Best Double Quick Poems
The alleyways within the maze are paved with rats and mice.
Evangelists with moneyed fists collect the sacrifice
from losers scorned and rubes reborn, and promise paradise,
while in the back they cook some crack, inhale, and roll the dice.
A bum called Boe has stubbed his toe, he’s stumbled in the gutter;
with broken neck, he looks a wreck, the sparrows all aflutter,
the passers-by, they close an eye, and turn their heads and mutter:
“Let’s pray for rains to wash the lanes, to clear away the clutter.”
A river slows neath mountain snows, and leaves begin to shudder.
Though rip-off shops and crooked cops are paid not once but thrice,
the painted girl with flaxen curl is paring down her price
and loosely tempts cold hands unkempt to touch the merchandise.
A crazy guy cries “where am I”, a schizo titters twice,
and double quick a lunatic affects a fight with lice.
The jungle teems, a siren screams, the air is filled with meth.
The Reverent Priest and nuns unleash the Holy Shibboleth.
And Righteous Jane who is insane, as well as Sister Beth,
while telling tales to no avail of everlasting death,
at least imbue Hagg Avenue with whisky on their breath.
The Reverent Priest combats the Beast, they’re kneeling down to prey,
to fight the truth with fang and tooth, to toil for yesterday,
to etch their mark within the dark, to paint their résumé
on shrouds and sheets which then completes the devil’s dossier.
Old dan, he's drunk and in a funk, all mired in the mud.
A Monk begins to wash Dan’s sins, and asks “How are you, Bud?”
“I’m feeling pain and crying rain till soon there is a flood.
And no god’s there who seems to care I’m always coughing blood.”
The Monk, he turns, Dan’s words he spurns and lets the bible thud.
Well, Banjo Boy, he will annoy with jangled rhymes that fray:
“The clanging bells of carousels lead blind men’s minds astray
to rings of gold they’ll never hold in fingers made of clay.
But crest and crown will crumble down, when withered roots decay.”
Continued
Categories:
double quick, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
best friend, children, first love, games, heartbreak, life, moving on,
SKIP TO MY LOU! ©
Harmonizing rhythms
Rotations synchronize to
Skip to My Lou
My Darlings
Couples take up ends
Two turn rope 'required'
Like me with you
Two ends
One jumper
Take turns
Work ends timing.
Double Dutch
Double quick
Pavement recounts
All the licks!
Skipped times
Challenges anew
Missteps loose turns
Rope Splits
Stop skip
Mid crisis
Ends must be reunited
Another ‘Skip To My Lou’
Game starts
More to chance
With knotted ends
'Jointed' again
Start the count-down
One, two, three,four,
You missed stepped---
And loose
My turn!
Categories:
double quick, best friend, children, first
Form:
Free verse
I could sense something was wrong
So I went to see moving carefully among the trees,
I saw a building of harsh stone
Unforgiving standing alone,
I crept up with stealth to see through a small window
Hoping it would reveal what was inside,
Curious me, with my curious nature.
Looking in like I spy
I saw things that were vile,
This building was a slaughter house
A place of death, a place of pain.
Peering in I saw animals queuing up to be put to death
Cows on the right and pigs hung from hooks on the left,
No hope or salvation
Just simply death
And I saw the terror in their eyes
To me this was no shock or surprise.
I crept around too the door
And was not prepared for what I saw,
Blood running like a river as they slit pigs throats
As they fired into the head of the cow a bolt,
I could smell the blood and smell the death
And in that moment I felt bereft,
I could hear the deafening terrified screams
From the pigs as they were dying,
Then sent into searing hot water and steam
So as to strip the skin with comparative ease,
The cows were hauled up on hooks
To suffer the same fate, if I am not mistook.
In this place I could almost taste
The sickening meat on display,
I moved inside where a cow was hanging
I stroked the hair upon its face,
Said a prayer for its soul
And felt the disgrace carried out by the human race,
I could feel the last of the warmth evacuate.
I touched, smelt, saw, heard and tasted the death of animal innocence
And vowed never to eat meat again,
A man came over and tried justifying this
Saying that they were bred for it.
I was not convinced,
I just felt sick,
I said nothing but left
Double quick,
This obscenity would now live with me
Long on in my thoughts, dreams and memories.
