28/05: Romanttic Poems

God saw me hungry, he created pizza .

He saw me thirsty, he created Pepsi .

He saw me in dark, he created light .

He saw me without problems, he created YOU.

 

The rain makes all things beautiful.

The grass and flowers too.

If rain makes all things beautiful

Why doesn't it rain on you?

 

I wrote your name on sand it got washed.

I wrote your name in air, it was blown away. Then

I wrote your name on my heart & I got Heart Attack.

15/06: Poem | "I went to a party, mom"

I went to a party,
and remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom
so I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
the way you said I would,
that I didn't drink and drive,
though some friends said I should.
I made a healthy choice,
and your advice to me was right
as the party finally ended,
and the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car,
sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mom
something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,"
Mom, His voice seems far away.
My own blood's all around me,
as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
This girl is going to die."
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying high,
because he chose to drink and drive,
now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, Mom
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
tell daddy to be brave,
and when I go to heaven,
put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have taught him,
that its wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
and I'm so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me Mom,
as I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say I love you, Mom
So I love you and good-bye.

-Anonymous

14/06: Joke | Poem - Remember when....

Remember When...

A computer was something on TV
from a science fiction show of note
a window was something you hated to clean...
And ram was the cousin of a goat....

Meg was the name of my girlfriend
and gig was a job for the nights
now they all mean different things
and that really mega bytes

An application was for employment
a program was a TV show
a cursor used profanity
a keyboard was a piano

Memory was something that you lost with age
a cd was a bank account
and if you had a 3 1/2" floppy
you hoped nobody found out

Compress was something you did to the garbage
not something you did to a file
and if you unzipped anything in public
you'd be in jail for a while

Log on was adding wood to the fire
hard drive was a long trip on the road
a mouse pad was where a mouse lived
and a backup happened to your commode

Cut you did with a pocket knife
paste you did with glue
a web was a spider's home
and a virus was the flu

I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
and the memory in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
but when it happens they wish they were dead

15/05: Blessed

Blessed are the Poor in Spirit
They shall see God
Blessed are the Mediators
Solution without Rod

Blessed are the Artists
For they see the Truth
Blessed are the Authors
Bourbon not Vermouth

Blessed are those
Who search for Justice
Protecting the Poor
Knowing what must is

Blessed are the Parents
Whose children we adore
Untamed in Spirit
Never a bore
 

Blessed are the Lovers
Whose eyes are blind
Seeing each other
With vision kind

Blessed are the Grandparents
Christmas time friends
Candy and marbles
Morality bends

Blessed are the Healers
Of Body and Spirit
Holistic Medicine
Never an Irit.

By 
Anthony J. Fejfar

13/04: Poem | short of breath

enlightened wonderer
dilated pupils
i wonder
what innocence
may be
or maybe
what experiences
she may be
harboring
i cut loose
the grapple
begin to travel
as i yearn
to learn
more
or less
the usual mess
rather
the real
for real
she dances
in my head
turns
and turns
merengue hips and
salsa legs
a sultry delight
of moans
juicy lips and
emerald eyes
succulent openings
to her mind
contagious laugh and
a wide smile
dream or reality
i have fallen
for her
sweet
sweet
style

-Anonymous

10/02: Poem | She is Herself

She sits

She stares

She looks at everyone, everything, anything,

She can't help but be like everything

She is self-contained, self-restrained, self-conscious,

She is wary

She wants to let go, of her inhibitions, limitations, expectations

She wants

She needs

She fills the room, a girl among many

She whispers, why now, why me

She sees nothing in herself that she doesn't see in others

She is a part of a cohesive whole

She looks about

She wonders       

She realizes

She's an artist, a realist, a pessimist, an intellectual, a relationship seeker, a sensitive soul

She is, she can, she will be anything,

She is shaped by everything, but ruled by nothing

She is, herself

She is, herself

She, like so many, walk the earth

She, like so many, live a privileged life

She could have lived a different life

She could have been anything-a weeping willow, a souring snowflake, a daring dog, a confident cat, but

She wasn't

She is a person, a woman, an impressionable being

She lives a life of twists and turns, bends and hurdles,

She's had her hopes crushed, sprit lifted, dreams re-awaked

She feels, needs, yearns,

She is important

She is unique

She is herself.

By Remi Friedman