Best Twenty Five Poems
Is a dessert costing twenty-five grand what you want?
You can find it in a Manhattan Upper East Side restaurant.
Made with twenty-one types of chocolate and sprinkled gold leaf,
this decadent frozen mousse is something beyond belief.
It comes in a twenty-three carat diamond-encrusted gold dish.
If you found Aladdin’s lamp, would eating this be your wish?
This would be something to brag about and quite nice.
However, the restaurant has been closed due to cockroaches and mice.
From a news story found on AOL.com
This was written a few years ago. The restaurant has reopened since.
The cars we have number twenty-five.
One is shaped like a royal bee hive.
Two are groovy, the blue one can certainly jive!
The red monster truck seems to be alive.
One is automatic and can self-propel-drive.
Jogger came by and asked my Cousin Chive,
Why are all these cars parked in front of that dive?
He chased him up the driveway in car twenty-five.
Paris gave us much
from romance to this plaster
white Eiffel Tower
Twenty-five ©
25 seconds: the time it
takes to fall in love….
25 minutes: into rehearsal
we have our first kiss….
25 hours: I am dreaming of
you….
25 days: I know it is just the
beginning….
25 weeks: we are having
“make up” sex….
25 months: stranded in
Tucson, I’m sling’in hash
and you.re ropin’ steers….
25 years: Best friends, still in
love, comfortable in our
own skins, at ease and
amused by each other’s
quirks.…
….shoring up each other’s
desires, choices, and
judgments, good or bad….
sustaining each other no
matter what…
loving each other no
matter why!
from book of poetry 'Butterflies and Bullets' available on Amazon
Twenty-five
25 seconds: the time it
takes to fall in love….
25 minutes: into rehearsal
we have our first kiss….
25 hours: I am dreaming of
you….
25 days: I know it is just the
beginning….
25 weeks: we are having
“make up” sex….
25 months: stranded in
Tucson, I’m sling’in hash
and you.re ropin’ steers….
25 years: Best friends, still in
love, comfortable in our
own skins, at ease and
amused by each other’s
quirks.…
….shoring up each other’s
desires, choices, and
judgments, good or bad….
sustaining each other no
matter what…
loving each other no
matter why!
Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets
Creative inspiration
Mixed with gas price inflation
Voluntary solitude
Welcomed ingratitude
Served the homeless in Manila
Then become a homeless college student
And mother in America
Racial discrimination justified
As manager proclaimed Black Girl
Unqualified
Gave Jesus his eviction note
While her abusive ex she couldn’t
Wait to promote
Self-employment had to end
As her car became uncooperative
Wrote poems and created soliloquies
Since the voice in her mind
Had to be freed
Degree hanging on the wall
While debt remained stacked 10 feet tall
Apathy knocked on the front door
While shame and disgust waxed the floor
Dreams of the American family
Burst into flames
Along with the hope of wisdom, wealth, and fame
Just like Edwin Starr, I have a long walk ahead of me.
A person needs strong and sturdy feet to walk twenty-five miles.
Walking will all be worth it because my woman waits at the end.
Robert Pettit for Nette Onclaud’s “On Your Feet” contest.
Fly away,
To a place where humanity lays,
Where do you think you'll be in 25 years?
We cant lie,
A part of us is gone when a loved one dies,
Where do you think you'll be in 25 years?
Winter will be cold,
I hope we all have someone to hold,
Where do you think you'll be in 25 years?
Pain and death has started to obscure
The hairs of a young girl are getting fewer,
The Doctors say she wont see 25 years.
A lasting love was once found,
For two young teens in an old town,
They are blessed to see 25 years.
The point I am trying to make,
Is that life is a gift that God can give or take,
So where do you think you'll be in 25 years?
He pushes me towards my goals,
He encourages me to chase my dreams,
He champions my poetry,
He makes me laugh, 'til I burst my seams.
He builds me up,
He picks me up when I fall,
He teaches me to appreciate life,
He make mes feel ten feet tall.
He tells me I can be, all I want to be,
He gives me so much hope,
He stands by my side,
He helps me when I can't cope.
