Best Caption Poems
Toilet Bowl Committee (aka: Uptown Hood)
A lavatory confinement
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If you want to moderate this place, pick up the pace
From the mouth down to the @$$
Your so called kind has no class,
Fed by these political rejects, never elected for what was!
No matter,
They wipe their assets clean with our dreams
Forgetting to wipe their own toilet seats clean
Trying to make us feel dirtier than scat
Feeding off our paper when their toilet bowl water level is low
Toilet bowl PO-poes, wiping without dental floss
Missing everything in between reality
Trying to be kind, saying "One Day We'll Be Good Enough!"
Offering their Golden Plunger,
straight from the Home Depot shelves
No Thank You! My plunger a true gift from Mr. Wal-Mart himself
Next time you feel the need to offer a reference point
Please caption your name when you drop by,
Rinse thoroughly when speaking my name,
Then I will listen when you talk civilized
Correct my punctuations and spelling errors
The weakest trait you wear
You are no Prophet, just white tissue turning brown
Your Justification comes from old dry grapes falling from the vines
Ridicule will never give you the respect, for what you are!
We, the few poets from the hood,
overpower any change you offer Goodwill
Crumbling and flushing what does not meet your standards
Trying hard to force feed us soup, without giving us bibs
Thank you
Toilet Bowl Committee
For clogging up my drain with your bull$h!T
By: Keeping it Real (The Downtown Hood)
Date: 12-15-13
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I'll hold this place for her loving faintly-
fragile, and tepid outer layer veils so thinly
a gorgeous core shining bright and quietly
Her eyes say more
than lips betraying her thoughts
as they swirl to intriguing depth.
I dive, plunge deeply-secretly
wading in thought's waters
loving the expanded borders
hidden beyond your rippled surface.
As birds singing, primp their rehearsed tune,
your diamond shines reluctant
from realities igneous tomb
I wan't to know the words she's trapped in blue
fluttering chests locked tightly when nervous
posture tells of something more.
Hushed often before, and muted now conditioned
to repress your heart...it's hard to breathe
as you selfconsciously hold your breath
Move those lips to mine
and whisper each trapped caption
your mind froze but never lost,
open the soul to feeling once more
like blood reddening air exposure
freeing the absence of feeling
...replaced with this tuned in euphoria
blaring melodies warm and familiar to our ears
*Inspired by Nathan's "Diamond in the Rough" contest
Before diving into the time machine for a nostalgic trip on my music video ‘Ring On My Line’ above, I invite you to read my preamble Sonnet below.
Ring On My Line -The Golden Era of Doo Wop, Retro Revival
If you've ever waited for a call that never came, ‘Ring On My Line’ will hit close to home. Take a trip back in time—no matter your age—into the golden era of Doo Wop and the boppy, haunting rhythms of the ‘50s and ‘60s.
This song captures the bittersweet romance of waiting by the phone, heart pounding with hope, wondering if that special someone will call. It’s a love story, where jukebox tunes filled the air, diners were the place to be, and every unanswered ring told a tale of longing.
So grab an ice-cream soda, turn up the volume, grab your partner, let nostalgia take over, and dance to the retro Doo Wop beat, you’ll enjoy it..
Note: You can also follow the lyrics by clicking on the CC (closed caption) on the video itself above our on my YouTube Channel
Beneath the silver hush of midnight’s sigh,
the quiet stars refuse to blink her name
Moon - You vigilant observer from above
Your indifference lingers just the same.
A drum with a hollow sound, my beating heart
each second stretched, each ring less second cold.
I strain to hear her verse, but none are found,
in the quietude of a glimmer not made whole.
Hope strains a fragile thread, pulled tight,
will love return, or do I wait in vain?
Time elongates the qualms I feel inside
Motionless yet its silence sparks my pain.
Oh, ringtone, let mercy find my ears,
or let me waft in love’s fickle fears.
