Best Usefully Poems
Crowning Glory
Mr Rose,welcome to this antique plexus,
It will for sure tickle your neuro plexus,
This exclusive table of veneer has a historical nexus,
Sandalwood modified in the grand factory of Texas.
Some pieces here do have a background mystical,
But this unique model with motifs has a glaze magical,
Multipurpose architecture,no doubt,it is usefully structural,
Crafted with engraved pattern as crown for beauty additional.
Two moderate sized shelves on both sides,
Have scope for things to store in wide,
Centered drawer for documents at handy inside,
With a plain table top to use with pride.
Well spaced top to write,eat and sit,
Water proof century exotica for so many things to fit,
I bet a deal no loss,all profit and benefit,
Just for more than 400 dollars to start to bid.
Moghul Emperor Akbar had it in his court,
Mirza ghalib renowned poet on it wrote,
Queen Elizabeth ,its flourescent key chains did note,
Monsieur,any other dealer many times than this will quote.
Contest:The Auctioneerist.(Auction contest)
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Sponsor:Mystic Rose.
11.03.2016
poetrysoup must finely flourish
This is my most sincere wish
Her difficulties give me anguish
She helps swim every poet-fish
By giving the site my best write
I must supply minds bright light
The site provides enough delight
I must take her to a great height
For a long time the site never opened
I was worried as to what happened
My agonies due to this deepened
No help at all I could usefully send
A site which helps all noble poets
By giving to their emotions outlets
Getting troubles gives great regrets
As all poets got caught in worry-nets
I felt like a sad fish out of water
When the site I could not enter
Due to defect in my brain-computer
Membership problems I did encounter
The site gave kindly clarification
By intimating me the rectification
Proper application of correction
Ended in membership-completion
I felt like hugging my mother
And being kissed by my father
Kindly embraced by my brother
My mind faced nice weather
A site where poets play
And their skill they display
Their ideas they convey
poetrysoup shows a way
Really her presence is a gift
As she gives to emotions lift
If her happiness suffers theft
In the lurch we poets are left
May God bless dear poetrysoup
As she has a lovely poets' group
Using pen we poets form a troop
This Godly site, none can dupe.
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My two hands are my dear friends,
They are always by my side.
I never realised how great they are,
Until I lost their help after a stroke.
I learnt to walk with their assistance,
They held the walls and objects in my way,
To save me from falling and hurting.
They helped me from my childhood.
My school days passed, successfully,
Thank the hands which wrote the exams,
And made me someone in the society,
Thanks again for the life I led usefully.
When I look back, I was surprised to note,
They fed me , dressed me, made me a person.
They cared for my husband, my children,
My grand kids and made my life whole.
The lifeless hands, were once my saviours,
Helped me to pray to God for my needs.
Dear God, thank you for giving me perfect hands,
To serve you and the people around me.
Stormzy you aint the dogs Boris
you're just a rapper with a forest
and I promise honest son
the strongest grow an amazon
you're just a woodchuck not Norris
a man should woodchuck Boris
shouting chuck the government
undoubtedly just another chump
and it may seem very drastic
the geriatric made you plastic
because your stature factors
obtainable manufactured
that's factual
you ain't urban raw
more corporate tool.
why are you so frustrated
you made it now tagged to politics
marketing tricks get you rich
from hits you pitch to poor kids
urban representative unscented
do mentally subtracted
hoodie youths attract to this
political track diss
war the Tories with your poor peeps
they buy more your beats
talk about honesty
obvious marketing
tagged on to politics
masses see you exist
hear your hits and make you rich
you're like Tories
growing pockets fill
play poor need more
logics ill.
powerless to a long diss
like Austin Powers piss
grow your roughage
of awful I'm audacious
got pages to go all day Cuz
on your low brow go at BoJo
without mojo what a bozo
then label makers at the Guardian
the Labour paper for retarded men
report our nations a place
where racism takes place
I'll confront you straight to the face
you are racist mate works both ways
stupidity you're chatting
shouting victim
but the cause it happens
don't rally crews through false pretence
they harm and face sentence
justification accepts consequence
make sense bruv,
you gotta stage
you talk to these people
inciting them evil,
you're an idiot with it,
don't group and bigot
powers yours use it there will be unity,
I diss insult but end usefully
I write it down you do too
no race just paper me and you
*Cuz - cousin
BoJo - Boris Johnson
It is fall clean up in my garden, Lord.
I'm feeling guilty, sad, lonesome and blue.
The grasses and the weeds have over run
The lovely flowers, planted there for you.
