Best Trusted Poems
Tree branches bowed under the weight of the snow,
like penitents kneeling, as Christmas shoppers reveled
in the joy of the season. I left the house and struggled
through the snow-clogged streets to meet a man
I hadn't seen in years. He was the model of discretion,
a confidant. I could always count on his fidelity and trust.
I shivered, pulled the scarf more tightly round my neck,
and pushed my way through the milling crowds to await
his arrival. And there he was. The old familiar shambling gait,
the oft-worn brown fedora perched upon his head,
and suddenly I felt better.
I chose a dimly lighted tavern. We ordered drinks and dinner;
linguini and shrimp, a dish for which we shared a common relish.
Our conversation was tentative at first, until the effects
of the alcohol loosened our tongues, and we talked of Oxford,
days full of happy memories.
But later, as the evening wore on and the tavern's customers
left with errands of their own, we were left alone.
Silence descended. Thoughts of earlier in the day came crashing
down upon me. He sensed something was wrong, as he always did.
"She left me," I blurted out, sobbing uncontrollably.
He said nothing, and gently squeezed my hand.
All the leaves turned and waved
Before the darkness turned them grey
And buried 'neath the scarlet sins
Were skies so red the poppy grins
"Heed not your torment" old crows caw
"The carriage ride belongs to all"
As monotone the workmen chant
Sixpence for stipples love's recant
"The day will come" the old tree swayed
"Tho seasons change and hearts will fray,
Steadfast your beacon, pointed north,
And hallowed be, your love go forth"
11/24/23
At dinner, Zach asks
about our nation's history, wars.
I say We're taking on everyone, one at a time.
First Britain, then Britain again: "He was the surly English pluck, and
there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be."
Next Mexico: "Death is indifferent to what hide he tans; life crushes men
like flies."
The War Between the States: "Well done, Mr. Cromartie. Time now
for rest."
Most of Latin America: "Not only humans longed for liberation. All
ecology groaned for it too. The revolution is also one of lakes,
rivers, trees, animals."
Then Southeast Asia: "The slight bump the mortars make as they kiss
the tube goodbye. Then the furious rain, a fist driving home the
message: Boy, you don't belong here."
Now the Middle East: "A land to be admired like all lands. Harsh
mountains and deserts, indigenous plants and people, adapted
ungulates, carnivorous mammals."
Can't forget the Krauts & Nips: "Then I heard the bomber call me in:
Little Friend, Little Friend, I got two engines on fire. Can you see
me, Little Friend?"
Nor the Commies: "You mixed up farewell to an epoch with the
beginning of a new one. I put this book here for you, who once
lived, so that you should visit us no more."
The original indigenous people say: "In time wexll become prosperous,
or else we'll become martyrs. The force that placed us here cannot
be trusted."
Red#1
Entry #3
2-23-12
I'm hated, frustrated, and mostly agitated
I'm feeling fated, unrelated, undated, and overrated
(Favoritism, a person's alcoholism)
I'm an anarchist
And I think I'm a masochist
Maybe YOU should perform an exorcist?
I wanna hit you with my fist
You're a never ending twist
I'm your belated friend
You make my life want to end
You make the rules bend
Your lies extend
This is why I'm no longer your friend
You lied straight to my face
Like being sprayed by mace
Stabbed me in the back
Made me have a panic attack
Now I'm gonna get you back
You stupid hack
You need to stop your act!
Like a blank canvas and nothing to paint
I stare into oblivion with no sign of life
Body a statue, so tense locked tight
A darkness a shadow, will never leave my sight
To someone so little a very trusting existance
On reflection such an intrusion of innocence
Adults speak such lies which look like truth
Freightened, confused, just run and hide
Locked away files, memories stored in the mind
Permanent, cannot be erased, scared for life
Sometimes thoughts stone cold, my heart is dead
To this day fight to feel free, a will to the very end
Form:
Tree branches bowed under the weight of the snow,
like penitents kneeling, as Christmas shoppers
reveled in the joy of the season.
I left the house and struggled through the snow-clogged streets
to meet a man I hadn't seen in years.
He was the model of discretion then, a confidant.
I could always count on his fidelity and trust.
I shivered, pulled the scarf more tightly round my neck,
and pushed my way through the milling crowds
to await his arrival. And there he was.
The old familiar shambling gait,
the oft-worn brown fedora perched upon his head,
and suddenly I felt better.
I chose a dimly lighted tavern.
We ordered drinks and dinner; linguini and shrimp,
a dish for which we shared a common relish.
Our conversation was tentative at first,
until the effects of the alcohol loosened our tongues,
and we talked of Oxford, days full of happy memories.
But later, as the evening wore on and the tavern's
customers left with errands of their own, we were left alone.
Silence descended. Thoughts of earlier in the day
came crashing down upon me.
He sensed something was wrong, as he always did.
"She left me," I blurted out, sobbing uncontrollably.
He said nothing, and gently squeezed my hand.
What more could I ask for?
How much more could I be blessed?
Father God looks down from heaven
In His presence, I find rest
Built for such a purpose
Equipped with all there's to possess
Lonely's not an option
Hopelessness can now find rest
Perseverance always wins again
Each battle, victory won
You are my utmost trusted friend
Another? There's not one
I will never forget that special winter way back when,
all the neighborhood children were making snow angels, and big lopsided snowmen.
However, that was not the case with myself, and Dottie, and old trusty Wuffy.
The three of us hunkered down in our make believe wooden boat,
I thank goodness for Captain Wuffy for keeping us warm, with his winter coat.
As we set our anchor down, using the heaviest chain we could find,
The field of snow became our ocean, as it glistened and shined.