Serenity – From Fall to Freedom
A Ballad of a fearless teenage girl takes on a dare at a dangerous skate park, soaring through the air before a devastating fall changes her life forever. Years later, now a young woman bound to a wheelchair, she finds herself caught between two worlds—the harsh reality of her injury and the limitless expanse of her imagination. As city lights fade into stardust, she drifts into a realm where she can move freely, unburdened by gravity, her spirit untethered. In this cosmic sanctuary, she floats beyond sorrow, releasing the ghosts of her past.
Yet, even in reality, she refuses to be defined by loss. Strengthened by love and resilience, she carves a new path forward proving that true freedom comes not from movement, but from the boundless power of the mind.
But where will her journey lead?
Lyrics
Note: You can also follow the lyrics by clicking on the CC (closed caption) on the video itself above or on my YouTube Channel)
In the sanctuary of sacred thoughts,
once more beyond the flickering line
where city lights bleed into starry skies
steel birds soar on winds sublime
Is it fated or forged by will alone,
choral voices sing
and sing to her alone
Serenity - Serenity
in an air of reprieve.
reality melts away,
where once deceived
She floats—
adrift in cosmic skies,
releasing ghosts
swift as they arise
To weigh her down - no jaded eyes.
a brand new world of stardust smiles
Awash in colours names defy.
celestial cosmos of limitless sight
Will you grant her one more wish
eyes closed tight?
Sanction fantasy and reality's converge in flight?
Serenity - Serenity
In an air of reprieve.
reality melts away,
where once deceived
She floats—
adrift in cosmic skies,
releasing ghosts
swift as they arise
To weigh her down - no jaded eyes.
a brand new world of stardust smiles
She floats—
adrift in cosmic skies,
releasing ghosts
swift as they arise
To weigh her down - no jaded eyes.
a brand new world of stardust smiles
Awash in colours names defy.
celestial cosmos of limitless sight
Will you grant her one more wish?
eyes closed tight?
Sanction fantasy and reality's converge in flight?
Serenity – Serenity, Serenity, Serenity, Serenity
And I walk
across numerical figments
speaking hyperbole dialect to their imaginations.
Numb, blocky gaps
whisper invitation to secret club.
Enticing my stature
to belong
to become exponent’s side-kick.
So they can welcome me with open arms.
Coating my digits with inoperable tumors
double-knotted in hot pink laced bow
and baby-breath scent.
They even left a Walmart Rollback smiley face sticker
with crack residue on right cheek
and a comic-style bubble caption, “welcome home puppet”.
Yes!
This is exactly how Mother 1 told me it would be.
Kinda like marriage,
but less detail-oriented.
But, I could never fit in.
For I am neither positive
nor negative
about their (cult) ural ways.
Timing would always be off.
An arm from the clock that suffered a stroke at Midnight…
They’d never understand,
how they’d alter this unevenly, odd numerical figment.
For they’ll just calculate,
deduce,
my sum with rusty protractor.
This Zero, into a fraction...
© Drake J. Eszes
Your love for me is invaluable,
When I flash back I dwell in wonderland,
Your grace upon me is immeasurable,
I have nothing to give but praises and adoration;
My tongue is faster than my pen;
Thank you for being there for me.
The uncreated creator,
The immovable mover,
The unshakable shaker,
The uncontrollable controller,
The unbeatable beater,
And the unseen seer.
When diseases ravages like wide fire,
there I was and I survived,
When floods visited my community and
many lost their lives and properties;
There I laid and survived,
When the bus I traveled in was engulfed by fire,
I remained unhurt and unscathed,
When the wind of famine and malnutrition blew,
I stayed and my skin did not wither,
When I was captured by ritualistic people and
cannibals and placed in their dungeon,
I saw a beam of light and heard
a thunderous voice saying"come son",
I moved towards the beckoning light and voice,
and later found myself near a flowing stream.
I escaped,Oh! the Lord saved me.
Believe it or not,This is not fiction,
Though full of unbelievable allusion,
Whether you are an atheist with a caption,
The Lord almighty is full of compassion,
His grace is enormous without friction,
He did it for me and can do it for anyone;
Glory,honour,majesty be unto Him.
Forever!, will I give thanks unto Him.
