Best Wear Down Poems
I bought a box of smiles
Now I'm in a perdicament
Since there's only a few
How do I best use them
Do I pull out a smile when I see a child
Or wait for a funny situation
Do I cut one in half to add to a nervous laugh
When I'm clearly caught misbehaving
Do I share one with my neighbor
Whose husband is gone and she's all alone
Use them now or save them for later
Or do I put one on when I see a couple
Hand in hand walking down the street
I know how that feels cause it gives me chills
When my girl and I do the same thing
Should I head to the beach and in the box reach
For a smile on a bright sunny day
Or just sit tight for whatever might
Any day come my way
I never knew there were so many different reasons
For which a smile is meant
So I just took one out, the perfect smile
And wore it everywhere I went
Realizing soon after that
That smiles never really wear down
So I opened the box, took out the whole lot
And passed all the smiles around
Now everyone I see smiles back at me
All they needed was someone to share them
I still have a few so here's one for you
They're so popular now everyone wears them
Many of us wonder if the Devil does truly exist?
Lurking in the dark night or hiding out in the mist?
Well, I believe he does and breaking us is one of his goals.
So he releases his demons and they attach to our souls.
They whisper dark thoughts into our ears.
They push and they pull us right into our fears.
They coax us far past where we would usually draw the line.
They cloud our judgment telling us everything's fine.
They taunt us with temptation, lust and illusion.
Some say they're not real that they'rejust a twisted delusion.
But they are quite real, please don't think that they're fiction.
And they come armed with many forms of addiction.
Addiction is one of the Devil's greatest creations to date.
Infect with this and we'll seal our own fate.
He will wear down our soul's with this nasty infection.
Until we become just another lost soul for his demented collection.
So if you still wonder about the Devil and demons and if their existence is true.
Just ask any addict if they exist and they'll tell you they do.
Into the groove of unthinking action,
file after file of manikins pack in --
beings above see the circular groove
peopled with puppets, all on the move.
Deeper yet they wear the groove down;
manikins' footfalls forever resound.
Of "outside", they now all think no more,
their eyes forever fixed on the floor.
Mechanical movement is all they can know;
movement defines all the life that they show.
The speeds of the dummies vary a bit
as they wear down the floor of the pit.
She A Princess God Hath Made
As I trekked one lonely night,
walking those country roads,
glowing full moon in my sight,
roaring of the croaking toads
Across the lake flowers grew,
meadow set in sweet refrain,
sweet scent so ripe and true,
I desire it again and again
Life's sacred treasure came,
a vision of your love gifted,
afterward nothing was the same
my soul was forever uplifted
I'll love her until stars fade,
majestic mountains wear down,
She a princess God hath made,
wrapped in beauty and soft gown
Not a mere dream my mind saw,
a future sight given unto me,
She was to be my lover, my all,
the answer to my fervent plea
As I returned to my empty home,
that night set me to thinking,
If true, all roads lead to Rome,
I'd best stop my whiskey drinking
Robert J. Lindley
Hi there everybody. It looks like I'm back.
Let's see for how long according to track.
Every now and then with all that I do,
Seems I just plain wear down and I have to renew;
Recharge my battery, kick back, take a rest,
With my job and my housework it puts me to test.
My hubby is ill and I must care for him,
My daughter had surgery but is now home again.
She has to have more and must go back again.
I'm worried for sure but know God will attend.
We reach out to Jesus for He cares for His Own.
Whatever the outcome we're never alone.
I'm sorry that I disappear now and then.
Exhaustion takes over and I just get the bends.
Hope you'll all understand and bear with me, okay?
The devil it seems tries to rule the day;
But if we keep the faith we are stirred but not shaken.
God will not desert me, be not mistaken.
We'll stay close to Jesus no matter what costs it,
Though the devil won't bother someone whose done lost it.
A wear down-
singular slalom in the emotional vortex-
the realism of a realm that doesn't adhere to your biology and doesn't accept the facts at hand,
one does not alter it,
unless screaming for more sanity to arrive-
though we are not sane beings at core,
we had to dig until we all died.
A wear-down,
just something I had to add,
...a little bit of sweat, blood and tears,
alimony,
grapes-
food art and a bridge,
nothing from the start,
no calamity or even Go-kart,
though it's fun to part,
sanctify some of the little divide,
deepening volumes that outlast our lives,
showing the sun we don't come to die.
