Best Usually Poems
I guess it's time for me to say to all America.
We are in debt and it is time to cut spending.
This does not mean it is time to argue how.
What it means is We Need to decide what percentage we cut.
Almost 2% is ridiculous and yet you argue over it incessantly..
Let me simplify your problem for you
Cut every check paid out including all salaries and benefits for EVERYONE
You have managed to put everyone in debt and EVERYONE OF US OWES
Pick a percentage of cut (I would suggest 25%)
And yes I mean every check to every part of government including Social Security Checks.
You have put them in debt too
Make everyone pay by reducing their money by the same percentage as everyone else.
Then the enormity of your crime will be exposed for what it is
YOU HAVE FAILED US MISERABLY
and we all must pay our share of your debt
Usually, I'm afraid of the night.
The night is dark and full of menaces,
Only the fridge in it is so bright
And full of lovely many things.
If you are reaching too high
you shouldn't have to ask "why?"
If you are reaching too low
There are things, you may never know
If you are reaching too quickly
I am afraid, you might end up being sorry
If you are reaching too slow
Somehow, I think you might never grow
If you are reaching too fast
Whatever it may be, it will never last
If you are reaching for it, tomorrow
Today, all you’ll have are sorrows
If you are reaching for it too late
Well I guess, it’s just never your fate
But if you are reaching, just in the right time
Then surely, you’ll always be mine
By: Wilbert Evangelista Dela Cruz
"Is this the gate of Heaven?" asked Mary.
"Silly" said Anne, it's only the gate of the park."
As they walked down the glade Mary enquired:
"Who lives in the trees over there?
Look. they're waving at us."
"It's nobody," said Anne, "just the shades
dancing over the grass under the trees."
"Let's climb the mound," said Mary.
"Yes, let's" said Anne.
"Does this hill lead to the sky?" asked Mary.
"Of course it doesn't," snapped Anne.
"If you were big like me, you'd see
the thorns and thistles with purple flowers
on the brow of the hill, you would."
"Are hilly brows like eyebrows?" asked Mary.
"Sort of, ony different," said Anne,
looking very deliberate like Mum sometimes.
Mary ran ahead. "Look!" she cried,
"you can see a piece of the sky
where there's a hole in the ground."
"Silly, that the relegshun of the sky
in the lake," said Anne.
One at the lakeside they saw a swan
swimming gracefully toward them.
"Is it an angel? asked Mary .
Her sister was speechless for a moment.
"It's just lovely," sighed Ann,
who for once dropped her omniscient guard.
silly
Scrape away, at a life. You just weren’t given any real instructions –
so, you scrape like a carpenter
at grey washed walls, wanting
to peel off old paint – old memories,
in your head you scrap away
the talk back – that little
squirrel inside the trunk of your head
it scrapes.
You scrape and scream, you scrape and
feel the muscle of your right hand
figure the page into
something. You scrape
days and trash them. Who
will find them? Who cares that you scrape
while in labor? scrape every morning you wake –
scrape on body, scrape on heart, scrape on this
bloody life
until you just can’t scrape –
When smarmy folks I KNOW dislike me
come to me with phony stuff
and nonsense they spread on so thick,
their hugs I surely will rebuff.
I-love-you hugs from sincere people—
bring ‘em on! Can’t get enough.
I’m-sorry hugs from those who mean them
never leave me in a huff.
I-GET-you hugs of understanding
build me up and bless my soul.
I’ve-missed-you hugs from friends and grandkids
thrill me, heal me, make me whole.
Date Posted: May 31, 2020
received NA in Hugs Poetry Contest judged on June 14, 2020
placed 3rd in John Hamilton's re-run contest June 16, 2020
Usually, in primary school infections
Carried by air mass, as a rule.
But more infections result of actions,
In a sexually mature school!
