Best Flagged Poems
I woke up in the morning and went to the loo
The basin was broken so stuck it with glue
Got washed in a hurry, I was running late
My breakfast I swallowed, rushed out through the gate.
I saw the bus coming so ran to the stage
The driver ignored me, I got in a rage.
I flagged down a taxi, got caught in the rush
Good thing that the seating was comfy and plush!
Arrived at the office exactly on time
I needed a tonic of vodka and lime.
All morning kept busy then stopped for a break
Next door to ‘Havana’ I went for a steak.
Returned to my duties; went quick on the net
Paid visits to Facebook, then placed a small bet
In search of a flutter, as usual in vain.
I left a bit early, got caught in the rain.
Back home I changed into some casuals before
I put on my washing, then went to the store
To buy what was needed for dinner tonight
Somebody dared skip me so got in a fight;
Hard punches were traded! Goodbye to my fries
Now I’m at the clinic, can’t see through black eyes!
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Contest: Today I Accomplished
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Placed: 1st
Categories:
flagged, humor,
Form:
List
Everything had gone well and the night was still young,
she had made her intentions quite clear,
home alone we're not walking, the drink was now talking,
and the score was one-nil to the beer.
So we flagged down a cab, made a ten minute trip
hoping none of the neighbours would see,
helped her walk down the drive hoping I wouldn't slip
and then she turned round and came back for me.
We crashed into the hall, and both leaned on the wall
in an effort to regain our breath,
altogether uncertain if this nights exertions
would not end in premature death.
In the bedroom she tore off her blouse and her corset,
her lumbar support and her truss,
left her ankle support on, did she just forget
but I thought I'd not make any fuss.
After I had stripped off with the help of my frame
and rolled onto the bed in the dark,
we lay side by side, now with nothing to hide
and both waited for that certain spark.
As we stared at the ceiling, a terrible feeling
was finally now seeping through,
that the worst of our fears, after all the long years
we'd forgotten what we're supposed to do.
8th August 2018
For contest 'A rattling rhyme', sponsor Nina Parmenter
(*- This is not autobiographical. Yet. )
Categories:
flagged, humor, sensual,
Form:
Rhyme
Drop drizzling petals of tears here
For Little Nick, weep the emptiness left behind,
The void in the ocean of love, care
Stumbling through the shadows bereft and blind.
Balm O fragrant wind our despair
Memories that cannot wilt at the altar of pain.
Death is a common tragedy we share
Faith makes it better, touch hope with prayer again.
Little Nick, I did know you, but I know the memory
Familiar as my own son taken away
Before youth was past, or joy wrote a history
Of his dream. So weep I this child today
So weep I, for I am a silent witness to this grief
That sometimes threatens faith and belief.
You know its natural for the old to die
At least we expect it after our boredom
Have discovered life is a waiting game,
But the young wilt as a morning blossom
Too soon for dreams to tell what flame
Was in them, what light to give or to seer
The hills where soldiers fall, or bear there
A flag scrawled on sky a wordless page to stare
Upon. Yet there is more meaning than this
More than missing soldiers and flagged heroes
In the hollow tides of messages, that we miss.
God takes his own from among the young, sows
Them anew among the stars to light us home.
And what is meant for evil is changed to good
In the blinking moment of a tear. I've combed
Scriptures, and philosophies hounding blood
For answers before, and then he took me there
To the parting door, and I seeing though blind
Understood how the cross made heaven bare
And blend human loss to love in heaven's mind.
So through our hot and weary days of the panting sun
Ww will think of you, little Nick, God's work is well done.
Categories:
flagged, deathlight, prayer, light,
Form:
Free verse
Today is the day we honor,
the noble and the brave,
the men and woman who dedicated their lives,
and the sacrifices that they have made.
When America had an urgent need,
they were the first to raise their hand,
without thinking twice about it,
they were proud to take a stand.
Some came back from war with battle scars,
others in flagged draped coffins,
even though their flesh may have left,
their spirits will never be forgotten.
They unselfishly and knowingly,
put their lives on the line,
so when you see a veteran, thank them,
cause without them, freedom would have died.
Categories:
flagged, thank you, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Strike! White Bird o'Prey
At flagged burrow wherein hides
two-under par Feast!
