Best Cranked Poems
That summer day was cooling down just right
We kind of borrowed his dad's custom van
But Rick didn't care he said " it's Friday night"
He punched the gas and headed for Jackson
Determined to party, we had beer on ice
The sun went down just when we got to Main
A quarter mile long, so we ran it twice
Nothing going on, this was getting lame
He swung the van around with a big moan
Cranked up the stereo and yawned real wide
Two girls were standing there at the pay phone
We never did stop, I yelled "want a ride"
Someone did said something, so we backed up
We ended up talking about a double date
The pizza parlor across the street, duh
And just thirty minutes later, well we were late
Pam had this gorgeous sun bleached golden hair
Maria was.. Maria was perfect for Rick
We took off for just about anywhere
The lookout point seemed to do the trick
The love that grew between us was so strong
We got married in Jackson, my Mom's plan
I'm a grandpa now, just where I belong
Late, but he did make it, Rick my best man
Categories:
cranked, life, wife, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
At the pain-struck point of passing the
universe in me that cried of loss
imploded every star and moon
until a meteoric cross
was borne upon my back.
At the dawn of dark despairing the
universe in me that cried denial
shook forgotten childhood roots,
cranked the grief and all the while
let light succumb to black.
In the echoed eves of emptiness the
universe in me that cried so numb
evicted nearly all my faith
and tapped upon a funeral drum
that almost beat us both.
In the latter leap of letting go the
universe in me that cried her name,
embraced of all she ever was,
from pure love salvation came
and prayed for my re-growth.
Categories:
cranked, death, life, love, sympathy,
Form:
My new red truck is just so sweet,
I feel like I'm in heaven going down the street.
Now I look down at the cars when I stop at the light,
And I have to admit it is quite a delight!
The open road is now calling my name,
I will be travelling in style from whence I came.
The music will be cranked, and I’ll have my wife by my side.
I love my truck, my brand new ride!
Categories:
cranked, fun, humorous, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
Maintenance
There once was a wife who wanted her husband
to maintain every single thing in the house.
"Maintain the plumbing why don't you?" she nagged
And on and on she nags, from sun up 'til sun down.
"Where are my red satin faux fur slippers, she cranked
in unison with, "Oh, bring me Scruffy now!" and "Let's
not forget my Pierre' water boiled with lemon zinger tea.'
Then one day the husband retorted, "I'll maintain the plumbing
as the toilet paper situation needs to improve greatly around here."
And as his voice trails off..."I won't let the door hit me in the a**...
and you'll get
Maintenance!"
Categories:
cranked, funnyme, sun,
Form:
7/16/2014
An adventure I went
on
Full of laughter,
cheer and fun
A country themed day
that I will
Talk about, secrets
wont spill
First dressing like
cowgirls do
Tight fitting jeans
baby blue
Next a shirt with
hanging tassels
Snaps, not buttons,
prevent hassles
A belt buckle so
cute and shiny
Not big, a little
less tiny
A cowgirl hat on top
my head
No brown, pretty
pink instead
Special ordered
boots to wear
Fringe and spurs put
on with care
All decked out to
have a night
That will be a pure
delight
My first country
club experience
Filled with care
free innocence
Music gets my feet a
tappin'
Not knowing how this
just happened
Somehow over the
course of time
I was in a dancing
line
Not drunk, but
losing all my
balance
I was doing moves so
freelance
Soon I was sitting
on a bull
Hanging on tightly
up until
Someone cranked it
up to high
I shot off into the
sky
My singing is way to
scary
To do any karaoke
Now I'm on stage out
of tune
Surprised I haven't
cleared the room
Hours go by and I
find
I can not leave this
behind
Making a promise to
come back
Everybody loved my
act
Of a first timer at
this place
I never left a
single trace
My secret is safe of
course
That I am really a
HORSE
Categories:
cranked, adventure, dance, fun, horse,
Form:
Rhyme
The Penny Arcade
Back in the 1920's, Americans would go to entertainment
spots around big cities like New York and Chicago, were
you could go to have some fun, these places were run
very cheaply and were called Penny Arcades, in these
amusement parlours you would find an endless array of
fun things to play, like fortune teller machines, scales to
weigh yourself, crazy mirrors that made you look really
fat or very tall, hand cranked picture viewers that would
run for a minute, all for the cost of a penny (1cent), games
of skill like the flick through the loop bagatelle game, if
you got the ball in the win hole your money was actually
refunded and another free shot was given, then there was
the famous crane game which had a large claw that you
would have to manipulate into position to with prizes
below, if you were fortunate enough you could win a
little prize from it, these crane games still exist today
but the modern version hardly let's you ever win, unlike
it's earlier counterpart, winning seemed easy and it
was a favourite back then when things were made for fun.
