Best Blurted Poems
How many roses since have come and gone?
he thought as he sat looking at her grave.
How many futures had been staked upon
those brilliant blooms to her he often gave?
What stiff buds like hands in prayer since drawn
in oils on canvas did she seem to crave?
“White angels,” she did sing the day they wed.
Again he placed them here now she was dead,
as he'd done each year upon her birthday.
The emerald garden and granite stones
still looked untouched. The olive trees now swayed
as ever had in June. As white as bones,
statues silent, but proud as gods portrayed,
were yet his marble friends and not undone
by tears. My Angel White was she when wed,
he mused again, his feelings still unsaid.
A thousand memories like ivy spill
over the wall behind his quiet chair.
Such fervent whispers in a windless chill
go through his head of sparse and silver hair.
So many letters from an inkless quill
he wrote alone as though they'd reach her there.
A thousand roses white as angels tread
upon his dreams, keep singing in his head.
But now the car was packed, the house was sold.
Their young sons all were grown and since moved out.
He blurted forth, “My darling, now I'm old.
The boys are grown and all are strong and stout;
I know that you'll be safe within their fold.
I must move, have a life that's now about
the years that I have left. I'll always hold
those times we had as precious as though gold.”
He stood and put the chair into the car.
He cried upon the freeway for some time,
the new life in the desert still afar
from coastal past and reminiscent clime.
A new home that he'd found could be on par
with what he'd now let go. Had come the time
when he must vanquish sacred angels white.
And thus he drove into the coming night.
8/20/17
She shuffled by our house, so slow and bent,
No second thought of where the lady went.
On her return, no one around to see.
A shaded path, she blended with the trees.
We children always giggled, as she passed.
A group emboldens others to harrass.
Our high pitched jeering from a hidden niche,
The frail, sunbonnet lady, we yelled "witch".
One day a fever kept me home from class.
I saw her weary shuffle down the path.
My over-active need to know convened.
I followed with excitement and unseen.
A house engulfed by weeds grown thick and tall,
As vines of every species claimed the walls.
Around the side, a window to peek in;
A man in bed with twisted, throbbing limbs.
.
The lady rubbed a salve to ease his pain.
And hummed a long forgotten song's refrain.
I blurted all I'd seen to mom and dad.
He stood in shocked alert and mom grew sad.
How soon the path was plowed into a drive,
A grocer truck and red-light cops arrived.
I last recall a fancy bike, brand new.
Events seem blurred, with growing up to do.
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Gene Bourne.
07-17-14
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Pinocchio found a girl
She put his heart in a whirl
He met her near a wishing well
His love of her he must tell
The trouble was she wasn't real
He could relate to her ordeal
She was carved, as was he
He blurted "Wood you marry me?"
But deaf and mute, blind as a bat
She answered not, and that was that
Tree branches bowed under the weight of the snow,
like penitents kneeling, as Christmas shoppers reveled
in the joy of the season. I left the house and struggled
through the snow-clogged streets to meet a man
I hadn't seen in years. He was the model of discretion,
a confidant. I could always count on his fidelity and trust.
I shivered, pulled the scarf more tightly round my neck,
and pushed my way through the milling crowds to await
his arrival. And there he was. The old familiar shambling gait,
the oft-worn brown fedora perched upon his head,
and suddenly I felt better.
I chose a dimly lighted tavern. We ordered drinks and dinner;
linguini and shrimp, a dish for which we shared a common relish.
Our conversation was tentative at first, until the effects
of the alcohol loosened our tongues, and we talked of Oxford,
days full of happy memories.
But later, as the evening wore on and the tavern's customers
left with errands of their own, we were left alone.
Silence descended. Thoughts of earlier in the day came crashing
down upon me. He sensed something was wrong, as he always did.
"She left me," I blurted out, sobbing uncontrollably.
He said nothing, and gently squeezed my hand.
As you open the door...
you are momentarily transported
back to an innocent child like state.
