Best Do Not Have A Clue Poems
Sonnet ‘O Sarcasm, Not
When too frequently posed the question of “you’re not mad at me are you?”
The quick, smart Aleck, retort of “dogs get mad, people get angry or even”, usually follows depending on what they did do.
The following discourse exacerbates whatever is a ’brew.
I say this sometimes anyway, it has become a habit; some do not have a clue!
Imagine that? Sarcasm comes off as nasty, who knew?
Many times, it is condescending, like boasting, who the hell are you?
Human beings are social animals alike our hornet friends
Each hornet communicating with his or her own secret language, no sarcasm necessary
When one stirs up a hornets’ nest, literally or metaphorically, neither species tend to break out into song as the ends
Spell it please? I- T. Huh? Will you say that again? That again!Sarcastic tones sound immensely arrogant and demeaning.
Laughter is absolutely non-essential to sarcasm, like when shortcomings are used to shame.
Do not be discouraged, even Plato has been to blame
Some think sarcasm funny, but it is the lowest form of wit,
And using it to bring others down makes me as mad as a hornet.
A men only poem, well I never-
that is something odd, for a start
submissions from men
who pick noses and then
will polish it off with a fart.
We undress like drunken mime artists
look like we get dressed in the dark
steer cars like we're swimmin'
and then complain women
do not have a clue how to park.
Our cooking skills are just amazing
we're known for our barbecue fame
coz we somehow have learnt
just which food has been burnt
when it's black it all looks just the same
Our acting is worthy of Oscars
or any such Thespian cup
stagger home fully juiced
with some drunken excuse
but we still avoid getting beat up
In beachwear we are an Adonis
our styling choices are quite bold
from speedos so weeny
to full on Mankinis
...it's small coz the water's too cold....
The world would be worse off without us
devoid of intelligent life
there's nothing to rival
our power of survival
except for the girlfriend.
Or wife.
She told me to put that bit in.
Yes, dear.
I'll be right there.
Submitted with my missus' grudging permission for contest 'Men only #2,
sponsored by Kelly Deschler
July 16th 2015
" Why is the sky blue? " , said the Baby Gnu. "
Why do the seasons start anew? " and " Why do they call this place Timbuktu? "
" I do not have a clue," said Papa Gnu. "
" But I believe it to be true,
that the answer is inside of you and when I am long gone,
I hope you have the view, that as you grew,
I did what was true,
tried my best to show you what to do
and keep you far, far away from that place called the zoo."
You bellow and spit before my face,
Grabbing your crotch with pride,
Yet when I roll my eyes and turn away,
My friends are mystified,
Forgive me, but these oafs I see
Just do not have a clue,
Why would I date these monkeymen
When I can see them at the zoo?
In five years' time, perhaps your brain
Will struggle to the stage
When you've matured, and can manage to
At least act half your age.
there is only one woman
in the whole wide world
one thing that matters
this certian girl
and she fills my mind
both days and nights
her loveliness is my delight
a loveliness i can not requite
so quiet lies my tongue
that would confess so much
about desire for a simple touch
heartless to tell anyone
about this crush
especially her, i love her that much
better to live with a dream
than deal with rejection
secrets are kept for my protection
painfull are the places
we learn this lesson
spending the most of our lives
hiddng from rejection
a man begins to wonder
what is this thing that has me bound
why is her name a wonderful sound
why am i the only one that
watches her the way that i do
i thought i had the answer
but i do not have a clue
hopeing that she'd notice that i never
denighed her any request
and that she would stay longer
and that was my only test
start a conversation
maybe start a kind of relation.
why do i see her imperfection
as the most beautiful thing i have searched
and count it as the only worth
that held me bound to the earth
that kept me sound to sanity
and insanity where my minds
looks for moments that we share
looking for opportunity to dare
and hope that you have a snare
to entangle me somewhere
where my imagination
has went wild.
If no one ever tells you how
wonderful you are,
How happy you make them feel,
How you shine like the stars,
I will.
If no one lets you know how much
you are appreciated,
How they love the things you do,
How you are meant for greatness,
I will.
If the others can not see the beauty
that you hold,
The sweetheart that you are,
The sincerity in your soul,
I will.
If others don't understand the
things you do,
Why you talk the way you talk,
If they do not have a clue,
I will.
If no one else could give you love,
Give you unexpected gifts,
Give you kisses and hugs,
I will.
If everyone else turns their backs,
and you need someone to stay,
Someone to have your back,
To help you along the way,
If you need someone to pull you up,
When you're about to fall,
Someone to tell you you're too
good,
To be on hands and knees trying to
crawl,
If you're looking for the one
person,Who knows you better than
some,
Who loves you no matter what,
Look right here,
I'm the one.
