Best Workable Poems
It's funny when you just feel like you in this world alone -
Know one understand's you , not even the one's who consider themselves
to be grown -
Black women a relationship is not about you , one woman -
It's about that woman including that man , united together we stand -
Every arguement is not just the fault of him -
Consider what you did before the arguement and remember 1 of you
equals 2 for them -
Know man should put his hand's on a woman as well as know woman
should put her hand's on a man -
But , in a relationship we should both keep it respective because the outside
line will never understand -
Something that is workable to both of us is over exaggerated by them -
Even though we where both in the fault the outside line only blame's him -
I think that deep down inside every man has some good -
Im in a seat now where the one's you say , are no good once stood -
I was more than good i was great -
Now, Im trying to keep from tearing down someone else's wall with all
this hate -
Im a dog because i don't want to throw my heart in -
Rewind my life and sweet heart come again -
Who came up with this rule that he alway's has to lay down the red carpet
for you -
Back in the day's we women where strong and everything that was old to
us was brand new -
Black women why does jealousy has to be part of your plan in order to get
some attention -
When you get some you don't want it ; sorry to you lady player's that one i had
to mention -
Black women if you feel like you deserve to be treated good than raise your
hand -
Now put your hand's down and look around because that's what it feel's
like inside of every good man -
Black men stand up and tell your woman i deserve to be treated good -
Black men tell your woman i love you but , let's make sure that what i said , is
understood -
Some of us black women need to recognize that in a relationship it's 50% for
you and 50% for me -
If you don't have no 50% than don't expect no red carpet because everything
that you thought was about you include's me -
God of atoms
break my purpose,
my workable clay.
Feed me
clumps of sorrow,
sods of joy
one particle at a time.
Seed me not too much
of your breakable sadness,
plow me much
with your passions.
Allow me, if it please you,
to dwell in this intricate husk
until the sky
make a nest in its marrow.
Let the dirt
of my fingernails
guide me inward
into your blooms.
And when I am ready
for the reaping
scatter my worms.
driving through streets of angst and apathy
driving to the place where I can actualize my desire
to eat a 12 piece bucket of chicken hunks
smiling at the coo-koo bird with **** exposed
the paper words speaking in a greasy cacophony
that sings louder than the top 40 rap from the car next to me
the all encompassing fried waft fills the upper quadrants
of my olfactory facilities
my pavlovian salivary stalactites are noteworthy in the rearview
the napkins that won't suffice tonight
whilst sipping new dessicated sanguine juice
later I shall roll in the fractured bones and discarded cartilage
with the glee of a lion licking the last remnants of flesh
from the femur of the sleeping zebra
driving with my portable fan to scent glaze those caught at the precipice
of another uncomfortable intersection smoldering with the anticipation
of another color
it's night and my eyes work like the retinas of an great horned owl
hookers flittering about within the shadows in the fashion of desperate hyenas
eyes reflecting red to further emphasize the craze
the urge/smell to press forward is overwhelming
the distractions are fantastic
the howls of maligned dogs echoes over the canopy of green neon
I am the great white hunter bringing home my quarry and
park this steely beast making its heart turn off
metal and flesh move at different vibrations that only appear similar
yes it is time to work the mandible with great passion yet
with empty thoughts as the world outside the den
makes the brain short circuit from its normal capacities
other than hunting for the best family meal deal
because down by the facsimile of a watering hole there are whole animal parts
compressed into small and workable units
No More Rain (Tim Flannerys Prediction)
by Robert (Bob) Moore
Tim woke up this morning, banged his head against the wall
I once told the people, “no more rain would fall”
so they built a desalination plant, to purify sea water
hope they don’t send me the bill, but I guess they really oughta
It has rained quite a bit since then, it’s raining here today
the ice caps are still melting, and some small islands washed away
but we will get a drought again, of that there is no doubt
and others like our Tim, will be chanting doomsday all about
I am not saying Man, has not stuffed up this Planet bad
but it’s been done so we could have, the life that we have had
but turning our lights on and off, will not fix the damage done
we need to make some solid plans, not windfarms and some sun
We need scientists to come together, make our energy all clean
not argue, and point the finger, about what’s already been
a workable solution, with conservation, starting first
and maybe build another dam, before the ones we have all burst
It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Patrol the house,
In search of that,
Which could cause harm,
To kith or kin,
Though the job is mine,
The cat is my friend,
So he comes along,
To help where he can,
And we have devised,
A workable plan.
He'll give the call,
If he sees something strange,
And I'll come a-runnin',
That's what we've arranged.
The war cry he gives,
Is a terrible screech,
And I have to admit,
It gives me the creeps.
One night 'bout this time,
A few years ago,
We thought we heard something,
Outside in the snow.
