Best Whys Poems
You're fooling yourself
You don't need that to fly
You don't need that to burn
You don't need that to cry.
Use it as an excuse
Blot out reason for why?
Try to justify
But don't expect me to see why
You don't even try
A day would soon go by
A start of being dry?
But what the hell's the use?
Of trying to convince you?
You don't need that to fly
Let it rule your life
Let it take control of your mind
Why should you put up a fight?
Sit there, drink it all tonight!
Your pride's too tough to make the call
To stand and look into your eyes
To face up to your lies
You feed yourself the whys!
The reasons you despise
The man behind your eyes
You don't listen to his cries.
More and more and many more whys
Are all abundant with many supplies
Then we become difficult and unsure
Irrational while being hard to endure.
By reading Bible I am often annoyed
Appreciated other parts and enjoyed
Heart pounds if things are prophetic
Things had proved to be quite hectic.
Certain sections often have selected
Many errors needed to be corrected
Conclusion much attention did draw
Wrote poems about as things we saw.
COVID cases are disasters we regret;
Become confused and highly upset
Had alowed God to become envolved
Answers found and problems solved.
Whys and Hows
by Odin Roark
Through the window of rain spattered glass,
The old vet watched the large ant cling to the precipitous bombardment,
It’s tenacity of will overwhelming to the man’s eyes.
Why fight so diligently?
Why not let go?
You know how to land,
Endure your journey,
Continue the unceasing perpetuation of your species.
Obviously, the little creature understood something
Beyond the scope of the aging man’s comprehension,
Or perhaps the small creature just instinctively trusted mortality,
Had a clear and uncomplicated ‘why’ of life
Allowing any ‘how’ to just…be.
Slowly nurturing his espresso,
The elderly Marine continued staring,
Determined to arrive at an answer.
His mind wandered back to his youth
Where the meaning of life was taken for granted,
Where the indomitable mindset
Was the norm for any red-blooded young adult,
Especially one about to join in a war.
He asked himself if he had ever challenged a force that might destroy him?
Had he even once just allowed the many ‘why go on’ experiences of his life
To give him pause, like the loss of a limb…or two,
Or if the toll of war broke up his marriage-in-waiting relationship,
And especially the loss of a buddy to death?
Had he allowed any one of the life-threatening events to reveal itself
As a ‘how’ answer to ‘why’?
He sipped the last of his coffee,
Smiled at the ant,
Tapped the window
And saluted the small epiphany,
Who now seemed to weigh its options,
Then calmly walk through the rolling boulders of rain…
Maybe to find another ‘how?' the once fearless warrior questioned.
He held his gaze and tried to figure out
How the ant seemed so comfortable
Climbing up the pane of cascading rain,
Rather than just riding out the downward flow.
Hmm.
All things begin and end with God
That's why no 'why' is really hard
And all the whys that ever were
And all that ever be
Were answered before we thought to ask
By God and his divinity.
The answers came before the whys
The chicken before the egg
And walking was a spiritual act
Before the feet and legs.
Baby chicks come from chickens
The egg is just the way
And answers are just waiting
For the whys we'll ask someday.
If we be just and oh, so wise
There is an answer to the whys.
RETA PRUITT
August 23, 2016
Why is jealousy green? She asks.
I've pondered on that before.
To write a poem about it,
I must think on it some more.
There are so many puzzlements
All entangled in my head.
Those who could have enlightened me
I fear are a long time dead.
I turn first to the Internet
For it seems someone has done
The research and has posted it
On every subject under the sun.
Sure enough, I find it there,
The answer to my question.
It makes good sense and so I'll choose
This reason as the best one.
It's the color of one's aura,
Which only the gifted can see.
The color green is dominant
When we're consumed with jealousy.
Fellow Poets take your questions,
Just go straight to the Internet.
Look up everything on Paula's list
You'll find the answer, I"ll bet.
For Paula's question "Why is jealousy the color green?" Won 8th place
A BUNCH OF “WHY'S”
Could you tell me why most hippopotami
Weigh about the same as a truck
In the animal kingdom diets aren't common
So they're really poop out of luck
A donkey with wings or an ass that sings
Quite an image I have in my mind
Some like listening to a cockatoo warble
But I think that's quite asinine
Now why do most newborns poop at will
They emerge without any manners
Farting in front of friends and neighbours
Sure makes you stutter and stammer
When misplacing an important document
You find it in the last place you look
Why not look there in the first place I wonder
You'll be stunned at the short time it took
Admit I ain't perfect but who the hell is
Sometimes I dribble in my beard
Imagine it sounds quite disgusting to you guys
A snack for when bedtime is near
Why do we cringe at the sound of one's nails
Screeching across a blackboard
Sends chills up and down our li'l ole spines
Can feel 'em right now, oh Lord!
Why is this life so hard
Why cant we all just get along
Why do I get blamed?
We all have problems and we all have trials
But why put that on me?!!!
Its not my fault you all fight
It's not my fault you cant be happy
SO WHY BLAME ME?
I hate you for it all you have ruined everything
You make me cry and hurt
This pain needs to leave!!
WHY ME, WHY NOW?
WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY
Thats all I can ask!!
So i say to you, you leave or I will you don't belong!!!
The wind asks,
rainfalls,
mouth shuts,
leg walks,
sole prints,
age perishes,
the skin remain asides,
destiny fight protests,
life has no whys,
but remain with who's.
