Best Getting Out Of Hand Poems
Pleasure threw a party for her friends to come,
she sent invitations out to each and every one.
There were 10 responses and Pleasure did assume
it would be fun to see them interacting in one room.
Unfortunately the 10 who were about to show
had issues with each other ,things she didn’t know.
Joy had left depression just a month before,
couldn’t tolerate his negativity no more.
Paranoia kept Bewildered so confused,
the more mixed up she got the more he was amused.
Affection tried to help Obsession understand,
how her food addiction was getting out of hand.
Apathy was drinking wine coolers as a crutch,
all emotions were aware that she indulged too much.
Acceptance and Joy showed up late but seemed content,
they were welcome at every emotional event.
Depression was not over Joy, he saw her and felt blue,
Bewildered was sure that Paranoia hid her shoe.
Anxiety lost Acceptance and nervously confessed
he brought Assertiveness to help him mingle with the rest.
Affection accused Obsession of eating the buffet,
Paranoia tried to leave, Assertiveness stood in his way,
in the kitchen drinking by herself was Apathy,
Joy and Acceptance both enjoyed the hospitality.
Then Joy helped Bewildered put both of her shoes on,
Paranoia fell for Apathy, they both stayed till dawn.
Acceptance told Anxiety she 'd liked him as a friend,
Affection said “I’m sorry” to Obsession in the end.
Pleasure was quite happy only 10 guests were there,
if there had been more it might have been a wild affair,
each one settled, got along and as you can presume
all emotions set in motion made for a busy room.
She told it this way.....
He said...San Francisco......
Then up to Mendocino
I said...can I go
He said...I guess you can
'Cause, long since Albuquerque
That's when he first hurt me
My heart's dying to divert me
To the promised land
And...oh, the nights are long
When you're playing tag along
And this old heartache..hanging on
Is getting out of hand
'Wish he would turn this car around
California...feels like shaky ground,
Why is it always one more town
To the promised land
Silence speaks behind the wheel
A change of plans....to Bakersfield
Where Merle Haggard got the feel
Of the lonesome legend man
"Can't say I'm having fun
In this California sun
But,I'm praying for another run
To the promised land
And...oh, the days are cold
When empty's all you've got to hold
And chase love down another road
'So hard to understand
This oak just ain't gonna bend
Maybe, as the story ends
I'll catch another poet's pen
To the promised land
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Not Every Day is Perfect
I took my pad to the park today.
I wanted to find an idea for a book.
I was blocked…you know… stuck.
I walked outside, and looked up into the sky.
The clouds threatened rain.
I had no umbrella, but a man in a clown suit presented me one…
immediately.
I took it, and walked on.
Down the brick paved golden street,
and turned just to the right, the bus stop on ahead.
The shuttle to Mars left five minute ago, so I hopped the train to Texas.
We arrived early for lunch with the king.
As I sat with his highness, I whipped out my pad intently...
No!
Still no ideas.
I left from there as the flamingoes were dancing and getting out of hand.
I decided to take a stagecoach to the florist shop as it would help my mood.
The soup was chicken, with small white rice, shapes of animals and crackers.
Still nothing to write about.
The day was getting late. I had to go back home.
A roller skate, a rickshaw and two hot air balloons…
The darkness came early, on my sunshine day,
But I am very happy, as my package arrived.
I have new pencils, from far away.
I will take them for a walk, instead of my pen.
Tomorrow I will try again.
Forgive me for feeling the need to say
I am neither a Communist nor a Nazi,
I’m a red-blooded American who served
My country in the U. S. Air Force, and,
I have always stood up for what’s right,
And, when bullied, I am up for the fight.
Divisiveness here is getting out of hand,
And probity is not at all being observed
Even hinting that I am a Nazi is crazy!
Forgive me for feeling the need to say.
written December 11, 2021
[written in my reverse rhyme format]
A CHRISTMAS AGO
My Christmas present list
Every year
Got longer and longer,
What to buy
Whether far or near
I certainly have always got joy
Out of giving,
Just two months ago, I thought
Things are getting out of hand,
What is Christmas all about,
Faith and family and
Being together,
No matter in Iceland
Or at the equator
Whether you are freezing,
Or in frazzling hot weather,
Most important, is
To be all together!
