Most Commented Prose Poems (416)

I LOVE YOU TWICE......... I LOVE YOU TWICE
TOLD........ TOLD
THIS IS HOW THIS........ THIS IS HOW THIS
TALE UNFOLDS........ TALE UNFOLDS
THIS IS TRUTH........ THIS IS TRUTH
IT AIN'T NO FAKE........ IT AIN'T NO FAKE
HERE'S TWO IN ONE........ HERE'S TWO IN ONE
IN A DOUBLE TAKE~........ IN A DOUBLE TAKE~

A couple of chickens
on old Browns farm
found a bag of pills
which caused some alarm

There were blue pills, and
red pills and green ones
galore

These clucking cluckers
gobbled til four

Wasen't long til the cows
and the horses joined in,
all staggering and laughing
in the old pig pen

Those crazy cluckers had
plucked themselves clean

A feather fest they had
in this barnyard scream

Old farmer Brown broke out
in rash when he discovered
the cluckers had gobbled
his stash

Those clean plucked cluckers
were picking and pecking
Wild eyed and wacked out did
they all go stepping

These freaked out featherless
friends of the coup

Is why we all stand in line
for farmer Browns soup~

What is Poetry ? It is a projection of the mind that
is created on paper in many forms and types we
may not know of yet. The poem form is like music
and mathematics, it has similar overtones as it works
by formula, a poem can be a great work like that
of William Shakespeare or simply written by either
you or I, it comes in many forms in a story, lyric
narrative and sometimes completely unknown.
It is how we conceive it, we are all capable of such
literature, everything we write is a form of poetry,
When a poem is written our critics sometimes say
'That is not a poem', how can we really say that as
it is up to the writer to decide, what is not a poem
may still qualify as a poem in one form or another,
the answer to this riddle is it is different to the rest
of poetry as we all know it, we all need to accept it
as we cannot discriminate against it.

Sit down on the couch
My love
I've got something
To say
We've been together
For ten years now
But I must go
Away
I don't mean to
Hurt you
But I just can't
Stay
I packed my bag
Last night and I
Know things won't
Be the same
But in an hour or
Two I must catch
The train
I saw in your eyes
That something
Was a miss
Blame it on me for
Your tears I
Never kissed
You've been a good
Women to me
Perhaps the best
There ever was
But my heart has
Found another in
Everything she does
So I'll leave the key
And shut the door
I'll drive away and
Say nothing more
I know your tears
Will fall down
Your face
And you'll sweep the
Floors of this
Lonely place
But my heart has
Vanished in the
Wind
God forgive me
Of this sin

Cafe

Just as I ponder on my thoughts
I feel uneasy to comprehend
For life itself is a struggle
People say only the fittest will survive
Am I one of the fittest?
Have I been the cause for someone or something to lose the chance
To survive in this world
To sustain myself?

Just thinking of it makes
My bowels turn n churn
Oh I feel so uneasy
It's really difficult to comprehend
As life means all things
Great and small, birds and fish
Fowls and bulls and goats
Oh the list goes on and on.

For a relationship to last without losing its glow,
as far as I feel and, late in this life, I know ...
I need to connect intellectually, emotionally, and spiritually
so we grow in the same direction ... at a same pace ...
and thrive with mutual happiness and compatibility ...

Those connections are the glue
to keep you from growing apart...
which if it happens later on in life,
will once again break your heart ...

Attraction is the spark
but the connect is what will survive through the potholes in the dark ...
and everything else that will challenge that bond
through time & circumstance
if the foundation is weak enough to give it a chance ...

And so that's why we can't settle for second best ,
no matter our resolve may often be put to the test ...
Best to pursue that which has the makings to last,
than settle for one with mere momentary sparkle
but will fall short when it comes to that hurdle ...

The magnet is a wonderful thing, as it is
made from iron extracted from the ground
becoming a magnet from it's magnetic
properties from the Earth, being buried over
centuries it has become vital to man.
with the abilities to attract metal and also
repell metal with a different polarity, as
like poles repell and unlike poles will attract
this amazing piece of iron can be used in
various products: generators, motors and
may even be the solution to anti-gravity
and propulsion of space vehicles that could
travel to distant planets and beyond, back
in earlier times people believed the magnet
may be a creation of the Devil, as being a
material capable of pointing North, a form of
scourcery or even witchcraft, where in actual
fact it was science, used in the creation of the
compass, something that every boy scout
would use in camping, and many uses today.

I plead, ' Not guilty your honor cause
I was crazy when I shot that man..'
It was he who stole my rubber duck,
and I had to make my stand
My mommy gave me that rubber duck
and daddy sold me the gun
A security check was never needed cause
I'm just a loving son
The hospital said, ' the medication would
work, and that I'd probably do just fine
Funny how the laws these days were
written for the blind
O well, ' I guess I'll just stroll on home ,
no need to fear this man
Unless they mess with my rubber duck
Then I'd do it all again.

I am struggling
With the pace of life
Never far removed
From toil and strife
The hours drawing near
Life drifting so afar
All the time wondering
Who the hell we are
Is life really progress
When we have no time
Under so much stress
Travelling down
The highway so sublime
Ever careful to observe
To whom we must serve
‘Till suddenly at once
We have to swerve
Just to survive

Being Irish in America

What’s it like being in America
When your heritage is Irish
This country’s a poor replica
Of the far off land you cherish
Grandfather arrived here at eleven
Sorely missing his land of heaven
His parents clung to Irish ways
Living them out all of their days
To keep from deep depression
And their aching hearts to lessen
They needed their Irish expression

Its ironic this experience in the land of many
How each generation tells the stories of old
Filled with rainbows and gold, lovingly told
Oh the stories I heard of Ireland were plenty
So us children growing up would be aware
And we’d agree to live here with utmost care

“We may be in America, but no one’s going native”
Resonated through my life like a battle cry
However, my Father dutifully handed it down
There was no “why Dad?”, you just comply
Or, little lassie you’ll be wearing a frown
To lay all this on us in a land we conquered
Certainly did form me, giving much to ponder
Like making sure I had the “the gift of gab”
So no one could ever call me drab
That was a good one, yup
Now I can barely shut up!

Thank you Grandfather, Father and Mother
For helping me feel like a complete alien here
Sprinkling love with just the right amount of fear
As if the Irish didn’t have enough superstitions
Like the Moon, wee leprechauns and the Devil
That I really never understood on a spiritual level
Irish superstitions, don’t you think, can be overdone

Like “lucky” four leaf clovers, “I’m looking over”
That darn little four leaf was surely my good luck
And as I feverishly looked for that fleeting clover
You know the four leafs I could never find or pluck
Spending literally hours trying to find in the yard
I would think about the Irish stories really hard
Letting them sink in, God forbid I would run amok
I’m naming a few superstitions that stuck like glue,
As you laughed with glee because I believed you!

You just live your life in the Celtic way
From your Irish roots you never stray
Your Grandfather was a mighty Irishman
In this new country he had a fierce plan
To live as if he never ever left his Ireland home
I’m sure he never sang “where the buffalo roam”

Grandfather, I think that was just a little crazy
Very emotional, traditional and a bit lazy
‘Cause now your granddaughter is losing her grip
And needs to catch the next space ship!