Last Commented Allegory Poems (898)

From that tiny seed we all grow,
to become who we are meant to be,
some of us to always remain in the hedgerow,
while others stand out like a tree,

whilst young in bloom we look to shine,
growing fruits to beckon the new,
bringing pestilence from time to time,
but roots within make us strong, to give us lifes view,

Within your sap you grow to your tune,
looking for that love to entwine,
even though your thoughts look to the stars and the moon,
snap, goes another branch as the water turns to brine,

You replenish your strength and grow some more,
for across the meadow is the one who may be,
your roots and feelings stretch to adore,
someone else has cut the path, making it difficult to see,

For another seed has become a tree,
standing in front and blocking your view,
all proud and resplendent they may be,
but lowly as you may think you are, your roots are very true,

The tree all proud and glowing,
your own leaves are glistening with growth anew,
and now the harsh winds are snowing,
you dig deep to keep your heart in view,

Lightening strikes and thunder rolls,
your hedgerow cushioned by the family of you,
bitter frost and howling winds take its toll,
and sadly that big grown tree is no longer in view,

Crushed and broken for its own need to shine and glow,
quietly your flower blooms and stretches for someone new,
for roots and depth is what we need, never to be shallow,
for you know your sap and roots will always be true.

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

How very callous you make me feel
Like being caught alive amongst the dead
In a soulless pile of inhumanity
Unreactive to life around us
How dull each day awakes
To feelings that make me numb
So color-blind to life’s beauty
Impassive to a creative mind
Like skin that’s turned to stone
Rocky and jaded hard
Listen like a tin-eared robot
A squelch almost inhumane
Hear a voice that says,
“You’re call is important to us.
Please hang on and a representative
Will be with you shortly”

Buck was a tough man
very fast with his gun
always just one step
ahead of the law

He rode from town to town
never staying all that long
because as soon as word got out
the young gunslingers would come

Now Buck was not a man
to go looking for trouble
but it seemed that some how
it was his middle name

Really all he wanted to do
was marry his sweetheart
and raise a fine family
to live peacefully with them

He had a small hideaway
high up in the Rockies
a simple log cabin
where he could hole up

Not the place to take a bride
far too isolated and bare
talking to Betty he asked her
to purchase some land

Make it down in lush valley
he told her, we can raise cattle
a few horses to start a herd
maybe some hens and geese for eggs

Betty found a prime piece of land
with a cool bubbling spring
trees to shelter and give shade
sweet green grass to feed them all

Buck and Betty got married at last
soon built a fine house and barn
with a corral and stables
yet all too soon their bliss shattered

Young gunslingers heard where he was
dropping by to chance their luck
ending up in wooden coffins
because Buck was real fast

Until one day the townspeople
rode out to see Buck
they wanted him to be their sheriff
to protect them from the bandits

Buck agreed to wear the badge
and rid the town of the bad guys
each day he patrolled the territory
many baddies he lay to rest

Yet he felt he had no real peace
that his life was on borrowed time
he wanted to live his life quietly
tending to family and his ranch

This seemed a wistful thought
as still yet more gunslingers came
one day he knew he'd meet a faster gun
and end his life face down in dirt

One day while build a nursery he got
Betty to chop while he held the logs
well Betty missed and got his fingers
cutting them clean off only stumps left

It was his gun hand that was hurt
soon the word went around
the young guns stopped coming
no sport for them now

Buck finally got his dream
and lived to a ripe old age
siring five fine children
and many grandchildren

Against all the odds
he died quietly in bed
his last words to Betty were
"That was the best miss you ever made"

With roots within my heart didst grow
a tree that touched the sky
and planted in its sapphire arch
the dream that never dies.
There dawning in the afterglow
the love that filled your eyes
came raining down
in another world
and fetched me to your side.

Sad hollow the heart
of the child who scaled
those boughs to come to Thee,
who shouted to Thee
from its utter twigs
abandoned misery.
And thereby made she
all she loved and loathed
by naming didst she see
and came at last thereby to learn
we make our own reality.

Now sings this heart
chastened by that climb
and brought forever to your side
to build the worlds
love dares to share
with those who Will in love abide,
to light your eyes
and fill your heart
I am at last The Fiddler’s Bride.

If you could see you would not need your eyes just your mind if you could see you could look at the world with in with out touching feeling the earth sand and falling snow words that break like ice and touch the very soul if you could see the dreams that come and go are only reflections of the past and future if you could see laughing and crying are one in the same no one get hurt and there is no one to blame if you could see

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

The tool is his hand a chance to extradite the creativity of his mind the apprentice the master proportion of the original copy of HIS < design free handedly with every stroke of the brush the colors blend and reflect with the light the feeling of completion work left undone skills pass down from father to son the artiest work is never done..

Back and forth here we go again with or against the wind spinning Through the cycle of live some will laugh some will cry some will live some will die some that sit and wonder why back and forth again wasted time greedy lies spinning work ethics of a cyst pool of sin set to repeat it self back and forth over and over again.

what do you think you know maybe it's the essentails of the worlds views he said it so it must be so well how do you fix NOT FINISHED GOD HELP ME I SCREW THIS ONE UP HAHAHA