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A Non-Entry by a Non-Member!

For Yem … (not  a God but an Angel of God)

He carries his heart in the soles of his shoes
While his soul he wears under his hat;
All for good reason - so don’t be confused -
He can’t share all his reasons for that!

The first one, I mention, may throw you a curve
But you’ll laugh when you learn the whole truth,
He arrives on each scene with his one optic nerve
And it’s backed by that last wisdom tooth.

As for all of the rest of those, how would you know?
Questions that lurk in your mind
Just note how he mirrors the name of John Doe
But is willing to share of his time.

And I have been there, when he dons that old cap
And unlaces those worn-out old shoes,
And believe it or not I have seen his old map
And each road where he met the abused.

And just so you know, his soul is bright gold
And his heart still holds warmth from his toes,
But he’s willing to share, though he’s feeling quite old,
And you're blessed by the goodness he shows.


© 2009 Joy A. Burki-Watson

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3. What goes on in Yem's head?

Please don't be offended but I don't belong to any group but enjoy all that I find as a gypsy on this road called life.

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  • leo2
    November 7

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    Neither finding a friend nor describing him in such wonderful verse is an easy task these days. Your heart and your talent are as large as .... er.... Texas. Good luck in the contest.

    Sincerely,
    Leo Long


  • PyroMom
    November 3

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    Ever since I was one, my brother Yem has been telling me he's a God. When I'd set him afire as a kid, "Oh Flora, it hurts by God!" Always with the God routine.

    Last week I visited him up there in that gawd awful Maine and he gets mad because I torched his doghouse. What a Wimp.

    PyroMom, Yem's baby incendiary sister.


  • bigperm gold member
    November 3

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    That was really sweet...

    are we talking about the same Yem? lol
    Nice to have you enter (or non-enter). This is well metered and thoughtfully rhymed...a "JY to read.
    I slay me.


  • Sudo Nimh silver member
    November 2

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    oh this is so yem!..brilliant work, joy..and i likes the rhythm very much.
    "He carries his heart in the soles of his shoes
    While his soul he wears under his hat;"...love those lines particularly.
    i'm curious though..is there a reason for the spiderman motif?


  • catz Moderators member
    November 2

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    Why aren't you a member yet??? You already fit right in (please don't take that as an insult, though)

    Your poem is great, very amusing and sure describes our Yem to a T. You've kept it smooth flowing (sometimes not an easy thing to do when describing Yem)
    Wonderful rhyming, a very fun read

    Dee


  • Mango Memories gold member
    November 1
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    lol!


  • myriad-dark
    October 30

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    echoes of the Grigori Trilogy by Storm Constantine...

    Great stuff 'j' thoroughly enjoyed this journey through your very active & vivid imagination... Go Shemyaza! keep up the good work my ever spinning friend... 'd'(david)


  • pixiestix gold member
    October 29

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    I'm still betting someone is going to find a bag of pork rinds in his head. Mark my words. lol

    Are the mooseburgers fresh or frozen? I hope Yem isn't cooking, he'll bbq them all into hockey pucks. lol

    All joking aside, this is a wonderful poem Joy holding all the many attributes flying around in the head of our dear friend, Mr. Yem.

    Nice to see an non-entry from you. Maybe you can be an honorary member.

  • Yemassee gold member
    October 29
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    And of course I forgot to mention that I would be honored if you joined the moxie group, though I understand if you'd prefer not too.

    • waydownuponjoy
      October 29
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      ha ha ...

      I clicked on your stars and it says that is already rat
      ed with 5 stars ... and so I wonder where the mice are! jy

  • Yemassee gold member
    October 29

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    What heart? I firmly deny having one.

    "He arrives on each scene with his one optic nerve
    And it’s backed by that last wisdom tooth."

    Wisdom? What kind of fancy talkin' is that. I got me hoss smarts.

    ''Just note how he mirrors the name of John Doe''

    I am indeed a man of mystery.

    ''though he’s feeling quite old,''

    No one hs any idea how old!

    It's apparently a scary thing up there in my noggin' Someone ought to clean the thing out.

    I think I used just about every emoticon possible.



    YM

    • waydownuponjoy
      October 29

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      Your heart?

      Pumpkin face, Need you ask ... everyone can plainly see that you cleaned it all out trying to put that silly grin on your face while I am still whole inside my pumpkin, and a man of mystery is just another reason to drink another M X ie: and fire up the grill with some mooseburgers, cause I'm hungry and Pixie and I are on our way over soon.



      She'll be flying in though ... can ya pick her up at the fairy port?

      Oh, and don't forget to pick up some more cases of Moxie on the way.

      j y


  • Aesthete2000 gold member
    October 29
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    joy, what a joy to see your non-entry,
    a fantasy adventure, the gypsy following the subject,
    revealing his heart of gold! I do believe you have read
    so much Yem you are truly indoctrinated as Yemish!!!

    M-C


    • waydownuponjoy
      October 29
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      Yes indeedy! ...

      Yemish is my second language and I adore when that language he speaks rouses my mind to attention and makes me think about things that need afterthought. There's always the sillier side as well but we know the reason for that as well so we can enjoy that too! j y


  • Mirthryl
    October 29

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    A glowing tribute poem! Beautifully rhymed. Enjoyable story-telling. Outstanding "He arrives...with his one optic nerve and it's backed by that last wisdom tooth"! Great imagery and humor. Watching humanity pass by, so often it is the unremarkable in appearance that choose to live as angels.

    Insightful "willing to share of his time." We best love and lift by sharing time, whether in active service or active listening, both precious gift of self.

    • waydownuponjoy
      October 29
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      and it's a Yemish thing to do ...

      when visiting the house of Yem to reply to each comment in the comment section so there is eventually a novel to read for all who drop in for a cold Moxie and a mooseberger topped with warm cranberry sauce and a pickle. j y


  • Seawulf
    October 29
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    Wow, I like this poem. Bravo!

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