Best These Days Poems
One of these days
I will write you a poem
Perfectly stated
I hope you will see
Wonderful verses
of love never ending
Tender affections
for you penned by me
Melting your heart
with the words I have written
Making you smile
with each line you read
Rhyming emotions
of springtime and flowers
Sending the message
you’re all that I need
Phrases of beauty
so filled with devotion
Promised forever
in poetic ways
Something so special
you’ll never forget me
I will write that poem
one of these days
Met with you the first time, knowing not what I had just found.
Working days and nights beside you, walking unit’s hard ground.
Helping one another in and out of these day’s crisis.
Trust in easy comfort sharing secrets and our vices.
Blinded by your selfless nature under our same God’s eyes.
Colored hues of virtue burned into your soul it rides
Times enduring twelves in truth and depth of pasts and yet-tos.
Corners turning heads to tails in trails you doing time thru.
I have watched you suffer dating burden from his cold hand,
Wanting many times to tell you to break from that dead man.
Wisdom needing to remind me, hope was holding you still.
Losing grip, you make the change and years returning, Love will.
My prayers carry wishes for you, one day’s given good spouse.
Under Holy Ghost’s soft guidance, making your home, God’s house.
Sharing smiles and tears in keeping promise past the last day.
Into Christ’s embrace that shines you through a Heaven’s gateway.
Always just a thought away you will be after our end.
Grateful in my heart to have been given such a rare friend.
Ah Frontiera, here we are at your last, you've thrown a rod, your life lies black
on oily ground - all this snow and you're a mobile no longer; so I must walk.
It's cold, and now I think of it, that cold that exists in enormous reservoirs
at the poles of our world, seemingly to pass back and forth between,
as if through a secret conduit as the seasons are unfurled.
I will relax, I tell myself, "become one with the cold" as if it can't hurt me,
because sometimes you have to tell yourself things in order to survive.
My soliloquy proceeds as I gather thin paper birch branches and fashion them
into snowshoes with rawhide strings from my pack, a woefully empty pack
considering where I must go - the Brooks Range, even in October, is no joke -
and I can make it to a trapper's cabin, south south-west near Lake Chandalar.
Like the Inupiat Eskimos, I will sing my song, make up my tale, and live on.
Garlock, lord of this valley, seven feet of branch-breaking, tree-scarring,
log-rolling, stump-pulling black bear might, looks up, for the wind was behind me
and his nose is ever aware; my prayer - "You've eaten well, for your
winter sleep comes soon, you are not hungry enough for me" - I repeat it with
calm confidence; Praise God - noble king Garlock, this time, gives me a pass.
Two hundred miles, "Can I make it in three weeks, can I stay alive for four,"
I wonder as I walk, as I fish - pike, char; hard-fought with my hook, still the grayling
cooks on my fire - with a few remaining blueberries I find for spice; over mountain pass,
near the gorge's bottom, a rocky ledge, a rare stumbled caribou with broken legs,
my knife finishes it, oh how warm and rich the liver.
Over the blue cold of a nameless glacier - half the planet's glaciers are in Alaska,
that blue in summer melting is half of all water flowing into all the seas; I exist
with the cold, I'm only a part-day's travel from the trapper's cabin now.
Click-thunk! I hear it before my leg is alive with pain; I've stepped on a trap.
The evening's grim descent doubles and redoubles - I laugh or cry.
Will I bleed, will I freeze, or will my life just vanish into shock,
tucked into the ever-colder onset of night.
Trapper, when will you next check your traps?
December 21, 2016
For Shadow Hamilton's contest - 'Epic'
Times change to the present day.
No woman would dare knock on doors
in districts that are unknown,
for rapists are ever-present
to satiate their selfish lusts.
Gossip is called chatting,
with persons completely unknown
inside a virtual world called the internet,
while children are advised
never to divulge their names
Today I have put on locks galore
on our stout front door,
I see to it that it is always
safely and robber-proof closed.
to strangers or unknown neighbours
as lurking paedophiles are oft unknown.
Nor are children allowed to roam
in parks or meadows or fields
for fear of being abducted
and lost forever more.
All this is now called progress,
but friend, forgive me for
I still yearn for the good old days
when we were worse off when we were born.
Escape.
Blue sky with milky stars, spiral your way here
and I shall trace your yellow circles all night long,
because breathing is not easy and passion often sleeps.
We sat under the cover of nightfall, drinking wine
and taking in the majesty of night.
Paris 1947, no more war.
The bullets took my father away from me,
now the evening air consoles me, playing with my hair.
“A croissant my dear?” I laughed at the cliché of it all.
Some things still will never be the same.
The taste of the death is the same for everyone;
first it gets hot and then it gets cold.
I draw on the window fog,
a finger slides on cold glass, squealing.
“Escape”.
I can see right through the letters.
A man walks along the shoreline, waves licking at his feet;
erasing his footprints, deleting his presence, making him complete.
I once could hear freedom in the echo of seashells: “Hushhhh…”
Somewhere among the snowy dunes, a solitary tree stood bare
with its limbs spilling into the sky like black ink on a grey page, a refuge
for owls and the thundering foot of a spring hare. This is my home.
