Best Up To Date Poems
Excitement filled the bushland as December was near
Every creature had been waiting for Christmas time - all year.
Wallabies hung their stockings on a gumtree branch with care
Just as all nice children do – everywhere.
Meanwhile those more up to date logged on the internet
sending E mails to Santa to see what they could get
Koalas draped high treetops with shiny garlands green
And furry possums lined their dens in golden glitter sheen
Wallabies joined in with bright balloons hung on their tails
All the crows tied streamers, cascading from the rails.
Kookaburras’ laughter changed to Christmas songs
While magpies and peewees piped along in throngs.
A wombat and a bandicoot made honeysuckle punch
The parrots came too early and drank’ til they got drunk
And when the’ Magic Pudding’ came to help with Christmas Dinner
His taste was so delicious he left a trifle thinner.
With a Kangaroo as Santa, his pouch stuffed full of cheer
hopping ‘round the outback in the hottest time of year
Just guess what all the drovers got- lots of ice-cold beer.
Suzanne Delaney
For Children's Christmas Poem Contest for Carol Eastman
Born I was, still alive today, down, but I'll be back to say
Even at a small age, when our house burnt to the ground
Disorientated, confused, in it's smoke filled surround
With no other place to go, to a Caravan we called our home
It was the events after this, that allowed my mind to roam
Little me playing in a field, on a broken bottle I fell
Crimson fountains erupted, I survived, as I'm here to tell
That Monday night so special, Boys Brigade we headed to be
I tried to run faster, but my brother was faster than me
Out of the opening he went, boy running, was he skilled
He was there, but gone the next, knocked down, my brother killed
My mind now in roam and wander, fathers health started to slide
Where does a seven year old turn to, to whom does he confide
Pillar to post I headed, fostered out, and to children's homes
Six years later many more tears, my father in deathly roam
To my father I kept my promise, to the Royal Navy I would go
Whilst training, caught under a raft, my life nearing slow
Pulled from the water was I, nearly drained of what little I had
A release of water, a gasp of air, hours later feeling so glad
Eventually what I'd always wanted, to be happy and family be
Married to the girl whom I'd know, would love to marry me
But to a colleague I'd declared my worries, of a phone call I'd take
For History would repeat itself, to awaken to a possible wake
That call finally arrived, to the telephone, speaking to my eldest son
Liam his younger brother, knocked down, my tears in run
I'm blessed that he was saved, which cancelled out that call
I only wish that technology was, that I'd have a firewall
This is me up to date, apart this last weekend
Again I thought I lost my youngest, once again relieved of strain
Hours up at the Hospital, the first human skull I've seen
A serious cut to his head, but what it could have been
This my life's chapter, around the corner we never know
But all I can say to the above, around me continues to glow
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Why do mechanics need manuals when they’ve fixed it before?
Answer my question or I’ll walk out the door!
Didn’t they attend trade schools or get OJT?
Why need repair manuals? That what gets me.
I just want a mechanic who won’t refer to a book.
Just fix my car already, don’t give it a second look!
Why do pilots run checklists and reference their charts?
Just push the dang button and hope the plane starts!
Didn’t they go to flight school and pass all the tests?
Pilots fly most days, so who needs all the mess?
I want a pilot who knows without referencing a chart.
Just get on with the flying and prove that you’re smart!
What about the doctors who are practicing still?
Why can’t they get it right? And that includes the bill!
They’re always researching new studies in journals
When time’s better spent attending patients’ internals.
I just want a Marcus Welby, Ben Casey or Kildare
Instead of keeping up to date, I just want them to care.
Why do lawyers review case studies and legal decisions?
Such antics in my book leave them open to derision.
All that studying in law school should have been more than enough.
After passing the bar they should already know their stuff.
I just want an attorney who’s a know-it-all ace,
Not a book worm mouthpiece to plead my case.
Finally, the poets, being wordsmiths their art
You won’t see them referencing a checklist or chart
But look, in their hands, just what can that be?
A dictionary? Thesaurus? Are those what I see?
A real poet never needs help reading Shakespeare or Keats
Using Webster and Roget would make all of us cheats!
If a poet is real, the words should just flow
I think that all poets should automatically know
The right words to use, and literary crutches forgo
How dare they try better vocabulary to hone
They should come up with good things to say on their own.
I’m looking for poets who’ll just know what to say
Like Lewis Carroll’s poems in his heyday:
“Twas brillig, and the slithy toves, Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogroves, And the mome raths outgrabe.”
