Best Charmer Poems
She has eyes like a magnet, that pulls one in
To a steel web where there is no escape
Then she licks her lips as she watches you
Tease and taunt you, tell you where you have been
And her evil smile, that is her type of rape
Telling you what will happen to you
A Black Widow Spider's heart and cold to the bone
A forked tongue of a snake and she will hiss
The Devil's child, you are her toy
The Queen of Evil sits on her throne
The kiss of death is her kiss
It is you she wants to destroy
You search for a way out, you beg to be free
Desperate, as if there is no hope
Crawling you are at your wit's end
She begs you to flee
To hang yourself, she gives you more rope
Then hugs you like a long lost friend
Freedom is something in a long lost dream
To the salt mines, ball and chain
Her poison, is your water to drink
All the time she is thinking of another evil scheme
So her pleasure will be your pain
Escape, is all you can think
For every tunnel has some light
After a fog lifts, there will be sunshine
Following every storm, it will be calmer
Sometimes it takes a lot of wrong to be right
And goodness will not die on the vine
Even the snake will bite the snake charmer
Mr. Jimmy Carter was a peanut farmer
When he smiled, he was quite a charmer
He'd grin and say that whenever he was feeling down
He'd take up a noble cause -- THAT would never let him down
February 03, 2019
Inspired by Line Gauthier's "Something Bigger than Myself" contest
-- but not a contest entry
Dear snake charmer, i see you brought your lucky charm
Go ahead and tame the poison in my bloodstream
Quell the anger in my snare, do the impossible and tame time
Make the audience clap for me, or you
Who cares anyway? as long as we steal every ounce of their attention
I just wanna play a little, fool around without sinking my fangs into your warm skin
I forgot how to kiss so all i'm left with is a hiss
Toy with my body but make sure i don't wrap myself around you
For the last time i hugged a charmer, i stole the life out of his eyes
Play me a song with your flute but ease up on the volume
I wanna hear your heartbeat as it echoes in the air
Say a little prayer for me, maybe you can cleanse me of the sins of my father
The one with the lethal tongue that lied to the children of eden
So how about you play that song for me
JGM
I have seen them stand outside my door,
pleading mother to help stage their show,
on our verandah with stony floor,
tattered clothes, hungry child, wife on tow!
dusty robes speak of miles he walked,
two woven baskets on wooden yoke,
usual wares with which he embarked,
a venomous trade to feed his folks!
with widened eyes I saw him sit down,
his sweat pouring down in summer heat,
mopping face and brow with long sleeved gown,
asks favour of water, food to eat!
rested and nourished his show is on,
a crowd of urchins get a free peep,
melody like from an old car horn,
he blows sharp and sweet but yet so deep.
speckled cobra nearly five feet long,
rocks in anger with an open hood,
heat of summer is no time for song,
disturbed from slumber, how very rude!
As child was overawed by his skills,
such deadly snakes controlled by his Been*,
there is tragedy behind each thrill,
truth of life, often hidden unseen!
snake charmer’s life is twin tragedy,
education denied from a child,
for snake it is to be in custody,
to lose their freedom to rule the wild!
let’s solve this tale with education,
help their children go to a good school,
use their skills to help conservation,
so the snakes roam free, the wild to rule!
