Mem Poems | Examples

Yo Michael

My friend
My friend
where did you go 
And how long
Have i been gone
where is the friend 
Once i have known
The one that showed me
A friendship so strong
He opened his arms
His heart and his home
He was always there
To keep me from wrong
For years and years
I searched and i rome
Hunting for the friendship
Oh that i for long
lost now and all alone
No longer am I headstrong
Oh please my friend
I can no longer go on
Without you my friend
I just don't belong
We must rebuild unbreak 
and rebend
The unbreakable Bond
Between two friends
This is my plea to make admends
Help me regain
The strength you infringed
In my heart and my soul
Help me refill the big gaping hole 
So I may finally be once again whole
In your heart
Is where I belong 
My friend
My friend
The memories still simmer
My friend
My friend
Do you remember
The Friend in Me
Once you have known

I want you to imagine something

that you can’t
my Brian itches sometimes
I’m youR Dr
You were dead
But now your alive alive
Lightning gasp my shadow
on the laboratory wall
It never got a name
Monster eternal
internal something more
Quasimodo face that looks as if he rings the bell with it dang dong
something wrong
200 trillion stars in a splinter
of a galaxy that still grows
Speed of darkness. As quick as
the………….L……………
M……………I………………
o…………….g………………
m………….,.h………….. …t
…….e……….t…………n.
bulb is a weird word
I like surd as in absurd
Like surd’s with six packs
The s with sun glasses on as u and r flick him with towels d putting on sun screen as she sighs
It it just me but Hyde never invented the formula
that made him
What diary scared them all
You cards
Glad of the fairy paler
Who bit the first werewolf
I magine there was a first
and with each new wolf born grows stronger
like a psychic virus
Is a zombie covered in bandages also a mummy
Do you thinking being invisible would drive you
Mem……….insane…….brane.

The dream killers have

all night too plan
would I be their tortured
for another day
their shapes trickling 
from the edges
of the fire

See I magine a group of shadows
gathered round a fire
I am weird cause none of ewe
Are me like
Freak my badge of 
On our on hair
of the cat
with a Cheshire stare
Hatterly in the mem 
brain act
Like soup man
Buy in bulk
Banner never carried
Study flying mammals as a hobby
Brush and yawn ehhhh
That guy sold spiders round the neighbourhood 
Nice guy
Wander this way which leads to the red being read
the wrong weigh
Clerk would if he could but he
CAnt 

The saddest thing about his monster it never got a name

No Procrastination

Must get on with that poet-ry
while it’s still fresh in me mem-o-ry
where’s the paper, where’s the pen
must do a rough draft before I begin
oh, cuppa tea, cuppa tea, calling for  me
What’s happening on facebook? Lemme see
…………must wash up after  tea
trying to keep  the place tidy you see
Lemme see if anything’s on facebook for me!
Cuppa coffee now, cos last time I had tea
me phone just went ping – who the hell bothering me?
……… lemme see, lemme see who’s texting me

Oh, what was I was about to do? oh me mem-o-ry!
always playing tricks on me!
Washup, check facebook, tea, coffee?
now it looks like the housework’s screaming to be done
better do some  cos I’ve done none for ages,
oh whats that on the TV
That reality show is about to begin
I watch it every morn-ing
Let the fighting begin

Well, while I feel inspired I must do that poet-try
washup, check facebook, tea, coffee
What’s happening on facebook? Lemme see

easy peasy
 you see 
No procrastination for me!

Social Distancing

S oul of any mem is precious to God
O pen your eyes and see things God's way
C ovid-19 is bigger than any human being 
I ntelligence of men is tested beyond measure 
A ll of you around the world 
L earn new ways to value the soul next to you

D istance yourself from infectious behaviour
I llnesses don't move but people move it
S ocial distancing is one call we should answer 
T o help us combat the spread of Covid-19
A matures-social media entrepreneurs 
N ullify the importance of heeding GVT call
C omic material circulated by the amatures 
I mpair government call to protect its citizens
N ever allow ignorance to blind your vision 
G overnments are servants of God,obey their call.

Advocate Doctor

Hard disk,
My bisque.

Doc files,
Spread miles.

Drum Tunes,
Spiked dunes.

Surf gem,
Turf mem.

Tough chat,
Loved stat.

Pict list,
Deft mist.

Top space,
Set face.

