Best Undertakes Poems
I ask for your help
I have never been too proud to beg
Beg your pardon
Beg for a morsel of your time
Time to write a different script
Time undertakes my logic
Logic has never been my strongest point
Logic lacks what I need
Need bounces off my equilibrium
Need feeds off yesterday's mistakes
Mistakes I repeat
Mistakes you never seemed to make
Make like a bird and fly away
Make your waves on a different ocean
Ocean line yourself out of here
Ocean spray your inconsistancies
Inconsistancies with a capital C
Inconsistancies I can't see
See me walk
See me run
Run past forward
Run further away
Away from the thing I was
Away from your simple
Simple pleasures
Simple mind
Mind playing tricks on me
Mind over your matter
Matter of facts I didn't understand
Matter converted to energy
Energy that cost too much
Energy we both wasted
Wasted on yesterday
Wasted on nothing
Nothing ever really lasts
Nothing is nothing but a whisper
Whisper insanity in my ear
Whisper until my mind erases you
You have consumed me for too long
You who drip from your empty
Empty cup
Empty promises
Promises I hung my hat on
Promises you never meant to keep
Keep away from me
Keep what I can't have
Have my dreams
Have a cup of my broken
Broken
Dreams
I read Debbie Guzzi's poem and thought I would give the form a try.
Whenever my days seem long,
And all my tasks turn out wrong,
And I wish the things I had not said
And feels like turning over and play dead...
Ha, I sit down ruefully and I write.
When someone somewhere gets hurt,
When a lively flower bites the dust,
When somewhere someone's heart breaks
And sneaks into a corner and quietly aches...
Oh, I sit down woefully and I write.
When someone smiles and shares his joy,
And takes some time out of his life to enjoy,
When he takes the right road with the end in sight
And takes it with true faith and grateful delight...
Yea, I sit down joyfully and I write.
Whenever someone dares to dream,
And essays to swin upstream,
When someone undertakes an arduous pilgrimage
And reaches ashore after a stormy voyage...
Yep, I sit down hopefully and I write.
On the wings of the wind I write,
On the waves of the sea I write,
I write for all to see, feel and hear,
Write I about love, hate, faith and fear...
O yea, lo! Now thou know why I write.
~03/07/2013
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Lil Abner
There was never a feature in all the world,
Like "Lil Abner" for chasing the blues,
It takes this romantic comic strip,
To really make the news!
I'm always quite excited when our
"Press" lands against the door,
To see if "Lil Abner",
Is alive and well once more!
Every venture he undertakes,
I trot along too!
For in my imagination,
We find lots of things to do!
Now you may not agree with me
On a comic strip so small,
But "Lil Abner" still remains,
My "favorite" of them all. . .
The cracks in the ceiling can't hold back the unseen...
Mirrored fragments dropping slowly, to me its just a dream...
Ageless whispers through the night, in my ears they hum a song...
Trampled desires and distant promises were never really that wrong...
So I dust off this paper to give it essence and a purpose to this life...
Where my thoughts can lay and swim free and one day take flight...
The days will pass and the story told of man who found his heart...
But as this journey undertakes ,some will be left or just fall apart...
I lay on my bed and watch the ceiling fan spin,as the clock ticks away...
My eyes shall close and I will dream in black and white with clearer
words to say...
Mighty canyon, you're grand it's true
There is no other quite like you
You, whose awesome beauty takes
Half a state to wander through.
From hither to your river snakes
Whatever course she undertakes
So reddish brown her muddy hue
Freely flowing lake to lake.
Oh mighty canyon is it true
That little river sculptured you
From north to south, and half the west
Simply just from passing through?
And, only through her wet caress
Without a living thought expressed
By chance alone, and not by will
This majesty that you possess?
My canyon friend, the truth revealed
Your river there is just His quill
And He who paints, is painting still....
And He who paints, is painting still.
