Best Disbanded Poems
It was quite a party at the old Spooks house,
to a spooktactular Samba they bobbed and bounced.
with skeletons banging their big ox-bone drums,
and the pumpkins all sang as the witches hummed.
Black cats did dine on tuna eyeball stew;
wicked Wilma brought her green bat-wing brew.
In the attic was held a wondrous broom race
and out back was a terrifying zombie maze.
Pirates and scarecrows arrived well dressed;
judges couldn’t decide whose costume was best.
Pumpkin ghouls climbed and played in the trees;
giant spiders spun silk and swung there with ease.
Greedy young goblins stuffed pockets with snacks
as children came by trick-or-treating with sacks.
The ghosts did a tango beneath a bright moon
and everyone knew it would all end too soon.
Just as the moon bid them all nighty-nite,
the sun it ascended giving vampires a fright.
Home they all flew to their dark coffin beds
‘cause you know, sunlight’s fatal to the undead.
Then the party disbanded with bellies all full
as among eerie nimbus pranced Taurus the bull.
Wilma flew off to the Witches Head nebula;
a scarecrow hitched a ride on the broom of Bella.
As little Spooks bedded down for the day,
hungry skeletons finished off the pumpkin flambé.
The bats all fluttered to their bat boxes, high
as grandpa Spook waved saying, “Next year, black tie!”
Though the night was quite dark, Christmas candles were shining;
The firelight flamed by the tree:
From the ceiling was strung strands of green intertwining,
'Twas mistletoe cut from the lea.
In the room was assembled a party so cheerful,
Young couples so dashing and bright;
And they sang many songs, both the sweet and the tearful,
Or danced Christmas reels through the night.
When the night was advancing, the people disbanded,
Departing in pairs though the snow;
But one girl and her escort stayed late and were stranded
By snowflakes in gales that would blow.
So they sat by the fire, holding hands through the night;
They kissed 'neath the mistletoe green:
And the eyes of the other the prettiest sight,
They thought that they ever had seen.
{Written November 26, 2013}
Now press that button, press it if you dare
Before you do that though, are you aware...
that when you press that button, you agree
That there are thought police; no one is free
Now God forbid that we should talk of s*x
For if we do, we'll be under a hex
You see freedom of speech is just a joke
Now poets with agendas all will "poke"
I wonder what her partner did to Eve
The Bible says to her Adam did "cleave"
Now what this translates to in modern day
Perhaps is worded "Rolling in the hay"
Explicit or implicit, oh what fun!!
Just use a metaphor or "s*x*y" pun
Be careful not to mention body parts
Or you will be "disbanded" from the arts
So, press that button! Press it! Let's all see
What will become of us and poetry....
Eileen Manassian
Tongue in cheek, people....tongue in cheek! At least it's not tongue in .......... Hmmmmmmmm!!!! ;) No, but seriously...I do understand the concern about this issue that has been brought up by TPS about Rules and Regulations. I don't mean to be sacrilegious with mention of Adam and Eve either...a bit of humor with a dash of concern and a sprinkling of sarcasm. ;)
Somewhere out there
Illuminations still twinkle, just not here.
Lost in the absence of that God-awful sparkling light,
Everyone fighting is praying for a silent night.
Now on the battlefield a hush is commanded,
The warring factions apparently disbanded.
No one is pushing buttons or pulling a trigger,
Inside camps men lay exhausted by wars’ rigor.
Giving thanks to the almighty,
Hell will wait; so must Aphrodite.
Tears will wash away most reasons to fight.
