Best Waiving Poems
Big top three-ring-circus ferris wheel and sideshow freaks
Ringmaster draws your attention to the center ring
Presenting the bareback rider with a graceful fling
Silly clowns riding tricycles
Fierce animals and lion tamers
Elephants waiving their disclaimers
Cotton candy and merry-go-round
Trapeze acrobats dangling high in the air
Walking the tightrope without a care
No matter how it seems appearances can deceive
Though life is but a circus with its fireworks and flames
Behind the scenes might not always be fun and games
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 5 , 2019 for contest AS EASY AS ABB sponsored by NINA PARMENTER
For they come here for me tonight.
With waiving arms and ghostly cries.
With fists locked and seething eyes.
Around my tomb they do despise.
For they come here for me tonight.
With all their lies and all their spite.
They bring their blame and deliver it to my door.
From as a child forevermore.
For they come here for me tonight.
As I feel my pain transfer to the light.
They curse and swear and wish me hell.
They pour their scorn, their malice, their hate into my well.
For they come here for me tonight.
With golden wings on which we take flight.
With smiles and peaceful caring eyes.
I leave them behind in their mad, sad world of lies.
"Dreams do this, Catcher"
mystery in the heart
misleads the kiss
the kiss bleeds
like a somersault
backwards
into the comfort
of the dream
we find hidden notes
written in the music
we miss the heart’s
true translation
we turn the page
we get down
on our knees
too late the prayers
are taken in the plate
alms waiving
backstop
out of the park
the soft fall
shot hard
left field
right field
catcher
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Juneteenth… Justifiably they say ignorance is bliss.
No, it’s nothing to be proud of.
Ultimately unaware and unfamiliar, living in Canada
I had no clue about racism.
Naïve with never more than a glimpse of references seen
on bits of night time television.
Epitomizing the slavery era, aired the much acclaimed
tv series ROOTS much to my chagrin.
Truthfully it was the last coup de grace,
the last nail in the coffin of my innocence.
Evil had a face and victims the likes of my idol
Sammy Davis Jr who sang The Candy Man.
Embittered? Supposedly not with his debonair charm,
yet what of all my Motown idols?
No further than in my lifetime, discrimination and bigotry,
the need for a Juneteenth.
Traditional celebrations commemorating the thirst
for freedom of emancipated ancestors.
Heads of parades waiving a Juneteenth Flag of Freedom
while sipping a Strawberry soda pop.
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 15, 2018 for contest JUNETEENTH POETRY sponsored by EDWARD IBEH - RANKED 3RD
Feeling
Ma’s breath but faint
and transient time dabs
paint white crusty lips below eyes
conquered
Waiving
days unhurried
ebbs and frames earthly tints
does charm a picture through the arch
window
Tricky
a raven’s bold
step, cawing and crispy
glints of dusky light off child’s drop
today
Yawning
dusk tiptoes soft
steady with measured grip
of milk-warm blanket to collar
and chin
Girl will
dream whimsical
beasts and hear dragons growl
hidden by pinnacles cloaked in
nightfall
Fading
sands slip away
ma’s breath commends the day
to night the sacred candle glow
burns cold
Sprouting life, a squeezed flesh ball enters to human race
Opening the tiny sparkling eyes, it glares, then cries
Mortals arrive as the temporize of Lord’s will
He devotes his being for fulfilling His intention, appeal.
Slowly he proceeds to maturity, enjoys youth, decays, then eventually dies…
The flavor of being alive, experiences only for a short, so lovely is those spices!
Heaven knows why He destines so short span of time for us,
The glorious Lord becomes so miser in this priceless case!
Setting the life loop He sends the tender hearts for concise time
Every heart is gifted with only one chance to live to tell the tale.
Bestowing worries like always, it hugged with some true pleasures,
Showering some pains as before, it removed my all failures
Thus, my 2015 arrived and at last retired,
I traveled along my kith and kin far and abroad.
