Best Carry Off Poems
Distant prayers echo through a lilac sky
light flickers brilliantly in angelic eyes
a yellow crocheted blanket falls to the floor
and a growing heart winks inside.
Kindness breeds kindness in a precious heart
and a kindred spirit lifts and flies free.
helping our fellow man in need
forgiving selfishness and greed
Open up your heart and mind
another child feeds a hungry soul
for one who loves to love, the greatest
blessing of all, is seeing the one you love, love
Whisper soft into the night my dire want
let the rains wash down a growing grace
carry off grandeur into a sequel led estate
as a simple smile adorns a very humble face
Satin streaks of sun filter her golden ray
and with a glimpse of beauty float away
Tiny floret
precious floret
carry off my dreams
to bountiful fields of white
where innocence plays
on a sun shiny day
Breeze
glorious breeze
carry her free
show her angelic heights
amid visions of white
pointing towards
star cover nights
Tiny floret
the daisy has called
share your petals
with the world
let go my guiding hand
surround yourself in splendor
and with the new dawn shine
Arggh me hearties! We're takin' a long-awaited vacation!
Th' enchantin' isles uv th' Caribbean is ar final destination!
Hoist th' Jolly Roger an' them billowin' sails an' let's git 'er underway!
Th' Spanish Main is ripe fer pillagin' so let's git thar without delay!
Ye signed on fer this here little cruise knowin' I runs a very tight ship.
Ye do yer jobs, don't complain an' don't ye dare give me any lip!
Ye'll git three squars a day an' yer daily tot uv rum as well.
An' I 'spect ye ta stick wit' me tho' we may ketch almighty hell!
Now if'n we happen ta meet a sloop er two upon th' boundin' main,
Ah'll 'spect ye ta wield yer swords an' cause th' scoundrels pain!
Jes' keep in mind that ye'll share in th' booty that we acquire,
An' I promise ye a proper burial at sea if'n ye should expire!
Arggh me maties! Ah'm anxious ta run me fingers thro' them pieces uv eight!
An' git me paws on them thar island beauties! Aye! I kin hardly wait!
Ye! Up thar in th' crow's nest! Keep a sharp lookout fer any ships at sea!
An' ye fellers on th' deck aim them cannons true when ye hear "far!" frum me!
Ah don't reckon that we'll be received as welcome guests in any port,
An' them wily natives will 'ave thar guns aimed at us frum ever' fort!
But if'n ye keep yer swords honed an' yer blunder busses' powder dry,
We'll carry off thar wimmin an' swag as we wave ta them goodbye!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 9 in Paula Swanson's "A Tale o' Pillagin'" Contest - July 2010
So what's your status,
Nimbostratus?
Are you here to stay, like old Aunt Gladys?
- To rain and rain until we're glad it's
Not for you to own the day,
But eventually must fade away
Before the steady strugglings of the sun
Which must break through once they've begun
To tear apart your greyish gloom
And give the sunlight proper room
To push along those friendly, fluffy clouds
Through blue skies where you're not allowed.
So go thy way, ignoble cloud!
Carry off that misty shroud
Below which you have so confined us,
And let us put thy wet behind us
And revel in the newborn sun,
It's warmth welcome to everyone.
You overstay your station here
Far beyond what would appear
A decent spate of soft rainfall;
Your prescence doth begin to pall
When you hover close from day to day.
All caught beneath wish you away,
And confer on you non-gratis status,
O aggravating nimbostratus!
The sock monster climbs up the waste pipe
And into your washing machine
He’ll hide up in a corner
To ensure he can’t be seen.
Then when you put you clothes in
And you’ve set the washers clock
He’ll dive into your washing
And select a single sock.
This special prize, he’ll carry off
To his secret monster lair
And share this tasty morsel
With his monster wife so fair.
© John W Fenn 03-12-2008
Form:
To hell with them! I never think of them
I forget they exist, until I spot them
Then I get mad!
