Best Undemanding Poems
If love is sharing,
Heartfelt caring
Always being by someone's side.
If love is giving
Knowing the joy of living
A deep down feeling of pride.
If love is heart thumping,
Excitement,nerves jumping
Never knowing quite what to expect.
If love is yearning,pleasing
Playfully teasing
Yet treating another with respect.
If love is tears and laughter
Cuddles, and what comes after
That feeling of indescribable sweetness.
If love is quiet and content,
Time well spent
An overall sense of completeness.
If love is wanting,yet undemanding,
Patient,understanding
Tries to see another's point of view.
If love little tussles and fights
Then putting things to rights
The way only lovers can and do.
If love is growing old together
Commitment from the heart forever,
Being bound to someone yet feeling free,
In life the passion and the pain,
Yet through it the constant gain
Then let LOVE be for all our destiny.
I sometimes,
through the noise of disaffection,
hear a distant song,
with soothing comfort in its embrace,
a calling reminding in its humanity,
an echo of peace once owned
but pawned for transient needs.
Its undemanding lyric beckons without command,
reasons in metaphors
and smiles knowingly with intent.
From fading vision,
its sound grows dimmer,
even as its need grows stronger.
Would if only I could join in its refrain.
Its melody might resonate in needful spirit
to mend this weary heart
and return the memories
of why I scaled its notes.
Distant Things Contest
Sponsored By John Lawless 06/09/2016
We did not choose Africa.
It chose us.
There's no Africa without us.
For a while
we thought the Berlin Conference
would change us, but
nothing changed us, not even
the colonial rituals you brought, not even
the whole Era of Apartheid, and the
plunder of our wealth.
We gave everything
and asked nothing in return.
We are cheap and very undemanding.
We are a well behaved and disciplined people,
with our lies and our smiles
and stories about our lives.
We did not know the meaning of gods
that men look like them despite appearances.
To learn about the world,
to discover the one we were deprived of,
we opened our innocence.
After so many prophecies
sweating and breathless and confused
our scattered souls are frozen.
Did you ever realize at all
what was happening to us?
You will find us again between the heart
and mind, where disgraced
we'll dance together again, but to a song
you and us would never choose to hear,
in the name of something new
and feel our fate in what we cannot know.
This is our Africa.
And we are present, the end
or beginning of humanity
feeding with the dead,
with you surrounding us
composing our world
We are it: it is us
whose beauty wavers with us
violated beyond all imagining
whose old wounds are scarred on our skulls
whose democracy lies in griefs and sorrows
clothed in institutionalized despair
we are perpetually reinventing time.
It is your turn now,
your turn to follow us.
There's no Africa without us.
I’m standing solemnly contemplating
How ageing lighthouses independents
Have become Maritimes normality
With beacons becoming statutory
Now standing shimmering silhouetted
You’re shining flawlessly undemanding
The hopeful monument oblivious
To seamen’s abounding adorations
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
09.22.2014
Contest: The Lighthouse
Nette Onclaud
7th
I saw a kindly friend in church today--
I say "a friend" because I know her well
Like all the rest, her name, address, the way
She smiles and says, "good morning," takes
Her seat four seats away from mine.
An hour later we chat pleasantly
Exchanging greetings, polite concerns, feeling
Nothing.
I stopped in town to see a relative
We get along, but don't see eye to eye--
A bit of cake, a cup of tea, a word
Or two.."how are the kids?" Answers we
Already know, and I go home.
"I see you're back. How soon till lunch?
Where is the paper? The TV guide? The puppy
Food? Did you forget? You seem upset."
No, I'm fine.
I shut them out, believing they don't really care
So long as clothes are clean and lunch is there
On time. I sign on to the Internet..
American On Line, and see a friend.
Your words on screen, your picture near at hand,
Your voice recalled like music in my mind....
You read a phrase or two and understand
And send your gentle words through fiberoptic
Lines to soothe an empty heart. Our fingers touch
The keys--in unison at times as thoughts
Identical connect our hearts.
I watch for you, and you for me
And breath a small contented sigh that you are here,
And that even distanced as we are
You know and care.
Some acquaintance calls---a mundane thing.
Our physical connection will be lost,
But your voice, your face, your imagined touch,
Your undemanding love, your words
Will give me strength for one more day--will tuck
themselves into the hollow spots--and shield
My heart from those so close they cannot see.
The Female Migrant
A customs official found a suitcase with a forgotten
Syrian refugee lady in it, he took her home blew life
into her and he was no longer alone.
Bought her sexy underwear skirt and blouse and
a bicycle pump and no longer did he bother going out
drinking beer with his fellow officers.
A perfect little refugee she was so undemanding
and silent not for her to turn her back complaining
of a headache and other female ailments.
After wild night they had done it five times, she had
she had shrunk a morning there was a tear somewhere
in her vulva, that could not be repaired or glued.
With manly logic, he blamed the refugees swamping his
country living off the fat of the land doing nothing and
thus, a love story ended on the scrap heap of humanity.
Things to do in 2022
Breathe in – breathe out
Listen more – talk less
Pay attention
To the needs of the undemanding
Look people in the eyes
(it’s all you can see nowadays)
Breathe in – breathe out
Curb my dog – and my tongue
Soften my sharp edges
Trim my nose hairs - frequently
Tell people I love them
Even though they know it
Stop arguing with inanimate objects
And
Breathe in – breathe out
John G. Lawless
©12/27/2021
Continuation of Brodsky’s History of the Twentieth Century
1918. A flu pandemic in Spain takes hold,
From Kansas over the seas in America bold,
Women’s suffrage win the vote,
Their opinion is not remote,
Russia switches from the Julian calendar,
To the Gregorian, the west’s larder,
Russia agrees the world war to leave,
To forsake the German swastika sleeve,
UK navy air flying squad merges with RAF,
To make one dynamic force, to the Nazi’s deaf,
The Finnish civil war ends which did distract,
Germany away from their vile, aggressive act,
Nazareth and Forest of Argonne battles won,
Allied forces break the Hindenburg line rung,
The First World War ends with freedom standing,
Democracies will liberate and love undemanding,
Austria, Czech, Hungary become Republics grand,
A peace conference is held in Paris’s free land.
