Best Up A Wall Poems
The GDR put up a wall
in ‘61 because
they wanted West Berlin kept out.
A wall of shame it was!
In fact, the West more easily
could travel all about
while Eastern Germans were the ones
from freedom routes locked out.
The wall was guarded. Some were killed
while struggling to flee.
The Cold War only made folks yearn
more strongly to be free.
To Gorbachev, one president
implored: Tear down that wall!
It wasn’t too much longer that
it would begin to fall!
I felt the joy they felt abroad
when crumbling had begun.
November ninth, in ‘89
Berlin again was one!
SPIRITUALLY INTERRUPTED.
I CAME TO EARTH WITH
EVERYTHING IN TACT.
I was happy curious and
with rapid anxiety.
couldn't wait to bring the
good news from the place
where I had just come from,
To my new home here on earth.
It was just an
overwhelming understanding.
that I had,Wanted badly
to share the joy as I arrived
I studied my mothers face.
She was beautiful !
I saw no father.
As I knew what a
mirror was immediately.
The science of images
and reflections innate.
many secrets held in my D.N.A..
and I was well pleased.
Delight and light
surrounded me then.
Everything was good.
Somehow my
senses were acute;
Bees-Butterflies,dandelions.
praying mantis
even earthworms-
were my playmates.
Mud pies and the smell of dirt.
Everything was intact
when I came to earth.
Seemed like a lovely place.
Riding my tricycle-
was quite like the freedom
I had known in my other home.
Then hooverd a cloud over me.
a dreary cloud,
Tears were streaming
I heard mommy crying.
She was only a child
I tried to make her
smile again. I wanted to know
but, she cried even more.
I tasted anguish for
the first time that day.
I was spiritually interrupted
afraid, insecure, and confused
confounded by the blanks and the
sudden disconnection,
I built up a wall;
The wall protected me
from the cacophony
of loud ,big people shouting.
I retreated into my safe world.
Grown-ups they annoyed me
All of them ( The big People )
They were different,
I vowed to never forget my original self.
I vowed that I would always
hold on to my Spiritual soul.
Years passed and I gathered
more of their distorted truth's
I wanted to enjoy the
body I was placed in.
The body I had
before the distractions of curves..
Before the mind noise.
Before the blood that
caused me distress
I could hardly hear
my inner-voice.
I prayed to my inner God.
Too much to know-
Too much too soon.
My innocence melted
like a snowball in a furnace.
The lust of the big people
no longer allowed
me the freedom childhood.
Now jaded with the
burden of womanhood
and my childhood was arrested..
My spirit was abruptly interrupted.
I've got a tropical obsession
I think I'm losing my mind
I want to see my work day done
Go out and have some fun
And leave the city life behind.
I love the roar of the ocean
The smell of tanning lotion
A secluded beach somewhere
There are coconuts in the trees
With a warm and gentle breeze
And a flower in your hair.
I've got a tropical obsession
It's driving me up a wall
I want the palm trees and the shore
Blue skies and so much more
Oh God! I want it all
There's an island in the sea
I can hear it calling me
Saying come on home today
I'll bring my old beach chair
Plant it in the sand somewhere
And that's where I'm going to stay
I've got a tropical obsession
And I just can't set it free
On an island remote
In a little fishing boat
Is where I want to be.
Heather in a garden
Or heather in a store
Flowers beg a pardon,
Lovely forever more.
Vines climb up a wall,
Effortlessly tall
Vines climb up a gate,
Chopping is their fate.
Flowers and vines,
‘til the end of times.
Together forever
Trumpets and heather.
I want to see him as someone who did me wrong... in order to let him go. I want to no longer love him at all and just see his true colours as brightly as they show. Put up a wall, draw a line in the sand. Let go of his hand. And see him for who he is, now that I know.