For the Holiday Acrostic Challenge
Remembering the Past
Tito is Tagalog of Uncle
Tito David Rodriguez and Tito Willie Totanes are very good friends
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tito David recruited me to Filipino American Multimedia Entertainment (FAME)
on the 90’s
Tito David is a Filipino model, journalist, actor in FAME
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tito Willie Totanes strongly supports me
He drives me around the bay area
Uprising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tito David is Also a base in Anima Christi choir at St. Andrew, Daly City CA
Both of them are supporting me
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Directed by the late Mr. Jesse Pangilinan
Who passed away
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Supported with Mr. Prospero Luna
A Retired Comedian and actor in the Philippines
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Knew by my late father
Mayor Leonardo G. Mendoza
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Mayor of San Pascual, Batangas City, Philippines
Returning to FAME
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
I would sing all throughout the Bay area
Had shows
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Sang at some Filipino gathering in SF, CA
Concert on October 11, 1998: Outrage on Stage Launching my only Song-Through the Eyes of a Child
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Would Sing in Karaoke beer house
At restaurants and parties in the bay area
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Sang in Westlake Shopping Center in Daly City, CA
Also sang in Serramonte Mall in Daly City, CA
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Met the Asia’s Song bird of the Philippines
Ms. Regine Velasquez
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
And the Song Writer
Mr. Ogie Alcasid
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tragic Car Accident happened
On October 11, 1999
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
The late Director Jesse Pangilinan passed away
FAME disbanded
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
As of now a client of Heart Soul’s True Hope
In North County, Daly City, California
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
God took my singing career and He changed it to Poetry
He changed it to a harder one because I have to learn poetry but I’m having fun
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Sin Is Fun Until…
24 By faith Moses, when he had grown up, refused to be known as the son of Pharaoh’s daughter. 25 He chose to be mistreated along with the people of God rather than to enjoy the fleeting pleasures of sin. 26 He regarded disgrace for the sake of Christ as of greater value than the treasures of Egypt, because he was looking ahead to his reward. ” Heb 11:24-26 NIV
Sin Is Fun Until it binds us;
In bondage we find our souls.
No longer a choice but compulsion;
Ruin, shame and lost worthwhile goals.
Drugs and unlawful sex may be exciting,
Until they have taken their score.
The conscience is disbanded;
The frontal lobe of the brain ignored.
Right and wrong conduct unacknowledged;
Sanity and stability fades;
Sin Is Fun Until it controls us;
In lies and crime we wade.
Stealing from loved ones;
Ruining lives along the way;
Causing pain and utter ruin;
Numb, no desire to turn back or pray.
Sin Is Fun Until its season
Comes to a completion.
Death is the end result;
Hope of nothing but the 2nd resurrection.
Money all gone in pursuit of fleeting pleasure;
All friends lost because of the enemy.
Love a thing of the hazy past;
Destruction and degradation sin’s sanctuary.
Sin’s fun is a form of deception;
Satan’s tool for our eternal destruction.
Satan tempts with his own discernment;
Thousands of years of experimentation.
Don’t be tempted by pleasure for a season—
What is sin but a long term lie?
Sin Is Fun Until it bankrupts;
Controls us to destructively comply.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
Tito David Rodriguez recruited me to Filipino American Multimedia Entertainment (FAME). He was my choir mate as a base at St. Andrew Catholic Church, Daly City. He and Tito Willie Totanes are my best supporters. When you call a person “late” it means the person passed away. The late director Jesse Pangilinan and Mr. Prospero Luna, a comedian actor and assistant of FAME. He was a very good friend of my late father Mayor Leonardo G. Mendoza who passed away, former mayor of San Pascual Batangas, Philippines. My loving mother is Ms. Dorothy Ann Ramirez to where I am staying right now by the Daly City Bart station, she can cook a good Filipino food. I was an Uprising Star at FAME when all of a sudden a tragic car accident happened on October 11, 1999 with my late best friend Ms. Adiel Rallos and she passed away, my left arm was crused to 41 pieces due to her car seat and was left to coma for or 6 weeks or a month and two weeks. I was in 3 hospitals Stanford ICU, Seton Med but the prognosis at Seton was not good so I was brought to and St. Mary’s, SF where I had Speech Therapy (ST) Occupational Therapy (OT) and Physical Therapy (PT). The late director Mr. Jesse Pangilinan also passed away so the FAME disbanded. I previously met Ms. Regine Velasquez with her songwriter Mr. Ogie Alcasid on early 2000. I thought that God took away my singing career and replaced it with being a part of Heart and Soul’s True Hope at North County, Daly City with Mr. John Zamora as my Case/Social Worker and Mr. Chito Crisostomo M. D. as my Psychiatrist and with writing poetry- it’s therapeutic you know whatever feeling you have, all you need are a pen and a piece of paper and start writing how you feel. I am with “Poetrysoup.com” where I paid $150 for a lifetime member years ago because it increased as years passed by. I was able to convey or deliver the messages to the people. I started with writing a couplet or a 2 lines poem, a Haiku or a 3 lines poem or a Quatrain or a 4 lines poem. When I think I’m ready to write longer words I jumped to learning Sonnet or a 14 lines poem.