In conclusion, what I gained is not like before
I equate my life cycle to the albatross on sea shore
Above the white waved sea, I see the frothy albatross waiving the wings, fly
Forgetting the wide wide blue boundless, bountiful textured sky
Reaching extremely high, it trembles following the sand clock
Before finishing the red rays of sky, it is to return down back
The trust of my hubby, faith on me geared its top by this year,
Destiny also gifted me the final destination of my nomad memoir
That is the best gift what I wished till then
Thanks 2015 thanks Canadian Immigration!
What a pretty girl...
Walking on the eyes of me
Smiling as the rain comes down
She is my rainbow...
May the sun stay here a while
So I can touch her and smile
In her company
I blow bubbles in the air
And I stare and watch her climb
Down the firmament
As her foot reaches the land
I lay in awe on the sand
Briefly there's a grey
Cloud that's jealous of my love
So he calls a thunderstorm
But I patiently
Cry until the drummers leave
...butterflies sing on my sleeve
Dancing down she comes
Dressed in colors of the world
Waiving at the land and sky
Flirting with my eye
How can I not love her, she
Kisses everything I see
What a pretty girl...
Walking on the eyes of me
Smiling as the rain comes down
She is my rainbow...
May the sun stay here a while
So I can touch her and smile
"There is one more thing I want to show you my girl
so that your joy may be even more complete yet," said
Jesus with a twinkle in his eyes.
Once again I was awake inside of dreamland. I was standing
on a beach, by the waters of an ocean. At a distance out in
this ocean there was a rather more modern ship than Jesus' older
noble galleon.
This ship was a merchant ship, I waived at this ship's crew who
were on the deck, and they waived back at me.
Then something caught my eyes; looking to the left I saw an
awesome sight, it was a white Arabian stallion who was racing
along the sandy beach... racing along with this merchant ship.
The crew was very enthusiastic about this.
The members of this crew were waiving and cheering this horse
on as he raced past me and ran up to the edge of the water, then he
came to a sudden stop and reared up on his hind legs. He was greeting
this merchant ship and its crew... this ship was sailing off to trade its wares,
merchandise, ideas of peace to the people of faraway lands.
Later when I was back on board Jesus' galleon, I was even more filled with
peace, hope and joy.
"See everything is in Father God's hands. So everything is going to be more
than o.k.," said Jesus with a big warm laugh.
Later when I awoke, I recorded all that had been shown to me.
Surely there were more such adventures inside that place called Dreamland.
linda puts on her lipstick and brushes her blond hair
pulls up her garterbelt and g-string underwear
a black mini skirt and a shirt with no bra
he buys her condoms and sends her off onto the night
to the streets of new york linda finds her way to the track
smiling and waiving to the tricks as they wave back
horns blow people scream police riding around
pimps on the prowl in search of their next ho
slow money causes problems so linda gets desperate
tells the trick she'll cut him a deal for a date
little linda so young and nieve has no idea whhat this trick has in mind
he pulls out a gun and points it in her ribs
tells her not to scream and do what hs says
he drives for an hour and leaves linda to wonder
finally pulling into an empty parking lot
linda knows whats next so she takes off all her clothes
hoping if she abides he'll let her go
he rapes her over and over leaving nothing to spare
stripping away what little dignity linda has left
leaving her in a pool of swet and busted nuts
he tells her to get dressed and to never say a word
with that it was all she heard
he takes her back to the place it all began
linda jumped out the van and ran as fast as she could
her pimp finally finds her all soiled and a mess
without hesitation he strikes her to the ground
the beating continued in front of everyone
what a way to end her night raped and beaten down
linda crawls away to the comfort of her hotel room
hoping and praying that the night was over for good
she jumped in the shower and cleaned her wounds
scrubbing away the blood and semen that painted her little body
linda lies down to rest and tries to forget what occured
this is the only life she knows and with it comes good and bad
tomorrows another day
Form:
I can't see the fading clock
but I hear those mournful chimes,
Been echoing through my heart
from the most ancient of times.
I can sense that she's standing
on some distant foreign shore,
Wond'ring if I think of her
like I had done once before.
Her hair's waiving in the breeze
while her eyes are set alight,
Younger than the years gone by
since I saw her on that night.
