Best Work In Progress Poems
I am not finished yet, nor am I perfect.
I am a lifetime project.
I am a work in progress.
Each day, I grow a little.
Sometimes bigger … sometimes smaller …
Always older … often wiser …
My days would seem to be all the same.
Rather sluggish … Frankly boring …
And they are, yes … in the main.
Yet each one has a gift for me.
A thought, perhaps a memory.
Something for me to savour.
Another tiny piece that I can fit
Into my personal jigsaw.
The big picture of me …
The picture that I will never see.
The one I will leave for my children.
I hope they’ll like it!
Finally tears of joy swim from these tired eyes
No longer am I drowning in murky waters
Nor trapped in a crowded school of goldfish
Today I dive into fresh invigorating waters
Hoping to make a huge splash
To pay forward a path for others
Never will I forget those who kept me a float
For they are my hero's and they always fed me hope
Well it's the reason for tears on your face
Well it's the reason for no embrace
Well it's the reason for no sunlite skies
Well it's the reason for your frown
It's the reason you are so down
It's the reason you're no clown
The recliner is totally down
Caput, Colapse,
And it's no surprise
Tears coming from your eyes
Part of you has died
Lying on the carport
Waiting to be buried
With memories inside
If that recliner could talk
Form:
Though born a sinner, I shall be…
A saint of God eternally.
By Faith in Christ, great Hope I see.
He is not finished yet with me.
Though trials test and pain abound,
His grace and mercies are my glee.
His arms of comfort doth surround.
He is not finished yet with me.
Though sickness deals a heavy blow
The great Physician hears my plea
He works in ways I cannot know
He is not finished yet with me.
Though loss has robbed me many times
He restores me so faithfully
I know He’s steadfast every time
He is not finished yet with me.
Though sadness comes, I never doubt
His Word is my security.
From weeping then to joys I shout
He is not finished yet with me.
spectrums
of art
bring
wonder
and ecstasy
a
fleeting
inwardness...
a heightened
sense
of the infinite..
so distinct
a visual
chord
yet
out
of key,
an
idiosyncratic
act
of freedom
and chance
evolving..
into
a complete daub
upon
the canvas
of experience
Contemplative, taciturn
Willing to commit
An immutable zeal to learn
Endowed with acerbic wit
Endless potential
But having few outlets, to express it
Seemingly aloof or deferential
Unintentionally causing pain
Coming off inconsequential
An indelible stain
Easily misunderstood
Without composure refrained
A lonely soul, I haunt this peopled earth;
and ever solitary, I beside
remain untreasured and ne'er knowing mirth.
Woe am I! For wherefore do I confide
in Thee, O Lord? For, alone and unloved,
I perish day and night, year after year:
for You have not willed my dearly beloved;
but, sick of my requests, turned a deaf ear.
Be that as it may, Poesy's a comfort,
a just redeemer and a savior:
whose craft provides spiritual life-support;
and sustains my poor heart like no lover.
O Lord, though I have found a new mistress;
have grace on me as a work in progress!?
Many Many Jobs
If I was a kid,
I'd stack them like pogs
Never did I find a place
That I wanted to pursue
A legitimate company
Seemed long overdue
Searched and Searched
Found no more
Can't be late or get fired
Really? Who's keeping score?
Finally found Verizon
Worked on the phones
Thought it was a final destination
Melted my sanity to my bones
Felt I was sufficating
My world overwhelmed
So many feelings bottled up
So much, I no longer felt
Ice Princess
Needed a recess
From all this crap
It's like someone threw water on my face
Gave me a good old SMACK
Got sent home
Couldn't go back
How on earth
Did this country get so of track
We value money over health
Companies take our brains with such stealth
Gotta look at this and think
If I owned a company and saw employees this way
I could NEVER turn the other cheek
If they do,
What motivated me to find another
Nope, not again,
Got nothing to lose
Broke as hell, but I've still got honor
I'd rather go bankrupt than help them stand tall
So why am I here?
