Best Bursted Poems
Max is mad at Molly
Samantha’s sore at Seth
Freida’s freaking out at Frodo
While Hobbits hold their breath
Jack jokes about poor Jill
She hits him with her pail
Humpty cracks open Dumpty
For drinking all his ale
Mickey Mouse and Minnie
They both make quite a scene
Playful Pluto gave her paw
and stroked her jumping bean
Rub is furious with Dub Dub
She has another man in his tub
His bubble has been bursted
So he scrubs Dub with a club
Cats in cradles cows and moons
Forks running away with spoons
Coyote catches the Road Runner
In the end we’re all Looney Tunes
Nothing makes us happy
Sticks and stones me oh my
Kryptonic grade destruction
Broken Superman can’t fly
The Beatles Battled Yoko Ono
Because she broke up the band
They sang ‘Give Peace a Chance”
a dream they didn’t understand
So I walk down to the River
John the Baptist please begin
Separate me from human nature
Cause I’m tired of our sin
When you exhale
Into my life
I become
Nothing more
Than
A bubble dweller
Sometimes you inflate
My dwelling with
gentle whispers
Of wind...
Increasing my self
Esteem with every
Every breath
I rely on you
For my
Habitat
But is this fair?
What if you're not
Conscious?
What if you
Forget
I live here?
What if you get
tired of blowing
Bubbles?
Will I
Cease to
exist?
Does my
happiness
depend on
The strength
Of your
Lungs?
I long to be
Free
Outside the transparent
Walls
Connected to
More than
Just you
At last my dwelling
Has bursted
I'm independent
Of you
Now you are
The proud owner
Of a bursted
bubble
Please morn me
And wish it wasn't
Over
Reload your
bubble making gun
Gently breath
In my solution
Until I pop
Find new life
For I am a bubble dweller
And you are
An engineer
Of bubbles
Sent from my iPad
Leaving home
To pursue a life
She bursted into tears
Like a detonated time bomb
And I felt I could split half
She drew me close
Her arms swallowed mine
It was a meaningful pose
The only reason of her fine
THE HUG
Words escaped her
But the messages were clear
From the bossom of her hug
'God loves you
As I do too
Let this be your shelter
Further and farther
Remember me always
In all your ways
Warm, wet , dry and cold
From my heart of gold
Achieve everything
I'll miss you'
I melted feet cold
I secured warmth
From the tea mug
For her assurance another hug
To ground her faith.
Her hands searched mine to hold
As I must go.
THE HUG AGAIN...
Gee Whiz
I ate a sandwich made of wurst
with four large beers to quench my thirst
because my clothing was of worsted
I was extremely hot and really thirsted
I drank some more and nearly bursted
I ran to the john to relieve my pain
I had to wait for I wasn't firsted
when it was free I hurriedly ran
the whiz came out like heavy rain
after relief I repeated the act
and then went home for another snack
©Ralph Sergi Contest
I struggled holding onto my tears,
My feelings kept pushing my hands,
Towards the sheet of emotions,
My pen kept bleeding the deeds of Africa.
Now pending down the deeds of Sierra Leone,
In tears, I struggled with my pen,
Capturing the source of these emotions,
I wrote with my face standing against my feelings.
Somewhere in Africa,
The lands were sprayed with gun's fire.
Hopelessly, they ran in confusion.
Starvation greeted them without mercy.
Their blood the peace of the land,
Rolling like an ocean.
The land bursted in pains and sorrows,
Giving birth to child soldiers.
Dark and slippery was her path.
Fearfully sucking out lives,
For the endless love for diamonds.
Enslaving the future of the land.
Out of the lake of blood,
They gather diamonds.
Lives flew out bodies like birds from the trees.
Babies sucking lives than vampire.
Out of the heart of Sierra Leone,
Mounted blood and pressure.
Spraying the street from it head to toes.
The act of intelligence, was the only way out.
The whites shadowed their condition,
Partnering with their diamonds heart.
The issue of confict diamonds,
Grew taller than the tower of London.
Child soldiers painting the land,
With blood and tears.
Pulling down the love of Africa.
The moon and the sun became enemies.
Death grew fear like monsters,
Spreading it aroma to the innocent.
In the shadow of death,
They were lost.
How painful it is?
Flashing their own blood,
For the love of diamonds,
Losing your blood to death.
"Go tell my parents,
They will see me no more,
I'm gone"
Was their daily song.
Cow ate cow's ,
Involving all attractors.
The cloud is dark,
Tears pulling down like rain.
On to the breeze that carry news,
I concluded the source,
Of the pains and sorrows in conflict diamonds,
That death is equivalent to blood Diamond.
She was tidying up the food store,
then soon a mouse appeared on a shelf.
"What a cuuuute lil thing....." she whispered.
So touched by it's white fur and pink nose,
that she called her husband from the sitting room.
