Best Useful Poems
I love it
When you touch me
And squeeze me really tight
You make me
Feel important
With all the warmth and light
I value
Every moment
Even if they’re brief
Getting noticed
And being chosen
Is such a huge relief
Don’t let
The skies rule you
And tell you what to do
Sitting idle
In a heap
Can be really bad for you
Don’t keep
Me in the dark
I prefer not to take a break
I’m happiest
Being out there
When integrity’s at stake
Even though
I’m weathered
Strength is my best feature
I’ve endured
Hard times before
And survived a vicious creature
But still
I’m always faithful
When I know that you are mine
I hold on tight
With all my might
To your best clothes on the line
Today as I sat in my wicker chair
taking in the sweetened air
no swallows flew above my head
I watched the warming ground instead,
it seemed that every ant and bee
was working much the same as me
taking in the breath of spring
and doing useful outside things
basket of green and red apples
fullscreen fruitful seeds planted
rotten apples in my eyes
have no demise
I find useful rotten fruit laying
in the middle of the group
for the abused and bruised make apple juice
I fuse, fry and make a pie
the beaten and battered were never shattered or tasteless
will always find a place for the thought to be wasted
why misplace a whole basket for just a 2 bad apples
must not be organic
maybe Monsanto GMO
now no apples in my reach
responsibilities hanging from the orchard waiting to ripe
red or green no matter
never make the same mistake twice.
genetically modifying Johnny Appleseed to tell a lie
I guess that's what happens when artificial changes natural
roll the dice pay the price when you mess with the seed of life
ALL GONE no more seeds, WE DIE
The clock of my mind stopped in 1897.
it is always late autumn
and we dress mostly in grey
steam locomotive whistles
daily puncture our thought balloons
my teacher once said:
Boy, consider the rectangle,
source of all progress.
forty days and forty nights
forty shekels and forty cubits
and thirty pieces of silver
the number of mosquitoes
skating on the rain barrel
a marching panorama
of numbered cards
sometimes, a Joker!
a fire or a drunken brawl
.
I'm
so sorry
I can't come
shopping with you
................................
but I've got a headache
which I probably
caught from
you last
night
.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
is an extraordinary word
Good thing that Google was invented
Great way to find the meaning of difficult words
Today a fantastic source of learning
In fact, it is truly impressive
I must admit I frowned for a while
... thirty-five letters in one word
It’s so easily to do it complicated for ourselves,
before everything falls into place
You dragged me down to your level with your heartless judgment...love didn't arrive at my doorstep
You are the predator and I’m the victim
You are the executioner and I’m the man, tied up to the chair
GET A GRIP....
SIP...satisfy your taste buds with happiness....and dip dip dip
Into the river
R I V E R
Disappear, fear that clothes me
Reappear, fearlessness that suffocates thee
Your river of deceit leaks out… now, I can clearly see
Your true colors…you resurrected radiance in the eyes of millions…and you allowed me to escalate with ecstatic eagerness and enjoyment, much like a satisfied, well-watered tree…nurtured by sunlit glee
I never thought that this all could be
You push me to become like all felons
Possibly, doubt slipped into my mind and traded me with prosperity in the hands of tragedy
Nothing can harm us...
We're on the same bus
You killed my trust and hope…and fed your twisted honesty
Our bittersweet chorus of lies and miseries sings its tune of tainted lullabies
Move on once again we must…or we’ll be targeted by calamity
I know you hear me, but you ignored my silent cries…oh darling, how the time flies…
Oh please, darling angel, fix me, for I am a wrecked-up bicycle – never wave your
Misery-laced goodbyes…cut it out before it devours us with utter distress!
For you, I am now saddened and try to untie myself from this mess…
As my love and hope for you slowly but surely dies,
Sift out the vile lies and don’t ask your why’s
I still hear your wistful cries
You relied on the Lord of the Flies
And you engrossed him…now, he draws near to you because you enchanted him with your miraculous powers…I was spell-bound and gravity-bound in the chambers of alienation while you were showing off your capacities…I thought it cool!
You say it’s a natural gift that’s used as a priceless, grand tool…but, I take you as a fool!
When one forgives others, is like when one imidates Jesus Christ who forgave all those
against Him and his enemies. Also God embraches around the
one who forgives with great joy, and friendship and by looking down on Him and saying with
Great honesty of words i forgive you friend. He also cares alot of us and is always ready
with His heart wide open for all sinners to convert.
The pole has been tall and erect for 80 years
Everyone says it can no longer be of use
It has to be too weak to fly a flag
Oh, but the pole is not too weak
An older flag came along, a bit heavier than the new ones
The old pole perked right up
He would show those newer poles a thing or two
He hoisted the old flag and took it to the top
The flag flew so high and so proudly
The newer poles stood in awe and were amazed
How can such an old pole do what he is doing?
They never imagined the possibility
But it goes to show that all things are not equal
Age has nothing to do with ability
All things can happen if we desire to do what people say we can't
Never underestimate old poles
They still can fly the flag
The Useful Guru
Melanie heard of a remarkable man,
with a groundbreaking view on life,
millions of people watched his videos,
learned how to deal with daily strife.
