Best Bother Poems
Don't bother me with conformity
don't bother me today-
with things I should (or shouldn't) do
or what I shouldn't say!
Don't bother me with conformity
my house is not “obscene”...
Orange, purple, and lavender
look lovely with lime green!
Don't bother me with conformity
I'm much too happy, carefree
to wonder why the neighbors all
keep staring so at me!
Maybe they're jealous of my tail
I really don't give a hoot!
Surely they have seen before
grown-ups in zebra suits?
Don't bother me with conformity
...too busy to follow your lead!
I've whatcha-ma-call-it thingies to build
and unicorns to feed!
Don't bother me with conformity
don't worry me this way!
You've stepped on all the faeries toes
and run the elves away...
Don't bother me with conformity
you're being such a pest!
My mud pies were quite fabulous
and not a “filthy mess”!
Don't bother me with conformity
my music's not so loud...
Accordions are delightful-
See? It's already drawn a crowd!
...Respectfully holding their applause
until I reach the end-
Oh no- they really love it so!
You're quite mistaken, friend!
Don't bother me with conformity
come dance a jolly jig!
You really should loosen up a bit
you sad, forlorn, old prig!
Don't bother me with conformity
No thanks! I've had my fill...
of boring, bland, and deathly dull
no doubt that boredom kills!
Don't bother me with conformity
Oh, what was that you said?
Well, I think you (and your boring lot)
are the crazy ones instead!
The clock chastises me,
as painted petals bloom brilliance
in illuminated wonder that attempts
escape from the hidden crevices
deep within my beleaguered mind.
The beauty I seek is but an allusive dream,
flowing rags of worthless chattel
that fill me with words, heavy, like stone,
my rhymes but pointless emotional prattle.
Yet, still my need must pursue that dream
to create another verse so sublime as to define
me as me in a world filled with poetic doppelgangers
and, so, I write just one more sad, lonely line.
"Extant nectared incense she lit, burning inside, slow but alone,
Arrogant me, let her leave, as here I sit, awaiting the unknown."
Clever, perhaps, but are my words,
like the melancholy song of the lonely Lune,
beautiful?
Geez, or should I say jeez, no Cuneiform here,
shall I try once more...
"crystalline sparkles
achromatic winter jewels
spring paints with colors"
...to bring out in me that which,
through these many years of seeing
my world ravaged with emotional upheaval,
still, in its turn, allowing me to experience
love and enchantment from eyes
that held me in the warmest embrace.
"I see the storm as rage engulfs those lovely eyes,
the blue intrepid sea of passion's lost release.
Inside, the tears of torment flow to sooth the lies,
yet, pain remains in every moment's wish for peace.
As burning anger seethes inside of you
the path it seeks obscures your point of view,
and leaves the ragged scars of bitter love
left blurred like mist in sodden clouds above.
Emotional, these moments steal your gentle heart
and eat in to the darkened void that once was you,
but misplaced hate can not keep you and I apart,
when, with my shroud of love, your heart I will eschew.
I hope you'll see just how I feel for you,
for you are why I do these things I do."
Crap!
Total
crap I read!
and I chuckle
as I re-read it.
In a single sonnet,
iambic hexameter
and iambic pentameter,
the Bard must be turning in his grave;
I guess I'll have to try another day.
08/15/2018
Just stop thinking about it,
Don't bother losing yourself to it,
Stop getting your mind overclouded
Don't overthink about it.
Past's not gonna change
Present's in your hand,
Future's awaiting you,
So does it take that long for you to realise;
Time always flows like river,
Everything that you wrote in sand of time,
Now flies, all erased.
Heartaches and smiles never will fade
Cause this present will become the past
So don't rewind back in memories
It's time you stepped out of the past , grab your present and run towards the future.
Take all the twists and turns,
It's fate, following your addicted brain,
In its fabulously misguided taste,
To that unordinary life you seek.
Time will record your past,
Actions will define your future,
Don't worry about the leap I am taking,
Cuz I feel like I am losing myself ,
Losing my mind,
Losing my mind,
But I love this wild ungrounded feeling,
Of losing myself to the unforeseeable future
Why do I bother waking up
when everydays the same
life has no purpose
while we are estranged
Why do I bother going to sleep
when all I have is nightmares
Why do I bother breathing
when I just end up gasping for air
Why do I bother eating
when all I want is you
Why do I bother bathing
When everything feels so dirty
Why do I bother talking
when I just feel like screaming
Why do I bother living
When i feel like im dying
By,Jessica Bowie
incessant talkers bother me.
I leave the room upon their arrival,
not caring if I hurt their feelings, for I know they
do not notice, it always being about them, they
do not see others.
I do not enter the room if they are pre-there.
no sense in it, as whatever you say they can top,
and will. It happened to them sixteen times
more often, and harder, they were pulled out
of their car by two jaws of life.
it is irritating to me when I am almost finished
with a story, and one plunks down, interrupting
the punchline, with a banality that exasperates.
maybe worse, it annoys me that no one asks
me what the punchline was, so it is not like
anyone else cared any way.