God has a reason
But to me its unclear
Everyone has a time
With their life ends
There's no more rhyme
There's no more friends
They were put here to do something,
Big or small
It's not like there's a wall that limits it
Got lets you know when you're prohibited
So until the numerous small things come up
Or I run into some ridiculous large hick-up
I'm going work to bring my dreams to life
They're no good in my head
If I die,
No one can dissect it and say
“I'll do this instead”
Makes sense to me to take the time
The moms and pops working hours overtime
On their own goods and shops but somehow are still behind
I'll promote you!
My shop too!
A mall filled of homemade moms and pops goods
Made in America, this must be understood
The saying “It takes money to make money”
Remember that when you order pancakes with a little honey
Nothing in this world is free
If you want your kid to get a good job out of school with a degree
Say goodbye to anything made overseas.
My whole life is a work in progress. This includes everything
I do, have to keep working on and improving, fine tuning,
use some spit and polish. Needs some more strokes of
the paint brush to give it more color. Blue, green, red,
a brighter shade of pale. Mix it all up splash it on the canvas,
see if it's a closer hue to me. If I can't get it right it may not
be here tomorrow.
Slight of hand, puff of smoke, now you see it, now you
don't. Ala-ka-zam, abra-kadabra work some magic.
Smoke and mirrors make this all a fleeting illusion.
Rabbit in the hat, card up the sleeve, hidden
exit doors.
You see my friends it's my affliction of addiction kicking
in, there is no way to predict what will be in store
for us today or tomorrow, may be joy
or may be sorrow.
She winked, and smiling with
her eyes,
kissed my parched lips,
I could not return her kiss,
and though the years have spun
their cobwebs,
fashioning vacuums out of
forgotten dreams,
It is that kiss that I most miss.
Tonight, I lie awake,
lathered in layered memories,
of love lost, and of love gained,
of open skies,
and of rains crashing through
my weak rhymes,
that have strained,
across the vast emptiness,
seeking absolution,
for my emotional crimes...
(This Scribble is a Work in
Progress. Just Like Life)
Form:
Parents control what their kids are taught
It's not a matter of them wanting to or not
Go to school and get a job
That's how people pay bills on these blocks
Get married and have a kid
That's what everyone I knew did
While working full time
Stressing and counting every dime
Vacations on credit cards
Outfits for sports and leotards
Payments for the SUV or Chevy Malibu
Could live in a smaller house
Status would be demoted it you moved
Taco Tuesdays cause Mondays are crazy
Wed thru Fridays insane so weekends are lazy
Exercise? When I have the chance
I'll want to when I can't fit these pants
Why am I overweight and tired?
Cause I'm working overtime so I don't get fired
Cycle goes round and round
Not forever though,
In 30 years I'll retire.....?
This is a work in progress.
a double acrostic
S - Scared to death, I dreaded failures
E - Exams in high school were formidable.
L - Leery as I was, my final grades were phenomenal
F - Finishing with a B- average I stood in disbelief.
A - A little less shaky, I headed to higher academia;
C - College-life was stressful but I refused to panic.
T - Test taking became part of becoming an adult.
U - University structure was a different milieu;
A - Actually I finally got rid of the false chimera
L - Learning who I was and liking how it made me feel.
I - Independence was not the roadblock that I
Z - Zeroed in on as an unsure teenage klutz.
A - Actualization is a work in progress. My agenda
T - Takes on a different focus now; I am less of a pessimist.
I - I graduated with a new motto, a kind of alibi -
O - Occasional failure is not an opportunity to forego
N - New learning experiences because of intimidation.
written Nov. 10, 2016
I don't have to be a monk,
tucked away on some far off mountain,
to feel the profound joy
of contemplation.
Nor do I have to be a party animal
to laugh at ridiculous jokes,
during game night
in the company of cherished friends.
Flip me all you want
I will either land on heads or tails.
In any case I'm still a coin
and you can't take that from me.
I am not a frog
for your meticulous dissection.
Prod if you dare, but there's no guarantee
you won't get hit in the eye
because you got too close to some obscure artery.
I am not rock, paper or scissors.
My hand would rather hold a pen
for the weaving of a path,
than stoop to mere imitation.