He makes fun of me,
He puts up with my aches and pains,
He listens to my troubles,
He laughs when I'm being insane.
He makes me feel proud,
He brews an awesome cup of tea,
He lets me warm my feet on him,
He is the only man for me.
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Five
The Chief Executive gone a day doubled back to Hexagon
From Arcadian fields where old “friends” feasted the traditional bond
Took one look at road map and declared an Etat d’urgence
School boys and girls jumped up and down and gave thanks to High Heaven
Léon Blum chicks on the way to lycée swooned at Robo-Cop feet
While the Darling Dears in chador silk black looked daggers to greet
All around at lunch break the Faithful assuaged hunger slaked thirst
The mosque’s restaurant was caught short of green tea and couscous treat
Far too grave a problem rose with the need for instant relief
Spring stayed yet far away for wet winter to come to grief
Leafy bushes still being scarce nor tree trunks of decent cover
Long queues formed at public conveniences or where grows belief
On the routes and roads shops hotels restaurants and gas stations
Took a toll from urgent users of their private dire motions
Though none could stop cirri of turds piling up on pavements
Nor the armies of street vendors with pizzas in demi-portions
From down the route the gypsy camp a pebble’s throw away
Steamed sullen women and hapless children up and down the way
Crying ZAKAT with extended hands from pilgrims come to pray
While Robo-Cops exchanged places with a relief force in array
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Quote By Poet: "As one year ends ~ another is waiting to begin. What will the New Year bring? Only time will tell."
It is almost here twenty, twenty-five,
it is great to be alive.
There is a lady at the end of my street,
we just met and that was so neat.
How did we not know each other,
will she become like a second mother?
My neighbors I must discover,
guess I will go uncover.
It is important to say hello,
and put a smile on each face that will glow.
This will be the best year ever,
with many new friends forever.
Twenty-five wounded pedestrians,
At my door...
Twenty -five
Barely alive...
What should I do?
Call twenty-five ambulances?
Twenty-five EMS?
How'd I ever,
Get in this mess?
Why's everyone always comin'
To my door?
Has it got twenty-five
Pheromones?
Twenty-five scents?
Twenty-five invitations?
Perhaps I've gone mad
And no-one's there
I sit in my room,
And at the wall stare
Till they come to get me
Who-ever they are
If I answer the door,
They'll put my brain in a jar.
Number Twenty-Five
I was the newcomer to the group
A bored and hungry chauffeur
There on a cold day for hot soup,
Sandwich and the attitude de jour
The afternoons spent there are now
Among my favorite memories today
Because of the warm people and how
They encouraged and showed me the way
The Matriarch of number twenty-five
Was the petite, genteel Miss Shirley
A lady from Scotland, so very alive
But to see her, I’d have to be early
Then all the way from France
Was Jan: both sister and mother
My advisor as I’d give her the chance
A sweet lady much unlike any other
Paul and his wife were so cool
So encouraging, an inspiration
Their words would be a tool
Their marriage, my aspiration
There was Pam, the older sister
Who was so easy to talk to
Though I frequently missed her
I was always there on cue
Jeff, Stan and that one dude
Always kept conversation alive
Good company, good food
At Waffle House twenty-five
Twenty Twenty Five
By Franklin Price
12/28/2024
In three more days, this year is done
We'll welcome in another one
Twenty four will take the dive
And twenty five will be alive
The century is twenty 0ne
A quarter through, since first begun
The yongest ones born in the last
Are all adults and some have past
Most vets from the biggest war
Are gone now, and are no more
Those who are left, are gone now soon
As is the first man to the moon
Time does not stop for you or me
One year older we will be
When tweny five comes to an end
On that, my friend, you may depend
So live your life, as you see fit
Do not make a waste of it
This coming year enjoy your time
That's why I wrote this New Year's rhyme
There was once a man named Barnaby Lars
Who had spent twenty-five years behind bars
Now it ain't what you might think
He could concoct a great drink
At Clancy's Saloon smoking fine cigars