Best Bred Poems
Soul progress
back field in motion
The guff
Chose, chose, live grow leave! GO!
Leapt from heaven's gold
Jump started into a human mold
White clapboard poverty with tiger lily blooms,
blueberry rake poverty woolen looms.
Riffs of Emerson, Whitman, Longfellow dawns,
mothers’ hazel eyes, father Davidesque form,
chosen to drive twixt a Jew and a screw.
Magnet of lunacy...
Tumbled like an agate into the stream of life
part of the dream lesson
scream lesson
Abuser of power, one who had once roared,
Eve shaped now, weak and mewling
between the weeds of woe.
Care taken by lovers torn.
Watched over by pedophile uncles.
Befriended by lewd Father of sons.
Adult child, searching amongst the Word
for the Word is God and GOD …
There are so many words
Root ripped scenes from beauty to horror
Shiksa* taunts seep in with the smell of borsch.
A pumpkinseed amongst the pricks of Brooklyn
A wild rose planted in the asphalt soil
Doo-wop ditty
Jew’s bop to a Dago harmony,
bagels, bialys and the French twisted strands
of great grandma’s hair.
Clipped, stripped of family shoved whole
into yet another new mold.
True believers, ah yes, fanatics all.
The struggle to survive whole healthy
dipped in, dripped in, a bath of acid and thorazine.
Polish priests pedal platitudes to the sisters of St. Joseph
behind the gilded glory of the Church.
Raped by trust and betrayed by lovers,
a rose married to a prickles thorn,
so empathy is gained, and a healer born.
Metal must be formed in a crucible of fire
A healer can not be born without tasting the pyre.
Categories:
bred, childhood, faith, family, father,
Form:
Verse
Long after your beginning in dancing ancient dream,
The ferocious fire that fought only to keep you warm
Flickered my night aglow in sweet, loving longing
Haunting me, the strange fire,
The father and mother of your care,
Visited me blessed in visceral flair
Almost holy in its anger to raise me up
It begged by existence to be intimidated and respected
Though my lofty star eyes always burned equal
What is your new request, mystic fire?
Now that your son emerged from your flames,
Where shall you now flicker and reside?
How intense you must have grown, sweet blaze
To keep this unusual star so vital and strong
Engulfed in your powerful arms,
The bulge of your strength made his soul eternal
And my inspiration abundant and fearless
For that, I know why even the sun envies your flames
How your creation, without waver, orbits my world
Sending me the kiss of his luster
Upon the lips that forever bless his birth
Categories:
bred, beautiful, deep, destiny, growth,
Form:
Free verse
I bred a rose of color rare
And gave it to my lady fair.
She looked at it disdainfully
Then, laughing, tossed it back to me.
No man, she said, her heart would hold
Lest he applied for it with gold.
That one of her high pedigree
Was not for gardeners like me.
I explained the rose for her I'd named,
But there was no swaying one so vain.
My shattered heart and I went home
And sat there in the gloom alone.
The garden that was to me so dear
I let grow desolate and bare.
Then love and roses proved to me
Their resilience and tenacity.
I woke one day in early spring
To find each blossoming again,
And in a spot where all could see
Bloomed the rose my new love bred for me.
Categories:
bred, romantic,
Form:
Verse
Strophe
The polygamist had a big house
Where he chose to warehouse hundreds of girls
And women including 29 stepmothers, his father’s spouses
56 of the girls were each other’s sisters.
And 24 were under the age of seventeen.
Some of the young wives even assisted passions
The pedophile with his sexual assaults
Telling the girls that if they refused to please his preen
In what he dubbed the “heavenly sessions”
They would be “rejected by God’s favorite cult.
Antistrophe
Wives were both the victims of his abuse
And the accomplices subjected to a cruel
World of worship and sexual abuse
And were so indoctrinated and used cool.
Who cruelly bred them for manipulation.
Calling himself the ‘humble servant’ of God
Asking the girls to please God to atone community’s sins
Oh, the wives of the notorious polygamist’s predation
Into the twisted world of subjugation fold
With which he surrounded himself amidst the teens.
Epode
Had a wisdom tooth for his sexual gratification
Raping the young girls in his big house to make housewives
The State of Texas has a big house for lamentation
Where he will spend the rest of his life’s cloves
Well, he will have plenty of time to repent.