TO KNOW THE WHYS OF A COW
IS TO KNOW WHY GOD CREATED MAN
A cow looks at the full moon standing on a sloping hillside
it looks straight at the moon as if it were waiting for an answer
the beast does not move but keeps staring
looking for answers that are not forthcoming
The moon offers no response
the cow bored ambles down the hill, bell around its neck clanging
nobody will ever know why the cow stared at the moon
waiting for wisdom that would not come
Rosebuds turn rusty brown and yellow before dropping groundward
the difference between the cow staring at the moon
and the rosebuds falling simultaneously is slight and incongruous
certain occurrences in life will remain a mystery
The quiet of the Thames estuary is still today
save for the ganders fretting about in the mud
the world appears calm on this day of our Lord
unfortunately humans abound so calm is suspect
Half way around the world evil forces stir
the Bear (Russia) restless gets up from his slumber
ready to do combat on the small of its kingdom
ready to shake the world with pretense
Somewhere else maybe towards the west
an Eagle makes ready for war, it always stays ready
inevitably, chances are they will meet in battle
with dire consequences for all living things
The Eagle readies for the fray
always preparing to be up for the task
there’s one thing the Eagle always has on his side
the willingness to hang himself with the rope he bought
As eagles will do when catching prey in flight
they’ll cling to their quarry even if it means falling
and killing themselves on the rocks below
they will never let go
This is one mystery of nature’s dichotomy that forever befuddles cows.
Lots of whys
in life:
Why this,
and not that?
And, dear Lord, of
all Your unlimited whys
why on earth this?!
And the whens, wheres
and hows
no less confounding --
explicitly, words do not
resolve themselves alone
dictionaries often shelf
what needs to be actively open
and boundless in mind --
the scholar paints
their arid landscapes
while the poet gives them
or-gasm --
What do I know, what do I know of you, Lord?
I know what you divulge. I know if I dig deep enough.
I’m not required to take a shovel, but to trust you,
as if that friend that waits to catch me as I fall.
You do catch me, even if I don’t see the effect.
Whys don’t wise me up, but between the cracks
you expose the deeper things and fruit matures
instead of weeds. L O V E
is the greatest produce.
J O Y ~
happiness within our hope.
P E A C E
that passes ALL understanding…
P A T I E N C E
under pressure, as we wait for the greater reward,
for our hearts want to jump too quickly.
God’s slowness is mercy. K I N D N E S S
toward our
fellow
man
G O O D N E S S not of our own making, but His.
G E N T L E N E S S ~
that spot-on touch from heaven
that wipes all tears
that quietly holds a friend or stranger’s hand.
F A I T H F U L N E S S ~
showing up, every time, at least
in thought or prayer, but yes, oh yes, showing up between
the cracks, when time stands still, when the clock won’t
q
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t
and
when you want to binge, scream, die, keep an eye on
S E L F ~ C O N T R O L. You are not
in control, but the Spirit of God
will catch your lows
carry you high
into His bosom
where you lay your head
and He dries ALL your tears
and He washes your robe in HIS blood
that WHITE robe, precious.
Lest we forget, HE is our happily-ever-after.
Could you tell me why most hippopotami
Weigh about as much as a truck
In the animal kingdom diets are not common
So they're really poop out of luck
A donkey with wings or an ass that sings
Quite an image I have in my mind
Some like listening to a cockatoo warble
But I think that's quite assinine
Now why do most newborns poop at will
They emerge without manners
Farting in front of friends and neighbours
Sure makes you stutter and stammer
When misplacing an important document
You find it in the last place you look
Why not look there in the first place I wonder
You'll be stunned at the short time it took
Admit I ain't perfect but who the hell is
Sometimes I dribble in my beard
Imagine it sounds quite disgusting to you guys
A snack for when bedtime is near
Why do we cringe at the sound of one's nails
Screeching across a blackboard
Sends chills up and down our li'l ole spines
Can feel 'em right now, oh Lord!
She said, “Why don’t the two of us go up there and see what we could find?”
He said, hesitantly, “Okay, but are you sure you’re ready?”
She said while staring, “I’ve never been so ready, my love”
“Fine then, let’s have a go at it, no regrets”, he said.
They climbed and climbed, knowing what to expect.
Each wanted the other equally, knowing the dangers.
He and she together will be able to speak of this moment
forever to their children and their children’s children.
He knew he could take her to the top and
she knew that once there, she would never want to leave.
They were two lovers, always seeking, never knowing
what would happen next, but would always embrace their time.
With her hand in his and a bucket in the other,
he had lost his footing and fell back down to where they began.
She, never letting go, only wanting to be with him,
went tumbling down as well, landing on top of him.
They would love and live to try again another day.
(I so dubbed this Precursive as it can be in any format (style), but must be preceding or leading up to a famous story or poem. It provides the scene or the reason for the real story or nursery rhyme)
Do older women wear gloves
To hide their wrinkles?
Camouflage their age spots?
To try to look fancy, dainty or demure?
To look feminine?
They usually wear pink, white, yellow or light green gloves.
Few of them wear black gloves.
Is this on purpose or by accident?
Maybe manufacturers never make black tea gloves
What is up with older women’s hair?
Why do they dye it power blue, pink and lavender?
Are they trying to be punky?
I began to spy on them, to try and figure it out.
I watched them waddle into churches yesterday
All puffed, pumped and primed.
Only one was stumbling on heels
Why do older women wear flats?
I have a few whys that really bother me
like why when it rains do I pee frequently?
Why do some people enjoy wearing wigs?
Why do some men act like pigs?
Why don't cars have more of a buffer?
Why do people have to suffer?
Why do certain fabrics crinkle?
Why does old skin have to wrinkle?
Why doesn't a red head's hair turn gray?
Why won't Drs. listen to what their patients have to say?
Why won't any one write a letter?
Why isn't our world getting any better?