Best Wholes Poems
During the Civil War, the Mason Dixon Line
Divided North from South, separating families
In 1961 guard towers were erected
On the Berlin Wall, separation strategies
Although the Berlin Wall was finally torn down
The Great Wall of China remains a monument
Created to protect the Chinese Empire
Keep out nomad invaders with a firm armament
Now a line spans the aisle of the US Congress
They’re seated to the right or left, never centered
And if a brave independent tries to speak out
Be assured this courageous soul will be censored
Lines are used to separate wholes into sections
What mankind needs is more unification now
Segregation is wrong, regardless of intent
To those who seek to eradicate “lines,” I bow
Cotton candy castles
When you look closely at an idea,
it has no weight.
The holes seem to weigh
more than the thought itself
The idea can never happen.
It can never be real.
It is too preposterous,
too stupid.
The light is shined into
the cavity of a brain, and
the ideas melt away like
bits of spun sugar melting
in your mouth. Small, Insignificant
Fluff never to be seen again.
You try to save the fluff.
Keep it from the light.
But no matter how
the idea hides, it cannot
escape the scrutiny of the
world. The idea flees
from the light, and
collides with another
idea fleeing the same fate.
The holes from one idea
fill in the holes of the other.
The idea grows
Bigger, and collides
with more ideas. Their
holes gaining more and
more weight until
they are what the world calls
concrete.
Now the idea is something
to be reckoned with.
The idea could change the
world. It could bring an
alternate eternity
into life. The idea could
do ANYTHING.
It continues to grow
little spun fibers of
fluff gathering speed,
gathering power, gathering
weight.
Until the weight is too
much to hold the holes
together, and the idea
is scattered, like fluff
in the wind. The weight
of the wholes, is more than
the weight of the idea.
In late hours when I should be sleeping
Peacefully beneath the down duvet
My mind races on and tumbles over words
And thinks of things I've yet to say.
It starts poems running through my head
With endings just a little out of reach
And so I stay awake and write.
My creativity I beseech.
If thoughts would come by wholes not halves,
Poems I could dash off left and right.
But bits and pieces is what I get
While trying to sleep late at night.
So pen and paper my bed-mates be.
I keep them close in case of need.
To jot my jumbled thoughts down on
When the start of a poem plants a seed.
I should be sleeping this I know
But turn them off I cannot do.
So poetry starts and stops all night,
And these sleepless nights, I've had a few.
Where are we heading
Human nature helplessly wondering
Mother Nature hopefully warning..
A submerged universe
By a torrent of floods curse
What is coming hope not worse..
A world of less and less meaning
For all those on the surface floating
Solid grounds nolonger touching..
To what is occurring inside unaware
Unable to see the gloom and void in the air
Drowning in a daylight nightmare..
Trapped in a web of wealth and profusion
Full to the brim the sight in confusion
Bathing in fathomless wells of delusion..
Where is your balance if I dare ask
Why in a fake glory you still bask
When will you wear off your dehumanised Mask ?
The Lighthouse for so long deserted
Its Light and compass inverted
The human mission there is simply averted..
A universe of less and less essence
Thrown into oblivion its inner balance
Wholes falling into holes of decadence..
Minds seized in captivity
Souls stained in their Beauty
Bodies withered in passivity..
Human bonds with iron fists ruled
With velvet gloves Man is fooled
In Humankind decay well schooled..
Detached I keep observing
Absorbed I am suffocating
Involved my voice spilling..
Would I to life flow surrender
Stop considering the offender
And being a determined defender..
I am but a word devotee
Addressing every bel esprit
In my heartfelt poetry..
Inspired by the latest masterpiece of my dearest friend and poetess Maria Williams.
A poem in honor of my blog. Have fun, everybody! Place tongue firmly in cheek.
They'res a buoy at the window
Smiling inn at me
But eye don't really no hymn
Wait—he's Nettie's boy, that's he!
He's got a creepy effect
And wholes all in his genes
His pants are held up by a chord
A very pore lad he seams.
Ewe be witness to this boy
A buoy who has no wright
To bee laying their upon my sill
A disgraceful aweful site.
Sew Nettie, you come get hymn
And take him back to home
The afternoon is a-waisting
So come and get him, come.
With the vast majority
A whole in one is least
In priority. There are
Too many wholes they
Want to fill. They find no
Need in just one to drill.
A whole in one for them
Is simply no fun.
They want to drill
In everyone. A whole
In one symbolizes
True manhood but
To the vast majority
A whole in one is just
No freaking good.
3-18-11
desire is two minds
overly eager to combine
erasing what's been lined
distorting yours and mine
passion is two souls
feeding on one another
two vital wholes
halving one another
truth is two spirits
embraced by harmony
each part perfectly fits
although there are many
love is two hearts
sharing a rhythm
one stops, the other starts
with a perfect hymn
if but and also
all ran down a street
whose cousin’s mother’s sister
legalized love’s distant dream
with in on and beyond
following closely after
a key hole of time’s future now
spooked bejesus out of bounds
when shoes string along
black wholes green with envy turn
worms come out of closets
knots know not to sing a song
who’s to tell this from that
when clocks ring hollow
and all gods feel sorry
for four score is no more
the measure of all that entails
enshrined within without’s about
debts delinquent devout doubt
morrow’s mourning mewing moss
cons an injunction positively plain
predating position’s posture to fame
signing is a song’s sad dismay
crossing is a road without delay
as gold to ash dust turneth brown
merely’s mostly mitigating moves
shakes the earth’s shivering please
bordering boundless broken bones
if the sun’s heart skips a beat
then your turn will ours become
and if water cries life’s complete
put it down thou will be done
tomorrow is a stranger’s rising night
yesterday’s rose incites my light
love plays dangerous games
whose rules bend time and blesses names
the quill of now rests in peace
also how never more then ever
is not who is once was was
trolls never words were whether
The Lord God Almighty says "Believe On Me"! The small child "Complies",and says to him or herself: The Lord God Almighty "Created Me"! The small child finds a way to "Eternal,Everlasting,love and life with or without having a husband or wife by believing on "The Lord God Almighty who is "The Creator and giver of "All Life"!The "Lord God Almighty's name is simple and plain,and ther is no "GOD" beside "The Lord God Almighty":no matter what their name!The "Lord God Almighty's "Holy Name is in "The Holy Bible"!The child who complied to "The Lord God Almighty's "Holy Request" did it and obeyed his or her in born "Spirit of Desearnment" in an instant! The "Creator " who is "The Lord God Almighty created that "Spirit" of descernment in the child who came to "God"at his or her creator's request to pass the test as a "CHILD"!The word of God had already been written in their hearts,and their minds at the beginning of their time.....Body,Spirit,Heart,Soul and Mind at the beginning of their "TIME"!That is fine! God "Created Love". Some say "God Is Love",and that is "Not Right"because tha would make "The Lord god Almighty""Finite"!The Lord God Almighty is "THAT"which "Created"That which is "Finite and Infinite",Terrestrial,and Celestial! The Lord God Almighty is "ONE GOD"and The only soveriegn GOD!Comply and never die,and "The Lord God Almighty is the reason why!Why die for not showing the things that are of GOD? The things that are of "GOD" are and is empathy,compassion,kindness,concern,love,the spirit of desearnment,that can exist in the child,and adult who decided to comply,and let actions speak louder than any words that have ever been heard! The love that the mother and father gave me and you is the love that came out from "The Father God" who is sincere and true! The Lord God Almighty created that which is "Animate and Inanimate"too! There is a "Terrestrial and Celestial" in "Heaven and in Hell,and in the entire universe,and in the unknown,and known,in "The Black wholes of "Outter Space"as "The Lord God Almighty"look upon his infinite "Creations" to take and have control of any situation,and any nation!The Lord God Almighty is "The Creator"of "All Creation"!