If no one ever
tells you that a day without you is
not faceable,
They would be lost had God not
given them you,
Or let you know that you are not
replaceable,
I will.
I Love you, Happy Birthday sister
I am the eponymous A. Floating-Voter!
I do know my mind, but I’ll follow the pack …
My vote’s up for sale now, to the highest bidder.
Yes! What was that offer, sir? You at the back?
One fellow offered me ‘less unemployment’;
Another one’s promised a crackdown on Crack.
A third says my kids should get more education!
Now who’s gonna offer me tuppence off tax?
One bloke is standing who’ll never be sitting!
So if he’s elected, he won’t see it through.
He said I could choose ‘Not to be European’.
I thought I did that back in ’72 …
‘A’ says I’ll have more disposable income;
‘B’ says he’ll build us more roads and such-like.
If I vote for ‘B’, I’ll have more roads to drive on;
If I don’t vote for ’A’, then I can’t run a bike!
All of them claim to be fighting corruption;
Opening closets; exposing the sin …
Though naturally, MPs are above suspicion!
Now, what was this ‘Members’ Expenses’ thing?
I’m already beginning to feel some confusion.
Which of the parties is really the best?
They all claim the others are nothing but liars …
But none of them passes the ‘truthfulness’ test …
I really do not have a clue who to vote for!
I’m starting to wonder if I should abstain …
But ‘Say what you want!’ was my Mum’s favourite motto,
‘And if you don’t get it, then you can complain!’
So, come voting day, I’ll be down at that station.
I’m going to vote, and I’m keeping close tabs …
So go for it, candidates! Try to attract me!
‘Cause, ‘tween now and then, chaps,
My vote’s up for grabs!
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This is how we tackle elections in Great Britain - not so slick, but lots of fun!
Entered in Dana'lynn Smith's "Politically Educated" contest by Frances King
I do not have a clue what to say,
I just know that I ruined your day,
when the drinks got flowing
nakedness was showing...
just stopped by your wedding to say "Hey."
spacing out I never did
Now I feel like a kid
Daydreaming with thoughts of pleasure
Since a gift of hidden treasure
Glanced into my lonely eyes
Now no matter how I try
My mind always goes back to you
And I do not have a clue
How I ever lived before
Now my hearts begging for more
Longing for a simple touch
Never have I felt so much
Joy building up way inside
Forgetting all the tears I've cried
Hurt and sorrow fading fast
You are helping me get past
Torture I have always known
From loves that have never grown
Into anything except
Surging pain which slowly crept
Its way into every inch
Of a heart that's squeezed and pinched
With no relief anywhere
Betting no love--only fear
And rejection would be mine
Never knowing love so kind
Eventually could come my way
Here until my dying day
Please throw a rock so I can be free
Shatter these clear walls of my house
I'm tired of living in a clear prison
The outside search lights are awfully bright
Shatter these clear walls of my house
At times I feel like I'm going crazy
The outside search lights are awfully bright
There's no shade when you live behind glass
At times I feel like I'm going crazy
You see me and think you understand
There's no shade when you live behind glass
So I retreat to the sanctuary of my mind
You see me and think you understand
In reality you do not have a clue
So I retreat to the sanctuary of my mind
It is privacy that I wish I could find
In reality you don't have a clue
I'm tired of living in a clear prison
It is privacy that I wish I could find
Please throw a rock so I can be free
Frank H got me to thinking what
it would be like to live in a glass house.
Just Something I Know
You do not know who I am
And I do not know you too
So what has caused that spark?
And drawn me closer to you?
I am not sure how to proceed
Because I would like to talk to you
But age has played a factor
And I simply do not have a clue
So if you would care to tell me
What is it you are looking for?
Maybe I could help with that
And you would know a little bit more
You say you that you seek passion
A very admiral and wonderful trait
But only one in a sum of many
That will certainly impact your fate
There is compassion and forgiveness
For mistakes unerringly made
There is also honor and trust you see
Without either a big price to be paid
So I would share a small fact with you
Never give up looking for love
And the day that you finally find it
You should give thanks to God above
True love is a God given gift
It is just something I know
And make sure with all your heart
You never lose it or let it go
Connie Moore
5/6/14
There was music mixed with melody
Unique the song we wrote
Our love composed the lyrics
Every line, each chosen note
Won't you stay like this forever
Just the thought of you divine
The way you stroke my ego
As I'm about to lose my mind
When I urgently need to tell you
A thought that crept into my head
You never fail to head me off
That smile saying 'hush just come to bed'
My senses explode to overdrive
As reason waves and leaves
Submitting to the call you send
Until you are all my eyes can see
Don't change a thing about you
That little frown, the way you think
Where thoughts crash around and clatter
Till you quit with a devilish wink
What the hell are you saying?
