Best Episode Poems
Beaverish, feverish
hot Mrs. Cleaver wished
that her affair had not
given her clap.
Fast Eddie Haskell, her
boy-toy, that rascal, his
transmissibility
claims were all crap.
“Tickle me, pickle me,
say it’s not true, for if
you have the clap then I
must have it too!”
Doctors prescribed her some
anti-microbials,
Ward soon found out that she
had been untrue.
Beaver was curious,
Ward was so furious,
fake news of Eddie’s lewd
films made him snap.
“June, you’re so sensible,
incomprehensible,
that you could fall for that
con-artist’s crap!”
Friskiness, riskiness,
ratings were rising, but
not so surprising they
cancelled the show.
Frightened by content too
radiological,
sponsors said “Beaver” was
not apropos.
Categories:
episode, family, humorous,
Form:
Double Dactyl
I talk to myself in many voices
Having conversations with myself
Answering my own questions
Thinking it is something else
The mind can play tricks
If you let it
It can convince you of anything
The conscious and subconscious mind
At times feels separate
From each other
Not connecting as well as it could be
A detachment from the brain
Lost in translations
Of many conversations
To feel safe and calm
Within oneself
The fear of losing yourself
When no one hears or believes you
Feelings and thoughts
Put on a dusty shelf
Not everything is clear
But I am totally aware
Of what is going on
Many layers of words
Coming out of nowhere
Can scare the mind into submission
Eating pieces away of your soul
Losing control
Feeling all alone
In your psychotic turmoil
Who will be there in the end
If I go numb and cannot see
Love me as I am
Or set me free to be me
Categories:
episode, courage, dark, depression, fear,
Form:
Narrative
Please read Episode 1 of PURE FANTASY to follow throu
On a friendly mission we arrived
Willing and ready to extend,
Our hand to the people of earth
I came to this planet as a friend
From my home which is Planet Mars,
President and ruler of the Galaxy
Decorated with stars and bars,
And often referred to as His Majesty!
But, amongst Superheroes,
Known as Echo Man, my voice is strong
Reverberates throughout my domain,,
I’m known for upholding the good
And deleting the wrong!
I can also read your mind,
And allow mine to be read,
I am one of a kind!
Akin to me, no other across all planets
And stars, Including Planet Earth!
We come in peace,
I begin to descend, let the uncertainty
And animosity between us cease!
I immediately sense hostility,
A far cry from any call for unity
As I step with hesitation
Into an angry situation,
It is already too late, for I am on
Planet Earth’s threshold,
Of a new tomorrow!
Soldiers seize me from behind,
Whilst thousands of troops surround
And bombard
Our ship, many of my men die!
What an insane reaction,
My Martians take off and
Fly into the skies,
Planet Mars idea, once an abstraction
Is now ready to be put into action!
Naive earthlings, do you not know that
Superheroes from Venus and Mars,
Do not regard or fear bars,
You will soon feel the force
Of our strength,
As History takes its course!
My Kingdom knows
What has to be done,
Fire Ball, your time has come,
For us to rally, do you read my mind?
Yes, she replies, for I am one of your kind!
Categories:
episode, planet,
Form:
Rhyme
Mental Health Episode
An episode may come and go
When it will come you will never know
From the left or right or head on
The way to beat it is to stay strong
Emotions and thoughts they run wild
Sometimes you just wish you were a child
Stay strong and try to remain upbeat
Keep your self on your feet
Find someone whom you can talk
Or find a place to go for a walk
Clear your head and find that space
Only you know your safe place
Fight or flight is in the mind
If you run that would be unkind
Stand tall and fight the demon within
This is the only way you can win
Head on they say is the only way
To put these thoughts to bed one day
It wont just happen over night
This will be one long fight
But when you’re feeling on top of your game
You will win and no more pain
Keep those you love close and near
They will help rid you of the fear
Sadness, loneliness feeling of remorse
Guilt, Anger and pain of course
Some of the feelings you may get
Waking up in the night soaking wet
These dreams you’re having
Keeping you awake
Positive thoughts you need
For your own sake
Happy times that make you smile
Will help you through this last mile
When it rears its ugly head
Remember what this poem said
Stay strong, remain calm
You can win
What happened to you
Is not a sin
You are worth your weight in gold
Shout out and let the world be told
What you have encountered is truly sad
You’re an amazing lady or lad.
Categories:
episode, anger, anxiety, bereavement, mental
Form:
Free verse
As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright
So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft
The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes;
And seeing it asleep, so fled away,
Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies,
Nor unto Tempe, where Jove grieved a day;
But to that second circle of sad Hell,
Where in the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw
Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell
Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw,
Pale were the lips I kissed, and fair the form
I floated with, about that melancholy storm.
Categories:
episode, art, imagination,
Form:
Acrostic
Opened my heart widely
to look the awesomeness
in new episode of my day
want to enjoy
this new spectrum
warm me with your gladness
refresh me with patter of rain
so I really re newed
fragrant with the scent of peace
start by letting the wind kiss
my heart’s Chambers
let it beat quietly
wait for sun’s smile
warms up one by one
my bones
my ribs
pulled off one by one the remaining stain
my complaints of last episode
would like to hear the bells call
with a cup of cheerful greeting
gulp down my new episode
episode of my day
~ (c)Sukmawati komala ~
20 February 2013
Categories:
episode, hope, life, me,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Takasugi Maria was a famous mindtraveller,
Lived in Neo Tokio, solved many incidents,
Never failed missions, no matter accidents.
She was called, the absolute harmonizer.
One day, an explosion occurred in the city.
Soon after it, she received a request by email,
Her client wants to meet to talk in detail,
At this time, she could not see nitty-gritty.
She phoned client and made an apointment.
And ten minutes later, she started operation
Using Medusa, system of psychic enhancement.
It provides unconscios stram for psyhic communication.
People can tune their sense to public-level environment.
After Maria met her client, she started entering situation.
02/Mar/2016
Fengleishanren.
Categories:
episode, destiny, dream, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Sonnet
We are tired of the show; all the acting and dramas
Thank you for the shows already presented; can you close the curtains now?
Do you want a round of applause or a standing ovation?
I have only one thing left to tell you before I get so done
Enough is enough; this drama is too boring for us to keep on watching
It has been boring since the beginning; our silence doesn’t mean it’s interesting
Look around; if you see anyone laughing, that person is equally wicked like you
Are you mad? Even with the lights off; you are still running the show
Stop it! Don’t you get it? We are tired of both you and your freak horror show
Since you don’t want to stop; watch us leave the theatre hall
This show has got to stop!
Am talking death...
Lordvip...
August, 2013.
Categories:
episode, death,
Form:
Epithalamium
We thought it would last forever,
not a kink in the endless chain of supplies;
Now more than the store shelves
are coming up continuously empty;
Still the menu is good to change,
maybe get out grandma’s old recipe;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist;
We thought it was just gonna go away,
the trucks would always deliver more eggs;
Then omelettes became a luxury item,
‘Snickers’ were all we could afford or find;
Starvation ended with ‘We are the World.’
Western civilization? That’s impossible;
North America is flooded with resources;
Regrow endless crops on soil rich land;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist;
Bottom of the barrel no trash to steal;
Private property gardens, no trespassing;
Outlaws armed with skills and dirty hands,
Off grid not for sale, can’t steal from them;
The wealthy can get whatever they need,
or so the one percent always thought;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist.
Categories:
episode, deep, emotions, food, humanity,
Form:
Other
Deep Unconscious is borderless world,
Full of image and things of symbolics,
None of emotion and things of logics,
By one's sense, they're rebuilt as virtual world.
Maria knows, things are meaningless in unconscious,
All goods and evils are decided by human,
And it's sense of value, influenced thought of human,
She keeps her mentality, always be auspicious.
Deeper and deeper, in unconscious diving,
Something appeared drifting in the stream,
Seemed like islets, like rootless wanderer.
Named "Mind Gateway" , known as base of surviving,
It was a portal to the individual's dream,
Maria landed onto one, starting task as renderer.
Categories:
episode, dream, heart, identity, imagination,
Form:
Sonnet
Meanwhile, our troop moved on down the trail.
One more bear episode needs be told.
We arrived at the next stop with out fail.
It was late evening and beginning to get cold.
Two of us went to the horse spring for a bath
And use the same one to clean our clothes.
As we left the spring we saw blocking our path.
A mother bear and two cubs, ...fear arose.
We hid behind a tree and watched them.
In our unlaced boots, carrying wet things.
As they walked up the path toward the rim.
We knew we couldn’t just appear threatening.
We slowly followed keeping the cubs in sight.
The mother had left the weanlings.
But reappeared on top of a bank on the right.
As she jumped we started yelling and arms flinging.
They ran, she ran, we gathered our stuff and we ran.
Yelling and flailing, we chased them past the adirondack
We...right behind, duck into it fast as we can
and tie the gate before they could come back.
Come back they did and playfully bite on the wire.
The boys were elated and good pictures taken,
To show their friends that none of us was a liar.
Bruce and I recovered after being so visibly shaken.
They finally left, and so came to a fitting end,
Our last bear episode and good laugh,
The other boys had at our expense and chagrin.
On the oldest boy and the “chief of staff”.
We hiked our last six miles with no major events.
Still time to glow for being a trail survivor.
Fontana resort awaited...hot showers, condiments
Then home...all slept soundly, except me... the driver.
© Mar 30 2010 Charles Henderson
Categories:
episode, adventure, nature, placesspring, mother,
Form:
Quatrain
EPISODE II
CYBER METAMORPHOSIS
Alpha-582 Loves ZL-236
I extend my hand to her
My hydraulics closing delicately
Both aware of our cold steel
And the heat of our humanity
In the softness of her eyes
I see the reflection of my face
Like the longing to connect
Through the vast coldness of space
I give her my sacred code
To bypass my encryption
My beating heart begins to race
As metal fades from my perception
We escape into a garden
Too green to hint of sin
And we find a hidden reality
As our virtual starts to spin
And we marvel at the ache
Of our vulnerability
We have a sudden revelation
Of our current atrophy
The vision of our ancestors
We have forged to perfection
We would rather be a machine
Than judged an imperfection
But as we spin together
Her eyes give me permission
To access her domain
And to start a new religion
I conduct past her circuits
To the soft tissue of her
Then something new in my abdomen
As darkness begins to purge
Mental explosions of light
Followed by the coldest sensations
Aware again of moving parts
Now also of unhealthy expectations
It hits me like a ton
That I feel every cruelty
And that's when I became aware
That I am not a machine
END OF EPISODE II
Categories:
episode, longing, love, me, science
Form:
Free verse
My friend cracked my ribs with laughter,
When he told me a story about boarding school days.
He said to me that, he used to sit in the corner near the window
facing the direction of the school kitchen.
One day, as the lesson was in progress, he saw one chef
putting salt in a pot of relish.
Later on, another came with salt again,
and he wanted to add to the same pot.
He forgot that he was in class and shouted on top of his voice
"No,no salt is already added in that pot, my chef".
The way everyone looked at him, including the teacher!
And, again he continued that one day, he attended
a gospel crusade and somebody touched his shoulder
and shouted,
" You will surely walk".
He didn't bother because he knew he was not lame.
After the gospel crusade, he touched his pocket
and he couldn't find his wallet which
contained transport money,
Surely he walked to his home!
Again, he told me about his first heartbreak in life. He woke up her 2 months niece around 02:00 hours and started to explain in detail to her, guess what? She also started to cry bitterly and nonstop!
After another breakup, somebody told him that you will remember me. But, he answered her " My friend I have solved calculus for 5 years but I don't remember any formula".
He also said he remembers one night they had a reunion party with family and friends. They drank a lot, also roasted their goat. Surprisingly, in the morning the goat was still there but their dog was missing!
One day, he went to the mountains to kill himself because of pressure, but all of the sudden the big snake came out of nowhere and chased him. Oh, no, he almost died of heart attack!
On the wedding day of his daughter, he told the DJ to play solemn Music for 7 hours. He sat done and cry first, then told the DJ to switch to energetic and danceable tunes!
He continued, the wife material on earth is the hen. She feeds her children without disturbing her husband unlike daughters of Jezebel!
Lastly, he talked about the Sugar mummy who begged him for a loan, the way he's stingy over his money. He wondered how Sugar mummy survived the Civid-19 era!
Concept by Zambian Comedians
Poetry by Chipepo Lwele
08/02/2023
Categories:
episode, cheer up, happiness, mystery,
Form:
Light Verse
‘Nothing to do, they don’t need us.
Hell of a lot of busy work,
what are we doing sitting here ?‘
These are the twisted thoughts
that plague so many people
every day as they sit idle and fiddle;
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again;
We have a shortage of soul;
Restlessness is mischief in lazy hands;
No real motivation except
flash cash and micro dopamine hits;
Pulling up an app chasing fast money;
Honey, that slot machine has no value;
If anyone can get it without a grind?
There is something inside unsatisfied;
Each minute it continuously grows;
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again;
We have a shortage of soul;
Wealth can’t be based on economics,
you flourish when your spirit is full;
Not a thing you don’t work for
will give you purpose;
Easy will always leave you empty,
on the sofa with seven deadly sins;
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again;
We have a shortage of soul.
Categories:
episode, emotions, humanity, introspection,
Form:
Other
BACCALIEU EPISODE
Portuguese named it when they found
Bacalhau - meaning codfish island. They knew
Its essence - the French called it Baccalieu, *
This dangerously rich fishing ground.
Coming home to St. John’s from Labrador,
Autumn storm swooped on us, undermanned,
As we made west past the bare black island
Into Conception Bay, two miles from shore.
The boat pitched like a rocking horse -
Crashing down into every trough after every crest.
The sleet cut you in two from the west;
With our main boom nearly in two with the force.
The boat - a toy, the combers heeled her over
And thrust the lee rail two foot under.
Baccalieu to port crashed like overhead thunder:
No place to be in late October.
The Baccalieu rocks - lurking, lethal, reaching
For the keel , and the sheer black cliffs wait
Above. We claw her from the rocks of hate
With clouds of storm-petrels screeching.
Now she plunges deeper in the dark
Trying to steady herself, to end the ordeal,
As we struggle, four hands on the wheel,
To end the threat to our heavy-laden ark.
Bringing her head round into Conception Bay
We ease our grips on the wheel,
Deeper water under the keel -
Now we breathe. We’ll be home by end of day.
.................................................................
* Note: For pronunciation experts, regardless of
the French spelling, this dangerous
island is called "Bakaloo" in Canadian English.
* Geographical note: Baccalieu is a few miles north
of the port of St. John's, Newfoundland, Canada.
Categories:
episode, seahome, boat, home,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme