cuddling ever
Closer to my tender year’s youthful ear, don't ever do
Something likes that ever again.
This is when I lost my childhood innocence, it was then
That I realized the true matrix of our relationship, that I
Was Polly's pretty playmate, not the other way around?
Time passed by slowly after this earth shattering event,
Deadly tea parties, hurtful games of hide and go seek,
Until one day she turned her delicate porcelain face
Away from me, announcing in a curt and mischievous voice,
I'm rather quite bored with you.
The next morning when I awoke she, my pretty Polly
Baby doll had gone, never to be seen again.
When questioned by my Papas, about her whereabouts,
I gave him the same chilling smile, which this haunted
Doll my pretty Polly, had given me time and time again,
Well I'm not sure, she's lost my dearest father.
Oh that's a shame my little child, would you like
Another one to take her place, no I replied, a hug
Will do instead, just fine!!!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
She looks so fragile. Her posture, usually so straight and confident, is hunched. Her eyes - those brilliant sapphire-blue eyes that captivated my dad thirty years ago - are a tear-softened turquoise behind black-rimmed glasses. She stares blankly out the window, seeing something I don't. Watching memories, perhaps.
My mum, the strongest woman I know, looks breakable.
the old cherry clock
ticks away broken heartbeats --
splash of crimson wine
I sit beside her and place my hand over her smaller, trembling one. It's the only comfort she will accept. She is my mother. She is supposed to be strong for me, not the other way around. That's what she would say. So I sit beside her helplessly, holding her tiny hand.
She has lost her mother tonight. And I can only hope that, someday, I will have a child to hold my hand when I lose this woman I love so dearly.
Some gates are difficult to open
while others are open all the time
Tall, low, simple or elaborate
and someone who needs a tightener
To make the path narrow and the gate high
or was it the other way around ... (?)
The grass is not always greener
on the other side
The gate is for the initiates only
so has been,
since other generations passed by ...
When the gate was closed,
it was closed forever
I hear the hum of lazy bumblebees
21/07/2021
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drifting in and out
or was it the other way around?
floating away
instead of towards what made sense
both suspended in the air
with only recognition as their measurement
he wanted out
she wanted in
he pulled away
her wish was for something more meaningful
there they were
trapped in something
that held them captive
too afraid to make the first move
too afraid of what might happen
suspended
hanging onto promises
both of them have forgotten
with their feet halfway in the air
still drifting in and out
or was it the other way around?
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Don’t call Moses a liar he was much more than that
There are no sands of time just time and sand
(and not enough of either in this land)
Just one way is one too many ways skin a cat.
Peter denied Jesus thrice and he still got a booking
Space is hurling through us not the other way around
Don’t look for the Arc it’s…just stop looking
(it will never be found).
Better to not be a fly on the wall lest disaster strikes
The Sun doesn’t set never sets it’s on the other side
(something none of us really likes)
Lollipops don’t pop no matter how you’ve tried.
The Titans are still pissed over losing the war
(and they are gunning for revenge)
When rain falls its not f'ing tears its more
Pyramids weren’t built by people nor Stonehenge.
Man has designs on woman and it will always be
The rib wants home the home wants another rib
(don’t ask me)
Marriage is indentured servitude for the glib.
While we’re at it love: ill-fated concept for mammals
A tree falls you’re not there it still makes a sound
(quite a shambles)
And yes the egg came before the chicken was around.
This is your mind this is drugs now what to do?
(so many choices so little time)
If she has that look in her eye who is defining you?
And thus endeth this unplanned rhyme.
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Led by my heart and soul, my eager mind-
that may take reign the other way around-
whichever way I'd paint it, one will find
a multi-layered image, soft, but sound.
Inside each layer, glow red hearts of love;
mixed in, gold suns for optimism, hope.
White doves with wings for faith in God above
adorn a prayer that lifts my will to cope.
The painted flowers, swirling in designs,
would show poetic and artistic flair,
while trees and winding rivers offer signs
that love of nature shapes my peaceful air.
My mind- a work of creativity-
enhanced by needs for productivity.
I’m going to open up more windows though someone might see how I live
I’m going to let myself be hurt and not hurt back
I’m going to put myself in the other driver’s shoes
I’m going to learn a new skill even though I will be laughably bad at it
I’m going to love people and use things; not the other way around
I’m going to treat my gifts as things to give away
I’m going to respond quicker to my friend’s emails and slower to mean people
I’m going to make more mistakes and spend less time hiding them
I’m going to laugh at myself more often and laugh at other people less
I’m going to send more jokes to Reader’s Digest
even though they’re never printed
I’m going to be quicker to listen and slower to speak
I’m going to sweat the little stuff less and sweat over the people I love more
I’m going to stop comparing my car and my lawn to my neighbor’s
I’m going to build more statues in the city and fewer out in the desert
I’m going to tell my loved ones why they are my loved ones
I’m going to spend more time enjoying the meal in front of me
and less time worrying where my next meal is coming from
I’m going to remember that any day could be someone’s last
I’m going to learn to live and live to learn
Who Among Us?