Don’t bother looking up his words, for that would be a dumb thing.
Using a dictionary or thesaurus, you might actually learn something!
From stone to
bone- hieroglyphs
to alphabets
Images and letters
from tablets to the
printing press
From skin to leaves
Stamps- Seals and indigo
Lead pencil ink or charcoal
I am a scribe -I gotta write.
I was assigned to this job-
So, it must be completed
now is my time to record in the
Book of Life" never to be deleted"
I am a poet respect it or reject it
Burning words like incense
from now in time
since--the rocks of ages-
Read my pages--
the wisdom of the sages.
I am an old but up to date
holding secrets in my
memory bank
like an old computer
with a crucial update;
I am a scribe
I have to write
What comes up-
must come out.
I scribe the words
that come
out of my mouth.
Originally posted 2012
Vicki Acquah
Does anyone care?
I cared to reach the highest peak
to reach the height of my degree
not caring where the future lay
now I will find of what I seek
a poem I know will cherish me
to lead me to the promised way
an actor who renewed his fate
an oil painting up to date
established egos moving on
it’s time to write another song
a leap to fame will not last long
they’ll come a time when they are gone
I begin to age aggresively
without the trace of memories
eroding life as time has past
and time for mortality has cast
winnowing soon to lay a shroud
to enter in a moving cloud
but who will care what I endeared
another raindrop of the arts
absorbed by heat to disappear
the difficulties I have fared
with memories no longer there
Does Anybdy care? Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
March 7, 2020
life is a broadest and deepest bears ever conception
till absolute definition is not given and not there
even after up to date knowledge we do share
adding best words there to by taking whatever care
with required proper finest perfect and pure devotion
having every kinds of material and immaterial's solution
at last fixed in constructive education how much's got
means a life's there only where there's wisdom's execution
On the way to the nursing home, we pass many beautiful sights. So many homes with pleasant yards, lawns, and flowers that delight. After so many days of rain then a little break, green everywhere abounds.
kudzu wraps up trees
grows rapidly reaches road....
goats needed to dine
Several homeplaces have clear-cut trees so that the area looks completely different. Then the area where the tornado came through and demolished so many acres of trees, damaged homes, and other buildings. It will take years for it to grow back or will it ever?
birds can't find a tree
nesting impossible there....
landscaped homes needed
The anxiety grows as we get nearer to the nursing home. Will the visit be much the same? He no longer has his hearing aids so that adds to his confusion. He mostly can't hear nor understand so the conversation bypasses him totally. She isn't up to date with the times either because she is isolated or she can't remember. The short-term memory is gone. It went the way of yesterday and can't return. They are not allowed to share a room nor are they in the same section of the home.
nurse brings her out first
he comes out, sits next to her....
they kiss, worth while trip
Ebola
August in twenty fourteen
A sign of death upon the screen
West Africa - Liberia,
Sierra Leone - now Nigeria
A swathe of death - a swift nasty one
Sweeps through these lands killing one by one
Who knows where this invisible curse
Will strike or if it will get worse
(EVD) - Ebola virus disease
Ravaged through these 4 countries
And soon it spread and people died
Like flies in houses and at the roadside
Alerts are bounding around the world
As the death count starts to unfurl
These modern times - digital age
Everyone can see the news presage
Up to date. NOW we see
Morbidly watching the catastrophe
As countries declare States of Emergency
Life goes on for millions and me
Before I even set out for Nigeria
There were stories of this Ebola
“Another black death, the modern plague,”
Mentioned in words without being vague
Before we all roll over or throw up our hands
Crying “God’s wrath threatens our lands”
Remember this thing’s been around before
In ’76 it first came to the fore
What it is and what the end result
Is for us all to prevent tumult
Personal cleanliness, care, hygiene
Can kill this silent killer unseen
We cannot encase ourselves in glass
Or stop walking in cities or on fields of grass
Life must go on - these things be fought
And not roll over and let it take its course.
So yes, we should all be alarmed
But let ourselves be duly armed
Observe and listen to what should be done
And we can stay safe – almost everyone.
Modern Driver Education
By Elton Camp
The driving school wanted to be up to date
Though current trends the teacher did hate
The boss said, “If in your job you’d stay,
You must doing things the modern way.”
