Best Commotion Poems
wind lifts salty air
scent of the sea fills my hair --
fishing without care
pelican dives fast
shrimp on the hook was my last --
strips the bait I cast
turn with quick motion
see crab stealing sun lotion --
ocean commotion
*Entry for Carol’s Rhyming Haiku contest
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Oooh
that crackle
the ripple
that stir
the rustling
the patter
O Jehovah
that wonderful sound
Your beautiful noise
Your fantastic gift
Spring
The ambience was changing
At the fading of the light.
I could feel a cool embrace,
The coming of the night.
In the sky, a great commotion
Countless starlings did I see
A swirling murmuration
In perfect symmetry.
Fluid moving patterns
Writ wide across the sky,
Oh, but the joy of it
To watch these starlings fly.
An ever changing tapestry,
It was ballet in the air.
A wonder to behold
I could but stand, and stare.
I ride the bus to work,
and sometimes I put on a very displeasing look:
I complain with sardonic humor,
" These city buses are never on time! "
The scruffy man beside me sweats and scratches his hair,
" It's so damn hot and lateness is a crime! "
And we both complain about
the bus schedule during rush hour,
" I blame the cops for taking away my Cadillac,
all they found in my car
was an empty bottle of Rum...
they smelled my breath,
and started to laugh;
I didn't drink any..it was my chum! "
A bunch of teens, chatting and cursing,
were listening to his conversation
and derided the reputed drunker
who lived in their neighborhood...and they went on
with their silliness, " You lost your clunker, because
you were drunk and stunk like a pig! "
" Listen, you good-for-nothings punks,
at your age I had respect for older people,
never said an unpleasant word to anyone! "
And venting his rage with frantic hands,
" If I were any younger, I'll zip your filthy mouths
with duck tape...dare me and you'll be so sorry! "
There was a brief silence, but animosity
for those kids was strong but he restrained his thoughts.
You would never know
Just looking at me
Sitting there ...
Alone in a crowd
What's going on
In her head ...
While they whisper
She's shy
She's sad
She's cold
None of that
It's simply this ...
A quiet commotion
From my heart
To my mind
And back again
Swirling, settling
On the words
Swirling, settling
In the ink
Down the pen
Out to meet
With a piece of paper
Is this poetry?
To me, it sings ...
In a beautiful,
A wonderful,
A quiet commotion
Evening star risen,
Commotion in the night blue,
A murder crisis.
A. Green
*Though I am sure most people know this, a "murder" is a flock of crows.
This is dedicated to all those who enjoy putting together different forms of poetry,
as this is an attempt at both Acrostic and Monorhyme.
I guess I'm getting up in age
L etting myself think that I'm a sage
I n wanting to write poetry by the page
K indred words with meter and gauge
E ach poem a new form on my stage.
T oday I should do better to be in a rage
O r better still, be out earning a wage.
W hilst here I sit in pajamas beige
R inging in my ears does constantly engage
I n keeping with the simple message
T o write words with meter, rhyme, then gauge
E ach to their relationship upon the page.
P oor me, to be at such a stage
O f wrangling with those words I allege
E ach time only to hope to assuage
T hat ego that says I am some gifted sage
Y et know, I am only showing my age.
Commotion
Emotions cause commotion
feelings deeper than the ocean
i’m choking and hoping and praying
and I’m just saying
that I hope I can survive
cause I really love life
but I’ve got a knife
stuck in my back, attack, attack
I put it there myself & I can’t rip it out
my throat is swollen, I can’t shout
it’s hard to breathe, I can’t scream
I can’t dream, I can’t do anything
I’m paralyzed in the heart
And I’m paralyzed in the mind
Sometimes I just wish I could leave this all behind
Underrated Basil got a promotion
And it caused a commotion
Among luckless names for demotion
All of them restive and voicing the notion
Of An Elevation fathered by emotion…
They shall for the two wrongs raise a motion
Before the cause of their commotion:
A man you could enrapture with perfumed lotion,
That Bribery be distanced from Promotion
And Barefaced Trickery from Demotion.
Also, wages that should all please
And not a single soul displease.
On the last seat of a school bus
A boy and girl were making a fuss
Driver was alerted
Attention diverted
Hit a pole causing one last thrust
My thoughts are confused
My mind tormented
I feel like I’ve been used
By this thing who pretended
I have been put in a maze
To discover and escape
All the time of my days
I’ve been stuck to it like tape
But as I reach the end
I realized I was betrayed
But there is something I cannot comprehend
Why drive me away to this path I conveyed
I shall therefore hide my universe
For now I know what to do
I’ll stay silent, carrying this curse
For ever knowing that love is not true
Commotion,
Of Emotions,
Of thoughts so endless,
Created a loud buzz in my mind,
But for people around,
Yet was soundless...
Each one honking,
For a green signal,
Each one looking forward to move ahead,
For an answer, for better,
The moment it got clearance,
In just a few meters it got stuck again.
The other thoughts continue to honk,
Oh, what do I do?
I ponder to choose,
Which one to let go,
Fearing, will this be good or that one,
And then I accept with full faith,
Almighty knows what's best for me,
I must just be conscious,
To not haste in such a phase,
Else an accident is bound to take place,
To land in the right place,
I need to be true, sincere and fair,
Rest He's there to take care!!!
In Motion Or Commotion
Thoughts and feelings poems put into motion.
Do settle things down or can create commotion
Wake you up so you can start becoming aware
There are things in life that will need your care
And be sure to include your love and devotion.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
After the commotion and the grave,
All that's left is the quiet.
And to listen but only hear
The strangeness of the night.
When all is gathered up
It seems almost the same.
As love is swept away
And the heart not used again.
CHAOTIC COMMOTION
All around chaos and squabble.
Those talkative aggressive capable
to converse, to discuss or contradict,
ready for controversy or conflict.
But peace-loving chap unwilling to speak
Better to be silent avoiding risk.
Staying static, not moving East-West, North-South
for a fly does never enter a closed mouth.
09/06/19
Edited on 06/08/20
Third Place
'BRIAN SELECT 9' Contest by Brian Strand