Best Freshen Up Poems
i narrate me own story in a fake english accent. the bloody typewriter is
broken, it can't capitalize. i'm out of coins for the heater. i can see me own
breath. it must be really bad . it's summer here in london. i'm a tough guy who
carries a gun. don't mean i don't want to look good. i freshen up my lipstick,
light up a cigarette and offer one to my secretary. she is hot really hot.
like i said it's summer. she don't wear lipstick it wouldn't help. in the
encyclopedia under the word butch is her picture.
i put out my cig in an ashtray overflowin. i'd tell her to empty it but she scares me.
she only wears one gold earring. who does that? i'm workin on a case, already
drank half the beers. by the way i'm a dick a private dick. the name is rock,
rock hard. there's a knock at the door. this could be bad she has two fourty fives,
she's also got a gun.
she's holding an airline ticket. no reason. she says she just likes it.
whatever! maybe it has to do with some kind of contest.
she says we're going for a ride. we are driving when she gets a flat.
i pump she pumps then we get out of the car and fix the flat. never liked
cars, horses are more convenient. less breakdowns. she takes us to a
party everyone is jumpin for joy, so joy gets up and leaves. bet you wish
this was going somewhere. it's not. like i said i'm a dick.
11~28~2014
Contest: Chopped III
Sponsor: craig cornish
The idea behind this poem came from reading a poem of the same title, written by Richard “Canadian Man-god” Lamoureux. Now, his poem went in an entirely powerful, yet other, direction than I thought it was going to go. I happily let him know that. So, he decided to have me touch upon where I thought he was going with his poem.
Some people really need to be careful what they ask for… ;-)
On an 8pm, Louisiana dream
Tastes of nocturnal, July humidity
Succumbs flagrant passions
With moistened grip, they tease
Coltrane whispers annihilate tense exhales
Under concave moon
She threw Mr. So and So onto Pacific Ocean’s waterbed
As if she was a professional baseball pitcher
Down
The
Middle
His exuberance would shatter sound’s tattered walls.
Slow grinds
Chemical reactionary bliss
Similar to Neutron bombs
Minus the consequences
Her tailored skin
Ready for gripped, enigmatic resolutions
But, first,
She had to “freshen up”
“You’re already being fresh, don’t stop on my account”,
He says with Monday mourning frustration
As cedar scented bathroom door shuts with determined patience,
And running water with a mix of Celine Dion hums from her trained throat
He stands to gather his thoughts…
…until his eyes exit stage right towards her opened travel bag
A pair of satin boxers & edible, Cotton Candy hand-cuffs from Target
With a signed, perfumed gift tag,
“Can’t wait for tomorrow, Mr. Such and Such,
-Love, your Hedonistic dream”
As running water came to serenity’s halt,
She exited restroom with shedding curves.
Her strut became dislocated,
As she stared into his trembling pupils
Wiping the cotton coating from his lips
“Too bad you couldn’t chew your way out of this one”,
The other half of the handcuffs smeared in cursive signature
Against yellow-gold gift tag he hands her with unedited closure
With striking slams against Louisiana hotel door
Parallel to Mother Nature’s thunderous clap
He exits stage left
Giving almost-lover
A proverbial slap
©Drake J. Eszes
Rest is a requirement,
for all,
in order to have this,
sleep is a must,
after a day’s of hard work,
wherein sleep is a must,
for all,
to freshen up the next day,
though the mind goes to sleep,
and the body follows suit,
the subconscious mind awakens,
and in lie,
a number of dreams,
awaiting you,
the dream,
that always reigns in my mind,
is the death of my wife,
not once,
but more than a couple of times,
why does this dream,
often arise in my mind,
is the answer I seek,
is it because of the love we have towards one another,
or is it the compassion for each other,
or is it in relation of serving one another,
or is it a kind of warning,
a warning to take care in the future,
some people may call this as the sixth sense,
while I call this a nightmare,
as nightmares are really scary,
yes, nightmares are quite scary indeed,
if you do agree with me or not!!
From:-Mr.Manu Nair (dated 19th November, 2012)
...dedicated to Juvie
We are in each other's arms, and dancing...
the lights are low, and the music is soft.
You perfume is so delicate, like a fresh
spring rain. We are cheek to cheek,
and in another world. A man tries to
butt in, and I shoo him away... no way
is anyone taking my girl away from me.
