Best Brand Spanking New Poems
I welcomed you twenty twenty, a brand spanking new year
But all you brought with you was death, misery and fear
So I'll be glad to see the back of you and cant wait 'till you're gone
And I hope for better times in the year twenty twenty one.
You've left behind some' bad stuff' like covid nineteen
But hopefully it'll be defeated when they roll out the vaccine
Wearing masks and not seeing family, well that's been quite hard
But while you still lurk about, I won't drop my guard.
World leaders were floundering, not quick enough to act
Putting their economies before people and that is a fact
If only they'd looked at history, like the great Spanish flu
They'd have been a lot wiser and would've known what to do.
The news reported acts of kindness in every country
Like front line health workers who risked their lives for humanity
Sadly many of those brave heroes died needlessly
Because governments were too slow to provide proper P. P. E.
Viruses are nothing new and they'll come back again
We must stop destroying mother earth for financial gain
Upsetting natures balance causes these viruses to thrive
Mankind really needs to take notice if he wants to survive.
Cramming animals into cages is a pitiful sight
But mother nature is watching and is preparing to fight
Razing forests and dumping rubbish and polluting the sea
Is a recipe for disaster that'll bring untold misery.
So good riddance or go do one, many people will say
I'd remove all records of you if I had my way
People will always remember you for bringing misery and tears
And there will be much joy and relief as twenty twenty one nears.
When the clock strikes midnight, so happy I'll be
As twenty twenty sinks into the dark annals of history
But stay awake mankind and listen to the experts that know
I don't want to be the one saying "well I told you so".
Written 27th December 2020
2020 to 2021 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mohan Chutani
Huddled over that old black radio
waiting for the final announcement
School canceled tomorrow!
Bedtime? We actually have to SLEEP?
Where am I? Is that light coming from...
No-No! Don't look out the window!
Then-how-what-when-where?
Oh me oh my, the door, the front door
Some has swept up onto the porch
And the steps, the steps!
Breathe a deep, icy breath first
Go ahead now, look on out and note
how everything is smothered,
smothered, muffled and quieted
by the blanket that covers all,
covers all but the perfect silence
Breath another deep, icy breath
Go ahead now, step on out
Step out in the yard and note
dainty, delicate bird tracks
And rabbit footprints too?
(How DARE they get here first?)
Fence posts measure how much
Wearing comical, tilted hats
Pesky sprinkles of sleet
tease and tickle my nose
Like a magical wide-awake dream,
familiar yet so unfamiliar
A brand-spanking new kingdom of white
custom recreated just for me
Oh, you BAD little boy!
Will you again tromp out and ruin
Mother Nature's picture of perfection
and forever scar this eternal moment?
Oh yes, I believe you will
Hurry! Get dressed! Now GO
It was her kitchen, her family, and my newly-married man, and I aimed to please her by properly being fed.
With a smile and a swish, “We have butterscotch pudding pie for dessert!” My brand spanking new mother-in-law said.
Her excitement had no knowledge of the instant memory of horribleness that leaped instantly to my own quickly confused head.
I tried to take an invisible pretend bite while the family all watched, eagerly waiting but my traitorous mouth played dead.
Tears filled my eyes, as I was unnaturally smothered with the sad, angry hurt of my long-ago favorite butterscotch pie.
The feelings came so damned fast, I could not stop them at all or even slow them down, and they surrounded me, and made me cry.
When I was eleven, my family of origin was in the kitchen, laughing, and playing, and goofing around.
When the phone rang, I was asked to get it, because it was wire-attached to the wall, and I was the closest to the retched sound.
I had never heard my mother wail or keen until that day, certainly never heard her yell, “DICK!” or fall without any game to play.
Our big Dad jumped up faster than we had ever seen, grabbed rag-doll Mom before she hit the kitchen counter in a not so great way.
We all turned pure white, which was odd because we were usually pink. Fascinated, yet, hungry, I took my first bite, and heard the words “Mom is dead, and Dad’s dead too.”
We kids started shaking, sad and scared. Grandma and Grandpa were our king and queen. When things calmed down in a second or two that damned butterscotch pie tasted like glue.
Everyone wailed wild-eyed, faces red. The cousins came, and we huddled together and cried and screamed how great it was sob, sob, that they both went to heaven.
Yes, I know that was many years ago but when my feelings took my body over loud and clear, they clamped my mouth tightly shut, because I was back to 11.