Categories:
flagged, golf,
Form:
Haiku
Fall brings football season.
Friends, family gather,
for friendly rivalry.
Food and drink are a must!
Field goals and touchdowns scored;
fouls flagged by referees.
Faithful fans come alive!
8/28/15
Categories:
flagged, food, football, fun,
Form:
Pleiades
An old man was driving down the country road
Written By Dean Masciarelli
October 1, 2010 (11:55am)
An old man was driving
down the country road
And while he was driving
He noticed that there was a police
officer up ahead
that was sitting on the side of the road
And he knew that he was going
a little
over the recommended speed
And as he passed by
the officer
got right behind him
And then he followed
him
down the winding road
And that’s when the old man could see something
in his rear view mirror
and he noticed that the officers head light was dead
So he did what any good citizen would do and he flagged
the officer down
just to let him know that his head light had gone dead
And when the officer got out of his car the old man told the officer
with a big smile on his face that he is only going to give him a warning
this time around because every now and then everyone deserves a
good deed
And that’s when the officer smiled and went to the front
of his
car just to see if the old man was just trying to pull his leg
And when the officer returned he told the old man that this was
the first time
that he has ever had a citizen that had pulled him over instead
And they both laughed about it for a moment or two and
the officer said thank you and then they both got back
in there cars and they headed back down the country road
(This is a true story)
It just goes to show you that sometimes good deeds don't go unnoticed because they are appreciated.
Categories:
flagged, travel, upliftingold, light, light,
Form:
Rhyme
no one has the saddle over the wild horse by the name fate
Jose as I had known him, had a life twisted by untamed forces
gifted and talented, we were the best of buddies, our lives flagged together
the terrain trans-formative, as we crested into our teens
Sundays were the days when our spirit were humbled
four boys at the alter, hands folded like the portrait of the Madonna
I knew him like the back of my hand, I heard he had a father
a father I had never seen since kinder
yet life moved on, we the sailors displayed our masts
hoping that the winds were channeling us, to a place our souls would please
THE TRANSITION
He woke up to a heard walk, he and his mum weren't playing a game of chase
yet life had him on checkmate
discovering the significance of the two sides of a quarter, you had to employ a plan B and yet keep your plan A on the cricket bat
he led a double life, keeping his closest friends behind the scenes
dropping out of high school was tradition in our hood,only that it marked
a reincarnation, from the faint- hearted Jose to a classical James Bond
FORECASTING
the night intruded by slight mourns from carnivores
lighting sparks and thunder shakes, a grant entry for comic villains
till gunshots, lasting long enough to wipe an army of a thousand
an ambush that "ceased"- captive, the lives of six teens short six times each
one of them a girl, recently dropped out, not even her mum knew where she cribbed
clinging to a heard earned home made short gun, which she innocently giggled like "the machineries" ,the title of a Holy Wood Action Flick
Jose briefly called to inform me of the slaughter, didn't mention he was part only that God had given him an avenue for self evaluation
IT'S DONE
I wasn't into the Chicky gossips, that flew fast than the dailies but this one caught my ears
she came, gasping for breath, thanks to her size she looked like a raged elephant
her gang of hooters awaited the bombshell, till her eyes pinned me
"your little friend is dead"...... I left
I left running to the church next to the sewer, there wasn't anyone but me
quickly pressing Jose's contacts, to the sound of server personnel
"the mobile subscriber cannot be reached"
Categories:
flagged, best friend, friendship, growing
Form:
Free verse
What a name called?
Football a game called,
To known arena called stadium,
Played eleven to eleven side to side each,
Formations of it kinds,
Aims of a two goal post net,
Aims of a trophy,
Aims of winning,
In a color Jersey of its kinds,
In a color booths of it kinds,
Side to side balls picking sons round,
Spectators sat rounding pitch watching,
Centered with a nominated referee officiating,
Lined with a two lines men flagged,
Officials of substitutions in questions,
Pronounced by named commentators,
Red and yellow cards rules in question,
Supported keys of volunteers,
Supported with all sorts of supporters,
Declared a stadium manager jobs,
Declared a team manager jobs,
Host the nations, Host the world,
At moment of a country designated!
At moment of a country authorized!
Called for all practitioners....