5-6-2013
The artwork shows a
female gymnast balancing on a pile of rubble
on the side of a building damaged by Russian strikes
The graffiti artist posted three images
the piece Friday on social media,
with a simple caption reading "Borodyanka, Ukraine,"
using an alternative spelling for the town's name
Speculation had been mounting that
Banksy was in the war-torn country after a series of murals
appeared in Borodianka, located about 35 miles northwest of the capital, Kyiv
The town came back into Ukrainian control on April 1
returning residents found their houses ransacked and shops pillaged with windows broken and contents stolen
The letter "V" a symbol used by Russia's Eastern Military district in concert with the letter "Z" an emblem for Moscow's so-called "special military operation" was found painted on buildings, vehicles and checkpoints
Who's Banksy? Clues about the mysterious artist!
Slippery, provocative, mysterious Banksy, the British artist
whose identity is still unknown,
is considered one of the main contemporary street art icons
His art, many times satirical,
address universal issues such as politics,
culture or ethics
In the center of Los Angeles, an "unauthorized" Banksy’s exhibition,
dedicated to the enigmatic artist,
lets visitors dive into the controversial artistic universe
of the most influential creator of present time
Smile, little boy. It's only a picture:
a gateway to memories you shall
never seek.
A frozen frame of forgotten fear
from falling.
So, smile now as you will be watched
through aged eyes.
Show those teeth, and tell yourself:
"No time was enough to tame my
iron will.
I was, I am, and I shall be smiling."
Smile, little girl. It's only a picture:
A time machine to mother's cookies
attempting
to mask the taste of daddy's
goodbye.
A preserved photo of a perfect
princess.
So smile now and laugh away the
trials.
Smile, young lady. Smile.
The same smile that makes you
beautiful.
Smile, world. It's only a picture:
A time and place only we can choose
to relive again.
A lesson flash frozen and scribbled in
the history books for insurance of
our evolution.
So look back and smile at the
caption of our origins: A still frame
of ancestors captured in the midst of
candid mistake as to say:
"I reveal to and leave you the worst
of me for the better of future face,
and you shall do the same..."
So smile for the snap of a present
imperfection
And be temporarily ignorant and
shameful, but learn:
All the world's a background, and life
is but a never ending parable, with
the virtues improved upon, and the
vices remembered for wisdom.
So, smile, people, It's simply a
picture.
When I think back on the tattered pages of my life, I find so much sadness and
sorrow. But there was a time way back when life was truly perfect, before Susan
was killed by a truck walking home from school one winter day. She was six and I
was four and we were sisters who were loved very deeply. Our parents were
hardworking and wonderful to us. But that day changed everything, nothing was
ever the same.
I can remember quite far back, it seems amazing that I can recall being fed in a
high chair, the train was coming and I had to open my mouth. I can still hear
mother laughing when I got food all over my face. She liked to dress the two of us
like twins. I was big for my age and Susan was small for hers. We were adorable,
everyone said so. Many days we went for walks around the neighbourhood and
sometimes we played in this beautiful wooded park that had a pond with ducks
and swans. I remember we would put our feet in the cold water and shriek our joy.
Sometimes we went to the beach dressed in our blue satin swimsuits and
everyone said we were sweet with our shiny hair and of course, we adored the
attention. I recall going to a fair with games and rides. We had ice-cream and
candy floss and went on amusement rides. We especially loved the ponies. Once I
was photographed by the local newspaper with the caption, "tot enjoys the fair," I
still have that photo of me with a big candy floss in my face.
We had dolls and teddy bears and grandma gave us a real tea pot and cups to
to use for our tea parties in the back yard, she even made us peanut butter
cookies, oh, it was lovely. Dad made us a little table with two chairs and a cupboard
for our dishes. We would dress up in grandma's old hats and stuff and even invited
the cat, it is a beautiful memory. Then Susan died and I had two of everything
like clothes, teddy bears, dolls and toys. Life was never the same.
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March 31, 2015
Poetry/Prose/The Beautiful Days
Copyright Protected, ID 03-658-687-31
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, Golden Days,
sponsor, Rob Carmack, Judged 04/2015
10th Place
Our dog is relaxing for the first time in almost eighteen hours.