Is this a mirror to my life dear Lord?
Have all my kinder deeds been overcome
By ugly thoughts and hurting acts and words?
Wild dandelion crowds out chrysanthemum?
Forgive me, Lord, if I have failed to tend
My garden in the manner that I should.
I'd claim the days I spent so foolishly
And use them more gainfully if I could.
Now that I'm in the autumn of my days,
I hope to take each day I have in store
And spend each precious second of that time
More usefully than I have done before.
Now as I pull each baneful weed and grass,
Removing each intruder one by one,
I hope to stand before you judgment day
Well kept, weed free, with all my gardening done.
By Joyce Johnson
For Constance a Rambling Poet's "I am sending you a gift of poetry, dear heart" contest
Inspired by her "Working in The Garden" poem on page 7 of her file
I AM
Why do I spend time
To rue past mistakes,
Or anyhow,
Spend worry time
About my future’s sake,
When I could
Just be now.
Yes, I’ve mistreated someone,
Which made me feel bad,
But that’s over and done.
Dwelling on that is futile,
Just beating myself
“With a wet noodle”.
Why can’t I
Just be now?
And why do I such worries cling
To what a fearsome future brings?
Loss of wealth I can easily see;
Dwindling health could fearfully be.
But why can’t I
Just be now?
Yes, hopefully I’ve learned
From past transgressions
And am preparing to
Handle future depressions,
With energy usefully used.
But worry of future and past,
Is energy abused,
So at last,
Why can’t I just be now?
I keep my remote distance:
controlling volume,
sweep of channels--
omnipotence in the palm of my hand.
Of course we know
in our hearts
this is foolish--
the entire exercise
or lack of;
the sediment life style
or lack of;
death in an easy chair--
too easy to die,
far too soft
and cushy
to take shape
and usefully live....
Standing cautiously at precipice, leaning
backwards-looks down.
Sudden thrust, feet leave ground, heart
pounding. He leaps.
He doesn't fall, reassuring earth beneath
spoils adventure.
Heart craves-helpless feeling of fall,
thrilling freedom & fear enslaved.
And fear enslaved rational mind, brews
hole in gut, hollows being
As sour tasting cowardice dulls
imagination. Desires numbed.
Defeat stares face,eyes shamefully shy
away, parched lips dry- twitch
explanations.
Addiction then wears sublime mask of
exhilarating adventure,
Petty truth, worthless pride of commoners,
be rooted to earth;
Thoughts take wings, paint visuals tainted
with experience,
Mind chains to ground, screaming-"Don't
jump, you will die". Legs frozen.
Death is but for mortals, invincibility
entices brave heart.
Weak-kneed it gives in to adrenaline rush
& impractical want of freedom.
Hopes fuel foolishness, foolishness fuel
hopes; each weakens unwavering reason.
But reason weakens true greatness. Heart
wills greatness be conquered.
Life useless lived uselessly for useless
use of living usefully.
Standing cautiously at precipice, leaning
backwards-looks down.
Life ashamed at such inaction in hind
sight sparks frenzy uncontrollable.
Toes quivering, excited heart skipping
beats, fingers flexed.
Sudden thrust, feet leave ground, heart
pounding. He leaps. He flies.
Freedom.
- Viraj Shah © 7.12.2013
FACE IT ONCE AND YOU’RE FREE
Thirty years ago Air Canada
Flight 802 mid-Atlantic - March -
Stormy patch, high level thunderstorm
Wind, lightning, plane went dark,
Wings flapping alarmingly, seatbelt sign on.
You’d last two minutes in the water
If you survived the crash.
Ultimate stress moment:
Now no control over my life, got to face
Possibility of termination.
Had I lived a good life? Not entirely.
You can’t undo anything.
Figured I had at least spent my earth-time usefully.
Figured the main sin was wasting your life.
Had I tried to fill each unforgiving second with action?
If I could repeat, could I do more? No.
Figured I was ready. Wasn’t afraid to die.
Still not afraid of death today.
Face it once and you’re free.
Never remain lazy and lose the chance
Be brisk and active to acquire success
When you just relax without any efforts
Your golden dream cannot be realized
If you remain passive with no dreams
You may come out as an also-ran man
Instead, if you move Heaven and Earth
Success will come to you by searching
Never limit your genius by surrendering
Think high and confidently enter the deal
Great rewards, you will reap definitely
Narrow not your mind by allowing fear
You win by taking steps with deep faith
Your success lies in your own hands
At times you may be standing on it
Due to its nearness, you may overlook
Giving up is an easy job that can be done
To you, now I ask, What is the use of that?
