Best Them Poems
I hear the howling at the moon
as nightbirds then begin to croon
The cricket’s dance invades my ear
all creatures of the night I hear
So why then with this shrouded din
should I be in the mood I’m in
Perhaps I feel I dance alone
to claim no nightsong of my own
Yet when the morning dove arrives
to brighten all the mourning lives
And when the butterflies appear
the sounds of happiness I hear
The loneliness that once took hold
now banished, hearts to be consoled
The doves fly off and say goodbye
elated as we see them fly
Coming from Texas, I knew he’d be loud
And soon I discovered that two is a crowd
Is that the privy? he asked of my house
When he saw my dog he said you’ve got a mouse!
We heard on the news that a bush kangaroo
It might have been two, had escaped from the zoo
He said that in Texas there’s no cangerroose
Don't know what they are but they wouldn't get loose
He bragged that in Texas the average rat
Is three times the size of what we call a cat
He spotted some sheep and a grin touched his lips
Why have you got a field full of Q-tips
And then as we stood there a crow passed us by
The Texan said hey bud, should I swat that fly
He whipped up my carpet and then told me that
He’s going to splat it with this little mat
My pet snake I showed him, I thought he might squirm
He said back in Texas, we call that a worm
He stared at my garage and called it a hive
I was still miffed when we went for a drive
We drove by some cows that were stocky and fat
But Tex said his pigs are far bigger than that
Well, I bit my tongue as I drove, heading south
The only thing big around here was his mouth
Those two missing Roos hopped right into the road
The Texan appeared to think I should have slowed
I sped up and ran them both down with my truck
He cried stone the crows, are you nuts, what the f*ck
He shouted pull over, you must call the coppers
I said that I would for a dog or a cat
But not for a couple of bloody grasshoppers!
He never said much after that
The six steep slopes they gave me..
yes, all were mine.
I can give them to you..
if you wish them.
Though they tend to be.,
unkind.
Don't wait for them to love,
or understand,
or forgive..
It's not their way.
They serve only to light a path,
show you the way.
Discover who you are, yes,
and where you come from.
It's what you always asked,
and all you ever prayed.
Don't look too far forward,
they'll make sure you're blind..
Understand that you are all that matters
not them, not us, not time.
If you appreciate others, tell them now,
While it still can add to their sense of self-worth.
To wait is a mistake many make because
No one knows how much time they have left on earth.
If you admire her kind generosity,
Or how he selflessly gives to those with needs;
Letting them know sooner rather than later,
Encourages them to do other good deeds.
Gratitude has positive ripple effects;
Expanding circles - lives we affirm and touch.
Avoid regrets about dearly departed,
By telling them now they matter and how much.
Submitted: February 10, 2017
SOCIETY AND THE HOT AIR BALLOON
Them that need to climb
ride as the hot air balloon--
soon come down to earth
© Harry J Horsman 1992
THE VIRTUAL HOT AIR BALLOON
Ride with the rainbow--
silent as the mouse cursor
across Google earth
© Harry J Horsman 2010
*Consider them - mere lilies
of the field that thrive with ease.
So glorious. . . there was not one,
not even fair King Solomon
as brightly dressed as one of these!
They do not toil. What qualities
do flowers have that we might seize
before our time on earth is done?
Consider them. . .
If we, like lilies, choose to please,
with simple faith, the One who sees
all things, we too will have begun
to be as these beneath the sun,
who bend with grace upon the breeze.
Consider them!
*(“. . . Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow. . .” Matthew 6: 28-33)
I love the myriads of mystic stream,
and so I wade into their wonder flow
and drift with them as if inside a dream.
I follow them wherever they may go.
I long to know their depths and be immerged,
to feel them fresh and singing in my soul;
to grasp them well, at times, I can be purged.
They glisten gold as fish among a shoal.
Immortal, they are yesteryear’s. . . Today
they tell the tales of old that never died.
I catch the ones with which I wish to play,
rejoicing when they take me for a ride. . .
When grouped uniquely they can soar like birds.
I’ll follow them forever - shining words!
*Not sure what to put in my note except that I sometimes try to emulate classic poets such as Emily Dickinson.
For the Ars Poetica Poetry Contest of Thomas Martin
She liked picking flowers, I liked growing them
She liked picking flowers,
I liked growing them
Her basket filled with pretty blooms,
freshly on the stem
She walked into my garden,
scented sweet and true
I tended to my marigolds
with tiny buds so new
She saw my Gerber daisies,
just smiling in the sun
Then glanced in my direction,
she only wanted one
I nodded my approval,
for what else could I say
To the loveliest of flowers
in my garden on this day
She thanked me with a kiss,
upon my cheek so soft
I felt my old heart skip a beat,
my mind it went aloft
Then as she was leaving
neath springtime skies so blue
I could only stand and stare,
for on this day I knew
Of every perfect flower,
so wondrous and pristine
She was now the prettiest
that I have ever seen
She still likes picking flowers,
I still like growing them
But now I tend my plants and wait
till she comes back again
Light them up, the candles
in the halls of the monasteries
of your heart,
where the most humble go to pray
and sleep in your cozy breast,
like babies do when they see their mothers.
Light them up, those guns,
that conquer the egos of evil men,
and extinguish the young revolutionist,
who knows nothing more than to live.
Light them up, to the path
of a life worth living,
and not one worth dying.
