Best Understandably Poems
Her hearing and sight were taken away
When she was just about two years old,
She struggled to become what she did -
An example, brilliant and bold.
Helen Keller was bright minded,
On hope she always did dwell
She was not only an icon for the struggling,
But for the fit and healthy as well.
“It was in the dreary month of February”
That into emptiness she fell -
She lived with her sense of touch,
Taking walks was her respite from hell.
She was seven when Annie Sullivan came
And completely changed her life,
An amazing teacher, sincere and kind -
Soon, Helen was over her strife.
She learnt to ‘hear' by touching
The lips of those who talked,
She could only manage random sounds -
Yet she was never mocked.
Under the guidance of Ms. Annie,
Helen improved in her speech,
She perfected herself in the art of Braille
And soon, she began to teach!*
She dreamt of going to college -
Her wish, of course, came true.
Her caring classmates bought her a pup
And wrote a verse on her too.
She had a group of admirers
Like Graham Bell and Mark Twain.
She gave her life to study and learn -
Her efforts did not go in vain.
Helen Keller was a great woman -
She’ll forever stay in my mind,
And I hope in the midst of her troubles,
That happiness and joy she did find.
She never bent her head, she always held it high -
She looked at the world straight in the eye.^
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* :- She taught people about values, once able to speak understandably
Her classmates' poem wrote for her :-
Beside her task our efforts pale,
She never knew the world for fail;
Beside her triumphs ours are naught,
For hers were far more dearly brought.
^ :- From her own quote
among you and I and among us all
remains a feeling of shallow intoxication
that seems to play on and on and on in our respective heads
as everyone important to us has gone on to some beautiful destiny
I sit here amongst the caucasion sleeves of paper on the floor of my chamber
the numbness of the so called "art" on the radio
mommy, I have done it
as the winter approaches, we batten down ourselves for the impending darkness
snow ensconces the dull tundra of all the acres
understandably blundered by the wings of burden and shame
I toil with the literature of my past and the science of my future
I thought I found you at least a dozen times, but you weren't you
daddy, throw another log on the fire
is there mercy in this chaos and this uncertainty?
will I ever retain escape velocity and leave this earth?
I must leave this place and find sanctity elsewhere
no doctor revive me, no professional conversationalists, please.
mommy, daddy, take me home.
the shoreline thunders, with the red clay -- imitating dover
I stare down at the mercurial wash of the crushing tides
special sequins rain down into the fundy sea below
I shall wake the wight inside of me
and destroy the pain inside of thee.
mommy, daddy -- rape the teeth from within my head
to paint a better picture of the son you thought you knew
brother, I miss you and your insolent charm.
but little monster, I think I will stay for you.
Shaken, angry and scared is the family that was once three
Each parent accusing the other of murder in the second degree
But just who would set the fire while their only child was inside
Their faces register horror, realizing someone could have died
Watching them from the observation room I'm increasingly intrigued
The yelling finally ceasing as they become understandably fatigued
A troubled marriage led them to live in separate houses for almost a year
The husband citing lack of 'love' and wife stating he drank too much beer
Fire broke out in the mother's house after dad left after visiting son
Family room in flames, out the door mom and boy had to quickly run
Fire department said fire was set deliberately with a bic lighter
Luckily no one was hurt and fire quickly extinguished by a fire fighter
Their son sits alone across the room, withdrawn and very stressed
Each time his parents bicker, he becomes a little more distressed
Drawing pictures on paper of his family smiling in happier times
Of them in house on a hill, hanging from the porch, musical chimes
The house he draws is where he lived up until almost a year ago
His mother moved out the family home with her 8 year old son in tow
It becomes obvious to me that it's the boy who has set the fire
So his family can live in one house, to rewind time is his desire
I enter the interrogation room and say to the boy, "I understand"
"Sometimes things don't always work out the way we have planned"
He whispers, " I'm sorry", as guilty tears of relief roll down his face
The sergeant states, 'case closed', as mom and dad their son embrace
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Amongst the oaks and the maples and shrubbery so green
