Best Bang Up Poems
It’s a real Texas situation
Wow, you’re one heck of a creation
I dig your hat, I love your boots
Ya’ got those bang up, country roots
When you’re strummin’ on your guitar
you’re one, red hot, country star
Ooh, wearing those, sexy, tight fittin’ jeans
you’re one lean, mean country machine
Ya got me feelin’ like a damn fool
like a silly girl in high school
Boy, I'd sure like to share your company
so, get off that bull, come ride with me
Yeah, it’s a Texas situation
cuz’ you’re one heck of a creation
I spent my money on this here hat
Tell me now, whadda’ ya’ think of that?
Come on now, I’d like to be your pretty baby
we’ll drive each other country crazy
Yeah, it’s one heck of a situation
cuz’ you’re one, red hot, Texas, born creation
Categories:
bang up, cowboy-western, funny, love, me,
Form:
Rhyme
I’ve been privileged ‘cause I’ve seen
The paintings of Monet.
One museum near my house
Has many on display.
The gardens of Monet provided
So much inspiration,
His palette came from Nature
More than his imagination.
I never knew how true that was
Until I paid a visit
To Monet’s garden, re-created,
Looking most exquisite.
The experts horticultural
Of New York’s main Botanical
Did such a bang-up job I’m sure
Their research was fanatical.
The water lily ponds are filled
With plants as flat as platters
And such purple-petaled flowers
Standing next to them just flatters.
There’s a copy of the famous bridge
From Monet’s house in France
And surrounding it, a swirl of blooms
The colors of romance.
A vacation to Giverny
Isn’t something I have planned,
But the New York imitation
Made me start to understand
That the genius of Monet was more
Than paintings that enchanted;
For the magic he created
Was inspired by what he planted.
(written after visiting The New York Botanical Garden’s exhibit)
Categories:
bang up, art, nature, new york,
Form:
Rhyme
With the fourth of July on a Wednesday,
Seems like everyone's slightly confused;
Though for children and fireworks makers,
They're sure to be extra-enthused.
For those on vacation, you've got a whole week
With the Fourth falling smack in the middle;
But if just a long weekend is all you can take,
Then your choice is as tough as a riddle.
Do you pack up and leave on the Friday before
And drive home as the fireworks burst?
Or do you start your weekend in holiday mode
As excitement gets slowly reversed?
This dilemma extends to each township as well -
When to sponsor your bang-up display?
On the Fourth when some people will not be around
Or on pre or post-Fourth Saturday?
To the purist, the answer is clear as can be
For the Fourth of July is unique;
So let's celebrate Wednesday, although I am sure
We'll hear cherry bombs all through the week!
Categories:
bang up, holiday, july,
Form:
Rhyme
8/15/17
Beyond guns and funds
Involving moons and suns
From here to kingdom come
And then some
By the skin of one's teeth
Above and beneath
Any peak
Near and far from fields of wheat
Or creeks
Won't always be a cinch
Even in a pinch
Just might cause you or others to flinch
Thus requiring the use of a winch
All along
Rather get it right then wrong
And do a bang-up job
Before I'm gone
Don't be an egghead
Caught up with what he and she said
Make sure you and your family stay fed
It may require a lot of elbow grease
Despite if you just want peace
And to buy and make your family a feast with meats and sweets
Whether or not it has to do with your pockets getting obese
Regardless of similar and different beliefs
Will everything eventually cease?
Categories:
bang up, dark, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
while working one evening at the plant,
an older man began explaining to a younger man next to him
just how easy it would be for him to get away with
killing someone.
the young man,
now more attentive than ever before
(once the older man mentioned that he would have no problem
killing someone),
sat there while the older man laid out his plan---
he explains that he would use an older rifle that he has hanging in his
house (one whose make no longer exists),
and that he would simply drive up next to the house of the person he
hated,
and while waiting with a scope on the rifle,
from a distance he would pluck his enemy’s life right out of them
as to him it would be
“just like hunting a deer.”
the younger man digs down deep within
for that part of him that feels could kill
and responds to the older man:
“i know could kill somebody & get away with it too---yep, just like
killing a deer”
the two agree that after killing whomever it is that they want dead,
they’ll feel better because said individual will no longer
be around to annoy them.
and the gunslingers build up their stocks of
guns & ammo
they breed their sons to love guns & if they don’t go off to war
after being spoon-fed grandiose amounts of patriotic
excrement
which will prepare them for being
hired killers
somewhere else in the world,
they stay at home within these borders &
fester.
the american gunslinger is a special kind,
one whose history comes from the celebrated
“wild west,”
and who shook fear into others that would stand in their
way---
these psychos want to be able to parade around with their
big cocks out
so that all the world will see just how much of a man they
really are
(in their big trucks with their big guns, compensating again &
again, so obviously, for their itty bitty peenie weenies).
as an inward, xenophobic, extension of the empire,
directed within
at itself---
they are doing a bang up job!