Your concentration wavers
as your senses react like a 4th of July
firework display.
Large, colorful posters cover the walls
surrounding you...
offering tasty descriptions of many of the items.
All the while the scents of chocolate, fruit,
along with a variable feast of
confectionery delights are taken in
with every breath.
You look around...it's almost your turn.
You must decide...but it can not be taken lightly,
or simply blurted out in a moment of desperation.
The moment has arrived as you step up to the counter.
As eye contact is made,
your mind gives second thoughts to your selection.
Taking a deep breath, you calm yourself...
you can do this you tell yourself,
as the words start to form.
" I'll have a scoop of chocolate chip mint...a scoop of fudge nut brownie,
and a scoop of strawberry cheesecake in a
chocolate waffle cone dish...topped with a modest swirl of whip cream
and hot caramel drizzle, crowned with one perfectly positioned cherry."
Your mouth waters as you take possession of your masterpiece.
As you turn, you look proudly at the others in line,
letting them see your perfectly proportioned glacial reward.
As you grab your spoon, you waste no time leaving,
changing back into an adult, climb back in your car
to feast privately...like a hungry mouse hiding...
eating the last piece of cheese.
P.R.Deremer
Cattle Drive
Roll over a bit in me swag
Get some bones clear of the ground
Dew is on us swag cover is wet
Dingo is howling around
The cattle are camped in the corner
The frogs are croaking, smile creeps
Old horse has the nose bag on
Oats n the chaff for his keep
Fox has his nose in the camp oven
Cattle dog snarls n he freaks
Fox has blurted and gone now
Cattle dog goes back to sleep
At daylight we are catching the horses
Hobbles come off as they squeak
Saddle and mount a grumpy horse
be unloaded, you’re bloody weak :)
Old horse drops his head again smartly
Pigroots around the flat
Stay with him mate it’s only
oats causing springing like that.
Cattle move on down the Stockroute
15 mile a day cross water n creeks
40 mile to the railhead Darby
The Shielas are waiting so sweet.
Don Johnson
Hey Babe
I know the feeling Im a whiz at computers been using since 1990 .
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i have 190 poems n talking too...just good fun its what i do...love
Don
'Twas the night before Christmas and I was awed by this pleasant sight:
JOY blurted mirth of blissful delight
Cheering HOPE to spread good wishes’ light
While FAITH props merriment upon truth-insight
Inviting PEACE to march with them upward victory-height!
‘Twas the night before Christmas and there was I beholding in amazement:
Values like GOODNESS and KINDNESS sharing their glad engagement
In distributing goodies with GRACE of helpfulness’ involvement
Along PATIENCE extending persistent endearment
Midst MEEKNESS in showing long suffering’s investment!
‘Twas the night before Christmas and I was exposed to the venue’s elegance:
Where I spotted LOVE wrapping presents with great abundance
Assisting was GENEROSITY whistling sweetly, devoid of arrogance
With them were GRATEFULNESS and PRAISE in their jovial extravagance
Being instructed by PRUDENCE and WISDOM thru their principles’ radiance!
‘Twas the night before Christmas and I couldn’t wait to see grand festivity
Which the Christmas Author would reveal to me with faith’s certainty
In His compassion, He packed all those VIRTUES inside His SON’s humanity
Born* as the SAVIOUR with GOD’s gift of life everlasting and triumph’s surety
Assured to all for owning and sharing toward eternity!
*Luke 2:11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
November 23, 2018
7th place, "The Night Before..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 12/8/2018.
Uncertainty has been clouding my thoughts for months now
Because you have never once
Expressed how you felt
After I blurted out those three little words.
You have yet to tell me,
Your feelings,
So I can move on.
Your jealously annoys me.
But your touch teases, yet pleases me
In ways you will never know.
Why do you do this to me?!
Is the question I would ask you.
Is it out of pure selfishness?
Or is it out of fear?
