Best To Be Honest With You Poems
The Love of My life
When I met you, I never expected
to fall in love...
But since then, every day I thank my lucky stars above.
When I met you, I truly had no idea
How much my life was about to be changed...
But to be honest with you, how could I have known?
A love like ours happens only once in a lifetime
And babe, you were truly a miracle to me,
The one who was everything I had ever, ever
dreamed of,
The one that I thought existed only in my dreams.
And when you came into my life,
I suddenly realized that what I had always thought
Was happiness could not compare to the
true joy
Loving you brought me.
Baby, you are a part of everything
I think and do and feel,
And with you by my side,
I truly believe that anything is possible.
I awoke this morning to the sun in my face ,
Quickly I sat up for I knew it was late .
My sleep has been so good since we came together,
The rest I get the peace I feel will be with me forever.
Can't remember when I have felt so good ,
Finding you has changed my life , I knew it would .
This is not something I would ever take for granted ,
Because I know the seeds of love have been planted .
It will grow and blossum into something so grand ,
Always glowing brightly no matter where I stand .
Not a worry or care do I feel on this day ,
Only joy and happiness will come our way.
I can say this from the bottom of my heart ,
Never will I feel alone when it's cold and dark .
To be awakened by the sun in my face ,
To be honest with you , it matters not if I am late .
TAC
I write for the love of poetry,
since a child I have had a need to articulate,
to write conversations to an invisible audience.
I can get quite wordy and chatty and rambling,
and have no problem sharing private thoughts.
I write for the love of poetry,
sometimes my writing is flowery and picturesque,
I can turn out a whimsical and joyful poem.
At times my style is clear and confident,
informative, or just plain silly and foolish fun.
I write for the love of poetry,
but to be honest with you dear reader, my strength,
is in mournful, lamenting and woeful sad writes.
Writing of my grief and heartbreak is healing,
I hope it helps others to see they are not alone.
I write for the love of poetry,
oh, I can turn out a sultry passionate poem,
full of lust and love, or just of gentle feelings.
And I like to pen of the past and my family,
I think that is because my happiness dwells there.
I write for the love of poetry,
there is no telling what I will write each day,
it just happens, my pen has the power.
My words just drip onto paper, words I must share,
but I take pause, to read and ponder other poets words.
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April 6, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/I Write For The Love Of Poetry
Copyright Protected, ID 16-775-229-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym
For the contest, For the Love of Poetry,
sponsor, John Lawless
Seventh Place
To be honest with you all
I am but a hack, a fraud
I contain no heart nor soul
And my mind a blunted sword.
Having moments to reflect
I now know this to be true
Searching deep within myself
For what else can a man do?
I gaze into the unknown
Into chaos and darkness
My head spinning in pain
How much left is to confess?
With paper and pen, I write
All my thoughts down as I go
This well now empty and dry
What is left for you to know?
(7 syllables per line)
Letterman
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Write Letterman
One hundred lines
In your letter
Write it better
Word's wayward may miss their mark's
And disconnect our rooftop moment's.
Pick and nick at everything you have seen.
Writing plenty can be empty.
Love lost I cannot win you back
It's a ache it's a heartache.
Drowing for the word's but
Sorrow in our fairytales.
It's a ache it's a headache.
Pale dry lines and wet crying eyes.
Just me and blunt paper.
Write harder Letterman..
Write with your heart instead
Dress it up in paper and
Pen the memory's
Without regrets.
"Hey Rea
I fear future dreams about you
I have to be honest with you..
When we were ecstatic
In those lovely sunset day's.
Sitting atop the billboard
Looking down
At the growing neon city
Sipping coffee .. time buzzing by
The small people.
Running up and down
In locked street's.
Not knowing where
They going to ..
Not knowing where ..
They coming from.
All in quick paced hurry's.
The people and their pain's
My advantage of being with you"
Then thud ! suddenly..
Gracefully you left me behind
I can't write anymore ..
It was us..
Marry me a 100 times ?
I write on the billboard..
But.. sadly
Our line's abort.
Your life cut short
Hundred lines will not..
Bring you back.
I said to my son,
He said back to me,
To be honest with us,
I'm worried
We want to be happy
while bypassing disciplines of left-brain healthy
is not too right-brain cooperatively sappy.
But, after my ancient lifetime of trying
directly for prosperous happy
that may or may not lead to left-brain healthy,
that may or may not lead to right-brain wealthy,
I hope you can benefit
from what we redundantly say,
more than what I've actually done
in front of you
and behind your back,
confronted you,
denied,
and what I've failed to take left-with-right back.
