Best Fitting Poems
Who I think I am
And who I be,
Are one and the same
While you're looking at me.
Do you mind?
I would like to change.
2018.08.25
Categories:
fitting, introspection,
Form:
Light Verse
On the course at Coomealla where the Murray River wends,
Golfers hit their balls and miss the kangaroos,
Now their aim is not to hit them where a fairway shot extends,
For a wayward shot can see us golfers lose.
We had walked our way around the course and had two holes to play;
Kenny James with me, and slowcoach Timmy Wright,
We were lucky ‘cause there’s not a ‘kangar’ in the way,
But the clubhouse balcony is in our sight.
It isn’t only kangaroos that tend to be a target causing strain
That makes the likes of Timmy’s golfing crook,
He find’s the red gums and the black box, time and time again
When playing shots not written in the book.
So for half our day out on the course we’re hunting Timmy’s ball
In amongst the drying grass and brittle bark,
But today he’s concentrating better and we wonder after all
If we can make the clubhouse before dark.
We’re starting to get fidgety with Timmy stalling on this hole,
Where the clubhouse balcony has come in sight,
For Timmy’s looking up and down, and measuring control,
Then checking if the wind direction’s right.
But Ken got really narky, and then he pointed at the tee,
Shouting “Tim, for God sake have a swat!”
Tim looked toward the balcony, “The wife is watching me,
So my swing has got to make the perfect shot”.
Ken looked up at the balcony, and scratched beneath his chin,
I could see his mathematic mind in gear,
At first he shook his head and then he added with a grin,
“Forget it mate, you won’t hit her from here!”
Categories:
fitting, golf, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Don't you feel sometimes
You and I are not alike
Don't you feel
Your interests should be sealed
Be two different people
To make everything simple
Have yourself to still be proud
Have a stranger to be in the crowd
You don't want to be a loner
But who else loves playing dominoes
Don't you feel sometimes
You and I are not alike
Don't you feel
"you are what you are and that's real"
Categories:
fitting, life
Form:
Rhyme
Spray paint your grass!
Tofu all meat!
Borrow their cash!
Glue on eyelash!
YOU REMAIN DISCRETE!
Generic every brand!
Plastic = plant!
Top soil your land!
Fake bake Tanned,
BUT YOU STILL CAN'T!
Zirconium your diamond!
Wig your head!
Fuel you've siphoned!
Use product then refund!
OUTCAST TILL YOUR DEAD!
By Mac :]
Categories:
fitting, life,
Form:
Free verse
Out I go on the porch, thinking of you as a bird approaches me
You whisper in my ears and I am full of cheers…
Mirror my reflection and don’t leave me with your depression…
Lean on me, friend – I’ll carry you along the way
Getting carried away in a crowd of beautiful individuals
My mind racing fast and slow like a black Jaguar Racecar
Esteem me as I place the crown on my head…
The royal, rich dreams that I am encountering in my mind has left me with dread
Because…I don’t know how to…how to reach my goals
Can someone help me along the way?
Could a friend come to me someday?
Maybe not at this second…not today
I feel naughty all the way…and the sky is a shade of gray
I lust over you as if you’re the spotlight that’s on me
Who’s getting along with loneliness? Is it not I who will see
Who will see the brightest of days,
The brightest of ways…anyways,
I’m lead astray once more
I was the light of the world, but now I’m darkness to the core
Ignore me not when I am yelling out your name
Hunted down like vulnerable, insignificant, small game
Yet, I seek the positivity that reaches out to me
I breathe in love and breathe out hate
I arrived late with a distraught state
You landed on my lot
You were all that I got
Give me a season and a reason
To overcome the waves of emotion
Soothe me with your words as soft and silky as vanilla lotion
Categories:
fitting, beauty, deep, depression, fear,
Form:
Free verse
Cigarettes are the cornerstone
Of any nutritious breakfast:
Try them in omelettes,
Over easy - Or sunny side up!
Crumble them on cereals,
Hot or cold
- For a flavor combination
That is absurdly
Out of this time zone!
It'll put curly hair on your legs and chest
- Regardless of your sexual preference!
What the hell are you waiting for?!
A personal invitation? - Then consider this the one!
Categories:
fitting, america, anxiety, cancer, change,
Form:
Free verse
i see by your by smile,
that you lost everything.
scarficed your soul
and gain only emptiness.
no sunshine lingers
only cruel frost
and hardened stone.
i don’t believe
your tough guy act
and the big man’ s pose.
your words are shaped
from a coward’s tongue.
trying to give comfort
to the lost child
that weeps within.
you need to climb a mountain
and scream at the stars .
and embrace the joy
of a rising dawn,
i hope you wil sleep with girl
that can be true,
and you’ll understand
the true nature of beauty,
and not measure your existence
in pounds shillings and pence.
Categories:
fitting,
Form:
5/16/22
I helped others and put myself in danger
There I stood by a manger
Weighed down with an anchor
Full of anger
About to put one in the chamber
Because of far too much rancor
In this world it's become unfamiliar and more stranger
No more capers
For the remainder
I'll keep a razor
And a weapon with a laser
Always seeking answers, not just being a stargazer
I don't care if you got a hard edge like a sabre
Or if you're soft as a wafer
Knock you down a peg or 2 with my wits, fists or a taser
Quickly turn you to only vapors
Heart turning colder than a glacier
Sick of doing others favors
And having so many neighbors
I need space and more acres
In the city and out in nature
No today is not the day sir
Don't got time for haters
Sooner or later
The impact will be minor or it shall be major
She just think's I'm a loser and a player
I don't believe in prayer
Can't force the hand of one that will not waver
They try to peel back the layers
I take off like Speed Racer
Sending shots out toward all ya'll fakers
F*** all the billboards
And awards
You've been warned
Sharper than a thorn
To a peculiar accord I am sworn
I carry on with a sword, fighting against any horde
Occasionally feeling torn
Near fields of corn
The insects came in swarms
Went through all kinds of storms
It's all taking shape and form
But so very far from the norm
Many quick to sound the horn
Before they even know what is in store
From it all, I'm still getting bored
Little if anything satisfies anymore
Most just think I'm out my gourd
They're abhorred
Crying out "Oh Lord!"
