Best Discourteous Poems
The mischievous Sandman runs a con game each night
After all the youngsters are safely tucked away
He dances into my room like an elfin sprite
He seizes my hand, tries to lure me outside to play
Then he’s bored on my shoulder at the computer
Threatens to throw pixie dust into sleepy eyes
Quells my muse like a discourteous intruder
I’ve attempted to handle him with a compromise
Just let my muse roam free for a couple of hours
For at this time of night, fantasies flow smoothly
But he feels the need to boast of superpowers
And when I ask for time, he glares gloomily
It’s three in the morning and I should be asleep
This nightly visitor has grown to be a pest
Distaste continues to grow for this pesky creep
And the sandman scowls when I say, “Give it a rest!”
*Entry for Deb’s Fantasy Land Contest
April 29, 2011
Categories:
discourteous, fantasymuse,
Form:
Rhyme
"The Dreams of Bedes"
Jewels they found
dripping like diamonds
from the overflowing viaducts
scattered on the ground
at the feet of disbelief
barely seen
shod lost and disobedient
counting the cost for
unwanted inconvenience
those bridges burn now like
scarlet rubies blood read
the swords dipping
like dancers tango
tripping machiavellian
tomes marked requiem
for burying
tongues caught
between teeth, closed lips
dance ruthlessly
through all the walls
biding their time, what is left
rustling
the notes felt
in an unseen breeze
opening doors
tinkling keys for all
riders on the storm
to take their discourteous leaves
from the exterior world
to make pearls on strings
of words
recounting station
to station
rosaries each
scored venerable
for the dreams of shining bedes
broken and restrung
never over
just begun
music
for
Black Boy Roses
smiling
with the Sun
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
VIVALDI «Filiae maestae Jerusalem» (II Sileant Zephyri)
https://youtu.be/xW19qNYQDXQ
"Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house, we're born
Into this world, we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
Riders on the storm..."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bede
Bedes/plural.
Beads.
Categories:
discourteous, muse,
Form:
Free verse
Arriving from unknown somewhere
He set up clinic in the market square
Declared he could cure any disease
Using herbal drugs of plants and trees
Townsfolk being credulous
Soon to his shop began to rush
Diabetics, rheumatics, asthmatics flooded
None over his degree brooded
A few weeks later, afloat was this rumor
He cures for he rightly detects the humor
Realizing that every client is a prospective fan
He talked in technical terms even with laymen
He would expose his victims to numerous medical terms
Also trade-names, contents, firms, diseases and germs
Just to exhibit erudition and sound philosophy
Without occasion he embarked on learned topics
Often dwelt on sedatives and epilepsy
Or discoursed at length on tumor and biopsy
Then in a torrent of rodomontade would relate
Histories of cases cured with specific names and date
Discourses full of references to Ayurvedic treatises
Madhav, Charak, Susrut and other varieties
To prove his point he recited aloud original excerpts
As a result ,he soon won the epithet: "expert of experts"
"Discourteous ingrates! They even do not thank
Though I give 'em new life" exclaimed the mountebank.
Always eager to spar against allopathy
At the slightest provocation he would lecture on allopathic hazards
Or would lament on untidy hospitals and unhygienic wards
Boldly averring: "To hide anything from patients is a deadly sin"
Within no time he became a celebrity
His tricks worked and brought him publicity
After a year DHO came to see him in person
And sought his counsel for his sick son
A minister's car at his doorstep halted
Just to enhance libido and weakness treated
He gave the minister powerful mercury dust
Which triggered his vigor and inflamed his lust
Then to CM's ears reached his fragrant fame
Who called him secretly telling him not to declare name
MPs in turn heard of this rare phenomenon
And turned up to consult him one by one
Director drug control came to seek his advice
For chronic dysentery and perennial bronchitis
At length PM had to send him his compliments
For service to nation and" particular "patients
The whole world acknowledged him as master of his craft
But a person knew his truth in his own staff
His compounder knew his master was a fake
But he swallowed the secret for heaven's sake
Categories:
discourteous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, drug,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
stubborn at the most
unfortunate moments
and quick with a
flabbergasted wit
he ambushes me from
the alleys in his mind
from behind
where four strikes
are uncommon
and frequently
commented upon
let's try to ignore the
inane flattery and take
into consideration
three screwdrivers deep
the fantastic premise this
is situated upon
apart-heid
has rendered my fat
and substance unfit
avocados are for brains
still, lavender for calm
we come together
in spite of
differing points of
perspective
expatriated breaths
gasped and sighed at
in the dwelling I somehow fancied
as a home has suddenly become a
jail/reformatory/pilgrimage
a complex and refracted
reflected gallery of smiles
and countenances
not discourteous
simulateously entertained with quips
and the locking of eyes
with the neighborhood bulldog
he arrives again
with breath like linament
stale tobacco and promises
we bicker and yell
no promise as of yet has transpired
above a certain hell
of vacuous emotion
Categories:
discourteous, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, satire, perspective,
Form:
A school in a village without any pastel –
Divine Child which never cares for riel
Strives for excellence. Does propel
The children upwards and rebel
Against injustice gigantic or sea shell;
Strives to let its stars and carvings excel
With the artistic hands of its roselle.
