Long Good day Poems

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If Memories Could Talk

I think I'm happy...
Introvert at heart I was exhausted but enjoying myself like a good day at the gym
I had been participating in some verbal jogging when the jargon interrupted the depth of my thoughts
I wanted to go deeper, but the question brought me back to the surface
You know, that over used, over played, over copied, get out of jail free question
So, how did you feel?
A mental sigh fogs my mind, as I wait for the dust to settle, I try to paint what can't be replicated in any art
My response a cliche of my own just to joust back
In case we're keeping score
I'm deadly competitive to a fault, laughing to myself touché
Oh, my reply, I almost forgot
The cliche runs from my mouth: the words to describe it are lost but if found it would be something like watching the American Day Dream on the big screen except you're the main character
When your mood matches the brightness within the sunrise of your eyes and you’re by no means even a little bit of an early bird
You hear the sound of vinyl recorded melodies on repeat as you brush your teeth
The dust slowly undresses as I then get dressed
Looking for the perfect outfit is comparable to searching for these words
And don't even get me started on shoes
The right pair will have everyone on their heels and can capture the eyes to the soul
That day my soul sang solo after the shower rained down cleansing compliments 
Chanting for an encore
The volume of the claps is turned down
The dust has finally kissed the ground
And for the reveal my reflection sees a familiar memory
As my mouth curves like a rose into a shape it hasn't felt in awhile
I've been chasing this flowery feeling like the butterfly tasting the flight of bliss
I grab as fast as I can, gripping the steering wheel headed to the destination
Shouting I'm never letting go
As my opposite palm holds her hand
I want to stop to picture frame this memory
I have to stop and picture frame this memory
We stop at the red light, and she asks: can I borrow a forehead kiss
I respond: as long as you come back again
p.s. this is happiness, it was something like that...
Form: Narrative


Premium Member The Savior and the Sound

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The Savior And The Sound

In your delicate state of mind, upon your awakening, you were uncontrollable and had done an egregious act, punishable to the highest degree of the law, which is death and being that you are both obtuse and indigent, I will undertake your case pro bono and, per se, mediate on your behalf to the best of my abilities, whereto, I will consecrate my efforts in a reduced sentence based on an insanity plea, and after speaking with your doctors prior to our meet, I've been informed that with the continued diligence, medications and therapy sessions, you're able to control your delirium status and be of sound mind, ergo, I extend my hand to you, shake it if you agree, if not, I'll have leave of you. (hands shaking). Have yourself a good day sir, till we meet upon your summons to court.

***The obtuse and indigent delicate soul, whose awakening to control of his delirium status, free of any egregious acts saw his consecrate savior who will mediate on behalf of the sound.


2019 September 10

Premium Member The Middle

I like to start each day feeling safe and happy…
usually this leads to a grin 
and the hope that my family and friends are also safe and happy 
as their day is about to begin.

And I like to think them at least once every evening…
before another day slips away…
hoping they’re still safe and happy…
hoping they all had a good day.

I believe life is a series of beginnings and endings…
looming in the shadows like silhouettes…
every birth has its death, 
every first note its last…
every sunrise has its sunset.

But as we experience beginnings and endings
I know this also is true…
most of our life is spent in the middle…
living between the two.

There is no doubt beginnings are important…
as are also those times we must bid adieu…
but I also believe it’s in those middles…
where all of our dreams come true.

So, for me, there is no better time than the beginning or the end of each day
to sit back
to reflect….
close my eyes…
and think of those times in between…
in the middle…
where happiness lies.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Jack

We said goodbye

You and I

Tossed a coin

Who would cry

You won

Time went by

You went on to marry Joe

I got blown up

From head to toe

Along came baby, Jill

Your pride and joy

Such a thrill

I started the long road back

With a dummy leg, I nicknamed Jack

It was hate at first sight

Throwing him down every night

Sadly, Joe passed away

Your life crashing down

That fateful day

Jack and I changed tact

We sort of made a little pact

I wouldn’t throw him down

If he walked straight on the ground

You came to terms with your loss

Went back to work

Still the boss

Now you and little Jill

Moving on, moving still

I had finally trained Jack to run

Not very far, granted

He still moaned at will

But I told him straight

Tomorrow the hill

The sun was shining

Good day to go out

Drive into the country

Out and about

Right Jack, today’s the day

Do not upset me in any way

Just try to keep straight

Is that okay

Mummy, look at all the sheep

A cow, goats

Mummy, horses too

What’s that, Mummy

Jack decided to leave him on the downside of the hill

Rejoining him at the bottom

Leg with no thrill

I swear to god I will shoot you dead

Looking up at an Angel and a little girl in dread

Been a long time, Tony

Still running I see

Hope when you said shoot

You weren’t meaning me

No I was talking to Jack my leg

He hasn’t quite mastered running yet

Reminds me of a girl I once knew

Oops, that girl would be you

So you called your leg after me

That’s real sweet

Maybe that’s why she keeps leaving you

Wouldn’t you agree

I think you could be right

Having had lots of time to reflect in the small hours of the night

So, who’s this lovely little girl

This is my daughter, Jill

I know what you’re thinking

This fairytale came true

They got back together

Like they’re supposed to do

Alas not

Well, not till Jack mastered getting down on one knee

I mean, how hard can it be.
© Paul Bell  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member In February

Illnesses besetting
Parents aging
Chilled waves of anxiety
     buffet the shore
Thunderclouds dampening
     soil and spirits
Cellos, subdued in minor sonority
     play Eleanor Rigby in my mind
Painted ponies gnashing
     at their metallic captivity
In February

Health returning
Sandpipers scatter as we approach
Collecting shells 
     with smiling mother
Children's laughter rains down
     on half-filled sand pails
Thundering gales of glee
     as they test the frigid ocean
Trumpets dance to the melodic riff
     of Good Day, Sunshine
The painted ponies go up and down,
     'round and 'round
     the brass ring again in sight
In February
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.