Oh yes, I loathe them so, as much as I do roaches
I loathe them so much I feel like screaming
I wish I could urinate colonies of them off a log just for kicks
I never cared about their infinite diligence
They don't work for me anyway
And they sure don't work with me
I don't care that they carry off crumbs
That break off my bread. They continually invade
My home, overstaying their welcome.
They invade my pantry to suck honey and sugar
They snake across my countertop when they smell the aroma of spilt coffee
I always spray them dead, but they eventually come back two-fold!
I hate that they're too tiny to see from a distance
I take pleasure in crushing them under my thumb
Crawl far out of sight, you unsightly irritants!
And please, stop coming back for sweets!....
A Rant Poetry Contest/Winner(9th Place)
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Date written and posted: 08/30/2016
Distant prayers echo through a lilac sky
light flickers brilliantly in angelic eyes
a yellow crocheted blanket falls to the floor
and a growing heart winks inside.
Kindness breeds kindness in a precious heart
and a kindred spirit lifts and flies free.
helping our fellow man in need
forgiving selflessness and greed
Open up your heart and mind
another child feeds a hungry soul
for one who loves to love, the greatest
blessing of all, is seeing the one you love, love
Whisper soft into the night my dire want
let the rains wash down a growing grace
carry off grandeur into a sequel led estate
as a simple smile adorns a very humble face
My favorite wild animal is
as strong as Hulk Hogan
and eats fresh quail.
She is as strong as
Chuck Norris, and Rocky,
and they fly faster than mail.
My favorite animal makes a
hungry cheetah look unnaturally slow.
He conforms into a aerodynamic
teardrop when he hunts below.
My favorite wild animal is
a dark bird of prey,
who makes quick strikes.
When mice and rats
and small birds watch them
carry off their friends,
they yell "Yikes!"
Clocked at 242 mph
they are the fastest
wild animals on earth.
The mama
peregrine falcon
reproduces in litters
of three or four eggs,
30 days until birth.
They are located everywhere
except the rain forest,
New Zealand and the poles.
Hungry foxes would
love to catch these white-faced,
yellow-eyed creatures, but they're too slow.
Peregrine's enemies
are the bald eagles,
great horned owl, and the hawks.
They were eating
carrier pigeons in France,
and lots of Frenchmen squawked.
Their natural color is
black and gray;
they strike so quickly, and on time.
They've been off the
endangered list since
August 25th, 1999.
If you ever see a teardrop
shape dropping toward you
swiftly from the sky,
Check your pockets
for fresh quail.
If it's not there,
you're going to die.
written May 12, 2018
Lockdown over, I had to head to school
my pupils waiting to learn the golden rule
I got ready and put on that mask
following the health protocols is a must
How would I each word articulate?
and those whole lessons explicate!
***
Principals in their towers have their say
and teachers, Skills For Life, have to convey
So eager to see my pupils and join the classroom
no time to spend with colleagues in the teachers room
Just virtual wishes.. Love and hugs
and the joy of all the social media tags.
***
I looked weird, in need of a breathing space
with that mask and my glasses, nothing remained of my face!
High time I proceeded with the warming up
avoiding to preach or give a negative heads up
A perplexed look in my pupils eyes I could see
a strong desire to build in them a motivational esprit
***
Nothing has changed, me doing all the talking
in day dreams they seemed to be sinking
My voice in the void echoed, "am I speaking Chinese?
I'm afraid, these are but the English language abcs!"
'If you can't turn the page, burn the book'. "Would you please paraphrase?
not all at once, please, one at a time as always!"
***
"Sorry teacher, we didn't bring our textbooks"
I was maddened but they got nothing from my looks
"Teacher, isn't burning books wrong and bad?!"
I felt deeply disappointed but could nothing add!
I see you've been learning English off by heart!
and with revision you've torn your minds apart!
***
We are wise and curious, teacher! glued to our smart phones
learning from Peaky Blinders.. Breaking Bad.. and Game of Thrones!
I thanked God I was wearing that shielding mask
I could resist my rage and carry off the teaching task.
To my pen, a deep gratitude for such a relief
such a consuming task could make funny and brief.
the notes carry off
passing in pace together
sounds twist in the air
I’ve never learned to tie a scarf
Which makes me quite the fool
‘Cause scarves can make an outfit
Look both chic and really cool.