We want to be happy
and to win wealthy left-brain ego-fame
however flashingly synaptic
even at the price of ignoring natural/spiritual resilient healthy
is not all that win/win polyanna maniacally sappy
nor lose/lose despairingly immoral crappy
So I have done
and we long to be done
with such lose-happy and lose-wealthy self-prophetic life confusion
profusion
contusion,
Of unhappy cognitive left
and disaffected unwealthy right
dissonance
provokes short-term wounded choices for mere satiation
because long-term resiliently healthy happiness
feels too right-brain prominent sappiness
suffering left-brain crappiness
Both un-together remaining mutually blind
to integrity of global win/win GoldenRule manners,
uncrappy and unsappy,
too remotely not experienced on our shared big mainframe
but maybe flimmery-glimmers of light emerge
in more everyday lighter healthy,
wealthy,
and wise here/now
space/timeless moments.
To be honest with you,
I'm worried
we want to know abundant happiness
without accepting and committing to our win/win integrity
as ego/eco-systemic
left/right cooperatively integral
Red/BlueGreen
yang-fire/yin-water
holistic nonsectarian
non-partisan
non-violently communicating health vulcanizers,
optimizers,
re-creators,
transubstantiators,
creolizers,
With happy inter-hemispheric ego/eco-logicality
speaking dipolar bi-loyally
in cooperatively resilient
health/wealth solidarity
Which I think everyone would regeneratively agree
is not too sappy
nor too degeneratively crappy
to remain responsibly happy
despite all our co-arising snappy facts
without contextual slappy feelings.
We barely talk anymore guess the honeymoons over, this would be the time I relapsed if I was sober, but I'm not upset with you I'm upset with me, I was the one that fell in love with you knowing you had a family, it was the conversations that held both of our interest, but that's fading away as I aforementioned, now I know how the girls I laughed at feel wishing for more, knowing good & damn well we'll probably never live behind the same door, I really wanna do right by you & be better than your girl, I ask myself everyday could we be happy & I think that we could have the world, but I don't think I'm good at playing second fiddle, to be honest with you I'm used to being the lead singer not one of the girls in the middle, my mind wants a answer but my heart wouldn't dare ask you to make a choice or a decision, when you hold me in your arms is one of the two times I feel like I'm living, when the world tries to break you up I'll be there to hold you down, when your shoulders get heavy I'll be around we have Bluetooth you don't have to make a sound, damn guess I'll do my slide & shimmy back to the middle, I don't know if this was a poem, conundrum or a riddle
Since a child I have had a need to share, to
write conversations to an invisible audience; and
I can get quite wordy and chatty and rambling, I
have no problem sharing private thoughts. At times
my writing is flowery, pretty and picturesque, Oh
I can turn out a whimsical and joyful poem; and
sometimes my style is clear and ever so confident,
even informative, or just plain silly and foolish fun.
But, to be honest with you dear reader my strength,
is in mournful, lamenting and woeful sad writes;
writing of my fears, grief and heartbreak is healing,
it helps me, I hope others see they are not alone.
Oh, I can also turn out a sultry passionate poem,
full of lust and love, or just of gentle sweet feelings;
and I like to write of the past and my family lost, no
telling what I will write- my pen has all the power.
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April 6, 2016
Poetry/Verse/A Need To Share
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1111-552-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Early Feb 2019 Standard Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
For those of you who are not Italian, it’s pronounced “gitta-GEEN”
It is consumed by Genovese, Sicilians, and Florentine.
You can find it in just about any Italian deli.
This spicy lunch meat was invented in Italy.
In Philadelphia, many use it to make a hoagie.
It can be found in Italian subs in LA.
It is used in Italian heroes in New York any day.
From what part of the pig is it made, do you suppose?
To be honest with you, it comes from the pig’s nose.
Who will “Come Out” for Jesus?
I often wonder; “do people know what life is about?”
As I hear about another person who’s “coming out.”
They often talk about “coming out” with “nothing to hide.”
And often talk with much boastfulness and pride.
The news media is often quick to make this the “breaking news.”
But in the end, they’ve become very “confused!”
The Bible says we’ve all sinned and fallen short of God’s glory.
I know that this will not make the news, or the local story.
It also talks about sin and the sinful depravity of man.
In the last days, there’ll be a wickedness throughout the land!
It talks about as in the days of Noah, so it’ll be as today!
Where many of the Godly morals will be
“tossed and thrown away.”
If someone is “coming out.”
Perhaps they should go back in.
