Best Frizzle Poems
A former place this, a patch where roots rattle,
where stubble has a ferrous frizzle.
A long truncated railroad stop
humming still within a surrogate reality.
As dry voices on the wind, they return
- the homesteaders and journeymen,
the harnessed horses.
Pants' cuffs carry kernels
long planted elsewhere.
Caps, coats, and carts
employed again by the magnetic
echos of an iron labor.
The brown weeds are talkative.
Brown boots seem to shuffle.
A hollow clock clacks,
its guts a nest for ticking birds.
Dandelions anticipate
a faraway flight,
A mid-day heat
thrums fragmented rails.
The station seems almost ready
to receive
as if its world
had not disembarked forever.
Categories:
frizzle, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
Mix black lentil batter
Must add salt and spices
Make holed rings, put in oil
Meduvadas frizzle
Mouthwatering, fluffy
Melts in mouth, soft, crispy
My most favorite snack
Categories:
frizzle, food,
Form:
Pleiades
Jewels of Africa.
The saffron Queen spins the lilac sky,
her rays flick crimson cinders into Royal Blue Oceans.
Submerge, sizzle, frizzle...going, going, gone! ...But Not.
Cumulus clouds drizzle pepper fog over pink Flamingos, homeward bound.
Tea-green Botswana bush,
teeny, tiny Hummingbirds hover over brink-pink Balsams,
feast on elixir of nectar.
Royal Albatross rides the last whip of wind.
Sulking Stork swoops through veiled mists above marshy meadow ponds.
Sword sunbeams lash chrome, coppery twilight.
Mooned dusks, a violet cape cloaks bathing blooms.
Nightscape sky sparks, preparing morning’s thin blue...aurora hue.
Camouflaged branches stretch, tickle studded clouds
as ribboned roots cling to crevice homes.
A spook- silver ring appears from nowhere, pearling ripples aluminium.
Beams spill across the sea like lines of glittering fire.
Ethiopian wolves howl composed solos,
phantom echoes shudder Tarantula’s lair
as Flax Lily spurts scent...Frankincense and Lime.
Sultry Savannah’s secrets passed on by rhythmic lip-smacking Baboons,
cracking jokes in the knitted canopy,
teasing and tickling clowning Hyena’s below as
a blinkered platoon of Jet Wood Ants march to their Majesty.
Dawn draws indigo voiles over Nephthys, Goddess of Night
slashes of Sunrise surge shadows as the Bush Lark spangles jewels in the air.
The Alize wind dies in respect to heavenly panorama...
Mountains reflected, seen to be varnished into still, smalt-blue sea.
Categories:
frizzle, africa, appreciation, culture, nature,
Form:
Free verse
light a candle.
let it glow with hope.
let its thin film of smoke
disperse the dark clouds.
let it drizzle and frizzle out your stress,
let it wash off the stench of sweat.
let your pregnant hope
deliver twins and triplets;
multiple tales of success.
Categories:
frizzle, hope, inspirational, philosophy,
Form:
Limerick
Fickle
The ebb and flow of life;
Fickle is, fickle does, fickle so
Yet struggle we all to know,
Can we really do this?
Love—yeah, Friendship—yeah,
Character, Smart, Dumb, Fun;
Do we know what we want?
Forever fickle can be that
Forever pickle that we laugh at
With Mankind locked in that
Forever maze ever mercurial.
Frazzle, frizzle, razzle are the now;
Dazzle is the How and When?
One who’s portentous in thought,
Whose mind is open but adrift,
May know this How and When.
Shall it be him or her or both?
Just maybe—it’s no one at all!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(March 28, 2016) (Verse)
Categories:
frizzle, allegory, analogy, hyperbole, irony,
Form:
Verse
My homework has many an equation,
Teacher says math is a good foundation;
It all seems like a puzzle,
Squiggles that make my mind frizzle,
Oh please tell- when is summer vacation?
___________________________
March 8, 2016
Poetry/Limericks/Mathematical Equations
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 765-437-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Categories:
frizzle, childhood,
Form:
Limerick
If I Were
IF I WERE
IF I were the clouds,
I would rain love on your heart's garden
I would rain and even rain snow
I would make your heart icy
So that when it condenses,
pure water of love would flow.
Then the cycle continues
If I were the sun,
Beam of my love would meet your eyeballs at a perfect angle
I would scorch until the tears in your eyes frizzle.
Every ray would have a meaning,
so that even without words,
You would look at me and give a smile
If I were the moon,
My illuminated body would show you the way to my heart's gateway,
so that when the world's darkness leave you alone,
my light of love would rekindle your hope.
