Best Belabor Poems
Who am I?
I'm an American who ordered my head to remain buried in the sand
but due to the lunatic holding office, it refused to obey my command.
Finding no reasonable sensibility in the mind of that mad creature,
I shake my risen head, watching the horror of this double feature.
Each day is shadowed in darkness by yet another ruthless crime,
of the catalyst, sans morals. The unacceptable excuse for a paradigm.
The narcissist president who should be a mime like a circus clown,
the wanna be king of the world who brought our country down.
The predator of women, and of countries he thinks he can own...
A blowhard mentality, a bully who would sit on every nation's throne.
He's made us the enemy of Canada, Mexico, and now for gosh sake,
Denmark's Greenland, lusting for whatever he thinks he can take.
He wanted the Nobel Prize for Peace, but his demand was spurned.
With grubby hands he took it from its owner... an honor not earned.
Claims he doesn't want China or Russia to be America's neighbor.
He doesn't know how to read a map! Verbal abuse he likes to belabor.
He put his name on The Kennedy Memorial Center for Performing Arts
but it would make a better target on a game board for playing darts.
Sick is what he's made many U.S. Citizens with his presidential farce,
hoping remorse is felt by followers who should ask him for a divorce.
Who am I?
I'm a poet who'd rather not be an ostrich, not hearing the blathering,
but spending time writing of other things, daydreaming, woolgathering,
but it's become impossible not to hear, read, and be able to ignore
the catastrophic problems caused by the one Duke Beaufort calls 'Igor.'
“Close the book, ring the bell, light the candle.”
The witch’s words resounded in my ears.
My problems now were more than I could handle
and so I hoped she’d vanquish all my fears.
She stared at me across the darkened room
and then commanded me that I must stay
until my wish was granted. Then a broom
she grabbed, and out the door she flew away!
The magic lay in me, the hag had said.
I only had to wish with all my might.
But with my kind of luck, I might be dead
before I’d get what I had wished that night.
I sit here still; she’s left me with a curse!
No health care yet, and now my back is worse!
(sorry to belabor this, but now you see what preoccupies
my mind these days!! Linda's contests always seem
to bring out this topic for me lately. The gypsy referred to
in my title was in my last poem I did for Linda!)
By Andrea Dietrich for Linda-Marie's
"BELL, BOOK AND CANDLE" Poetry Contest
I stand at temptations door...
As anger spurs a grievance withheld.
Surreptitiously you praise the incongruent
While flinging to the wayside the valuable.
Eyes closed to the importance of veracity,
You belabor simplicity with objectivity denounced
As you are drawn only to the iconoclastic.
I long to visualize cronyism obliterated.
The Contest sponsor Jerry T. Curtis
My feelings about those N/A's
Why can't I do it how I want to do it?
Been told my rhymes are sophomoric - at best
I may violate pentameter but I write what I like
Why must it pass some journal's vapid test?
Behind a block of writers I've been hiding
Cowed by thoughts of editing snafus
Trying to write deep, intensive tomes of valid lore
Only to be chastened and abused
There's elegance found in concise expression
Saying all the world in just a line
No matter that I know this, I belabor all my thoughts
Create elegies for elegance in time
Onomatopoeia is my best friend
And alliteration waltzes through my dreams
Thoughts chatter, clatter, chirp and clunk around about my head
Demanding that they be released in streams
And after I have done what I have done here
Exposed my heart by opening my head
I send it forth with hope that someone will enjoy my words
And get rejection letters only, in their stead
Won't you like my poem - just a little?
I promise it won't be a trite conceit
I don’t emulate the standard ways of any other writer
But you've called my words monotonous and cheap
But yet my writing keeps on remonstrating
That whether it be ballad or blank verse
It should be able to do, just exactly what it feels like
And it finds your journal editing perverse
It says it does not care if it is published
Doesn't want you to consider it profound
For if you did, it might become repetitive and common
And make cool people, like me, put it down
But won't you like my poem just a little?
At the least - you could be non-committal
A bright young fellow named Ernest
Went to med school to be an internist.
But the sight of insides
Gave him really bad vibes,
So he took up accounting in earnest.
A shifty young lawyer named Stan
Came up with a devious plan
To avoid paying taxes
Through complex finances,
But was told that his plan wouldn't stand.
A beginner in fencing named Perry
Was finding that swordplay was scary.
"Not to belabor
But it's defective, my saber!
It thrusts but refuses to parry!"
An anemic young lady named Madeline
Became increasingly maudlin
When she came to discover
That her boyfriend and lover
Would sleep through the day in his coffin.
