Best Unordinary Poems
Just stop thinking about it,
Don't bother losing yourself to it,
Stop getting your mind overclouded
Don't overthink about it.
Past's not gonna change
Present's in your hand,
Future's awaiting you,
So does it take that long for you to realise;
Time always flows like river,
Everything that you wrote in sand of time,
Now flies, all erased.
Heartaches and smiles never will fade
Cause this present will become the past
So don't rewind back in memories
It's time you stepped out of the past , grab your present and run towards the future.
Take all the twists and turns,
It's fate, following your addicted brain,
In its fabulously misguided taste,
To that unordinary life you seek.
Time will record your past,
Actions will define your future,
Don't worry about the leap I am taking,
Cuz I feel like I am losing myself ,
Losing my mind,
Losing my mind,
But I love this wild ungrounded feeling,
Of losing myself to the unforeseeable future
If you look closely, you will see,
Yep, sure enough, that's me -
on the cinder block wall ledge,
or by your front door, near the hedge.
But I ain't warm, cuddly or fun,
as I sit here, basking in the sun.
Ol' Sol is something that's still free,
and I'm the scaly lizard that you see.
I must say it's great weather,
for one whose hide is quite like leather.
I suppose you're thinking that my skin
could make a purse to put things in,
or maybe some shoes or wallet.
How did I become this whatchamacallit?
Was it the work of witch or warlock,
and how, is it you can hear me talk?
Thus, in this sun, while I'm nicely warmed,
I ponder why I've been so transformed...
into this creature small and wary.
It seems a fate, unordinary,
and though I may appear inelegant,
I'm really most intelligent
as I stand still and ponder the universe,
simultaneously composing this beautiful verse.
Do you think a bunny or a puppy is more fun?
In a short race, those creatures, I still outrun.
Want to play at "staring war"? What do you think?
If you watch carefully, you'll see me blink.
I show little emotion. I'm not exuberant.
My eyes, if you may, are a little protuberant.
You might think I'm bland and cold.
How did I become a lizard as I grew old?
The ordinary toothpick fills the needs of mankind
With a pick, pick, here, and a pick, pick there.
A little piece of stick with no holes, handles
Cords, plugs, tops, bottoms, insides, or batteries.
You little piece of stick, literally at the bottom of the totem pole.
Probably preserved in a bottom drawer in the dark rusted hull
Of the Titanic at the bottom of the sea; you little unwanted stick!
You little piece of stick, colorful, glistening, and perky sticking
Out of a pig-in-a-blanket on a party boat that’s floating
Off the Boston skyline, then slung; I said slung like spit
Into the cold murkiness that keeps the ship afloat, the party going
And the hors d’oeuvres handed out. Or, is the ship clunking about
On millions of discarded toothpicks?
All hail the toothpick.
You ordinary little piece of stick, or maybe,
Unordinary!?
Treason Reasons
Concreted cracks, abandoned train tracks,
unaffordable housing built like shacks.
Unplanted seeds gardens of weed,
never having enough to satisfy the greed.
Unseen view, is the sky blue?
Goodwill bought unlaced white shoe.
The frontyard seat on ol' bucket street,
cool air doesn't help that kind of heat.
Battles kill, unordinary run of the mill,
another happy mailman undelivered bill.
Where is our morality? What is our deal?
living here in the now is such a reality kill...
bmdavey@
02/24/16
Cheese & jelly sandwiches
Straws for short grilles
Pickled feet cannibal's refuse to eat
Frozen snow in your bowl
Dandelions greens I'm hypertension hold the fat back please
Winger washing machine
Candles burning on both ends
When you done dreaming
Wake up screaming
A lance injected a sword slices
Cuttings variables potato salad
What does all this mean
Don't eat food's out of the ordinary???
10/18/17
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2017©
UNORDINARY
bizarre
you live
so far
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this page
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odd
this poem
weirdly
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shod
unexpected
astonishingly
unordinary
remarkable
man
© Kim van Breda—13 November 2015
My love, my love is here
Waiting
Here,
Under the stars
So far
We stand here and I look into your eyes that smile at me
My light bkue eyes sparkle through the week
And I smile wide
My, oh my, if they only knew what I hide
You're my best kept secret
Take me in your arms fantasy love,
I think of how I must need this
Afterall it is unordinary to lone
I gently fold my hands in prayer and to Him I can give all of me
I cry at His presence
So overwhelmed at His love
He is so gentle yet strong
My first love
I have returned
Justin
Unordinary, caring, vivid, young
Son of man uncaring, child of a woman always staring
Lover of ideas abroad, the world, and the beauties around us
Who fears the eyes of those who judge, the items of death, and the loss of those loved
Who would like to see the world, the ancient cities, and infinite cosmos
Resident of Clarksville, Tennessee
Street
one day,
i hope you look in the mirror
and see just how wonderful you are.
i hope you look up from the sink
and realize
that you are exactly
where you are meant to be.
that every moment in your life
has led you to this place
in an order designed specifically for you.
i hope you know
that every sunset you have watched
is simply a reminder
that not all endings are permanent.
that sometimes it is nothing more
than the beginning
of a new phrase.
a new adventure you can’t explore
if you refuse to move forward.
i hope you remember
how the pitter-patter of raindrops
against your bedroom window
gave you the courage to let it go.
that it whispers
‘it’s ok,
even the sky has to cry sometimes.’
and you never feel
like you have to hold it back.
i hope you remember every pine tree
and cup of hot cocoa you smelled
at Christmas.
that it reminds you
of the good days
and leaves you with another memory
to add to the list.
i hope you hold onto every flower you’ve ever picked.
that you understand
how beauty
refuses to entertain the idea
of gender
and you see just how beautiful
every part of you truly is.
i hope you think about every story you’ve told.
the good ones...
the bad ones...
the best ones.
that they help remind you
to never stop talking.
i hope one day
you can look yourself in the eye
and say
“i’ve made it. i’m home.”
someday
i hope you know
that you are incredible.
that every inch of you
is perfect.
that every molecule of your being
is laced with stardust.
that you are so
unbelievably,
extraordinarily
unordinary.
and i hope you whole-heartedly believe it.