Not wanting to face the unemployment line
The instructor very reluctantly said, “Fine”
He taught students the sneaky way to text
How to apply makeup while driving, next
Then how to eat with one hand while you drive
And to sip from a cup while still staying alive
Also he showed how to effectively use the radio
And the way to consult the GPS while on the go
Plus how to avoid a law enforcement trap
For driving while downloading an app
Demonstrating, so strange it made him feel,
Doing an obscene sign, one hand on the wheel
Rainy Days
Rainy days are special – they let your thoughts collect to be placed in reverie to use when needed to summon better times….. And, they water the grass….
Rainy days can bring smiles when blessings are recalled ….. Friends you have met along the way….. And they water the grass…
Rainy days keep us inside – guiltless … from neglecting outside chores… And they water the grass…
Rainy days provide opportunities to tend to inside things … like fixing that leaky bathroom faucet….. And they water the grass…
Rainy days give us time to bring stamp and coin collections up to date… or read that new best seller picked up at the book store….. And they water the grass…
Rainy days are perfect for taking care of activated hormones… to see my true love blush when I suggest we need to think of another tricycle motor…. We only have one and we set our goal as three….. And they water the grass…
Rainy days come back to bite you….. They strike when you wipe the sweat off your brow as you struggle behind a lawnmower on hot summer days…. Karma personified…… And they water the grass….
Written by John Posey
9/12/14
The ABC’s of Morning
Awake on the dot of seven
Birds are chirping away
Coffee… as always, first order of the day,
Doggy kisses from Kea
Enjoying the peace and quiet
Fumble for my glasses to see
Garden shadows in early light
Harmony of leaves in the garden
Intricate patterns at play
Just as sunlight begins, a
Kinship of finch burst away.
Lavender dreams are fading
Mindful of duties to do
Overcoming an urge to be lazy, I
Pirouette to the bathroom to dress
Quietly, I exit the bedroom, a
Resting hubby not to disturb
Sit in the lounge with my ipad
Thankful for all of life’s gifts
Up to date with events, I
Venture to start my routine
Walking, now for health reasons, try to
Xerox this action each day
Yesterday, though, I missed it
Zealot, I’m not, you might say!
7/22/15
My Grandfather’s knowledge being a preparation to achieve
Through my Grandfather’s guidance, a method in how I should proceed
It was pick a word from the dictionary, and find out’s its definition and add to vocabulary
My Grandfather taught me typing everyday for 4 hours
He wanted me to be able to type to perfection
The obvious being the indication
Inspiration coming to participate
My Grandfather wanted me to be up to date with business affairs
This was my Grandfather’s philosophy he wanted to share
He often said whatever young people are doing wrong, and I wanted you to be educated where you belong
Then it was off to College in getting Higher Education to preserver
All the above I did
I have no regret and thank myself for making the try
But my Grandfather wanted me to have more
So it was the Piano and Organ he wanted me to explore
The Career my Grandparents wanted to too strive was to be a “Court Reporter”
Well I didn’t go quite in that order
I wanted to go into a totally different field
It was to be a “Broadcast Journalist” which I felt would be ideal
However I did achieve in business detail
My Grandfather and God are who helped me preserver
My Grandfather’s motto, “You are going to remember this old man”
He is in Heaven but he was the truth in my establishment caravan.
In the land of fairies and gnomes
Was a gnome often seen on the phone
An up to date fairy
With armpits quite hairy
Like all baseball players was spit prone
© Jack Ellison 2015
Here, I wrote a bridal guide,
A rule book for future brides,
No matter if you're fair, fat and wide,
Or not, here's some dependable asides,
First, keep degrees and jobs up to date,
With some mates you can't relate,
You never know when the rats will turn,
To being a doormat, is what to spurn,
Keep some getaway money set aside,
This is important in a bridal guide,
Always update your roadside assist,
Without that, car bingles can get you miffed,
Ditto home and car insurance too,
Note these well, I say to brides like you,
Never take drugs if to Bali you roam,
Then you definitely won't be coming home,
Herein, I wrote a bridal guide,
My rule book for brides like you.......
He listens to The Beatles in the midst
of a generation which doesn't know Lennon
or the Bee Gees.
His youthful neighbors always tell him to keep
up to date with current music,
but he can only grow older, not younger.
Sometimes he stands outside the balcony,
gazing at a city that has become more populated,
and more detached -
a glass of scotch is a perfect company
when he feels alone.
A birthday cake written "HAPPY 50 YEARS,"
and a packet of liquor chocolates
wait for him on a round glass table;
he tries to remember when was the last time
he could tell his soul that he was really happy.....