Best Extras Poems
Where Have All The Pretty Poets Gone?
A real poet are you, charismatic over everything you serve
Showcasing, a rainbow that folds the perfect worldwide perspective
I'm talking about flawless literature at its best no typos, no muss
Just a page full of boredom and rust
Thank you for having Lunesta all up in my head
It's like reading a poetry lesson, from the extras of The Walking Dead
An image frozen cold, waiting for inspiration to hit like Al Capone
I'm bored of your flora flamboyant language rocking me like stones
A psychedelic trip, into the odyssey of a blind man's tale
A home where I am pushed to open a dictionary & thesaurus with Braille
Wondering what you just said, --Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful day!
The best rocket pen poet in the USA Today,
Launching words like no tomorrow, a fool of wordplay and sorrow
A godlike guinea-pig genius, delegating poetry politician-style
Perhaps, one day you will become a famous writer
Burning books, like a cigarette lighter
Until then, enjoy pushing your pen as if it were cocaine,
Snorting up and cutting up the food chain in vain
Patronizing and ignoring those, for better or worse
A solo cup stuck up another cup, -won't even look my way
Correct me if you will, it's no big deal
Just don't forget to give me the same respect I offer you
Until then my pretty poetic friend, I kneel before no one
By: ME
5-25-14
Based on the Scripture, 2 Timothy 3:3-13, which gives
warning to escape the snare of the birdcatcher.
On stage he struts in sequined costume
a plume of feathers cocked high on head
A thespian of no account, though in loud rant
his troupe boasts of his skill and talent
But the look of a clown is on his sad face
when he's alone. It's heartache he embraces
for he's aware that he's been misleading
himself and bleeding hearts
the extras cast in his show
Bravo! Bravo!
He's paid the audience to shout
as they stand in ovation
whistling for more; an unearned encore
He promises, "I'll support you all one day."
Foolish would-bes, presume without a doubt
that he's a man of his word, but that's absurd
for actors such as he never share the limelight
once the spotlight has shown on their faces
What price for his moment of glory
The highest toll one can pay is the loss of his soul
Each bow he takes should give cause for worry
that one day the birdcatcher will collect his due
Barter he'll pay for being haughty and boastful
for being puffed up with pride, his words all lies
for acts of unkindness, for being out of control
the foolish one must relinquish his soul
From ones such as he, turn away, turn away
and come to an accurate knowledge of the truth
His folly should be distinguishable for all to see
that those who have an appearance of godliness
prove false in the obiesance of God's Holy Word
Wicked ones go from bad to worse
misleading as though under Satan's spell
from them you should quickly flee
and save yourself from His condemnation
like the rebellious angel who long ago fell
I loved once
I had children
But they were taken from me
They were mine
I loved them and they loved me
I lived for them and they lived through me
They were my light
Now they're gone.......
Taken from me as if i did anything wrong!
I am a waitress
They said i was too poor to raise children
But i survived
We never had the extras but we had what we needed
There were no name brands but they had clothes
There were no sweets but it rotted your teeth anyway
It was not a palace but we had a home
What we lacked in material we made up for in love
They loved me
And I love them
All we had was each other
But they were taken from me
They are gone
I am alone
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Life is like a video game in a way.
The people are just code,
Programmed to do certain things by their creators.
Everyday is like a new level,
With new challenges for us to overcome.
Some people walk around trying to get more points,
While others go straight for the end,
And skip all the extras.
Life is like a video game,
Yes it’s true.
But there is a difference, because in reality,
You only get one life,
And then it’s Game Over.
It's America’s favorite sandwich spread,
No doubt,
When you ask any kid or adult, what
They would like in there lunch box.
Natural response good old fashioned P.B.
And J.
White bread, wheat, whole grain,
It really doesn't matter as long as
It's creamy or chunky style.
Jiffy to general label just put that
On the table and watch them smile.
Forget about cutting off the crust,
Or any of that fancy stuff.
Just keep your fingers out of the way,
When it comes to feeding a bunch of
Hunger kids just stand clear
Until the inner hunger beast is satisfied.
Then mom can bring in her
Essential tools for clean up detail.
It's been prepared so many ways,
Toasted, fried or even baked,
Assorted mixtures, layered textures
Some people even put bananas
Or mayo with it.
Myself call it a personal choice,
I like it regular please no extras.
America’s favorite sandwich it's
Stood the test of time.