By Franklin Price
12/20/2020
Who among us will now stand up, as our founding fathers did.
Look at where we are today, because we've run away and hid.
Washington is driving us, not the other way around.
They don't listen to the people, don't like the song of freedom's sound
They're on the throne, controlling us, to take away our given rights,
established by the Constitution, which is also in their sights.
Been building now for many years, their thoughts of royalty
The Parties there, pull us apart, there's no middle road to see
They put lucre in their pockets from the rich and well to do.
That's why many are in office, they're not there for me and you
It's time that We the People, who have little but our voice,
make it heard in Washington, so that Congress has no choice.
We must come out of hiding, get our heads out of the sand,
stand up to those in Washington, or we soon will lose our Land.
Put our net and mail to work. Let the ones in Congress know
If they don't listen to the people, then they, for sure, will have to go.
Do I hear that you can't do it, that you don't know what to say
Then talk to friends and neighbors you have met along the way.
Was not one founding father, who first started all this fun.
Gather again the ones for liberty, or these United States are done.
If you believe these words, please pass them along to all you can, in any manner you have; especially to your Senators and Representatives in Congress.
oh the mystery about the mystery
this life this world and endless universe
invisible winds and blind suns
not to forget the rainbow painted people
how the lambs bleat and understand each other
that I do not worry whether the sun rises
oh the moon has many dresses to choose from
stars fall down to earth but nobody has found any
how we rise from the dead sleep
that we love as if it is our last act on earth
people are afraid of the dark and love the light
how life would be if it were the other way around
the mystery about the mystery
will remain a mystery for me
unanswered questions about mother nature
unfinished tales of this fabulous world
HAVE NOT
Two souls into one or is it
the other way around? I have
lost myself in the transformation.
I do not regret how much I have
loved. Does the fish curse the river
for being too wet? Many secrets I have
held but love is not one of them
and should time reveal what I have
lost she cannot take my memories.
In the beginning was the word
(stop! right there.} It said the Word was
God, and not God was the word. Is this
something that has been misheard
or unheard about the word?
It says the word was with God not, God
was the word. it went right past the
mind like a bold bird. The word was before God
and not the other way around. It almost
drops the head down to the ground.
Now once that is straight, there no
time to waste. It's time to clean up this place.
Because it's a message to the human race.
It's time to take another take two. Because if the
word is God that means God is in you.
The words you write and speak, are like
food for the body and mind to eat. It God
coming out of your mouth, that's really
what we are talking about.
Words created by us runs world, these words
are used in the lives of every man woman boy
and girls. We say it then we do it and it becomes
so. It's not hard to see or even know.
Our world comes from the things we say
the things we do every day. The world is
created by me and you. What we see sa and
do. Words matter like the skies are blue. Why
because they live and breath inside of me
and you.
We are the masters of what's to see. We are
the creators of what we should be and should
not be. If we don't respect words we follow.
Our hearts souls will remain lost and hollow.
We are the makers of what's true or not. We are
the makers of what's cool and hot. We are the
creators our children that do the same. We are the
people of the earth and the word is our name.
Even the irrational, of a child,
running for cover, losing
board game, but especially
in his smile, hug, snowball-kisses.
The rolled-out dough,
cookie cutters,
little fingers sprinkling sugar.
Joyful stomping
of rainwater and mud,
dripping onto a sparkling floor.
Wiggly worms and dandelions
pulled from his short pocket.
The scuffed up pants
as he deliriously slides
into home base,
and the other way around,
as he zealously shouts,
“You’re out!”
Cleaned-up, tucked-in, fast asleep -
the simplicity of an angel.
*Paghuli ng Bulalakaw*
Minsan ako'y nakahuli ng isang bulalakaw,
at sa aking mga kamay inilagay
Ako'y lubhang napaso, nasaktan ng lubusan
kaya't aking itong pinakawalan...
Isang gabi, natanaw ko ang isang tala
na nagliyab sa himpapawirin
Akin lamang tinignan, at aking pinagmithian
Wari ko'y ngayon, tama ang aking ginawa.
July 23, 2010
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*Catching Falling Stars*
Once I caught a falling star
and cupped it in my hand...
It burned me so, it hurt me so
that I just had to let it go
Then one night, I saw a star
that blazed across the sky...
I looked at it, just wished upon it
and I knew that this time, I did right.
May 28, 2002
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Oddly enough I haven't really written any poems in
my native tongue, tsk tsk shame on me!!
(I've only written only ONE, wow)
& it's taking me forever to translate it to English
so, I decided to go about it the other way around
and translate an old poem of mine instead, & here
it is! My Filipino translation though is sort of rusty when
it comes to the flow of the poem (but hmm I guess
only those who know how to speak Tagalog would see that ^_~)
it's fun though so I just might try to write more translations!
Gert sure makes this look sooo easy!! ;)