Categories:
double quick, animal, death, senses, sick,
Form:
Free verse
We have an unwanted mouse in our house
But am I permitted to kill it? No is the answer
My son suggested I leave the back door open
So it could let it self out when it was ready
My wife wants me to buy a humane trap
So I can catch it, release it, and catch it again next week
How confused we are of what animals are
We have this romantic notion of the animal kingdom
That they are just like humans but in animal form
We have endowed the beasts with human qualities
Beatrix Potter’s tales are a classic example of this
Stories spoon fed to young eager minds for decades
Mice do not live in houses, watch TV or play scrabble
It’s just a mouse, its vermin, and it’s eating my food
They have been humanised in a century of cartoons
In that undignified way we have Disney-fied them
Well we need to un-Disneyfy the creatures double quick
So I have baited my trap and I will wait for the snap
Because Mice don’t live in houses especially not in mine
Categories:
double quick, funnyanimal, animal,
Form:
Raisin said, “Let’s write a poem,
Let’s try to make everything rhyme
A Limerick; maybe a sonnet
Let’s write it in double quick time?”
Rum said, “Let me get us started,
I’ll make it an everyday tale
And if we write something artistic
An agent might put it on sale.
“We will have to keep it in memory
For kittens cannot hold a pen
And despite recent hype, we can’t even type
So let’s limit stanzas to ten.”
Those kittens sat ‘writing’ together
All day and well into the night
And when they were done Rum asked whether
They should edit or even rewrite
Raisin said, “No, I don’t think so,
Let’s run through again and decide.”
Her recital was ‘read’ and, nodding, Rum said
“That should impress poets worldwide.”
So Raisin had thoughts that were forming
A plan that was worthy of note
“Let’s say it aloud in the morning,
So ‘Mummy’ can hear what we wrote.”
At seven a.m. the alarm clock
Awoke mum and dad from their rest
They silenced the clock and got quite a shock
As Rum gave the poem his best
Well, mum and dad listened intently
As their kittens recited away
“I think,” said their dad, “Those kittens are mad!”
For this was their poem that day….
Meow, meow, prrrr, mew, meow
Prrr, mew, meow, prrr, mew……….
Categories:
double quick, cat, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Somewhere deep inside of me is a heretic and a saint.
One's heart beats double-quick while the others' fairly faint.
Sometimes if I'm still enough I can hear the one quite clear.
First a trot then a gallop;loud and thunderous in my ear.
Until all I know is day is gone.
This night seems oh so long.
Behind this beat the other heart keeps time,
providing bass-line for my song.
Discord in accompany of sophisticated subtlety.
As the one crescendos,others start to play.
It's then I know this dark,dark night will soon give way to day.
Categories:
double quick, introspection, music, self, strength,
Form:
Rhyme
Hey everybody it's
Saturday Night
And I am free and single
And what that means is
It's time to gather the boy's
And head downtown
In search of a crowded dancefloor
Full of fever hottie's throwing
sexy shape's my way
Who I can lay my game on
I've had a shower got my best
clothes and fragrance on
Now all i need to do is down a
gallon of beer and quadrilateral shot's
in double quick time
So I am then enabled to ever so subtly
approach whichever unlucky gal I am
about to try my luck out with
And this is what ill say to her
Hey there girl
I see I caught your eye
Do you come here often
I don't do this very often
But because it's you ill make an exception
But if you'll lend me $10
I'll buy us both a round of drink's
And we'll see how thing's go
I'm not promising you anything
and don't take anything for granted
Apart from the fact either i am quite
obviously very cheap a funny guy
Or rather than or as I like to profess
I am a feminist who treat's women with
the total respect they are due
And if that don't work as in all probability
and likely hood it won't
I'll just continue carry on drinking until
come the end of the night
I'll do what I always do and try my
best to latch on to the female version
of me who is even drunker
But who still is able enough to
hail us a cab to get us home
So I can pass out on her once we are
there hopefully without me throwing
up or peeing myself in the process
Because the next time I am out chance's
are I may just come across her and our
paths may cross again
And that could possibly blow my chances
of bagging one of her friends
Because girls tend to tell their friends
everything nothing stays in Vegas
Right down to the size of your plumber's
crack and ballcock
Categories:
double quick, sad,
Form:
Free verse
YEAR’S END
The year’s end is near as we head to the next one.
Already Halloween has come and gone
and bonfire night is a warm memory.