Captain Wuffy stood guard, and assured that we were unharmed.
Never once was Betty nor I alarmed.
As our little wooden boat, sheltered us through the storm,
Captain Wuffy kept us entertained with his tricks he performed.
Until the sound of our mother's voice called us in,
we looked forward to when our next adventure could begin.
With diamond like skin, she cut me deep with her venomous attitude
Frustrated at the sound of her voice,
nauseous at the smell of her breath
My blood pressure boils angrily,
turning my head into a tea pot
As she slithers closer to me, my skin begins to crawl
For she is slimy like the wettest reptile
...dedicated to John Barrick Cecil
Tree branches bowed under the weight of the snow,
like penitents kneeling, as Christmas shoppers
reveled in the joy of the season.
I left the house and struggled through the cobbled streets
to meet a man I hadn't seen in years.
He was the model of discretion then, a confidant.
I could always count on his fidelity and trust.
I shivered, pulled the scarf more tightly round my neck,
and pushed my way through the milling crowds
to await his arrival. And there he was.
The old familiar shambling gait,
the oft-worn brown fedora perched upon his head,
and suddenly I felt better.
I chose a dimly lighted tavern.
We ordered drinks and dinner; linguini and shrimp,
a dish for which we shared a common relish,
our conversation tentative at first,
until the effects of the alcohol loosened our tongues,
and we talked of Oxford, days full of happy memories.
But later, as the evening wore on and the tavern's
customers left with errands of their own, we were left alone.
Silence descended. Thoughts of earlier in the day
came crashing down upon me.
He sensed something was wrong, as he always did.
"She left me," I blurted out, sobbing uncontrollably.
He said nothing, and gently squeezed my hand.
Tree branches bowed under the weight of the snow,
like penitents kneeling, as Christmas shoppers reveled
in the joy of the season. I left the house and struggled
through the snow-clogged streets to meet a man
I hadn't seen in years. He was the model of discretion,
a confidant. I could always count on his fidelity and trust.
I shivered, pulled the scarf more tightly round my neck,
and pushed my way through the milling crowds to await
his arrival. And there he was. The old familiar shambling gait,
the oft-worn brown fedora perched upon his head,
and suddenly I felt better.
I chose a dimly lighted tavern. We ordered drinks and dinner;
linguini and shrimp, a dish for which we shared a common relish.
Our conversation was tentative at first, until the effects
of the alcohol loosened our tongues, and we talked of Oxford,
days full of happy memories.
But later, as the evening wore on and the tavern's customers
left with errands of their own, we were left alone.
Silence descended. Thoughts of earlier in the day came crashing
down upon me. He sensed something was wrong, as he always did.
"She left me," I blurted out, sobbing uncontrollably.
He said nothing, and gently squeezed my hand.
She placed her dreams in starshine's bright design
where she believed the galaxy would guard them
from incidents and accidents that might shard them.
She trusted stars to lifelong harmonize love's song.
Wearing confident styles, she traversed fickle miles
before finding a grand love that would surely thrive.
Now, she barely manages life or pajamas without strife.
Gone is her strong and else she wished meant to belong.
Her frantic emotions fast crashed in gray-bashed static
and just her sofa holds her in tear splotchy folds.
Wishing to be free of depressions dark torture spree,
she lives with heart bruises and painful mind debris.
Numbness blurs her pathetic in swirls of decrepit
that pick at her feel-fabric already shredded traumatic.
She cannot define when their end started its doomed sway
but recalls when he left with her 'besty' on a final, total away.
You told me you'd stop!
You promised you would change
I supported you, I stuck up for you!
I TRUSTED YOU!!
I argued with friends and family
Got annoyed when they would slag you off
they were ment to be your friend
But I trusted you!
It didn't matter to me what they said
All that mattered was that you were changing
You told me you'd stop
And I trusted you!
Only you haven't stopped have you?
And you'll never change will you?
I trusted you
And you betrayed me!
Form:
What’s the point in hanging on any longer?
When the boy who called u his baby his done?
When he is fed up with your crap and says u don’t care
What’s the point in hanging on?
When that boy you trusted everything with wants to destroy you
When that boy who used to whisper you’re my everything now declares you as nothing
What’s the point in hanging on?
When this boy who won’t look at you in the halls because its your fault?
Why shouldn’t you let go?
When everyone says that he’s speaking things of you?
Why shouldn’t you let go?
When your friend calls you and says honey I’m concerned
Why shouldn’t you let go?
When you read your emails that detail your journey with him?
How can you let go?
When you think about lying on his bed playing videogames
How can you let go?
When you remember him rubbing your back just so you get over your fight with your mom?
How can you let go?
When you consider everything he’s done for you
How can you let go
When you realize that he’s stuck it out the longest any other boy?
How can you let go?
When you find out about his new girlfriend
What are you to do?
When you hear her talking about him to a friend
What are you to do?
When you see them exchanging words in the hallway
How are you supposed to feel?
When he doesn’t answer texts
When he doesn’t respond to emails
When he talks bad about you to the world
When he can’t look you in the eye
When he says hey it’s your fault-
What’s the point in hanging on?
Because he’s taken so much with him
Your pride, your determination, your ambition, your heart, your soul, your laugh, and he’s
taken your will to survive.
What’s the point in hanging on?
All he left you with was tears to cry and a heart to fill.
So what’s the point in hanging on?
I trusted you, you stupid fool
How could you be so cruel
I loved you, with all my heart
Merry meet, merry part
You told me things without batting an eye
Little did I know these things were a lie
I gave you all you ask for
I never ever shut the door
I thought that I could make you happy
But now all I feel is really crappie
Rest well you stupid fool
Because now is my time to be cruel