The man of the year is William C “Billy” Durant,
The founding owner and President of General Motors,
He engineers automobiles with speed, at some current,
Like sliced bread off a line to be given coasters.
(Billy Durant)
After Billy bought Chevrolet motors,
Of Delaware, to take the market’s rotors,
He made its head into a new entity,
In General Motors company identity,
But this man, called Pierre S DuPont,
Stole his presidency with great foe,
So this chief man Billy bought bowling alleys,
But died unknown to his lucrative days:
But Durant asserted in money terms our friend,
Technology, after which the war did quickly end.
Reference: History of the Twentieth Century by Joseph Brodsky
My Little Dog
This little dog of mine, now three years old
is sometimes stubborn and independent,
but so like a child,
never wanting or venturing to leave my side.
A constant and faithful companion he reads my mind
and senses my needs, giving him playtime
is a pleasure, although sometimes
desirous of never ending.
These are simple pleasures of catching the ball
and laying out all his toys which he chooses and repeats
in childlike anticipation
of keeping close our bond.
How could a creature so small and undemanding
play such an important role?
By God's design and plan even in our aloneness,
we are given all we need
in
my little dog.
Innocence has its travails of
Losing the true identity of
Being touchy versus being sensitive.
I ruined many beautiful moments
Forsook my joys to reel in entanglements
Of lively public bantering as being abusive
A mild joke was a jab of cold heartedness
Brooding for days over the other's rudeness
Undervaluing true love by being hyperreactive
I left old love for foreign shores
Not on basis of personal wars
But reasons much more elaborative
Long distances and free of heart
I downsized my kiddish touchiness as advert
My heart became ruminatively introspective
I realised no man could live up to his demeanour and heart
A reversal of attitude transformed me with better art
I pined for his undemanding nature, now so laudative
I returned with a list of do's and dont's in my small fist
Loaded with more love for my compulsive humorist
Being a little calmative, relationships become more attractive
April 22, 2016
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan
All things have fallen to the wayside
And I cannot bring myself to go beyond the front door
The coffee table is messy with unopened mail
And haphazard cigarette ash
Dusty knickknacks are silent and undemanding
Each with its own place on the shelf
The past is nonsense, the present is nonsense
This life makes no sense
Breathe in breathe out don't breathe
Death is the only sensation ... cessation....
You are the gift . . .
first of its kind God granted me,
unrestrained joy in little boy;
heart bonded unto heart
more firmly knit than strongest glue.
You are the gift . . .
You are the gift . . .
and there were two,
sweet little girl, undemanding;
a giver from the day of birth,
Only God could create such love.
You are the gift . . .
You are the gift . . .
latest and last, my third charming delight,
a yellow daisy of a child
to warm my heart, my life.
You are the gift . . .
You are the gift . . .
three given; one taken away,
a treasure waiting over there,
making heaven more sweet, more fair.
You are the gift . . .
You are the gift . . .
God gave to me,
only He could understand more than a mother
what it means to give a child
for the sake of the world.
You are the gift . . .
Copyright, August 28, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Oh my God! Help me find understanding!
And not just of Yourself, also Man,
Let me search for the truth, undemanding,
Or in seeking self-worth in your plan.
Help me see life on Earth with Your values,
Guide me where I should be with Your heart,
Make “to walk in Your way” my decision,
And the servant’s role most favored part.
Let humility grow to be gifting,
And in service discover rewards,
May my poems be read as uplifting,
And life’s symphony heard in their chords.
Let me honor Your Son with each day’s break,
And His name be a rock for my prayers,
May I be faithful witness for Love’s sake,
And reveal Him in all my affairs.
And when night comes, at last, let me thank You,
For the times that You stood by my side,
Mystic ingénue, pursued by Christ's love
May His love for me be all my pride!
Long Tooth
March 7, 2017
ON THE DEATH OF A PET
When you finally realize he’s gone,
How he pad so benignly on your awareness
Something pulls at your soul –
A memory of other time
Of other life
Life so simple so undemanding
So loving
And of that consistent joy
Only a purloined whisper lingers.
Mr. Penny died November 4th, 2013
In a world that clings to rigid forms and norms,
A struggle stirs beneath society's gaze.
For souls who bear a truth that deeply transforms,
Transgender hearts navigate uncharted ways.
Within the depths of self, a battle fought,
To match the outer shell with inner truth.
They brave the judgment, hatred often sought,
Their courage shines, resilient through abuse.
From questioning to blossoming in grace,
They face the fear and doubts that others sow.
Each step a testament to strength and space,
Their journey, like a river, starts to flow.
Let's stand beside them, hearts compassionate,
Embracing diversity, love innate.
Together we shall forge a world anew,
Where gender's spectrum blooms, accepted, free,
With empathy, compassion ever true,
We'll build a future where all souls can be.
For transgender lives, the struggle's real,
Yet their resilience and beauty will prevail,
In unity, let's voice what they conceal,
And let their stories guide us, never fail.
Let's champion justice, love, and understanding,
Creating a world that's safe and undemanding.
In empathy, we'll walk this path as one,
Supporting trans lives till freedom's truly won.