Best Thumbs Up Poems
Two Thumbs Up.
My granddaughter she plays baseball.
One day she had a game I went to see her.
She got up to bat and hit the ball hard and far.
She yelled from first that one is for you grandpa.
The next time she came to bat she hit the ball farther than before.
She headed to second I yelled keep going. As she rounds to third
I gave her a thump up.
She headed to home and I wishing so hard.
But the umpire yelled ,"You're out!"
She was looking at me with tears in her eyes.
But I still gave her two thumbs up.
To my MVP.
Thumbs Up To The Journey
At the footbridge as it bridges past from present future and perspectives your
feet might be-come and may be-go confused be-fuddled as can your mind before
the shadows rainbows feathered fancy pastel tunes and blues-bound colours
can memories anticipation taking-stock ooze pots and lots of lived experience
re-scribed re-told rewound projected narrated from emotive thoughts
stand still
At the bridge as it cradles the canyon with ladles and measures of the moment
where it spans what once was what you enrich in here and now not there and then the sweeping meadows fields of harvest schisms unions paradigms evaluations can treasures scary scars letting-go liberate scents and stents of living fragrance perceived untold configured touched upon stocked up condensed
reflected wait
The past is yet to come and not withstanding what bridge which side what size
and whence long gone remembrance spins and spans and slows and speeds the motion the sunrise dusk and dawning tapestry mosaic photographic lens sensations can truth reality attitudes and imperfections find soul and solace shared solitude re-modelled shaped anew confronted soothed harmonised
accentuated rise
The future has arrived and has been long projected and the past is living on
where they settle and sizzle on in ember’s glory and ashes to ashes and Phoenix in flight when horizons and boxes un-boxed wriggling worms preceding grave graves can joy pleasure senses and sexes passion peace human works of art in progress accepted invited challenged unchallenged channelled welcomed
gratitude prevail
At the foot-bridge at the mind-bridge where it bridges cradles sweeps your meaning brushes and jungles juggles and wonders which hand’s intuition which path to follow lie the answers to the questions asked lie the questions known and
not yet explored
24th July 2016
a zanze
“Autumn leaves will bring poppa home,”
Words to son, Jon, throughout the year.
Pops had been transferred north to Nome
immersed in his army career.
Autumn leaves will bring pop
back to us; gone the sighs
of last fall when bounce stopped
'cause we said our goodbyes.
Autumn leaves will
bring us all joy;
bewildered still
is one small boy.
Autumn
Jon will welcome
with anxious arm and thumb.
"Autumn leaves will bring poppa home."
written 6 May 2016
My name is Gundar
Bey School of Gladiators
Trained me for the arena
I chose my weapon
I picked the net and triton
Best, as I’m agile and fast
Tomorrow I fight
I live without any friends
Never know who I must kill
They serve me a feast
The women will come tonight
They try to make me happy
No desire to fight
Either I fight or I die
Can I out last the others?
It makes no matter
If I’m the last one standing
The lions will still be waiting
A thumb’s down and I die
As they unleash the Lions
Thumbs up, fight another day
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Why can I only like things?
Why can't I dislike something?
Maybe it's because people who post all the time are just looking for public acceptance and approval and by providing a dislike button it will destroy the very essence of their being and no one would use Facebook anymore. Oh, I get it now.
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Ugh I wish there was a "please never reproduce" emoji
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OMG a cat, Like
Each finger performs forthwith
the assigned functions freely,
aware that interference imposed
and the suffocating attire slipped in,
can be unpleasantly chaotic,
disturbing the digital harmony,
for the fingers feel stifled.
The garb of glove desensitizes
their discerning dexterity,
the hand dislikes.
The cathartic outfit of ease,
the mitten encases the fingers,
strengthening the fiber of comaradarie
that fosters the spirit of togetherness,
except for the odd one,
solely signaling thumbs up,
the hand appreciates.
_________________
January 18, 2023
Contest : Of What Use Are Gloves To Fingers
That Only Understand Mittens
Sponsofred by : John Lawless
Today
I saw the west wind
………thumbing a ride back home
©1/7/2022
An amazing revelation that has long since become
The universe contains neutrons, electrons, and morons
The last one is quite obvious
Just check out the wackiness
Of the loonies at the mall with their thumbs up their bums
R-eflection from sunlight
E-ncourages the forlorn;
N-o to nook of loneliness,
E-arly fourteenth December morn.
L-et the panorama prevail,
Y-earning to share its elegance;
N-egative thoughts shall sink into the deep dark oceans.
B-ouquet of birthday flowers
E-xplains the sweetness of you;
N-ew dawn and fresh breeze
J-oins together in a beautiful view.
A-s you enjoy the delight,
M-emorize it in your mind;
I-nfix it into your heart,
N-odding every thumbs-up sign.
My soul has been fed and nourished once more.
I now count my blessings as 2020 heads for the door.
This year has been a challenge but it has opened my eyes.
I am another year older and another year wise.
My relationship with life has now been renewed.
I will put aside the bad and focus on the good that’s accrued.
We all have a choice in how we react.
Next year will be grand, this is my new pact.
I have my wife and my boys they are my partners in crime.
We still have our health and my life is sublime.
I can see the sun as it rises, another day has now come.
I raise my heart up to God along with my thumb.
I’m thankful for life, it has really been a treat.
Thank you, dear Jesus for making me complete.
You have my love, my gratitude and every smile.
Thank you for your amazing gift and making life worthwhile.
December 6, 2020
Your Soul in 2020 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke