Best Eavesdropping Poems
Four characters that we know well
have problems they all want to tell
in therapy group.
To get all the scoop,
let’s eavesdrop, for all is not well!
Believing no more in himself,
sits dear Santa Claus and an elf
who is hating his work.
Santa says, “What jerk.
I should put you back up on your shelf!”
The elf, in a huff, then fires back
(for confidence HE does not lack),
“I believed in you once,
when you weren’t such a dunce.
Old geezer, go stuff your own sack!”
The anger inside the room grows
when Rudolph, who hates his red nose,
screams, “Don’t say such stuff.
St. Nick’s work is tough,
and MY job, dear elf, frankly BLOWS.
You elves get to go to the mall
and smile at the children and all.
No one’s calling you names
as you play reindeer games.”
The elf yells, “At least you’re not SMALL.
You think you have woes? Look at ME.
I’m called silly names constantly.
There’s a song about YOU
and your red nose debut.
Geez, a hero you’ve now come to be!!
An elf is an elf all the same.
Kids don’t even know my real name.
Reindeer get names like Cupid.
Well, your name should be STUPID.
What I would not give for YOUR fame!”
A snowman sits stoically there.
He turns to the arguing pair.
“A carrot’s MY nose!
To death I have froze,
yet I’m melting right now in this chair!”
When you weren't looking
I thought I heard your lips say
"Kiss me"
Your arms said
"Hold me tight"
And your heart say
"Love me tonight"
When you looked away
I heard your body say
"I could be yours"
And I swear I overheard
Your soul say
"We belong together"
"Love me tonight"
Love speaks louder than words
Even when not talking
Listen closely and you will overhear
How love feels
Listening In Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
12/11/19
A memory climbed out of the dark,
as I listened to the words of a new love song
Taking me back to where feelings were strong,
beyond the flashbacks of a long frozen dream
Remembering again, a last ember still burns,
and its light rewarms my heart
Where hidden deep in its shadows I see your face
—as the past is born again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)
Eavesdropping
A good man is hard to find
Said my Nana,
That was the day I saw tears in her eyes
As she nervously stuff the monthly tithe in the envelope
And headed to church that Sunday morning
Before, screaming at my granddad for hours
I guess she was mad as hell at the old fool
That was the same day when I found out that my hero my grandpa
Was having an affair with the widower Estelline Beckley
“Ellie you’re the only woman for me said my Granddad”
However, my Nana wasn’t haven’t any of that
So she slammed the door in Granddad face
I remember being scared, and confused,
About this family feud
So, I hid under the table, and prayed to God
for the screaming and shouting to stop
For several weeks all my Nana did was pray and prayed
And all Granddad done was burn her pots and pans
Boiling water and making coffee.
Nana told the neighbors, that those harlots with a trail
For a rear end, could cause a man to climb,
a mountain without his proper gears
That statement still baffles me until this day.
Until many years later when I met my mother half sister
the spit and image of my mother.
however, she had the very spirit and expression of my Granddad
so much for eave dropping and family affairs
Eavesdropping, not smart
A pile builds in the garden
The knife nicked his heart
The title for my collected literary works is...
Eavesdropping On The Everlasting... Justin A. Bordner 2022
Angry raised voices fall
Weeping then silence
Screams of intimacy
Making up from a fight
Inspired by: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=214784
"We need to cut the budget" the Treasury Minister said
"To try to get back in the black we’re deeply in the red
Our creditors are losing faith we’re getting near our limit
Gordon said he’d saved the world, I think he’s dropped us in it
Hang on a m’o before we go lets speak to Work and Pensions
Or better still the Bond Market to find out their intentions
The economy is shrinking , the pounds begun to drop
This will up the anti on the credit default swaps
The interest we are paying now is going through the roof
There’s really no way out of it we’ve got to tell the truth
We’ll slash all public spending, that’ll do for starters
If not, no doubt the IMF will have our guts for garters
Lots of folk will lose their jobs, that really is a shame".
"I know it is" the PM said "And we will get the blame.
I know things will be difficult but people should be told
it was Balls, Brown and Milliband who gave away our gold.
Those three and Darling made this mess and got us in this plight
Now we’ll be sacking thousands just to try to put it right
and honest men will lose their jobs and that sticks in my throat
Brown even signed the Treaty without giving us the vote.
They try to blame this on the Yanks for letting Lehmans fall
But that’s a lie they took their eye completely off the ball.
They never made an effort to control the greedy banks
When they tried for re-election the electorate said "No thanks"
Their short sighted ignorance has brought us to our knees
The entire nation now is set to feel the squeeze
They are in denial of the nations cash position
Once the cuts all start to bite they’ll blame the coalition"
I Give Up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
See night in his suit of gray,
bending low to kiss the day.
She's so modest, timid, shy,
that's her blush in the Western sky.
Deepening it lingers there
as peeping stars come out to stare.
But even they cannot persuade
night to raise his pulled down shade.
______________________________
For any old poem contest #6
by SKAT A
written sometime in 2014
To keep thee from the evil woman,
from the flattery of the tongue of a strange woman
Lust not after her beauty in thine heart;
neither let her take thee with her eyelids.(Proverb)
His eyes were filled with a deep sadness
My Granddad became the bastardy king
in Nana’s eyes
Meals that was once set for a king
Was no longer being served with his favorite homemade bread?
his late night ginger tea was swap for coca cola
from the old ice box.
Nana just know how to discipline the old fool
Together we sat on the stoop and make small talk
He told me that he messed up big time
And felt like disciple Peter
he was afraid that my Nana would never forgive me
I looked attentive at granddad and said,
“Yes old goat you bite off more than you could chew
With those missing tooth
I guess what I said made him laugh out loud
I remember putting my hands quick over my mouth
Like loose lips sank ships
Now! listen here little lady
Are those your Nana’s words? said Granddad”.
I nod my head and smile
Remembering my Granddad
On father’s day
... woodpeckers silent,
woods mute, overheard my thought,
eavesdropping I'm caught...
Black velvet night with lacy fingers
Parted the curtains from my eyes
They sat huddled there in solitude
Twirling lemon water in this sizzling heat
Are they talking about me?
Swinging under the leaves like grass
I can see their lips move
Screaming softly, a waltz thru sore throat
Eyes glance my way
As the world turns slowly watching me
Strumming my hear strings
Take me on the back of a bird
I need you
Cold building, cold shoulder
Emotions ripple thru me
Midnight has finally come
Talk over, they depart
Forehead ablaze, I chose to sleep
For Debbie’s ‘ Stream of Consciousness’ contest
Beyond function of eavesdropping as rational motive
My conscience* fulfills its assigned mission
Indeed effective, earnestly heaven-bound directive
Guiding with truth’s admonishing compassion.
Thus, I thank God for my conscience’s active presence
Righteous eavesdropping, indeed divinely-driven
Grieving for my wrong decision of pride’s license
Prodding me to confess my sins and be serenely forgiven.
With virtuous eavesdropping, my conscience I want to reign
Led by the Holy Spirit’s enabling for faith-service empowerment
Trusting the Lord, I yield against selfishness' worthless gain
Blessed to be freed from denial and conceit’s entanglement.
*2Corinthians 1:12 For our rejoicing is this, the testimony of our conscience, that in simplicity and godly sincerity, not with fleshly wisdom, but by the grace of God, we have had our conversation in the world…
December 30, 2019
3rd place, "STRAND SELECT 5 any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/7/2020.
Ear against a crack in the door,
“I’m leaving, I don’t love you anymore”
“Please don’t go, I’ll try my best”
I guess the flame has been repressed.
She scurried, hearing the doorknob turn,
Hoping he’s lying, her stomach churns.
One last look, their eyes lock in place
No goodbyes will be spoken,
No more happy face.
It's good to hear the geese going places
I wait for the last honk
and return to the keyboard.
Occasionally the earth and sky gets symphonic,
each sound-stream orchestrated
to build upon other sonics.
The bay window has large ears
it wide-views, it listens panoramically.
An audience behind my eyes
tries to follow all the rhythmic tones.
Sometimes my black Labrador
will roll his eyes my way
and then I know I am whistling
the same tune he is listening to.