Best Appal Poems

The symphony and guitar too..had made
It pleasent and soothing story which was once said..
Do it even if, world hate...
This was the cause of being her soulmate

The life long exams meant nothing 
Cause she the reason and everything 

I was ready for the apostasy
The reason was...

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Young Peter is far from perfect
Teen anger he fails to deflect
His trail of destruction
Has caused such a ruction
You should see the items he’s wrecked

His parents do little to stop him
They’re addicts, and too busy popp’in
Heroin and pills
Which don’t cure their ills
The outlook for Peter is...

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If you seek to fully understand,
This complex human jam,
You just need a ticket in hand,
To fly to Amsterdam!

History walks the streets here,
In every pavement stone,
You find friendship and cheer,
 On every face In town!

Watch the cyclist to the right,
They have the right of way,
Trams, buses...

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Overslept
     by Amy Swanson   11/2008

A little something to make you laugh ;)



Alarm clock didn't ring this morning;
Overslept - and now I'm late!
(but I would have stayed in bed,
had I known what lay in wait!)

Weatherman said "sunny skies"
I headed out...

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They could be heard across valleys with their screeching echo
Flailing above tree height they’d flock in their thousands - the Black Cockatoo
Like nature’s eclipse, they would descend in clouds; all great gangling wings
Flapping madly at each other, swaying this way and the other
A perch full...

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It happened when I was not noticing,
yet I was so close,
that had I not have been here,
disregarded as I was,
I would missed the weaving,
from branch to branch, a spider’s web,
meshed with the sun, 
as if spinning a snowflake with silken thread.

What but design of darkness...

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Some make you cringe
Some drive you mad
Some make you freeze
Some scare you bad

Some are enormous
Some are minute
Some are horrendous
Some are quite cute

Some of them jump
Some cause a rash
Some make a buzz
Some make you dash

Some make you itch
Some make you sick
Some kill you slow
Some kill you...

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Some say Great Britain is the dirtiest nation in the world,
As a sign of respect for the Jubilee and our glorious Queen,
We are initiating a drive for the nation to make out streets clean.
That is a lovely idea which will benefit us all,
“Why do we...

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The rocks.  The sea.  The mountains
The sky stretching close and beyond
The cliffs, the valley, the fountains
The places of memories fond

The eyes.  The ears.  The voices
The innermost sanctified place
The touch, the smells, the tastes of
Victories, wins or disgrace

The heartache.  The pain.  The sweet love
The life that...

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THEATRE

is this some sort of operation 
an apparition 
taking place above my head where  
bluemouthed
masks stare shadowed  by 
overhead lights

is that the man in white or not
yet… not quite… 
with red bright
stained latex fingers 
threatening sharp intent
like skinny strips of
tin foil to dig...

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There was a mighty head of state
who thought he was like God.
Within the prercincts of his  house
all feared his heavy plod.
We now hear many stories,
 some of which appal,
of crashing crockery on the floor
 and ketchup on the wall,
and how the hand that held...

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What natural
Is, tell!
The hawk in tabloid swoop did boast –
Whose sweetened-toil doth but
Stink, becometh it
A merry-menu nutriment.

The floods and the woods
Of their own stead in silent-words
– As a sentry –
Sendeth but a sober plea of a loyal peasantry
O, Nature! Creator! – all alludeth in an...

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Perhaps I ought to publish my position
(as if there's anyone disposed to care!):
I'm not convinced that open competition

is profitable.  Poets, self-aware,
and full of self-esteem (as many are!)
increasingly seem disinclined to share

the fruits of midnight labour.  From afar
(and I do not possess a crystal...

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It's the year 2112, a number that appeals to me
A century has passed at what my ancestors seen, why did generations not foresee
They had reached their twilight zone, earths grand finale
The Mayan calender had spoken in silence, as the human count tallied

Their scriptures foretold of...

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We heard from the Cape, that orders have been given
For we must retaliate, our enemies to be driven

To be circling the earth on this fateful day
No contact with our loved ones, as the atoms below us play

The feeling as we orbit as we watch the...

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