Used to rush out and shop
Up to Christmas Eve,
Ticking off this one and that,
Is this perhaps true,
Do you see yourself,
Is this a fact?
When as before,
Read, or today 'Googled'
Before World War one
Money was scarce,
Yet Christmas was fun!
Enjoy this wonderful day
For what it is,
Buy Christmas crackers I agree,
Pull them, bang, between
You with glee,
Hear the Christmas carols,
On Christmas morn,
Perhaps make a toy
For your boy,
Dad has tools and imagination
Feel free to craft with
With creative fascination,
And mummy,
Can make her yummy
Christmas cookies and
Perhaps write a poem,
To her little girl
Put a rag doll together,
Out of straw, material
Feather and leather!
Smell the turkey,
And potatoes, roasting,
Hear them sizzling,
Laughter and merriment
For the less fortunate,
Eating a piece of bread
Under a bridge on cement
We should take stock,
Not easy when your
World is a whirlpool,
A rat race,
Begin to face,
Reality and give to the poor,
Next Christmas to enter
This door,
You will do with
More ease
Give to the poor, please!
Save the world from plastics,
And fake gifts,
And Christmas suddenly
Will have meaning,
The world slowly
Recovers and shifts.
Ka-thump-a-loon, my pet raccoon,
sings opera in the woods at noon;
I love so much to hear him croon.
At night he carols to the moon.
If you are lucky you might hear
the songs he sings most loud and clear;
he plans to make it his career
with performances both far and near.
He will audition sometime soon,
accompanied by his pal baboon
who plays a really mean bassoon;
I know they'll make the critics swoon.
I guess I'll have to go along
and keep long lists of all his songs
and iron his wardrobe of sarongs,
protect him from the cheering throngs.
He seems excited, that's for sure;
he never has been too demure.
He keeps asking for a new coiffure,
a glitter mani- and pedicure.
Last night that crazy old raccoon
sucked on a helium balloon
and ate way too much crab Rangoon,
said he planned to change his tune.
He switched his genre to rock and roll,
thinks he can sing with a lot of soul;
winning American Idol his one goal
with its million dollar prize bankroll.
Things are getting out of hand;
the raccoon's plans are just too grand;
I wish he'd join the forest band
and forget this superstar status plan.
Success can never come too soon
to a want-to-be Las Vegas tycoon
who dreams of a big penthouse saloon,
Ka-thump-a-loon, my pet raccoon.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, August 18, 2015
I reveal these words to the American,
who has the right to pardon this page,
while the whole world's getting out of hand,
as the evils of revelations rage,
Why's the US helping foreign lands?
when it can't get a grip on it's own,
If they intend to make any future plans...
why not start right here at home?
It's nobody's right to invade anywhere;
there's no serious threat here at home,
so send the officials whom send our troops there..
and on the front line with a cell phone,
Yea! parachute them in with a baseball bat,
a cell phone and a roll of duct tape,
One they get to where imposing minds are at...
they can put on their superman cape,
Or, drug them and issue them a used baseball bat,
a walkie talkie and a catchers mitt...
Once they realize where and the heck they're at,
there's a chance they'll resign or quit,
And pardon me if you don' t feel the same,
or believe "just"...........as I do,
but those thousands of humans killed and maimed...
continue growing in numbers too.
I must write, I need to write.
This is getting out of hand.
My writer's block has got to go.
It's presence has been banned.
Pen to paper ... write one line,
then to the kitchen I head.
Coffee perks, that's what I need.
Hey ! Did I make the bed?
I must write, I need to write.
This book is not complete.
I stare at paper, I stare at wall,
I stare at red polish on feet.
Words have always been my friends.
We've shared a laugh or two.
The page is still a pristine white.
Time to pour myself a brew.
The minutes tick by and still I see
a sheet as white as snow.
I try to grasp an elusive thought
as they quickly dart to and fro.