And think deeply on the meaning of life
Out of the 50 wives none of the parents got relief
Where are the parents of these young girls tormented?
Does that mean all were brainwashed for strife?
So scary that pedophilia can be masked as religious belief.
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Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place win in :
Contest: A Toothful Ode by nancy jones
** This is the English Ode, also called the Homostrophic or Horatian Ode.
The Romantic Ode often followed the Irregular Ode's structure
and the Homostrophic Ode's meditative quality.
Rhyme Scheme : ABABCDECDE (Ten lines)
Categories:
bred, house, parents, sad, satire,
Form:
Ode
Bred by Bread
I was told in youth I was BRED by BREAD
To eat and full my skinny frame
And I ATE at least EIGHT slices of bread
Until my hunger could be sated
But there was some bread I really hated
I don’t know why but when it came to RYE
My expression came on very WRY
When that day comes that I will wed
I’LL walk my bride right down the AISLE
For sure the reception’s down the shore
And there’ll be food and bread and more
and afterwards we'll rent a SUITE
To be with her will be so SWEET
Only Homos Allowed Contest Jerry T. Curtis
Ralph Sergi March 26,2015
Categories:
bred, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Goshen ghettofied,
born and bred
Yeah, I’m the teen darkie
with the big nose
and the nappy head
Rolling with my homies
on an asphalt bounce,
with the music on blast
Yeah, we’re the young darkies
with the big lips ...
American society outcasts
As ministers of menace, we preach
dem chickens gon come back one day at last,
and lay some righteous eggs from the past
We’ve been called: Wall Street squatters
and ivory house doubters
We’ve been caged
disproportionately and dispassionately
When they feel our riot rage,
only then do they
ever wanna truly civilly engage
When they feel the anger heat,
only then do they
nervously open the door of the cage
Skid marks on our backs ...
concrete jungle death-trap metal violence burn
Skid rows across the tracks ...
poverty check delivered on a low-income tax return
America’s always bragging about
how they benevolently set their beloved slaves free
But from this darkie’s point of view,
the invisible chains of racism ain’t never been off me
That’s what these monkey big eyes see
Gorilla glue truth is super strong sticky
My peeps and me, like I said:
We’re born and bred,
Goshen ghettofied
Gospel truth be told: It’s commonly believed,
and the ghetto pain never lied —
on the day we were inner-city born,
the certificate said it was the day we died
Categories:
bred, identity, perspective, racism, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Bounty Hunter Born and Bred
An excellent movie, by me was seen
About bad man who had been mean;
Would think and much time did devote
When this poem would finally be wrote.
Terrible Tom Horn had died today;
For his dirty deeds now must pay;
Being bounty hunter born and bred;
Pretty soon would be found dead.
Philandering person who they hated;
In saloon for a while, He had waited;
Then would take a short single breath,
Then did shot the poor soul to death.
From life Horn would be set free
Was hung from branch on a tree;
Shot many people who would die;
For his death, this is reason why.
James Thomas Horn
Norview High School, Sophomore
Norfolk, Virginia
Wrote this after seeing the movie Tom Horn and was 15 years old
just after my dad was killed on
the Aircraft Carrier Intrepid.
Categories:
bred, sad,
Form:
Couplet
When I tell people that my name is Justin Bred,
they think that I'm a hick with no brain in my head.
Everybody who I know thinks that I'm married to my sister.
When they see us together, they ask why they've never seen me kiss her.
When people hear my name, they falsely accuse me of incest.
Because of this misunderstanding, my life has become a mess.
Women slap my face and they call me sick.
Everybody believes that I'm an inbred hick.
I'm sick of having to tell everybody that I'm Justin Bred, not just inbred.
If you ask me how long I've been married to my sister, I'll cut off your head.