It was from a willow grove
under silence of the moon,
She walked on another path;
left a broken heart to swoon.
Were blossoms on the mountain
and white roses on a grave,
The photographs once cherished
are but fantasies ill saved.
I see floods in the valleys,
I walk through mem'ries ablaze,
Yet the times keep on moving
into soon forgotten days.
The hands of a clock still turn
in the whispers of the breeze,
All the thoughts that have passed by
can still bring me to my knees.
A willow grove waits no more
for the ones been left behind,
Still she stands upon the shore;
a broken heart drifts through time.
The sun is shining
The sky is blue.
Little did I know I’d see you.
I’m waiting to cross the street,
My mind focused on my schedule.
Going through it in my head,
it looks like I’m not going to make it to bed.
I get the signal, time to walk.
I’m strolling across, then there’s this knock-knock.
I turn and look—
It’s her, waiving at me through a car windshield.
Her beautiful smile shining through a car windshield.
Her brown eyes looking into my soul.
I wave back with a giant smile,
But in that moment, that little beautiful extraordinary moment,
She grasped my heart through a car windshield.
It's just so nice to shout out loud.
Waiving your pride and a rainbow flag.
Telling the world, "I AM PROUD!"
There are no more issues
when you walk around.
Because you just come out
from your deepest fear.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.
Let go, stand up and show off!
Nothing is wrong, just go on!
Oh it's nice to be gay, darling!
You need to let go anxiety...
Stand up against hate...
Show off what's it to be a gay.
It's nice to be gay.
As long as you spread love,
Here'a a toast of your courage.
As long as you hurt nobody,
It gives you more than freedom.
There's something even more
Be proud that you're gay!,
You are born to be special,
You are born to be loved.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.
Let go, stand up and show off!
Nothing is wrong, so just go on!
Oh it's nice to be gay, darling!
You need to let go anxiety...
Stand up against hate...
Show off what's it to be a gay,
It's nice to be gay.
If people will say,
Your sexuality is a joke.
You are not to be blamed,
Not to be blamed.
You have a purpose,
Just love and be gay.
It's your kindness that matters,
Just love above hate.
Let go, stand up and show off!
Nothing is wrong, so just go on!
Oh it's nice to be gay, darling!
You need to let go anxiety...
Stand up against hate...
Show off what's it to be a gay,
It's nice to be gay.
LeiStrauss2019
A love like this can't be missed as it continues to grow stronger and it never fails as we set sail over the sea's of change, remaining true, never blue for it's loyalty through and through. We carry this love invested in us like a ship setting sail with flags waiving in the wind, carrying us back to where it all began. It's charity the purest love we know for God planted this love in us to carry with us as cross the sea's of change remaining true to each other like no other. On a course that's beyond our reach coming from out of heaven, heaven's gates bringing us closer deeper in our soul's back home hand in hand with new beginnings for a woman and man as it was when time began.
Yes, I’ve done it once again
Removed a seeping cancerous pain,
Soleimani’s dead and gone,
The devil’s agent, the Ayatollah’s pawn.
Long the source of all things bad,
Few if any should feel sad,
If his passing caused a stir
His gruesome end aimed to deter.
Now a martyr for their cause
They’ll build him up like Santa Claus,
With waiving arms and raucous shouts
The world will see they’re no boy scouts.
My daring deeds on show once more,
They surely number by the score,
A man of steel and firm resolve,
Heaven sent to problems solve.
Yet the Media still won’t say
How great my feats are every-day,
A bunch of losers, leftie goons,
Their brains the size of shriveled prunes.
They’re now all worried by the path
Iran will take to show its wrath,
Bring it on and stand aside,
While I help our missiles glide.
If my message isn’t clear
To those that neither hear nor fear,
Mess with us and watch the show
As we make your backyard glow.
a sestet
Looking for that place beyond his memory,
he scans time and space within the room's debris
waiving the embrace requiring energy.
Twisting in the settee, he finds it in his lap
clicking uselessly - alas! it has no zap
Lacking battery! how will he take his nap?