The cat crept up,
To the window sill,
And he gave a cry,
That was eerie and shrill.
The folks were all gone.
They were at church,
And up on the roof,
Came a clatter and lurch;
Then some strange old man,
In a funny red suit,
Came down the chimney,
With a sack filled with loot.
Without hesitation,
I was on the attack.
None of our stuff,
Would he put in that sack.
Back up the chimney,
He flew in disgrace,
And reindeer were running,
All over the place.
They took off like a rocket,
Swooped low and then high.
I swear that I never,
Knew reindeer could fly.
Some poor old lady,
Was out in the street,
Never knew what hit her,
It was reindeer feet.
Her husband stood staring,
In total dismay,
And they sing about her,
To this very day;
How on her way home,
From the church which was near,
Grandma got run over,
By eight reindeer.
It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Are on the alert,
But he won't be back.
(Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
(walking home from church on Christmas Eve,
(Ohhhh you can say you don't believe in Santa,
(but as for me and Grandpa --- WE BELIEVE!)
(Now you know the whole story)
For Last Fifty Poems Contest by Brian Strand
For DejaVu Christmas contest by Debbie Guzzi
It's the night before Christmas and I and the cat,
Patrol the house in search of that,
Which could cause harm to kith or kin;
Though the job is mine the cat is my friend,
So he comes along to help where he can,
And we have devised a workable plan.
He'll give the call if he sees something strange,
And I'll come a-runnin', that's what we've arranged.
The war cry he gives is a terrible screech,
And I have to admit it gives me the creeps.
One night 'bout this time a few years ago,
We thought we heard something outside in the snow.
The cat crept up to the window sill,
And he gave a cry that was eerie and shrill.
The folks were all gone, they were at church,
And up on the roof came a clatter and lurch.
Then some strange old man in a funny red suit,
Came down the chimney with a sack filled with loot.
Without hesitation I was on the attack.
None of our stuff would he put in that sack.
Back up the chimney he flew in disgrace,
And reindeer were running all over the place.
They took off like a rocket, swooped low and then high.
I swear that I never knew reindeer could fly.
Some poor old lady was out in the street.
Never knew what hit her, it was reindeer feet.
Her husband stood staring in total dismay,
And they sing about her to this very day.
How on her way home from the church which was near,
Grandma got run over by eight reindeer.
It's the night before Christmas and I and the cat,
Are on the alert but he won't be back.
(now you know the rest of the story)
Colorless water,
makes our life colorful.
It covers seventy percent of our body,
makes body strong and workable.
It’s a universal solvent,
capable to dissolve more substances than any other liquid.
Without water
future can’t be expected.
We need to conserve it as seen the misuse by the bodies.
It’s time to think,
for the purity of the soul, which is within you.
It's time to realize,
for the betterment of the future.
conserve water, save life
save the world within we lie.
‘Twas two thousand and fifty AD, Planet earth found it’s tipping point, this year was decision year, leaders of every country of our world came together to formulate a workable system to prevent the inevitable demise of our planet, our eco systems were being destroyed at an alarming pace, wild life becoming extinct, water supply’s nearing critical point, pollution had devastated our waterways, seas, and oceans, undoubtedly the blame for this catastrophe was placed on human activity, new directives and rules to prevent these problems to escalate was passed unanimously, top of their agenda was an end to warfare, next was the ever increasing human population followed by effects of new technologies.
It was decided that war must become a thing of the past, no country or state as from two thousand and seventy can inflict any aggression towards any other country.
Human population would be curtailed and monitored.
New technologies would be prioritised, investment would increase enormously.
Unfortunately there were opposition to all proposals which created an adverse outcome, and consequences.
We are now in the year two thousand one hundred and eighteen,
advances in technology has exceeded all expectations, human interaction is now not allowed, every human is served by machines that mimic humans and are of human form, earth is now controlled by a centralised computer system that monitors everyone and everything, human lifespan is now restricted, the maximum age is fifty years, our health is monitored every month, all children under the age of sixteen are educated in isolated institutions by computerised systems in isolation, human reproduction is totally controlled artificially through egg and sperm banks, incubation in artificial wombs in laboratories, these offspring never encounter any human interaction, my abode is a single room I am served by two robots that fulfils all my needs, nutrients and medication is all intravenous, I require no exercise, I sleep for a maximum of eight hours, everything else is virtual, my vacations are interplanetary and interact with inhabitants of other planets,
What a difference 100 years can make so expect big changes!
May 26 2018.