Sometimes, I just do not have a clue
Whispers that go way above my head
Then I know, it's that cryptic you
I have held this hand my whole lifetime
know every fingerprint, line and scar
Never change my darling
You're perfect the way you are
I'd awaken every morning
Wondering who you'd be today?
Serious, motivated, anxious
Crazy, wild, passée
Won't you stay with me forever
I know, before a tear drop forms
I know the second you're about to cry
Just by how those eyebrows form
You're leaving me now are'nt you?
Your hands are oh so cold
Your face has lost it's colour
Your too fragile for me to hold
Stay as you are for always
I'll stay too and watch you as you fly
In my mind's eye you'll live eternal
It's just the vessel I watch die.
" Stairway To Heaven "
I hear something
its a faint beautiful voice saying
"hey, Correctional Officer
its time to come to me
up the Stairway To Heaven.
I want you with me in my sight
You have done so well
with your short time of life
as you have died this night.
You have honored my commandments
lived your life for me
now its time for you to retire
you always did what’s best
your reward is being saved
from the devil’s hellish fire.
I want you next to me
I want to hear your story
to me you must explain"
I said to thee oh Lord
I will do the best I can
I’ll even make it plain.
I’ve seen the devil’s evil work
I’ve had my share of fights
I’ve never turned to run away
my job had many frights.
I’d worry about my home
the family that I love
I knew if something happened
you’d watch them from above.
Walking down those tiers
daily fighting with the screams
behind the metal gates
the job that no one wanted
the lowest branch of law
there is no real debate.
We did the best we could
behind the concrete wall
each and every day
we provided for our families
gave them what we could
there was no other way.
Your name was often mentioned
when crisis would arise
to protect us from the danger
and quell our hurtful cries.
Free people on the streets
do not have a clue
to this kind of anger
that I am telling you.
They never see or hear
the ugliness inside
the lives we sometimes save
even some have died.
They rarely get to read
of our brothers and our sisters
and the life that they gave
while walking through the tiers.
We are one great big family
during all our shifts
together meeting every day
protecting free society
with little recognition
and very little pay.
The job that I was doing
for every human being
kept me out of touch
I really want you to know Lord
I have you in my heart
I love you very much.
I’ve looked out for the good folks
kept them all real safe
through my daily beat
always hoping one day
you my lord
I would get to meet.
You reached out with your arms
wrapped them all around me
and said I’ve done my time in hell
you said I finally made it
you gave me one last key
you said I fit in well...
Penned By MPK
Such a terrible way to be when you've been hurt by the one you hold so dear,
The emotions that rush through your soul alerting you of what you most fear.
Visions of all the cold dark nights with the sound of emptiness loud as drums,
The pain in my stomach aches to my soul and I'm afraid of all that is to come.
What kind of pleasure is this to hurt another and not feel the pain you've caused,
It is clear to see that you do not have a clue of what exactly you have lost.
In the days that will follow will be a reminder of your greatest mistake,
You will beg and you will pray for it to end but it will be to late.
The heaviness in my heart wieghs me down making it hard to move around ,
Knowing this is the beginning of a sad future this is what I've found.
How could this possibly happen to me I was so ready and so prepared ,
One thing for sure I am feeling today that there is no doubt I am scared.
All your lies and deceptions have found thiere way to my once true heart,
I know this for fact what is to happen very soon I will be falling apart.
There will be no more sunny skies filled with those happy moments,
There will only be a shell of a man who once had a dream and felt content.
Do you see the things in the back of my mind shadowing what was our lives,
As they draw closer and clearer showing me just how much it makes me want to cry.
Tac
It is crazy, it is loco, just like the name
On ranches in the Southwest, it will grow
It is a poison, a narcotic, will drive animals insane
Once they have eaten it for a short period of time, never the same
It will ill them, but death comes slow
Has the very same affect as heroin and cocaine
Looks like alfalfa, pretty, sweet and green
Grows in the winter, when grass is straw like and dead
They are forever pulled to it, like a magnet force
To them it is like sweet candy, very high in protein
But in a matter of time, will take them to their death bed
From a deer to an antelope, to a cow and a horse
It is easy to tell when one is on he weed, by the things that they do
They will get thin, won't eat anything else, get upset fast
Like a worm in a apple, that is what it does to their brain
They are in a storm of their own and do not have a clue
It is one that they will never get past
Like drugs, everything to lose and nothing to gain
The seed will lay in the ground for ninety nine years of more
They have tried to eradicate it, the next year it will be back
They chop and burn it, but still there is the seed
For the rancher it is a losing battle and a lopsided score
The more they fight, the less that they win
So they just try to live with the damn old LOCO WEED