The interloper is finally gone.
She is so relieved; I have never heard her sigh this deeply and we have had her for seven years.
Yes, I am referring to the bulldog-pit bull mix puppy that has held us hostage and consumed
Our every waking thought for almost two days.
A heartless person kicked this puppy out onto our road on Thursday.
On Friday animal control said they would come and get her; but they did not come.
This dog, through no fault of her own, was dumped in the evening on a dark, desolate country road.
My road.
Featured once in a Kansas City magazine with this caption:
Donohoo Road, the most desolate road in Kansas City.
Nice huh?
Our porch is a war zone. This poor puppy that we tried to bring inside, but
Could not due to its adverse behavior toward our dog, and our dog’s incessant barking
Had to be outside for two nights.
Last night it rained all night.
Luckily, this strange little puppy commandeered the outside cat’s cozy bed.
Shark, the displaced cat slept in the garage’s first bay on a hard concreted floor, and was mad all night.
Did I say the porch is a war zone? Everything we left out there is in shreds – snow scraper, shoe,
Boot, gardening glove. This puppy somehow managed to chew an entire tennis ball down to a little
Pink center.
We are all so relieved it is gone.
My husband took it to the Humane Shelter and gave them a large donation for keeping it as they
Originally said they did not have room. When he told them the amount of our donation, they made room.
He said a lady picked up the puppy, and the puppy snuggled into her neck, and she will be warm tonight.
I hate animal-dumpers.
The awakening of the dawn like a butterfly busting through the cocoon.
The rhino's thyroid condition was exacerbated as the cheetah conflict
continued.
As I drank in and tasted the coolness of the water,
my eyes gazed upon the crocodile's welcoming smile,
the caption was split apart by the hyena's maniacal laughter,
As I breathed in the heinous adventure,
man what I would do for a cliff bar!
Billy Roberts from Germantown Pennsylvania, you are the planner of my trips
no longer.
I'm immersed in the baboon conflict much,
Cheetah's are too anxious and scared'
those crazy colored monkeys,
Always be constantly straight trippin,
I suppose its time to go snatch up a snow cone,
At least then i'll be heated up,
Suppose I'll meander down yonder over in the holler,
the Zoo will be closing soon,
Why is this peacock making a bead-line for me?
Get hence from me you beastly bird!
You Great White, who's sensed the blood in the water,
the kids are all laughing at me,
As I hang clumsily from this tree,
Screaming shrill and hoarsely for someone to come and save me,
I enmesh myself and become one with the tree,
Ya that's right devil-bird! walk away!
that's why they call me lizard lips,
I can hide from anything,
Wednesday will be my greatest day,
because it begins in W and ends in Y,
As I take in a deep relaxed breath and pinch my leg until my eyes begin to
adjust again,
The Bronx Zoo is no bueno,
Asta la Vista you toothy baboons
Ayo, Once upon a time...
Their was a young brave renegade
That would love someone solely than detonate
Than pick up the pieces and try to renovate
Just so he can runaway, and escape just to celebrate
He'd instigate and penetrate in almost anyway
He had no friends, cause they'd die, and souls would levitate
Always showed more love than hate, because he was his own medicaid
Only musically meditated, not truly educated but solely dedicated
To leave this world devastated, and "awe" within his presence
Cause I'll verbally murder peasants and it's not so pleasant
When this is their death sentence, Leaving them jealous
When they go to hell, and I'm attending the heavens
But the thoughts of you snap me right back
To the love and adolescence trapped behind a time gap
It's like I took a nap to relax and pass these lonely facts
But I got passed it, and regained my own passion
Passing by my own patronized actions
Probably now just pacifying and laughing trying to imagine
Why I was so maddened, I'm like a wolf blowing down pigs cabins
I'm the captain shooting lyrical cannons trying to capture the captive
The caption to the story is "Aladdin's reconnection with his Jasmine"
But it's forever lost, cause life it's not magic
It's just a tragic damaged planet filled with only havoc
Happiness is riddled upon his own sadness
Please move on to section 2!