Categories:
bred, funny, humor, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Why won't mama go to bed
Said Ned to Freddy Flake
I don't think she has been fed
There must be some mistake
Freddy gives to Mama Eddy
Children for her sake
Eddy lives for Papa Freddy
And their home to make
Sunny, Honey, and Baby Bunny
Still flip with joy for back rubs
Funny Sunny, said that Honey
Likes to drip in bathtubs
Dizzy brothers, Doug and Dan
Are driving Papa crazy
Busy mothers never can
Do much when dad is lazy
Freddy fried the fish he caught
That Eddy wouldn't buy
Teddy tried the dish for naught
And flung the head goodbye
Teddy's hummer flew by Freddy
Soundly striking sister Sunny
Freddy's dumber kid by Eddy
Never was profoundly funny
Eddy baked a scrumptious plate
Of cornbread just for Honey
Teddy staked a bumptious trait
By stealing corn from Bunny
Bunny cried as Sunny tried
To wrestle Teddy's dish away
Sunny sighed as Honey eyed
The plate with Freddy's fish filet
Teddy flew to Freddy's bed
To flee from Sunny bopping
Eddy knew that Teddy's head
Was free for Bunny hopping
Eddy bagged a loaf of bread
To save the best for Neddy
Freddy snagged the loaf instead
To feed that dumb oaf Teddy
Teddy tried the loaf of bread
And offered thanks to Freddy
Freddy lied because he said
He bought the loaf for Teddy
Eddy claimed he was misled
The bread was made for Neddy
Teddy blamed his mom instead
And threw the bread at Eddy
Eddy stirred the plot again
But didn't doubt that day
Freddy heard a lot and then
He watched her drive away
Eddy drove from all the drama
Leaving Fred and Teddy too
Teddy dove to catch his mama
And the bread that Bunny threw.
Categories:
bred, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Why should the streets of a city,
the numbers more or less right
come back in a dream on a night
removed from the past by sixty-
five years? In the newspaper days,
I knew the numbers by heart.
Why did I not follow charm’s art-
ful lead through love’s vexed maze?
Why does dust and heat still rise
from archives of sleep? Did my eyes
not once open to light upon farms?
Did lovers not pledge to face all harms
and enter new homes after wars
on new streets, new numbers on doors?
Categories:
bred, dream, loss, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Soldier Born and Bred
He was an honorable soldier born and bred,
Who into big battle many soldiers had led;
With great honor and full of much dignity;
We are here now to experience his eulogy.
Cold casket by a draped flag was covered,
And high overhead an eagle had hovered;
Twenty one shots rang through the air;
Soldier's soul now was no longer there.
From here to heaven his soul has gone,
And with each day there is a new dawn;
Stars shine brightly and glow everywhere;
God is there treating us with much care.
From the grave site we slowly would leave;
God in heaven His soul is sure to receive;
To exist and God are always by His side;
There where God wants us all to abide.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
bred, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Couplet
An American Born and Bred
Have heard with pride many people say,
They love America and here will stay;
In front of house, is a flag that flies,
Under Carolina clear and bright blue skies.
So this poem with you want to share
And treat country and flag with care;
Give it much honor and also praise;
Even if raining or sunny, shiny days.
Do love them both like a small boy,
Who everyday plays with his toy,
We bought which was a drum;
America is where he has been from.
Born and bred to be a brave American,
And no matter what, will remember when,
He enlisted with eloquence when he said,
Always keep a flag folded under my bed.
Each morning will take it out with me,
So whole neighbor can clearly see,
My respect for God, Country and flag;
Brought one more in my lunch bag.
Categories:
bred, patriotic,
Form:
Couplet
They crossed
a Nursery Rhyme
with Dr. Seuss …
What did they get?
~ Mother Goose!
Categories:
bred, nonsense, silly,
Form:
Light Verse
Strange creatures we are,
Like lemmings at dawn.
From the failing stars,
To sunrise at morn.
Categories:
bred, life
Form:
Couplet
Once there was a little monkey bred in a zoo.
The only place that it ever knew.
happy and joyous dancing content where he grew.
Many came and went but it never cared the staring crew.
Once came a little girl carried by her mommy, gazing!
said looking at the monkey "look mommy it is so happy".
mommy took her closer and the monkey too felt something new.
It stopped its play and stretched for the girl to shake her hand.
The girl got scared, cried and screamed.
the nearer the monkey got, the louder the girl wept.
later when the girl left, monkey felt broken and lost.
It looked for a few days from its cage for the girl to come back.
never the girl returned, never the monkey danced ever again.
monkey got sadder, retrospection made it madder.
solitude gave him cancer and it finally died with anger.
Poor monkey bred in a zoo had a loneliest death of all.
Categories:
bred, loneliness, lost love,
Form:
Free verse