Timothy I. Brumley
prosaic prologues bewitch
feeble minded scribe doth undertakes
tend toward lugubriousness ring tone
for goodness sake
echoing across,
a figurative lake woebegone, where quake
shutters latched storm windows,
clapped closed winter season didst make
physical environment lachrymose
analogous to imp pond durable dark lake
where sits inside secluded hut,
this fledgling author named Jake
a former cub (scout) at a loss
to string together an aria
tomb other nature and NOT FAKE,
sepulchral paeon to divine Gaea, Mother Earth
especially incorporating
mutisyllabic (sesquipedalian) words,
which exertion
on par with giving birth
(or so I guess),
a particularly heavily pregnant laden dearth
of help mates, doubling demonstrably
deadly duty devoid of mirth
totally tubular taxing toll,
an essentially unbearable
effort with bulging girth
whereat digestion consumes
latent mental ambition,
especially toasty warm near the hearth
which hitherto unknown to any reader
twas Xmas fabrication and fiction
no crime committed, nor animals harmed
in the making of diction
aery necessary entrapping unsuspecting intellect
to comprehend somber benediction
unless perchance one lone wolf
bait Oven English Major
with Westernization
topped off with a European
debunaire suave acculturation
even luckier if hypothetical personage
dips daintily into forays epicurean,
though careful,
and alert since church fathers
would frown on parsonage
whose natural born ardor,
a spiritual abduction
stealing austerity, complacency, and objection
toward forced irrational schemas
averse to abnegation
unfair imposition
to foist upon pruriant predilection
also impossible
to sequester arbitrary animal urges,
punishing call of the wild,
sowing seeds a beastial accusation
considered averse,
then imposition contrition!
Gracious
Omnipresent
Defends
Saves
Forgives
Acquits
vindicates
ordains
undertakes
Redeems
You have granted me life and favor, and Your care has preserved my spirit. Job 10:12
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Psalm 23:5–6
What is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You visit him? For You have made him a little lower than the angels, and You have crowned him with glory and honor. You have made him to have dominion over the works of Your hands; You have put all things under his feet. Psalm 8:4–6
job 33:26
Then he will pray to God, and He will accept him, That he may see His face with joy, And He may restore His righteousness to man.
Isaiah 30:18
therefore the LORD longs to be gracious to you, And therefore He waits on high to have compassion on you For the LORD is a God of justice; How blessed are all those who long for Him
Zephaniah 3:17
"The LORD your God is in your midst, A victorious warrior He will exult over you with joy, He will be quiet in His love, He will rejoice over you with shouts of joy. Amen
Mountains high as my hands reach
Sun sets on my mind
My skin is the night sky,
With spots as stars
illuminating through the night
Eyes like sensors
Detecting every motion,
Set by life and i always take caution
Moving from point to point
So nobody can join,
Like nobody sees the lines
The trail leading to the mountain top
Just beneath the sun,
Spirit powered by solar energy.
I run as far as my will takes me
And I won't wake up from this fantasy,
I'll keep on dreaming
Like i suffer from hypersomnia.
A Voice that sounds like a massive crowd
Shoulder blades as wings
So i fly higher than my degree
Breaking the laws of gravity,
Landing in water but walking through fire
Than they ask how i feel.
I'm alive, I'm a tree
So I'm born free
Spreading my branches and I'm growing leaves,
Green as green can be,
Supported by my roots so i don't forget where i stand
And i never stop growing,
Cause I'm not just any tree
I bloom money.
The wind undertakes me
The greetings from the sky
I fly, i see the clouds
I am the wind,
Seeing the world
Drifting from side to side,
Gliding through everything
I'm alive
So i fly and I never look down.
By: Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Mother's Day is a celebration honoring mothers and celebrating motherhood, maternal bonds and the influence of mothers in society.
The moon, the stars, the sunny skies, so beautiful they seem,
All mankind can sense and appreciate what it means,
Their beauty and the beauty of others,
Are in no way a comparison to our mothers.
Mothers are God’s gift to us,
Least appreciated and most worked without a fuss.
Mothers are there to help teach and guide,
And through thick and thin stay by your side.
Mother loves us right from the start,
From the moments she fondly holds us close to her heart.
These moments forever seem to her like only yesterday,
But we all know they were a few eons away.
Mother is there right through our troubles, conflicts and strife,
And every endeavor she undertakes to keep us afloat through pains of life.
Any time in life we can rely on her strong helping hand,
And she is there for you till you have regained the strength, alone to stand.
Mother is one we can lean on,
As deep in her heart she is very strong.
At times it is only mother who can soothe our running tears,
And calm our mind’s lurking shadows of fears.
Mother filled our days with multihued lights,
And put us to bed with lullaby and sweet dreams nights.
And on a foreign land you gave life to me,
And when I was old enough to my wife you set me free.
Whenever I needed you were there with tender care,
For advice and support you were always there.
You taught me right from wrong,
And how to the world whistle my own song.
Mother, I wonder if I could give a diamond to you,
For every tear you shed for me without much ado.
Mother, I wonder if you could accept an emerald from me,
For each truth you made me realize and see.
Mother, I wonder if I could give a ruby to you,
For every midnight coffee you did brew.
Mother, I wonder if I could give a pearl to you,
For every lesson of wisdom you have given me anew.
But I don’t have these and this you are aware,
And all I can offer you is my love devotion and care.
