Openers Poems | Examples

eye openers

if absence make the
heart grow fonder ~ presence make
heart run better

if you take money 
from high interest banks ~ make sure
they know its a loan

a dime a dozen
are friends that back you ~ true friends  
a penny well-earned

Humpty wall sitter
Dumpty egg cracker ~ egghead
scramled hard bootleg

a penny face up
bearers Midas Touch ~ penny
face down ~ leave aground

Grandma was a Sipper

Dippers, drinkers, smokers, sippers.
There was always bottle or can-openers
Because mom was a Coca-Cola lady.
She would have a Coke daily.
Grandma was a coffee lover
of one brand or another.
Coffee made her a thinker.
Daddy was a very hard worker
And a heavy cigarette smoker.
But also, a weekend whisky drinker.
He was certainly a Camel man,
But I don't remember the whisky brand.
I watched Grandma slowly sip from her cup.
Every morning, the hot coffee picked her up.
Most often, she would sip from the saucer.
And as she sipped, it was a joy to watch her.

A River That Dried

A long line of waters
Deep in hearts of bathers
A lifeline of growth
Weep of salvation brought forth

Waters of life over a mile
Outrunning a thousand stile
Gifts of life in piles
Surmounting torments of viles

Dreams on waters slate
Streams of sages proliferate
Sun beam of neon flickers
Teeming waters on pickers

Wishers with panoramic views
Dreamer of waters purviews
Like well-wishers throwing coins over heels
Eye-openers on picker wheels

A river full of life
A river lull of strife
Outpouring a thousand mile
Outscoring a thousand smile

On this river of hope
A bigger dream to scope
A kaleidescope of scenery
Grandeur over tapestry

One day the said river dried
No one ever wondered and belied
Gold in pieces on the ground mounted
In the hearts of gold sprouted

Euphrates...
A river

Spookier Than Trick Or Treaters

The house usually held an old lady with unassuming quiet ways.
The door opened, and things came out teethy, in squeamish grays.
We were scared to approach, there were werewolves and such.
Come closer girlie! Said a Dracula who was almost too much.

I wanted the caramel apple, but I was too scared to move.
The entire throng of door openers began to dance and groove.
There were ghouls and ghosts, goblins, creatures out of sight.
I was terrified into silence on this bleak Halloween night.

Just August

*Image of Season Openers by MailT.

JUST AUGUST

a romp through August
supine rests outstretched on sands
three-year-old farmhands
blowing bubbles after rain
a finger-read splendid book

2022 August 06
*3rd Place*
JUST AUGUST
~~Andrea Dietrich: Judged 2022 August 21

The Nature of It All

We are not what others say we are;
rather, we are what nature has made us
and nature is of the creation of God.

Enter into self and know
as does the flowing river running
to the mother source of its being:

Wisdom dwells within the self;
the mind is the workshop of the soul
and memory is its messenger.

And it is the messenger within 
that rekindles the seminal ancestral fire;
the inner fire and its flaming visions.

Know that our ancestors were of nature;
well aware that she makes no compromises;
that in the seasons of life there is no however.

We must realize that we are the gatekeepers
of blazing ancestral visions and footprints—
eye openers of what we need to blossom fully.

Enter into self and know and be 
the children of fire, water, and stone;
embodied with the genius-gift of each.

Come gatekeepers, now is the time
to fire up souls, water spirits, and stone
by stone build a community of awareness:

Never in the nature of time has freedom
been a seed to be sown and hoped to blossom;
rather, it is innate of nature:  By any means necessary.

Leaning On Light

But for those who forced darkness to take flight,
And could never by grounded thoughts abide,
But for those who fought the accustomed fright
At the new thunders rebel minds confide,
Fossil dreams we all would still inhabit,
In the muddied bogs of yore gladly flail.
Dead creeds’ taxidermy doth inhibit
Fresh breaths of reason on intellect’s sail.
Who met decreed answers with questions’ ire?
The gazers into depths and planets' glows,
The starters in gloom of curious fire,
Openers of eyes to vistas long closed. 
I bask in the bright truths they dared to glean.
Away with crutches! On their light I lean.