All play ups and disobeys did she quell
For all discourteous and insolent is knell.
Insurgencies and Illiteracy repel
As soon as they hear Divine’s yell.
She made IAS, engineer and Laurel
Who are shining brightly in parallel.
The capacity to write is more in noel
As during Christmas less is evil’s spell
And more golly and blimey impel.
She is still like a nice damoiselle
Not touched by corruption or rebel.
This is pond. In it many a Raphael
Have drowned to break a cell
From which brains emerged like sail
Which drove young minds to foretell
Their future. With Anandi ma’am’s spell
She still does prosper, flourish and excel.
Categories:
discourteous, student,
Form:
Monorhyme
President Donald Trump
Such a discourteous chump
Walked ahead of the Queen
This audacious gaffe should NEVER be seen
****According to Royal protocol, it’s considered rude to show your back to the monarch****
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Categories:
discourteous, conflict, london, political, rude,
Form:
Clerihew
Sun shines on the righteous
Not coward, be courageous,
rational not religious,
affirmative, ambitious.
Sun shines on the righteous.
Days dawning discourteous,
ongoing obstacles oblivious.
Grow great,go ahead,glow glorious.
Sun shines on the righteous.
Enters enemy envious
Nagging nuisance notorious
Vanquish vandal being valorous
Sun shines on the righteous
Mend mind majestic marvelous,
holy heart humble and generous,
strong soul silent but serious.
Sun shines on the righteous.
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Categories:
discourteous, sun,
Form:
Monorhyme
You cried when I walked away from us,
And decided to reposition forward to another.
You thought I vacant on the covetousness,
Then to reside in my secure stages of love.
You wept when you instituted that my being,
Cheated on you with a licentious woman,
Then to coerce my lustful ways with you.
Your tears were mistaken to come down your cheek for me,
Cause my psyche was wrong to deceive on something exceptional
Like you.
I?m just blinded from what your perception brought to me.
You tried to take the trepidation of wanting esteem,
And just residing in the love you was positioning out for me.
The times were magical in my eyes.
You never asked for prosperity,
But just for to be adored by a spirit like me.
We would always debate on certain issues,
But would never turn our backs on one another.
We was the love chronicle that was prepared to be seen
And never had a beautiful finale too.
I used to offend your physical attributes,
And be inconsiderate for the choices you made in your life.
So for all my devious ways,
My player days,
Everything that I did to affront your being,
I just have to say ?I?m apologetic for being the discourteous person I was.
I did not appreciate your feelings and thoughts,
But was just not in keen on hearing your quandary with us.
Maybe I known we wasn?t inclined for one another,
Or maybe my empathy knew that you would exhibit tenderness towards it.
I think about you constantly like my prayers in the morning,
And my qualms at night.
But you won?t talk to me,
Or read the little annotations or sonnet's I write to you.
But if God himself gave me one more probability to prove my love once again with
you,
I would complete the sovereign you ached for in time.
No one with your exquisiteness and wits,
Should whimper over someone misguided of your love.
And for that I?m sorry for taking you through my tribulations of being a man.
Categories:
discourteous, love, love,
Form:
The union-management talks reach stalemates in their sessions.
Our representatives are attempting to gain concessions.
If we do not obtain better working conditions and a pay hike,
we see no other alternative but to go on strike.
On the slopes of Olympus Mons, we descend underground.
Inside this mine, deposits of titanium can be found.
If we go further, we can find gold and platinum.
In abundance are other metals like silver and palladium.
There are large untapped veins we can easily see.
Industries on Earth have been grateful for their discovery.
As a result, market prices for commodities have gone down.
Our location has been a booming Martian mining town.
