Best Alternative Poems
From childhood it was a world of two...you and I...
I leaned lightly, leisurely against your heart and you let me in.
We were five I use to draw you rose scented flowers
using an ordinary led pencil. Youth! The world was ours.
Seven! I know that was the first time I saw you blush.
I whispered a song for you so no one else would hear.
Oh when we were nine! The potato sack race. I entered with Lisa.
You gave me that look. Oh that look! And you left without a word.
At eleven years old I had my "magic wink". "A Magic Wink" you'd
say sarcastically. How it made you giggle to make fun of it.
It was at thirteen we decided to burn the gym floor with our moves.
Our first dance. You stole my breath. Emptied the room of oxygen.
Fifteen...we started running and my God we ran and ran...
our shoe prints dug into the concrete. It was then I knew. Forever.
Then suddenly at seventeen in the slip of time you left, dissapeared.
Stunned! I slept through the next two years even in the full light of day.
At nineteen I swam an endless pool but even the chlorine couldn't
clear your scent from my memory as my spirit filled out hard as steel.
Was it on my twenty first birthday you showed up? You showed up
tried to hug me hello. Silent! Cold! I turned and walked away.
Was I still twenty one when I apologized for that day. When you asked
for an explanation. I recited false words but we both knew. Hurt for hurt.
Then at twenty five we still had issues to work out. I asked you bluntly
why you cut me loose in the prime of our youth. You my first and only.
I asked the question that burned in my gut. Without words your eyes spoke.
You were still in love with me. There was only me. I your first and only.
Finally our lips met to never part again. Left to wonder why, I accept our
lives without an answer. My love was that. Why would I have let you go?
Older than old now. One last time you leave. Death makes this choice.
Alone again I remember how I never knew why once you left.
Not everything is explained or understood,
like music by a one arm man playing a violin.
I sport my blank stare. Naked is the body of life.
Mystery sings blind the song of the lark!
and I...
i think of you.
March 29 2015
Armand
Categories:
alternative, best friend, cute love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The earth is flat. We'll never die
And unicorns exist.
Olympic athletes never cheat;
Decorum won't be missed.
The sun did shine when Donald Trump
Took office; folks all bowed
Because they formed the largest yet
Inauguration crowd.
When Colbert talked of "truthiness,"
He meant it as a joke.
When lies disguise as facts, our dreams
Will all go up in smoke.
Categories:
alternative, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Sung to the melody of when I’m 64 by The Beatles
Gotta keep working an extra few years
(Not like years ago)
Governments are screwing us for every dime
I can’t afford a bottle of wine
Hip's been replaced
Yes I’m getting old
I’m too old to twerk
But I’m so needy
and my pension won’t feed me
But I’m ninety four!
Written after being inspired by ‘Stupid People’ poem by SillyBilly theKidster
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/stupid_people_900910
05~16~17
Now That I'm 64 by SillyBilly the Kidster
I gotta keep working an extra few years,
not like years before.
Government is screwing me for every dime,
I can’t afford a bottle of wine.
Hip's been replaced,
yes I’m getting old.
I Can't Work Any More,
but I'm still needy,
social security won't feed me,
now that I'm 64.
05~17~17
Categories:
alternative, age, anger, humorous, jobs,
Form:
Lyric
So you think you are like Superman
Pop a pill and you can fly
Beware of what you are really taking
To get an illegal high
The new superman pills can be fatal
They don’t give you an immediate hit
The slow release effect can be deceitful
You need to be made very aware of it
No high comes … you simply can’t wait
Beware Superman has yet to take effect
Pop another pill and seal your deathly fate
Overdosing is fatal this fact you can’t neglect
So you think you are like Superman
Pop a pill and you can fly
The tragic reality of taking these drugs
They are causing too many people to DIE
3rd January 2015
Categories:
alternative, abuse, heartbreak, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
Garish should be the undertone
so say the ones who hold the line
desiring only that mutes explain
the breadth of life beyond the pale
until the souls who dare to dream
demand expression beyond the veil
with vibrancy of color’s swatch
and actions stated to justly shock
these statements exclaimed without regard
for sensibilities in fashion’s realm
instead the giants are thrown down
by admiration of damning jests
extracting praise for substitutes
the flagrant over the sadly tamed
a mystery that gods disdain
while beauty fills the latitudes.