You Know You'Re Getting Older When

You Know You’re Getting Older When…©

The scroll bar for an online application 
takes forever to get to your year of birth

The creaks you hear are your bones
not the floor boards

Younger people take the time to hold the door 
open even without asking

Taking an escalator or elevator instead of stairs
is the only option

Switching the phone from ear to ear
doesn’t make hearing any easier

Can openers and jars become the enemy

You swear your arms are getting shorter
making tying your shoe laces a challenge

“Say again” are the most used words 
in your vocabulary

You save money on haircuts and shampoo
as there is less to work with

Grey becomes your new favorite color

Slow now feels fast

Cat naps are mandatory

The right lane on a highway becomes your domain

You need eye glasses to find your eye glasses

The remote is an extension of your hand

“Skip to the lou my darling” are 
more than words to a song

And that’s just the short list

Don’t laugh, someday you’ll be there

Andreas Simic©

Feeling So Good

You and I 
Is the past 
I am feeling so good I am riding down Alameda feeling so good down here in Baltimore MD on Home coming ( Morgan State University)
Feeling so good a two- three defense can’t stick me 
Sorry to inform you this way but I elevate myself to higher position 
I didn’t even have to consolidate my bills because everything is paid for opps did I forget I pay cash for every thing
I have that passion to please
I donate to Salvation Army and  I didn’t just donate can foods I provided can openers also.
 I am so Good and  happy Today
I Wish you was Here with me too celebrate ……
JCMT 11/17/14

The Game of Poetry

How about this for OPENERS
You STOLE my heart away
With SIGNS of love and caring
A sparkling two way PLAY

You guys are all a HIT with me
You're WINNERS every time
Raising me in the STANDINGS
Such loyal FANS of mine

Since I was just a ROOKIE poet
Had myself quite a RUN
Feel like a real VETERAN now
This GAME is so much fun

Appreciate every seven STAR rating
This poetry fits like a GLOVE
Quite a CHANGE in one short year
Above AVERAGE kind of love

So I'm gonna keep on SLUGGING
Aiming for the FENCES
Hoping to hit a poetic HOME RUN
And SCORE with all your senses


© Jack Ellison 2013

Not So Techie

Grandpa gets up to change the channels
Grandma has a rotary phone
Microwaves scare them to bits
Garage door openers
ATM machines
Self-checkout lines
Computers
Cell phones
Not!

In the Kitchen Drawer

My junk drawer
Too small for so much
Plenty of silverware
Inside it's container
Too many napkins to count
In pile and a few scattered about
Which seem to disappear 
Way too fast
A pizza cutter somewhere
Long, sharp knives
Of which most are missing
The last one used for slitting plastic
For frozen dinners
A spatula or two
An ice-cream scoop
Not used enough!
Two can openers
One of which is broken
Enough material 
For just one person!

Invisible

They wander through the streets smart;
Aleck. Baldwin wrote about inner
City. Limits to where they can . . .
Openers on the counter of soup
Kitchens. Table manners are lacking
Substance; abuse. Mothers crying,
Babies from womb to grave. Yard
By yard. Stick to being invisible.

Some

Some ride coffins
Black and slick
Completely round
The best of linen interior
For when your inbound
Four feet laid under the ground.

Some swim in tears
Blue tinted, salty, and clear
Drowning their cheers
Pain always living in it
Public with their lament
Swollen eyes become slits.

Some hide from fears
Pressure stifling abilities
Alien to feelings of tranquility
Melting into the woodworks 
Like lost tribes of gloom
Dead flowers which will never bloom.

Some are searchers
Seeking out the wretches
Desperately taking accolades 
Like bones being tossed
To rabid slobbering dogs
Selfishly wanting their own applause.

Some are procreators 
Breeders of hate
Tearing the wombs
Bleeders of hearts
Butchers of gentleness they filet
Lost souls for the ones who disobey.

Some take things farther
Openers of closed doors
Never sitting still
Builders strengthening others wills
Unselfishly bringing new beginnings
To those of the nonliving.

Some we never knew
Like aimless doves flying
Wrinkling moments in time
With upside down smiles
Painted onto canvasses
Of blank faces…

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