Runs a translucent flow, a stream so pristine
It's meandering contours hugging the land
Takes me back to the day, we met unplanned
The sky was pale blue on this hot summers day
Cotton wool clouds in mesmerising display
It's as if you could reach out and brush with your hand
This candy floss coating ceiling our land
Many meadows I walked through capturing the sounds
Listening to her marvels in cinema surround
Technicolour rainbows so radiant to the eye
Such beauty in nature, understandably why
I reach the turn-style that leads to the forest walk
Listening to the breeze through the trees as if they talk
These pillars of stature, as old as grandfathers years
Many stories they could tell, that would bring you to many tears
As I stroll through the leafy lanes, mapped out over many years
Trampled underfoot by it's inhabitants, badgers and beautiful red deer
I now reach the stream as I follow it's meandering flow
To a pool at it's end where past maidens bathed in glow
My ears now pick up sounds of singing and a splashing
Resonating from the pool, a glimpse of pink now flashing
A lady stands before me, bathing in the stream
Scarlet clothing in sporadic lay, am I in some kind of dream
I call out to this beauty as she turns and looks at me
Towards the bank she walks, and invites me in with she
Knee deep in crystal waters our bodies close in touch
My clothing now drifts away, the two of us in clutch
Into our eyes we both now look as blood flows through my veins
Her touch is soft and gentle, my hands now stroke her mane
Deeper we edge out as she floats and hugs my waist
The two of us in join in this beautiful serene quiet place
Our emotion creates commotion as our undulations reach the shore
Ripples of joy they are as underwater hands explore
The coldness incites a reaction, in pert and firm caress
In delightful blend we release, two souls in loving press
Kissing we reach the bank, on her summer dress we lie
Sighing in breathless spoon, we stare at the green canopy sky
Many, many hours have passed, lying naked below the peeking sun
This is the day I met my scarlet woman, the day our lives began
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Long tennis matches stretch on and on for love of deuce,
While endless freight trains mercifully end with a little red caboose.
Domestic snits could be shortened dramatically with a fruit juice truce,
Though kids keep on playing 'Super Elite 4' when they might be watching
'The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle the Moose.'
Some highly-paid accountants play with their clients' numbers, fast and loose,
As weight-loss specialists do patients' expanding waistlines fail to reduce.
More and more often gynecologists must early labor unexpectedly induce,
So that a healthy, social-media-acceptable baby be rapidly produced.
Romantic poets with winsome words do their audiences seduce,
Since philosophers do airtight, logical conclusions no longer deduce.
Injun squaws are still known to carry their young ones in a papoose.
Whereas a hanging by a noose is a custom quite understandably out of use.
And, of course, the current Oval Office Occupant continues to rule the roost
By tweeting, texting, and twittering a refuse-storm gallopingly profuse.
Which all leads to the inevitable, inescaple, perhaps irrefutable con-cluse
That some people will and others won't throw up their hands, saying
"What's the Use?!"
perfectly-placed pleats
admirable rear
other interests
wandering eyes hurt
understandably
potential problems
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written 3/26/2021
(Inspired by Picture #3)
For "Tableau 2" Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Composed using PS "Syllable Counter"
I over heard Momma Bear telling Papa Bear to get a better job,
You remember him from the Goldilocks fame, yessiree-bob.
Our Trolls in Mayham Falls, in the quest, he came across,
And in my experience this could be his complete loss.
He asked for their help, and I have found this very clear,
That having Trolls on the Internet is something to fear.
He explained to the Trolls he would like his space,
So the Trolls understood?, and will give him a place.
At B-Air Aerospace Company, a position they did find,
Papa Bear was overjoyed and told them they were kind.
The Trolls were told that it would be a twelve step process,
Papa Bear was used to some hoops, no problem, more-or-less.
Step one, can he handle subjects that are quite hairy?
Papa answered that he knows, Shemp, Moe and Larry.
Step two, the company required, for background, a resume CDV,
The Trolls gave, understandably, a very funny DVD.
Step three, what it would be or if he knows, if he had a weakness,
Papa said, it was a long story, but he cannot run in The Preakness.