I searched the top and bottom of my mind
Who is the most famous couple of them all
I sat by the fire close to Yang
He asked me if I knew his lover Yin
He held the fire and light within his hands
Only her water could quench the flames of his desire
She could change the course of history
Wear down rocks bring flowers to the desert
Wash away his pain
Strength and softness combined
His was the power of light
Warmth and sparkle to her night
Without him she was unseen
His raging fire all consuming
Until she smiled
The sound and rhythm of her
Calmed
Nurtured him
She is tantalized fully alive
Joining together dark and light
Creating something new
Not in opposition
Interconnected
Heat transforms cold
Wrapped in an eternal bond
The invisible whole
Opposites and equals
Together become one
Theirs is the eternal dance of give and take
Famous Couples Contest
I’m very pleased to introduce to you
something once a toy made completely new.
All you need are two good legs and balance! But it’s not a bike.
It’s as healthy as biking, so cyclists, take a hike!
It’s much more fun for everyone to JUMP their way
to where they want to get to every day.
The bottom part of it, once made of rubber,
used to wear down fast and made a few kids blubber.
For when the steel part poked itself on through,
annoying clatter hitting pavement would ensue.
That old-fashioned part that gave bounce for you
is completely remodeled. Now metal won’t poke through!
And better yet, it’s not rubber-made at all!
You now can jump to anywhere on anything, and you won’t fall.
This awesome patented invention will never get stuck
in dirt, grass or gravel, nor in mud and muck.
With longer and higher jumps than you ever had before,
the distance you can jump has increased twenty times more.
No one else but us has this technology.
Come and take a test-jump. You will see. . .
why we call our product the Quick MOGO stick.
POGO redesigned, will make you jump for joy, and that is no schtick!
March 16, 2018 for
"Advertisement: Sell something, make us want it" contest of Lewis Raynes
Resistance is futile
I heard it once said
Everything that is living
one day will be dead
It may seem depressing
Yet that isn’t true
Resistance will meet you
in everything you do
Music is one example
notes played fast or slow
Vibrational expressions
strings resisting a bow
Resistance in your life
can cause your spirit to rise
If you exert proper effort
one day you’ll be wise
Learn to be water
It does not wish to resist
Yet it can wear down mountains
or float like silvered mist
Resistance builds strength
but will claim it back one day
So enjoy it’s many gifts
as you go along your way
We are in Day One of the occupation, having survived the first night; however, in a surprise attack, they employed biological warfare and the defenses are at reduced fighting capacity. Pray for clear skies so we can we wear down their assault capability outside this afternoon!
Slowly
Very slowly
Fall a white feather
Against the weight of earth
On the ground covered in dirt
It lands there
To be seen
By the blue eyes
To be hold
By a bare hand .
Who to blame?
Between the steels of confinement
There is a lonely bird
First day, sounds of flapping
Heard everywhere in the huge cage
Days passed by
Even wings are still there
But they were erased
From the memories
Of the lonely bird.
They gave it
Food, water
Freedom ?
They forgot to give it
Or did the black cloth of greediness
Tied up their both eyes ?
Set me free
Set me free
The lonely bird couldn't say
Sometimes it rains
Sometimes it shines
Yet everywhen
it's like a strand of string
Chain up all it's vigour
All it could do
Watching other wings
Being outspread wide
In the hurricane
New desire born
In the lonely bird
Every evenfall,it prays
And prays to its' Creator
Beg for freedom
It will be your final moment
Once you step out
The Creator said
I want peacefulness filled up
In my remaining days
It replied
A day lives with peacefulness
The way too greater
Than a thousand days
Live with endless sorrowness
One unexpected day
A long craved wish
To be granted
To the lonely bird
The steel cage did eat all it's hope
Now, the black steel engulfed
In orange, red, brown rust
Waiting to be wear down
Will the lonely bird
Fly free from
It's trap
With the last breath
To fly high
High till the unreachable sky
Like others?
An island, desolate, alone
floting in a patch
of clouds
You, stranded, alone
standing at the brink
of that island
A path
a molten path of gold
emerges
you're there
at the end of every end
the beginning of
every falsehood
No lies to blindfold
No hatred to grope
the thread that started
from you
Always tread
that golden stepm
the last step
Push open any doors
that are ahead
Eyes squint, light fades
begin to step and step on
you can shed your tears
mumble your fears
sing out your hopes
and warble your victories
Still,
your feet are broken by stones
your morale crumbles
into nonexistence
Sometimes,
The feeling to fall
and bawl
is overwhelming
but don't
your hopes should be a key
to the never ending sorrows
the thorn that's stuck
that won't
come
out
But beware
Every step may lead to a trap
to be wary of
Every spoken word is a lure
to be cautious of
Every prelude
is your downfall
Even if you tire
Even if you sob
even if...
even if?