By the way it's on my shopping list
Again Peanut Butter and Jelly,
I wonder why?
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Would run you a hot bath
Bubbles up to your chin
Bottle of wine chilling
If you'd let me win
Would ask a sexy hunk
To sponge your back
Say sweet words in your ears
Bet you'd like that
Please can I win.
After the bath a nice massage,
By A film star lookalike
Any extras can be charged
Wink wink now can I win
Can make a video or two
You as the dream girl
A leading man with a bit of rough
Being sensual with you
Please please let me win
How about a two seater sports car
With a lean mean chauffeur
He can take you far
Journey of your own making
Please make my poem a star.
When your day is through
You can go on having fun
In a big bed for two
Now can I have that crown
One more trick up my sleeve
Would you like a Pentax 645x Camera to keep
I understand it's not cheap
But would be worth buying you,
if you let me win.
Penned 25 September 2015
in the dream I had
many appeared
extras plenty
but loved ones too
all had seen
that same dream
but only one got it
others had no clue
I am a terrible shame
For which you're all to blame
I come with lots of extras
That no one really needs
If it's made under the sun
I certainly must have more than one
Preplanned obsolescence
Is my very core
And consumerism
That just ups the score
A pretty picture in a shiny frame
A fancy present, on it is your name
Those things are with you now
Soon they'll be with me
It's said that you can't take it with you
When your time is up
But that's not so with me
For I am here forever
Perhaps as a whole
Though likely broke apart
Remember that soon as you made me
Of me you became a part
Do not create another
Do not break my heart
Who am I
I am a landfill
Form:
Healthy dinner in minutes
Want to stir up mealtime
Try stir-fry simple, healthy and tasty
You need are the basics
Veggies
Go for bold colors
Texture
Flavor
Choose a fun mix of fav. Veggies
Carrots, broccoli
Cauliflower
Bell peppers
Protein
Lean meat
Poultry, use enough to flavor dish
Tofu works as well
Extras
Flavor with minced garlic or ginger
Finish with soy sauce, hoisin sauce
Sweet and sour sauce
4142013
Just had to buy a new battery
For my seven year old beat up jalopy
Actually I'm exaggerating just a little
As cars go it's a very fine copy
A four door sedan with all the extras
And a dashboard readout to die for
Numbers as big as all get out
Couldn't really ask for much more
But sure can't fool police officers
Saying you didn't notice your speed
"If you've trouble reading those big numbers
Blindness is what you should plead"
Aside from that, the time has come
Maybe a Porsche or even a Rolls Royce
More likely a stylish Mini Cooper
Will most likely be my first choice
Nice dream, silly boy, now back to reality
You're not a teenager any more
Better grow up, stop living in the past
Grim Reaper's knocking at the door!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Many and many years ago back when
Many were poor and poverty was real
Lay offs happened_momma got fired then
We lived rural with pork, dry peas for a meal
Daddy worked, my brother worked a job too
So there was some money to pay those bills
Extras were not thought of_real needs accrue
Then my aunt came with clothes_now not dullsville
They pulled out this purple skirt with those buttons
Purple buttons how I loved those jewels
Quickly at once they said too mature, hon
Snip went those buttons_no bombshell
Pressed the skirt_wrinkles gone poverty stayed
Today those purple buttons mood arrayed
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Contest: Buttons
Young Jimmy Kelly had this knack
Of chatting up girls and having the craic
His wife found out but kept her cool
Planned her revenge 'cos she's no fool.
The first thing she did was stamp on his fags
Then cut up his clothes until they were rags
How dare he she thought the dirty old man
Driving around town getting girls in his van.
His favorite stew she started to prepare
But added some extras' 'cos she didn't care
She added some dog hairs from the bin
Then cut her toenail's and put them in.
With his toothbrush she cleaned the loo
On the toilet seat she put some glue
Scratched his CDs with a pin
And down the sink she poured his gin.
Jimmy came home said "What's for tea ?"
"It's stew" she said "But not for me"
"I'm not hungry" she said with a grin
Jimmy got seated and began to tuck in.
After five minutes his face turned blue
Got up quick and went straight to the loo
My mouth he thought tastes of feet
When I've used the loo I'll clean my teeth.
So if your tempted to chase some skirt
Or like Jimmy to chat and flirt
Think again you'll end up with nowt
Cos your life will be hell when she finds out.