You are so dear to me but yet it took me so long to say,
Have a “HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY”.
I know that when you think of me,
A part of you in me you will always see.
Thank you and I Love you Mom,
This is me your first born son
Banned Books Week Thirtieth Anniversary
By Elton Camp
That some books are contemptible I must agree
But that’s not some fanatic’s call, but up to me
When books the government undertakes to ban
That type censorship can quickly get out of hand
Judith Krug of the American Library Association
Was, in 1982, responsible for the week’s creation
A “challenge” is a request some book be banned
Surprising ones have been subjects of this demand
Golding’s Lord of the Flies has seen banning tries
And To Kill a Mockingbird has been called unwise
Orwell’s Animal Farm has been said to bring harm
Since self-appointed censors satire does alarm
Anne Frank’s Diary of a Young Girl is called unfit
By those who, in righteous judgment, try to sit
Even though Mark Twain was liberal for his day
Huckleberry Finn some have tried to put away
The American Heritage Dictionary was not fine
Because “objectionable words” it chose to define
Catch 22 and Salinger’s classic, Catcher in the Rye
To bring about censorship quite a few will still try
Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 about censorship is one
That the “righteous” have put under the critic’s gun
Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath was once even burned
Because vulgar words the censor’s anger it earned
What gives others the right for them to try to decide
What books are unfit to read and then them hide?
Sex and violence the Bible often candidly tells about
For it to be banned will we someday hear that shout?
When bad about some writing a critic has said
It is likely that by a young person it will be read
A friend instinctively knows how to bend,
and not break, when anger is in control.
A Champagne and sarsaparilla blend;
that can quench the thirst of both heart and soul.
A friend is tethered to reality,
yet undertakes near-impossible tasks.
A partner who does not always agree;
able to distinguish you from your masks.
A friend welcomes your smile a thousand ways,
chasing away the melancholy blues.
Providing comfort on your darkest days:
they're always in your corner; win or lose!
These attributes are what define a friend,
as someone you can count on, to the end.
!
Cruel God’s crooked clasp,
Is worse than the sting of a wasp,
Genius, healthy, wealthy man,
Becomes an orphan and forlorn!
Childhood innocent,
Youth fragrant,
Tranquil prime,
Become a weird dream!
Defies God’s clout,
Becomes fear-less ‘n’ stout,
Undertakes an uphill task,
And reaches the mountaintop!
Handicapped albeit,
Dares God’s verdict,
Proves the worth by his action,
He is worthy of admiration!!
Form:
A pal may lend a hand,
A friend may understand,
A brother wakes,
And undertakes,
A miracle unplanned.
A sister helps you through,
A sticky point of view,
She penetrates,
And elevates,
A visionary you.
A Mother's love is sure,
When life is insecure,
Her tender touch,
Is more than such,
The wicked can endure.
A Father lets you fall,
But helps you stand up tall,
He never fails,
The last details,
Forgiveness most of all.
A stirring in your soul,
May proudly win control,
The afterglow,
Confirms you know,
The joy that makes you full.
Triumphalist
Republican
Undertakes
Militant
Presidency
Roaring of traffic is the song that play
An i phone is the preferred company
which everyone is lost
in its magical lay
A minute to listen to a
friends' story is
considered the least
And a moment to stop for
a short prayer can be a delay
Cursing is the easiest way
to keep frustrations at bay
The clock at the door
could tell who's the
slave of the day
Coffee at hand means
no good meal today
Hurried steps to catch up
the first bus and train
must be the mantra until
one turns to gray
But nothing is more
impressive to see
the bobbing out
of flowers bud
in a deserted lot
and worn out pot..
the filtering of sun's rays
of the waning day..
To embrace
The new day and a fresh dew
after a night downpour blew..
The stray birds searching for
a morsel of seed under the
shadow of a spring bloomed tree
The angry waves that
calm down as they kissed
the soft silver bed of shore
And nourish tiny creatures
secretly sheltered in an empty
dry and neglected shells
The sunset that never tires
to display the wonder of colors
of the twilight to begin another day
How much more to reckon
A gasp of disbelief from
a mother to hear her
newborn cry..
An angelic smile of a baby
to wash out mom's tiring day
A toddler who learns
a step or two to embrace
her freedom without much
delay...
And to understand
A teen's eagerness
to wear the cap of challenges
he's never been..
And to feel..
a hug to prod dispirited
being to move on and let go
And a gentle hand that assures
when death comes in time.
Though life is painted sometimes
with color not our choice to enjoy
and crying can be the best cleanser
and holding on is our character equalizer
But the one who sees things that matter most
is blessed with a heart that never breaks
when brokenness undertakes..