Post up your favorite POEMS :)

There once was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
She had so many kids ...

 

Roses are red, violets are SQUIRREL!

I get Broome brain when reading poetry.

 

Roses are red,
violets are blue.
I'm schizophrenic,
and so am I.

 

No

 

Aye: though we hunted high and low, And hunted everywhere, Of the three men's fate we found no trace Of any kind in any place, But a door ajar, and an untouch'd meal, And an overtoppled chair. From Flannan Isle by Gibson.

(And an obscure Dr Who reference.)

 

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Rudyard Kipling

 

Curbing is red,
Passing flags are blue.
I'd rather finish,
P1 than P2.
- Blipshift

 

Here is sit
All broken hearted
Paid to shit
But only farted

 

then i thought
i'd take a chance
tried to fart
and shit my pants

 

You storm into my world
Because you like my skin,
You never even care
That I, too, may have kin.

I’m only a young mother,
And my newborn number three,
I’m so very, very hungry,
I’ll have to leave them in the tree.

... As I scrounge for food
Along the edges of the creek,
My stomach growls, I’m not aware
As closer, and closer you sneak.

I run, run, as fast as I can,
My heart is pounding with fear,
Behind me your hounds are baying,
As they draw ever closer, too near!

I find a tree and scramble up,
I climb higher and higher,
But you just stand there smiling,
Raise your gun, take aim, and fire.

As you hold up my pelt
And brag of your hunt with pride,
In a tree nearby, alone and starved,
My three little Babies have died.

 

:up:

 

Gawd, stalking Cortez agin? You east coasters oughta loosen up!

 

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e. e. cummings

 

Roses are Red,
Violets are too.
In Soviet Russia,
Poem write YOU!!!

 

There was a time when you were proud
You looked up to me with big eyes
And I could do no wrong
There’s something inside
That’s clearly tearing both of us apart
Oh, there’s something inside

I wonder where you are tonight
And what you did with your day
Can’t find the words to say
Did you feel the sun?
Did you feel the warmness of my heart
Oh, did you feel at all?

They say if you love someone you gotta let them go
And if they return to you that’s surely how you’ll know
Oh, I can read the writing on the wall
Oh, but I can’t let go

They say if you love someone you gotta let them go
And if they return to you that’s surely how you’ll know
Oh, I can read the writing on the wall
Oh, but I can’t let go

I’m hopelessly aware
Of the good and the bad traits we share
It’s like looking at myself
And I know that at times
I could’ve handled things differently
Oh, but know my intentions were well

They say if you love someone you gotta let them go
And if they return to you that’s surely how you’ll know
Oh, I can read the writing on the wall
Oh, but I can’t let go

 

THE SECOND COMING

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

-Yeats

 

Close your eyes....And go back....
Before the Internet or the MAC,
Before semi automatics and crack,
Before SEGA or Super Nintendo...
Way back.......
I'm talkin' bout hide and go seek at dusk.
Red light, Green light.
Playing kickball & dodgeball until your porch light came on.
Mother May I?
Red Rover
Hula Hoops
Running through the sprinkler
Happy Meals
Wait......
Watchin' Saturday Morning cartoons
Fat Albert, Road Runner, Smurfs, Picture Pages, G-Force & He-Man Wonder Woman & Super Man Underoos
Playing Dukes of Hazard
Catchin' lightning bugs in a jar
Christmas morning.......
Your first day of school
Bedtime Prayers and Goodnight Kisses
Climbing trees
Getting an Ice Cream off the Ice Cream Truck
A million mosquito bites and sticky fingers
Jumpin down the steps
Jumpin on the bed
Pillow fights
Running till you were out of breath
Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt
Being tired from playin'....
Your first crush......
Rainy days at school meant playing "Heads up 7Up" in the class room
Remember that?
I'm not finished yet....
Kool-aid was the drink of summer
Totting your friends on your handle bars
Wearing your new shoes on the first day of school
Class Field Trips
When nearly everyone's mom was at home when the kids got there.
When a quarter seemed like a fair allowance, and another quarter a miracle.
When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed him or use him to carry groceries, and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it.
When your parents took you to McDonalds and you were so cool.
When being sent to the principal's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home.
I want to go back to the time when............
Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo"
Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "do over!"
"Race issue"; meant arguing about who ran the fastest.
Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in "Monopoly"
Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening.
It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends.
Being old, referred to anyone over 20.
The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was cooties.
Nobody was prettier than Mom.
Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.
It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people"rides at the amusement park.
Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true.
Abilities were discovered because of a "double-dog-dare"
Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.
The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.
Water balloons were the ultimate ultimate weapon.
Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.
If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED!!!!

 

The post above is not my poem but this one is mine.


Sands of Time

I take a stand
on forgiving sand
and the tides -- they wash away
once solid ground
beneath my feet.
The weight of my convictions
buries me.
Unable to move on
and at the mercy
of an overwhelming tide
I sink unto eternity
So I turn to face
the setting sun
To say
Goodbye...
For as today
Becomes
tomorrow,
so buried am I.

Beneath the Sands of Time. . . .

( Christian V. Smith--- August/1996)

 

Cold marble counter.
Soft fingers caressing me.
Hey, are those cupcakes?

 

Tree of green with light
Make a child's eye come to life
With hope through the night.