Best Way To Go Poems
Of course it would involve making love
If I had to choose the way that I would die
Fornicating until my heart gives out
Is something I might like to try
The mortician might have a job to do
In trying to fix the smile stuck on my face
And the cause of death on the certificate
Might result in a little disgrace
But alas, my heart seems to last much longer
Than the other required part for this act
But I am willing to keep on giving it a try
And on that you can bet as a fact
Written for the "Die A Fun Death" contest.
Slow Rolling railcars are a better pick,
If high-speed travel makes you sick.
Slow On The Uptake is confusing,
Slow But Sure, safe but unamusing.
Slow Markets make a stock broker mad,
Slow Release tablets - best to be had!
In the Slow Lane, you're just an onlooker.
Best “Slow” I know is in my Slow Cooker.
An old man bought her gems and he smiled,
Knowing where they would be in a while...
Sex with a young beauty,
Great legs, boobs and booty.
If he died, he'd be going in style.
Way to go! High Five
With my hand up in the air I gave a high five
I misjudged my aim, I had to dive
11/22/2015
Poetry Contest: Epigram couplet
Sponsored by: Silent One
Long Way to Go
No time to waste
no time to rest
got to get on my way
'cause times gettin' short,
an' I got a long way to go.
When I got up this mornin'
grabbed a quick cup of joe
jumped into my car
and down the road I go,
'cause times gettin' short,
an' I got a long way to go.
No time to smell the roses
no time to see the sights
got to get on down that road,
'cause times getting short,
an' I got a long way to go.
Why all the rush?
Why all the dust?
just running on down that road,
'cause times getting short,
an' I got a long way to go.
Each day that goes on by
is one less that I have,
don't have time to waste,
no time to fool around,
'cause times getting short,
an' I got a long way to go.
He rode up to the building
In a chauffeur driven car
A Rolls-Royce I think it was
He sported a cigar !
Wow! A big impression!
A rock-star could he be?
No, just a salesman -
For Nuclear Energy.
And there within the boardroom
Afore his spiel began
He flexed his corporate muscles
'Twas avarice in his plan:
His presentation: awesome
His dress: impeccable
But the content of his words
Were not so laudable
Embraced were words of safety
Extolled was energy
But n'er did he speak - meltdown,
Nor nuclear misery.
He hung his head in shame
When questions then began:
Earthquake?; Tsunami?;
Destruction in Japan?
Our citizens sent him packing
Japan and we both know:
Nuclear Energy -
A deadly way to go.
by Ralph Taylor - RC Cruise #6 - 11/27 to 12/12 2013
To Panama Canal.
When planning your vacation,
and deciding what to choose,
if you haven't ever done it,
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Check out all the Cruise Lines.
That's what I suggest!
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Most everything's included,
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Once you're settled on the ship,
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They give a whole new meaning,
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They cater to your every need,
you don't want for anything!
All you have to do, is ask,
they treat you like a King!
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just book a Royal Caribbean Cruise,
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Note: This is not a commercial (RC knows
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away the best! It's my opinion, of course!
Introduction: Eyes can be deceiving...So don't give up with a snap because Its only the
beginning. Fight it, ease in your future and make it glow from the gray vicinity.
We exist in an age of shadow,
Shadows that we blindly follow
The moments when we feel so cold,
That is where we need to mold
There are many roads to take,
And judgments to make
No one’s going to make our choice,
It’s something we hold within our voice
At times the path seems to be a dead-end,
That’s the part where everything really extend
We still got a long way to go,
So, don’t stroll out and believe it’s the end
Death, it is a sad way to go,
to leave this earth, dressed in your Sunday best
While faces surround you with tears
breaking the barriers of their emotions
tearing their hearts apart, looking down
upon my stone face, upon the face, lays a simplistic smile
that shows no emotion, no teeth, no life.
Death, it is a sad way to go.
People hurry, say their goodbyes,
but when your alive,
they never come around, they never call, they never even think
of you and how you are feeling.
While you walk the streets, with a smile on your face,
nothing but knives stick sharpe in my back and gossip
burns a hole in my soul and heart;
but I keep on walking and smiling.
I keep rolling on through like a summer hurricane
tears apart a coastal city in the heat of June weather,
Walking till death comes to shake my hand and grin at my soul.
Then as you lay their in your casket
with a buqouet of your favorite flowers, (Roses and Tulips)
they sit around you, the same faces, the same blind eyes
and they all shed tears and says good things.
Too late for that don't you think?
Death, it is a sad way to go, but what relief you get,
when finally departing in peace and leaving the drama
and careless people in your life.
After I am put six feet under, a week of crying passes,
After two weeks I am lost and long forgotten,
nothing but a stone at my cranium to keep me company
and my new friends, who sleep along next to me.
Dead and forgotten, but the dead never forget their fellow lost souls.
Only the living forget such souls that were so good to them,
now they are gone,
I am gone.
How do you feel, now that I am gone?
Death, it is a sad way to go, but what peace you recieve in Paradise.
When I was a new seminarian
I had a favorite parish priest mentor
who told me the best way to die
is while having an ******.
I wasn't sure if I could ask
why he was so exclamatory sure
of his nakedly compromising position.
I did not really know him all that well,
although he seemed to be a swell up kind of Father.
