Best Worldly Poems
Welcome to the world of Worldly
where we feast all night.
All those things you once thought wrong -
here they all are right!
Worldly’s citizens are many.
Membership is free.
Criminals are here as well as
high society.
Come here and forget your sorrows
and forget your past.
Leave your ethics at the door too.
Here they will not last.
Come consume the fatted calf.
Imbibe cherry wine.
Love is a four letter word.
Lust, though, is divine!
Little boys and pretty girls
are also here to serve you
(if you lean that way, of course).
All things are on the menu!
Worship with us at the alter.
The sacrament for sin
is your blood lust or that rush
you get beneath your skin.
We have got a secret leader
with the gift of charm.
Succumb to him. We will relax you.
Let us prick your arm.
Our special members love green color
and they love their gold.
You might qualify one day. . .
Just do as you're told.
Finally, remember this.
In Worldly you will be
with peers who think and act like you
(should you need sympathy).
There was a possum
of worldly descent
Gathering diamonds
and things it had spent
Chasing a catfish
down dragonfly row
Wanting to see if
it was someone to know
Laughed at an aardvark
with tangerine pants
Filling it's pockets
with yesterday's ants
Climbed up a staircase
that led to the sky
Waving at meadowlarks,
saying goodbye
Chewed on a cabbage
it found by the gate
Wondering if it was
something it ate
Sat down alone,
which was normal you see
Crying those tears
as it hoped it could be
Somebody's friend
that he never could find
Merely a possum,
just pay him no mind
He'll get along,
it's just something to do
And if he passes
in front of you
Maybe just smile
and tell him hello
He might be somebody
you'd like to know
Or let him be
without well wishes sent
For he's just a possum
of worldly descent
For the Dandelions Tiger Lillian and Bear berries Oh My Poetry Contest
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“O commercialized corporate franchise”
Thou that holds illusions in selling lies
Max out your credit cards
Lenders be holder’s lords
Forfeiting all bank notes as owner cries
“O commercialized corporate franchise”
My babies wonder about Christmas guys
My babies’ futures be scared
Must obey corporate lords
“O thou commercialized corporate lies”
Just commercialized greedy Xmas rush
Souls like zombies of the corporate thrust
The X of the Christ
O Love’s sacrifice
“In commercialized corporate we trust”
For Commercialized Humor contest
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If we just let go...
If we just let go
To not live in fear
To just go with the flow
I think the world may just be a better place
The world may... just turn out allright
Where peace could live and love could embrace.
If the soul is so dark that not even a sprinkle of white
Paint could cover it
What has become of our species...?
We cant just go with the flow
Sometimes it can be poisonous
We cant live fearless when danger is all around us .
Everybody is doing something for selfies reasons
The world might never be a better place
The world might never turn out to be allright
We can choos...
We can choose in which direction we want to go!
A little man stood at Heavens gate
with a sad look on his face.
He explained why he wished to enter
such a Hallowed place.
St Peter loosened the golden chain
and slid open the silver bar,
then listened to the story
with the big gate slightly ajar.
Please hear my tale of worldly woes
the fellow sadly said.
I ask that you not turn me away,
but grant me eternal joy instead.
When I was only nine weeks old,
I fell out of my pram,
and ever since that sorry day,
I've been in jam after jam!
I had whooping cough when I was one
and chicken pox at two.
German measles also laid me low
and once I had the Asian flu.
My legs were broke in a car crash.
My skull was cracked as well!
When there was a risk of falling,
it was always me who fell!
I've spent six years in hospitals
with many kinds of ills!
I rattle when I'm walking
cause I take so many pills!
My wife ran off with someone else.
My only son was jailed.
My wages were impounded
for promises that failed.
I fell asleep while smoking,
the consequence was dire.
The firemen got there pretty quick,
but couldn't put out the fire!
I lost twelve jobs, I lost my teeth.
I also lost my hair!
In course of time, I lost all hope
and only found despair.
Then I hit the lottery!
Three hundred thousand bucks!
The mailman found me dead from shock,
ain't that just my luck!
St Peter said "Come in my friend
and share a greater fate".
"I can't " the little man replied,
"My foot's stuck in the gate"!
His bad luck didn't end right there,
cause he heard St Peter tell,
"If you don't know how to play a harp,
you'll have to go to Hell"!
AMEN
WORLDLY WOMAN
(She's haunted by her past)
I cry the tears of a wordly woman.
Used and abused.
I'm old news.
I've been there, done that,
no longer going forward,
always crying when I look back.
I used to be at men's beck and call,
always standing alone against the wall,
but never standing tall.
They did to me as they please,
brought me down to my knees.
I had you-
That alone was reason to stop them.
But I acted as if I didn't know anything else.
Yes, I did what they wanted
no matter how I felt.
I cry the tears of a worldly woman.
Used and abused.
I'm old news.
I've been there done that,
no longer going forward.
Always crying when I look back.
It was like I had no name.
I had no self-respect.
Some called me girl,
Some called me pet.
But, what I call myself
I still don't know the answer to that
yet.
I cry the tears of a worldly woman.
Used and abused.
I'm old news,
I've been there, done that.
No longer going forward,
Always crying when I look back.
Always crying when I look back.
An early morning run across a misty lake
comes in, fades out of view with every stroke I take.
With pace that ebbs and flows from tunes within my head,
I hope the rhythmic rowing will not wake the dead.
I try to focus on the things that Austin taught,
but mostly, in the moment, I’m enraptured, caught
up in this misty morning ‘cross unknown expanse;
time and distance slip away in other-wordly trance…
Paint my worldly days and nights
in colors, splashed bright by day with rain-bowie hues
and dabbing nights, shining with silvery starry lights
to smother peoples senses to all negative views
letting visions ignite, of the world;s optimistic delights.
