Best Whole Thing Poems
Your theory makes quite the impression
But I have this nagging obsession
A huge mass of matter
Explodes in a scatter
This is a layman's 'dumb' question
From whence came this gigantic ball?
Just how did the whole thing befall?
What was there before that?
And before even that?
And so on and so forth, et.al
Blank space, only vacuum you say?
Endless void? Flat nothing? Okay
Is nothing just nothing,
Or ain't nothing something
And what made the nothing I pray?
I open my door to a brand new year,
and take a first step with jubilant glee;
a new beginning- want to jump and cheer!
Of all past luggage I plan to be free,
as blissful as a song bird in a tree;
as buzzing joyfully as a spring bee.
Snowflakes are falling to caress and kiss,
on a park pond ducks still drift, oh delight;
I am joyful for a scene such as this!
When I let nature inside it feels right,
whether it be summer or frozen white;.
even if spring or fall- or day, or night.
With my new year energy I am thrilled,
I plan to smile, to laugh, and with joy sing;
gloating - resolutions will be fulfilled!
I am in rapture over the whole thing,
to this fun awesome journey I will cling;
even, when sad sorrow threatens my wing.
I will rise above all weeping sadness,
and will be full of jubilant madness.
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January 4, 2019
Poetry/Urban Sonnet/New Year - New Beginning
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1101-018-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Jubilant Joy
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
In a show of manic one-upmanship
With my wife saying, “Just get a grip.”
I planned an adventure to show I’m well travelled
The spoiler to that is the whole thing unravelled
I looked at the brochures and boy was I keen
Determined to find somewhere Tom hadn’t been
That man is a nomad, he never sits still
He just grabs a suitcase and travels at will
[At this point please lend me a bit of your time
for this advance warning of appalling rhyme]
My legs are so white that I ought to be sunning ’em
I’ll find somewhere warm that’s eluded Tom Cunningham
I made a quick sandwich with pickle from Branston
And then thought EUREKA…I’ll call Richard Branson
I sold a few organs and Gran’s silver spoon
And raised enough money to fly to the moon
He said he does orbits then back down to earth
A trip to the moon was more grief than it’s worth
I grabbed Branson’s beard and said “Listen to me,
you’re gonna help me outdo Mr C.”
Well, long story short, I arrived on old Luna
Tom might have planned it but I got there sooner
Then a little green man said, “Is Earth where you’re from?
When you get back home again… say ‘Hi’ to Tom.”
THE ASTRONAUT = John Glenn
As certain as I see the world below
some things I'd overlooked, within my haste
come to my mind, and in it now, I know
we can't allow what time remains to waste.
What God's become, because we've let it be,
would change if only you'd see what I do,
spread out below, right here in front of me
a fragile sight--most delicate a view.
To see the whole thing, as it is complete,
the total world, big pictures only show,
is recognizing what's beneath our feet
was made by one who knows more than we know.
My question's not to ponder as to how
God made the world--but how to save it now.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Promises, Promises...boldy broken
I spite these words when hastily spoken
The act pledged is almost never the issue
it's the scanning of priorties...somehow they missed you!!
You would never have held breath and waited
But the promiser spoke, declaritively stated...
"I will..." "We'll Go...." "Real soon..." "I promise..."
You'd have no reason not to take them at honest...
From as far back as I can remember
every promise I heard was "return to sender"
The phone would ring, my heart would sing
voice on the other end says...."forget the whole thing"
No fishing trips, campouts, or cookouts...look out!
Every time my hopes were up, then hooked out...
I died each time they let me down
when they picked me up, then set me down
when I had to kick start the merry-go-round
sat in an unpushed swing at the play ground...
So thinking back, I know it's why
I see a broken promise like a boldface lie
I hate nothing more than when words are hollow
when an oral oath lacks the action to follow
Trust breaks down when mouths, they run
Hold your tongue then no harm is done!!
Inspired by Michael's "What gets your Goat" contest!!
