Best Twists Poems
Topics of conversation seem to change as we approach maturity.
As kids we talked of love - now it's lumbago and social security!
It once was enlightening to simply discuss the weather,
But now it's a litany of their ills when oldsters get together!
When a teen we bragged about that first voluptuous kiss.
Now all we can do is talk about such and lamentably reminisce!
Girls whispered amongst themselves and cast a furtive glance,
At the high school "hunk" pining for a torrid romance!
In our courting days, sweet talk we'd whisper in the other's ear.
Now it seems we must yell to be heard unlike in yesteryear!
As married folks we debated about money, bills and kids,
Exasperating table-pounding sessions where we'd flip our lids!
Seems that no matter where senior brethren congregate,
With each other their aches and pains they must enunciate,
Discussing the woes of arthritis, phlebitis and laryngitis,
Bronchitis, bursitis, gingivitis, dermatitis and gastritis!
I reckon I could simply say, "Gee, you're looking swell!"
Then perhaps upon these gloomy topics they might not dwell.
I enjoy repartee with folks about religion, politics and sports,
But talk of doom and gloom leaves me sorta outta sorts!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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*Like Caesar I wrote this in the 3rd person:)
In third person he talks just like Caesar
Stuffing bagfuls of sweets in the freezer
Mumbles loud in his sleep
An appointment can’t keep
Often plucks at his brows with a tweezer.
With false tan he conceals his complexion
In shop windows inspects his reflection
Cracks his fingers and neck
And exclaims ‘What the heck!’
When he drinks has no sense of direction.
He’s allergic to pollen and sneezes
Throwing up at the smell of blue cheeses
Hair extensions he wears
When it’s windy he swears
Swallows tablets in fear of diseases.
He invents and tells lies for no reason
Any week any month any season
Does it all with a smirk
(Yes, that’s also a quirk!)
In a cell he could end for high treason!
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For the Contest “Quirks”
Hosted by Madison Demetros
© 9th February 2018
Though the father of the heathen family is a snob, the mother does blather with others and tethers their cattle with withered leathers whether the weather is warm or not. Neither she loathes any others nor fails to be blithe at the advent of the lithe spring at the southern coast of Southampton where with brotherly affection together run hither and thither sheathers and wethers.
Life is full of twists
Nobody's will be perfect.
One has to go through the mists
To see what exists
In ones mind since we are our own architect.
Life is full of twists.
Choose a path I insist
Is that laughter I detect?
One has to go through the mists
To see what we missed
Do you want to continue or disconnect?
Life is full of twists
We can't resist
So once in a while we have to reflect.
One has to go through the mists
Did you do all that was on your list?
A,B or C which door did you select?
Life is full of twists
One has to go through the mists
Undermining base
Furtive steps during a year
Revealed false foundation
Hidden behind three fake smiles
Discovering covered lies
the right notes,
rhythmically in place,
entice the held and unrefined
to become free...
matching the speed of attention
like a turned head facing the horizon,
pondering in solitude the multitudes,
feeling strong twisting waves
like love.
we have no control.
and the speed of that realm cannot compare,
the timing is beyond perfect,
unavoidably implicit,
becoming that horizion...
the wind...
and smiles...
and eyes...
how can we hold onto this?
Life is hard and the times are harsh,
Here and there I run in a mad dash,
Not knowing where to head,
Nor where my life is by fate and fortune led.
I don't think that all is fine,
My head swirls as if spun by wine;
I know not east from west.
Where I'm destined heavens know best.
I hope that someone will one day tell me,
What is wrong with me that I don't see.
Perhaps I entertain a lot of hope;
More faith than the world can cope.
Meanwhile I'll roam the streets of life alone,
For all my childish joys are gone.
Not Papa is there to hold my hand,
Nor Mama to walk me through that spectacular sand.
I trust in one God above,
Whom Papa used to say is full of love
And is there for those mired in want and sin,
And those without friend and kin.
Now I tread upon the highway of loneliness,
Knowing neither failure nor success,
Only walking alone with moderate speed,
Unwilling to guess where this path may lead.
At the tender age of twenty-three
Carl took his leave of family
He'd put his stock in friends, he said
One year later, happily wed
Life was easy, an ocean breeze
His siblings, Carl loved to tease
Mocking their holiday get-togethers
He toasted his friends in Vegas weather
The years passed, memories faded
Carl and his wife fully persuaded
They'd done the right thing, sans regrets
Although no children did they beget
But Carl took ill, then his wife left him
Life took a U-turn... painful... grim...