Since the day I died for real, I die often in my dreams
And each time I find myself standing in a chaotic crowd
Like an army just disbanded
Screaming, pushing, left and right to go through an open gate
Guarded by some other beings.
Mud and slide
In this side
On the other side is green
Neat and clean and organized.
That's the heaven I assume
And all beings will go there
When Signaled to do so
By the guards.
Dogs and cats, and flies and germs
All are here, and all the same
The same height, the same weight
The same color, the same face
And none caring for each other.
We all try to reach the gate
In this barren,muddy land
Even though we all are headed
And we all will be admitted
Any moment, now, there.
And I see all kinds of being
Here from every galaxy
All and every type of life
Displayed, cheaply, before me
For they push and fell, and slide
Greedy even this last time
All are greedy except me.
Then they look at me an sniff me
At my cold and wet feet
And they look me in the eye
Asking what solar system I com from
And I see that I still am the same fool I used to be
For I do not answer straight, but drag on
I tell them “In my planet all my species have been kings
We ruled and abused them”, I meant all the other species
“We ate their flesh,
We drunk their milk
We used their feathers,
We used their skin.
In my planet if you dare to approach and tell my kin
That he is not right to say this or that for any thing
He would be your enemy, he will hate you all his life
But if you will learn to praise
To praise him foolishly
Just praise him!
In my planet people do cherish all the stupid lies
They feed on insincere lies
And whole heartily belive them”.
I expect them to despise me and all my planet's creature
But to my surprise they open in my honer in both sides
And I think perhaps they heard, from their stars, about Jesus
Heard of our earthly sinners, sinners who had been forgiven
In advance by Jesus Christ.
I move humbled and enlighten, over dirt, toward the gate
I see angels, they are opening the gate and I fill the light
Poured from rays of morning sun over my wakened face
And I jump from the warmth
Of my bed not to be late
To catch bits of running life.
Old people, like treasure, don’t come empty handed,
Their time here, their wisdom, like gold on display,
An empathic spirit who mines without stealing,
Will find that there’s much to be taken away.
Old people’s allegiance cannot be disbanded,
No man can their keen sense of friendship allay,
Their smile is as guileless as sun escorts day’s light ,
Their long goodbye hug, soft as evening holds night.
Becalmed now their ship with old people in harbor,
Await a kind word, a sea breeze to set sail,
Rise up with the tide, life now squeezed between bookends,
Embracing each day as fate’s journey appends.
For most weeks the high point, a trip to the barber,
With few expectations they wait for their mail,
If their dreams awaken be certain to take care,
If you’re not that healthy best sit in a chair!
Their wisdom of years is where lies the true treasure,
If you’re very lucky you’ll get your reward,
A smart supplicant can just open his heart there,
With oracles no one can tell what they’ll share.
A promise to call you, a kiss for good measure,
Is your ticket back, though your skiff now is shored,
Aladdin’s lost treasure, admission to dream’s vault,
And there’s only God to thank, Love to exalt.
Brian Johnston
August 10, 2014
The fairest of seas surrounding me;
Nor clouds, nor breeze binding me;
Yet I'm bound on this ship and alone:
The void prevalent has left me forlorn...
I sail from strained waters to land;
Yet I despair in faith's hand;
But for now, I'm stranded here--
Like a soldier disbanded here;
I try to raise the sails to motion
And hope to see a little shore...
Yet I feel, in a dreary fashion,
I try but I can do no more...
What grudge have ye against me, winds?
Bluest water, for what cause
Dost thou stay me down upon
Whilst my vessel's gathering moss?
Answer, I demand of thee (yet no sound):
Nor stirring of water, nor sight of ground;
Yet I try to move in naught;
Yet, this courage in me has brought--
Fresh yearning brought to my sinew:
To the limbs, a vigor of new,
To try myself to advance,
Rather than to hold-on askance--
Who's to say another league,
Could free me from this other realm...