And so it went, questions and answers, he flew through each hoop,
Towards the end, he indicated, it was like eating a giant fruit loop.
The Trolls were happy, helping Papa Bear from a job drought,
So Papa Bear ended up getting his space, as B-Air’s Astronaut.
Momma Bear was elated, and wanted to throw a party, she decided,
All from Mayham Falls, Trolls, Dragon, even Goldilocks, were invited.
Written by Hubby, after woofy-poo encouraged him to write this story.
Actually, she laughed so hard that he had to buy her an ice cream to quiet her.
8-9-2015 Written by Michael Eastman... My real Hubby
Thank you for your grace, your mercy and everlasting love Father. Thank
you for giving me the strength to endure another day. Forgive me
for my sins I've committed. I come to the
realization that day-to-day my eyes will
face temptations. I'm lured by the
beauties of envy, greed, anger,
jealousy, lust and fornication.
Saved I am, though not
perfect; but with your
tools, I pray to
overcome my
sinful fixations.
Right over wrong
indeed I stand;
it's majority of the
wrong that over
powers the right in
most situations.
Understandably,
it's all apart of the
flesh's gravitation for
a craving appetite for
sinful sensations. Spiritually,
I refuse to become stagnant; mimicking
the gestures of still waters while observing
nature's sin waltz about society in a circular
motion across the nation. Therefore, I will testify
and witness to the lost souls being an inspiration. And
taking heed to the one and only literature as it's a form of migration. One
place to another place, from this place to a better place; my final destination...!
06-27-2013
How 'Bout Stoichiometry For A Conversational Hook?
Nary a clue exists about
the relationship between
relative quantities of substances
taking part in a clean
(non GMO contaminated)
gluten free reaction,
or forming a mean
compound, typically a ratio
of whole integers umpteen
place holders long proudly,
(albeit microscopically)
swaggering analogous
to a prideful
home coming queen
walking with her beau
appearing much older looking
than a latte (drinking) teen,
the third word up above, (affright
full looking, isle
lid lashing sorely,
trying, torquing, and
testing vision, i.e. eye sight),
where with insight
red left to right
across conventionally,
sans persons write
ting, and/or read
ding English, who might
live within neck of the woods,
how zing this knight,
where the whirled wide webbing
haint so bright
this smart aleck (comprised
fancy title), excite
ting immediate uptight
reaction came to "light"
just in the nick of time
to spur a sprite
lee chary reader to take
pro nouns hubble flight
(at what the ĵ** -
in reference quite
understandably to multi
syllable chemical airtight
romance masquerade),
this barred bard did write
unfamiliar word, which undoubtedly
triggered consternation,
and fierce urge to bite
and/ or sentence this "FAKE" cur,
who whiz unable to height
ten interest toward me senseless
poetics with supreme delight.
Pretty fall colors carved and decorated
Understandably the best in a cream covered pie
My favorite flavor is the cheesecake
Plump and lumpy or perfectly orange
Kill it with a shotgun after halloween
I love to watch the scrambled pieces fly in the air
Never let the Jack o lantern go to waste!!
Seeds left on the ground, grow next year!
“How come they all have Toothpick Legs?”
She wonders aloud,
face furrowing into a deep red frown.
“And mine are so big?”
“Genetics. Look at me and Mom.”
OK, I’m a blockhead.
Seven-year old angst understandably not placated.
“Your legs are beautiful and strong.”
Seems I’m getting somewhere now.
“Adventure legs are what you have.
You run so fast, the boys can’t catch you.”
“Well, one.” She corrects me.
“Look at the amazing things you can do.
Ski, surf, run, bike, skate, anything."
Her cheeks turn just a little scarlet.
Silently, One day, someone will love you,
adventure legs and all.
Like I love your mama.
After a ski day, she drew a prone stick figure.
Curiously, I ask, “What’s that, honey?
Why is she lying down?”
Big smile, with a hint of mischief.
“She can’t snowboard very well.
Toothpick Legs.”
4/2/16
Bill Shakespeare is wanted for hate speech,
His study’s surrounded with tape.
