Best Wake Up Call Poems
standing in line
at the local grocery store.
I stood there watching people
sighing impatiently and tapping their toes
while typing on their phones.
I was next, elderly lady ahead
was paying by check.
I saw her tremble
as her fragile fingers penned
away her social security check.
I reached over, held her hand.
said my dear friend,
"this checks on me."
an experience never observed
in "self checkout."
Easter Wake-up Call
Jesus ~
When you woke up in the tomb did you smile –
The living prophecy complete -
As death cowered in your victory?
Throw back your head to laugh in giddiness
As you broke free from burial’s mortal bonds
Trembling at your feet?
Sing a kingly Psalm of morning joy
Lion of Judah in roars of Resurrection
That banished Adam’s shame into oblivion
Tap your toes in rhythm to your quickened heartbeat
Chasing evil shadows around the tomb
As they cringed within your reborn shadow
Dance the dance of triumph
And mend the temple curtain torn in shreds
When wickedness groveled in defeat before you
Breathe in sweet breaths – mercy’s living testimony
To exhale in pure whispers of grace
As evil gasped in thrashing suffocation
Shout Amen! Alleluia! It is finished!
Prince of Heaven as sin yielded stinging tears
To the union of omniscient forgiveness.
Jesus
When you woke up in the tomb
Time’s framework shattered – the lost chord found
Heaven’s landscape showed through the thin matrix membrane
Mercy’s healing fragrant balm caressed earthly nails scars
The Anointed now anointed exile’s wounds with restoration’s incense
The mystery of God and man’s enigma unraveled
When you woke up in the tomb.
4-6-22
Contest: Easter Poetry Contest
Sponsor” Regina McIntosh
"The Wake-up Call"
some of us woke up far too late;
we were too concerned
about ourselves
and The Great Escape
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Do you folks see what's going on here?
We're driven by anger, frustration, and fear.
When it's raining outside, God is crying:
He knows that too many people are dying.
When you see the lightning flash and hear the thunder roll,
It means this madness is out of control.
We're losing our precious family and friends.
My question is: when will this chaos end?
We must not condone any more violence:
It's time for some action, no more silence.
But if you want this plan to be successful,
Stop acting like fools and be more helpful.
No matter the race or even the skin color,
The time is now to fight for one another.
We need love, peace, unity,
Compassion for others, and empathy.
This is going to be our wake-up call:
It's all for one and one for all.
So we'd better get our act together,
Otherwise this will haunt us forever.
You’re a 3AM
Wake up call
With another sob story
About the latest boy
Who pumped you
Then dumped you
And left you
In a sweaty lonely pile
Upon another
Empty bed
And you cry
Baby girl tears
All over my phone
And you wonder why handsome
Boys
With shining white teeth
With full heads of curly black hair
With six-pack stomachs
And tight muscular
Rear ends
Can not be more like
Mature
Older
Men
“Just like you,”
Baby girl says
“Just like you.”
And you cry
Baby girl tears
All over my phone
And you wonder why reckless
Boys
Who party all night
Who down countless vodka shots
Who shout “muthafukka,” “dude,” "beotch,"
And other raucous
Victory chants
Can not be more like
Mature
Older
Men
“Just like you,”
Baby girl says
“Just like you.”
You want me to empathize
You want me to criticize
The nasty boys
Who took you for another
Cruel and pointless ride
You want me to father you
In a way he never did
But I’m sorry
Baby girl
I’m sorry
I can’t
Because I admire and envy those
Boys
In the prime of their life
Not yet defeated
Not yet haunted
Not yet beaten
By the disappointments that
Await
They are a national treasure
A precious resource
From the exuberant crude shouts of
Irrational wild boys
Come the builders of shelter
The providers of sustenance
The conquerors of enemies
The explorers of frontiers
From the exuberant crude shouts of
Irrational boys
Come the daring adventurers
The first one into the burning house
The last one out of the burning house
The one still standing when everybody else
Fled
From the insatiable loins of such
Irrational wild boys
Come the fierce wild girls
Who dance insanely upon tables
Who run naked through the streets
Who make love without limits
In open fields
Upon damp grass
All through the night
From the insatiable loins of such
Irrational wild boys
Come the fierce wild girls
Who cat-fight for their lover
Who kill for their children
Who wail passionately for their dead
From such boys
Baby girl
From such boys
You were born into the world
My crazy baby girl
You were born into the world
Like father, like daughter
And if I could be that young wild boy
Again
The one that you hate
And love
In such a maniacal way
It would be an honor to be with you
An honor to hold you
An honor to love you
Until my dying day.
WAKE UP CALL
Wake up Congolese, wake up
It is morning, the sun arises from the east
Open your eyes and wake up.
I am Kongolo Congo, born near the River Congo
Grew up in Congo Uvira, using the Congo franc
Now I am a Refugee in South Africa.
Wake up Congolese, wake up
Yesterday Congo was the private garden of the Belgium King,
It became the province of Belgium;
It became the land of Congolese.
Today it seems as the plantation of a Congolese leader with his overseers.
Think of the future faithful leaders, oh! Congolese.
Wake up Congolese, wake up
Congo is very rich than Belgium but Congolese are too poor
Congo is the ground of the wars because of spurious politic
Congo is belatedly because of the hypocrite and selfish leaders
Congolese starve to death while walking on the golds, diamonds, and cobalt.
Congolese die poor while sailing on the gas and petrol.
Wake up Congolese, wake up
Congo is the middle and motor of Africa
African leaders do you focus on Congo
Congo made Belgium beautiful place
Congo can make New Africa City than New York City
Congo is like the heart of hearts.
Real life tragedies,
this world is at it's end.
What more bad news can we get,
another life taken from man made weapons,
or a parents careless mistake?