A lady tourist named Lisa
Fell from the Tower of Pisa.
On the way down
She thought thoughts profound
And remembered to renew her visa.
A deadbeat gambler named Owen
Ran into the guys he was owing
Who, with style and with ease,
Broke both his knees,
After asking him, "Hey, how's it going?"
A big rock-and-roll star was Ben,
But now just a 90's has-been.
The girls and their aunties
Would throw him their panties,
But now no more groupies has Ben.
("What's in a name" contest entry)
A BAND AND A DANCER SO GRAND
“Shall we dance,” the lady asked ever so politely
And oh how the lady danced ever so lightly
It was as if she hovered an inch above the floor
And I never enjoyed dancing with a lady more
I begged the band to belabor the point
For it was the music the woman would anoint
She baptized the band like sanctified oil
And to the lady all of us became forever loyal
She took to the tile, a temptress, my muse
And when she asked for more no man could refuse
The brass played with class while the flute wasn’t mute
And her elegance was a fact God Himself couldn’t refute
My eyes beheld the majestic majesty of grace
And simply holding the lovely lady made my heart race
She danced me into a dream of loveliness and lace
While the band grew jealous of what was in my embrace
Her gracefulness begot beauty and grandeur so bright
While the vocalist sang something about undying delight
But then I heard four words thcat dimmed every light
When the M.C. announced 'this is the final dance of the night”
© 2013 coyright PHREEPOEREE…..~free cee!~
ON LAWS AND FLAWS
All the laws of common sense do not apply to me
All of them only lamentably and lasciviously lie to me
All the rules of logic do not relate to me
All of them only serve to belabor and berate me
All the common sense in the world is of no concern to me
They only represent things I will never learn to me
I am engaged to no one nor do I plan any meaningful meeting
And any fancies I might find are unfruitful and far too fleeting
All the facts of affections have no affect on me
All my atrocious acts totally represent and reflect on me
All the policies and politics of politeness don’t pertain to me
And the concerns of consideration mean only other’s people’s pain to me
My lack of common sense is not common to say the least
While my acts of inconsideration have indecently increased
More than likely my fancies will fade as ice melts in the sun
And the anger of people I’ve harmed keep me ever on the run
© 2013 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~
I finally came home.
I did not win fully free, not yet;
but the lights by which I roam
are closer to where my roots are set.
Before leaving, I had to say farewell
to those there who kept me strong.
When cruel circumstances upon me fell,
they're the reason I strayed from wrong.
Endless examples of good I could give,
and seems endless seas between us now lie;
I am content to, during dark times, the good relive,
and not belabor what seemed a perfect goodbye.
Suffice to say such kindness as that, their spark,
exists in few you'll meet in a life, and few times.
But to call oneself friends with those who bear that mark?
That lies beyond even the greatest of wordsmith's rhymes.
And now to reach my goal, two years emergent,
orchestrating a touch early my autumn return;
I find old memories and friendships resurgent,
remembrance and joy that I strove to earn.
To lie on my back with the dog right by,
looking up at the heavens' ever-expansive dish.
To see a shooting star streak across the sky,
and realize only one thing more could I wish.
They say you can never get back what used to be,
can never truly be who you once were;
sitting across the street from what I used to see,
I feel the familiar, past me in me stir.
Seeing the ever changing, ever same rain,
in front of the house that saw me a man.
Looking at the tree I climbed to dull my pain,
the thought of more of such, from which I ran.
I wish now I hadn't, I wish now I'd stayed,
and for a little while longer, for that I pay;
my wish on a star, while under them I laid,
that here in the rain, here, home, I could stay.
In the eyes of those I regret so dearly running to,
saying such is one of my many unforgivable crimes.
To know that not to them, but to that inimitable spark, I remain true?
Such must be the source of the greatest of wordsmith's rhymes.
By Trump Were Reassured
Of course by Trump we were reassured
None of his diseases could be cured
And all of the points he does belabor
Makes you think that he is our savior
Pain from tiny bladder has endured.
Jim Horn
A BAND AND A DANCER SO GRAND
“Shall we dance?” the lady asked ever so politely
And oh how the lady danced ever so lightly
It was as if she \hovered an inch above the floor
And I never enjoyed dancing with a partner more
I begged the band to belabor the point
For it was the music the woman would anoint
She baptized the band as sanctified oil
And to the lady my soul became loyal
She took to the tile, a temptress, my muse
And when she asked for more no man could refuse
The brass played with class and the flute wasn’t mute
And her elegance was a fact God Himself could not refute
Mine eyes beheld the majestic majesty of grace
And simply holding her caused my heart to race
She dance me into a dream of loveliness and lace
Whilst the band grew jealous of what was in my embrace
Her gracefulness begot beauty and grandeur so bright
While the vocalist sang a song about undying delight
But then I heard four words that dimmed every light
When the M.C. announced the final dance of the night
DOES THIS MAKE ANYONE BESIDES ME WANT TO PUKE?