You would stand and look at my yellow face
You would look until you get infected with the fever.
If I were you,
I would make my heart have a deep sleep.
For mine is there to be her guard
It is a promise he needs to keep,
so don't even say 'Thanks'
Categories:
frizzle, beautiful, cute love, love,
Form:
Lyric
FOR A MOMENT
Your cry isn’t loud enough for the world to hear
So wipe your tears.
Even your so called ‘friends and companions’ are turning deaf ears
Wipe your tears and look up to the hills, from there comes your help
Tears come from sorrow’s hole
Tears will continue to flow until you control your whole
Dilute your sorrow’s hole with joy,
And effervescence of smile will frizzle your tears
Don’t pamper that hurt inside, lest, it will linger
Letting go of is the best panacea
Embrace life’s vicissitude, and make peace with your past
Until there’s no tomorrow, fortunes are in life’s queue
For as mischance exists in life’s cast,
So is great chance.
Life can deny you of breakfast, but that breakfast may not be worth comparing with your brunch.
As you crunch, your life realizes that you can wait for tomorrow’s breakfast even if it denies you supper.
Sometimes, life makes you feel Charlie,
Especially when life gives you a malignant glare,
At a moment when you are in a state of ‘devil-may-care’
You are compelled to say cheerio to the world
Because life is using a brusque tone
But when you chance upon successes, you bury that decision
That’s life
Don’t escalate that hurt or pain when life confronts you
It’s just a fortune recess
Embolden your spirit and wait for the resume of success.
#sanguine, sangfroid, pertinacious#..That’s what you ought be……
Categories:
frizzle, art, heart, inspiration, inspirational,
Form:
Lyric
Walking to the camp
With only a spark in my lamp,
We’re here for a night of fun
But all I want to do is run,
My friends follow me
Holding back shyly
First to camp
We sat down the lamp,
It starts to drizzle
The spark starts to frizzle,
We fear the spark is lost
To us forever what a cost
We find a small cabin
We start up by babblin’,
We go on, on and on
Without our phones,
I feel trapped
As if I have been kidnapped
Sitting in the dark
Led by only a spark,
It keeps me sane
Even in the rain,
Lost with nowhere to go
I put on quite a show,
My fear no one can see
So I let it be,
All alone I start to feel
I wish this fear would just disappear,
I ‘m afraid to speak
I know I will freak,
Sitting with my friends
Even till the end,
The wind blows and batters
The windows shatters,
Lighting strikes
To close for our likes,
There in the shadows
I can see small battles,
Do you see them too?
Do you see the crew?
Or am I insane
To see such a thing
We huddle close to the spark
It is so dark,
The wind whistles and blows
With the past so close,
My skin has goose bumps
They rise in lumps,
Lightning strikes
To close for my likes,
The spark starts to flicker
On the candle whicker,
I blink no more spark
We are not alone in the dark
I swear I’m not insane
They see the same thing,
They can be so vivid
I start to feel livid,
Why this anger inside of me
How can this be?
I am no longer at piece
Leave me in peace please
I want be left alone
Everyone must be gone
Leave me here to stay
I will live here everyday
I have finally gone insane
From the amazing things I have seen
No one is here
No one lives in fear
Leave me
Let me be
Categories:
frizzle, dark,
Form:
Narrative
In my early teens (late 60's)
I remember it all
began
in my mind
Dad was driving us into
downtown Minneapolis
for church I think,
up ahead, a block or so,
the bob-lights on top of
2 cop cars was twirlin'
and speakers were loopin'
that open-sore noise
then it went silent
but what caught our eyes
was, the 2 cops were standing
over a Native American sleeping
against a wall,
they picked him up,
all limp arms and legs
and chucked him into the
open trunk of their squad
car like they were swinging
gunnysacks of taters
dad was the first to say
something as we passed
by when the light changed
"the Indians got it rough
here in town, jimmy,
gotta
help 'im when
you can, son"
50 yrs ago...
little has changed,
Dakota Oil injustice,
now near me puppet
heads
allowing pipelines
to disgrace sacred
Treaty Lands.
People gonna rise-up
again, and get water-blasted
off their feet & stuck with
them stingin' dam electric
stun-frizzle wires
like we were some
kinda human chimera
that needs to be
extinguished.
dads been gone 12 yrs
now
"gotta help 'im
when you
can, son"
...gotta
help 'im
when
I can
July '18
Minneapolis
Categories:
frizzle, native american,
Form:
Free verse
I am not the spectacles on my face
I am the spectacular light that leads my foot forward in the darkest days
I am not the colour of my skin
I am the rainbow on a rainy day that lifts up a child's drooping chin
I am not the pimples on my cheeks
I am the dimple that wipes the waves of tears to soothe you in your weeping weeks
I am not the dark scars on my body
I am the success behind every healed wound that unfolds an untold story
I am not the cracks on my heels
I am the courage that walks me through the desert of dreary dreams.