Contest:- in 100 years
Tiled floor
As I view the old and the new,
The tired and the worn,
Alongside the pristine and sharply defined
The original master plan dulled
With newer, brighter inserts,
I see an untidy cohesion
A compromise
An inability to fully reinstate
Though craftsmen have done their best
Restoring years of alteration and renewal
It is an unholy alliance
Trying to both eye and mind
For it is less than perfect.
But it must do
It is all that is possible.
At a distance, no obvious problem
But on close inspection the joins, the mismatches
Are to be lived with, endured,
Imperfect but workable,
Usable, necessary.
And I must find a way of
.. acceptance.
Lent Retreat
February 2010
This was inspired by the tiled flooring section in front of the memorial to Princess
Elizabeth, in The Minster church of Sts. Thomas, Newport, Isle of Wight, UK. Princess
Elizabeth was the daughter of Charles 1, and died at Carisbrooke Castle where her father
had been imprisoned prior
to his execution in London.
A Deaf, a Blind and a Dump, sometimes born disable,
One blind, but hears, known him as a differently able,
Another one who can see,hear and talk but a differently able:
A teacher punished a pupil in miserable,
To reform,punishments some times come workable,
To the Pa of the pupil,a politician, this was not agreeable,
Tit for tat all what he thought right applicable,
He Made kneel down!'...the TEACHER and then the teaching of noble,
All went wet in tears including the desk and table,
Patience!wipping the tears with his hands of grace said,the able to able!
Playin games, say no names.
Keep mine off ya lips and i'll do the same.
Let's not make it personal,
think more vertical.
Ya too horizontal.
Step out of virtual into reality.
Make it workable in this galaxy.
Certianly hurtable if done callously.
So make it searchable free from fallacy.
Something learnable find what the balance be...
between good and evil.
Understood? Is this Concievable?
I can See underfoot, its still retreivable.
Not too high to be overheavable.
Knowing my strength is unbelievable.
They lie about whats achievable?
A multitude of possabilities is certianly reachable.
Question the probabilities of it being preachable.
Trust in my ability to make it breachable.
Lose the hostility, so cold.. Be heatable.
Allow me to warm ya hearts. Mines is keepable.
It seems like a lark
And the giggles abound
And the parties and excess
Of fools must be found
There’s no time for hard issues
Or things of the heart
Because don’t you know
There’s a game we must start.
Has many cool levels
And weapons galore
And warriors and zombies
Like never before
And blood flows like water
And time just flies by
Not missing the outdoors
Or spring, no not I.
There’s time enough later
For training and work
But what are the chances
The world’s gone berserk
With terror and drive-bys
And government spin
And no one admits
All the debt we are in.
I’d rather be laughing
I’d rather be high
I’d rather be gaming
Than dutifully dry.
This life’s really short
Holding nothing beyond
So bring on the laughter
Before I am gone.
Note: We have little idea how many young people are stuck on this destructive, desensitizing, hopeless treadmill. No honest exchange. No real friendships. No workable skills. No sense of purpose. No hope of Heaven. And we think we are showing love by buying their approval with more of the same.
there was a man
a small man
-a little man
-a tiny man
a small little tiny
man who found a-tiny-small-little-something
he pulled on it -and realized it had give
he pulled -this stretchy-little-small-tiny
thing and it kept stretching this was when the
small man - who was a flimflam man after all
realized he had a workable-fraud
realized he had found something
big -really-big it was more than a
stretchy band it was a movement
one he’d sstretchh beyond one’s expectations
you could recognize him -by his large
*mouth - and by his *tiny little hands
*optional
you may fill in the word *filthy before mouth
or before tiny or both as you please -please
armand~
anger - bridge between hate and aggression
aggression - workable part of hate
think before you trample on
re-think before you quit feeling
hating others is society's way to maintain on surface
sometimes to sink is right thing to do
going down does not stand necessary for abyss
it could be your exodus
salvation
relief
hating others is society's way to maintain on surface
surface is mutilated
carved
polluted
it's spitting infant's dreams on the shore
under feet of our ignorance
immune we are
there's nothing left to die for
our future
spat in the shore
maybe one day
a child will happen
raise that conch
and hear -
don't worry, I have an army of angels keeping us safe
In an age of great techniques aplenty
there is one that’s many centuries old
for this one is so full of godly wisdom
take it on learn well what has been told
The Bible’s book of godly wisdom
in Proverbs chapter 22 verse six
it tells how a child be taught well
keeping them in wisdom no quick fix
This early age training seminar
thought out long ago at early source
establishing a child in the essentials
so If practiced will make real force
This is indeed a divine remedy
set in place before needing a cure
God’s prescription always correct
so life is workable you can be sure
When this is set early in place
won’t be forgotten but take root
in later years be truly thankful
if kept to it’ll surely bear fruit
("Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it." Proverbs. 22:6 )