Old Gold

Are they now here, the old golden days?
Are they still in mem, days well modeled?
A day I see now, those deeds weren’t
When what the story, I hear was starved

A day now what, a cock breaks eggs
A cock drinks York, for hen to hutch
A day now what, sputum taste delicace
What I hear is this, heartbreak no match

Plants we water to flower, even before time
What the best we make, seven a week we break
The worst out we make, even for just a make out
What I hear is this, even the wise a speck

A time for best declare, uphold old good past
An old meant for all, civilization virtue downcast
Above all don’t stare, at your world turndown
Reverse the story, borrow your past

Made For Mem

You from above your my love all love brings my everything iturly say your are  heavenly  were MADE FOR   ME

Raiz Hebraica

ALEPH,BETH,GIMEL,DALETH,HE,VAU,ZAIN,CHETH,TETH,JOD,CAPH,LAMED,MEM,NUN,SAMECH,AIN,PE,TZADDI,KOPH,RESH,SCHIN,TAU...

Beginning
House
Benefactor
Fourth
Salt
Nail
Sword
Terror
Wheel
Arm
Goblet
Incite
Water
Fecundity
Support
Eye
Breath
Fish-hook
Feast
Head,
Two,
Sign.
    18:01:05:13:10

Diminished Iambic Meter Poem - Comforting Aromas

#Diminished Iambic Meter Poetry
COMFORTING AROMAS

to find comfort in aromas, of past pleasures

intimate, personal, memories ours

human odours, sensual, warm

arousing passion, lust

lascivious grace

a wink

Antiquity

Memories

Renewed by scene

A heart carved in sapling

Mighty red oak thirty foot high

Heirloom  

Memories can be pronounced mem-o-ries or mem-ries

Cowboy Joe

Cowboy Joe

My dad Joe, often rode the circuit rodeo
He lasso'd horses from the word go
Often he'd break them for many a few
His lasso event went far, for his name's Joe

Many men tried to go faster and win before him
They all found out, they were all left out on a limb
Now Joe didn't have not one mean evil, evil streak
He rode on many long extended trips in his younger peak

And he was one of the best of the happy hunting men for game
Always brought home lots of food for us, so we could all tame
He was one of the best riding lasso of mem who was in Rodeo's Hall of fame
I'm so dang proud to have him as my gifted riding cowboy of a father

Now ya'll come on over and give us a loud caller
For we always got on a full pot of coffee or tea
Cause we all learned from our dearest parents
How to be and expect to respect strangers with 
hospitality and have extra edibles like peppermints.

05/05/2015

Perpetually Lost

Of the many roads that I have taken
the many words which I have forsaken 
Never could my passion bring 
The lonely heart from which my cistern drinks

Gloom, the comfort of my tears
Tears, the instrument of my fears
Fear, the ransom paid of daring to dream 
Dreams, the reward for all my gloomy ideals 

Come! Feel the bronzie-blood upon my sleeves 
Tilting Forcibly in  that brazen breeze
Groaning for you to release thee
Begging in silence, pleading  devotee....

          Floating,
                     Hoping, 
                                  Wandering, 
                                               Despairing 


                                                 ,Fearing
                                     ,Soothing
                          ,Exhaling
            , Calming ...


Once again, once, .... again
What more can I attain
Must I dare to say
Drifting, 
                slowly, 
                             dis-mem-ber-ed  prey


Date : 4 Feb 2016 ( Inspired by Beethovens Moonlight Sonata )

Apron Strings

When I was young,
I often clung,
to many little things.
I'd reach up high,
again retie,
my mama's apron strings.

I sometimes did,
what mom forbid,
although she'd make it clear.
Thoughts still linger.
I remember,
through each fleeting year.

Acquainted still,
her stories thrill,
with many left untold.
I can't go back,
though mem'ries track,
to years I'd rather hold.

I'm lost in thought,
it can't be caught,
despite my futile search -
mama singing,
mama bringing,
this small boy to church.

Though I was touched,
and changed so much,
through Christ, the perfect One -
I cannot stay,
time slips away,
from all that she had done.

I try to grasp,
and hands I clasp,
around those many things -
but mem-ry strands,
slip through my hands -
just like those apron strings.

I miss her so.
Emotions show.
There's moistness in my eyes.
I can't withhold,
though I am old,
my oft guilt-ridden cries.

Though sometimes sad,
I'm always glad,
whenever I think of -
my mama's cares,
my mama's prayers,
and her most precious love.

©2011 louis gander / ganderpoems.org

Ink Stained Words

ink stained words
I dropped – they fell
discarded cuz
I cudn’t spell

cudn’t get
the “I’s” and “E’s”
in proper places
to a peas

the winners of
the spelling B’s
who mem or eyes
dick shun rees

a comma coma
quest shun mark
words running on
into the dark

rhythm gone
cadence stolen
by a half-assed
semi colon

rhymes that bear lee
make the grade
spel cheque errors
on par aid

so keep yur cray ons
sharp and brite
color all the words
ewe right

flavor thim
wit spice and hues
ink stained poets
paying do’s.

//with apologies to Dr. Seuss//


John G. Lawless
8/7/2015

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