He came, he saw, and searched for a baseball bat.
"I'm killing this pest!" he shouted, as he raised the bat.
His wife stood right in front of the mouse.
"If you gonna kill this cute, lil thing, you gonna pass
through me first!" she quipped.
Her husband was surprised to the core of his bone marrow,
that he sat on a stool close to him. He cupped his palms
on the bat, and lay his head on top of them.
"What are you thinking, Sweetheart?" she asked.
He looked at her as if he was seeing her for the first time,
and shook his head with dismay written all over his face.
"You love that mouse, don't cha?"
Her face became red with rage.
"Ok, so you want to kill this cutie because you're jealous?!
Ha! This is unbelievable! How can you believe I love it more than
I do love you??!!"
Her husband's face had slowly turned from dismay to utter
amazement.
Noticing the look on his face, she became angrier.
"Aha! Now you are chuckling in your heart because you don't
care at all!! You are still planning how you'll kill this innocent
creature, isnt it?!?!?"
"Honey, that's a rodent, ok?"
"Now you think I don't know what a rosent is?!?! I had an A
in Biology and had a scholarship to......never mind!!
Her husband bursted out laughing.
She had a blank look on her face.
"Sweetie, let's make it a pet....."
"Why didn't you say so before!!" she screamed, as she hugged
him, while seated on the stool.
"What name will we call it?" he asked.
"Hmmmmmm....... "Tommy!"
"Wha...what?! Your ex's name?! You're not serious!!
He treated you like a douche bag, and you still call out his name?!
She was enraged once again.
"One, it's just a name. Two, I'm not a douche bag!!"
For hours they argued from one point to the other,
as the mouse helped itself out with some dried corn....
As January starts to slowly unfold
each little bud turns into leaves
and winter is bursted away with
the sun's liquid gold.
The tree's silvery coat turns to a
lovely green and each rebirthed limb
stretches towards the sky's warmth
all lovely and lean.
The spider's web glissens bright
as the sun bounces off it's
delicate and bueatiful work of
light.
What a wonderful time of year
when all seems new and fresh
and all is dressed in it's season's
best.
Longing for the best;
moving east and west;
living for the money;
for a life sweeter than
honey;
Searching for answers;
questions for worldly
breakthrough;
Lost in the fantasy of life;
forgeting your purpose for
life;
Dignity, lost;
Self-Respect, Thwarted;
Past Achievements, Bursted;
Spirit of God, Departed;
all in the pursuit for
fortune and fame;
or just to be in the high
class and in the game;
Extinct are the partenal
advice;
In rapid growth are the
love for vices;
Saw it coming from the
onset;
was quiet, never wanted
an upset;
warnings came, as time
passed;
To the wind they all flew
like the flared gas;
Enjoying the moment at
mean time ;
It's a real good feeling, no
crime;
yet on the last day I
wonder;
will it be all worth it?, just
ponder........;
Now Pause;
Dont fuss;
its constant and will always
be;
Change!;
Timeless? Yes it is;
But ineffective on the last
day;
Dont delay, make the right
way;
Tweet @SirrVictor
There was a great businessman from Kyrgyzstan
that earned money extremely fast,
gone far ahead from Bill Gates, Donald Trumps and Lee Hant,
from Arabian sheikhs and Russian oligarchs,
sucked money from oil and gas tubes,
even the richest man in the planet, mister Putin,
who has created the Kremlin joint venture,
and others publics initiations quenched
belittled before him as Lilliputin,
even the Chineses multiple dragon billionaires,
walked and danced before him in the clouds and airs.
People just cannot to spend what he reward,
produce, accumulate and replicate
so it was the biggest problem for everyone
in his country, EU, US, Singapore and Philippines
and in Global stock markets
how save from tsunami of his cash, backs, euro, web money and other values and treasures
from various side bursted and overflowed
when he asked to all, pledged and crying
bring my money, credit and loan, please,
just for nothing I even add to your account and card
some extra bonus, discounts and grants
or present you mersedes, opel, sedan.
The poor great billionaire from Kyrgystan.
he earned money much faster than World spend and demand
finding out the sacred and mystic equation
and left and buried right in the center
of wealth producing, fountaining universe.
You might think that I just have sweethearts
That come from the United States
But that is where you are wrong
Because I have an international sweetheart too in Lilia Podkopayeva!
She comes from the country of the Ukraine
And really bursted onto the scene at the 1996 Games
Where she won three medals: two gold and one silver
And today she's another special sweetheart of mine.
I know you're probably asking how she became a sweetheart of mine
Well I will tell you the story behind her
It was that I was watching the Rock 'n' Roll Gymnastics Challenge
Of course, she was there performing
And I began to think of how "cool" it would be
To have an international sweetheart too
So my heart opened up and let my fourth sweetheart come in!
She became the first woman gymnast
Since another Ukrainian did it in 1972 named Ludmilla Turischeva
To be both the reigning World and Olympic All-Around Champion.