Paint all the people of the world in tawny tanned skins
so that racial bias and slurs can no longer be used
and pigments prejudice's it's final death knoll sings
heralding choruses of nationalities in unity, be fused
with all the new brightening joy and affinity it brings.
Paint all the world's languages
in merited words that unify and encourage's
total understanding when spoken by all
and the needs of people be no longer a barbed wall
dawning golden a new morn of humanities call.
Paint my worldly world
with brushed strokes of saffron's golden sheen
snugly blanketed in Love,and the Sun's warmth furled
then frame my new world in Mother Nature's ever-green
embossed with smiling Cherubic faces in a atmosphere clean
to show the world what the Great Creator's Love truly means.
Haunted halls of holocaust.
Babies killed, at any cost.
Murder and envy, play a part.
To greed, lust and unfaithful hearts.
Battered and hurt nowhere to turn.
An eye for an eye, will anyone learn?
Costly endeavors, beyond repair.
World in chaos, does anyone care?
Gambling and drinking, hollow mortals
Thieving and perversion, with no morals.
Empty empathy, hateful actions.
Deception and lies, alluring attraction.
War and poverty, desperate times.
Never ending violence, horrific crimes.
Taking lives, without a plan.
Disease and death play their hand.
World full of evil, Satan will be slain.
When Christ returns, to rule and to reign.
Over time, a plethora is acquired by a single man,
The type of things the world perceives as factors of perfection,
And yet his joy, locked in sorrow like fruits enclosed in a can,
This generation stands in awe of something needing correction.
Intellectually, he is labelled supreme,
This premise brings the assumption that his world must define bliss,
This gleaming admiration, for him, only a dream,
Sadness and he inseparable, as a man and his mistress.
A mask of joy he wears, to hide the actuality,
He wishes to find truth in the world's blind thought,
Even in this apparel, disdain lashes with brutality,
It then casts its net, and he is once more caught......
- Michael-Shane Brown
Worldly Prison
While on earth are in a worldly prison;
Jesus back to heaven He has arisen;
Each door there for us was opened wide
So we could very easily go inside;
Our church priest want to christen.
Jim Horn
The worldly eyes...
She is happy if she doesn't cries...
She is not feeling it, if she doesn't show
But in fact, she is broken, alot more than u can know
The worldly eyes...
Sees the giggles she shares
Never notices the hidden moist glares
She is happy if she doesn't complaints
But in fact, she is most depressed down the vains..
The worldly eyes...
Enjoys the jokes she makes
But never pay heed to...
the strength it takes
To Laugh when ur soul is wrenched
When your eyes are drenched
When the love u need the most
Has abandoned you to the cornered bench
The worldly eyes...
Can just blame
That you play game...
Never will they know
U cry yourself to sleep
Every night
only to witness
Sleepless mornings bright..
The worldly eyes....
Worldly or other worldly medical possessive pronouns
Dance fire glow orange on white but darkened ceilings.
Frozen water per-cusses and abuses shaped glass structures.
Hand to mouth is how the birds eat.
Hand to foot disease spreads like children’s nursery rhymes
In the fresh cut school lawns sandy and littered
With hate speech and disproportioned waxed figures.
The future seems so neat and well groomed
Until the elastic wears thin and fragile from the old man’s knee socks.
Try and you will succeed if all is said and done.
Children that smell like children in hot bowls
With silver monkey spoons and did I mention all of that wax?
Forever forgive.
For with each pressure applied to muscle memory.
I spill life on life on life and it confuses to eat my life until all is devoured and useless.
Grip soft and sure so baby birds purr and prose
All of the variable positions a nest has to hope and offer.
Much for the price you unpaid in full.
Eagle feathers tickle but only in a different and unusual sort of fashion accessory.
Go ahead and let the accusations fly or soar above mountains high,
Snowy and white with cookie dough.
The breeze catches me urging me backwards into you.
The scribbles resemble the renaissance of old
And bushy stars that glimmer cold in the night time dinner plate.
The wax melts. Then what?
Whatever reason it may be, disgusted by life itself, I felt offended being alive and that’s why I opened my heart’s window and watched
a passing cloud within the heart.
I understand that everything under the sun shall change its shape
as time elapses and, the leading stars of the time also vanish to yield their position to new stars as the stage of history revolves, yet still I have a question, why does it have to be that way? On the other hand, though, the circle of human life did not change from the beginning of the time of its conception to very end of everyone’s day, so I have to ask again, why?
The answers to those questions, though not conclusive but tentative, came to my mind were, no matter how much the medical technologies may be advanced as men insist, living things never fail to die; and men are always hungry though they eat like a pig because men’s daily bread comes from crops produced in the barren soil. No matter how man beautifies life rhetorically with words such as love, blessing, abundance, and glorify with such communal phrases: god, spirit, holy, or sanctity, men’s life is miserable and hopeless as before because they have to inhale the mass of evil that is filtered through the air to survive.
Since no one ever defined explicitly or gave me a straight answer on human life, I have no way to solve the problem of life but to satisfy with the common words ‘life is not different from any other thing.’ But if I comfort myself with a trite remark such as this, isn’t it an act of betraying my mother? Because the mother went through such enormous labor pain in order to bring this helpless child into this world and rose with her whole hearted earnest care to plant hope on this corrupted world.
Ahhh my love
How can I compare thee to earthly beauties
Your eyes sparkle
Like the diamonds that blanket the night sky
Your smile is that of the sun
That rises o'er the mountains and sets into the sea
Your fragrance is sweet
As the aroma carried on the breeze that wafts across a flower bed
Your touch kindles a flame
As hot as volcanic lava
Your skin is soft
Like silk spun from oriental caterpillars
You are life as it is meant to be lived
You are heaven on earth
You are love
Rockman :-)