Was it fate or chance our paths were crossed
Heading two different directions, that merge to one
The whole time my heart being turned and tossed
Being drawn to you like a flower is to the sun
Hoping longing that the day soon comes to light
That our eyes meet and all hopes then become true
Walking beside each other beginning our plight
Without words each says to the other, I love you
Realizing the combining of two souls now achieved
The sorrow of loneliness disbanded never to return
A love never giving chance for either to be deceived
Something that no one can teach nor can one learn
Looking to the day that our two worlds are united
Fighting against the possibility to ever be divided
His clothes were ragged his face gaunt and lean
When first he appeared upon the scene
From where he came no one knew for sure
He was just there one day among the poor
His voice was calm yet filled with quiet power
As he said "This Earth is facing its darkest hour"
"Fear, hate and greed now rule the day"
"And hope is fading as man has lost his way"
These few words he uttered and then withdrew
Disappearing like a ghost as does the morning dew
The crowd was stunned, his words ringing in their ears
One crying out “Who was this stranger that plays upon our fears"
No one answered; no one would even hazard a guess
And the crowd slowly disbanded as if saying "I could really care less"
So the world goes on choosing once again to discard and forget
Unaware that ignoring the words of the stranger they will live to regret
At the famous Folies Bergère
all the dancing girls fell sick
No one to entertain the tourists
who wouldn’t get to see high kicks
The manager of the venue
thought so long and very hard
He unchained the dancing bears
that lived in the tiny back yard
They went through their routine
since they’d not performed in years
They were absolutely step perfect
the manager was moved to tears
The polar bear and brown bears
became a massive hit on stage
All the dancing girls got sacked
dancing bears were all the rage!
But the animal rights campaigners
set up petitions on a Facebook group
It was deemed that the act was cruel
and disbanded the dancing bear troop
The high kicking girls were re employed
See them can can the whole night through
The dancing bears are now retired
They’ll end their days in the local zoo
Bring on the dancing bears contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
3/18/19
BRIGHTNESS BEMUSED
Hindered and hampered by heartache
Splintered and splattered by the splendor of a seductress
Worn and torn by torment’s temper
I am a burning bridge banned from any buttress
Haunted and taunted by the vestiges of vagrant romance
Stranded and disbanded by a beauty born of galactic grace
Hurting and spurting the fluid of a life now meaningless
Lamenting a lust for loveliness laden in lingerie of lace
Tormented and fragmented by the fear of recollection
Remembering the dismembering of delight
Days bedazzled by a bed of buds and bemusement
Brightness that led to the bowels of a never ending night
© 2009…..free cee!
Worthy of love, unbreakable togetherness, and lasting compassion would have been instilled
strongly in the vessel of thirsting heart and unstable mind of a child.
But, why soup of hatred, a platter of pale love and a bowl of spoiled unloving thoughts
are laid in the niche of the child’s sprouting character?
Family ties were untied by a father who neglected his pure actions and encouraging words
and translated into unspoken greediness and unnoticed carelessness of expressed thoughts
that form the growing character of his son.
The family bonding is disbanded by a mother who works in the scope of her comfort where
eyes and mouth are only the weapons of her love and care for her curious daughter and for
her wandering son.
A father who offers a well of gold and silver, a mother who clothes sparkling dress of
worldly wealth to her offspring!
Their children have worn ever the brightest smile but not for a while,
The pleasures of their tongue were satisfied but not their hearts.
Corruption begins at home.
It creeps to the nerves of the heart of your son.
It envelops the innocent soul of your daughter.
For every dishonest word that is pronounced by the indifferent father,
For every unchecked actions that mother has imposed,
Are a sure lifetime shaper to the values and character of the children.
Family brings serpents of corruption in every corner of the home.
It blows very hard like a destructive wind of the storm.
It is like a starving lion that preys on the flesh of good virtues and leaves nothing but
dead soul!
Father, Mother, May I appeal to your deepest conscience and understanding!
May you be vigilant and be watchful of your actions and your ways of life!
Your most beloved children are at stake in the breaking and making of their character!