Short Meeker Poems
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Carrie Meeker was a sleepwalker,
Her doctor prescribed beta blocker;
The drug acted full whack
stopping her sleep and walk
Now she is a real chronic squawker.
Every singles seeker
becomes weaker and weaker
unless he believes in himself
Meeker and meeker
bleaker and bleaker
'til he puts his lures back on the shelf
Lucretia Mott
The meeker sex, she was not!
At the convention in Seneca Falls
Showed men aren't the only ones with balls!
1/26/19
For Educate Me with Humor contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Who is the seeker, who would rise
Know we’re not body-mind
Once this truth we so realise
No fears or desires bind
Discard pride and be still
Voids within in time fill
On surrendering will
Let’s become meeker
Who is the seeker
i wanna drain away into something
i wanna free the air where it goes
i wanna baffle em all an be famous
i wanna drip from a frozen lantern
i wanna trust a meeker man
i wanna powerful ache to explain this
i wanna fix the water underneath me
i wanna make it back to a place
i wanna hide out in a lobotomy
we feel bliss mists rise
flow that never dies
as heart, crown and spine
in rapture entwine
above head we risk
feeling God’s love disc
as the source of light
birthing bliss delight
void centric presence
as omnipresence
is as it is thus
aboard God’s bliss bus
there is no seeker
we become meeker
as we so reclaim
light of our soul’s flame
There lies a life after its all said and done
Known to none other than the Creator and the already gone
Might be on top of the mountain or deep in the woods
Perhaps a flow with the winds or ebbs with the seas
From above it is in store
Where time is not time anymore, neither life, life no more
Deep within hearts of men is a seeker known a soul
Meeker and always struglling to make it a glow.
My life now is at rock bottom,
Burning to the ground like Sodom,
My pride alone tore me apart,
Kept me blinded from the start.
I'm a failure and a fraud,
I'm just a poor pathetic sod,
Depression's nearer than ever,
I just have to be meeker.
All my life I thought I had wings
To get me above all pesky things,
But it was all my imagination,
As I have already jumped before realization.
One fine day Abraham
Wanted to send a candygram
All the way to Amsterdam
Sweets ad nauseam
Weighed by kilogram
All he could cram
In a huge box stamped with a monogram
This is the price said Ma’am
What’s wrong need a diagram
Abraham was in a jam
Had no cash felt like a ham
Meeker than a lamb
Thought he better scram
Postpone the candygram
Bad credit is debit card’s anagram
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020