I love the ones who share their money woes,
and their family woes, and their woe-woe-woes.
teaching us not to share any information with
them, possibly this is why the room clams
shut upon their arrival.
the last one never has rent money, or groceries.
always begging for money or a check, perpetually
pleading with anyone on social media to bring her
something. she always carries in a sixteen dollar
lunch from Uber, there is a five dollar upcharge.
i wish I was talking weekly.
I am talking daily.
I wonder if her grandmother who is still working at age 71,
and sending her check has any idea about these
astronomically expensive lunches?
I fast boy, this aint no foot race
What you playing?
What, you think you got a game ginni in your game pack
Well, I paint Black
And stain them in Pain on rare occasions
Occassionaly coming up in death throes
Dead body is my stomping ground on this beat
My melody be blasting bastards, knocking em backwards
the Force of theses 5 Felonies be unappropriate behaviors
And if you ever seen me in Airstrik...es,
Well, when you seem me you'll be very quiet
And if you thought it was adequate
my accurrecy so precise you can't phantom the damn damage
You know Im real skilled, and the satisfaction of it leaves me upset still
It was Mercy from God for me to carry this pain cause it suits me like it is a deep love
If Seashell's is ever in Hell then I'll be busting a knucklehead if he wants to act a badass
This aint a brag, no we never come in a boast boy,in my conduct I be, I promise you honorable,I standup as I stand for a higher standard
and when i get mad i act bad, When im in a heavy conflict
jaxattacks are my chosen tactics,
And nowhere in my eyes does she see me ever being a leader or getting the best of a ***** when she on my badside
My Blood cleansed that land, I faced the devil slanging quarters and halves in every which direction like my creation changed due to evolution thru the fact that i was moving too ****ing fast man, But i grew out of it like I went from panic to romantic attacks
From the battles with the devil and demons and nets set , and tribulations and Mania and Im still maniac, Still A disciple of Ninjitsu, my senses still keen, iM SINGLE till i get my possessions back, the love in my heart concealed, its so hard to hide my love I feel so many sharp p[ains,Love Felt feel these steel bars they are a million you would have to go thru to hope to find one, a connection u never dectected the quality of,im 10 times 99topics liike im a balla up talking in manner never heard of, be the bang that yo body been starving for, rt
The interrogation threatens to shudder like an earthquake
A long index of accusations spread out among the atmosphere like a blazing forest fire
Satisfaction, the officer and venomous umbrage, the criminal
Self-appreciation, the quiescent defense attorney with no right to be there
Misery, the boisterous dauntless prosecutor
The months of the annual calendar, the jury
Pain, the almighty judge
It’s a court case already divested from the defendant
Why should it not
Bother, why bother
Its past the millionth time in 216 divided by the jury
Satisfaction has seen countless rewards of capturing umbrage
Satisfaction has felt the boundless benevolence of glory
And foaming at the mouth, glowering with muffled respected fury
Sits umbrage, staring out blurred vision
Victimized in his own apperception
What’s the cost, the damage total; what has befell, befell reality
The anathema of fate or rather the favored affliction of fortune’s fool
Within a realm of possibility it may perceive to be both
A pebble laced with a thread thrown into grass only miles away
To be reeled right back in like a helpless fish on a line
The audacity, the audacity; oh just hush
Silence is golden and this silence is benevolent
Joy was once prevalent in the company of such disgrace umbrage reigned
Together they were serenity, a mixed graceful period of harmony
Such a song sung by dual owls in the presence of the lightened darkness of night
(sigh) …I can’t do this anymore
Make a world, create a story peacefully
Creating a plot circulating, tip-toeing around the issues placing bait in front of my eyes for me to take
What is wrong with me, my life
One word, a sharp enough blade to stab in the ankle to slaughter Achilles
In this case, me
The poet’s banishment, scourge creating a series of nine lashes
Still runs deep, refuses cessation
Proceeds to feed on every ounce of merriment to permeate through the cracks
Melancholy has produced to invade back in
What’s the cause this time for it to attack
A few simple words, reflection, swift defiance
the bruises upon the right appendage whispering, begging for more scars
FOR WHAT? ! ? ! ? ! ? !
Forget it….it’s nothing
Satisfaction has pardoned me, set me free
Umbrage, my twin has taken over me
To another bridge, we sit and sulk over a failed attempt at flight
Cause we willingly defy the right to say goodnight
Sleep is such a precious thing
Now I lay my head,
Close my mind from worrying,
Count some sheep instead
I drift off into my dream...
Hubby starts to snore !
Not again!! Well, I can scheme,
Ewes and me at war !
Sheep stampeding out the door !
A panic stricken flock
I've pushed hubby to the floor
A frantic man in shock!