Just saying "no" and then staying damn idle
Will it bring any growth or mirth or glory?
My dear soul, take my word and think
Let us not rust by taking indefinite rest
Let us use all our faculties well to excel
Contributing usefully for World's welfare.
I was a facebook addict till last month. I used to check facebook every 5 mins.Many times,I voluntarily asked my friends to give likes and comments.Suddenly a big dispute between my internal monologue and me.
IM:Why are you sharing the photos in fb? Just to show case your talents?.What is the use of sharing it? Will it promote your talent or will it help you to succeed?
ME:I am just letting my friends to see my stuffs ,so that I will get a feedback to improve my skills .
IM:If you want to do so,why don’t you send them in personal?
ME:They might be busy in times and they would not reply.If I post in fb,they will see it when they have enough time.
IM:What if no one likes it?
ME:I feel perturbed
IM:What if you get more likes?
ME:I will be delighted.
IM:So?Is that what you need in your life? Just the likes? What are you going to do with it? If you are just elated in the temporary happiness,then you cannot clinch big.After all,delighting in pride is the root cause of failures.
ME:Then how could I share my posts ? How could I let my friends know what I am doing?
IM:Are they longing to see your posts? Has anybody ever told you that they missed your posts? ME:Few people have said that
IM:Just work hard in silence let your success make all the noise.
That was all the solace I could embrace to quit facebook.Since quitting fb,I have been spending my time usefully.I started participating in many real competitions,getting enough time to prepare for the competitive exams.
A porky problem
worth resolving
Is our scientifically hoggish evolutionary
survivalist assumption
that all Creatures that Matter
would highest and best
usefully support AnthroPrivileged
rabidly expanding WealthCare
EcoPolitical Systems
Monopolizing EarthMother's breastmilk
and extracting fertile fuel
from her commercialized
and marginalized,
raped
and enslaved ****.
Pigs in a mud-warmed pond
experience a health care system
without monotheistic meaning
and not intending
or pretending
any monopoly rights to embodied pleasure,
much less spiritualized Paradise
As deeply as we can communicate
only AnthroGods and their Goddess Concubines
believe in our immortal EarthRights
to entitled lives that exclusively matter
for EarthMother's healthiest wealth
resilient solidarity
and resonant synergy.
Swine, by compassionate comparison,
gladly show us
more resilient thrival instincts
than avoiding the Killing Butcher
by feeding and pushing our piglets
toward a capital-fueled Trauma Machine
As any pig would know,
survival of the fattest
is not necessarily as enlightened
or empowering
as we might
whole herd EarthTribe
together sacred grow
In cooperative mindfulness,
EarthTribal integrity,
solid
resilient synergy,
with the copassionate mindfulness
of a mystified
post-partum sow.
Life is journey,
Move on and on,
Don't stop at all.
Life is given to everybody,
To make it useful is our deed.
To become something is our wish.
We all sit in a train of life,
Our goal is different, but same
We all will die, as we win.
Life is candle,
It burns on and on.
At last stops.
Life is like time,
Once lost can never be gain
So utilize it in good things.
Life is like use and throw pen,
Once over can never start again.
Using it usefully is a good thing.
Life is a forest with many routes.
We are the one to select the correct.
by:-
vrushani thaker
One must enjoy the present moment
That alone is shrewd time-management
When the present is well-utilized
By the fine results all are surprised
When every second is usefully spent
No occasion will come to repent
When precious time is by us wasted
Surely success cannot be tasted
When we are punctual in our affairs
For us, success, time kindly spares
When we spend time without care
We cannot blame time as unfair
Laziness is time's first enemy
As former makes life gloomy
Time and tide wait for no man
So implement soon the plan
In case you wait for somebody
Remember that he must be ready
If time is not properly employed
Life cannot be definitely enjoyed.
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One poetess advised me to be brief
As my words can be easily recollected
She is no more, but her advice lingers
I nowadays think of her with gratitude
Only when we are brief and to the point
Our message will be read by everyone
As, all are worried over loss of time
And brevity makes them never worry
Even if my poetry tells golden words
And it is so long like river Nile
Many may skip it in a hurry with fear
As time can never be wasted by all
Thank you dear poetess, you are great
As once you were nominated for Nobel
You belonged to the land of Socrates
Your advice is ever worth remembering
May your soul rest in peace my dear
You have opened my eyes usefully
I long back understood not your idea
Now, I know, you have benefited me
We must muse over others' admonitions
Gold and diamond may be there hidden
If we have the guts to scan and find
We and the World are surely profited !