We take our seats, as I pull your chair
out for you. You say you have to go to
the ladies' room to freshen up, but you
look fine to me... a princess with her prince.
We dance some more, and I steal a kiss.
In your black cocktail dress you are by far
the loveliest woman there. The chandeliers
are twinkling in your eyes. "I love you so,"
I gently whisper. "Hold me close!"
We leave early... I open the car door for
you, and make sure you are comfortable.
When we arrive home we rush into the
bedroom. You slip off your dress, and I
get out of my tuxedo. "Scrabble?" you ask.
'Scrabble it is!" I reply. In jeans and
sweatshirts we sit on the living room floor.
You beat me hands down! I ask you if you
want to play again and, sleepily, you say no.
"Let's go to bed and cuddle!" you suggest...
and so we do. The perfect end to a perfect evening.
Tis the season once again
For me to cast my vote
This year I'm going Bananas
Instead of Artichoke
When it comes to Apples & Oranges
They're pretty much the same
As I close the curtain on the booth
And just start punching names
Asparagus is tops on my list
Much more than Brussels Sprouts
What Veggie will lead the charge
We'll have to wait to find that out
So let's freshen up the voting block
And somewhere in between
As we vote raw our favorite vegetable
The rest of them we'll steam
To return home that was at a walking distance.
She used to stop at a bar to freshen up a bit
One day she noticed a man staring at her.
As days passed, he befriended and bonded her.
It became a daily routine to talk over a drink.
When one day, she went to the rest room,
He poured a tasteless powder into her drink.
Next morning, she found herself in his bed.
When she was about to shout for any help
He showed her pictures of the last night
She was victimized for months silently
Till she committed suicide because of
Date Rape drug, known as Predator drug.
Come by the sword, die by the sword
Didn’t work, in this case of the woman.
Good people are passive, not aggressive
They believe in, “If a man slaps on your left cheek,
Offer your right cheek for him to slap”
A swordsman fights his opponent of equal strength
Who has sword in one hand and chili powder in another
Throws into his eyes and overpowers or kills him
Theory works but in the war or duel situation.
Jesus didn’t say “All who live with sword, Die by sword”
**He told Peter to put his sword away, and said
“All who draw the sword will die by the sword”**
**Matt. 26:52.
++++++++
Date :2-28-14
(Continued from Part 1)
Transparent figures walk at a flirtatious pace
On world-class runways, with no expression on their face
Parading styles you can't afford in your possession
They are the ghostly models of the latest, greatest FASHION.
A millisecond blink, a click, some weird noise,
A virtual reality for all the girls and boys, and men and women,
From X-Box to the Web, from Lasik to Radiology -
At work, at school, at home,
Invade the blinks of the mind-boggling TECHNOLOGY.
Hard sharpened teeth are clutching at my feet
"You won't go far! You have deadlines to meet!
Go back to work, we hunger for your check.
Oh no, we don't really care that you broke your back."
The swollen lips repeat "You have a chance!
And all you need is years of education,
The right color of skin, and perfect credit-pay-back evidence.
We'll hire you if you're that certain kind,
Then close the firm and move so far you'll never find."
More faulty words are slipping from the tongues
"Don't worry, our brand won't hurt your lungs.
Enjoy yourself! (*at your own cost)"
You think you're cool, when sadly you are lost.
The "sharpened, swollen, slipping" are after you and me
They are the widely-opened mouth of the ECONOMY
Enormous brains stroll through historic halls
Preparing campaigns, false promises, ready for the brawls.
Deciding wars, neglecting harsh critiques
They are the brains of brainless POLITICS
A large behind sits comfy in its chair
It "covers" all, at all times, everywhere.
From Maine, to Oregon, to most southern tip of Texas
Sit one-half IRS and the other TAXES.
A sagging belly and a double chin,
A pair of dark circles and a droopy skin,
Decide to make a move and Go For It!
It's time to freshen up and tighten up a bit.
As they arrive at their first appointment
They're quickly greeted by awaiting disappointment
"You want to look younger? feel better? No, No, No!
Read through your policy, you fools, we are the HMO!"
*
On this, my friends, I'll go to sleep
I'm tired, time for counting sheep.
Just one more thing I'd like to add,
Last words just pondered in my head
The moral of the story is,
That if you want to live with ease,
Through all commotions, bring your sense of HUMOR
Just so that you, yourself, don't turn into an ugly tumor.