You respond to the call twenty-four hours a day,
you lock up criminals, showing them crime doesn’t pay.
You make our communities and neighborhoods safer,
our chances to live peacefully are a whole lot greater.
You risk your life by simply wearing your uniform,
but risking your life daily is pretty much the norm.
You seldom receive credit for your heroic acts,
I am telling the truth and I am stating the facts.
A firehouse alarm sounds, breaking the night’s silence,
as for the number of casualties, you are left in suspense.
The Dispatcher says, “Apartment complex fully involved,”
the issue of being short-staffed has yet to be resolved.
First alarm out and you’re the first on the scene,
from a window above you hear a faint woman’s scream.
Without thought you rushed into the apartment,
you successfully saved a life with little time spent!
Accident with victims, a man and his wife,
you saved their lives with your “jaws of life.”
You are an innocent bystander that springs into action,
“Civilian Saves Lives” read the newspaper’s caption.
You have the tough task of keeping the country safe for us,
I was once in the service so it is easy for me to discuss.
I mentioned you last but you are certainly not least,
you are the main reason we live free and in peace.
You save people’s lives and you don’t even know them,
I am thanking you all with this inspirational poem.
Where your courage comes from nobody knows,
but to me you are all “modern day heroes.”
The sun now sheds tears,
Making the sky, less fenced
Inputting in me, strong hell
Harvesting on earth, ill sense
I was a snapping camera,
Now I am the major general
Making the problem my sitting throne
Housing with me, odious loans
I advise with great caption,
Making you believe my fake action,
And causing your heart to be well textured
The pains now are not to be mere mentioned
If your heart was a ball,
Then I have kicked it to the wall
If joy was water,
Then I have stained it with what I utter
You say, "love is blind"
Now it has gotten your heart dined
Now I made you sit and cry
Cry and you hope to see the light at last
I have caused your heartbroken,
Afflicting and making you more sodden
Now I miss you and even your cuddles
I plead, yet it seems like great mumbles
It is all my fault,
But I waited and fought
Yes I said your heart tastes like salt
Now it seems Peter prays for more preys
It seems I am here to prey
Forgiveness, at last, I pray
Your heart, have I slain
Your trust, have I stained
Our beginning was a tale
Its future bills were my taste
The presence now is so much a distaste
I hope to grant you peace at the tail
I have caused you, a lot of havoc
Hindering down, all your handwork
Putting you in a detrimental plight,
Now you hope to see the light
To you now, I am a Jericho
To my territory, you are the feitico
All of these, a nightmare scenario
I wish to wake up from such an impure role
At first, your heart I proposed,
State of Tranquility is supposed
Happiness, we hope to uphold
But now, our love is dearly opposed
I have made wet the floor,
Now I must be at fault
Happiness, I hope to bring forth
Although, I promised but I flopped
I fought, now I broke my limbs
My wisdom to you now dims
Now you look at me and my sins
And say, "I shouldn't have loved you the way I did"
Narwhal And A Narwhal
Saw the caption of a narwhal and reflected over it
A room for warrior community of north India in poesy?
Was intrigued by the chosen name yet slept over it
It remained there like my mocking mirror
Tweaking me to gear up to put on my armour
Held my quilled sword charted out my action plan
Learnt what a narwhal is, its modus operandi of survival
Its images made me burst into a gregarious laughter
Its poems created a ripple of sorts to tickle my bones
Narwhal and a narwhal for sure are clones!
One in the Arctic and the other in Asia
One underwater and the other on earth
One looks like a whale the other a whale of a heart
The arctic has a toothy tusk grown out of head
The asian has a tusky sword round his waist
The tusk dives deep into frozen water
The sword dives deep into the betrayer
Both the clan protectors live in pods
Attuned to honest truths and energised in empathy
A smooth exterior unless the hierarchical swords are clanging
A unicorn and a grower of corn gormandize on fishy delights
The mythical spirit and the earthly spirit
Embody healing power and if unloved
These loveless souls die in captivity
October 8, 2015
Contest: Impress Me With A Narwhal Poem
Sponsor: Skat A
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