The local police were slow to react,
He may already have made his escape.
There’s a chance that he’s gone into hiding
To work on the draft of a play;
Anne Hathaway helps with enquiries:
Where’s old Bill? She’s refusing to say.
She cannot abide the intrusion,
As detectives examine each sonnet,
If she pops down the market she wears a dark cape
And hides her face under a bonnet.
She’s missing the warmth of her husband,
His sensitive hands and dark beard.
She hopes that they’ll soon be together
But meanwhile, her dear Bill’s disappeared.
And Bill’s understandably nervous
’Cause writing these plays is quite hard.
He enjoys married life with his beautiful wife
And his neighbours now call him “The Bard.”
The risks of a long legal battle
Could distract him for over a year,
If the courts rule against his linguistics,
That might end his productive career.
This poem references the emotions of fear, hope and love now that historic scripts are frequently re-appraised - and sometimes condemned - against modern norms and expectations.
Sexist Selective's
I’m getting old, easily confused,
So things take time to sink in,
Especially, from around our World,
Issues to behold, such daily news.
Now for some todays big thing to spoil it,
Is not famine or drought,
Nor is it the prospect of an impending war,
It seems Texas creates a controversial toilet.
In fact it has not actually created anything,
Merely stated that men born men are men,
And legislated that ladies, once again,
Are also ladies, which creates a sting.
You see the joy of the image of humanity,
Is our constant striving to adapt and change,
In this case gender is on the page,
Creating this particular new insanity.
For quite understandably, those we have changed,
Wish to be seen in the image of their new rights,
Men are now men, once again based on latest measure,
Ladies also, now could have been born a different range.
Now it strikes me, its really not that hard,
That the real issue here is the segregation of toilets,
Its the toilets that are the sexist selective’s,
Why not change their design, its not that hard.
Today, given the blessing of a flushing loo,
Which is denied to nearly half our World,
Surely we just have loo’s, no more hullabaloo,
All toilets unisex, the kindest and easiest thing we can do!
@Andrew Carnegie, flushing environmentally, Wiltshire Jan 6th 2017.
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How true that words reveal the heart content,
For from the lips a person does impart
His thoughts, his being, his hidden intent,
All these come from the things stored in the heart.
He so declared that he denies there's God,
Disdains all others who have found true faith.
Presents the many woes in life he had,
That he "prays" to a Being he negates.
Such contradiction gives us evidence,
Of one whose soul is lost, gripped in Darkness.
No light in there, just the Spirit's absence-
And that explains the claws of Emptiness.
The blind can't discourse on what he can't see.
His vain words would sound like those from a fool.
So vague are his views, understandably
His fate in the end will be.... just dreadful.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.24.16
"It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God." (Hebrews 10:31)
We Live in world that lacks genuine love and affection towards
their fellowman.
Why are so many uncaring towards one another.
People today don't care what they do or say and who they say it
to, understandably the world has and is still undergoing changes
there is a whole lot more pressure on people these days
especially the younger generation which causes anger,
depression and frustration.
Then there is now the extra worries of the global ressession
which causes misery and grief but where is the
sense of relief people are in much despair over
the financial state as they fear their jobs
are at stake.
The world seems to be in a real angry state, due to
all the atrocities and anomisty there is
which makes people uncaring and can cause others to
feel intimidated to even walk the streets and not
looking at people that they meet as there is no
trust anymore in the world.
How did we get to this where nothing seems right,
where angry people argue and fight,
only evil is in sight.
Happiness is just a dream, not a reality or so it may
seem.
What went wrong in the world that caused so much
grief and anguish when did it begin, it started in
1914 when the world saw the first world war,
the reason for the troubles since then was the
devil Satan was thrown out of heaven to the
earth and soon he is to be destroyed so while he
has the time left he is causing so much upheaval
as he is full of anger knowing he will soon be gone, as
God Jehovah will rid the earth of Satan and his demons
and he will restore the earth to A Paradise in
peace and security instead of all the unrest and
anomosity. People will be happy for all
eternity.