DO NOT STUMBLE!
DO NOT FALL!
DO NOT FAIL YOURSELF!
Broken wings,
Broken hope,
no chance
of walking again
so, irreparable
will they mend?
though you fall,
though you stumble,
though you wear down,
remember that path
you set forth towards
Hands groping in the intangible noir
the cascade of onyx rays
the raven silk
the livid hope
Do you not realize
you must embrace your failures?
Hands stretched out,
legs so unstable
like a colt
sweat like a waterfall
Grap your
fate
Ever tread
on
Never forget
No voice is whispered in the void
Explosions inside the nest of stars
Ignite into the operas of the galaxies
Noiseless vacancies full of mysteries
Evolve, remain as vacuous as they are
Space, bridled by the fire balls of debris
To be explored once in the field of vision
That seem to come from nothing
Gone nova moving forward over eons
That follow in the open cosmic sea
Alternate universes yet to be observed
The ones with six dimensions or more
Vacuums pouring out pure particles
Emptying into something still to be determined
Into the unknown as wide as real as motion
To be defined, farther out in space
Farther than the mind can comprehend
Sounds that can't be embraced or heard
Out there, distances between the planets
Is enormous, before and after they are gone
So long measured in the calm before the storm
Reality is not mentioned here or there
Since there is no reference point to find
Too close for comfort as worlds collide
We resolve to change existence while in orbit
Bridged by alternate universes where planets rise
Stars go nova all the time
Elastic in an ocean of provocateurs
In the minus hours of creation
Jagged stones became much smoother
Edges compress in their rotations on
Filled in with shape and form
Earth was born in orbit
Weather forces wear down rocks
One size fits the planet well in gravity
Profound and rounded in ways too hard
To understand or simplify in cosmic terms
Conditions to strange to fathom circumstances
Or describe as fiction from long distances
More ovals on the horizon grow
Escape velocity stretched to the limits
On the elliptic mist where history lives
Rocks expand into the planets heavens
This all happens in split seconds over time
To fall all together from the sky to where we are
In every instant that can be conjectured on
Thought, as reality unfolds back on itself
Where it all began in silent matter conjured up
In the void, there is no noise
Space listens to questions postulated
Over distances filled in by vacancies
I can't say goodbye
I won't even try
If I just had another hour
to put all my hope
All my trust
into someone that is
no longer you
Eventually, I know I'll forgive
I can never forget
time doesn't dull the pain
it doesn't wear down regret
It is so hard to not place blame
we're both at stake
We've hurt eachother
with each and every mistake
So, whose fault is it?
So hard to name
There are things I hoped for
that are now destroyed
I can't turn back time
even though I wish
I could make it mine
How can I look into your eyes
Lying so easily
they're the color of blue skies
that are no longer breathing
cascaded and gray
We can pretend to forget
We can pretend to pray
We're crying
neither of us can stop
There's not a phsyical emotion
we cannot top
You can't hold me in your arms
Erase time from repeating
So I guess it's time for the clouds
to start receding
All this time I thought you were leaving
But it's me who's saying goodbye
to you, who won't even try
A grievance is born the year after an abandonment of all he knew and loved. The deep secrets from within tore through him like a sword. Darkness took form, while sunlight just shied away day after day. So many cold days full of lost. This murder he witnessed is a venomous heartache. He seeks to exist, and assumes his corrupt filled world will carry away the hostility. Who is to blame? Some say it is all a part of the game. The game of life, the drug game, both have joined forces. Temptation and false love enables temptation. This tiny pill is now his meditation. Running from a detox filled creation, and coming to terms with having one foot in the grave while the other lies awaiting the reaper. His addiction is his keeper, and he feels as if he is on top of the world.
The pure horror and sheer terror fills the night air. His pipe starts to bleed as it runs out of fuel. It is time for another round with the dealer or another duel. Caring is not an option, yet robbing and conning start to make their way in to the terror dome. No remorse, who cares, for it is 12 A.M. and you’re so far gone all he fells is glares. This euphoric horrid felling starts to wear down. Thinking and thinking that you will never ever do another round. This happens time in and time out. Believe breaking the barrier and asking for help should be the next route.