Best Bilk Poems
And we are left here
Like maggots—dirty, parentless…devastated
Always feeding on the gruel…the cruel
Fattening our lives in the moneyless bilk
Shocking like a bee sting, yet soft as silk
We are the forgotten
I am watching the others grow rotten
But I am cleansed and raw with glee
Because…though blinded with slime…I SEE…
I rise to the sound of the agonizing screams
Of rapes, murders, of violent fists…weeping minds
My definition of true finds…
I smile when any possible hope arrives
Fate laughs, knowing I constantly scream inside
I am amused of it all…I can’t stop laughing
As bitter tears began to fall
I HATE ALL OF YOU…
I WANT TO KILL YOU ALL…
But I love that I can take anything
From the nothing we have all been labeled
The sick, the low…the mentally unstable
Watch me roll up in a ball
A naughty tease to death’s lull
I love your silence…
I love your intense fall
And we are more alive than any of you
We are crazed by your belligerence
Aching to be emotionless
SHARE YOUR INDIFFERENCE
SHARE IT…
Give us something to be left with
So the others can die
As Fate veers its head looking in the mirror
Listen to her laughter—do you hear her?
She watches and waits
To find her maggots have grown wings…
Screw your selfish indifference...we fall to fly
We are more alive than any of you
Though quickly we die
Categories:
bilk, angst, childhood, confusion, courage,
Form:
Free verse
I knew it was coming up to Christmas when Mom started to stress
About the lack of money and if she could get us all a new dress
I knew it was Christmas Eve when we left Father Christmas a drink & mince pie
& when we went to bed we were told not to peep, but we always risked one eye
I knew it was Christmas morning when we rushed down to find presents, but not too many
There was usually a doll , a football, tin of toffees, an orange and a bright shiny new penny
I knew it was Christmas breakfast because it was the only time we had a full English
That crispy bacon, fatty sausage and runny egg, wow what complete bliss
I knew it was Christmas afternoon because Nan got her Advacaat out
Top of the Pops on so loud, “turn that racket down” Grandad would shout
I knew it was Christmas Evening as the relatives would all come for a party
Packed into our tiny home would be cousins, Uncles and Aunties
I knew it was Christmas Party in full swing, as Uncle got out his trumpet
And started to murder songs by Acker Bilk and his hero Herb Alpert,
I knew it was going to get interesting when the men all went into the kitchen to open the 7 pint beer barrel
& the older generation insisted we all sang Carol after Carol
Then Mom and Auntie would get out their bottles of sherry
Auntie’s wig would slip further down her forehead, as she got more & more merry
Eventually my husband came into our lovely family clan
& every year I knew it was time to call it a night when
He was always the first to “pass out” on the floor
Family would have to climb over him to get to the front door
I knew it was Boxing Day when Nan reached for the Bigmag because of her over indulgence
& the other grown-ups were holding their heads because of their festive involvement
Nowadays Father Christmas has lost a little of his charm & has changed into “Santa”
Who children think can bring toys galore, the price tag doesn’t seem to matter
Kids don’t think of it as a religious celebration, only of what presents they got
It’s such a shame the true meaning of the festive season seems to be lost
Categories:
bilk, childhood, christmas, funny, boxing
Form:
Blank verse
Holy Cow!
How? Now? Holy cow!
Tell me. How sacred art thou?
Do the gods dwell in you?
Or have they all said adieu?
Angel wings might bring prestige.
But money does upon greed besiege.
In India cows walk the streets.
While slaughterhouses harvest meats.
Have vegetarians lost their way?
Do they eat beef every day?
“Eat-Steak” restaurants here and there –
People chow down with great flare.
Tell me. Has your halo slipped?
What is in your cream thats whipped?
In big tanks your white is shipped.
Injected hormones, tainted milk.
Cold, refreshing extract sipped.
Dairy productions the billions bilk.
Worship God and not the cow!
Come and eat your great steak now.
That, which was holy long ago,
Has now brought about the chickens motto.
“Come an get your hunger relief.
Do not eat chicken, eat yummy beef!”
© September 26, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
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Categories:
bilk, animals, food, funny
Form:
Rhyme
A chance for all kids with no fear -
Decided to visit the bad this year.
No cookies and milk -
With complaining they bilk.
He listens to them as he downs a beer.
12/20/2022
Categories:
bilk, christmas,
Form:
Limerick
Oh the earthy being!