Gearing up to what should be magical
Special winter to be a first of firsts
Brand spanking new at the grand-parent thing
Marshmallow snowsuits, sleighs and Santa Claus
First fluffy snowflakes falling from above
The Christmas tree lit up with shiny balls
Starring our nine-month old baby darling
Picturing with glee the sheer confusion
Crazy folk coaxing him to be wreckless
Bows, ribbons and coloured flashy paper
A few minutes of this and he’ll get bored
To make him magnificently happy
He just wants a cardboard box and cookie
Our Christmases will never be the same
Knowing next year he’ll be more into it
Now we just drool at all the photo ops !
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted for contest MY WINTER sponsored by VIV WIGLEY - November 17, 2017 - RANKED 5TH
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Brand spanking new
A love that's true
208-hp 2.0-liter I4 turbo
I like speed let’s go
17-inch alloy wheels
4 wheels of alloy is my appeal
Dual power outside mirrors
That’s so I can see ya
Sirius XM Satellite Radio
I love to hear Nas flow
Dual Zone Automatic Temperature Control
It chills my soul
I got my Waze app
Five-O I know where you at
Rain sensing wipers
It’s raining cats and dogs …..I don’t even hear a whisper
Full of adrenaline and no shaky hands
Tilt and telescopic steering column …..I’m gripping for command
Bluetooth hands-free phone
I'm in the zone
Should my home catch flames; ABLAZE
simply one collection shall I salvage
to spare my brain waves from becoming a maze of craze
ahhh...my beloved Poet Trees shall survive...as to my soul they arrived with much thanks
but NEVER from clever, contrived, silly, pink think-tanks
rather; they gather where my third eye winks then blinks
and just as the silly mind sinks to sorry new lows
a brand-spanking-new tree's seed grows
keeping me on my two FEETS' toes
fueling my soul with free flows; chill as "Chili Fritos"
freeing me from creaking sinks and freakish stings...allowing me to sing where the air
lends friends that bend, like ten thin yogi's zens and the wind blows like Hurricane Hugo's
saving grace in the face of disgrace, I increase pace, to beat Hell's fire, in this race
my Poet Tree's divinity, lies within tiny limbs and hymns weighing in on the decision keeping Rosy posy prosey in my vision
instead of hording my corny flicks n' flings, or rings n' things, like holy-cannoli rings, or roly poly bling, that I surely do not need or eat like knish treats or fish meat
so while it may seem strangely neat to see me refrain from placing fame on games n' things like Gnip-Gnop and my freakin' flips n' flops...I say "Let them flames burn red instead till they don't stop!"
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***Note to reader... the "POET TREES" mentioned in this piece are a depiction of an extremely insane catalog of thousands (nearly all hand written) original poems I am fortunate enough to have written in life. They are absolutely the only physical possession of true value to me, as they are detailed visions, dreams, and documented journeys I will NEVER take for granted! Mankind often tirelessly politic, fuss, discuss or argue about ability to "be a poet or a real writer" within academia and other literary circles. I make a living as a humble writer and I say, who the hell cares! This is NOT a talent, it is a very vivid experience and I am merely a journalist, just like all of you. I encourage each one of you to listen ONLY to the "WELL SPRING" placed within the guts of our existance~~~~~~~~JSLambert~plant your seeds and read the Poet Trees!~
I have booked a holiday,
I am going on a Cruise.
Plenty time to read my books,
lots of time to snooze.
Then to find romance,
meet my ideal man.
All aboard the Love Boat (baby)
For marriage and suntan.
Gonna get my legs waxed,
Bikini line done to.
Then to try to lose some weight
I"ll look brand spanking new!
The Ticket it arrived,
my Brain I tried to rack.
( that I had it all)
In the cases that I packed.
My excitement it did mount
as the date became the day.
The Taxi it will come
and i"ll soon be on my way.
I have never been at sea,
so the question always begs.
Will I feel alright,
upon my new sea legs.
The Love Boat is so good
and soon we leave the dock.
The journey is so smooth
it is steady as a rock.
I party every night,
but never heed the warnings.
To much drink and sea
equals throw up every morning.
But I think it"s great,
that I am ready and i"m able,
to finally meet the Captain
( got the invite to his table)
The big night it arrives
I am dressed up to the nines.
He wont know what has hit him
as he becomes all mine!
Going to get that Captain,
yes that will be my plan.
Turn on the seduction
and I will get my man.
But the Captain is a Women!
I don"t know what to say.
(oh her **** are so much bigger)
It spoils my Holiday.
So the Moral of this story,
Is plain for all to see.
Always check your Life Boy
or He might be a She!!!
Smile, damn it smile, you face won't break
It's a brand spanking new day for goodness sake
No grumpies allowed
Sing hallelujah out loud
In fact, break out in song as soon as you wake
Are you nutso???
If you could leave behind a time capsule
What kind of things would it hold
It could be something brand spanking new
But to them, it would still be old
Would it be some kind of music?