For some reason I still feel like he is in there. I feel like he is just lost. How could I have thought that he was more than just a season… and not just a stumbling block. Another lesson to add to the past mistakes I thought had locked... locked away. Never to be looked at again…
I find myself still wanting to be there. Help him deal with all that I know he now feels. In my absence… his loss… How is it that I still care? That he still consumes my air? How is it possible? How did I get here? Why did I hang on for so long? Pretend to be strong?
Why can’t I be angry? Why do I want to reason? Am I crazy? I would not allow nor condone this kind of behaviour from anyone. And yet I’m worried that he is alone, when I should just be done.
He is like a parasite in my heart. Sucking out every ounce of love I have… and he is not even anywhere near me. How is it possible? How is it that I have given over so much power? When did this happen? When did I cower? Am I clinically insane, I have to be. How is it possible that this could be me? I feel so lame, lame as in my body is numb... lame as in how could I have been so dumb?
Blind to what was as clear as day, deaf to the words that continued to drum. Getting Louder and Louder from all sides. No matter how much I tried to hide, or run from… the words which echoed everywhere and anywhere trying to find me. Shouting at me so loudly. Knocking at my knees, allowing me to weaken, slowing me down and forcing me to crumble to the ground.
Stopping me in my tracks. Stopping me by showing me all the cracks… in a perfectly crafted, weaved web of lies. Forcing me to look it in the eyes… forcing me to stop.
Stop. Drop. And roll. Acknowledge the flames setting fire to my soul. Siren’s blaring… fires blazing… forcing me to let go. Now that I know. Now that I see. How is it possible for there to still be love left in me?
So I’m building a spaceship,
But where should I start?
When the spaceship I’m building
Is made out of art
Books for the seats
And paintings for the walls
Cause this type of spaceship
Goes nowhere at all
I do not want it to
Why should it go?
To travel to space,
Where I do not know?
When in my own room
There’s mystery and tale
In pages of books
In pictures on nails
I will set up two chairs
Connect them by sheets
Webster can help me
With good wordy seats
I will need a good staff
I will need a good crew
To narrate our path
To guide us all through
Virgil can help
He’s a good guide
He knows the maps
Of the spiritual side
And there’s only one doctor
I could put to good use
The greatest of time
The old Dr. Seuss
A friend of Ernest
Our pilot to be
An old timey sailor
A man from the sea
A hatch I will make
Of a copied Van Gogh
The stars through the door
Oh how they will glow
Our ship will be waterproof
So that’s no concern
But in case there’s a problem
I will bring Jules Verne
A clock I have seen
That hung in the hall
Created by Dali
Will make up a wall
I believe that is it
That’s all I will need
I’ve got my good paintings
I’m ready to read
Oh no but wait
I almost forgot
Shakespeare, get in
We’re about to take off!
And away we go
On a journey tonight
To return tomorrow
At mornings light
We are all aware of the season
Politicians give us good reason
To be happy we still have choices
And bark in our hunting dog voices
This year is like the rest
All from different nests
Somewhat similar attacks
Groupie pundits pushin' the pack
Donning my helpful glasses
Suddenly nothing but asses
In their eyes they see perfection
"I'm stoked about this election!"
"The Donald,"what can you say
A billionaire's ass on display
He eats with a golden spoon
While immigrants clean his room
"Let's put up a wall"
Charge admittance to my shopping mall
Take a part of the gate
And be richer when I skate
On the trail of old Ted Cruz
A poet's first thought is lose
But things from Texas grow bigger
Including the size of their chiggers
I digress, I'll drop the sarcasm
Before my bowels have a spasm
Ol poemdog says this trails cold
He's under 30% in the polls
A synonym of donkey is ass
Below Hillary's I see brass
Most likely a federal criminal
Wearing pant suits is so seminal
But ol Bill is her advisor
Which makes her none the wiser
Ol poemdog just won't tell
Exactly what he smells
Now ol Bernie he smells fresh
But honestly he won't mesh
If I follow the trail of this scent
I can live off of the government
If I wanted to live socialistic
I'd give the realm another statistic
I guess fresh would be the right word
Ol Bernie smells like a turd
Well Ol poemdog loves a chase
And I'm at the tail of this race
The smells affecting my vision
Another crappy decision
an original poem by the "Poemdog"
I needed a way to release from inside,
All of the tears that I never cried,
My head was exploding from all I kept in,
While onto my face I glued a fake grin;
I hid inside my suspicion and fears,
And locked them away for many years;
They built up a wall and trapped me within,
Until I didn’t even know where to begin;
I had every emotion locked in my heart,
So I started to write, I made it my art.