I admit my eccentricities like to run away with me
but that's okay - I enjoy a good chase
I am pleasing to the eye no doubt
but no - I am not just some pretty face
There will always be one side of me
that outshines all the rest -
like a diamond glinting in the sun.
Nonetheless I like to think my various personalities
resembles a tray of Dunkin' Donuts.
It's physically impossible to just pick one.
Be warned though,
you have to have real stomach
to take me all at once.
Don't you know overindulgence can lead to heart attacks?
And no, I'm not a saint.
When it comes to my downfalls,
even a nerd like me isn't bothered
to roll up my sleeves and do the math.
I am a work in progress,
something you can't sum up in a few words.
It's like the four basic food groups,
to live off only one is just plain absurd.
I am not one nor the other,
but Yin and Yang
- much like an atom,
if you cut me in half
get ready for the bang.
She!
Intimated by guilt broken by perplexity
Waiting for the love her life but until then,
committed to memories of forlorn moments
Threading on the joy rides of halcyon days.
Her!
Heart of a woman in the depths solitude
Plunged and played by people she called friends
Lonely soul tormented even by happy melodies
In her emptiness void her soul forever shivers.
He!
Four and half years in self enclosed walls
Loosing very essence of youthful love in a rage
Finally tumbled down the walls of solitude blind
Enclosed soul spirited away into the blues
Man!
Living in the love of the common people
Somewhere in the back streets of the slums
Upholding the dream of becoming a hero
With nothing more than hope and love from above.
Woman!
Years upon years of sitting at lecture rooms
Graduated with a class but no pass for a job
You know the norm of the day
If it’s not in she won’t be on board
Keep calm hold onto your faith
God is at work .
You!
Balancing ambition with conscience
On the road less traveled.
A tapestry of soul breaking fortuity
That eyes the very core of your maturity.
The start ups ,the gigs and realities you quest,
Gradually you will get there .
I
In my simple form in rolling waves
Light hearted or heavy ladened
With poetry or with spoken words
Even in my nothingness and in my woes
I will forever defy the cryptic void of silence.
She will smile .
Her heart will find home .
Man will find love .
She will be a wife ,A woman of dignity.
His dreams will come true.
Hold on to you faith and let’s go and get it,
Everything we’ve been dreaming.
God have our backs
We!
We are a work In progress
There will be fails but we will never regress
Steady and gradually we will evolve
In love and in laughter all the pain will dissolve
In due time when we are done,
They will thread here to see
From far and near they will travel over the seas
The atheist will sing hallelujah
The doubters will lurk in their disbelief
Our tales will be history
Our memories will be legacies
For we are a work in progress; Winners
within.
« Fools are my theme and satire is my song. »
George Gordon, Lord Byron
I
Donald Trump is an ignorant man,
Put in power by a populist gang,
Property dealer of some renown
Rode with post-truth into town.
‘A living libel on mankind’,
On money likes to keep his mind,
Cabinet filled with billionaires
Huddled rich in hunt for chances
Use their office to make advances,
Increase billions by four or five,
To make them feel their still alive
II
O, Ye great bulletins of Bonaparté,
Paton’s D-Day address to the Armé,
Abe on « a nation born in liberté »,
Churchill to the House in 1940 !
And now D. Trump, 45th president,
Tweets on Twitter setting a precedent,
Policy thought conveyed with such thrift -
Surely a sign of a nation adrift.
But look on the bright side : what a relief !
When Trump talks at length, it’s my belief,
Anacoluthia attack him in shoals,
Grammar left full of great gaping holes,
Collapses in dire, illiterate heaps.
Something to be said for infantile tweets,
Though geo-strategy run off so quick
Speaks of a nation decidedly sick.
Trump’s got a thing ‘bout alternative facts,
Alternative lies masquerading as acts
He thinks are truer than truly true facts ;
So obsessed by media mendacity,
Loses track of simple veracity,
Disorder like this makes for confusion,
Trump KO’ed by semantic contusion,
Is he speaking the truth or spouting lies ?
Makes him a fool in everyman’s eyes.