Best Cads Poems
First there was oblivion, before emptiness began
Then everything grew from a (dot) and so forth into man
Using reverse extrapolation, large brains, and a plan
Intelligent beings worked this out, as only they can
Logic itself explains two plus two, if you do the math
Belief invokes a loving god, yet threatens words of wrath
Philosophy brings wisdom, but follows different paths
They all leave unanswered questions, and I don’t accept that
Some say why bother, ultimately we will all expire
Life doesn’t need reason, it’s a cosmic quirk we acquired
No creatures besides few humans, actually inquire
To what the fu*k is going on, driving me to great ire
Here on a rocky planet, in no mean region of space
Between infinite voids, our very own goldilocks place
Nowhere else in this universe, does life emit a trace
Two trillion galaxies of numpties, til we showed our face
What makes us so special, all beings are made of stardust
We observe novas and quanta, build weapons that use thrust
Split atoms, launch rockets, measure time, use tools to adjust
The apex of life, not out of choice, more because we must
Our task may seem absurd, whatever compels us is not
A universe seeks a god, and we’re the best eyes its got
Who else figured reality, grew from a tiny (dot)
And we will stop at nothing, to see past fate as our lot
Now we’re becoming gods, creating A.I. in the lab,
A logical next step, for robotic fingers that grab
No doubt will kill and rebel, try putting us on a slab
Exactly like we strung up Jesus, in one foul backstab
Oh who would be man, his intelligence driving us mad
Capable of loving deeds, only every bit as bad
Aberrations by design, or infused by E.T. cads
What the fu*k is going on, again what the fu*k, I add!
05/31/23
W T F got an N/A Doh!
As a mother with no other,
I stand alone but I am as soild as a stone.
With my children there is only love,
They were sent from above.
I thank God for them every day,
He is is always there to show me the way.
I wished so much their fathers were dads,
They just turned out to be cads.
If they only knew the love they gave away,
they might have stayed.
What they lost was my gain and there is no pain.
I have no regrets as I put her hair up with barretts.
I love them and they love me and that is the way it will always be.
A scourge on subways is the guy
Whose legs are widely splayed
So those who want to sit won’t try –
They’re shy or just afraid.
His manspread takes two seats at least
As if it is his right,
Though others think this selfish beast
Is more than impolite.
The MTA*’s creating ads
To focus on these guys,
Though likely such obnoxious cads
Will never compromise.
I wish I had the kind of nerve
To challenge such a man
And give him what he does deserve –
A kick right in the can!
*Metropolitan Transit Authority
"Dreamy Cadillacs"....COLOURFICATION
Decided one Sunday afternoon to indulge in something I love!
Being "Olde School" with an "e" and a Cadillac classic car buff.
I went to this show and was blown away by all the "Cads" I did see!
I'll describe some of them to you! Come take this journey with me!
The first to drop my jaw was a '50's turquoise El Dorado!
Just when I thought I'd seen it all there was a Brougham that was indigo!
By now I am reeling! These cars are quite the sight to be seen...
"Oh No!!!.... Are you kidding me?, that '60's Coupe De Ville is tangerine!"
Once again, I am in a daze by what just caught my sight...
a '77 Eldo Biarritz that is seashell and malachite!
Ok, I was in love and in Heaven and "OH WOW!"....don't you know,
there was a '68 Fleetwood De Ville that was platinum and fandango!
"Stick a fork in me! I'm done!", I said! I was ready to pack it in!
When I turned around, there it was!....Another Eldo that was aureolin!
"Ok get me a stretcher!"...I needed something to lie down on!
There was a '74 Cadillac hearse that was the beautiful color of fawn!
Now although this was not a classic, it was decked out and beautifully made-
the best for last at the end of this journey was a rosso corsa Escalade!
WTA-IV 3/12/2016
"Dreamy Cadillacs"
for COLOURFICATION Contest by Silent One
Turquoise, Indigo, Tangerine, Seashell, Malachite,
Platinum, Fandango, Aureolin, Fawn, Rosso Corsa
*With some of the truly eloquent winners already submitted,
this was a fun challenge*
To the North, South, East, and West...
Geniuses are lost in the jaunty jewels of rakish cads,
The hazard morsel palaver allot odium on idioms...