I think we are in trouble
they are all in good spirits
something smells fishy to me
They smile and they tell you
they "will", fix it this time
give them your vote, and you'll see
Each one is claiming
they are without question
so far above all reproach
They wave their credentials
and swear that they're honest
they say they are no cockroach
They are doing some dueling
jockeying for position
all four maybe five that are left
If there is no indictment
by the Justice Department
the White House is guilty of theft
The American people are
the ones that are cheated
a "new prez" won't help things at all
Millions are voting soon
good, bad or indifferent
it's too late to put up a wall
They'll be printed in languages
that are foreign to most locals
the ballots will surely be lost
Count and recount them
til they have what they wanted
for it must be their way at all cost.....
Don’t have a Mjölnir hammer
Like the mighty Thor
And I’m not bionic
Can’t break down a door
Can’t fly around the world
Like a superman
And couldn’t move to fast
Like the flash can
I’m not the human touch
Like the fantastic four
And can’t glide thru the air
Like the silver surfer
I am not a man of steel
And up a wall I cannot go
But every time she smiles at me
I feel like a super hero
I’m not the amazing Spiderman
That can swing on a pole
And always leave the bad guys
In a web for the cops to hold
And am not the incredible hulk
Who is really a nice guy?
But if you get him angry
And he will make you cry
I am not like batman and robin
I don't have a bat cave
Bruce Wayne is a billionaire
all I got is just $20 save
And I’m not captain America
With his a Adimantium shield
But when she smiles at me
So much power I can feel
and she is not wonder woman
but she's courageous and bold
strong sweet and sensitive
So very daring with a magical soul
And I don’t know the avengers
Never met the wolverine
But I know when she smile
She is the most beautiful girl i ever seen
Wanna move up the ladder fast?
I'll tell you what to do;
Run to the boss's office,
And shine those dirty shoes!
Are your fingers stout enough,
To massage his smelly feet?
Clip those crusted toe nails,
Make sure they're nice and neat!
Hang around the time clock,
Snitch on those who's late;
Spend more time in the lunchroom,
Scrubbin' those greasy plates!
Volunteer for overtime,
Never seek a penny more;
Bring up the morning papers,
Deliver 'em to his door!
Walk his ugly dogs,
Drag 'em at least a mile;
Find someone to baby sit,
You'll be gone for a while!
Show up when you're ailing,
No matter how dark or drab;
Take him out for dinner,
Be sure to pick up the tab!
Drive his wife to the mall,
She's bound to get a thrill;
Make sure she's extra happy,
When you ask to pay the bill!
Wash their dirty laundry,
Maintain that sculpted lawn;
Sleep is just a fairy tale;
You're workin' up 'til dawn!
Take his kids to the zoo,
Let 'em drive you up a wall;
If they throw rocks at a camel,
Be sure to take the fall!
Get ready for a let down,
Kissin' up won't take you far;
Bosses ain't really stupid,
But boy, they know YOU are!!
The Call of God
One cannot truly understand why God
selects a person with whom His secrets He choose to confide,
and He living closer it seems to them
His presence in their life is found there to abide.
Does He select such a one by their beauty
their grace or by their overwhelming charm,
or does He have a deeper sense of this one’s character
by more than the flesh of their arm.
Has He ventured deeper into the recesses
and corridors of their heart,
does He know what makes them tick or laugh
or cry, for after all, these all play an important part.
Has He seen the future and whether or not
this child will yield to Him their all,
or would they hold a portion of their life back
and between them and Father God choose instead to build up a wall.
