Best Wherever Poems
With Peace of Mind just in my grasp,
I fall from Cliffs of Catastrophe
Before I wake, subconscious lapse-
Snapping me back to "Reality"
From which I run, I flee- evade,
I must escape at any cost!
To elude the Pain and Problems made
Which wear me thin and leave me lost...
WHATEVER, WHEREVER, WHENEVER!
Imagine what goes through
Our minds in one day,
Perhaps millions of thoughts
I would dare to say!
A complex computer of
Crisscross wires,
Our brain surely sometimes tires!
And if ever in doubt
About whatever,
I say, Hey Google,
She comes to my aid,
With answers galore,
She’s centrifugal.
We are so absolutely techno,
More complicated our
Lives than less so!
I touch a button and order a pizza,
A sandwich or whatever,
Had this ever been the case,
In years gone by from wherever?
We travel to work every day
And take a weekend off to relax
But remember on the way,
We didn’t pay our monthly tax!
Arrive at destination, damn
We forgot Uncle Bob’s 90th birthday
Can’t phone him till tomorrow,
Battery has died on the way!
Oh no, he will never forgive us,
To my husband I say,
As I suddenly spot a leopard
With his kill in a tree, hurry!
We forget Uncle Bob, I know you
Have you guessed where we are,
At the Kruger Park, we came to relax,
But it’s really far!
We decide to forget everything
And promise each other we will,
When my husband says,
I short paid the cashier at the till.
Well that garage knows us well,
We will pay her whenever,
Incidentally, he said that last poem
You wrote is rather clever.
SWITCH OFF we simultaneously say ,
We are on holiday,
Our brain needs a break
Even if we think we don’t,
But we both know we won’t!
I will follow your lead
Just do not make me
Walk with my head
Or think with my legs
You just do
Everything for me
Wherever I stand,
It will be my holy land!
Wherever I stand,
It will be my holy land,
Listen to what I say,
And read my lips Friend!
The world has dramatically changed,
And became difficult to re-fix or amend!
The world of double B, Bush and Blair,
The just, the right became wrong and unfair,
But who would question it now or care?
This reminds of the first boar,
Their entire war machine,
And camel's **** and sand,
For what?
For a Bedouin, who can neither read?
Nor understand,
The ethos of civilised manners,
Of what was once the Arabian nights' land?
Now, if you are referring to tyranny,
I can feed you with a torrent of tyrants,
In the age of globalised plenty,
These are many here and there starting from you,
From where it all began,
From where you are now dictating and
From where you right now stand!
Uncle Sam made a partnership pact with Arabian Sheikhs,
And suddenly these unholy duos call each other ally and friend!
If you are after a might destruction,
Here you have Iraq, Libya,
And now Syria and Yemen,
Difficult to re-fix, or to amend,
And Afghanistan long before them,
Suffered, fell down to its knees and
Sunk into the bloody sand!
My brothers are not biological anymore,
My brothers are not genuine like before,
My true brothers are now those who stand
By me, firm and denounce, protest,
And shout hands in hand!
For peace, justice solidarity that may blend,
Into one world motto and convey the message
The mighty message, to the tribesmen,
The villager, the perceived enemy
And the friend!
Plenty of nights sitting at the bar
drinking shots of Mr. Daniels
with pints of Black and Tans",
I'd be surrounded by patrons
all familiar strangers,
I've known all my life.
a drink in front of me and I admire the amber color,
not for long,
a cigarette burns in the ashtray... it's smoke spiraling in a curve and
it could be Thursday, but maybe not.
What difference does it make, in the final analysis,
I'm on my way to the state of.... I don't really care,
and to that mission I've accepted,
to survive the anguish that follows me,
like a shadow on a dark night in my soul.
Plenty of nights I get to this point and I think,
maybe the next drink will do it,
or maybe if I could just get away as far as I can,
but then I know,
I have to bring me,
wherever I go.
This time never seem to come
but right from the beginning
it stood by the door
and never knocked.
Nearer it comes
but acting like a mirage
allowing me privileges,
opportunities, experiences
and Life itself.
Is it the Joy
of having new friends and family?
Or drinking from the cup
of new acquaintances?
Is it the adventure
of a different environment?
And its ability to
create a new personality in me?
I'll surely miss them all
and all that took part
in making my completeness a reality.
I divide my heart into six portions
to my friends,
who are a bridge
to where I am today
and served as the paddle
for my sail to greatness.
to my instructors,
both great and small
who showed me the path
with less thorns and stones
and opened my eyes
to see beyond the hill.
to my 'dears'
who balanced my Life
and made my manly wholeness
an actualization.
to simple familiarities
who shared the fruit of life
from a distance
and protected our respect
like a new born child.
to critics
who trippled the magnitude of my consciousness
and are always down the cliff
when I'm about to fall.
Irrespective of their motive
have kept my reputation
as strong as the toughest compounds of carbon.