Categories:
bang up, life,
Form:
Free verse
Singing and dancing,
kissing and waiting,
missing and waisting,
her time as a single lady,
hurting the weak,
feeding off of what once was a person who didnt give in that easy,
she gave up her strength,
giving into the needle oh f***,
swerving off all the homies,
just to bang up,
she thought she was cool,
asking her self "why me, oh why,"
taking a risk everytime,
she didnt care about her life,
she didnt want to live,
but then she caught her self slipping,
So she took her self off the rig,
threw it out the car,
glad that they were finally apart,
seeing the hurt that it brought,
made her want to vomite alot,
pain in her brain,
she thinks she is going insane,
someone please save her,
before i make a point for you to hang me!
Categories:
bang up, absence, abuse, addiction, anger,
Form:
Acrostic
I went out for a nanty narking time
Wearing my best gas pipes and tie
Hanging with whooperups at the pub
Lally-gagging with girls going by
I met the jammiest bit of jam, I did
She was bang up to the elephant, truly
'Be my boop,' I said, enchanted
'Saddle goose! ' she said, and refused me
I'm completely off chump, to be honest
Don't give me bags of mystery for tea
I'm tired and got the morbs now
So would you b*tch the pot for me
She left me so distraught (keep this dry)
That I got as tight as a boiled owl, my friend
Now I'm a dying duck in a thunderstorm
I'm a complete wooden spoon, again
Loose Translation:
I went out to have a good time
In my best tight pants and tie
Hanging out with terrible singers at the pub
Flirting with girls going by
I met the most beautiful girl, I did
She was perfect, truly
'Be my sweetheart' I said enchanted
'Idiot' she replied and refused me
I'm completely off my food, to be honest
Don't give me sausages for tea
I'm tired and feeling depressed now
So would you pour some tea for me
She left me so distraught (Keep this a secret)
That I went and got totally drunk, my friend
Now I'm feeling sad and rejected
I'm a complete idiot - again!
Categories:
bang up, humor, language,
Form:
Rhyme
VIDEO: Hair by The Cowsills.
Scare (MY LYRICS)
She ran and hug,
Why? There's a scary bug,
They're scary and they bug and bug, bug,
The bugs are a fright,
They're scary high and low,
But don't ask me why?
Cause I don't know?
It's naught that they lack to die,
They like more of mom's pie,
Buggies,
Gimme a bug that scare,
Ugly squeamish scare,
Blindly creeping,
Freaky, ugly, crawly,
Gimme down to there,
Longer legs I don't care,
Here buggy, there buggy,
Everywhere, buggy, buggy,
Scare, scare, scare, scare,
Get it, hit it,
Long as I can kill it,
They scare!
I see them fly in the breeze,
They get caught in the trees,
In our home lots of fleas that do scare,
Home full of fleas,
A hive for the buzzing bees,
Nest for the birds,
There just no words,
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder,
that doesn't scare,
Scare, scare, scare, scare,
Get it, hit it,
Long as I can kill it,
They scare!
They are so long, fright, creepy, fuzzy,
Cranky, stinky, and so funky,
Yucky, slippery, squirmy,
Blindly creeping,
Freaky, ugly, crawly,
Crusty, polka-dotty,
Twisty, beasty, bronzy,
Cowered, forward, a bit tacky,
Bang-up, strung-up, cutup, to confetti,
Oh, bugs can't you see,
That my eyes can see thee,
Now the scare's too short,
Down to here,
Down to there,
Down to there?
Down to where?
It stopped by itself,
Don't never have to kill it,
Cause it dropped by itself
Oh gimme a bug that scare,
Long, beastily, scare,
Blindly creeping,
Freaky, ugly, crawly,
Won't you gimme a swatter there, (scare),
Longer legs I don't care,
Here buggy, there buggy,
Everywhere, buggy, buggy,
Scare, scare, scare, scare,
Get it, hit it,
Long as I can kill it,
They scare, scare, scare, scare!
Get it, hit it,
Long as I can kill it,
They scare, scare, scare, scare,
Scare, scare, scare, scare, scare!
2022 January 20
Categories:
bang up, insect, scary,
Form:
Lyric
don’t talk about the horrible things that really did happen in
your childhood, if you are american---don’t talk about the things
that your own children are already doing that society would
consider bad (so that your children won’t talk about the bad things
that you do to them in response, in the future).
DRUGS ARE ALWAYS BAD & THE BLESSED GOVERNMENT
IS DOING A BANG UP JOB ENFORCING THE LAW UPON THE
HEADS OF THESE EVIL EVIL DRUG USERS---remember that in
america, you are a CRIMINAL if you use a drug & remember that an
illegal drug is ANYTHING THAT THE GOVERNMENT CANNOT
TAX YET (psssst…so don’t talk about em’)---
and never ever admit that you have a drug addiction or that you have an
addiction to ANYTHING, really---because the mere word is associated
with a negative connotation, as if “satan” came up & bribed you every
time you go to a **** site on the web or smoked a bowl, much less snorted
a line---either way you are a CRIMINAL.
lastly, but certainly not leastly is
SEX & ****---
if you can **** it, don’t talk about it.
if you can *****it, don’t talk about it.
if it has to do with ****ing or shitting,
don’t talk about it---because in america
NO ONE USES THE RESTROOM &
NO ONE ENGAGES IN INTERCOURSE.