Soon Christmas will be here to dazzle
us with seasons greeting and merriment for all.
We remember what has been before
and memories we’ll keep forever.
There is still time to enjoy this year
as the leaves turn golden and dark nights draw in.
in double quick time we’ll be planning things
for the next 12 months and the whole process
will start again.
Because this is winter and nearly the year’s end.
Categories:
double quick, celebration, farewell, fun, halloween,
Form:
Free verse
Many my joys ye robbed, rob still,
Lifelong ye played on me your trick.
Rather than cure blown bubble’s ill,
Ye destroyed my self double quick.
When hurt O Imposter evil,
You sulked and made the real me sick.
Your whims needed a curing pill
In the form of a whacking stick.
Truth of atman walks nude at will,
But you loved gilded lies to lick.
You often talked of sun’s great chill,
And made my serene nights look bleak.
Tried, tame my mind to climb uphill,
And made it chase your false logic.
But no more, I now know to deal
With you, just wait for my last kick.
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Couplets |24.01.2023| mind, mischief
Categories:
double quick, self,
Form:
Couplet
The year is galloping at an alarming pace
You want to yell whoa!
Where did spring go?
You feel like you’re riding a runaway horse
Helplessly away from the usual course
Last year didn’t go so fast
Life was just slower in the past
Quick, book a summer holiday
Double quick, it’s nearly May
Hurry, airfares are soaring
Or it’s Bognor again – boring!
Yikes, pumpkins grinning in Tesco, steady!
Can’t be that time of year already!
Winter woollies, scarves, a mitten
Where’s my wool, must get knittin’
Snow swirling outside my window pane
Footsteps crunching down the lane
Next year is creeping nearer
I just hope things won’t be dearer!
Categories:
double quick, december, winter,
Form:
Light Verse
Who was such an arrogant p***k,
Turned out a sport, and double quick,
What was vulgarity
Turned into charity,
What was a faux pa, what a trick!
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Happenings |20.12.2022| Limerick
Poet’s note: New Zealand PM Jacinda Arden was caught on a hot microphone using a vulgarity. Yet, what could have taken an ugly turn, turned a face-saver. She and her target agreed to sign an official transcript and auctioned it to fetch 100,000 NZ dollars. Well, one who was a p***k sort, turned out to be a good sport! Some may focus on vulgarity, some on charity, what about the politicians’ maturity?
Categories:
double quick, humor, world,
Form:
Limerick
The sleigh is empty
The list is ticked
It’s back to base
Double quick
Mrs. Claus is waiting
To greet me
Fidgeting around
Quite excitedly
The bags are packed
And in the sleigh
We’re off to Florida
For a holiday
Categories:
double quick, holiday
Form:
Kant komment keener
Loony labour greens and teals
Liberal loosers
Rorts and squeals..Alphabet soup
They they can't connect.'
Their voice was rejected.'
Whars up next?
Reckless toothles renewable fuels
Concocted by morons, and peddled
By fools.' Elbows comrades gather round
Theres Michelle Rowland as circus clown
The narrative of four years, now gossamer thin
They've got two legged spiders doing the spin'
Elbow's mates on the liberal bench, are there to
Pretend they oppose the wretch.' Whack a mole
Is his pol'o brother, don't cha know.' They often
Drink carrot juice together, they want to grow, better vision
Yet the people see.' They coulden't find sand in
Gibsons seas.' And beleive you me.' These gala's are
Wingless, even their jokes won't fly, so I have a suggestion
Maybe they'll try? Get round to kerrys double quick
Hes got some serum.' Thats good if your thick' it conferrs
Much wisdom and cures all i'lls even the neighbors are happy
When they see, youse take a good fill.' A dozen doses
And you'll both be right.' And chan't will likely be booking a midnight
Flight, I suggest Japan theres still some alive.' there he
Can get his 'stab on' geez i'm just lost for words inside' apart from
Advice on yabbie bait..' So get your sheeps heads in Canberra, for
They're the rankest i've ever smelled in a while old mates.!
Categories:
double quick, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
Life is slipping away with each clock tick,
no slowing down until pendulum will stop.
It’s relentless counting seems double quick,
until at last it’s become my time to drop.
Today has arrived finding me downcast,
and groping for words like some half-wit.
My happier times all snooze in my past,
but today will be what I choose to make it.
Categories:
double quick, age, life, time,
Form:
Lyric