I am nestled amongst dry leaves and damp wood, a family of squirrels
has taken me in.
Nature is gracious, wolves don’t belong in public.
These days, I live in lullabies.
One reality is better than none at all.
My lawyer's a liar
my doctor's a quack
As for my dentist
I'll never go back
My accountant's a fop
my maid is a crook
I'll never replace the
jewelry she took
My lawn guy is lame
and the mailman's a dame
My favorite restaurant just closed
no more fries with tree toads
It's hard to get help these days
You just can't trust folks
with rings in their nose
when they're not snortin' coke
I guess I've no choice
I'll do things all by myself
'Cos when my wife heard my plan
she eloped with our elf
You have to be real careful these days,
things that seem natural,
you better keep to yourself.
Remember, they will kill you if they can.
Got to run loose and free these days,
no telling who it was,
that wouldn’t be good.
Remember, they would kill you if they could.
I started thinking about things these days.
Like being a flawed swine,
but still being a respectable chap.
Remembering, that they will kill me if at all possible.
Better keep things down low and tight these days.
Got to be ready for it,
when everything finally hits the fan.
Remembering this, if nothing else, they're going to kill me one of
these days.
“One of these days I'm gonna fly”
When time stands still, His love saves me
“gonna see a million faces”
Blessed by the One who made me free
Don’t let go of the hand He gives,
“One of these days I'm gonna fly”
“One of these days I'm gonna ride”
Someday, I’ll know the when and why.
“I’m gonna walk the streets of gold”
When He comes, I’ll know real love
“One of these days I'm gonna fly”
He’s the light sent from God above.
“There’s No more pain and no more grief”
In the end, I’ll move through the sky
Ever alive, because He’s mine!
“One of these days I'm gonna fly”
One Of These Days, Song by FFH
Rhonda
Wife, Friend, Mother, Spirit
Daughter of John and Joanne
Lover of Christmas morning, the wise voices of my elders, and rock-n-roll
Who feels joy in family, empathy for those who suffer, and love in prayer
Who fears public speaking, my own inadequacies and seeing my son in pain
Who would like to see a peaceful world, my grandchildren, the Lord's face
Resident of Fort Lauderdale, Florida
(Johnson) Saunders
Like most we wandered and wavered
and fell for the Devil's wily ways
But not on these days
On these days all sins were forgiven
Curses dissolved into blessings
Tension melted in the glow of good will
Evil evaporated in the light of truth
Grief fell victim to delight
Death succumbed to life...
Sipping On Eggnog spiked with Rum
Hugging our sons and our daughters
Gently scolding wayward grandchildren
Slapping old friends on the back
Bragging and telling tall tales
Laughing hysterically at our lies...
On these days there were no missing pieces
On these days the wounded world was healed
On these blessed and blissful days
it all made sense...
Christmas Eve and Christmas Day - 2009
*This is re-titled, edited and extended version of a previous post adapted for the 'Days' contest sponsored by Thomas Martin
Cut these days to pieces
These days that have made me blue
These days of a neverending purgatory
Made to live my life without you
These are hard days my Love
Made to live alone
Alone with only my thoughts
In an empty loveless home
I look beyond veiled windows
Toward a horizon I cannot see
Toward a day when there will be nothing left
Of the space between you and me
Whisper your thoughts to me
Tell them to the wind
Let her carry them to me
In my dreams when you are home
Tahera
Wife, mother, daughter, teacher
Daughter of Sajjad and Nusrat
Lover of Moiz, flowers and chocolates
Who feels love, pain and gratitude
Who fears failure, snakes and tall buildings
Who would like to see Venice, Italy and Australia
Resident of Nagpur, India
Mannan
Maria Paz
Friend, sister, adviser, teacher
Daughter of Rosalinda and Raymundo
Lover of nature, goodness, and poetry
Who feels emptiness, pain, and disappointments
Who fears continuous rejections, arguments, and snakes
Who would like to see the Holy land, the Pope and the Universal Studio
Resident of Ladkrabang, Bangkok, Thailand
Samelo
One of these days, when time is free
And I feel the urge come over me
I'll do the things I've always said
I'd do before I end up dead
Go places that I'd like to see
I'll shed conventionality
Live life as it was meant to be
Not fantasize, but act instead
One of these days
Pleasure will be my decree
I'll redefine normality
Adventure will lay just ahead
I'll do it all, just like I said
One of these days
These days are a challenge, it's no wonder
With this whole world all asunder.
Twas better when I was younger
Unaware of war and plunder.
Or making money to survive each day
Never was this hard, I surely say
Lost it all in a very sad way
I'm obsolete, I no longer play.
I won't give up, I'm not a loser.
I drink too much, I am a boozer.
My thoughts keep coming, I'm not a snoozer.
Please don't judge me, be my accuser.
Am I the only one whose life has become
A daily grind, with fear and then some?
Why can't I find the faith to be at one
To believe life will change, once again be fun.
I need to work for life to have meaning.
To strengthen my resolve, to be redeeming.
Where is the job that I am needing?
Don't want to beg or needless pleading.
I open my heart, my mind, and soul
In the positive vein, I'll reach my goal
Like a crap game, I'm on a roll.
Got out of this rut, out of this hole.