You paid a worthy price...
Guarded me in tough times,
But took himself all the grimes.
You paid a worthy price...
What u gave you was just a bowl of milk,
But you showed me the human's bilk.
What was the need to pay the penalty,
I considered you a weed, but you instead ruined my cruelty.
You stood stff as a rock, whenever the blow touched me,
Taught me to walk when my leg left me.
You gave your life,
Whe serving my life.
Oh the earthy being !
You paid a heavy price...
Categories:
bilk, animal, care, death, deep,
Form:
Personification
46.
At Peace
I care not a fig for untold riches
Or the tainted pearls of the sea.
I will pursue no golden treasure
Lest its tentacles vanquish me.
I'm at peace with my surroundings
Cherishing the gifts I have received
And if and when I depart this Earth...
My death will set me free.
The End
47.
Pain
Pain is born of meanderings
That to some seem justly served
But on further recollection... it
Seems petulant and undeserved.
I'm not implying an immunity
To the arrows pain may send.
Just keep it at a distance
And not make of it a friend.
The End
48.
Wisdom
Wisdom is not readily accessible
By some who claim to know its lair.
They strut and swagger to no avail
Finding only hubris lurking there.
They parade about like jackals with
No perspective to admire... hoping
To deceive and bilk the rest of us
And reconcile to their desires.
Resist we must to these endeavors
As they breed like roaches in the gloom.
We must gird against such malcontents...
These architects of doom.
The End
49.
Frozen by Her Light
She was pretty as a daffodil...
As bold as summer rain.
She walked a walk of elegance
To treasure my domain.
I was breathless in her shadow...
I was frozen by her light
As she turned and subtly smiled
Before she vanished from my sight.
The End
50.
Love Be Fraught
Love is fraught with complications
With no sense that I can see.
It makes a prisoner of all who lapse
Into its charade and mockery.
Would I assume a different path
To avoid this curse I now deplore?
My foolery knows no measure...
I remain a beggar at its door.
The End
Categories:
bilk, pain, peace, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
Today is the day of the earth
And I am glad
That all my days
Are only todays
And what I call my yesterdays
Is just another name
For the memory of a today,
And what I call my tomorrows
Is just another name
For a day that might not be again
If I trasnpired
Like water from a leaf
Enters another cycle
Without disbelief
Or if the earth continues
Despite its grief
Since we like scorpions
Come with claws
To suckle at his sweet milk
And for all its sustenance and relief
Soon there is nothing more to bilk
The puncture wound of greed
Grows inflamed red upon its breast
And tomorrow
Like a raisin withers and die
Brings no other rising of the sun
And all my life
To a senseless conclusion.
Categories:
bilk, natureday,
Form:
Free verse
This is a collaboration I had been working on with a friend a while back. We might change the title. Her name is Rebecca Larkin. She started the poem with the first line and from there we switched back and forth. Wrote it at the beginning of the year sometime; forgot to date it, oops! Anyway, enjoy!
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Like dust in the wind, we are doomed to repeat ourselves
Mingling past with present, we collect on the grimy shelves
Of past’s hard keep, falling on repeat
We gain from the pain and strange bittersweet
Taking in the reality-split dreams
The etching pangs of truth bursting at the seams
With every glistening drop of clarity
We engorge on the reliefs of now—a rarity
Thoughts pool in a sludge of black, gleaming like oiled silk
Denials spread like fires; saturated, we bilk
Pain and tragedy strike their resonating, dissonant chords
A darkness and sadness we can only desperately afford
Pain. . .strife. . .repetitious like a swinging pendulum
Achingly perfected rhythms gainst the beating death drum
Slivers of silvery hope shine through darkened clouds
Only to be covered again in menacing, smoky shrouds
Faith is left dying in a pit of despair
As the rest of emotion looms helpless in the air. . .
Nothing seems fulfilling anymore
The replay button fools my mind and cuts me to the core
Round and round it goes again like the jagged tick of a clock
Striving for purpose—screaming for love to find the lock
But only silence escapes, beneath the skin torn lips- nothing remains
The aftermath of quietude aches, scraping against endless pains
hope falls away into a deplorable state; waiting—hoping—for resurrection
And the painful power of truth is forced to gaze at its reflection
Questioning whatever has happened to faith and belief?
And why are the cliffs of sorrow so steep?