A Riverfront Poem In Memory of Her In Advance

watching her play guitar
listening to her sing
first, urge for going
next, river
i smile, knowing that these may be her last

holding her and warming her
listening to julian lennon's valotte
recognizing the pattern and the theme of rivers,
we decide to drive there
as i go to get her ocean blue blanket, she smiles at me and laughs

once upon a time we could not stand the sight of each other
the arguments were such that could make a blazing inferno cower
the time that we spent in the auspices of our individual growth matured the loathing into pure love
i laugh with her at the absurdity of our past and history

my sweet pecan praline beauty was diagnosed with terminal cancer five months ago today
the story of this day is joy and jovial benevolence
God Blessed Us with a Good Day for her today
after the complete and total opposite yesterday,
i will take the savings in my tear account and let it draw interest until

i pull up bobby goldsboro's honey on my phone
after making sure she is safe, secure, warm, and okay,
off we go to our favorite riverfront spot
it is where my life so beautifully and wonderfully changed,
and i will cherish that Precious Moment Forever.....
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Miss Muffet's Revenge: Collaboration

Miss Muffet was very tired of fear.
She wanted tuffets under her rear.
She glared at the spider,
the can of Raid beside her:
that icky thing became a white smear.

She stomped the spider into the ground,
screaming, “Die! Die! You wretched old hound!”
Then she held up the Raid,
any others she sprayed.
Indeed, 'twas a good day all around.

BY DALE GREGORY COZART

oh no she has failed to see
the one with red eyes of three
teeth all strung out wide
there's nowhere to hide
don't you come running to me

BY TIM SMITH

That old spider just laughed in her face
Said, “Hey Muffet you sprayed the wrong place.
Raid will not make me die
But it could hurt a fly
In the spider world I’m super race!"

BY JAN ALLISON

Miss Muffet just couldn't stop grinning.
She said, “This is just the beginning.
Praying Mantis will do,
and he's right behind you.
Face it, Ugly, I'll just keep winning."

BY DALE GREGORY COZART

Miss Muffet cooked a batch of curds and whey
then asked the spider to come out and play
he went straight for her dish
Then I heard a big "SQUISH"
She ended the super race without bug spray

BY LIN LANE

Oh no! This would not be fair
Another spider was there
Spidy web flashed
The raid can crashed
And Mantis didn't have a prayer!

BY ROGERPAT ADAMS
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Am I a Terror Suspect

It is a nice sunny day
in the eastern Riverina
It is a perfect day to go for a ride
on my klr 650
might go for a ride to
circumnavigate Hume weir
yep
sounds like a plan
so I am thinking about
dropping in a Bunnings
to get some nails
to finish lining that shed
hm, then I could go to bcf
to get some gas cartridges
for the camp stove
yeah, no worries
that will all fit in my backpack
so, done all that
riding along the winding road
and see that the town of Tallangatta
has the big garage sale
I pull up at a few sites and
stumble upon this quaint
old wind up alarm clock
I wind it up a little, it works
ticking away nicely
it goes in the backpack

It is a beautiful day
and I enjoy my ride on the klr 650
as I get back to Holbrook
I get a snack at the bakery
and am about to head home
but the highway patrol decides to
do a random breath test on me
which returns zero

Strangely enough, between the noise
of the traffic and a few local swearing about 
the lack of rain
the police officer hears a ticking noise
in my backpack
he seems concerned about that
and immediately gets his partner
to pin me down
and calls for backup

They have this scanner
which detects bomb making material
in my pack, and a ticking sound
so I am in trouble now
the backup units turn up
the area gets locked down
I am thrown into an armored vehicle
handcuffed etc.

The bomb squad turn up
they don't like the gas cylinders mix
with the nails and the ticking noise

Funny enough, they don't believe my story
why I bought those items......

It was a good day to go
for a ride on my klr 650.
© Uwe Stroh  Create an image from this poem.

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Nearly lost my  at work because….

…yes someone has died and I think you might be

next

Turn that frown

…only if gravity changes

Are you okay
…well I was until you came closer

Can I phone anyone for you
….the hospital tell them your blood type

I again not a psychopath

but their is definitely traces

If you need a shoulder to cry on

always pick the one with a hunch

Would you like to talk

not really haven’t stopped for most of my life

The person who bought the thing
that the thought they liked
doesn’t

Sony gave away their stock vr units with the new ps5

Sorry that’s an advert in my poem

then I want a percent

Aging …………………………………my poetry
beyond the abed bird

Not having a good day

excuse me I just need to fill up my chainsaw it is in my locker

Premium Member Will Power

Some days are diamonds

Some days aren't that great

After many many years on this planet Earth

I've discovered attitude makes a huge difference

This WILL be a good day because I WILL it to be

WILLing it CAN make it so

Where there's a WILL, there's a way

An old saying but it still holds true today

We must always look on the bright side of life

Days of sadness are unavoidable

But can be made less formidable by one's attitude

As we age, those things that were so very important

No longer have the same relevance

Our outlook on live is much more relaxed

Much more like 'WHATEVER!”

It's really too bad this feeling can't be achieved

While we're young

To enjoy while we still have many years ahead of us

I guess I should practice what I preach

Because today is not turning out to be a good one

But my WILL and ATTITUDE to survive

WILL see me through



© Jack Ellison 2014
Form: Narrative

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