The way the management has treated us has been pitiful.
It seems as if they are discourteous and ungrateful.
Despite dim light in the day, and subzero temperatures at night,
I have every belief in what we are doing is right.
Categories:
discourteous, science fiction, work,
Form:
Rhyme
disappoint, disavowed, disingenuous, displace
disastrous, disapprove, disallow, disadvantage, disaffect
disagree, disappear, disapprobation, disarray, disassociate
disbelieve, dishearten, disharmony, dishonest, disinterest
disguise, disenchant, disengage, disfavor, disgrace
disdain, discredit, discourteous, disconnect, discontent
discombobulate, disconcert, discontinue, discordant
discourage, disdain, disjunct, dislike, disloyal, dismal
disorder, disorient, disparage, disown, disparity, dispassion
dispirit, displeasure, dispossess, discriminate
dispute, disqualify, disquietude, disregard, disrespect
disrupt, dissension, dissociate, distort, distress
distance
Categories:
discourteous, on writing and words
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I cope with commercials
that sit on my head,
that wallop my westerns,
and leave them for dead.
They shoot me and loot me
till I go to bed.
I scream at a stop light
that steps on my brake,
that raises my hackles
till knucklebones ache.
They turneth me into
a coiled rattlesnake.
I hate when my hamburg
is freckled with fat.
What does "extra lean" mean?
Is it idle chitchat?
I'll be giving the grocer
a crisp caveat.
I abhor dirty dishes
piled high in the sink,
or when morning coffee
is too cold to drink,
or when my dear children
push me to the brink!
I detest barking dogs
when I'm trying to snooze.
Discourteous crows
also fail to amuse.
Perhaps I'll reserve a
Caribbean cruise!
Categories:
discourteous, anger, anxiety, how i
Form:
Rhyme
traffic is traveling in all directions
I do not miss the frantic feel of driving
the stress of wondering
when they are going to kill me
every car a potential bullet
large and mean
discourteous and rude
choosing to stay home is an easy choice
Categories:
discourteous, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
I was reaching inside my closet for my
most favorite purple
sparkly glitzy top from a Vegas resale shop today.
Suddenly I knew something was different.
I was not alone in my closet.
I looked down, into the yellow eyes of a sixteen foot alligator.
“Hi,” I said cheerfully, although my heart was anything but cheerful.
“Who are you?”
The gator grinned at me with all sixty-five thousand teeth.
I slammed the door shut.
Instantly regretting this.
It was a discourteous thing to do after all.
I held the door open just a tiny bit.
“Who are you?” I whispered.
No answer, but boy, did those teeth glisten in the dark! The eyes too.
“Honey,” I called to the living room.
“Honey! Honey! HONEY!”
Remembering he wears headphones so his TV does not disturb me,
I shut the door again, and wandered into my manly man's
man cave at the other end of the house.
“There is a surprise for you in my closet,” I said.
He was delighted.
“What is it?” he asked.
I had forgotten until this second it was his birthday.
Maybe I will not have to worry about forgetting to get him a present.
Categories:
discourteous, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
She’s like a monkey in the morning,
searching through her fleas.
She’s got molding mashed potatoes
where others keep their keys.
Her cloths are an invitation to
voice a mother’s sense of dread
“That’s what you’re gonna look like son
if you wear your cloths to bed.”
Her shopping cart is over flowing
from items she hasn’t bought
as she whines her way
past other slaves
of the City of New York.
She's lost her taste for liquor,
forgotten loving sex,
eats at the rescue mission and sings
in that choir when she gets picked.
Her face is a chubby cluster
of blackened cherry cobbler cheeks.
bruised by sun and wind and
horny, discourteous souls
who have taken what she could keep.
Then she takes a nap, takes a crap
on the City of New York.
Categories:
discourteous, abuse, america, bereavement, character,
Form:
Rhyme
God shifts his weight and half an oak remains.
One soul must die; another life retains.
I stand a little shaky now.
raise my hand, put drops in my eye,
A sort of palsy visits me
I let the blood sport play, yet wonder why
pause until I am no longer faint.
At times my body fools me, like wet paint.
I accept it as a debt I must repay,
for all the times I treated it that way.
cruel in action, abusive with indulgence,
careless or discourteous, ignoring common sense.
nonchalant, often asleep behind the wheel
Now time for me to touch my age with far less zeal.
Categories:
discourteous, age, appreciation, body, fate,
Form:
Rhyme