*Been a musical flute made from a coconut shell used by snake charmers to distract the snake
Premier contest winner (3)
Written 4/01/2021
9 syllables each line except one that has 10 syllables
‘The Snake Charmers’ poetry contest
Kai Michael Neumann sponsored
I wear a white buttoned shirt
And my friends call me four eyes
But I don't care, just slowly walk away
And give 'em my gang sign
Don't bother with my appearance
Cause I'm the king of the chess team
Most guys got brawns, when it comes to logic
I can win before you take a seat
And I'm a four-eyed charmer
But a real straight A lover
What girl wouldn't wanna fall all over me
Hold my bag on the boat when I'm sick at sea
I'll give this life a mighty heave
Confidence you wouldn't believe
Whet girl wouldn't wanna fall all over me
Give me oxygen when I forget to breathe
Some gits got British accents
To impress any American gal
I speak elvish and clenon
They got their mansion royale
Some guys eat snails a la mode
And only settle for the finest wine
I can foresee myself in Paris
Throwing tomatoes at the mimes
A true heart you'll discover
Under this four-eyed charmer
What girl wouldn't wanna fall all over me
Hold my bag on the boat when I'm sick at sea
And I'm taking a leap of faith
That could either destroy or save
What girl wouldn't wanna fall all over me
Give me oxygen when I forget to breathe
Now I finally got someone
A lovely gal to cheer me on
When I play videogames
All night to the crack of dawn
Now I finally got someone
Who loves to rub when
I get a burning lobster tan
On my mayonnaise skin
Now I finally got someone
Who thinks my wandering eye
Is actually kinds cute
At least now I'm not so shy
I am the geek with four eyes
A noble prince in disguise
With a girl who courageously fell for me
As the titanic sinks I'll be your Lenny
And I bet it all on a whim
Now I'm the one with everything
With a girl who courageously fell for me
Her smile augmented when I stood on one knee
NOTE: So I feel ridiculously silly now, but I already posted this one a long time ago... must have slipped my mind... oh well :/
He could charm anyone
His words
So sweet
The sentiments
Such treats
Tasty
Divine
So fine
He was a charmer
He left behind trails
Of sugared words
That lead up to his home
Made up of candy
Ever so dandy
Enticing
Making the visitor want to take a bite
Sugarcoated delight
Cotton candy rhymes
That would melt in the mouth
But, oh, what is this?
Something spoils the bliss
In a minute or two
A taste different, new
Sweet turns to bitter
Words turn vile
And there goes the smile
Tears melt the cotton candy
Making it gritty, sandy
The truth is out
It’s a house made of doubt
He was such a charmer
But he was really a harmer
Whose candy was striped
With the blood of the hearts
Of those he’d left behind
Eileen Manassian
Disclaimer: I fully realize this is not gender specific. There are charmer/harmers on both sides.
Lucky Charmer
Their magically delicious, seriously suspicious,
is that guy with the clovers seriously malicious?
That leprechaun he's rich, everyday he drinks a fifth,
He's got more money than God to fool around with.
Purple hearts, yellow moons, he looks like a cartoon,
flying around throwing charms from his rainbow balloon.
Trix are for kids says a rabbit, so he reached out and grabbed it,
shaking him by his ears because violence is his habit.
So I guess that answers the question of Mr. Clovers intention
Malicious and quietly vicious, follow the yellow brick road to Heaven!
03/25/16
The snake-charmer’s flute
Makes the cobra dance with it –
All watch it keenly!
Fascinated people watch a cobra
swaying before them to the sound
of the snake charmer’s instruments.
He is deemed a hypnotist and a brave magician
to be able to mesmerize so dangerous a creature.
Using his special pipe -the pungi -
he guides the snake in a magical dance.
Money is collected from an audience
who feels they have witnessed enchantment.
The snake charmer has done his job,
but he did not charm any snakes.
Prior to his show,
his dangerous cobra had been torn
from its natural habitat.
Its fangs were ripped mercilessly
from the creature’s mouth -
a mouth which then was sewn almost entirely shut
so that no harm could ever befall
the “brave” magician!
As snakes have no real ability to hear,
the instruments in place present a grand illusion.
The dance is that of a terrorized reptile
swaying to avoid being struck by the pungi -
which it perceives to be a weapon.
Those not privy to these secrets have been duped.
The snake is anything but charmed.
Its awful death will be
slow and certain.
Jan. 8, 2022
For the Snake Charmer Poetry Contest of Kai Michael Neumann
Used March 26 for 'A BRIAN STRAND 1097' Poetry Contest
I wear a white buttoned shirt
And my friends call me four eyes
But I don't care, just slowly walk away
And give 'em my gang sign
Don't bother with my appearance
Cause I'm the king of the chess team
Most guys got brons, when it comes to logic
I can win before you take a seat
And I'm a four-eyed charmer
But a real straight A lover
What girl wouldn't want to fall all over me
Hold my bag on the boat when I'm sick at sea
I'll give this life a mighty heave
Confidence you wouldn't believe
What girl wouldn't want to fall all over me
Give me oxygen when I forget to breathe
Some guys got British accents
To impress any American gal
I speak elvish and clenon
They got their mansion royale
Some guys eat snails a la mode
And only settle for the finest wine
I can foresee myself in Paris
Throwing tomatoes at the mimes
A true heart you'll discover
Under this four-eyed charmer
What girl wouldn't want to fall all over me
Hold my bag on the boat when I'm sick at sea
And I'm taking a leap of faith
That could either destroy or save
What girl wouldn't want to fall all over me
Give me oxygen when I forget to breathe
Now I finally got someone
A lovely gal to cheer me on
When I play videogames
All night to the crack of dawn
Now I finally got someone
Who loves to rub aloe when
I get a burning lobster tan
On my mayonnaise skin
Now I finally got someone
That thinks my wondering eye
Is actually kinda cute
At least now I'm not so shy
I am the geek with four eyes
A noble prince in disguise
With a girl who courageously fell for me
As the Titanic sinks I'll be your Lenny
And I bet it all on a whim
Now I'm the one with everything
With a girl who courageously fell for me
Her smile augmented, when I stood on one knee
we're wrapped in each others arms
sans clothing discarded our peculiars
I'm filled with testosterone she has lured
as would a snake charmer robed
our fires supply our individual piaculars
seeking to find its concluding flameout
we clench, saliva kisses; they are our mettle
my chest pressed into her soft woman's pride
her tongue, searching, finding, teeth biting
her mouth to my thoughts conveyed
pleading to reach the destination as one
concerning the all-consuming fires down below
my quivering soul overflows with love
from my Goddess' devilishly kisses and nips
I hover o'er the suspended brink of bliss
her hands busy with reckless extravagance
fluttering, seeking my soul and my heart's core
enough! enough! I dissolve within myself
head held high bellowing with gasconade
sounds from her brought on by new sensations
and the collapsing corridors within her
the night is ours, love is rambunctious
©September 10, 2015 / Jerry Pat Bolton
He hunted snakes, raided nests of snake babies, tied strings to their tails,
took them to school. Tucked inside his desk, baby snakes escaped,
slithered down, made their way across the schoolhouse floor and down
through a hole in the floor.
At recess, my brother could be found, crawling under the schoolhouse,
hunting for his snakes. Crazy brother, playing with snakes, chasing us
girls to hear us scream, hiding snakes in hollow stumps, securing their
prison with a board, weighted down with a rock.
Many years later, ironing his shirt in our basement family room, a yell,
“It’s a snake!” He’s taking the stairs, in doubles, to put distance between
himself and the snake, who had crawled in through the fireplace vent. It
was a harmless garden snake. We had the last laugh.
"A Hornswoggling Charmer"
Sweet chet by day, cheats by night, He creeps,
he heats, he strays. My greet, fought in spite cause.
He’s up the dense, watching his prey- a nerd.
Poor thing, better run quick, ‘cause watch, he’ll bounce!
He’ll neatly beg for puss, but don’t be drooled.
‘Cause one minute he’ll stir and dial, then tap!
He’ll quit and kiss - and oh - surprise! A spouse.
He’s wedd. A gift. Retracts his flaws. Wow!
Figure of love bait between my legs, looks up
at me and spurs. The pound pulls my heartstrings.
His big screw eyes like sinner dates - so cute.
Cunning he is, he knows I can’t resist.
Curling up tight, we sleep entwined as one.
Despite his quirks, I would not change a flaw
of him. Sneaky Sammie: my throw-tight lean.
His very name brings about a smile on the lips
Of those who just remember him even casually
He uses his exceptional charm so captivatingly
That has mesmerised human mind everlastingly.
His very life, is a series of events, extraordinary
Would have certainly crushed any man ordinary
But then He is a divine being out of the ordinary
He descends from his abode to uplift the ordinary.
He advises to face the vicissitudes of life boldly
And not get dispirited by events that are prickly
For nothing either good or bad linger constantly
That is the gist of life which he tells so eloquently.
He charms one and all, the challengers including
He invigorates by his uplifting touch, everything
And goads men to act all the time with no idling
For a righteous cause, that demands, upholding.
He is a friend, philosopher and guide to all beings
Who but seek his divine intervention in their lives
He is a companion superlative who cares lovingly
For all, who solicit his intermediation passionately.
you charm my pants off
you buffalo my shirt off
i am left naked