Vanishing souls lies in death's pastures
Fleeting joy, incurious in my surroundings
Shades of green glistening in glory
An unpredictable breath that barely measures
A destiny that lies and vanishes through the Death Valley
A heart's main glee
Shines peaceably... passing above a wave of sparkling envy
Bliss sinks in my marrow
Pensive solitude,
Splitting it into a rejoicing vibe
Joyous in its company...we could have a blissful sleepover until
tomorrow
Together we'll make a strengthening converse
Piety fitting in these periling times
Wandering over vales, evanescent life screwing my infancy
A jocund soul departs from a burden--too cherished in disobedient lies
Childish features blurring my uncertain future
Incessant in my trespasses
I draw near through deathly shadows
Moping in ceaseless torment
Roaring as a monsoon in abstract movement
Vacant in thought...wealth filling in our evanescent humility
Dodging arrows of inevitable death
Bound to track us down,
Chopping down the Weeping Willow tree
Driven mad in knotting triumph
Hoarsely placing us in a shady asylum
Numbed by flustering anxiety
Cursing down this greedy society
Whirling us back to
Evanescent pastures
I'm dependent in this unordinary place
Though it leaves me with only disgrace
Discontent by the isolated misfortune
Vacant in thought...wealth filling in our evanescent humility
Dodging arrows of inevitable death
Bound to track us down,
Fogging our interest of society,
Doom crafting our fate...soon we'll be too late
Whirling us back to
Evanescent pastures
Denying our repents out of revenge
Unsuitable to reconstruct chastening renewal
Superb for a
tranquilizing solitude
my reflection shines in the mirror ever so sweetly
leaving a reminder of my self of who I am not
and I question my self monthly daily and weekly
of why I am one who still hasn't forgot
cause it ain't temporary
or beneficiary
and if you try to run away it'll chase you down....scary
so many words define you like you are a dictionary
I guess that means that you are part of the unordinary
Left, alone with the heckles I lie
unordinary daydream gone awry
dumped and dented while putrid
painted gardens lost sight me,
just south of nothing this night
Gone, the nerve of ending it all
flash~back hear blackbird's call
writing drips as crimson bleeds
hearts stop to take in the scene
pages tossed in a failing breeze
Left, alone with the heckles I lie
just right of the truth dancing off
yellow tongues of political prose
smelling like a rose, I do suppose
all is known as hatred slowly grows
What is this I see?
A family of 30 so close as can be?
Between the ages of 13 and 18,
all huddled together in a sanctuary.
Listening to a man teach from a strange book in his hands.
He talks of a man who was hung on a cross to save all man.
I see this “family” at school
even though some are supposed to be “cool.”
They walk together,
they eat together,
they help each other,
and love one another.
This “family” stands out of the school crowd in such a weird way
that no one understands but feels rude to ask why it’s that way.
Walk through the halls you never see one that doesn’t smile
even though you don’t know they go the extra mile.
This so called “family” is a body of Christ
that so many can plain see.
This “family” may not be so unordinary to you
but look deeper into these hearts of many.
We love God and we show it daily.
The more you touch the soul
of this unordinary man,
still untouched by love,
the sooner I feel confident
to meet the shining eyes
of an uncommon,trustworthy friend;
and the more you give of yourself,
the quicker I'm motived by kindness
and willing to share those intimate moments
when a rainbow promises no rain...
Live inside my bloodstream,
to reach your way to a delightful dream;
touch me with confidence,I'll be
as gentle as the spring' breeze:
to strip our sad souls of all unneeded lies,
and love each other in this earthly Paradise!
The more you touch the soul
of this unordinary man,
the sooner I see a sky without clouds;
not relying on hopes and promises,
but to have the inner courage
to be in the middle of the stage...
where many are afraid to stand
and reveal everything to the silent world!
Let's bond our destinies,
and live a life without bounderies;
we trusted fate to show us
an easier way out :
with no worries,heartbreaks or tears,
but we've finally found out
that we must learn to please,
and be satisfied with little joys!
The more you touch the soul,
of this unordinary man,
the faster I become whole;
I sought worthless fortunes
in the mist of aloness...
what would I have gained,
if I had blindly followed
the shadow of my own sadness?
God's Purpose For Me
By
Tom Wright
9/8/98
God, occasionally reminds me,
that my life is not about
Getting more to store,
but about caring and sharing.
Not about personal greed,
but others need.
That I will never be blessed beyond
what I'm willing to part with.
That ordinary people,
are often His catalyst,
as He does unordinary things
In the lives of others.
It is through His chastisement
and my obedience,
that I am elevated
to greater heights
in Him.