Life was not at all “nice” to them
it did not treat them fairly
and if you asked how they survived
they'd answer you with “barely”
And though it seems against the odds
and quite a contradiction
they broke away from abuse and pain
and tragedy's predictions
The nicest people I ever met
were ones who had to learn it-
for they were never given love
but told they had to “earn it”
'Though cruelly shamed, scorned and spurned
and beaten into the ground
they rose and bloomed, and grew into
the loveliest things around
Perhaps those terrible feelings they felt
gave them special empathy
for now they comfort others in pain
a beautiful sight to see
The ones who once were “helpless”
afflicted and oppressed
are now the counselors, healers, friends
who help the very best!
M-arch fourteenth Tuesday
A-ims to warm your heart;
R-ise of the sun begins,
J-ust let the shadows depart.
I-t's a beautiful morn,
S-tarting to meet the dawn;
I-nclement clime turns fine,
D-usk is brought to oblivion.
R-aindrops have vanished into the dark, gray, and blue;
O-pen your heart and mind to the nicest thing to do.
Nicest People I Ever Met
While building house idea they came across
After builder talked to wife who is his boss
Was down path by her he really being lead
Make a house that looks like gingerbread.
Seemed like brilliant idea which was enticing
They would even decorate it with white icing
And then they had looked all over the place
Everywhere people would find a funny face.
The would never pull tactic meant to smear
Out in front put figurines looking like deer
With a birdbath clearly meant to be seen
In spring pretty soon when it will turn green.
When people drove past, they will go slow
Super eye appeal of house will start to show
Perfect example to follow and standard set
And in it lived nicest people I ever have met.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet Extraordinaire
Beyond Compare and of my poem be
sure to take care.
Oh, and be sure to take my humor lightly,
Even though much of it may be unsightly.
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ISIS not the Nicest
What can be worse than evil unless it is the devil
He who causes heads to lie on an anvil
Or be completely cut off in mid-air;
About any of this, what could possibly be fair?
Life laid aside by being so brutally struck
Whose whole life was now out of luck
So said and will we ever know why
By hands of a beast, he would have to die.
Now an American died who was mis-placed
His problems at home could not be faced;
How much longer will all of this last
Until it finally becomes part of the past.
Oh, sweet friend your comments
are always encouraging;
I can hear your delightful words
filled with genuineness
and admiration!
As one of my favorite poets,
I admire and praise your work
and its uniqueness of style
that makes you stand out
and brilliantly shine!
My thanks to you, dear PD
for taking your invaluable time
and comment on my poetry;
here's a wish for continued success:
I hope you'll keep your pen flowing
and marvel me some more!
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 5/25/ 2013
He has nothing left
The "needers"? took and banked all--
Nicest man around