Distant memories of a caring home
Awakened Carl's nostalgia zone
So despite himself, Carl picked up the phone
~ Family long gone, address unknown
You turn an age it dawns on you
This twist you've taken, you must stop
You turn in a new direction
But by a twist of fate you flop!
If you turn that which is anchored
Then that turn becomes a twist
So now with this new twisted turn
You wonder of, what was dismissed!
Turn up, turn down, or twist around
Turns and twists are everywhere
Do you know where you might have been,
If all those twists and turns weren't there?
So twist the wheel of fate around
For your next turn, give it a spin
Which ever way that you might twist
It turns to where, it should have been!
The possibilities are endless,
Everything is here.
I've always looked for my own bliss
While I blindly fought the fear
That's created in my own mind
While I shiver in the cold,
Waiting for someone to be kind
And save me fore I'm old.
But the possibilities are ending,
Everything is gone
That I used for my own mending
When I saw I was a pawn.
My eyes needed to be open
And I saw just how to play
This game that I was thrown in
And survived but one more day.
But these ups and downs are too great
For my weary soul to take.
I'm forever leaning on my crutch
And my heart will always break.
Consistency will be mine.
Never was it before.
Beyond the vast limits of time,
I shall progress forever more.
All of my regret will wash away somehow
But i still cannot forget the way i feel right now...
To all the hearts i broke
Knowingly and unknowningly
I never meant to hurt you
Neither did i know i could hurt like this.
All i did was in the name of having fun
What was i thinking?
Believe me, i feel so sorry not just for you
But for myself.
Right now, i know how much i hurt you.
I got served... i have been paid back
in my own coin ... i guess!
So long, how fate works
Nemesis has caught up with me
It's the twists and turns of fate,
You can say that again...
Might take time... time heal wound(s)
But i know someday, in these little hours,
You'll forgive me.
A street hawker in Port-Harcourt prays that God provides heavily congested traffic
A rich man in Lagos prays to avoid every congested traffic
All these people are children of God
After all, whether from the church or mosque, they both pray to the same God
At this point I would ask if God shall rob Peter to pay Paul
Are we not Oliver Twists after all?
When a girl becomes a woman, she prays to God to become a mother
When her fetus comes of age, she prays to God for safe delivery
When her baby begins to grow, she prays to God to keep her baby
When her baby is won and grown, she prays to God for grandchildren
Sometimes I wonder why a boy must become a man
Sometimes I wonder why a girl must become a mother
Sometimes I wonder why there is day and night
Sometimes I wonder why I am even asking these questions
Somehow I knew the answer when I read Oliver Twist
When the kitchen is stuffed and the cabinet spaces not blank.
When there is excess money in the bank,
we may not find much reason to cook.
Only the rich or wealthy says life if good.
Only a hungry stomach asks for food.
Only Oliver Twist asks for more
Most of the time, it seems
Plans change, plots twist
Dreams replace dreams
Hopes are swapped for hopes
Visions, wishes, desires
Metamorphose from one to another
We don’t always see it coming
But the change arrives on gentle
Whispers of moonlight and stardust
Winding through the paths of
Lightening bolt promises, echoing
Wonder that fades from the shadows
Of a kind and caring spirit
Who knows that change, though feared
Is sometimes better than the original
Plan, the idea, sometimes the plot
Twist brings out the best story
Change is the stuff legends
Are made from even though we don’t
Enjoy the conversion at first
Once adjusted to the difference
We find our hearts praising
The One who gives us the ultimate
Change, the change of a heart
Who believes in the Son, who died
So that we might have life
And have it to the full…
Change, sometimes, is good!
All those twists and turns
to this place now bring me,
amidst humps and bumps
on long, deserted highways.
Failures far too many to count,
success very few in between;
discouragements strewn all over
dragging, pulling me down under.
Yet mighty proud to surrender
though the spirit grows weary,
while faint lights out yonder
endlessly flicker, beckoning.
So here I am proudly standing,
proclaiming hey, I am winning!
thanks to an inner fire that burns,
unfazed by those twists and turns.
Being adopted at 6 weeks I was gone
to live in countryside brought much joy
there I was free to fill me with fresh air
pre-school was great just as a little boy
But school came to hate each day
so glad to reach 15 to get away
suffered stammer so stopped me on track
socially unable, so shy and reserve I did stay
Got wed at 28 sadly Jean passed away
then came to believe God to receive salvation
this changed me coming spiritually alive
Jesus my friend and saviour so full revelation
At 37 remarried to Christine so in love
now been wed 30 years simply amazing
in these years in myself got stronger
increase in faith for God be praising
In all the twist and turns of life
looking back God's been so true
providentially taking me on His route
I know I trust Jesus loving Him I do