Categories:
alternative, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
Fear of taking risks
keeps me circling
on auto pilot
continuously going nowhere
I wonder,
if remaining in obscurity
is a better alternative
to landing on reality's runway
Categories:
alternative, life,
Form:
Free verse
Importance of the Alternative Perspective
Contortions of my sentient being
Distortions of my inclinations to dream
Proportions of truth deciphering what it all means
Abortions of opinion as things are not always as they seem
Embellishments of truth displayed on the evening news
An inelegance that’s uncouth waiting for uncivilised cues
An epiphany of untold magnitude seen in awestruck colours of light and hues
A litany of criminal activity revealed by a complex set of clues
The vibrant laughter of children free from care or thought or sorrow
The vagrant daughter of an aristocrat whose forced to beg and borrow
The fragrant spice of delicate refine that contemplated living for tomorrow
The content found on television devoid of depth and so very hollow
Renewed graces of a man given a second chance at living
Perused statements of an intellect whose ideas are always giving
Confused looks from a stern command who remains perpetually unforgiving
The innocent intentions of a naive soul who stakes his fate on wishing
An ordained priest of benevolence preaching love to his fellow man
The contained feast of eloquence as a poet reaches linguistic highs
The engrained yeast of vigilance pacing back and forward as she cries
While the deranged beast of malevolence plots an innocent souls demise
Should we contain the urge to purge our souls from all this hate ?
Or simply refrain to complain at all lest we get locked out of Heavens gate?
Can we pertain noble incline in the workings of the human mind?
Or is the most essential attribute to remain above all else to be kind?
Categories:
alternative, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Outside the classroom
Sun and cloud dapple the vale
Thrush rehearses triple phrase
The while overhead
Lark ascends in descant stream
Studies the Elysian scene
2 May 2019
Contest: Bite sized poem No.4
Categories:
alternative, nature,
Form:
Sedoka
A letter from Bristol arrived on my doorstep
I knew its contents would cause me such pain
An invitation for a routine mammogram –
My Goodness …two years have flown past again
I arrived at the breast-screening center
And sat down on a bright lime green chair
The x ray room I soon would enter
I’d have to strip off my pink underwear
The radiologist asked me some questions -
Did I have any worries about my breasts…
I replied they were droopy and sagging
And no longer pert on my chest!
The radiologist laughed at my answer
My humour really did break the ice
We discussed the detection of breast cancer
She listened and was so very nice
It was time for the dreaded deed to be done
Each breast squashed as flat as a pancake
Two images were taken of each compressed one
Good grief my boobies don’t half ache!
A few moments discomfort can detect cancer
Soon the pain was gone from my Bristol Cities
Early detection is really the answer
And in two years they will re squash my titties!
09~23~16
(Bristol Cities is cockney rhyming slang for titties)
Categories:
alternative, body, health, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Mimetic kinetic imagery
of a blossoming Aprylic Me
riding a white spring
at three o”clock in the morning,
lucid hours on a yellow line
so far in Monday”s emptiness.
He”s calling, he”s trying to imitate an owl
an Egyptian Spirit-
he”s just my poor alternative ego
alone
under my grandmother”s sweet soul
in a warm cosmic kitchen.
And now the Sun is melting this poem
and solid objects can be seen
I activate my resurrection
in this mechanic haloween.
Categories:
alternative, april, halloween, miracle, mirror,
Form:
Burlesque
Bring me reality, spare the insanity; preening and vanity
Do.! Its purpose I’d rather gather not
Twaddle and flatter; For ..!!
Really I’m open of view.’ I don’t want TV Docs
I want info that rocks’
Can I see some groundbreaking news?
