Best Experienced Poems
I'm searching for a new man.
(My lemon quit on me.)
I'm a discerning seeker.
(The smallest dent, I'll see!)
I want a younger fellow;
(Low mileage is a must.)
Required is great get-up-and-go
(an engine with no rust).
He should desire me in his lap.
(Seat warmers feel so good.)
He's gotta be in tiptop shape.
(I'll know what's under the hood!)
Low-maintenance, I value.
(oil changes quarterly)
He must look good and make me proud.
(Buffed shine, I love to see.)
Trustworthiness, I so desire.
(Don't like those tow truck calls!)
He must always keep pace with me.
(Don't want a thing that stalls.)
April 1, 2017--entered in Brian Strand's April 2017 Premier Contest
Categories:
experienced, humor, relationship,
Form:
Quatrain
Eat shrooms til everythings pretty, pop molls til your caring and witty.
Smoke trees til your chill as the breeze, and drink to forget what you need.
Do all the trippys to think like the hippie, make sure your an expert and not be so picky.
Just let me know when your drug trip is over, so I can tell you how you are when your sober
Categories:
experienced, growing up, people, recovery
Form:
Free verse
Emotions scuttle through me
Like clouds across a sky
One minute I feel glee
The next I feel I'll die
My face is red and blotchy
My eyes feverishly bright
I know if I saw clearly
My face would be a fright
My hair feels like a birds nest
My memory's shot to hell
My sleep's when conversation's best
Naught could wake me but a fire bell
Guys say they cannot bear us
That we're snappish and we're rude
I know for sure they'd fuss
If THEY had to deal with these moods
The worst is the pain of the belly
Harmless cramps they say?
My abdomen's turned to jelly
Why should we suffer this way?
What a frustrating time we spend
Before our PMSing ends
Categories:
experienced, funny, health,
Form:
Light Verse
I started life as a grain of sand,
But knew I’d find a way to expand,
And always being a bit of a rebel,
I joined with others and became a pebble,
And as I grew and then took stock,
I realised that I had become a rock,
And as I become more confident and grow older,
I wonder if I’ll become -
A little boulder?
Categories:
experienced, character, community, confidence, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
I was born before the eight track
A very long time ago
Our telephone had a party line
There wasn't anyone we didn't know
My neighbor wasn't Fred Flinstone
Contrary to popular belief
Our women wore those mini skirts
Instead of an old fig leaf
Our microwave oven was a heated rock
That was sitting out in the sun
We'd turn that steak twenty times
Then we'd know it was done
Our computer was our fingers and toes
So twenty was infinity
We grew our food in the garden
But even then we hated those peas
Our bathroom was an outhouse
Out back was where it was at
A magazine was our toilet paper
And that's all I'll say about that
Now you might say I'm getting old
But that's just simply not true
Cause when the lights go out and don't come back
I'll survive much longer than you
I call myself experienced
Cause I lived life in the past
And when they take away your luxuries
Lets see how long you last
Categories:
experienced, funny
Form:
Rhyme
Innocence so was allured
she a baby for a chocolate
captivated with the illusion
thought life's it's own beautiful reason
From straight to bend of back bone
for charade of life no solution
carnal damage still going on
now suffering from agoraphobia
Sense of cerebellum sinking
no strength to go for a combat
oh! her sacrificed heart is crushed
cries again but with only vision
Categories:
experienced, woman,
Form:
Verse
Could feel the smiling and risen sun all gleeful and gay,
It had ushered in me a beam of energy earlier today.
Could sense now at twilight it chuckle at the rising milky white moon,
And softly in me restore its light to make me excite and swoon.
The virgin cold watery sprays of the falling drops of rains,
Slowly washes my worries off my face and down the drain.
The fragrance of wet mud and lush sweet garden breeze,
Blows into me, pure strength and happiness in me gradually increase.
As I walk bare feet, wet grassy paths of my garden gently,
My subdued muffed up feelings erupt over my heart’s brim intently…..
I let go of all feelings and experience inside me a sensation so very light,
my vision clears and thoughts to me for my life's path ahead seem so very bright...
Categories:
experienced, business, happiness, life, nature,
Form:
Couplet
Six decades ago
the landscape of
my Little Nassau
had
places like
The Silver Slipper
The Blue Note
The Banana Boat
The Conch Shell
The Zanzibar
The Cat and Fiddle
and The Drumbeat Club
with activities like
Fire dancing
limbo dancing
steel bands
big bands
and Goombay drums
Interesting people like
Sweet Richard
Blind Blake Higgs
George Symonette
Freddie Munnings
Eloise Lewis
Paul Meeres
Chippie Chipman
and Peanuts Taylor
and songs like
Island Woman
Bahama Lullaby
Chi Chi Merengue
Goombay Papa
Guma In Exuma
Island In The Sun
and Conch Ain't Got No Bone
ignited into the atmosphere
Categories:
experienced, culture, fun, history,
Form:
List
While life was in its spring, a stream
in full spate down memory lane from
a bygone time and place that experience
articulated into voices of poetry.
Love and desire,whose shadow ripple on
rich in melody, a poesie of flowers
floating on summer air and yet..
such conceits can be but a bitterbsweet
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Categories:
experienced, nostalgia, poetry,
Form:
Verse
Warehouse workers are needed right away.
Dishwashers are wanted in the kitchen today.
They need laborers who are in a transition.
Openings exist for many a position.
They need someone new to fry chickpeas.
There is an opening in a deli to slice cheese.
More help is needed to bus a table.
Wanted are applicants who are quite able.
New personnel are desired to sweep floors.