I stare at women sporting them
Tied in a jaunty knot
And wonder what it is they have
That I just haven’t got.
My mother never taught me
How to carry off, with flair,
A swath of silk around my neck,
So suave and debonair.
What isn’t in our wheelhouse,
Even if it could be taught,
Likely never would be something
We would seek if never sought.
It's passing strange;
I never liked bees very much.
--thought them ugly, mean and hazardous.
But now they disappear,
together with the crops dependent
on them to survive. My sentiments
have crossed the battlefield and joined
a more quixotic enemy--one who feeds me
first, then falls away to sacrifice his sting,
his life, and his creative sweetness.
I cannot celebrate. Belatedly it is
the Charleston I hear
that echoes that ironic requiem
my brothers sang and danced to--
that burlesque of rhyme that mocked
our noble insect friend.
(We didn't know just what we do!)
We and our "beekeepers" made
a travesty of enterprise to raid
the hives and carry off the fruits
of all the buzzing, patient labor
from the little guys who wanted just
to leave a happy nursery
before they died.
It seems the lords above the hives
don't keep them very well at all.
The makers of insecticides still forge ahead
in competition with themselves,
their killing wares more perfect each successive year
while in another room they play with genes
to introduce a super flower;
how sweet!
Such are the blessings of democracy.
OUr fuzzy friends still fall
upon their hairy knees, then rise
to buzz a hymn of thanks to
all the plutocratic giants enabled
by the ballot boxes, spilling out
their "yes" to corporate power.
Or do you question that?
~
A midnight pearl awakes me from my slumberous sleep
Deep within my psyche a waking poem begins to creep
Climbing from my earth bound mind the words begin to seep
Many have said, beware my dreams, as strange things have oft been released
Last week bespoke a volcano demon that rained embers upon our house
A storm devil once arose, attempting to carry off our old farmhouse
This week I feel the energy of an earthquake god, as he tries to venture forth
Our basement trolls, him perchance to rebury, are traveling to war henceforth
But they had truly best hurry, for I tell thee we are out of time
Still amidst the darkest, deepest, black of times, a light can begin to shine
Verily I swear, this night a candle will be lite, to shine upon this rhyme
For I will evoke the will of God, with prayer most sublime
Therefore, pray a prayer oh so sweet, like a garland to lie upon our heads
Thus to bespeak, I awake beside my love, with romantic sonnets to be led
Written 4-15-12
Waiting, waiting and waiting
It’s like a drug to put you to sleep
A drug that will try and strain your confidence
A journey that will stress your mind and muscles as well.
Indeed waiting has a few friends
They say patience pays but pains, but waiting
Will ring your nerves like a bell
It tolls it’s sound through your nerves and
Often you feel there is bad or good news in it.
Many will see the suspense waiting orchestrates
The drama will unfold before your eyes at a wreckingly
Slow pace that has you almost screaming for help.
What a waste waiting can be especially when
You wait, wait and wait and wait.
When friends take a walk with you
You will have to wait for them on the road
A fun way to enjoy their company but
Not when you have to wait forever
Because they are not children you are going
To carry off the ground like a pet that is scurrying away.
Waiting is often a price everyone won’t see,
To wait, wait and wait.
I blame Australia for bagging you.
What is bigger than friends, tell me,
A continent; a beach house flat –
Room enough for a pony?
Even the beautiful pond house
Couldn’t keep you.
Although big enough to carry off
A leaving, a parting gift –
Parted us like oceans;
Crushed infinite embraces.
How absurd then, growing up beside you,
Our arms ache for holding too long.
A simple slip off the back of your shoulders,
We fall to ruins.
And kingdoms collapse in the last look,
The sight of you in the rear view mirror
Fills up with shops closing down;
Dead cities creep in.
Dithering down the A road, coughing
Our way back to Millard,
We knew we would see you again,
But not to recognize this time.
Better to keep the last thirty odd years
Locked up in some identity parade;
The three of us, standing there;
Knowing you had got away with murder.