Like settling dust we merge our present with the past
Leaving the future on the shelf—too empty—too vast
Squandering the sand of time with nothing left, nothing left
Categories:
bilk, absence, abuse, addiction, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
One man, one vote
Listen to the double zero
poll echo
One man, one vote
is power transition farcical
A national joke
One man, one vote
is very unpopular electoral
Lever pull okey-doke
One man, one vote
was a woman suffrage hoax
A muzzle masterstroke
One man, one vote
Con-stitutional pipe smokers
took a fake vapor toke
One man, one vote of very lil’ jolt
Alternate current voices
got a direct party line swing nope
One man, one vote
Poll echo tally count double zero
Sum abacus croak
One man, one vote
Majority honk indignation
got a carny clown soak
One man, one vote
Popular gripe concession
twas a ballot tear choke
One man, one vote
be a lost bleat, pearly poll wee echo
Uno shuffle double zero
One man, one cell vote
sorely received the Bilk-o freedom cry
A Trump card eye poke
One man, one vote ~ Democracy false hope
Mandela truth was a pauper lie
Just like that rich Joker bloke crying broke
Categories:
bilk, hilarious, parody, political, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
Tea with Gran,her muffins supreme,
Bath and change and hair brylcreamed.
into town to the pub in the square,
our gang always met there.
Checking the football scores
in the Oxford 'green un'.
Trad jazz with Donegan,Bilk or Collier
or maybe the ballroom bacchanalia.
Skip,hip-hop or jive or more sedately
to the Friday Five.
A swift half of cider in the Bodega bar
sadlynone of us could afford a car.
Dropping a shilling in the snug juke
box,Haley and Elvis,then unorthodox.
Bought tickets for the coming live shows,
Cochrane,Cliff and Shadows.
Later, at the dance the last waltz about
to begin,if you were fancied ,it
showed in her coy grin.
Requesting a date took a little courage,
so glad my choice that day,led
to marriage.
Categories:
bilk, nostalgia, places, social, teen,
Form:
Narrative
Little known virus billed with hype
is much like the elusive snipe
look for clues and bilk mysteria.
COVID-19 is a blight
take your temperature, dispel fright
combat the urge of hysteria.
Cancellations? don't groan and gripe
take wise advice to wash and wipe
learn CDC’s criteria.
Counter laziness, use your might
raise your normal household fight
reduce viruses, bacteria.
Social distancing is an archetype
of honest help instead of tripe
Heed experts in your area.
Apply intentional foresight,
Observe limits with sweetness and light
Thank God this is NOT malaria.
March 16, 2020
Categories:
bilk, 11th grade, mystery, sick,
Form:
Tristich
There is a fake cripple named Mary.
She is scheming to bilk an insurance company.
Three saps live in the flat just below.
Mary's plan is something they don't know.
The three are willing to vouch in her behalf.
How they cook breakfast for her is a laugh.
Each one of these guys is an absolute jerk.
They hang posters for a hypnotist where they work.
Are you wondering what the conclusion will be?
Get the video, and have a look-see.
Based on the 1949 Columbia Pictures short subject "Hokus Pokus" starring the Three Stooges.
Categories:
bilk, funny, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Fluffily Ruffily Woman has an attitude of a hog and a poufy dog.
Fat curls adorned her head front to back, some were pink, others black.
She sat on a matching throne of silk, waiting for salesman who bilk.
They were sent packing by FR Woman whose temper needed no backing.
Categories:
bilk, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Rhyme
The Great Conductor Takes a Bow
By Elton Camp
Some people get far more credit than due
And, to them, unmerited honors accrue
An orchestra conductor is one of this ilk
Those who actually perform he does bilk
Really, about the conductor I don’t care
Likely, they’d as well if he wasn’t there
It seems when the music starts to play
He waves his hands in an erratic way
If he should have untamed, wild hair
The more that the audience will care
The music stops & his hands go down
To the audience he will then turn around
And proceeds, to clapping, to take a bow
As if he did the classic music somehow
An uncultured hillbilly I may well be
But he looks like a big phony to me
Categories:
bilk, funny, music, music,
Form:
Rhyme
Peculators
Artfully bilk, cheat, defraud… embezzle!
Forgetting gainful, helpful, industrious jobs.
Keeping loot maliciously nervously obtained.
Pilfering, quickly. Robbing, swindling tearlessly.
Until final judgment sends them… Away.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 17, 2010
Poetic form: ABC
Categories:
bilk, angst, business, social
Form:
ABC