There are other openings for manual chores.
These are jobs for workers who are unskilled.
Why are these positions not being filled?
The reason for these vacancies does not make sense.
Employers only want people with experience.
Categories:
experienced, business, people,
Form:
Rhyme
(A lone voice whispers)
Have you emptied your soul late at night
All alone
Wrote words to lay on top of the white marble altar of poetry's grey tombstone
If you have
You're not one of the crowd who follows fashion and directions from secret social conditioners
For in that hour of self awareness
You embrace something so magical
While in that quiet solitude
Alone in that room
Solitude
Not to be confused with loneliness
For you are surrounded by The Spirits of the Twenty-Six Letters
Who waits for the call to start swirling
Seeking rebirth on paper
Or other forms of scrying mirrors
A new life for eager eyes to see
To maybe treasure
From land or sea
Wherever they be
And to you
Death will never conquer, for your words will echo like ringing Christmas bells
Into eternity
In the Vast Halls of Apollo
For in time
All poetry is constant and collected
In a great never-ending room in the Akashic Records
The Past
Future and the Now
Hum to drums playing pagan tunes of happiness and sorrow
For the hordes to read poems at their leisure for pleasure
To find just something they need in whatever they read
So fear not
Rejection or criticism
Fear not
Judgement or lament
For the gift you share
Is heaven sent
Passed down like a golden trophy from The Spirits of Twenty-Six Letters
From the gilded Halls of Apollo
In a gentle breeze
For they can feel your intense need
Sweeping down their misty plains and green wild hills
Like the last charge of Genghis Khan
For them to answer
With hidden scrolls
Filled with clues to write poetry
To satisfy the thrilling call of illuminated souls
Seeking
Jouissance
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Noun:
Jouissance
Physical or intellectual pleasure, delight, or ecstasy.
Source:
Google.
Categories:
experienced, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
Do not tell me you know how i feel
my feelings do hurt and are horribly real
have you experienced all the pain and
the strife of the heart wrenching
chapters that make up my life
No you haven't as our lives are unique
some happy, some funny and some
are weak
Day to day thoughts go through
my head
i only made one mistake today
I GOT OUT OF BED!
Things people tell me i find
hard to believe because
everyone who ever said ''ill be there''
just get up and leave
so once again im left alone to deal
with my existence all on my own
As it is an existence not a life
that i lead, can you not
see the pain in these tears that
i bleed
I cant fake this smile for one minute more
but ill carry on smiling as i have done
before
to keep people in the dark so they
think im ok
is what i will do then deal with things
my way
Categories:
experienced, confusion, depression, life, sadpain,
Form:
Rhyme
delving down into the earth
tree roots search for nutrients and water
effortlessly sliding around barriers
supporting the tree’s canopy in the best way she can
Categories:
experienced, tree,
Form:
Free verse
Is this a real situation
Or my imagination
Maybe it's a dream
As real as it seems
As dark as night
I see a bright light
Drawing my body in
I'm moving but not walking
I feel light as a feather
Trying to hold it together
Am I leaving planet Earth
And all of lifes worth
I feel a comfortable warmth
I feel fearless with hope
That to some degree
This is better for me
A voice appears in my head
Startling me they said
You're time is not Today
Unfortunately you have to stay
The Drawing force recoiled
I fall back to Earth's soil
As my dream broke
From my coma I woke
Categories:
experienced, fate, god, heaven, power,
Form:
Rhyme
Ever since I experienced being significantly monetarily sidelined...
(how about that topic for a change of pace?)
Yes back to getting walloped, decked
and clubbed courtesy cold hearted brute,
who casually, glad handedly, and royally
flushed out mine tailored pricey suit
wherein every pocket
once stashed, and lined with loot.
Ever since scamming imbroglio
(three weeks ago today -
July eleventh two thousand twenty three)
yours truly, a formerly
happy go lucky wordsmith
immune to the plethora
of devious shenanigans
courtesy predacious traitors
to the bywords of honesty and integrity
scamper away with laundered money.
Mine fantasy modus operandi to cope
regarding falling prey
to hoax gullible guy
to surrender crisp greenbacks
entrapment like a dope
no matter poet of Penn Valley
at the end of his figurative rope,
when fraudsters shill and scope
out crosshairs stunning
persons exhibiting naïveté
the following escapist ploy adopted.
E'er since I (a reincarnated cavalier
or gentleman snubbed
by sought after Southern Belle)
at night suicidal ideations
visit psyche as haunting spectre
sublimated death wish
permeates thru mine every cell
courting the grim reaper
to carry me back to carry
me back to Old Virginny,
where lovely bones
of me Confederate ancestors dwell
upon bloody fields farewell
to arms and legs
mounted battlefields when groundswell
of internecine warfare
made life on earth
wind and fire created a living hell
he who fleeced me
vengeance doth impel
to imagine him gunned down
as enemy numero uno.
Moribund courtesy online heist
me entire being feels
chopped, minced, and appallingly diced,
hence no surprise
sheepishly admitting to ewe
how yours truly still feels blue
aghast at passivity prevailed
how grievousness flourishes
checking and savings accounts
frankly zapped analogous
how David regarding Goliath he slew,
yet impossible mission
to know your enemy
with absolute zero details,
cuz the fly by night scamp
flat out sold pack of lies
of course I voluntarily
must admit straightaway and true
mine fingers converted cash
to bitcoin currency
yet entranced, kickstarted, seduced
as Harvey Specter
did courtesy sotto voce woo.
Categories:
experienced, absence, abuse, angel, angst,
Form:
Rhyme