Best Crashers Poems
Become my air,
pursuing my scent
in sweet fragrant fields,
where devouring tastes
of bohemian spirit,
delicately descend
in subsistent sighs.
Distracting the
tones of silence,
from subtle susurrus echoes,
like a tender
sakura breeze
kissing fresh
lavender blossoms.
Set adrift in
shades of yesterday,
dandelions bloom
in flourishing orchards,
prostrating to the
mercy of your grace.
But tread carefully
through
the hall of
dream crashers,
where strange streams
from nightmarish tears,
drizzle down,
composing
somber serenades,
choreographed
from an
enchanted symphony.
For l've seen the
invisible reality,
twinkling across streetlights
of sumptuous stars.
Distance is
an unspoken truth,
just a rainbow
away from roaming freely,
within an
evergreen paradise
above bougainvillea skies.
If this was the last poem,
before my last sigh,
today will be the day,
red of rose will
kill my bleeding ink,
so let lyrical acrolect
of poetry fill your thoughts,
look for 'you' and 'I
in the island of love,
where there's no
thunder without lightning,
nor “sea" without 'waves of us'
These distractions
of desolated dunes
are mere signs
of the wounded warrior
within me.
I'm waltzing through
vibrant valleys of white lilies,
in the hope of finding
lost gravity,
which overcomes trials and trepidation.
l'll always be your
lighthouse on lonely nights,
at the edge of
bioluminescent sand lines.
A haven where your
clusters of couplets,
will transcribe an
alchemist's poetic remedy.
Each verse will portray the
personal poem of my soul,
infused in a
profusion of soothing
cosmic hues.
As raindrops kiss
your face, they'll heal
those lamenting
leather lips-
for you are
the wind carrying clouds,
I am the ripples
crying to touch your sky.
I always believed
at some point in time
due to some hidden
moral rhythm and rhyme...
a word triggered memory
would rob you
of that tranquility
that you've wrapped
around yourself
tightly
leaving no room
for truth to touch
and remind you
of the pain I still feel
the pain you won't heal
I always believed
you'd finally come around
with no fanfare
no whisper of sound
I'd feel your presence and know
some inner longing for amends
baptized by remembered virtue
had brought you to me
and the pain would turn to glee
when I'd hear your words:
"Let all be well.
Come out from that hell"
Well...
I'm still waiting
cause the hardest lesson
I've had to learn
is that people can maim and blame
do their utmost to shame
and....have no remorse
leaving one with no recourse
with no conscience to appease
they do as they please
while psychopaths are locked up
serial killers face their dues
but serial tongue lashers
serenity crashers
get to walk away scot-free
makes no sense to me
you see...
I always believed
one day...
you'd finally
feel the need
you'd want to be freed
from the memory of wrong
and you'd finally be strong
strong enough
to ask forgiveness
of
me
am I a fool to believe?
Eileen Manassian
L acking the common sense of a maggot
O bviously attention starved as a child
S orry excuse for a human being
E merging from a place where dung was piled
R ejected for a lack of talent
S tuck in a self pity life beguiled
There, parked in rows
like overused commas
or German prose
or mothballed bombers
lay ranks of rats
as if on drill,
but quite as dead
as vaudeville.
Someone had slit
each ventral hide
and pulled it back
to peek inside.
And there they lay,
flat on their backs,
guts on display,
paws pinned by tacks.
Ashamed, they were,
like party-crashers,
with gaping fur,
like little flashers.
Those organs, packed
so coral-fine,
would soon be hacked
by Class B-9.
Unseeing eyes
stared at the ceiling,
but woke in me
a fellow-feeling.
We’re all the same.
We want to live.
Why dish out blame?
Why bring a sieve,
sort sheep from goats,
grandly decide
who lives and dies?
To my distress,
those little guys
with upturned throats
and parted coats
were nothing less
than crucified.
~Honeymoon Capers~
The big day arrived and we couldn’t wait
We were old fashioned and there was no horse after the gate
The wedding went off with nary a hitch
A few gate crashers but we didn’t b i t c h . *
The honeymoon night, boy what a thrill
The emotions it caused are with us both still
While showering in a hotel bathroom suite
My new husband dare ask if he could now peek.
Into the shower he joined me all of a quiver
The sparks were shooting hither and thither
I was covered in shampoo from washing my hair
I tried to squeeze past him the water to share.
No thought was there yet of making love in the shower
We were getting to know more of each other hour by hour
My new husband’s passion was obviously aroused
As I stuck me head under the shower to be doused.
It was then that I did slip and fall backwards with a yell
Taking the shower the curtains and my husbands passion as well
All I remember as my head hit the loo
Was an agonised yell from my husband brand new.
As my legs lifted high not for love it would seem
But I kicked him in the place where he kept his lovers dreams.
I woke up on the floor my head splitting in two
My husband at the side of me groaning by the loo
Water was pouring from the shower wall
Neither could move nor dare make a call
He said he knew that in marriage there could be some hard knocks
But it was taking the cake to get kicked in the rocks.