To haters,
you make me stay in the right path
and refrained me
from crossing the thin line
between fantasy and reality.
Notwithstanding your contempt
my love for and to you remains
bountiful and pure.
Goodbyes are the hardest words
to say.
But your smiles
are in my genes,
your helping hands,
make up my memories.
And your love is what I see
when my eyes stay closed.
Though we say goodbyes now
I'll always carry you along
wherever I go.
In tears, I say..................
I MISS YOU SO DEARLY.
Behind your beautiful eyes and gorgeous disguise,
You've cried a thousand tears.
Baby girl, it's to you I write these words;
I hope somehow your clouds disappear.
May God reach from the heavens,
And protect your weary soul.
I know during these life lessons,
Things seem to spin out of control.
©2013 Honestly JT
well, woman has been around for a while
hypno-teasing men with her wicked smile
been known by many names starting with Eve
Boadicea, Cleopatra and Genevieve
she can fly-by-night, be out with the bats
purring and prowling with sly slinky cats
never a tame girl, sometimes receptive
with hidden secrets, deep and deceptive
see her in twilight, creature in the dark
flames flickered when she was Joan of Arc
think she has been here for just a few years?
think again, 'them' hills, they flow with her tears
woman has been teacher for aeons of time
wrote most of " Homer ", taught Plato to rhyme
as Archimedes' hand-maid, she had a laugh
when he shouted " Eureka, get me out of the bath! "
around when Adam gave out those spare ribs
her name is on parchment writ with rare nibs
her time here with us, a mere interlude
battles over centuries, a bitter feud
with men from the past and future I'm told
man on her arm, just her latest cuckold
well-rounded dame or seriously slim
cheerful demeanour or chief sister grim
close-quarter woman talking loud and fast
words over-taking like a blast from the past
so hard to keep up, so hard to break in
leave you behind in the wake of her din!
what's this I hear, is she now slowing down
pausing for men, is she wearing a frown?
perhaps she's starting to shuffle the deck
departure dreaming on a very long trek
maybe no point in moving on once more
the greater challenge is here at the door
as men they shout " I am invincible
I've the biggest Archimedes Principle! "
late at night she now walks the floorboards
seeking a new role, a song with new chords
" where and when will I go, who will I be
will I stay in this land or else oversea ? "
men of the future and men of the past
treasure this woman as head of the cast
whenever, wherever, whoever you are
she will always twinkle, shine like a star
bring her some chocolate, bring her some wine
make sure she stays and has a good time
but watch at midnight in case she's outside
all alone by the road hitching a ride
silver moonbeam and finest curb crawler
then down to the port and onto a trawler
far out to sea where she thinks of those days
when Gods fought Neptune for sight of her gaze
Wherever she is tell her
Tell her she is a woman so strong
Her words are always never wrong
Tell her this I said
Tell her every word I obeyed.
Tell that good woman
That I am now a man
Her wisdom flows in me
Opens my eyes to see
Tell her wherever she is
Tell her I said this.
She raised me up
Breast fed me on her lap
To correct me pinched my ear
She wiped my every tear
Tell her I am now a man
Tell that good woman.
Mother of four
Her I will live for
Her care
I will share
Her wisdom I will pass on
Till I too pass on
Tell her.
Tell her happy I am
with her words in my ear drum
Her wisdom in my mind
Her love in my heart so kind
Tell mother her son
will shine bright like the sun
Tell that good woman
Her son is a man.
I don't know what I want to write
But I believe anything I write would be
what God wanted
You want to bet?
Let's see now
I will write about whatever you want to write
Do you just write whatever you want to write
or you write whenever it is in you
God puts it in you?
I 'd like to think that I just write whatever
I darn well pleased
But it is not the case
If it is not in me
I can't write it
What is it?
Other calls it muse
Some call it inspiration
attention, source, seed, germ
Whatever you call it
It is from one source
and that is -God
Ahh you give too much credit to Him already
You'd better
Anything you said and do is from the One person
And that is Him
You cannot do anything if He does not want you
to do
You cannot say anything if He does not want you
to say it
So what is left?
Do I have control over anything I say and do?
Nope
You are for the taking
He has you
And He is going to do whatever according to
His master plan
Do you think you have a different idea?
The next time you want to do something
see if you can do it
That is to tempt God
I wouldn't want to be in your shoes
But that is enough already
Why don't people want to believe
that anything they said and do
is what God wants them to say and do?
Pride
They think they have superior ideas
They think they can do all things
and not suffer consequences
God will have you learned
Either from Him
or from your mistakes
Whatever you choose it
It will be done for you
Just like the prodigal son
who had learned from his mistakes
We too must learn from our mistakes
But that doesn't mean that God doesn't do it
cause it
When will we ever learn?
Ok, what do you want to write?