Are you afraid to tell me if you reciprocate my feelings
Because you don’t want to lose me if you don’t
Or perhaps you think I will hate you,
Or perhaps you think I will love you.
What scares you so much to put me through this?
I want to ask you all these questions
But contrarily, I am honestly afraid of the answers.
Just the other day
So out of the blue
My granddaughter says
I have a secret to tell you
With a pensive look
She blurted out
I have evil inside of me
Said with a factual pout
Why do you think that
I question gently
It's transferred from my doll
She said intently
Your brain can make you think
Many things that are not true
Show me your doll
I will examine her for you
I said, you are not evil
Your imagination is very strong
I should not have told you grandma
I'm right and you are wrong
With a little huff
She scampered away
Left me with a smile
And some dismay
November 19, 2019
For Contest ~ 2 to 12
Sponsor ~ Beth Evans
I hesitated
Sorry I brought up the subject
I choke up
But he insisted
So I blurted it out
In the end I bared it all
He listened
He said he understood
And sympathized
I didn’t buy it but
It felt good to tell him
The weight off my shoulders
AP: 3rd place 2022
A Hard Working Man
Many days have gone by and still I hear you across from the depot
There you sat on a bar stool and took off your ring
Thought I'd try to get a closer look, so I walked on over
As I sat down and started to ask him his name
Then the drinks finally had an effect on him
He then blurted out, " I say I'm no quitter!"
But I finally quit living on dreams.
I tell you I'm so hungry for laughter, for here and ever after
I am after whatever comes to me each and every other to which life has to offer.
Then I took an impish glance in the mirror and watched him
In an instant, I thought he had looked so out of place.
Then he turned and glanced my way and sat down beside me;
For an instant, a strange look was seen on his face
His huge hands were immensely calloused
He was one mighty mountainous of a man
For one moment I felt so out of place and had feared.
Then as I turned to leave, his voice had turned to molten lava
Please dear lady, can you spare the time to keep me company?
I just had the worst news so humanly possible, I just lost my papa!
Can you spare an extra hour so we can just sit here and talk;
I promise you I'll never ask you to commit to anything wild and impossible.
One look in his soft brown eyes told me that he could be trusted
Okay, I will stay with you for awhile as long as you stop playing that same song over and over.
Yes, lady, I will accommodate you to whatever you like and offer you a drink and some nice talk.
The student sits in third row last chair
His foolish words of attention are blurted everywhere
He understands not the value of listening
For he seeks laughs and howls for the teacher’s off>< pissing
Until finally the day of teacher student conflict
The teacher enquires of the student’s gimmicks
Young man confronting the joker for all to hear
Your gall for the learned compliance suitable for classroom learning
Indicates your true ability of one of extremely asinine qualities
I must admit as all the students are listening here
You are the greatest highly intelligent gluteus Maximus I ever did hear
A male fly is munching on a big, sweet bread when a bee arrives...
The fly was scared of the bee's size and so he immediately left the bread on the ground.
The bee laughed so loud because the fly left the bread. The bee followed the fly and asked, "Why did you leave your bread?"
The fly quivered, " You can have all the bread if you want to... just don't hurt me!"
The bee explained, "I am a drone. I don't have a sting and I will not hurt you."
"Really??!!!" the fly exhaled.
"I only want some bread of yours that's why I followed you, and asking you now if you can share your bread with me?"
The fly and the bee flew back and shared the bread together.
"Why are you here?" asked the fly.
"It's winter and all male bees are kicked out. The hive where I used to stay in is dominated by female bees."
The bee asked the fly, "Where do you live?"
"I live anywhere... everywhere." the fly replied.
"Wow, we're both homeless!" blurted the bee.
"No, we are not. Being homeless is only in the state of mind. Being home is being with your true self."
There was a young boy with a secret,
Who really wanted to keep it,
But when his friends came near
He realised his worst fear,
It blurted out, he just bleeped it.
Once blurted without caution,
It creates history enveloped in anguish
Only leaving you will bring serenity.