The toilet was cracked just like my head
The bathroom was flooded we had to stay in bed
Our honeymoon night our first night together
Is one we will remember for ever and ever.
* Censor won't let me use it so I split it
©~GG~ 30/08/2012
Taxicab driver
Midnight rates apply;
Moonlight serenade
Tipsy bar crashers
Stepping out;
Cigarette break
Alcohol buffet
Free flow of beer;
Sorrows guzzled
Chit-chat combat
Happy hour banter;
Bartering progress
Too much stress
Nobody seems to know;
Things will be better
Complaints collide
Bar time gripes;
Bad bossy boss
Pain in the neck
Grumpy buffalo;
Home on the range
End of day
Work retreats;
Until tomorrow cheers
Profound exchange
Gin and tonic;
Alcoholic beverage
More and more
Of less and less;
Vodka and coke
Watering hole
Midnight Saturday;
Party till the last drop
Drop dead gorgeous
After six smoothies;
Tipsy compliance
Leon Enriquez
08 June 2014
Singapore
Lenny the Lush and Stoner Steve,
Headed for a party on the Hill.
With a couple hours before it started,
They stopped at a local Bar and Grill.
Hours later, they were feeling fine;
After several drinks and a pizza pie.
Before they made it to the party,
Lenny was drunk and Steve was high.
Going down an old country road,
Lenny was driving way too fast.
With both men having bloodshot eyes,
They didn't see the Cop they passed.
When the cherries flashed and siren blew,
Lenny decided he wouldn't stop.
So leaning forward and pedal down,
The Lush prepared to outrun the Cop.
Doing Eighty with tail end swerving,
Dust and gravel hung in the air.
Braking too hard at the corner,
The Policeman rammed into the pair.
With broken glass and twisted metal,
Their cars crashed into the ditch.
Running towards them with pistol drawn,
They heard, "Don't you two even twitch!"
With cuts and bruises on their bodies,
Missed the party but could tell the tale.
Lenny the Lush and Stoner Steve,
Today reside in the County Jail.
The traffic was strident, lanes straight
the cars lined the street and froze rigid.
The cop with a glare of pure hate, directed
a line of gate crashers cutting.
The sidewalks segmented in rows, false
lure more tourists into a queue.
Cowed were young folk and old folks all queued
a ménage which was quite far from straight,
all had come for a peck at the Bard, false.
even a librarian or too, who waited with spines rigid,
and scowls on their lined brows like cuts
their critiques would be most direct.
Teens kiss in a clutch most directly
their faces make braces of queues
Scalpers hawk to the latecomers cutoff,
the elite meet and greet heading straight
for the red road with a rigid
line of bull filled with falsities.
Inside the antiquated theatre under false
the foot lights lining the aisles direct
Mayor and matron, gran and child in rigid
alleys to velvet seats also queued.
The stare of critic and patron glared straight
64 toward the author so pinned and cutting.
A bright white light cut
the chill air so false
and focused on drape lined straight
each fell open as artist directed
and orchestra swells filled their queue
and the author he sat stark and rigid.
His fate would he find in lines rigid
on the page of tomorrows review, they’d cut
make or they’d break his heart’s queue
these piranhas with smiles so false.
No fate could be more direct
this tonic he must imbibe straight.
So like dominoes, they fall lines rigidly, piercing cuts
Filleted be he by queues false,
in the end words directly aimed, straight to death cue.
It lingers without trace, and for evidence we seek
Long away from eyes prying
Further off the path from crashers feet
To this place of solitude
To this place promised to let one be free
This state that borders euphoria
That questions all we'd once believed
Is it love?
Is it life?
Is it friendship?
Is it to drain exhale complete?
Is it freedom?
Is it quiet?
Is it a place of retreat?
Lingers if sobering into the withdrawl of sleep
That escapes nuances of time and the desires of others needs
And so beyond we cast search
Beyond the flecks of faultering gold we see
In hopes to come full circle
In hopes to find true peace.
Storms do not last
They happen very fast
But the damages stay
In the trays, in the hays, and lay
With us for a very long time
The memories are worth more than a dime
The souvenirs disappear
The bad judgments reappear
From time to time on the screen
Destroying heart and spleen
The happy times don’t last forever
But the humiliation, the deception
Will remain from generation to generation
God is good, God is fair; God, however,
Chased Adam and Eve
Because they messed-up big time
They committed the wrong crime
Bring me a bottle of Aleve
To erase and obliterate the bad memories
Bring a case of Vodka
For my friends, so we can enjoy the festivities
Play some Reggae, some Konpa,
Some Soukous, some Polka,
Some Calypso, some Samba,
And let forget the bad times,
And the ignorance of a few
Chase the party crashers and the mimes
Evict the audacious freeloaders
So we can enjoy a better life
Ignore the clowns and the actors
Do not bring the knife
Because security is tight
Bring the spotlight
After the nefarious storms
And stay away from the big bosoms
Spring brings flowers and fever
The happy times won’t last forever.