Rankle virulent mishmash wheeze addle chagrin jives,
Loosing a volley of expletives ordure waft charmed oafs,
Self-iniquity gull maven heresy when blighted wizardry jinxes,
Ticklish cynic infidel swindle dupe cozen duress...
Squall patois and whammy sham schemas wriggle hoaxes,
Charlatans and hoodlums melange to dunce vows,
A shyster unquiet quivers with jester gestures now...
Semi-sacrilege vitiate and endemic jargon raze imps,
This collides as a white energy as dolt hooligan knaves beget...
Colloquial bilge putrefy, the rascals soon flatter us,
Bollix of potpourri lingo wanes to tutelary tongues,
Harlequin coercion argot musical novellas in history,
Pray our shifting shrapnel of karma, varnish boor minds,
Erstwhile, live grenades made of better lives are unvanquished as they are
thrown by unsung heroes into the North, South, East, and West,...amen...
Family Line
We each stand in one long line.
Back to Adam all Mankind.
The line is precious to our hearts;
Though it consists of many parts.
Country, race, and next of kin.
It is our future, and where we've been.
All riders on some cosmic bus;
Who are these folks that make up us?
If Grandma was a Nubian Queen;
Stranger things are often seen.
Veterans of perhaps a thousand wars;
Past Generations, just thus far.
Doctors, Lawyers, Indian Chiefs;
Murderers, rapists, cads, and thieves.
All stand behind us, and that's fine;
We're standing in our family line.
Why should we notice? What's the worth?
Of noticing our time on earth?
The line's a circle don't you see?
It stretches round eternity.
Look brightly and don't think it odd.
The line begins and ends with God.
I was always the little guy,
Picked on for my size,
Pushed and prodded in the halls,
Cowered to nothing by their calls,
They threw rocks at me every day,
So I would leave early on my way,
And wore two coats with hoods,
Rocks only striking when I stood,
Sometimes they'd throw boulders,
And they glanced off my shoulders,
And then I would come back in pain,
With yesterdays tear stains,
Once they crippled me for days,
Hitting my legs, oh what pains,
But then my dad took me in,
And I grew into a young man,
And two years later I returned,
And now the tables were turned,
You see I grew a foot taller,
And no longer was I smaller,
I visited those who threw stones,
And none of them had grown,
As I did those past two years,
And I couldn't pay back the tears,
For I knew their sudden plight,
They were too small to fight,
But they soon left my brother alone,
This was the gift I gained from stone,
So from bullied to protector I moved,
And the little ones all approved,
Of the new big friend they now had,
And how I stopped those bullying cads.
the madman stands
with clutching hands
and shakes Eliot’s geranium
what you hold
has been foretold
but he just stared distantly
at the void
and a vacuous comment
slipped like mist
over the trees, the height
of conversation
- such a vacuous nation –
fools, cads and in moral poverty
what does the future hold?
or does it just shake
the geranium?
what have you been told
of days of old?
it’s the day of new
where hope serves few
.Inspired From Sapper French's Diary from April 23. 1916
"Come On Over Fritz"
Rain like a shower down my back off a thin wooden lath
It’s cold and miserable unlike the remembered welcome hot bath
Air so bad we cannot breathe, today don’t feel much like taking this path.
Gas bombs are falling a thick yellow cloud is rolling our way.
Pray God the wind catches and sends it astray.
Thank God no gas lungs for us today…
We used the same trick as miners with a canary bird to test for gas
But we caged a mouse instead to test the air if it died we would not pass
We got sick, but the mouse survived, oh telling us; what an ass.
Got a cut upon my leg, the doctor says it’s septic
What a relief a hospital bed, lots of company, analeptic
I though this war was right, now I’m becoming a sceptic.
Back in the field scores of bodies lying dead
Personalities cut down stuck in mud ahead
Blood bath, bodies everywhere we tread.
Walking in water up to our knees without ease
Found water cress, so good with bread and cheese.
A little comfort, although not much sitting in this bise.
It’s strange something simple like finding water cress
Can give us an unsophisticated pleasure in this gory mess
Eating and drinking, amidst body parts - no less.
But we had to do what we could with for every inch we could gain
How the mighty fall the Germans came to our trench of mud and rain
With grenades, daggers and bayonets – most stayed, face down; slain.