Categories:
bang up, life, children, drug,
Form:
Free verse
You really did a bang up job
Acting like some brainless blob
When everyone you knew just said
Come on let's go
With deaf ears
You just said no
You never cared to make new friends
You never even amends
You let close friends just come and go
Right down the drain
Like water
They would flow
Who needs friends in any case
They want your time
And crowd your space
So who's to blame for all your strife
Who kept you from enjoying life
So better to go on alone
No more ringing
On your phone
Someday maybe stop and think
How life went by
In just a blink
By yourself you thought you'd stay
Now you simply rue that day
Categories:
bang up, lost, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
In Cardiff Jail
In Cardiff Jail, grey dawn breaks on
razored walls and living-blocks of stone.
High barren landings amplify harsh slamming
gates, and emphasise the echoes of the
bosses' yells and rattled keys of doors that
only ever bang behind.
Alone I trudge the long dark tunnel of
my ''time'' – caged bird, spiralling inside the
wasteland of a mind with nothing gained and nothing left.
Pleasure is the hotplate stop for porridge slop
and morning shuffle round a yard with obscure
friend of bully-boy and baron – grass –
and those but barely sane.
Hear torment in the traffic roar. Is she
some minute blended part of that?
sharing lungfuls of this fitful breeze?
I flee from gulls that scream and soar and
laugh at me, - ''come see, we're free!'' –
and merge into my daily chore of sweep and swab;
then buff the polished floor amid the clanging steel
and shouts; dream my boredom; cry my shame;
or grind my hate and shift the blame.
Again, her ''Dear John'' crashes in my brain,
so blacking out some distant light.
For she's out there somewhere with him,
and I must stay within this wing of rusty bars
and bang-up cells, in my grey world of
yesterdays where tomorrow always
stays some distant unknown-life away.
Categories:
bang up, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Look this is not a ‘Bang Up To The Elephant’ poem
It splits licks like ‘Bit Buttered Up The Bacon’ but
Come on don’t we poets like forgotten phrases
Klutzy Kai is not ‘Smothering A Parrot’ does not drink
Except those mysterious phrases that do not ‘Kill The Canary’
To win or not to win a contest is not the quirky question
Yours truly is ‘Mad As Hops’ but not ‘Tight As A Boiled Owl’
Such a ‘Tatur-Trap’ ‘Dash My Wig’
Pure ‘Skilamalink ‘Umber-Cum-Stumble’ ‘Whooperups’
Lost in ‘Battyfang’ ‘Podsnappery’
Irksome or ‘Goddie gum drops’ 'Jolly Hockey Sticks'
To the tee and ‘Damfino’ if Kai knows what he means but his
'Saucebox’ had ‘Nanty Narking’ now ? Splickety Licks?
08th April 2018
Written for the Acrostic Contest 'Lickety Split'
I used the plural deliberately, because words come very rapidly.
Categories:
bang up, words,
Form:
Acrostic
1. In matters of MATTER.
density is a function of SPACE,
and not of matter, or "things."
2. A propeller that's spinning will cut
Yet in a smaller space, the same will act as a wall
- not cut you or me, but push, or bang up against us
3. The earth is opening and closing so fast
Beneath our feet, we don't fall through
4. Think of how RADIO WAVES
come into our houses (we are diaphanous):
Yet, we're rather dense!
({land bound beings take solidity for granted, not birds; nor fish!})
shalom, shalom. E N J O Y because JOY is not isolated either. amen
Categories:
bang up, education, philosophy, science, stars,
Form:
Epigram
Gold birds at sunset
gliding ribbons of color
crowned by falling night
Far off visions in blooms lure
Beneath red firecracker stars
Cream moon's following
with determined velvet light
aiding dusky plight
Cherry red before they bed
velvet green and goodbye sun
Categories:
bang up, bird, color, moon, nature,
Form:
Tanka
Dr. McNitt’s coming, we were warned. She’s old-school.
Secretly my heart was cheering, this meant strict rules.
Seasoned and sassy, I wisely kept my counsel to myself,
I am so glad though she is coming back 6 months off the shelf.
The evaluations aren’t finished, lamented a young teacher, year one.
She was scared because classroom management, this turkey has practically none.
Dr. McNitt arrived the day after conferences, ripe and ready.
I’m terrified of her, a co-worker said. (She never was too steady).
Dr. McNitt’s bark was gruff, but she truly has a gentle heart of gold.
Best of all, we’re on the same wavelength, seasoned and bold.
Today I hear her talking with another staff member through the wall.
Dr. McNitt’s advice is sound, and her fearless spine stands tall.
She gets along exceedingly well with everyone here,
And her pup Winston spreads daily doses of goodwill and happy cheer.
She’s leaving Friday, and although it’s two days, I am mourning already.
If she gets a new dog, she’d better name her Caren, not Poindexter or Freddy.
In a word, I love you, Dr. McNitt, You’ve done a bang up job!
Come back in a heartbeat, you remind me of Bette, and Cher and Maud!
Categories:
bang up, farewell, feelings, i love
Form:
Free verse