There is one lass, and one alone, compels the sun - no other,
And as it just so happens, that bonny maid's my mother!
Now, don't you dare make mention of her fast-expanding corset,
For just one taste, her hummus paste - I'm sure that you'd endorse it.
You've never seen such rosy cheeks, (the same, her nose and ears) ...
It matters not her flushing skin means one too many beers ...
And, oh, that golden voice of hers, like a choir of angels singing!
So bright and clear, to pound your ear, (you'll get used to all the
ringing).
And my-oh-my, her generous heart! Almost always gifting food ...
(I'm forced to eat the stuff myself, so she won't get in "that" mood).
She has the softest skin I know, the coldest wind won't phase her,
With the cutest little mustache, (though it's time she bought a razor).
And oh-my-gosh, her hugs - divine! The warm technique she uses ...
She'll squeeze you like a pipe wrench, (don't mind the breaks and
bruises).
Don't even THINK to call her "fat", or feel my wrath, thereof ...
As Dad said, ('fore he disappeared), "There's SO much there to love!"
Ah - that whole thing with father, well, she says he ran away ...
Tho' he left his ring and dentures, (did she close the well that day?).
Indeed, she has a winning smile - such charm, it does bequeath!
I know her glow will warm you so, (despite those missing teeth).
What's best, her witty comebacks, you'll be laughing hard, I guess,
(I suggest you DO, or option two, is the club beneath her dress).
Oh, the love and joys with mother, now where on earth do I begin?
I'd be happy to keep yapping ... (for another fifth of gin).
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Gin In the Morning" Poetry Contest, Julia Ward, Judge & Sponsor.
Submitted on July 13, 2018 to the "Amuse Me With Your Rhyme - Let A Man From Asia Be Your Guide" Poetry Contest, Nick Trim, Judge & Sponsor. Still Pending.
I was in the prime of my life on paper, I had
a lot to live for.
I came from a loving family, that were educated
I myself graduated with honors from Harvard.
I had an amazing fiance that I adored very
much,
However I was a phenomenal actress that
was very sick.
I had bipolar disorder and I hid it from everyone
including my family.
When I was high I was high, but when I was low
I was extremely low.
I thought about death every second and hour
of day.
I couldn't shake it , did I want to die?
Of course not but I felt like I had no choice
It was something that I had to do.
I planned the whole thing, I even picked
out my theme music on that melancholy
day.
I craved death and I was thirsty for it,
I wanted my death to remembered as
something beautiful.
Boy was I in for a rude awakening and a
big dose of reality.
When my loving man found my lifeless
body he wailed and convulsed,
He caused me to see that love does
not die.
But I didn't plan what he did next
He went and got the gun we had for
protection and took his own life.
I replay that scene over and over in my
head.
For I am stuck in between life and death,
It is pure hell and it is torture and far
worse than it was when I was alive.
Inspired by the “Death” contest
5-17-18
Nurse: Briefly describe your pain
Me: Ouch
Nurse: On a scale from 1 to 10, how would you rate your pain?
Me: I dunno...where's your scale?
Nurse: No, no sir, on a scale...
Me: Okay!...180 butt-naked
Nurse: When was the last time you had a physical exam?
Me: Well, me and this lady went out the other night...
Nurse: We'll need a stool sample
Me: YOUR stool or my stool? I'll need a saw...
Nurse: We'll need to do some lab work
Me: I understand, it's hard to keep good help isn't it?
Nurse: Do you have a history of suicide?
Me: Umm...
Nurse: Are you having trouble urinating?
Me: Just a sec...nope, no problem here
Nurse: Sh-t!
Me: Just a sec...nope, no problem here
Nurse: Son of a...How many fingers am I holding up??
Me: Aha!...One in the middle and four bent ones, right?
Nurse: I swear to G... Sign this freekin' admittance form!
Me: Uh uh!...I deny the whole thing...