Nowadays drugs easily reaching the school aged children,
parties ending in shame,
opening the public's eyes.
Being a cautious driver won't save you from,
a text the other driver couldn't ignore,
or the drunk driver that couldn't call a friend.
Courageous some acts of kindness are,
like the teacher that hid her class in silence,
saving their young lives,
the Boston Strong citizens carrying on selfless acts,
or the good Samaritan,
that didn't ignore a child left in the heat while parents shop.
Perhaps there is hope,
we just have to see the positive in a negative,
and come together to create a strong nation.
The early sun rose from behind the hills.
It was a wake-up call for me.
Full of pep, I flew atop the post
One of many that surrounded the hen pen.
I gave my best rendition of a poultry reveille.
My lovely harem came to my call.
Some ruthless spoilt sport hated me.
Was it unreasonable to be wakened up
At such an early morning?
A boot came flying out of the window
Hitting me on my head.
Down I fell onto the hard ground,
Lay still, dizzy with the blow.
My hens ran around clucking, afraid.
Mine was an unyielding demanding
For though old, I did love them all
Now I just lay there deflated
Alas, I was past my prime.
For now, I lost the symbol of my pride!
coldest day ever
stiff outhouse door barely shuts
rude awakening
WAKE UP CALL
Our Navy boom box -
“Reveille Reveille ladies! It’s time to wake up!”
Never laid under covers,
took too long to make the bed.
Talk about a time table!
Never learned to eat so fast -
20 minutes,
no matter if you were first, or last
in line.
Exhilaration in passing written test.
Well think again!
For the roar of tears,
broke my heart,
but I went on
as they went their way,
set back,
hoping for another chance.
80 women in one room,
with different personalities!
I shared a bunk bed,
with a mean one.
One recruit
returned back to barracks -
looped.
Another recruit - snapping
naughty pictures
to send back home.
And we even had a devil worshipper -
Too bad!
I hope she found her sound mind!
Christmas Eve church service
crooned
the Christian Navy hymn:
Eternal Father, strong to save*
Oh hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea! Amen!
Those of us who attended mass -
singing Christmas Carols,
were high
with gladness and laughter.
My bunkmate
merely said
“Shut up”
I wish her well.
Hit the pillow -
next day of reveille
Christmas Day!
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Lyrics by Reverend William Whiting and music by Reverend John B. Dyke
The world slowly dies.
Wherever we go, life gets worse.
We see thirst of power,
A phenomenal drought of an agony!
Grassy lands turn to thorns.
Blood rages in to seas!
It’s frightening to believe,
The world is in state of insanity.
Who would walk in fire,
With greedy kings to get the throne?
Who would want to see the world frozen,
If we are numb to feel the cold?
Do we need to wait?
See ourselves eaten my big waves?
Witness how the earth will change
Turn everything in to grey?
Drowned by worldly desires
But no one would…
No one ever wants to picture
How death lavishly perishes mankind.
If we’ll build a castle of nightmare
It will only show that we choose to fail
If it happens that we are not clean yet?
We’ll watch our souls burning in hell.
in early July nineteen-eighty-six
waking up in the naval hospital
what’s going on here my mind playing tricks?
no longer would I see Reggie Little
whenever I stood I couldn’t do it
and it was very hard for me to walk
for that July wheelchair I’d have to sit
the worse thing was stuttering when I talk
then came walker and crutches and good-bye
I was heading back home which wasn’t good
reliving my childhood stuttering why?
when I talked I was so misunderstood
today achy bones and scars are still there
but writing poetry makes it all fair
The dawn wakes me
Morning sun shines on me
I reflect its light
Wake Up Call
That’s right. Burst my bubble.
Break my dream, why don’t you.
‘Open your eyes’, you say.
‘Wake up to reality’, you say.
I should press your snooze button
And turn back to my dreams,
But you’ll only be back
With another wake up call.
OK, OK, I’m getting up.
Here I go.
Just give me a minute to pack my dreams in my bag.
I’m taking them with me,
And leaving you behind.
Sitting here in this cold dark cell thinking about hard we was liven in the hood!! Never thought I would be 15 years old strung out painkillers doing atleast twenty or thirty pills a day if I didn't have any I didn't get out bed I treated my parents horrible until my life was turned upside down.. Laying in bed i hear someone knocking on the door it gets louder and stronger theres atleast twenty police officers outside front and back. Sheriff's and all come in read us our warrants at the time I'm scared,devasted crying my heart out who in the hell would do something like this to my family? They put me in handcuffs in walk me out the house into the cop car and we all. Meet again as we are being booked all I hear is mom and dad saying babygirl its going to be okay!! No it wasn't judge sent me to a juvenile detention center where I stayed for 3 1/2 weeks can't sleep or eat withdrawals are so bad I just wait to die... Return to court in my orange county jump suit as I face the judge I'm terrified scared wondering what's happening.I see my parents across the room just want to hug them tell them I'm sorry for everything, judge comes out we discuss what's going on luckily he didn't charge me as an adult.. As I'm sitting there he asked is there anyone that could take her in my grandmother stood up and said no so I went to Vincent's Indiana to a rehabilitation center where I stayed for 8months then moved to an independent living program another 6 months I graduated from there and was moved to foster care about 4 times til they found a family for me!! I was so lost and confused. But I found myself but at the age of 17 I was raped and treated like I was nothing!! Even though I lived with the chief of police the judge said I deserved. Not right at all.. Ive so many regrets, mistakes, but I'm only getting stronger but that doesn't mean I'm healed I will never be the same.. Holding grudges scared to go any where alone.. I am being judged every where I go!! I was so upset,mad,devasted, depressed, lost and confused and full of hatred..