Not acres of smiles, subterfuge and all wiles
I’d really like fair enough news,
It’s all panstick and slapstick and soundbites
And asterisks’ not to mention a grimness
That’s part of the brew, it seems the
Devil’s own cauldron is stirred to a fault
On the screens that are owned by a few
Do you think there might be?
Something better to see,
Have you ever thought
That there could be? an antidote to suggestion
Of gloomy dimensions, surely
It might just so be?
Not just medics with millions
With their bosses owning zillions
Who paid for their very degree?
Remember GMO in your food from Monsanto
But I guess; that’s already old
News … a week’s not a long time in your view; or maybe mine?
But in some circles, it’s a vital in-tu; intuition.. Revision in the dark
Winter tradition' ya’ know maybe it’s all doctored views?
Hey no smiling or laughing or back slapping,
Singing or dancing.
Unless you are in on the ruse.
©Joe Maverick 30-1-2022
Categories:
alternative, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Bach
flowers-
therapy
polypohonic
style
Categories:
alternative, health, music, people
Form:
Cinqku
The headland bush is paradise,
especially through the week,
there's rocks to climb; a couple of caves,
and a shaded running creek.
Ron and I have found secret spots,
where we can hide our fishing poles,
and we don't need no swimming gear,
when we swim in the fishing holes.
There are no roads for cars and such,
just tracks on the forest floors,
so we seek our destinations,
on trails made by wombat paws,
And we're lucky when it's lunchtime,
for we can sit down in some glade,
then feast on oranges and apples,
after sandwiches that Mum made.
We're loving what we're doing here;
our knowledge seems to grow and grow.
We've learnt all about conserving.
We catch a fish and let it go.
We’ve been bit by angry bull-ants,
that gave us pain to send us numb.
We rub the stings with bracken fern,
because we couldn't tell no one.
We know the names of all the birds,
and the plants and pretty flowers,
or where the sun sits in the sky,
at the finish of schooling hours.
For when we're in the headland bush,
we really only break one rule;
we're learning what we want to learn -
we're just not learning in the school.
Categories:
alternative, education,
Form:
Rhyme
Meetings, the Practical Alternative to Work
By Elton Camp
Do you want others responsibility to share
Then workers into a meeting you ensnare
What might have brought you derision
Then becomes a business group decision
Stand at the front as the meeting you start
Point with a stick as you show a flip chart
To feel important, the way that is best
Is to talk way down deep in your chest
“In my judgment” is what you must say
Not, “Well, I think it ought to be this way.”
The meeting game you should surely play
It always helps to get you through the day
You can eat donuts on the company’s dime
All while you manage to kill lots of time
Categories:
alternative, business,
Form:
Rhyme
We did it ourselves with our waste and our greed
Warnings were given but no-one took heed
They said the sea level slowly would rise
as heat and pollution built up in the skies
They said that the ice caps would melt clean away
and that low lying lands would go under one day
They said that the deserts would creep 'cross the land
But the experts were wrong, they did not understand
They said global warming would slowly get worse
What actually happened was quite the reverse
The water that formed from the melting of ice
diluted the seas and the world paid the price
The great ocean currents that kept the lands warm
moved further south, or no longer did form
The winters got longer and the snow stayed around
A brilliant mirror that covered the ground
The heat from the sun was reflected to space
and the glaciers advanced all across the Earth's face
The tropics were covered in deep permafrost
and life on the land, forever, was lost
Year upon year the ice grew much thicker
and feedback ensured that the process grew quicker
Nobody thought that's the way it would go
Buried forever under five miles of snow
And even at this the freeze did not stop
The oceans froze up from the bottom to the top
The last life on Earth, in the depths of the seas
finally succumbed to the ultimate freeze
The climate, unstable, was perched on a wedge
It didn't take much to fall over the edge
The snowball that's Earth will for aeons remain
until 'nova Sol' melts the ice once again
Categories:
alternative, earth, environment, weather,
Form:
Verse