1999
© Copyright
I enter the room breathlessly,
Somehow anticipating that tonight will change everything.
I sit quietly among strangers lost in their own worlds.
Cell phones buzzing, coffee steaming.
We all glance at watches,
Even some that aren't wearing any.
The air is electric as everyone is keenly aware
That tonight has the power to change the world.
I know that my love has not arrived yet,
Although I have never met or talked to him before.
A tired looking woman beckons me from the back room
And robotically I answer her call.
And in another room full of people and chaos,
I immediately see HIM.
He is perfect, though not at all what I expected.
Our eyes lock briefly, I smile and wave.
I'm wishing I had a mirror and had taken the time to "freshen up."
Other women in the room are as obsessed with him as I am.
I grab the barrette from my hair,
And like every ingenue I've ever seen on TV, I shake loose my curls coquettishly.
I think I have caught his eye, but suddenly his entourage rushes him from the room.
My heart slows a bit and I feel the color draining from my face.
Someone is holding my arm, sensing my weakness.
"He'll be back in a minute, why don't you sit down?"
I sit and for the first time, I notice HER.
Glowing, happy, giggling . . . the center of everyone's attention.
And the game just became REAL!
For it is she who stole my last love.
We make small talk, pretending no animosity exists.
Until a door opens, and HE is back.
New clothes, blue to match his eyes,
And I can't keep a little gasp from escaping my lips.
Of course, he flies right into the arms of my nemesis.
I move in, touching his arm, briefly holding his hand.
Even brazenly stroking his dark curls when SHE looks away.
And I see him respond -- glances in my direction, guarded smiles.
I am lost in a world where only he and I exist.
The room and everyone in it disappears and the two of us are floating away.
Without warning, I realize she must have seen our exchange.
And the room and everyone in it comes back into focus.
I look at my nemesis. She looks back at me.
"Would you like to hold him?" she says, seemingly without guile.
I cannot help myself. "YES!" I say, a little too quickly and loudly.
Unselfishly, my daughter-in-law gives him up. At last, my newborn grandson and I can start our love story.
7/14/2015
Your beauty and delicate nature, indeed we cannot deny
Yet having such a short life span, you somehow eventually die
Like the transient nature of mist and clouds, you superbly reappear
Then breathtakingly take your time to freshen up the air
A majestic symbol of power, knowledge and spiritual pulchritude
Celebrated blossoms attained in Spring you've magnificently exude
You evoke an artistic comparison through your bright ruddy hue
And in the night when we're asleep your petals the skies bedew
Your flowers are nearly pure white, and tinged with the palest pink,
Without hesitation you shrivel and fall before I could even blink
Your spiritual and cultural significance is never an incomplete
Accompanied by your long weeping branches are flowers so very petite
So stunning and stupendously, you lay about the trees
And even when you've carpeted the ground, your beauty never cease
©RashanaKing2010
What!
Coffee can is empty
He saw in the bin
Earlier,
It's aroma diffuses around the room
Awake, but right on bed he rests
So, it soothes.
Early in the morning
He likes to taste
Inspiration flows afterward
He thought:
My coffee am sure is waiting for zips
Activates the body and re-awakens the memory
Fingers grip the pen and write tirelessly
He chuckles
As the sweet smell of the coffee continues...
He could hear the clinging of wares from the kitchen
Baby is ready for school, he guessed
And coffee is there in the kettle
He smiles
Rhythmically,
He walks and whistle to bath
Freshen up then straight to dine
Alas!
Noodle past garnished with
chillies and shrimps in plate
Why?
Coffee cup is deprived of content
He gazed
So,
...She drank the coffee he smelled
She would be inspired instead
He thought.
Oh!
What a regret
He thought of coffee.
Do not be afraid, Dear Girl, my room’s right down the hall
At the back of the house where it’s quiet; a very pleasant room overall
You may if you prefer freshen up after our prolonged amble
And I want to examine the paw you twisted falling into that thorny bramble
I’m so sorry you hurt yourself as we made our way through the forest
You’re light as a feather to carry, there’s no reason to fuss or protest.
