Short Reviewing Poems
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Reviewing the Scriptures of old
God knew what should not be foretold
But we must confess
Mankind could care less
We want to know who gets the gold
Reviewing the clippings of his mountain climbs
like watching a flick solo for the umpteenth time
The longer he lingered, the tireder he grew
~ not much fun without the rest of the crew
Reviewing and Ensuing
Here is what we need to start doing
With all the problems we are ensuing,
When we may be in a big bind,
Start reviewing what is on our mind
Change way we look and are viewing.
Jim Horn
Have you heard of Bev Smith quite new to the Soup
When reviewing my poetry she's always so cute
Quick with the praise
Sets my heart all ablaze
Dear Bev always makes me as happy as poop!
© Jack Ellison 2015
"The Expected"
The writing was on the wall
the eraser like a sparkler
annihilated every naysayer
words not required
for such a blind date
He da main player
records kept
for reviewing later
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
O the spring!
What a beautiful story
In the vassal forests,
In the black eyes
From Lucille, from Camille,
What a beautiful story
On the trails
From Montana, ,
O the spring!
Could I love
Susan or Marion?
What a beautiful story
About reviewing
Flower the primroses.
the human entity that feels
employs body as a springboard
in bondage to gender and tendencies
looking outwards then reviewing inwards
the pulse of duality from fulcrum of oneness
celebrating even delusion made possible by form
thus both captive and free
03-December-2022
With the soul of our country in crisis
there is a truth we must behold…
A truth just as important for the young to remember
as it is the old:
Evil will always be evil…
when history is reviewing it!
Evil will always be evil…
no matter who…
or how many people
are doing it.
Past Is A Teacher
Miracle Man
1/5/2025
In reviewing our past life,
which we cannot rearrange.
Let it become our instructor,
on habits we must change.
Our past can be a good instructor,
“It’s been there, done that.”,
By ignoring its teachings,
more of what’s past is begat.
Warm
sincere
are the hearts
of my friends.
Reviewing my poems
critisizing with love.
Congratulating me
when I do well.
Come on
you can do it.
echo in my head.
A wonderful group
I truly cherish.
Glad to be here
happy to share
more than blessed to have.
Thank you
my poertrsoup
friends.
Return to a past
what changes to make,
things I have done
or places I've been.
Who should I be
a better version of me?
Reviewing life's travels
and what's come to pass,
would you change any aspect
of the person you see?
Who I am in the present
no changing my tracks,
like the mirrors reflection
just a future look back.
Recapitulating in a paper
A year that is ending soon
Reviewing with a clear mind
Top priorities for the 2017
Leaving behind negativity
Search for a new outlook
Planning for the future
Tasting the flavor of life
Understanding that nothing
Happens without a reason
A lesson or a blessing
Evoke a new you
December 18, 2016
Closing my eyes
Feeling the moment
Listening
No thoughts distracting me
Surrendering
Setting my heart free
Reviewing, learning, growing
Releasing the blame and guilt, I harbour
Releasing the things, I once thought I could change
Recognising good or bad
Right or wrong
A sinner I am not!
My mistakes, my greatest blessings
Living my life
Being human
When things seem dark, down, dreary
all you feel is oh so weary.
When all seems bleak, you're about to break,
thoughts are so very deep.
Raining, blowing all over the place
boundless thoughts are streaming
in a seeming embracing race.
The firestorm calms eventually,
dreaming, reviewing, ebbing,
calming; self-love returning.
dlbohner
Pause before action and after action pause,
reviewing first the play of cause and effect,
double checking whether it obeys love’s laws,
doing at all times, as conscience does direct
and if this be our practice, in time heart thaws,
erasing from our soul, vibrations suspect.
Thus with an open heart and an unclenched fist,
invoking grace, we’re by Divine Mother kissed.
December 5th 2020
By: Miracle Man
Today,
I sit, drowning in memories of elapsed time.
Time spent in other places,
reviewing vague and unnamed faces.
Remembering times when I was all about doing
and I allotted little time for dreaming.
Then, all was forward looking, as I had little past,
Long before the golden (rust) years had cast their net,
but I digress, reality is now.
Tom
At times we all experience days overcast,
but from beyond many clouds some good often comes.
Perhaps recalling things deep entombed in our past,
is what's causing our day to seem filled with the glums.
Let reviewing past actions become your teacher,
we must learn from our past mistakes and then move on.
Mistakes are common but can’t be the main feature,
after a quick critique file them under bygone.
You flounce
as if you were an ostrich fan
all fluffed up on the page
waving at posterity.
I nibble at your chicken livers,
occasionally
swing from your bell-ringing images
that dare to delight me,
but you peck at words too much
and those long pauses
when you take a bow
are tedious.
Sorry to see that you are dead,
when you were alive
reviewing your work
was a lot easier,
now I have to praise you
just to show I care.
When we slip by tongue or doing
The tape of those moments revealing
Stand firm reviewing
Both growth and grade equals blossoming.
When we pray and prayers seem fruitless
The whole world soaked in chaos
The meek and humble seem as weightless
Hold on, look within mind's crevices.
When life at home craves revival
The head as lighthouse growing dim
One cord plus two streams upward
One and only One light beams us hope.
*
At least the canoers are gone
And the old couple of duck feeders
The geese are reviewing the V formation
Young’uns still practicing take offs and landings
Swans are still strutting about the pond
The coyotes are calling audibles at dusk
Turtles quietly sequestering themselves
Dusk is quieter now
The hum of insect wings silenced
No bullfrog echoes ripple the pond
The sting of November lurks in the woods
An old Muskrat sighs
Silence is the protective barrier of thoughtful consideration.
Reviewing, deducing, and choosing thoughts to turn into verbal interaction .
Inevitably impacting ones’ life’s direction
Churning wisdom, perspective, hindsight and discretion;
once silence turns to sound;
A choice has been made,
A sound has been found .
Directional foundation laid
Course chosen, path paved :
Silence is the predecessor of ones
verbal human communication .
Ego
Can one compose I, Me, Mine and Myself?
Are you unpretentious hanging on to your
Ego?
Dualistic personalities is it the beast? A seeker
of pure pleasures? Guilty until proven innocent
Amongst your peers.
Digging in the dirt is it the devil inside ?
Animal instincts reviewing the situation at hand
Sends chills up and down one's spine.
Complexities of the human personalities conflicts
between the I'd, Ego and Super egos
I wonder if I’m the only one
who smells the fetidness
of dead daylilies,
carrion that lies concealed
off the beaten path.
Could it be my preoccupation with death lately?
Reviewing my will, perusing my prepaid
funeral expenses and life insurance,
that have acutely enhanced
my sense of smell for the morbidities
of death.
It’s not a pleasant state of mind
to live with and act unconcerned
concerning the inevitable conqueror worm.