I am not the bounce of my rounded breasts
I am the bravery beneath the bones of a single woman.
I am not the aridness of my frizzle hair
I am the exuberance of my distinctive flair
I am not the weakness in my nerves
I am the willpower that inspires a million lives.
I am not the name on my in-law's gate
I am the fame born out of my mother's sweat
I am neither the wealth nor the riches I possess
I am the wellness of my family and fortitude of my friends.
I am not just the Sindoor on my forehead
I am the signature on every milestone that I cross while marching ahead
I am not a burden on the man's back
I am the responsibility that holds the nation's flag.
I am ME
I am MY THOUGHTS
I am MY AIM
I am MY MAGNANIMITY
I am MY CHARISMA
I am MY EFFICACY
I am not what you think
Because....
I THINK BIG!!!
Categories:
frizzle, i am, identity,
Form:
I could make ring bells from seashells found on seashores
go into retail where these bells get sold on shop floors
and tell thee tales of Seabells see sales win awards
if Seabells received well we could see sells soar
but there be fails and seashells will see me shut doors
Seabells on thee shelves won't sell themselves
Seabells that stay shelved are Seabells in stealth
but if retail sees sells these bells might split shells
when Seabells break seashells they Seabells no more
in retail it entails that Seabells a chore
stealing seashells from seashores for Seabells is wrong
Seabells in retail ensure failed rewards
leave seashells on seashores where seashells belong
sit on a seesaw it sees sore your bum
a sore bum on a seesaw's a seesaw no fun
(none of this stanza is part of the poem I'm just)...
sawing a seesaw for Cecil in sun
sees seesaw I Cecil for saws so seesaws
no I saw for sneezing Cecil a seesaw he saw
Cecil does sizzle when Cecil's in sun
snoozing a little he frizzle a frum
I've syphilis symptoms seep sauces abort
a sauce on a seesaw in slippers and shorts
it sizzles my settle a saw Cecil's seesaw
a seashore with seesaws see seashells flung
a seesaw at seashores not see sure for sum
seashells flung seaward hit sailors at sea (dong)
seems I cannot stop recycling sims-
ulating symptoms of simpleton dumb)
yeah im done phew
Categories:
frizzle, humorous, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
Out there, seemingly everywhere, await mountains upon mountains to be conquered
Some of us choose to plunge ahead, while many are deterred
What is this fear and apprehension that pervades our bodies?
What is the curiosity and desire that frizzle our jollies?
When a HUGE, ROUGH, formidable structure stares you in the face...
Will you prepare yourself for the task at hand or seclude yourself in a more restful place?
Oh! Don't worry! This piece of nature is sure to present itself...
It's funny how mother nature works but one must secure his straps or else cry for help
Nobody said it was going to be easy, nor did anyone say it was going to be fun.
That burning desire to make it to the top, that feeling of wanting to be up near the sun
If you feel like you want to stop...
Just wipe the sweat from your face and keep reachin' for the top
When your arms and legs begin to tire...
Rest for a while if need be but let your HEART lift you higher
Amid your climb, please don't look down...
'Cause if you do, you might fall into the temptation of turning around
And remember, keep steady your pace...
'Cause each stride upward will get you to that desirous place
Categories:
frizzle, career, confidence, courage, growth,
Form:
Free verse
My father told me how
Pretty petals blooms
and blow away
In just one day they’ve gone away
So dry we cant fresh again
even if we cry and cry and cry our pains
and our eyes frizzle bleeding clots of rain
it can never stop heal the wound
But the tears we pour
they never waste away
They make dews and wet the earth
that just before our eyes
New roses sprout again
cheering up our sorry faces
though
The joy it brings still has an end
Categories:
frizzle, art, dark, day, death
Form:
Free verse
Wake up from your sleep
Its about time we reap
The happiness of the moment
Going on and on like a current
Lets go out in the sun
Its time we take a run
The rain will soon drizzle
Everything will soon frizzle
Today its so bright
Hold my hand tight
Imagine we can fly
Up and Up so high
As the clock ticks ten
Lets go into the den
I know as time slides
The pain will subside!
Categories:
frizzle, caregiving, daughter, hope, love,
Form:
Couplet