Once all the money had gone we said goodbye till next
time, when once again we try our luck in the Penny Arcade.
Written 28th July 2013
Categories:
cranked, nostalgia,
Form:
Narrative
Tactile oscillations that are caused by vibrating sound,
Crash into my eardrums until plugs for them are found.
Audible affronts to human hearing creates cacophony,
Someone says run for you life and that’s good enough for me.
The noise that’s being generated can bring damage to your brain,
They haven’t come to the chorus yet, they’re still playing the refrain.
I saw this band perform this once and many people died,
Their eyeballs melted on their shoes and then their brains were fried.
This has got to be the greatest concert that I’ve ever felt,
That guitar solo that he just played is going to raise a welt.
I can’t wait to buy this song and then drive around the town,
With the volume cranked up all the way and my windows all rolled down.
Categories:
cranked, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
The naked dancer was irked
Because the dark scar would sneak
From under her tutu but she shirked
Not her dance rountine, Kirk
The car she drove was a cranked risk
And a horror when the snake on rack did hide
The car will ask kinder for snake to sneak aside
So the dancer can go to work..
Written by: Sara Kendrick
A nonsensical work
Title of contest: Anagramatically Speaking
Sponsor: Oink! A Limp Okra
This was inspired by the contest
but not an entry....
Scar naked irk
Car ask kinder
Rack snake rid
Dancer ask irk
Dancer as Kirk
Skincare Dark
A Cranked Risk
Categories:
cranked, animals, funny, imaginationcar,
Form:
Rhyme
"Proper Pam im-promiscuity carries a
tepid torch against the blank footlights
of a dimlit digital marital marquee---last on the
billing of a car-null double featurette like
a black and white bijou plotless rerun
hand cranked by an arthritic arm;
pit pursuant of
quicksand lust with a gray gaze monotony
able to hitchhike from a plavce point left
only undetermined,
I've seen more action from a shoe sticky floor
or a large hole in an uncomfortable seat cushion,
not to "juxtapare" mind me but what a
chronofile, if briefcases couldspeak and not the
numbers from the credit card diction-ary of child
desires---stratfied pleasures far from TILT
lean calmly on majestic inconsequentials--like
ships passing in the night.
a blue ribbon in a cud chewing contest
Categories:
cranked, angst, child, depression, husband,
Form:
Free verse
The innocuous white powder;
those dusty crumbs,
sniffed off distorted, glass mirrors
reflect images not his own.
Straight up or cut down,
it shames the weak
and weakens the poor.
Cracked up or cranked out,
oozing from a crusty nose,
dripping from his blank stare,
in eyes too blind to see that this
is the residue of his LIFE;
leftovers from the best parts of him;
refuse, ruins, pieces and particles that
can't
be blown away!
Categories:
cranked, son
Form:
Free verse
Ms. Potter caught her daughter Lollipop
There dancing in the grocer’s parking lot
And scolded her profusely
‘Til someone cranked up “Juicy”…
Ms. Potter stopped and dropped it like it’s hot
Comments:
How soon some forget that they were once young too. If the power of dance is ones
passion it is not the worst vice a child can have, in fact it is good exercise. One
Love
Categories:
cranked, art, daughter, education, family,
Form:
Limerick
“yeah man, call out
‘aye laddie’ to claim the
ball.” we laughed, and he
hit a grounder, followed by a
pop fly, followed by another
grounder, all thrown back to
the proximity of the pitcher.
“what’s it gonna be like tomorrow?”
I asked. “In the 70s...I haven't hit
since last spring.” Some clouds
loomed overhead and my hairs stood
on end. He hit a short one and paused,
“What are your dinner plans? I
got a few pizzas in the freezer.”
“Wow, that’ll be great weather for the
frisbee tournament then.” The ball
tuckered out of my glove. Dammnit.
He cranked out another one, and the guy
out left managed to haul it in,
“Aye laddie!” The sun peaked out
a bit, and I saw where the clouds
would end for a time. “Aye laddie!”
That one, I caught.
Reds and oranges over the trees, and
none of us believed in sun sets.
Categories:
cranked, baseball, friendship, fun, games,
Form:
Free verse
My brain is awake even when I’m not.
My thoughts fly with memories sought.
Like an old-fashioned machine,
My thoughts are cranked out unseen.
Thoughts are birds upon my brain!
They drip, drop, pattering like rain.
Thoughts are sticky and stay stuck like glue.
Thinking is such a glorious thing to be able to do.
Categories:
cranked, fun,
Form:
Ode
So, I
Cranked
My treadmill
Up to max for
15 minutes today
and when I finally
took my roller skates
off they were WHITE hot
Categories:
cranked, funny, health,
Form:
Free verse
Categories:
cranked, mental illness,
Form:
Light Verse