Here we are! All is ready, even a small repast if you wish
Wine-caressed baby artichokes, tender filet, and foie gras upon your dish
A rich espresso, a Portuguese ruby port or French champagne that is bliss
After we’ve dined we can play: I’m overcome you’re here I’m happy to say
Waiting for you to mature to be my accomplished and eager peer
Left I with no impatience or regrets let me make that clear
Playing with other ladies (often absolutely boring drills)
Helped perfect my performance; I do so want to dazzle you with my skill
Let me set you into a position where I can see and hear you the most
I’ve arranged the room perfectly to suit us I’m not embarrassed to boast
I’ll start slow, the prelude is gentle and brief; I’ll be keyed up waiting for you!
Place your lips upon your flute, my violin under my chin as we usually do
The music stands are a comfortable height; the sheet music will be easy to view
As we play together the exotic Raccatta Sonata I wrote especially for two
We will make music as no other have me and you!
It is dawn of the new day
Creatures waking with anticipation,
As the sun returns from night vigil
Light activated back again
Relieving everything from night uncertainties
To add another chapter in their lives
With new memories piling up
Many stuck with complicated choices
Coming along with dawn of the new day,
As rivers continue to freshen up souls
Trees puffing out oxygen
Mountains turning into wonders
Birds bursting into singing
Going freely into the sky
And flowers stamping their authority,
As happiness spreads across
Signifying dawn of new day
The Rabbit Hole
Sometimes... a rabbit hole
Is just a rabbit hole...
With nothing much to see.
No treasure trove to fondle...
No Earthly mystery.
Fear not my weary traveler...
Be veracious in your role.
There's happenstance aplenty
To titillate a fearless soul.
The End
Courage
Humanity would be better served
By some measure of respect...
Rather than the vacuous horde
Who make bold of our neglect.
How do those who seek to profit
Grasp such power in their hands?
Its ignorance bathed in apathy
And our refusal to take a stand.
All I ask is some small effort
To give the foul minions pause.
To wrest control from parasites...
Giving deference to our cause.
Before you judge and criticize
The lunacy in my request.
Know courage bears a thousand scars...
Indifference dies a coward's death.
The End
Guilt
There's much to distant memory
That bubbles forth untimely dread.
As each fickle lapse in judgement
Eventually rears its ugly head.
But accept it with humility
To freshen up the end of days.
As guilt must guide your future
Or the past will have its way.
The End
Fear Not
Fear not the specter of life's decay
And bear each wound with pride.
There's much that lives in shadows
To haunt and task us till we die.
We must embrace life's peculiar flavor
Sampling all as it should be
And chart a new direction
Against those who traffic misery.
The End
The Tulip
The tulip blooms a fortnight...
Not long for any flower.
It waits beneath its wintry crust
To choose the perfect hour.
But it lingers not till summer
As soon the petals crest.
But who are we to criticize
When a flower needs a rest.
The End
The perfect indication
a smirk, with some flirtation
a special night
for dating
do you wanna dance with me
Suggestive comments got me thinking
that atta-bouis
and all that winking
laning on me
got me thinking
you wanna dance with me
aint got the right stuff for staying
work in the morning my Boss aint
playing
But you got me wanting
some forward thinking
the night aint through
when the band finishes playing
I got a kiss
after a whisper
the gentlemen said
she called me her Mister
Right night
the romance of the mmusic
dancing
smiling and grooving
what a night
what a romantic evening
got a foolish man
beleiving
take my time
clm all the feelings
freshen up for a specail evening
I woke up this morning in the kitchen and not really sure who I was,
Tid-Bits and flashes from last night are now making my head buzz;
Did I fall into a wormhole or get abducted by a UFO,
With the pounding pain inside my skull, right now I just don’t know;
I vaguely remember Rosie complaining about the night,
And who were those Vacuum Salesmen, they didn’t get an invite;
My insomnia must have been cured by drinking that nuclear waste,
I’ll use a Listerine soaked tissue to freshen up, what happened to my toothpaste;
As I venture to the bedroom I spot Hammond in his Spandex boxer shorts,
I hate to wake him up but right now I need a report;
My living room is up in shreds, did I host a Rock Convention,
The things I found upon my floor I’m not going to mention;
Did Dire Straits have a concert in my house while I was out,
So much for wine and dine, I’m fixing to start to shout;
I discovered lunar craters in what used to be my yard,
The fire my friends didn’t put out left my folding chairs all charred;
Well I’m off to take some medicine and start drifting back to sleep,
I’ve never had a gig like that and fixing up won’t be cheap!
~4th Place in the "Wacky Weekend Challenge(Remembering Tom)"Contest by Catie Lindsey~