And ask God to cleanse and forgive them of every sin.
I decided to come out for Jesus! Will you join me?
I want to be an example of his holiness
and how much he loves me!
The kind of life the Bible designed, is the best one for me!
The righteousness and holiness of God,
is the best thing for me!
I’m proud of Jesus! But not of the things that I’ve done.
I need forgiveness of the blood of God’s precious son!
To be honest with you... I’m ashamed of the way I’ve lived!
I need to be cleansed by God! And his power to forgive!
Thank you Jesus for cleansing my life
from the inside out!
You are God! And you’re what life is all about!
By Jim Pemberton
Never lie
never hide things
always tell the truth in every word you speak
this is what you say to me
this is what you made me promise
from the minute I began to figure life out
you spoke these words to me
But you don’t
you don’t never lie
you do hide things from me and everyone else
you don’t always tell the truth
you are such a hypocrite
you see
you tell me to be honest with you and tell you everything
but you won’t do the same with me
and I’m not gonna deal with this bull **** anymore
I’m am done
Down the drain...In the words of Lary Love:
Those Rico acts got em not wanting to be gangsta no more,
Last words he heard as a free man was "get down on the floor!!"
He suppose to get a pass because he did some charity work??,
But just last week he had his chopper out in the streets straight going berserk.
Picc a lane my nigga, Is you rapping or banging?
You had the money, cars, and clothes but you couldn't keep maintaining.
Lots of talent in you, but your brain doesn't function too well.
Drugs and guns up in the mansion
And that is packaged for sale.
Stepping over a dollar so your ass can picc up a dime,
Like the detective on menace to society said "you done fucced up this time".
In the beginning the street corner was the spot to get you up outta the hood,
Got too big for your britches now you thinking you're Suge
You're considered a flight risk so you stucc, blame that on your fame
Remember they only see the pusher but really it's the manufacturer's that them fuccers should blame.
Put yourself out on front street, now you're the first that they put in the cage
And lil buddy who y'all thought was solid is snitching on you , now you're all up in a rage
This may sound like I'm talking bout that nigga name thugga
But to be honest with you cuzzin I could be talkin bout ya brotha
If you've created a lane for you and your family to eat
Sit ya ass at the table and let them have those damn streets
Them people in that office are not as dumb as you think
Some niggas just get too big and get to thinking that their don't stink
If you don't talk about it, then how would a nigga know what the fucc you be doing
Those perkys and that lean got all your hard work ruined
The code has always been don't talk on them phones
Now wire taps got em trapped and now you got a new home
Kids gonna suffer, your momma gonna be the one thats feeling ya pain
All that hard work to get on top now it's all down the drain......damn
Who will “Come Out” for Jesus?
I often wonder; “do people know what life is about?”
As I hear about another person who’s “coming out.”
They often talk about “coming out” with “nothing to hide.”
And often talk with much boastfulness and pride.
The news media is often quick to make this the “breaking news.”
But in the end, they’re all become very “confused!”
The Bible says we’ve all sinned and fallen short of God’s glory.
I know that this will not make the news, or the local story.
It also talks about sin and the sinful depravity of man.
In the last days, there’ll be a wickedness throughout the land!
It talks about as in the days of Noah, so it’ll be as today!
Where many of the Godly morals will be
“tossed and thrown away.”
If someone is “coming out.”
Perhaps they should go back in.
And ask God to cleanse and forgive them of every sin.
I decided to come out for Jesus! Will you join me?
I want to be an example of his holiness
and how much he loves me!
The kind of life the Bible designed, is the best one for me!
The righteousness and holiness of God,
is the best thing for me!
I’m proud of Jesus! But not of the things that I’ve done.
I need forgiveness of the blood of God’s precious son!
To be honest with you... I’m ashamed of the way I’ve lived!
I need to be cleansed by God! And his power to forgive!
Thank you Jesus for cleansing my life
from the inside out!
You are God! And you’re what life is all about!
By Jim Pemberton
On a sad day, on a bad day, sun was bright
I went out for a walk, round the block
Everything looked the same in the light
Not a single orange vest, no road work
Passed the houses and church down the street
Then I took a left turn to embankment
Passed the linden alley smelling so sweet
Up the hill to my home then I went
Was I feeling too bad, or too sad
On a sad day, on a bad day
No I felt pretty distant from that
To be honest with you, miles away.
Donald Trump rejected Gal-Up poll
Reporting it "was pure hyperbole
"To be honest with you
There is naught I can do
My tax returns fell down that Black Hole!