I sit here writing this message to you,
My dilemma is choosing that somebody who,
Will cause me to soar and fly ever higher,
But this selection process has caused me to mire,
I admit the candidates are of numerous sort,
And hard to decipher from the initial escort,
Some friends say I'm picky, some say too impatient,
Some say I'll never find that perfect creation,
But, since you are out there and obviously listening,
Let me inform you on what you are missing,
To begin, I'm not going to mention my looks,
Except to say I don't hide behind books,
I relate to those who find life very humorous,
And repel against those who embody the tumorous,
If you're searching for someone that can be predicted,
You will not find my image depicted,
Not that fickle or whimsical could be a feature,
I'm just a bonafide, certified interesting creature,
My view is that life has too much offer,
In addition to ways of filling my coffer,
It's like a candy store, with shelf after shelf,
And I'm the one in the corner stuffing himself,
But, wouldn't it be great if I could just find,
Someone to share with whom I wouldn't mind,
Now what should you be like, I've pondered this thought,
Over and over, I get so distraught,
Someone who's set and ready to go,
To do whatever it takes to reach that plateau,
But, if somehow we do not achieve as expected,
We'll work as a team to get it corrected,
Someone who relishes the quietest of times,
And smiles and applauds at my silliest rhymes,
Someone who climbs mountains and even climbs trees,
See, I told you that I'm not too hard to please,
To confront my claims with a subtle refute,
And to cause my big mouth to diminish and mute,
Someone who sees things different than I,
And is willing to say so without being gunshy,
As for children, I'm not looking for three more wise men,
But, it wouldn't hurt if one could win the Heisman,
Most of all, your love must run amuck,
Because there will be those times when I'm just a schmuck,
I know that you're out there, I'm just not sure where,
But, please turn and listen as I stand and declare,
I will search through the universe until the end of my life,
Until I find you, my lover, my partner,
My wife.
(1/11/93)
Wherever I may roam,
Wherever I may go,
May you always know,
That in this heart I carry home.
I can only go so far,
I can only travel so wide,
Until someday I come back,
right here back by your side.
Even on the days we may seem apart,
But only by distance,
Never by heart.
I just hope you always know,
that no matter where I end up,
or where I go,
I will always find my way back home
From wherever I may roam
WHEREVER IS WHENEVER
Whenever living begins to chase me
or whenever it attempts to erase me
whenever life seems like a tumultuous insurrection
I always run in the same direction
Whenever denial defies my ample need
Whenever a festering sore begins to bleed
Whenever I feel like an outcast from a righteous breed
I fly for the same heading with ferocious speed
Whenever the sun is conquered by the rain
Whenever pride conquers disdain
Whenever by hopefulness helplessness is slain
I run to the same source to heal my pain
Whenever I feel as though I cannot tread another misery laden mile
Whenever beauty begins to vie with the vile
Whenever boredom keep the shadow stuck in one point on a sun dial
I chart a course wherein I am rewarded by a smile
Whenever stagnation prevents me from doing what I know how to do
Whenever frightening are the tarot cards that I drew
Whenever I awake to the promise of a sky that won’t ever turn blue
I run to my only source of confirmed comfort which is you
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Wherever I am, the world comes to me
Birth of life on bended knee like a breeze to be free
The heavens and seas rejoice with glee
Carrying the world on their shoulders to regrow
With each breath taken holding say goodbye to tomorrow
Letting go of the shadows and moving on to dream and grow
By: Eve Roper 7/26/2015
Line 1: ‘Wherever I am, the world comes to me.’---Mary Oliver
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Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Wherever Your spirit Dwells My Mother
I'm sorry that in our time mental illness was so carefully hidden
a Christian's cross to bear - no cure under Heaven
Until it was too late.
Hell! Now days there's a bipolar milk shake to help you get out of bed.
I'm sorry no one heard your pain, that dad was too busy being a Preacher
that my sisters and I were too busy growing up.
You lived a sad life upon this planet.
You never really got to know your children
haunted by a childhood your could not forgive
you struggled to find meaning in a world of foster care.
You could not get beyond yourself and learn to trust.
Your last days were spent in anger
hitting out at any one still hanging in there with you.
I need you to know that your life was not wasted my Mother,
for you taught me how to live my life.
Those hours sitting at your side watching you smoke and drink coffee
hearing the stories over and over again of the sadness of your life
and the country western songs of woe you sang so beautifully
I learned to listen. I learned to be compassionate. I learned to care.
You took me to my first opera, my first Broadway musical
you made me beautiful clothes and taught me how to sew
you showed me how to decorate a home and love a dog.
You taught me the value of kind words, how to know when to be still.
You taught me that laughter heals almost all wounds and
to be thankful for every happy moment that comes along
no matter how short a time that might be.
So this Mother's Day, Wherever Your spirit Dwells My Mother
thank you for my life. I love you now and always. Happy Mother's Day.