Written 18 January 2018
Love between you both started as infatuation
Both of you knowing the other is the one
Marriage inevitable from friends’ observation
Months of tedious tasks and planning now over
Recited your vows, upon you a big celebration
A magical evening with those who are close
Counting every minute till alone, a romantic consummation
Rising up early feeling strangely at peace
It has to be due to the promise to be together for the duration
Time has passed now, talking of what is your future
Equally excited by ideas of starting a new generation
Having fun trying for what seemed like forever
Unsuccessful you see the doctor for both a complication
Sad and depressed with even some anger
Testing your marriage seems now it is a frustration
Looking deep in your heart when each is alone
Centered again new options you promise dedication
Putting away funds knowing these options are costly
Best chances will be adoption or artificial insemination
A family we so desire so much love to offer
On track with your goal for you there is admiration
Each day with the focus to put away something
Wanting for extras ignored is temptation
Health problems thought to explain your body changes
Not even a clue to your cycle of ovulation
Discouraged that menopause affects you so early
Researching everything available for your education
Waking up sick somehow this time is different
What the pregnancy test shows depends on the lines location
God has stepped in and created a miracle
For in your tummy grows your loving creation
It was told that things wouldn’t happen this way
Now others can look at you for inspiration
You have been blessed by God
Exceeding for you, your brightest expectation
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"THE DRUNKEN BEE DROWNS IN HONEY"
It was 5:37, the moment
I woke up.
the dead roses are pleasing
to the aesthetic senses
again.
my insanity is bandaged,
plastic surgery went well.
the darkness is comfort,
delusions of persecution
dance and my lungs become
reality.
the broken must earn their
way into depression.
as I earned mine,
time was a whore out of work.
she watched as I slit my
throat, she bathed in my
blood and cackled.
as I lost sleep, she slept
sound, as my paranoia ran
towards the madhouse, she
signed the papers in bloody
urine to have me committed.
through the slip into
darkness, the bee swam
through honey.
I shot holes in the butterfly
wings and cried.
I made love to the mirror
as I watched myself burn.
her consistency with no
thought is a shark mouth
approaching a hook.
it isn't the evil in a
woman's heartless and
soulless body but the extras
that fuel the evil itself.
the vanilla candle has no flame.
the house is heavy in
madness, a madness with
a love so dark, it's story
has no end.
magic persists without us,
no matter the effort to stop it.
hatred will fade,
the drunkenness of revenge
will sober and the free
parking on the Monopoly board
will cost you your integrity.
get slammed into a table
but fear the corner when you
fall.
you stole a month of my
insanity and made me sane.
as your monkeys eat your
fleas, as the bees drown,
as the pigs find another
route, as the story closes,
the unexpected gift forms.
it's time to pull the stinger
and watch you die.
all in good time,
all in my broken clock's
good time.
By: Chicano Eddie
8-10-2016
It crept upon me,
From the age of eight,
Who knew the depths of hell,
That that first taste would lead?
The singing and jokes,
The dancing and shouts,
It all seemed grand to me.
It ate deep inside,
My nervous system,
Trapped by age twenty one,
The gates of hell opened,
For a ten year slog,
Jobs ended, friends left,
Caught in the jaws of death.
Guinness, Jack Daniels,
A Stella Artois,
Ten pints of Heineken,
Two bottles of strong gin,
Brandy, Vodka, wine,
Amazing amounts,
And then came the extras,
Speed, coke, weed, crack, meth
All leveled by booze,
I couldn't leave the house,
Without inebriation,
It soon gets lonely,
When you're a soaked souse,
Even dealers hate drunks.
Deep in the gutter,
Too bruised and battered,
The world keeps spiraling,
Choose terror or madness,
An endless nightmare’
Of fear and denial,
That severs brain from heart
To go into hell,
Is to find yourself,
Ironic: loss is gain,
Who knew that addiction,
Was a path to truth,
You stand face to face,
With the cruel facts of death.
I can’t believe I’m out,
that colossal maze,
Of grave embarrassment,
You must lose everything,
Not least dignity,
Alone, naked, raw,
Stood on a precipice.
Hard to make it out,
Make it out alive,
It’s hard to make it out,
Your face in the mirror,
Stripped bare and empty
It feels like the end,
But a crossroads appears.
Try until you die,
Fight against this curse,
It’s inherited,
And ingrained in culture,
Anyone can fall,
And it’s amazing,
You may seem to fall far,
But it’s never too late.
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