Most Commented Allegory Poems (898)

How does one praise the glories
of life?
What gifts could I bring to the
alter of understanding?
Though my years are many am I still
not childlike in my quest for wisdom?
O yes, I remember my days well upon
this earth
As a child I played in a sandbox as have
multitudes and never gave a thought to
the majesty of the heavens
But my eyes were clear and blue and my
mothers milk was the ocean of life
I knew nothing of bullets and of fire
and war
I only knew myself and the unspoken truth
of divine knowledge came in a warm blanket
wrapped around my tender frame
But the days would come when the sting
of some hellish intruder would produce
a thorn in my heart
My toys I must set aside for a new knowledge
of bruises that would not heal
Thorns whose blood born in a river of hate
must give me pause to think
Infant eyes that saw only cotton candy and
christmas trees were now reading the words
of the old philosophers
But I wanna go home to the warm
Wanna fall into heavens sleep
For I have not found all that the
mind had promised
I have observed the mathematicians with
their slide rules and pencils and yet
their equations though ever so precise
had left their hearts cold and behold they
had lost their home in the midst of some
souless spirit of life
Then knowledge was just another one of my
broken toys and did I not fair just as well
when in my pristine ignorance I swung starry
eyed on my swing sucking my thumb?
I wanna go home where life is life and I
don't have to think anymore
I wanna know without knowing
That is the world of true love
Away with knowledge..

I don't know..
I wanna write about
Foggy days and ice cream
Sandwiches
I wanna write about the days
When I really laughed out loud
And the magic of funny was
Really funny
I wanna write..
There is a message in there
Somewhere
Somewhere..there is a me
Who knows what we are
Suppose to know?
Who sees what we are suppose
To see?
I don't know
I don't know
But we could go fishing and
drink the colors of life that
Flow from a stream
I have everything I need
Because I have seen you through
The eyes of my heart
Is that not enough?
Should I ask for more?
I don't know
I don't know.

to a five penny piece
I shrunk to the size
as life made me hard
in the head and the eyes

so press ganged was I
on a leathery ship
that lived in a pocket
on the side of her hip

and life wasn't easy
and life wasn't hard
it was tough to bed down
'neath a sharp credit card

I dated a quarter
but often she snoozed
we'd laugh at the condom
that never got used

a religious medal
and I became mates
and we sung drunken songs
in between great debates

she'd spill us at parties
she'd drop us in cars
she'd hide us in restaurants
she'd lose us in bars

I fought with the euro
but rarely it budged
her lipstick was messy
and often got smudged

when the end came
it was ruthless and clean
that's how I got here..
in this vending machine

Words are formed as we all know
from letters pure and simple
each letter changing the meaning
such as each ,beach, teach, search

Just the one letter changes all
words relate so differently
when used in sentence form
each going their own way.

The end results are so unalike
we poets start with a blank page
then weave the fabric of our words
That all may behold in their glory.

Or, even in dismal failure
words, yes words say it all
telling our tale in prose or rhyme -
I love the simple power of words!

The musics insistent beat
flows through the night air
filling my heart up with joy
setting my feet tap tapping

The drummer sets the beat
the guitars keeping in time
hauntingly the notes soar out
the world for a moment paused

Listening, uplifted , knowing
history is being made tonight
as the fiddler sweeps his bow
across the strings creating magic

As the last notes fade away
the audience goes totally wild
encore by the dozen they want
so on the music soars and flows

In regions of nebulous hues I
store old thoughts with worn
out shoes..
Somewhere within, without, and
around the world, a thought is
captured to be later unfurled..
It is not for me to judge the time
It lies with you to seek the sign
I bend the light of human reason
The roses of your heart will reflect
the season
I'm only a messenger..perhaps one
of a kind..
Voices and violins from the back side
of my mind-

What would you leave behind
If you could only choose three things?
would it be gold, jewellery or some such like?
or some of the more mundane things.

Image that you will be on an isolated island
what three things would serve you best?
would it be clothes, cooking utensils and bedding?
all of the above could be of great use.

For me I would take my dogs, large piece of canvas
and lastly I would take music, that I could not do without
my dogs for company and to hunt for the table
the canvas would help fashion a shelter for us all.

The rest would come with time and hard work
the sea would supply a great variety of food
rich soil to till and grow crops of wheat and corn
fruit trees to gather plums, oranges and mangoes

Plenty of wood to gather for fires to cook on
I would dig a pit and place rocks in there
with a nice flat stone to seal it, let it burn down
and hey presto you have an oven in which to bake

Sit back and relax with some coconut wine
until the food is ready, tuck in and enjoy
the fruits of your labour as you enjoy some music
and watch the sunset as dusk falls

So when you stop and think on what to take
just remember that nature supplies us
with most of what we need, think deep and hard
before you decide trappings of life versus nature

written 09/20/2013

I have had some feedback that maybe some of you do not want to be scored
now is the time to tell me if that is how you feel.
After all it is just for fun and I would hate to upset anyone so tell me here if you are
for scoring
or against
and I will go with the majority
Shadow smile x

Some men can be great fun
life and soul of any party
others are kind and tender
sheltering their loved ones

They come in all shapes and sizes
the outside packaging not mattering
it is what is inside that defines a man
making him either a saint or a sinner

Men can be very controlling
wanting everything their way
jealous of any freedom
insecure in themselves

A man who is steadfast and true
shares with his partner in all
now this type of man is a keeper
so be sure not to lose him

Vain conceited handsome men
will not see what is clear
too busy checking their appearance
to notice what is going on

How ever a man comes is moot
as once the heart is involved
you may as well throw away
the rule book as it is obsolete

Now you guys may not agree
so I will also relate that
women are all of the above
with added twists and turns

You could also accept that as
Eve was made from Adam's rib
women have a definite advantage
when it comes to understanding men

To write with restriction
Is good discipline
you ask for 40 words
no subject is given
so scribe hat I don
thoughts flow as pen
touches the waiting paper
blobs are now born
a new illusion
creates a new poem