Copyright © April 2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Cave Kellers and Dig Wellers
David J Walker
Christians that go to hell
will have one
Hell of a story to tell
In the
Nick of time but no place to
Dwell among tent dwellers the
Cave kellers the dig
Wellers the rhyme
Travelers the street
Sellers and day
Sailors the night
Failures the pay
Traders the flesh
Peddlers the time
Piddlers the mind
Benders the fence
Minders the prime
Lenders the crime
Numbers the prince
Paupers the door
Stoppers the bargain
Shoppers the grass
Hoppers old teeny
Boppers and hogg
Sloppers with chart
Toppers and good
Coppers and hoola-
Hoopers and party
Poopers and hot
Peppers and self
Checkers and fat
Backers with back
Packers of heart
Stoppers and flip
Floppers and hot
Flappers and splish
Splashers and party
Crashers and hot
es and bad
Bastards
Christians that go to hell
will have no one to blame
in the hottest of flame
But one hell of a story
to tell
When Death invites you for tea,
you can’t be rude and just say no
You’d like to refuse her hospitality,
find any reason not to go
She sent a special invitation,
a very intimate tete è tete
She’s a warm and generous hostess,
with a buffet of great delights
It is a honor to be invited,
party crashers can make her mad
She likes to send invitations,
believing pre-notice is only nice
You think of all the excuses,
that would keep you busy on this day
But deep down you know you’ll be attending,
this one commitment you can not break
You sigh as you RSVP her,
you’ll be attending tea time at her house
You then prepare in anticipation,
counting the days till time arrives
Your now looking forward to this meeting,
and only in style you decide to go
Your Sunday dress will be just perfect,
in no less would you meet a Queen,
For this gracious invitation,
will be a once in a lifetime special thing
You ring the bell with a nervous finger,
calming quickly as she opens up the door
Death radiates warmth and friendship,
as she takes your hand to invite you in
You thank her for the invitation,
saying you were hesitant to come
She smiles and says that’s normal,
her invitations are usually a surprised one
She’s happy that you chose to come,
to her that means the world
Because that means with dignity,grace and courage,
The choice was yours to walk through her opened door
So, when Death invites you for tea time,
put on your Sundays best
You’ll be welcomed like lost family,
who have finally made it home
New Years Eve
By 10 o’clock on New Years Eve
Nine friends had come to celebrate
Eight together; with hearts on sleeve
But the last introduced was Kate
Seven beers and I’m feeling fine
Six more crashers were at the door
Five so-called friends had crossed the line
But Kate was laughing all the more
Four more minutes until midnight
Three of my friends were singing songs
Two couples leaving in a fight
Another left to smoke a bong
As the clock was striking midnight
Kate approached me with a kiss
She took my hand then held me tight
A new year is starting; in bliss
Happy New Year!
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1/1/2018
Demented hall of dream crashers
scented thick with calamity;
Disoriented visitors can’t bolt,
tormented by a lack of serenity;
Swirling thoughts sit overloading
looming darkness calls backup;
Beckoning for you to quit,
forgetting idealists never give up.
he waived cross examination
innovation had suffered a sucking head wound
and the Mossad was after my ass
a post Ragnarok picnic with a fire on the ice
hot enough to fry a penguin steak
code breakers grab your lapiz lazuli
it's the Florentine Colonnade Dancers
and gravy covers the spuds
the beaten man fears to drink his fill
swallowwed the shiny faucet handle
in a messy near suicide by drowning
tried to live on borrowed time
and die a meat eating hero with a following
but it was actually an oatmeal world
a banquet of boneless chicken
and seven times seven bags of Cheetos
we are all either the ruling class
doinking things up for generations to come
or clowns in the cross hairs
because they are still here aren't they
megalomania may well be a survival mechanism
where the retarded Adonises are grown
with a suspected core of infinite malice
the gatekeeper only wants to know your symptoms
my life was a waste of time I replied
your capacity for insolence will do you no harm
came the two replies to my reply
within minutes of each other
words are contours as well as baskets
I screamed turning up the gain
with them one can explore the human psyche
like monkeys in a cage
I sang because it's the smart thing to do
since I never learned to spell i-m-p-e-r-i-a-l
and as I rambled on and zoomed in
the teddy bear assassins
said thank you one and all and everything
you will know only briefly why you have to die
momentarily perplexed in demonic ecstasy
I grouted my stones with a la la la
and the streets filled with earthquake rubble
a vast line of gate crashers in waiting
dinner forks ready bye m'bye me eatum
stuff that down your silk shorts
and went to my final exit from the maze
it was the best he could honestly do
even when they upside us like meth hookers
up one side and down the aether
he dodged the repo man one more time
with the compass of compassion
while trying not to be a morale problem
the specimens in my cognitive laboratory
confide and call it symphony
yet in the end the neurons
played a starring role
trying to stir from the trance
he knew the risk
but had a mouth to feed