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
If I may belabor the obvious,
both have been getting along
swimmingly for millennia.
The affinity between the two
knows no international boundaries.
Their chemistry is
so beautifully touching to see.
They couldn't be more agreeable.
"They really are man's best friend, aren't they?"
I once asked a neighbor walking his dog.
"Yes, absolutely! You should get one," he replied.
Their bond couldn't be more special and enviable.
It made me wish I had a dog!
Can you imagine such a relationship
between two people?
Unfailingly coexisting
in perfect harmony.
There's no trace of hostility
or disagreement.
There's always a happy reunion
after time apart,
no matter how long.
Why can't two people
get along just as well?
Submitted for...
my companion and close friend that never complains Poetry Contest (Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Date: 01/26/2020
Date written: 07/23/2019
A BAND AND A DANCER SO GRAND
“Shall we dance,” the lady asked ever so politely
And oh how the lady danced ever so lightly
It was as if she hovered an inch above the floor
And I never enjoyed dancing with a lady more
I begged the band to belabor the point
For it was the music the woman would anoint
She baptized the band like sanctified oil
And to the lady all of us became forever loyal
She took to the tile, a temptress, my muse
And when she asked for more no man could refuse
The brass played with class while the flute wasn’t mute
And her elegance was a fact God Himself couldn’t refute
My eyes beheld the majestic majesty of grace
And simply holding the lovely lady made my heart race
She danced me into a dream of loveliness and lace
While the band grew jealous of what was in my embrace
Her gracefulness begot beauty and grandeur so bright
While the vocalist sang something about undying delight
But then I heard four words that dimmed every light
When the M.C. announced 'this is the final dance of the night”
© 2012….copyright...PHREEPOETREE....~free cee!~
A BAND AND A DANCER SO GRAND
“Shall we dance?” the lady asked ever so politely
And oh how the lady danced ever so lightly
It was as if she hovered an inch above the floor
And I never enjoyed dancing with a partner more
I begged the band to belabor the point
For it was the music the woman would anoint
She baptized the band as sanctified oil
And to the lady my soul became loyal
She took to the tile, a temptress, my muse
And when she asked for more no man could refuse
The brass played with class and the flute wasn’t mute
And her elegance was a fact God Himself could not refute
Mine eyes beheld the majestic majesty of grace
And simply holding her caused my heart to race
She danced me into a dream of loveliness and lace
Whilst the band grew jealous of what was in my embrace
Her gracefulness begot beauty and grandeur so bright
While the vocalist sang a song about undying delight
But then I heard four words that dimmed every light
When the M.C. announced the final dance of the night
DOES THIS MAKE ANYONE BESIDES ME WANT TO PUKE?
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
A BAND AND A DANCER SO GRAND
“Shall we dance?” the lady asked ever so politely
And oh how the lady danced ever so lightly
It was as if she \hovered an inch above the floor
And I never enjoyed dancing with a partner more
I begged the band to belabor the point
For it was the music the woman would anoint
She baptized the band as sanctified oil
And to the lady my soul became loyal
She took to the tile, a temptress, my muse
And when she asked for more no man could refuse
The brass played with class and the flute wasn’t mute
And her elegance was a fact God Himself could not refute
Mine eyes beheld the majestic majesty of grace
And simply holding her caused my heart to race
She dance me into a dream of loveliness and lace
Whilst the band grew jealous of what was in my embrace
Her gracefulness begot beauty and grandeur so bright
While the vocalist sang a song about undying delight
But then I heard four words that dimmed every light
When the M.C. announced the final dance of the night
DOES THIS MAKE ANYONE BESIDES ME WANT TO PUKE?
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
all resonses are handed to me by the nurse along with my psychotropic drugs, thanks!
Excoriate means: abuse, assail, attack, bash,
belabor, blast, castigate, jump (on), lambaste
(or lambast), potshot, savage, scathe, slam,
trash, vituperate
Deplorables and Excoriables
Are many people who are excoriables,
We did discover are really deplorables;
Now exist,
And persist;
Find to be foes that are formidable.
Jim Horn