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For "I'm So Annoyed" Contest........sponsored by Mary Oliver Rotman
Don’t try to cage me in your box of steel
Don’t you know I have a heart that feels?
Don’t try to control my stride
Don’t you know I am on a spiritual ride?
Don’t try to drown me in your mess
Don’t you know you can’t curse what God has blessed?
Don’t try to hinder the joy that overflows
Don’t you know that I am a tree that needs to grow?
Don’t whisper accusations in the wind
Don’t you know I stop where he begins?
Don’t try to strangle the treasure before it is discovered
Don’t you know everything in the dark will surely be uncovered.
By: Sabina Nicole
Borrowing leaves in the mustard grass,
I've pinned you down for too long.
This is not a contest,
I love you larger than language.
Pardon my discretion,
Dinosaurs of grief leap out of my mouth.
I'm sorry for the world.
I'm gifting you with sordid joy,
It's all I have.
Take my wonky life.
Shake it it with glittered luck.
Like a bandit under new skies,
Like a mother with never a need to cry,
Like a solider, swordless and benign,
In that multi-glorious moment where your eyes meet mine.
What is a flower was once a knife,
As I scream with inexorable life.
Why, why, why, I reach out my hand, waiting, waiting, waiting, for someone to come, my arm is getting tired, my skin is bruised, the wind, the rain has taken its toll, the lighting and scorned sun has taken its toll.
I'm tired of standing on the corner each morning, with book bag in hand, hoping that I will maybe take a stand, my brain is empty of positive thoughts, only fog and dirty soil fills its empty spots.
I feel like those people who sit on the cold wet ground, a sign on their lap saying "free will accepted, give what you can." Everyone is passing me by, I'm just a beggar wanting a hug. Except its not money I'm seeking, but unconditional love.
Everyone is busy with their own lives, cell phones, I pads, new apple 6, is this what's important nowadays? I miss the old days where you get a hand written letter, that has loving words written by hand, why, why, why does it haft to be like this?
After turning 18, I did not hesitate in registering to vote.
Many people had suffered discrimination, and I had taken note.
Mary, my maternal grandmother, could neither read nor write;
but she taught us to turn from the wrong and choose the right.
Grandma was born in 1888, a time of reconstruction from so much destruction.
Turning 18 in 1906, she could not, but certainly would have voted if she could.
So when I turned 18, voting was very high on my list of priorities.
Therefore, I stepped forward, and did what I knew I should.
I was filled with pride, and I know grandma would have been proud of me also.
Grandma Mary was my maternal grandmother and was a very courageous lady.
I don’t suppose that she would have cared a whole lot if I were a Democrat, Republican, or Independent. I suppose that she would have advised me to vote for whomever I had concluded to be the best person for the job. I can imagine her saying to me, “Curtis,
don’t worry about the media and the spin masters. Don’t fret about what others do, think, or feel. Just keep yourself informed and learn all you can. Make up your own mind and form your own opinions. Make your best move and commit the rest to God”.
So you see, I have good reasons and causes for which to vote, even though sometimes the causes and candidates may not even interest me. I think that it is that tug in my spirit being energized by the memory of my ancestors. I sense them telling me to cast one for me and also one for them. I feel that they are saying to me, “Curtis, cast this ballot for all of us so that this government of the people, for the people, and by the people, shall not perish from the earth”. I believe that I owe that much to them. It’s the least that I can do for all that they have endured for me.
So that, my friends, is one of the reasons I am compelled to let my voice be heard. That is why I am saying , both now and when I cast my ballot in November, Grandma Mary and Grandpa Ralph, I cast this ballot for you!!!!!!!!!!. Posted 10032016 cj (originally written 02042008. Some parts have been lost. Narrative has been rewritten, edited, and connected to remaining original piece for posting on PS)
I have a fantasy
something that can't be retold
something so bold
to go broke
to be homeless
only to still have home
to still have my beloved
to be drunk on love
so drunk that I don't
know right from straight
to be so enraptured that it means nothing as long as he is by my isde
youth
destruction
bliss
paris
random...to lead a random life
full of uknowns..and for it to bother me not.
Turned down the alley that led to my street
walked in the door tired and beat
On my desk were a stack of bills piled high
was overwhelmed so I shuffled right on by
Felt dead, went to bed with a pounding head
When I woke, my apartment was a rickety shed
I looked down and observed a purple dirt floor
The sky was bright yellow when I opened up the door
Black stars overhead in the middle of the day
In the water of a pond I saw leopards at play
A hippo sleeping high, top a coconut tree
He opened one eye to take a look at me
Tried to keep my cool as I walked on through
At this point that was really all I could do
There were clouds made of bees floating over my head
Dripping honey on the grass that was crimson red
I awoke once again with a heavy hangover
You would think that by then my dream would be over
But when I went out the door, what did I see?
The hippo sitting high in the coconut tree
He winked and he nodded with a gap toothed smile
I decided to go back to bed for a while...