Short Here There And Everywhere Poems
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Despair Everywhere to Share
What we did find was much despair;
Existed here, there and everywhere;
Existing,
And persisting;
Always available so we could share.
Jim Horn
Find (1)
As air (2)
Round the earth (3)
Here there,and everywhere (4)
As long as i could, (5)
Tried to find my lost love (6)
Form:
And when the time had come
Back to the earth from which she came
Comforted by her love
Death doesn't seem so grave
Even though she is not here
Follow the sound of the ocean
God is with her .......
Here, there and everywhere
God With Someone
When God with someone your will share;
You do become free from sin and despair,
And meet a need;
With His food feed;
Communicate with Him in each prayer.
Jim Horn
God is near, here, there and everywhere.
As I watch you sleeping there,
seventy years of living etched into your silvery-gray hair,
I feel my love for you as deeply and as much
as I did that night when you first let me touch
your exquisite beauty, here, there, and everywhere.
travel the distance
in your heart
to feel the time
as your fingers comb her hair
touch the moment
a new place at a time
called experiences
and shared like the last pear
breathe in the journey
short and sweet
love her then and now
here, there, and everywhere
I glance.... your in a trance
I glare, you stare
and then your not there
Im here.... waiting....
not waiting..
..just being.
Im now here, there and everywhere
..content being
then your here and Im there and your....
waiting..
Impatiently..
Its gone, the moments gone.
I have no beef with your God
(unless it's The Golden Calf)
who they may say
works in mysterious ways
but I take umbrage at those who claim
to speak on his or her behalf
and here's a laugh
'No graven image' was handed down
yet they're here there and everywhere
all over town
Small snowflakes sift
Through the cold air
Like ounces of sugar
Swirling everywhere
Wind seems to play around
With the flakes in designs
All the way to the ground
Depending on strength it gets
It may decide to leave drifts
Here, there and everywhere
As the magical movement shifts
Heidi Sands
1/29/22
FRAGMENTS 4
Even chaos and noise
Seem insignificant yet
In vain attempts to dilute
The oomph and fest of jest
As humour transcends
All things grim and caustic
And the world rolls laughing
In self-consuming ecstasy
Here, there and everywhere
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 October 2019
Singapore
JUSTICE
Justice is for some but not for everyone
Unfortunately, the right thing is not always done
Some people are not treated very fair
There are injustices here, there, and everywhere
I don’t know why we sometimes get it wrong
Can’t we just all agree to get along?
Eventually I hope we can all sing the same song.
Wherever I may hop
and plop them down
in summer my hind feet
are a shade of brown
yet in winter white
which leave large footprints
each and every night
but then by day
I'll have you know
they give the game away
as is my inborn habit
here there and everywhere
for at best I'm less a rabbit
more a snowshoe hare
My eyes are sore,
Bleary and tearful,
Not from any ailment,
Physical,
But from the mere fact,
That they have been seeing,
What they should not have,
A lot of bad, ugly and unjust,
And more of it,
Day in and day out,
Here, there and everywhere,
I am exhausted,
And do not want to see,
I would prefer,
To shut eyes down,
And remain blind.
Kill Kill Kill--
No hammer and anvil, no ax and chisel
Just a shuffle of feet... back and forth, back and forth.
Too tall for the ground, too green for its roots--
Just a wave of a wand and sweat on the brow,
Spraying Fate here there and everywhere.
No big job...
Just a slow shuffle of feet...
Back and forth, back and forth
6/27/'13
You are here, there and everywhere,
You know what's on my mind
You hear my voice, my genuine plea,
Your Promise,
So Divine,
You know my misfortunes,
My weary will,
Your advice:
Please be still,
Your road is rough,
Still be tough,
You are going to win,
Your comforting words soothed my mind
Peace of mind I did find,
You made me what I am today
YOU ARE,
YOU ARE,
YOU ARE
Things, things, things
And more things, things
Made of glossy metals,
Faux wood, faux stone, faux plastics
And other faux
Some with real labels
Designed by faux gods
Purchased here, there and everywhere
On sale
Stack them in your closets, your cabinets
And your attic
In their original boxes
With their original tags
Never to be taken out
Except faux the estate sale
Warm winds tangoed with the cottonwood trees,
And butterflies were swirling on the breeze,
Here there and everywhere, on strange journeys,
The meadows full of color, and sweet memories!