Photographers, Cinematography, Press, Medias, Adverts, Sponsors, critics, etc. centred.
What a name called?
Football! football! ! football! ! !
A rounded leather circled!
Circled in its color of its choices,
Declared fifa authorities,
Declared statistical over all game,
Respect covered face to face,
Stretchers officials in uniforms of its officials medications,
Football a game called,
With boots of its kinds worn,
Saddled a whole lot supporters,
Saddled a whole lot analysts,
Presumption for a nation's glory,
Preemptive individuals' desirably for survival,
Football a game called,
Called to the passionate in spirit,
Football a game called,
Embrace understanding to unnamed,
Embrace love to unloved,
Embrace unity to diversities,
Embrace creativity to un-creativity,
Football a game called,
Adore a nature,
Football a game called,
Called to a glorious home,
Football a game called,
A rounded leather circled!
With boots of its played,
With jersey of its kinds,
With choices of many kinds,
Football a game called.
Categories:
flagged, sports,
Form:
Double Dactyl
Yo, strength flows from lethal fists, these
Coz, am I not, the dark-sided Casanova?
Anger, fear, and pain to they
Who respect me not one iota.
Yet for my first fight, see I not,
The force of that USA flagged toga.
He, yes, knocked this goon about
Almost sending me into a coma.
Yo doc, called I, it hurts so bad,
But it not where it’s suppoda.
Yeah, me it is, don’t you know
Doc? Me, is it not, Yoda Balboa.
Yo Adrienne, doc said me,
To imbibe, yes, a gallon of soda.
And used force, did I on the poor doc,
So as not to pay what I owe’da.
The pain subside, did it, yes
After gulping gallons, three, of cola.
Never again do I ever fight
Until part II, of Yoda Balboa.
For To Yoda, an Ode contest
Categories:
flagged, humorous, me, pain, me,
Form:
Quatrain
© 2012 (Jim Sularz)
We are conceived by short sightedness,
nurtured with unbridled power.
We believe in self-interest,
and the dollar almighty.
As masters of deception and treachery,
we father hatred and misery.
We revel in our own injustice,
wallow in our lies and debauchery.
We believe the ends justify the means,
and we will prevail at any cost.
War is our flagged banner,
diplomacy is retreat.
We are judges and lock key,
and will suppress all opposition.
We shall never relinquish our fraternity,
to the higher purpose of the people.
And through their manifest ignorance,
will our aims take flight and conspire!
Categories:
flagged, political,
Form:
Free verse
Those trademark circular elements of style in vogue every four years
When the crème de la crème of the athleticism
presents itself on the world stage
Suspending and transcending any present day internecine conflict
Allowing, enabling, and proffering the five continents
And gathering of top-notch mental, physical and spiritual prowess
Extant with adroit prolific curved arabesques on one corner of the globe
That (like Noah with his Ark kit) human techno wizardry
Bedazzles viewers charting unparalleled feats
Whereby the human body defies the laws of physics and challenges gravity
Fielding a hypnotic colorful tapestry
Whereby the woof and warp of any melancholy moody blue, mellow yellow
Gunmetal green, roman a clef real time red doth white out
The dark knight, temporarily sequestered in a bishopric
Of faux queenly royalty, where a pawn
out the parapet of her castle keep
She imbibes requiem toward protesting the limits of *****sapiens
Inherent parameters, where fluid dynamics
of each most supreme contestant
Sans his/her specialized arena
Further the prior leg holds with free from arm-twisting head lock
And make a mockery of invisible manacles
Purportedly and formerly believed to tether man/woman kind
With unbreakable hidebound genetic/ chromosomal restraints
But nay to those who professed impossibility against the reins
Boxed and fenced in by bow rings set by Mother Nature
Well nigh obsolete and superfluous
What with evident burlesque stellar performances
Leaving the spectators starry eyed with collective mouths agape
As polished prominent performers blithely offset previous milestone
Setting a new yardstick to measure the Olympian capacity
That Heracles and Zeus would most likely deem
as some sort of magic trick
Yet lo, the sensational and majestic pageantry absolutely serious
Lying to rest what used to be merely amateur games
Whereby most any novice could coax a charade, façade, travesty et cetera
Without fear of getting flagged, but phenomenal exhibitors of today
Can nearly bank on netting a truckload of worldly wide wealth
Whereby a hand-made Scottish tartan Harris Tweed welcome mat
Ushers August men and exuding mettle and iron clad dedication
With pomp and circumstance into pantheon of future legends!