At only seventeen years old this young lady
Is also known as the "Queen of Gymnastics"!
Simply dispel the assumed notion of friendship and trust,
be stirred by this truth summoning a heavy morality cost;
in adolescence we bursted in laughter and gave spontaneous embraces,
it's very different now, distance has withered the smiles of tenderness.
Friends forget the ones that life forsakes, alone to confront their demise;
are we the ones who watch them struggle by hiding behind a thick wall...
instead of lending a hand and offer comfort when tragedy and illness strike?
And to prove our true friendship, we must stand by them whenever they fall!
I feel sorry for that one fighting fate without wearing a protective shield,
that indispensable armor to fend off adversities and win his many battles...
when nobody stands by him, and I rectify this injustice by defying his foes:
by coming forward, fighting side by side with him and be his defensive friend.
Friends forget the ones that life forsakes, the ones that shared all;
won't greed and idiocy show on their looks of pretentious pride?
Won't shame be smeared on their restless conscience as they appall
at their ingratitude by admitting the massive harm done inside?
dark they were
tanned from a thousand suns
gamma-burned
cross generat'd
double chromosomed
time meant nothing
bled out minutes in a cup
my double stares at me from Mars
etched into sand and time
blur and cast lensatic whoa
sharp telescopic view
panoramic whoopdeedoo
all my light focused pinpoint dew
cascades down deliberate holes
I fill them with concern and woe
over fill'd
bursted with eccentric cinders
and I wake to rough tongues
stray cats and regret
both licking my face
in cool dustbins
filled with rubbish
left behind in an alley
shedding retail and hope
and there's no sound
like rain on soiled concrete
and eons of starlight
fall on temporary hands...
Yes, I Remember Her Venomous Sting
The newfound rock the size of a baseball
I throw it into an angry window
To hear with bursted ear and see glass fall
This hunchback world what the hell does it know
People, crowding earth with their rabbled lives
Amidst this decay, this old dying heap
What of ones' life is happy, does it thrive
Or just a junkyard were rotten trash sleeps.
The newfound rock the size of a baseball
I am itching to throw and break something
Are my nerves frayed you ask, not at all
It is that I know the hurt of her sting.
The newfound rock the size of a baseball.
I throw it before supper mother calls.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
May 14th 1972
I know you hear them, calling loud, from the skies of hope they drive the wind,
manipulated like a puppet, the day has come, it has started now, right here we open our
eyes to the truth, mistaken one more time and dozens to come, how many days do you take to
realize you have come to the end of the road, they are coming fast, falling like rockets
and others are descending like leaders, the grounds are opening wide, lines with bursted
flames sparkling out the ground, I know you hear my voice now, I mourn the end to start
today, this demons are free, so many coming in seconds, thousands spread in just an hour,
jumping to millions, you kill one and six kills you, some kill with pleasures, others kill
with respect, blood and blood, splashing the walls, haunting the streets, they have
swords, axes, guns, bows, with anything they kill, they satisfied their million years
imprisoned in just 7 days, so much screaming, so many dead, body’s now make a sea on the
city, lights are reddish, some touches the living and make it rot in seconds, the day no
longer shines hateful flames, only red poisoned fog, killing anyone who breaths it,
calling the skies, executing little children’s, playing with them like prototyped dogs, we
deserve this, we won this hell, our life makes a straight line across the sea, no one to
hold, no one to call, the last thing you said to them is the last and that’s it, no more
chance to fix your sins, today you die, now that big mourn up in the skies, rising from
the long deep water dragons with bursting flame spiting out their mouth, no one to save
only yourself this time, I can hear you cry, my god what I’ve done, my friends, family,
they die, I can hear them scream, with names, lots of pain and blood coming out of the
skies, I cant believe the god we killed would make this nightmare upon us...
The employee took out these pizzas and put them on desks at the hall. No sooner had the pizzas popped into the gofers' eyesights than seething salivas (imaginary or real) bursted out of their mouths, and subsequent scenes were a vivid illustration of how these mostly duplicitous gofers actually preferred adversaries' cold comfort to their own leader's hot air, exactly through their relinquishment of proper positions one after another in a short while. Miraculously, throughout the corridor, both up and down the stairs, all around the SCIF site, pervasive predominance was handed over by previous hustling, hectoring, harangue and huffishness to straightaway slurp, maundering, digression and dissipation.
Uptight mobile devices, boldly swayed and swirled by their respective handlers as flagrant confidentiality solicitors, shifted their universal characteristics from fussy flash and light to monotonous darkness and dormancy before slipping back into each pocket, together with carefully or cursorily recorded footages. The storm receded so fast that Hauptman Mutt Gaets could find favor with no timely niche to set in any redemptive steps. He turned to preparations for media slot instead, in hope of smoothing out the unanticipated anticlimax.