She found herself in a bad place,
her career not going so well,
so she went to him on weekend,
her deep issues, she would tell.
She said,”It’s so hard as a woman,
to get anywhere in this world,
the glass ceiling keeps me down,
they’ll never respect us girls!
I need to know how I should go,
’cause I’m sick and tired of it!
How do I get my six figures?”
Said the guru,”Work hard, don’t quit.”
Jamal was a child of the projects,
no father, bad schools, and gangs,
he’d spent night in prison, more than once,
had been jumped, has his bell rang.
So he went in to find the guru,
to ask him for his advice,
he said,”Man, they’re all out to get me,
make me suffer, live by knife.
A guy like me cannot get ahead,
they don’t like my coal-dark skin,
The Man is determined to suppress me,
it's all over before I begin!
How do I get on out of this place,
I’m tired of the grime and grit.”
Guru said,”Nobody is ‘suppressing, you,
wanna leave? Work hard, don’t quit.”
Russel was born to put on a show,
a magnetic soul on the stage,
he pounded pavement, worked auditions,
but still very rarely was paid.
He found the guru hoping that he
could help him with his career.
He said,”I feel like it’s a circle,
and that I don’t get anywhere.
My friends say I should play ‘the game,’
that it’s how the industry works,
they say I can’t expect my merit
to impress these studio jerks.
But I’m not gonna get on my knees,
not for a part or a bit,
am I a fool just wasting my time?”
Said the guru,”Work hard, don’t quit.”
A reporter came seven years later,
he’d heard of guru many claims.
“Melanie Cox, the big C.E.O.
says you helped her get to fame.
And my buddy Jamal says that you
helped him leave the ghetto.
The actor, Russel Zane, credits you
with pushing him to bigger roles.
So many people are now swearing by
the things they hear you say,
my producers are interested to know
what exactly is you game?
How do you get such great results,
can you tell me your secret?
Guru said,”It’s no damn mystery.
Wanna win? Work hard, don’t quit.”
“Cause there ain’t no other way…”
If you desire you can
always walk alone anywhere
since and mostly never forget
to carry the path along with you
so you can return whenever you want !
Do not go gentle into that totalitarian night
They lured you in with the promise of a new day
Rage against their deception, and for freedom's light
From a stagnant pool, you jumped into a river of no return
They said the new would rise, the old could burn
Swim against their current, rage against their tide
Face the mistake you made of choosing the wrong side.
Good men, deceived, crying for a mirage bright
Efforts at social justice inverted their deeds to dark
Still time to review how it happened, but no time to win the fight.
Grave men but old who tried to give blind new sight
They blazed like meteors, but fell short and lost the day
From all directions enemies come, too late to defend what's right
And you my father, there in that sad height
You said death was better than seeing what would come
A cursed sunset, a bitter sinking sun.
Don't look outside, draw the shades, as the noose draws tight
We'll shed tears together before the dying of the light.
It has come to my attention that the moon is capable of growing
green bananas, keeping sheep and goats, but not cows
the cattle emit too much gas.
If we send refugees there and not to Rwanda, they must be
nonsmokers; which surprised me as a packet of Camel was
found by Neil Armstrong, it was planted there by young Putin
to blame the USA.
The Palestinians refuse to settle on the moon and insist
on staying in Palestine despite the Zionist efforts to kill them.
Mind, a day might come when the Zionists have to go
to the moon and build a new Jerusalem in a moon crater.
In the meantime, IDF is tasting their skill in Gaza.
When they enslave you
you will not know it;
it will feel like a gift,
a great idea, a necessary step.
When they nail you
to an all-encompassing
surveillance system
you will think it a fine new law
to track only the bad guys,
you won't think it could ever be you
they're looking for.
When they come for your guns
you will willingly surrender them
for the sake of peace and safety,
proudly consider it your duty.
When they cancel and mute your voice,
it will be in the just cause of 'disseminating
reckless false misinformation,'
or of being a conspiracy theorist,
and just maybe you're also a racist!!
Then they will indoctrinate your children,
pervert them, turn them against you
for it’s not your future
it’s theirs,
'theirs' meaning those in charge
of your life.
They will control you
from cradle to grave.
You will no longer have to pursue happiness,
it will be rationed for you,
so you can watch moron TV
until you die.
When one freedom after another
is smothered and shut-down
you will be looking the other way
thinking what a fine day
to be this free
in the home of the brave.
Settle deep in the creek as the waters consistently flow
Where the crawdads hide and upon which algae grow
A stepping stone as the children run to the other side
It’s just a rock, without feeling and no sense of pride
A stone was used by David when Goliath fell to the ground
Not a word could it say: with no voice; not even a sound
But it conquered the giant, with the blow to his forehead
It’s just a rock, simply found on the floor of a creek bed
Each stone in its place as the architect builds the wall
Placed into the mortar to make the most beautiful of all
Homes standing out in neighborhoods with array so grand
It’s just a rock, bearing such beauty in the master’s hand
Picked from the earth as father and son play on the shore
Throwing atop the water to see whose would skip more
Creating laughter as the family watched while they play
It’s just a rock, But, it’s so much more; wouldn’t you say!