Categories:
flagged, adventure, america, appreciation, body,
Form:
I have been made mad before
With my clothes on my hands
Shabbily treated by children in the street.
My hair shaggy and rough.
YOu could see me going through the hoote-nanny
Smiling to every one that comes
on my way in a mischievous manner.
Then they sang the lost song of missing instrument and Bongo
And i dance stupidly in an open field crowded with fools.
They watched my buttock going higgledy-piggledy with no questions
I flagged off my clothes and let them see my bare chest
Swirling and twisting its Skin.
I have tolled every night and day upon the ugly mountains
With my back welcoming the dust of the ground in agony.
I have been pushed to the lunatic asylum because they thought
I was mad but your love made me drunk and insane.
Lyrically, my songs boomed and welcomed thousand children
Home to celebrate your bravery yet you seems not to
admit my effort as i sustain lumbago which made me lumbering.
I have embarked an arduous journey on the south west to obtain the
Roses and egg of life made for you in the land of the spirit
Because the priest confirmed you to be Ogbanje.
I have worked in the zoo, worked in the oceans, fought
the masked spirit and won for your sake.
Worked in the farm land where the monkeys mocked me
With their ugly black teeth abusing my personality.
I made the ridges with your names written boldly on it
To remind the birds and wild creature that it is
Untreadable land for a pretty damsel.
I have pronounce your names millions time with the parrots
Taught the toddler how top read your names on books.
I have become a hooligan and hoon all because of your love.
I have worked in the vineyard of the king as his servant,
Many maiden clutched to me and laid down their humble
Lives for my soul rescue but i denied them all of love.
Millions tears have i drooped for your sake,
Rebel against my flesh and blood all because i love you.
I am bound to your body by ardour love,
Love me so that every thing would be hunky dory.
Categories:
flagged, art,
Form:
Narrative
Time is ticking down
I’ve got eighty yards to go
It’s the last game of the season
The fans are sitting down
Our mascot is a clown
And I don’t even know the reason
Coach signals in a play
I get flagged for delay
The defense has eaten my receivers
My wristband is befuddled
Bill collectors in the huddle
My sports agents, they are all deceivers
The center snaps the ball
The linemen take a fall
I am being rushed by the Hulk and the Thing
I am scrambling about
Trying to scream and shout
While the running back is counting up his bling
Before they kick my ass
I fire off a pass
And it is floating towards our end zone
Suddenly I am standing there
The ball coming in the air
And I’m talking to my mother on the phone
I want to be the hero
The scoreboard clock now shows zero
And the ball just continues above to float
The paperboy starts to shout it
“Everybody read all about it”
As the headlines say that I am the goat
The ball zooms over head
Coach Lombardi now is dead
The cheerleaders put their pom-poms away
I remain standing all alone
In the now empty end zone
Wishing I could run just one more play
My wife and kids have left me
I have grass stains on my knee
They now live with the winning quarterback
I fail in my audition
For the announcers position
And revive myself from a heart attack
My life is incomplete
As I hang up my cleats
My jersey number will not be retired
I try going home
To the place where I was cloned
And as the high school football coach to get hired
I drink myself to sleep
Praying my soul to keep
And wondering what happened to my life
The obit is really small
No accomplishments are recalled
I am buried still wearing my Bikes
Categories:
flagged, allegory, life, high school,
Form:
Rhyme
What is it, this royal and ancient game
that gets in your blood and under your skin?
That invites in men’s hearts a peaceful aim
till you shank one and your head starts to spin.
Not just a game for sadists and man-boys
though it helps if misery becomes you -
new graphite, titanium and steel toys
vex me slowly but what am I to do?
I am hooked, addicted to the flagged green,
and no persuasion can my fix deny -
no finer joy (with pants on) has there been
but take my wife before my clubs or die!
To all you widows who mourn us at play
hear this…it’s the fairway or the highway.
Written: September 2004
Categories:
flagged, golf,
Form:
Sonnet