Maybe your favorite song?
Not any of that beatnik stuff
Well, cause, that would just be wrong
What about a photograph?
You know, like Marilyn Monroe
Wait, I'm only kidding
My wife done told me "No"
Not to change the subject
But I've got a question to ask real fast
If you're walking, while looking in a mirror
Does it mean you can see the past?
Sorry, I don't know where that came from
I won't let it happen anymore
Now, getting back to the time capsule
You know, what we were talking about before?
Maybe, leave them something scary
Like a picture of my mother-in-law
I wouldn't do that to my worst enemy
And to them I didn't know least of all
Well, I'm sure you'll think of something
That you would want to leave behind
My wife said I couldn't participate
Cause, there's no telling what they'll find
Getting along together
Dancing that same old dance
But you’ve forgotten the steps
So now what
Is this my new lot
You have changed
And I changed to be content
with you
Working the dynamic
Keeping up the merriment
Breaking in the fantasy
Fostering a brand spanking new way to play
Becoming rather tame
In this complicated adjustment
Game
And finally I was coming
Into my own
Catching the big wave
But you changed
Now what
Me
I learn the new steps
I swirl and I sway
I dance a new dance
And I trip the light fantastic
That’s what.
By pskips
Since moving to this burg we have a new Doc
Her name is sweet Kimberly, fresh out of the box
Brand spanking new
Love spanking, don't you
Whenever she examines, I never watch the clock
© Jack Ellison 2015
Life is diverse.
A multi-seeking mess.
The particle, the wave.
All at the same time.
The unity is the disunity.
The Big Brother black hole
At the center of it all,
Silently howling for more.
Where does it all go?
The grinding of wills.
A quiet simmer.
The tension in the laughter.
The release of joy.
The exhilaration of touch,
Skin to skin.
Planets smashing into each other.
Voices crashing,
Like tectonic plates beneath us.
The smile that wants to frown.
The joke that was never told.
Brand spanking new planets to mold.
As we watch space fold,
Dancing soul to soul,
In common cosmic reverence.
folks, there is a brand spanking new
kind of idiot
that walks amongst us &
no,
s/he is not a ****ing zombie---
some film mustered creature who
erupts from the dead like some
fictional biblical ********
to wreak havoc on the rest of us
who deserve to suffer at the hands of
something that thanks to
Romero, O’Bannon, P.Jackson & the
Halperin brothers, we have to
endure.
the idiot in question of course is the
rich individual who has taken the time,
effort & moola to create anti-zombie
fortresses in the US, to protect
themselves from the
“zombie apocalypse”---
a special example of american
stupidity,
which because of the few random events
in the recent past, where morons
full of bath salts & meth have
gone on to a career in
munching on the face of their
fellow
delicious-looking, human,
has plagued the minds of those who
have nothing better to do &
nothing more to worry about
than the impossible attack from
a work of fiction.
while not much different than the
rich christians who go to such great
lengths as giving money to senators
who will push the further armament of
Israel, as well as always supporting
any kind of instigation brought on by
the good ol’ US of A, in the
middle east, with the hope that it will
bring about their “armageddon” a
little sooner,
these fanatics doing their damndest to
fend off zombies
(rising from the dead & for some reason
showing up on said idiot’s doorstep)
have gone the extra mile to invest in
what are often referred to as
“modern day castles.”
ranging from $600,000 (drop in
the bucket) to $12 million (steep, but ya
know we are talking about zombies here
people)
these dwellings o’ the delusional
bear such amenities as fully
fledged moats surrounding the premises,
underground missile silo bunkerdom,
personal air strips, panic rooms, safe cores,
helicopter landing pads, sniper towers &
even windows rumored to fend off
missiles as well (because apparently
zombies choose from a wide range of
violent killing methods) &
to add to the hilarity (hopelessness) of
it all, now they are being put on the
market for whatever reason…
maybe said rich imbecile has had a
bad string of financial luck, maybe they
are moving on to better & brighter
anti-zombie apocalypse compounds, or
maybe,
just maybe,
they have come to their senses?
Something different, something a little new
life is filled with people who does and doesn't do
I like being single yet I ride with fifty in a crew
I know Im a winner in a written game where many seem to lose
You see me drinking watered down booze
Im walking so much words they seem to take a cruise
Choises of today are many and yet only one at a time to choose
Your rent is up so you best pay your dues
Because my money is so green it make your thumb bruise
Im so gangster I look cool twenty-two years past grade school
Thinking hard thoughts like yet another lost ****ing fool
I keep living lies thinking that they be the truth
Im so old to this generation it's like Im brand spanking new
im so over this old that I need to start something new