The golden summer seemed to pause in appreciation,
As the dance with breezy blooms caused sensation.
They soon twirled over my head in joyous rotation,
Later yielding again, to exotic bloom temptation!
Hair! Hair! Here, there and everywhere!
Its on my lap, on the bed and my favorite chair!
I've even found it on the comb when I arrange my hair!
But, my inscrutable cat, ol' Jeff, doesn't seem to care!
Even though the house with gobs of hair is riven,
When he purrs and cuddles with me all is forgiven!
Hair! Hair! Here, there and everywhere,
But Jeff is my loyal buddy and I don't care!
Martha, my dear,
I’m a loser. Everybody’s trying to be my baby. Help! Every little thing, in
my life, tomorrow never knows. Tell me what you see. Don’t pass me by. It’s all
too much. All you need is love. I want you. Come together, let it be. Oh! Darling,
Here comes the sun. I want to tell you, here, there and everywhere, if I needed
someone, I need you.
From me to you,
Mr Moonlight
(All Beatles Titles)
Form:
Rushing here, there and everywhere,
A mind that leaps canyons and space
Ricocheting, bouncing on rock walls,
Dislocation with turbulent pace.
Scuffing up dust and then zinging,
Off at wild tangents or angles,
Darting, exploding like fireworks,
Neurological barbed wire tangles.
And sometimes, sometimes crave tearing
At the flesh beneath tingling skin,
To rip this man-suit off the mainframe
And extinguish the chaos within.
I see sexual abandon,
I see a mother preganant by me in reality or dream,
I see people making a lot of money from me,
I see people crying every where,
I see enemies trying to defeat me by cunning,
I see towers of babylon trying to control me with search beams,
I see the future change slightly every day,
And in my mind is a friend saying don't fall for another day,
I am far off and here,
Here there and everywhere,
And it hurts.
Form:
Paris in the spring time,
As the world comes to life,
I'd be on someone else's dime,
Fall in love and forget my strife.
Los Angeles for the glamour,
I'd mingle with the stars,
I'd watch the paparazzi clamour,
To get the scoop in high end bars.
Fiji for sand, sea and sun,
I'd laze on the beach,
The nights would be fun,
My worries out of reach.
In Rio de Janeiro, I would dance,
In Rome and Venice, I'd find romance.
March 2017
Isn't it everyday may come a surprise?
For one may never know what
Forget the past and awful pride
Instead, aim for happiness as a prize
Here there and everywhere
Somehow, it ca be anywhere
Start searching; finding it within
As any feeling felt grows like a bean
Spring out love and kindness
Avoiding material things in madness
Sticking to life's simplicity and lightness
Embracing it, nothing but truthfulness
by
olive_eloi
03/13/2014
12:58am
This Christmas
So it is Christmas, an unusual one;
it will surely pass by and be gone.
This unusual Christmas is in disarray
that I feel like a kid asking Santa my way
to visit and see me to ride in his sleigh
so Rudolph can take me up, up and away.
Oh, what fun it would be to be up there
jingle my way, here, there and everywhere.
12/24/20 Tania Kitchin
Christmas Rhyme Only 8 - 12 Lines Premium
Prize Poetry
Little
bright, yellow heads
despised not for beauty.
That are here, there and everywhere
I tread.
Gently,
tentatively
in your meadowy home
amidst copious genera
alone.
Myself
but not really
alone. Strolling along
accompanied by my friends at
my feet.
Brushing
jagged edged leaves-
like baby lions teeth.
So aptly named dent de lion
Lead on!
Yellow
companions. The
time is nearly late. Your
feathered, cottony heads show a
little.