I'm not a girl,
I never played with barbie dolls,
went head over heels for boys.
I never went to houses for sleepovers,
started rumors, gossiped.
No, none of that.
I never bullied people,
got into fights,
cared about my hair.
I'm not a girl at all.
I'm not a boy,
even though I play in mud,
wrestle with my friends.
I never played Fortnite for fun,
say idiotic things to the girls,
cuss at my teachers.
No, none of that.
I never wore the same clothes twice,
cared about what cologne I used,
played with bugs.
I'm not a boy at all.
I'm non-Bianary,
I play in mud,
watch anime,
low blow my friends,
dated girls,
wrote in a diary.
Yes, I have done all of this.
I wear lip gloss,
never lipstick,
didn't care about pimples.
I'm my own kind.
They/Them.
Teach them the songs of the land.
Teach them the rhythm of life.
Teach them the strength of the past,
That they may appreciate the beauty of the future.
Children of today, nations of tomorrow.
They have the right to know and believe in the unity of life.
Teach them to know that all men and women are not just nor truthful.
Let them know that for every mean and selfish people, there are honest, generous and dedicated ones.
Teach them the power of the spirit of sportsmanship, to enjoy winning and as well accept losing when it comes.
Teach them that a dime earned is to be valued far more than a thousand stolen.
Teach them to rejoice in each others successes rather than envy. Teach them to have faith in God and to believe in themselves.
Remind them never to forget that they are masterpieces of the Creator, and none can replace the other.
Please, don’t forget to teach them that it is more honorable to fail than to cheat, and there is no shame in tears.
Teach them the difference between the real world and the world in the pages of magazines, movie screens and television.
Teach them the enduring powers of patience and kindness.
Teach them the endless powers of love and forgiveness.
Expose them to verities of colors of life and remind them to look beyond
skin colors to appreciate the blood of life.
Teach them the importance of a smile in the dark tunnels of life.
Teach them to be simple and truthful to themselves and to keep there distance from drugs.
Teach them to be respectful of life and elders that they may be respected.
Teach them our mother’s songs; tell them where we are, where we have been, where we are going and they will lead the way.
WHO IS THE GIANT OF THEM ALL
Animals or humans, who is the giant of them all?
Bearing a two sheathed wings, the Hercules Beetles
crash the Titans (beetle) growing more than six inches.
Down the dirty waterways of China is the Mekong catfish
extending at ten feet, tummy-filled with one
full swallow of a child... Horrible!
Godzilla in Japan's sea is the Nomora Jellyfish!
However, the tipped nightmare fuel
incorporeal spill is not at all hazardous.
Jamison Stone, an eleven year old boy,
killed almost, this wild giant hog of 1051 lbs.
Lizards like the giant Salamanders aren't cute at all--
measuring six feet long: the largest of their kind!
Nuisance to Australia's dangerous wildlife, cane toads,
originally are found in South and Central America!
Power and beauty
quiets all his challengers when Percheron
runs, runs fast in a horse race!
Savory staple is the spider Crab but warning!
Their claws can do some serious damage!
Under a tree, don't be shock of the flying fox:
vampires to sweet-juices of fruits in New Guinea...
Weighing over a ton, Trigger is the cow for truckload of macs!
Xenopos are Cameroon Goliath that can live up to fifteen years.
Yes, humans are tough but compared to these behemoths,
zings we have are just their toys!
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***Source:
http://www.viralnova.com/giant-animals/ and
http://diply.com/different-solutions/20-unbelievably-giant-animals/30768/4
***nightmare fuel - stingray; flying-fox - bat
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O. E. Guillermo
2:49pm, September 04, 2015
In the early morning light…
You stand before me, and slowly disrobe, as you have so many times
before.
Then …for a moment… as you have so many times before…you stare at
me, not seaming to see me at all, as you wipe the sweat from my face
with the palm of your hand.
Then…for the first time, as if looking for some lost truth you hope to find
buried in the depth of me, behind the silver mask I wear, you stare at me
in a way you never have before…Long and hard, until…tears begin to roll
down your cheek, when…for the first time… you see yourself, as you truly
are, through my complete indifference.
Written: August 23, 2014
Life's Hard
It's filled with pain
And misery
My mind is stained
Stained with every memory
Sometimes I think today will be my last day
This place causes me so much pain
I wish I didn't have to stay
Some days are worse than others
I'm starving
Dying for food
I'd do anything
To many things go through my head
Will I be able to keep down my next meal?
Will I live for tomorrow?
Is this terrifying place even real?
I feel so alone
Yet I'm surrounded by people
But this place could not be called a home
There's no life in these places
Or in these faces
Everyone looks dead
As so do I
Most of us haven't been fed
My eyes have been marked
With these dead bodies that lay upon the ground
Without a soul I still look at them
Soon I may be found
As one of them
World is amazing,as described by philosophers
but...what actually in world is amazing
The suffering,of those caught by the waves of fate.
Why there are rich and poor,
god could have created only rich!
Then why did he do so,to make the world balanced.
Rich can serve poor by loving them and giving them,
so they are blessed with more.
Poor can survive with the help of rich.
Balance which is needed,created by our god...but,
is it followed ?
Rich are becoming more rich and poor are still in the hands of poverty
Condition of world is wonderful.
God, fooled by the rich.
The balance of world is lost..
World fears god...its shivering is heard in many parts.
Help the world god.....please..