Makes me want to snore
Or drive my Ford into a Fjord
In the end, I'll meet you at the morgue
Just kidding, until I'm no longer living
In a world that can be corrupt and unforgiving
What the is missing?
Something still but the puzzle pieces aren't fitting
Categories:
fitting, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
On a table in the laundry room
Where tenants fold their clothes
Was a pair of jeggings left there
By a neighbor, I suppose.
A cross between some leggings
And a stretchy pair of jeans,
They’re often worm with tunic tops
By those of us not teens.
A note attached said something like,
“Brand new, but much too small.
If you’re a skinny gal, they’re yours.”
So what’s the protocol?
I thought they’d fit, so took them home
And they felt good to me,
A fitting treat on laundry day
From someone neighborly.
Categories:
fitting, clothes,
Form:
Rhyme
All the trusts I had left in you
Are slowly fading fast
Pretentiousness is a killer
That could bury you without a fight
Hoping desperately to fit in
In your li’l world full of shame
Wandering around in the street
Of totally wrong crowds
There is absolutely nothing
To see
In this kind of scene
Only bunch of losers
Struggling to fit-in
Image is everything
In the world of fools and fakers
No wonder their lives are empty
Surrounded with misery.
Credibility is a virtue
Something you will never grasp
For your life is just a sham
Tested by wasted time
Categories:
fitting, anger, character, confusion, trust,
Form:
Verse
I enter the hall
wondering where to sit.
People stare.
I spot an open seat
and immediately drop into it.
Relief flows through me.
I’m a part of the crowd.
Categories:
fitting, inspirational, life, people, school,
Form:
Free verse
A naked bleakness dressed with sparkling stars,
Dance sweetly taffaria fairies wands,
Auburn burnish Terra foundation scars,
Strewn light rods frock poise for their eager bonds.
Savor sparked light, plated of painted blends,
Generous crops hatched for harvesters pluck,
Heap hued leaves for dives of little friends,
Grand to behold as worn eyes are awed struck.
As the sinking filters down to deaths floor,
Achromatic crystals shroud their being,
Neath browns fertile soil rebirth of its core,
Hibernates for pardoned Spring, their freeing.
Limelight a year; birth, life, dying and death,
Mirror fleeting truth and our fragile breath.
*taffaria; Fairies' wings are made of a special material called taffaria. This ultra-strong, silky and transparent material is clear at first glance but has all 7 colors of the rainbow in it. Red, purple, yellow, pink, blue, green, and orange.
2019 November 04
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Categories:
fitting, death, destiny, imagery, life,
Form:
Sonnet
Beat me down
With that familiar sound
Of misinformation missed
Of god and holy bliss
Of moments good and bad and people
Carry out all that life’s about
And make it stick like cement to the roof of your mouth
Just forget the only thing that means anything
Anything
Anything
Just forget the only thing that means anything
Just forget me please
A constant dream I have
With the closing of my eyes
Is the moon defeating the sun in an arms race
Is the loss of my sanity into dead space
It disappearing into you
Is the spreading of my thighs
Show me what I’m missing
Hand me all you’ve got
Tie me up and leave me
To suffer kindly with my thoughts
And just forget the only thing that means anything
Anything
Anything
Just forget the only thing that means anything
Just forget me
Categories:
fitting, introspection, life, loss, lost
Form:
Free verse
The governor’s accusers
Say he acted in a way
That made them cringe and naturally,
He has to somehow pay.
All three of them reported
Language seeming to suggest
A kiss or maybe more would be
Enjoyed at his behest.
He touched one on her back, connecting
With her skin exposed,
Which made her most uncomfortable,
She recently disclosed.
Demands for Cuomo to step down
To me seem out of whack,
Especially when we’ve heard boasts
Of grabs below the back.
Behavior should be judged, of course,
Apologies deserved,
But resignation shouldn’t stem
From three who’ve been unnerved.
The governor should learn from this
And watch the way he acts,
While those so quick to punish him
Should follow just the facts.
Categories:
fitting, people,
Form:
Rhyme
If you want your day to end on a productive note.
It may pay, to this poem about nothing take note,
In order to take away something of note.
A well planned nothing in your day,
Will help you make something of your day,
As doing nothing for 15 minutes minimum each day,
Could help you complete all tasks for the day,
As a mind that races through the day,
Seldom has a body to match the pace on any day,
With disasters and costly mistakes on the cards by the end of the day,
With either mind or body no longer present the next day.
Whereas a mind that can go blank once a day,
Will take the body with it all day,
And both mind and body will be in tune for another day.
So next time you are asked by the boss at work or at home,
"what are you you doing"
You will be proud to say "nothing"
And the wise boss will just smile and say Nothing,
Knowing it will lead to something,
That is better than nothing.
Categories:
fitting, age, analogy, appreciation, art,
Form:
Grook