Has He seen their secret sins and deep struggles
of their heart that makes them want to die,
for they truly desire to be holy for Him
and can’t understand all the reason why.
Certainly, I believe He sees the heart’s cry
and answers many times before we whisper or ask,
forgiveness, cleansing, strength and for hope
I know this is the Lord of my life, and His love for me will always last.
Written by: Marilyn Jennings
'Knock, knock' on the door,
But, I won't let you in.
No, no.
The chamber of my heart is closed.
But 'knock, knock' you say.
Oh no!
I am stronger in this position than any other.
A huge 'liquidation' sign hung,
For months and months,
At my window pane.
I gave away everything I had to give,
To you,
To family,
To friends.
Nothing is left here,
Nothing for you,
Nothing for me.
There is no you and me.
My heart is closed.
I sacrificed,
I worked,
I gambled,
I lost.
I am fine.
'Knock, knock' you say.
But my door is closed to you,
Always now.
I won't let you in again.
No. no.
Go away, now.
I have nothing left to give.
The chamber of my heart was looted long ago.
Gutted.
Raised to the ground.
Left empty.
Dilapidated.
Condemned.
Like a broken down warehouse,
In some sort of insurance scam that went wrong.
Was that it?
Was this all some crazy scheme?
To gather insurance on care?
On love?
To put me in line?
To own everything I have?
Everything I am?
To control me?
Insuring against me,
Then ripping me apart,
Stone by stone,
Day by day.
No, no.
You can't come in again.
Not you.
Not ever.
Go away.
This fraud went wrong.
I build back up,
Brick by fragile brick.
I put up a wall,
With a sign,
'Private property',
Keep out!
Yet, 'knock, knock',
So, now I say,
'Trespassers will be prosecuted'.
Oh yes.
Come near me again,
I will tear you apart.
I have emotional dynamite,
Golden.
So much you don't know.
Oh yes.
Come near me again,
I will blow your life apart,
Just as you did mine.
'Knock, knock'?
Really?
'Knock, knock'?
Honestly?
You think you have a right to ask?
For anything?
Ever again?
Oh no!
Not now.
Not never.
Test my walls,
If you like.
They are steady.
Knock on the door,
If you like.
I'm not listening.
My chamber's closed,
My heart is not open for business,
Everything went in the recession.
I don't have a thing to my name,
Emotionally.
Except ambition.
And drive.
And a whole host of strength.
You can lay siege,
I won't notice.
You can knock,
I won't answer.
No, no,
Not ever again.
You are not welcome.
Oh no!
No more.
Please go.
Spare yourself the trouble,
Of the incessant knocking...
My Memories
I was thinking of buying a new house
So I’m here with my son and his spouse
Sitting outback looking up to the sky
Hoping to see something go bye
Wishing for a sign to see
Something from my wife to me
To move into an empty and cold house
I would leave behind memories of my spouse
I don’t want to leave those memories behind
More memories in the house then in my mind
When my kids were small
They would play and mark up a wall
I see memories on every wall
Where my wife painted over marks from a ball
A memory in every room
Some good some with a little gloom
It’s something that will always be
Even the gloom is a memory to me
You say you do not trust me but you love
me. You say you do not trust yourself
that's why you stay put like a shelf. Was
your heart and trust broken to the point
that you had to put up a wall?? Are you
truly that scared to give it you're all or do
you think by trusting me you will tumble
and fall???You say you do not trust me but
you love me. You say you do not trust
yourself that's why you stay put like a
shelf. You say you do not trust me but
when I look in to those beautiful brown
eyes, I despise the ones who caused you
sorrow. I just want to be the one to give
you a better tomorrow. You say you do not
trust me but you love me. You say you do
not trust yourself that's why you stay put
like a shelf. At times I do not trust you but
I also know without trust there's no love. I
always look beyond and above for I know
what we have is real and better than a
three course meal. You say you do not
trust me but you love me. You say you do
not trust yourself that's why you stay put
like a shelf.