When we don’t a lunatic fetter,
Sanity does not look quite better;
When A Sluggard is The Pace Setter,
Things begin to happen much later:
An Aquarian Chosen Go-getter,
A lot tend to be rather wetter;
Everyone A Well-Trained Sharp Shooter
Exchange of Gunfire The Redder;
One deciding to be A Looter
Many Shaky Accounts The Redder …
I’ve told you what usually follow
And why my laughs are sometimes hollow.
Rarely I unfold my heart
being vain is state of art
locked for love can be tart
Many Men Usually Unstable
Many men usually are always unstable;
And to do are surely willing and able;
Had heard them yelp,
Need women to help;
Saw this on the news served by cable
Jim Horn
5,525. Now am 30 away from my
major number.
We are usually not aware
Of those things that cause despair
As long as they aren't shares of spoils
No one toils and moils
Like the menaces against our local farmers
We are not aware
The lives reported dead at the Toll Gate
We are not aware
The cause of the floods that ravage our communities
We are not aware
Just like milk that spoil when it stays too long
No political party should be allowed to stay for long
Three years and a term should be enough
The desired four years and two terms are always rough
Let's call a spade a spade
Maybe our leaders are happy at the sight our blood on their blade
The desperation that caresses their quest for power
Proves that they'll become intoxicated with veto power
The singular cause of our despair
Is their nonchalant attitude to repair
Except for the shares of booties
They didn't aspire to render civic duties
She’s usually smiling, usually inspiring, usually delighting – in the moment, the quiet, the light of a spirit who brings her fulfillment. ~ quote by author
Usually, she gives – generously
With joy, offering her gifts
Her kindness, her acceptance
The wonder of a tender word
Pretty songs of hope, shadowed
By love that she usually knows
Will forever abide inside her
Heart, where there grows…
A melody of gentleness
The depths of serenity
Usually, she sighs – thankfully
With delight, presenting her smile
Stirring feelings of aliveness,
Passionate prose and poetry that
Shows much more than she says
It is this poem of her faith…
That silences every dread
Usually, she tries – contributing
With excitement, a promise
In the shadow of her provision
The impact of a love so sure,
So brilliant it shines, like the sun
Sparkling like stars in the night
Reminding hearts why …
She believes, without evidence
To verify her faith, she believes
Because, usually, she knows
What it means to listen
To the whisper of His still, small voice…
The mystery, the chorus of a psalm
Drawn from the feeling He excites
Feeling so strong it is alive
Usually, she abides in the light
The rich, vibrant hue of satisfaction
That comes from knowing…
The Son who is…
far more brilliant than the sun
will ever be
Usually, she believes
Without a doubt,
In the One who brought her out
Of the darkness!
Into the assurance of a LOVE that is eternal
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"The razor usually lies there",
He said, pointing to the jagged line
Making its way down his wrist
"The pressure does it
It takes control of the blade
And I can't stop it"
"You could if you wanted to", I said
"I don't want to"
The lines made no certain design
They were just colored in red
"Don't tell anyone. I couldn't live"
That's supposed to be a sign, right?
A sign to help, a cry for help?
All I could say was
"I'm sorry they made you that way"
Written June 22, 2004
I’m Usually Just Okay
Miracle Man
3/7/2024
Sometimes a friend,
will ask how I’m doing.
My response is usually,
I’m good or okay.
When an in depth answer,
they’re pursuing.
They repeat the question,
in a more subtle way.
Oft times one can sense,
that things aren’t right.
My mannerisms leave clues,
that cause them concern.
Sometimes encouragement,
can’t make things alright.
So for better times I pray,
and better days to return.
I was once told “I know that you’re good,
but good for what”?
Some days I’m good or Okay is a stretch.
Tom
they can’t see me if I can’t see them
she covered her eyes with her paws
looked down, shutting them tightly
someone giggled, but she refused to look up
if she ignored them they would disappear
she heard a cough
now she was getting frustrated
humans are usually more predictable than this
she stared at the little girl wondering what was wrong with her
you are so cute! The child said, reaching for her
the bunny began hopping away as hard as she dared
terrified now, because this human did not follow the unwritten rules
like the others