Nurse: (Sigh) Are you allergic to anything?
Me: Hospitals...
Summer’s sweetest natural dessert
Presented itself to me in the form of a
Large seeded watermelon that
I found by chance at a local food stand.
Thrilled was I to see such a perfect specimen!
Wide, round, and green,
It had a yellowish underside and those “bee stings”
Desired by people who search for the tastiest melons
Every year when that marvelous fruit is in season.
On my arrival home, I stumbled and dropped that luscious melon.
Pulp of red juiciness splattered all over the driveway -
Effectively destroying the whole thing as it went KER-SPLAT,
Never to be enjoyed by my expected dinner guests that evening!
June 10, 2022
For Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol 12 Poetry Contest
Title chosen: Split Wide Open
so last night I was just sittin there, right?
and outta nowhere this huge, like,
demonic-millipede devil-thing
was right there on my computer desk, like wriggling towards me -
- ...well not nearly as bad as YOUR desk always was - oh my!
that thing was a pile of travesty!
- yeah yeah. anyway,
the thing about it was how random it was,
ya know, like, both of us were just doin’ our own thing,
then BAM!,
we were staring at each other.
- I just sat there really still.
I wanted a peaceful resolution to the whole thing-
- ...but yeah, I guess I knew that wasn't going to happen.
So at some point it just freaked out,
weaving around the dishes
and papers or whatever.
So I waited for a clear shot
and when it was near the side-edge, near the book-
- yep, your old bookcase,
which, I might add, you NEVER USED…
- so ok, I eyed it up, ya know,
built my courage, slipper in hand,
and when I attacked
it was a direct hit
and this thing just went nuts,
like spazzed out, twisting around on itself
and, get this, it actually JUMPED across the gap and went somewhere in there...
- I know! and I was NOT about to go poking around
for some vengeful godzilla bug!
melt me with laser eyes or something…
- …but, yeah, isn’t that just a horrible feeling? like,
is it still out there?
is it alive?
it's gonna come and get me when I'm sleeping or something, ugh.
- …but the thing is, ya know, devil bug or not,
I actually hope that it didn’t suffer.
- …Yeah, I mean, did it deserve it? No.
It was just this unfortunate situation that neither of us could control.
- ...you know what it reminded me of when it jumped?
remember those mathematical knots we were so into? - ...
…yes. Before you left.
"Kris Kringle Kisses Kalliope"
A Dream: the 4th Christmas.
deck the halls
with memories
poets whisper pasts
that are ne’er forgotten
where presents
a life
that’s neatly wrapped
and attempts at
frostily forgotten
tucked under
that big
beautiful
green fir tree
where all the dreams
of poets go
gold starred, tinselled
and angel mounted
ripe cherries
kissed
crassly
under mistletoe
Ah Christmas
capture me up
in your safe
magic arms
let me sip
the nectar from
your sweet eggnog cups
like Puck’s flower flows
on sultry lips
and eyelids
“love-in-idleness”
"The juice of it
on sleeping eyelids laid
will make man
or woman
madly dote
upon the next
live creature
that it sees”
poet or pup
crimson berries crushed
against a velvet tongue
bedazzled and
bewitched
fires crackling
logs like legs
drop and wrap around
the flames
while in my dreams
I await beneath
the sugar coated
blankets of a bed
charmed by snowflakes
dusting houses in a row
through misted windows
where “paper people....
dream
their cardboard dreams”
“how unreal
the whole thing seems
can we be living in a world
that is made of paper mache?
Everything is clean
and so neat
anything that is wrong
can be just swept away”
inside is very still...
not shaken
like a snowglobe -
surreal
damned be
the dams of
Love-in-Idleness
where eyes reflect
your shadow
in my dream
like opium smoke
across cracked glass
remember how we
all once were
some beautiful happy
if we could just pull the chord
so fresh out of ...
class
rewind our time
rewind it
to yesterday
like a toy
across the
ocean bobbing
like a buoy
an Iceberg keens and cries
Nutcracker twirls
Sugarplum
Kris Kringle Kisses
Kalliope
Oberon...
reals
Titania in
Slo mo’
Magic
mmm
Romance
lacy
frosty
melting
snow.