The best marriage is a union
Between two people, minds, and souls
They are not halves
They are simply two wholes
Two people joined together as one
Facing life together in Christ
Knowing each battle is already won
Marriage means compromise
It does not mean control
No by one of the spouses
Only God can make the marriage hold
Marriage is a beautiful thing
When the Lord is in the midst
When the two are right for each other
Then it will be pure bliss
Storms arise in every marriage
And in every marriage, the spouses sometimes disagree
But if God is in control
Then the two spouses can declare “I’m free to be me”
When marriage is done according to God’s Word
It is not anything to make one spouse surrender being free
It is quite the opposite; you get the spend your life with the partner you love and you get to live with partner and experience daily glee
A good marriage is always blissful
Even when hard times arise
Because the couple treat each special
Face adversity together
And sometimes, give each other a little surprise.
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“My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear”
-A Rambling Poet
1 month of woe
4 weeks of sorrow
28 days of boredom
672 hours - hearts can't find freedom
40,320 minutes of missing
2,419,200 seconds of thinking
1 group of fools
54 friends who see you in wholes
Countless infinite laughter and smiles
1 in glee - mirth faces in files
1 in quests and troubles
1 in silliness and foibles
1 in problems and conflicts
1 in smooth crimes and tricks
1 in life's battles
“I LOVE YOU “, not just about the cackles
I've said in countless times
3 words of truth - invaded my mind in rhymes
Songs and episodes of our novel of amity
Chapters nestled with emotions of gaiety...
Now, I'm missing everything - right or wrong
Memories reminisced - still, mind and heart are singing the “SONG “.
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Surprises don’t respect the season
The wind blows laughter off the face of her cheeks
The flavor of her deeds take a U-turn
Wholes of regrets crowd the surface of her smiles
Children demand time
With real parentage for continuation in unkind ways
The house falls apart and lives shame of ever being spawned from it
Attempts to iron out the twisted nature of affairs
Lead to untrained interpretations
She seems fine but has got a sour inside
Neighbors take a page to turn while she maintains
For the path she travels through seems rocky
And tarred with ungratefulness
Rocks peeking from wholes
Made by molten snow
Making a skull
In place of the glaciers
Effect of global warming
THE LAST SONG
The beat to this song is clear but the words are faint
The lyrics are heavy I can't afford saying they are written in my heart with indelible paint
If I keep quite it will cause immeasurable pain
Should I join choir and sing like I was sent, should I worship like a saint
Should I talk about sin or should I narrate the things I have seen
Should I shout like nuts knowing am completely sane
But this song is so real I can feel it healing my broken soul
I have a feeling this song has broken the glass ceiling and I am sailing as I witness the the great healing
Families will reunite to listen to this song
Orphans will identify with this song
I can't be wrong because it's been long just reminiscing on this song
Song of broken hearts and broken souls, broken huts and broken homes
Splattered pieces and broken wholes
It's about pills and portions evoking fake emotions, this song is about white girls and black alike
Many faces white and black facism, young and old people fighting racism
This song is about martyrs who grew tired of autocracy and got retired early
The beats are hard symbolic of the struggle
The words are soft and consoling
This song is like fire burning
This song is like pepper itching I keep running and running
But it dwelth in me
This song is not racist
This song is tribe all
This song is beautiful not sinful, its clear to the artist
Unclear to the atheists it's true to the course
This song is about Christ going through assault to save us all
This is the last song that was last sought by prophets and philosophers
Jesus, caessars, Socrates...
This song is the last song of a lost soul.
First and last, Mom's parasite,
resonantly peaceful tumor
with built in obsolescence.
Then, a moment between exodus
from symbiotic womb
into Earth's promised Eden,
democratic trees for GoodLife
and not autocratic EvilDeath.
Then time to exhale again
one last self-regulating
timeless
fertile eternity,
regenerous nativity.
In between, economically driven politicians
hoping to improve our cooperative tribal improvisations
on Gaia's liturgical soul-dance theme
With occasional speaking parts
after learning deep-listening wholes
on EarthTribe's polycultural
life and death
light and dark
revolving stage
Reproducing embryonic ego-tumors
with built-in obsolescent peace;
a moment between dancing exodus
and cooperatively sung regenesis.