Perhaps I looked a bit nervous
because he hastened to reassure me
the reason he is enamored of orgasms,
of diastatic experience,
is because they transcend our language boundaries
between Eros and Agape.
Orgasms are ecstatic climatic events,
warm full-bodied memories
of mindbody interdependence,
of holistic cooperative ecopolitics within
every organ and cell,
muscle and happy little ego-subsystem
groaning out this profoundly universal Yes!
with both LeftBrain audio-visual Eros
and RightBrain universally interdependent
neural-sensory climate of Agape.
I didn't know what to say to this bicameral-sexual therapy.
But, if this is an option for how to die,
it does sound like the only good one I have ever heard.
So I said that.
And then my mentor suggested I go home
and practice
living that same way.
Interesting,
how orgasms struggle through rhapsodic time
while dying struggles against too-fast competing time.
We feed each other.
We need each other.
I am not ambitious, but I do have habits to fulfill.
She has only one habit - me, but she is ambitious, and conscientious,
and dedicated to family.
If I am honest I will admit that my "want" is much more than my need.
Her want is equal to her need, and her needs are her life -
I am one of those needs.
I was a creature headed for the roads - no anchor.
She says she saved me from some great mis-spent life,
and perhaps she is right.
All my short adult life had been survival (at different levels),
not enjoyment - contentment is a brief act, seldom repeated.
We all exist, day-to-day, living in patterns.
She knows I could exist in other worlds,
at lower levels of humanity (if not morality).
She can exist only in her world.
I have grown fat and comfortable in her world.
I have too many possessions - or they have me.
Most of it I could do without, because I know what I can do with only basic needs.
Sometimes I still long for the roads--
for the loneliness--
for the soft carpets of grass and sod--
for the silence of a forest clearing--
for the clear, cold nights--
for my independence.
Lights in the distance - far distance...
but, I love her.
As I'm walking down this road
as I'm walking in this world
my feet are touching the ground Jesus been on
On my, my mind as He shows me the way
my feet are touching the ground
Jesus been on my heart and in my mind He shows me the way
I am walking I am talking but I don't feel good
I am living but yet living and I'm feeling broke
bits and pieces no one's listening
can't help myself
been repetitive
no one's helping guide me cept Lord Jesus
I haven't anything like walking into the valleys
climbing the mountains high
swam swimming the rivers flow
yet I'm walking forever walking got no place to go
Jesus, Jesus guide me holds My hand comes
and leaves me cross the desert
in the mountains and the valleys holds
my hand help me in encouragement
Jesus guide me hold
My hand Lead me cross the deserts sands
and the mountains high and the valley is low
hold my hand help me and encourage me show
me which way to go
across the waters on top of the waters
you stand there with your hands stretched out and open wide
All I have to do
Is to keep my eyes on you
You are my prize Jesus guide me hold My hand Lead me across the deserts and the mountains highs and The valleys low
hold my hand help me and encourage me Jesus guide me
show me which way to go
Jesus guide me hold My hand and guide me
Show me which way to go
Hallelujah
Amen
9//27/16
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2016
Like a Sirens song you hauntingly beckon
Quivering soft curves await the plunge
Insanity is deaf to logical boundaries
Drowning in your sweet nectar
The passion of a Jue Ju contest/Nette Onclaud
7/26/2014
Greg Hoffman
The road follows me
Pushes me from behind
It’s finger in my ass.
I see the orange melting to black
My horizon shooting out yellow rays
Showing me the path
Where to go next
Nothing around me
Just some broken matches, broken cigarettes and broken dreams.
Left my possessions, my image
Their expectations behind me.
I could throw my wallet out the window right now
Pay for the trip with my heart
A heart of gold and a spirit of steel
My properties, possessions for the rest of my life
Show me the road.
It’s got an honest face
Nothing to hide.
I see a reflection of death.
It mocks and entices me
Alluring and antagonizing.
An accident in the ditch is there for everyone to see.
Stare deep and hard.
Feel how close the destruction is
How it taunts you.
Taste it, let it flavor your life.
Don’t fear it.
The darkness of the road
Embraced by the night.
My car hugs the road
Loving it, knowing the curves.
I barely touch the wheel.
I just let it glide along.
Going my way. The way of my heart.
Nothing to stop me now.
Whether the ride ends in
The ditch, in paradise, or where my wallet lies.
The truth is before me.
Black as night.
Fate putting it’s finger in my ass
Pushing me forward.
Hic, Hic, hiccup, oh my
had several drinks
over the last few hours
and my poor head is spinning
Hic pardon me 'tis the drink
my feet seem to be both left
I keep tripping over ouch
maybe a last one for the road
Hic that was not so wise
my hame is down this way
ohm maybe not I can't see
everything is in triplicate
"Hey there Tommy help me hame
I can not seem to find it"
"Well, Jimmy my lad, dear me
you sure are a sad sight
Looking like you fell
landing in a dirty gutter
lets get you to your hame
afore ought else happens"
Staggering along together
they heard the bells ring
"ock, New Year, hells bells
the hen will be mad at me"
I promised I would be hame
afore the midnite hour
Jimmy, came a harsh call
get your backside in here
Hey, hen do not be mad
I brought Tommy hame
he helped me after I fell
pour us a round of drinks
Let us toast in the New Year
several drinks later
not a simple peep
just the odd snore and snort
hen scottish for partner or wife
hame scottish for home
midnite scottish for midnight