Best Flailed Poems

~ Her love abloom fell blinded in the bliss
of one thought gentle in its callow prime,
and if she felt one inkling of amiss,
a thwarted tempest may have been in time.
   As love became a storm within the boil,
her naïve virtue veered into his...

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THE DEVIL DANCED AT MIDNIGHT

The devil danced at midnight
beneath a waning moon
with his minions before him,
twas a sight to make one swoon.
He pranced in jubilation,
then capered with a shout,
his arms flailed like a windmill
as his legions danced about.

He cursed the God of heaven,
the demon horde...

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(Why I'm Still Breathing)

When the cow was dry, she was compliant.
When she calved, she turned vicious
and no fence could hold her,
but she gave milk in abundance,
and Dad refused to sell her.

She chased Mother 'round and 'round the barn
until Mom panicked, climbed the corner logs,
and perched...

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I have once pulled out my hair.
Eaten my tongue and sliced the skin.
Closed my throat and-hanging-flailed.
Cross the Styx in death's boat I've ridden.
Dying-slowly-with bones weak and frail
by darkness and despair as I see no light.
My heart weighs heavy for the test it failed:
too sick to...

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Accordin'  to my totally unbiased and very detailed research,
Jerimiah Flood pastored the Happy Valley Baptist Church.
From the pulpit he flailed his arms as if fightin' a hive of bees,
Elicitin' "Hallelujahs" and bringin' sinners fallin' to their knees!

His boomin' voice disturbed the peace of those...

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There were two dinos who loved the hop     
When they got started, they could not stop.
They bounced - flailed about,
Until both passed out,
and detained for affray by a cop.  

Copyright © 2011  By Caryl S. Muzzey...

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patented genuine leather gloves 
captivating our boyhood heroes
those same gloves flailing about
towards fly's we were supposed to catch

a glowing white ball with red thread
that begged to be rocketed into orbit
we dreamed of such heroics
pleaded to the God's for the power
most times we flailed there too

it...

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Through Her Eyes

It’s through her eyes, that hide her cries,
one sees into her soul
which feigns the fears and teems with tears 
that time cannot console.

She’s heard the rhymes of ancient times 
as elders tell their tale;
how strangers manned and took the land 
and claimed to...

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Sending the tending to an unfriended ending,
 yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending.
Logotype monotype linotype,
overripe stereotype,
 teletyped an unripe heliotype. 
Guttersnipe snipe,
 stipe snipe ripe,
 a wipe type a tripe, 
unleash a withering hype. 


Dip snip,
nip lip,
slip skip,
rip the apple pip
over a...

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 DA NANG, 1968:  THE DANCE OF DEATH

 
That night I watched the muted flashes
Reflected off low somber clouds
And heard the muted rumble
Of distant artillery
As if a storm were approaching.

And I knew that somewhere
In the jungled hills out there
Uniformed figures flailed the air
In grotesque...

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CHAPTER 6 (continued, c)

Several of the primate children 
Sat together in the branches 
Of a tree; they did not notice 
Danger silently approaching 
 
Through the leaves a brown and yellow 
Shiny scaly serpent slithered
Closer to the young gorillas 
Eyes unblinking glimmered palely
 
Then one of the watching mothers 
Saw the snake and cried...

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My momma always tell's me im not like the others
That i'm different from my stupid sister and skinny brothers 
How am I different? I would ask and beg
She then said, "Hun, you got a fat leg."
I then started to wonder what that means
Wait a second...

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Around fires of desire -- danced she
Dark-eyed beauty captures his soul
Castanets and stormy feet
Flailed to fiery beat 
Encountered heart tones
Chords--Unrobed heat
Guitar strings
Kissed by
Song...

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Tinted stars on flatter screens 
suave images do hype
Black & White visages from 
nostalgic era still archetype
Touched-up photos the ideal 
caricature to swipe
Still Life portraits from 
Renaissance remain heartfelt 
prototype
Gratuitous mavericks, in 
manicured uniforms with 
stenciled bats, freely gripe
Talented shills in baggy pants 
with suborned fealty...

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When I was a kid
My summers were spent
In the Catskills where
My parents went.

It was country bliss
And a life of ease
But with lots of spiders,
Wasps and bees.

There was one mean boy
And he got his kicks
Playing pranks he pulled
From his bag of tricks.

But the cruelest one,
Which caused...

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