An iceberg cries
in time with
Christmas eyes
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2020)
“Paper Mache” / Dionne Warwick
https://youtu.be/85TK2Bia6w8
"There must have been some magic in
That old top hat they found
For when they placed it on his head
He began to dance around"
Let writers write their stories
And singers sing love songs
But we both know it, baby
They’ve got this “love” thing wrong
Cause what we’ve got is greater
Than all those words combined
The feelings that course through us
Defy being defined
No, nothing does it justice
It’s deeper than a word
Our “love” is more than magic
Makes all those songs absurd
Your name, there’s nothing sweeter
Your eyes immerse my soul
Your lips, a fiery furnace
Your breath revives my soul
To me, you’re not a hero
Each pales when next to you
And we’re not star crossed lovers
We need a term that’s new
For what we have is legend
It's truer than what’s real
It shames each song and story
Our love is what can heal
And so, I say, “I love you”
Though words can never tell
What rages in my heart
Makes heaven of this hell
So, let them write their stories
And let them sing love songs
But we both know it, darling
They’ve got this whole thing wrong
For there’s no love like our love
All others don’t compare
Cause what we have is stronger
No other stands a prayer
Yes, what we have is stronger:
The sweetest love affair
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I saw a feller today with a sign readin', 'WORLD ENDS TOMORROW!"
Lord! Have mercy! That's all I need - more troubles to borrow!
I called the preacher who knows all about celestial things,
But he had no such revelation (usually borne by angelic wings)!
But I'm a cautious feller who likes to plan things well in advance,
So ere my eternal bourne begins, I'd rather not take a chance!
With so few hours left I'll tie up some loose odds and ends,
And for my many past indiscretions, I'll try to make amends!
In my youth I smoked corn silk cigarettes behind the barn.
Many vile oaths have crossed my tongue beyond a casual 'darn'!
I sassed my Ma and more than once her sage advice ignored.
Do You reckon You could overlook my feckless youth, dear Lord?
I reckon 'tis a little late to see things finished that I've begun.
Life is so very fleet I fear I've left too many things undone.
But thanks to that feller's warnin' I'm ready to face my fate.
But, Lord, could the whole thing be postponed if it ain't too late?
This ominous event will settle my dilemma regarding predestination.
But hold on! From whence did that feller get his revelation?
Shucks! I bet he's one of them false prophets the Bible talks about!
Fiddle faddle! Tomorrow I'm gonna go fishin' to cast about for trout!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
The dream I had last night was huge,
I mean that thing was large
Much bigger than a bread box
on an ocean going barge
To say it was humongous
wouldn't be far from the truth
It barely fit inside my head
and that should be some proof
It almost seemed gigantic,
the most massive I have seen
Of any evening vision or
an afternoon daydream
I'd even say enormous is
what in my mind I saw
Mammoth, vast or sizable,
you can pick one or all
My sleep last night was restless
after this colossal show
My only wish, I'd wake up soon
and this whole thing would go
But when I woke this morning
I just knew I couldn't win
For I would need another night
to fit the whole thing in
Dream big my friends
So many words left unspoken
so many hearts that were broken
You told me so many lies
Now all I'm left with is your goodbyes
I wanted to know
I wasn't ready to let go
Why did you leave
I really thought I could beileve
All that we were
now it's all a blur
Too young to notice
I guess I just lost my focus
I was foolish but I can see
you never wanted me.
I was stupid,I was wrong
I should have known all along
Selfish thoughts and dreams
This whole thing came apart at the seams
No more hurt or pain
I will no longer love in vain
So this is my new call
I will look before I fall
So many words left unspoken
But here's to this one...
I can never be broken!!!