A huge German solider was patched up by our own lads
An older man with a scratch; reminded us all of our dads
It’s remarkable we fight and kill, yet untold efforts to mend these cads.
August the tenth a strange day a German stuck his head over the barbette
One of our boys called out “Come on over fritz” as if he did it for a bet
Fritz relied in perfect English “no blooming fear” happy just to have met.
After the respite of banter back and forth
New orders went out to be followed henceforth
Anyone talking to the enemy would be arrested thenceforth.
Entered into Mark Toney's
Poetry Marathon mile 7 contest
Emma Rutledge
1876-1914
Greetings my friends,
From this forgotten frump,
This long-dead girl who now haunts
This yawning ghost garden here.
In life, my tongue tasted many terrible lies;
All just worthless words from men,
Men I’d just as soon see dead
While I was alive still.
Just as soon see them buried deep in the dirt,
One after the other,
Here in these fragrant acres of hard silence.
One might think that a smart girl like me,
Might have learned a thing or two,
While breathing still;
Learned that the proffered promises
Of erstwhile cads about town,
Had as much value and reliability
As a sucking sandpit!
But ladies, pray tell my friends,
You know all too well what I speak of!
We all know of their irresistible charms,
And we all know of their universal mendacity!
Even now, damn them all!
“Stay away from me! Stay away!”
But alas, there is some consolation,
Some slight soulful comfort,
Here in this yawning ghost garden;
Here beyond the spiritual membrane:
They are all sleeping now, sleeping
Sleeping as motionless as bears sleep,
Deep, deep in the icy twilight
Of forgotten existence.
The Age of Consent was once ten
To ensure there were virgins for men
But young girls love candy
Which cads have kept handy
Since Mary of Magdalene
Now the Age of Consent is 16
With virgins nowhere to be seen
On an iPhone screen
Obscene is routine
As girls document coming clean
With no age tattoo to impress
Her age is anyone's guess
Though less than oblesse
To avoid redress
Just film her head nodding, "Yes"!
Ive drafted this with all my heart
Hoping you will accept and read with all your heart
Let me start by telling you who you are
You are the only one whom I love
Your heart isn't as black as tar
Therefore you are the right person to get my love.
Yes, I know you aren't believing this
But as you finish reading, you will believe
I wasn't able to tell you this
Because I didn't have the courage and chance
But now, I have a little courage
I dont wanna call you 'dear'
I wanna call you 'my valentine'
I have an indefinable affection for you, yes YOU!!
And God knows why
Please dont blame me, because it's you
Who made me fly.
Have you ever noticed that I run out of words
When talking face to face with you, angel?
Don't listen to those cads
I wanna show you the right romantic way, my girl.
I love everything about you, internally and externaly
Please understand me
I love you wholeheartedly
Everything you want, tell me
I love you extra gorgeous lass
Hope you have understood
When Sis and I were growing up--
I, nondescript; Sis, beauty queen—
she won the crowns and wowed the guys.
Me? I was on the Quiz Bowl Team.
Some handsome guys befriended me.
They came to me for sound advice,
revealing just what made them tick.
They trusted me—I was so nice.
Though Sis is smart in many ways,
she still can’t see through men’s facades.
Her heart gets broken when she finds
some guys, in truth, are cads and clods.
Date: December 31, 2019
Contest Title: She Inspires Series KH placed 3rd (premier contest)
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
January 29, 2020, entered in Strand Special 9
Hither and thither and yon
Is a place where all cads belong
An internet tweet
Records their deceit
To haunt them their whole life long
Ive drafted this with all my heart
Hoping you will accept and read with all your heart
Let me start by telling you who you are
You are the only one whom I love
Your heart isn't as black as tar
Therefore you are the right person to get my love.
Yes, I know you aren't believing this
But as you finish reading, you will believe
I wasn't able to tell you this
Because I didn't have the courage and chance
But now, I have a little courage
I dont wanna call you 'dear'
I wanna call you 'my valentine'
I have an indefinable affection for you, yes YOU!!
And God knows why
Please dont blame me, because it's you
Who made me fly.
Have you ever noticed that I run out of words
When talking face to face with you, angel?
Don't listen to those cads
I wanna show you the right romantic way, my girl.
I love everything about you, internally and externaly
Please understand me
I love you wholeheartedly
Everything you want, tell me
I love you extra gorgeous lass
Hope you have understood