I must write, I need to write
the scenarios in my head
but now I'm yawning, put pen away
and take myself off to bed
... tomorrow
14/08/2014
You say you won’t
But then you do
You’re a sweet contradiction
Through and through
You say you love me
Then say you don’t
You’re a sweet contradiction
When you write a note
Contradictions on my left
Contradictions on my right
Sweet contradictions
When we kiss goodnight
Yes you’re in denial
Most of the time
You’re a sweet contradiction
Girl that’s fine
You make a statement
That’s just not true
You’re a sweet contradiction
But I love you
Contradictions on my left
Contradictions on my right
Sweet contradictions
All through the night
You’re inconsistent
But you know I care
You’re a sweet contradiction
Thats not being fair
This situation
Getting out of hand
You’re my sweet contradiction
Not a one night stand
Contradictions on my left
Contradictions on my right
Sweet contradictions
When I hold you tight
© Copyright KC.Leake
24th May 2015
All Rights Reserved
Farewell! Oh my sire
King of once empire
I walked out at doomed in those spooky nights
Just to see you naked and died!
Who are you to killed those men?
Are you out of your mind?
Oh sire! You fought like Trojan war
And looking for Achilles heel in reward!
Who are you sire?
You the mogul of dismay!
See the apocalypses and omen of world
Are you not afraid of judgement decode?
You coward!
You ruined everything over three hundred decades
Spare! Spare forgiveness!
I will hence thee witnesses
Oh sire! What have you done?
Its getting out of hand?
Two tormoils at once!
Ho! You never be gutsy I know you can't
Oh sire it's not yet the end
Go and change!
Give peace among foes of Spartans men
And you still barbaric in the end.
Jealousy runs through my veins
I know that I have tons of brains
Regretting the fact that I'm so selfish
People don't understand me as if I'm talking gibberish
Pre-ch: Throw all of your flawless doubts
Embrace possibilities that open up new routes
Ch: Bring Me Out of the Dark...
Bring me out of the dark...
Please, oh please, I want you back, just don't attack
For you are my freedom park...
You are my highlight of my childhood memories...you were my candle that lit up the dark
The light in which brought me out of the dark
It brought me out of the dark
Seriously, why do I feel this cruel sadness?
My heart is scorching with impure madness
Back away or I will charge like an enraged bull
My head is spinning like the world around me as a whole
Pre-ch
Ch
Sick of reading poetry that brings me down...it's like dreading the fact that you lost your one and only phone
Wishing I can replace my frown and hang it upside down
Feeling like I've been getting out of hand
Longing to find a true friend who will understand
Pre-Ch
Ch
I lost my writings that meant dearly to me
But, write, I must with a heart of creativity
I remove myself from the comfort zone of tension
It's hard to take head of minor or major correction
Pre-Ch
Ch
I abhor the actions of the prideful man who lacks self-control
Haven't he learned to be respectful in his elementary years in school?
What if the world was overflowing with zealous and considerate people?
Clearly, the world prefers competition over an attitude of gratitude that's nonjudgmental
Pre-Ch
Ch
Bridge: Ooh ooh ooh
For I love you and all you do
I will try not to take advantage of you
If you want my help, I will be there
All of the family's burdens I will bear
I really want to be understood like you
It's hard to find my voice these dark days,
Drowned out in the waves of a million lies
Left with only one clue...who knew...
I would end up like you, but I have sympathy towards you
If we both want freedom and acceptance,
We all must struggle and work together
I know we all feel like our responsibilities double...we should stay true to our divine resemblance
Dispose of all worthless emotions for a moment and be the listener -
No matter what happens,
Light will outshine the dark - the light wins
Cliffs of Dover Horn Haiku
This is kind of about North Korea.
Play death on demand
Thing is getting out of hand
And was poorly planned.
His name was Say Who
Accepted their point of view
Was killed that is true.
So who may be next?
Causing us to be perplexed
Sent message of text.
North has no clover
So should do a flyover
But Cliffs of Dover?
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran, Poet and Soothsayer
I walked knowingly into the trap
as a boat sails over Charybdis.
Afraid of showing tell-tale marks
up and down my arms.
I gave in to the lesser evil,
went astray, searching indiscriminately for an escape.
My search lead me to a certain type of website.
Taking refuge in my libido,
I removed my clothes, alone.
My body laid bare, for the asking.
My hands requesting to obediently serve,
on anonymous screens, no compensation required.
A grave and pendulous weight dragging between my legs.
The cucumbersome weight of my cathartic defilement.
A diseased organ between my ears.
Caught in that black hole,
my soul’s spaghettification.
Time wore on, the unseen eyes multiplying.
Demands getting out of hand,
stretching even the limits of my self-destruction.
“It’s 1:30 pm, gimme some lunch.”
“It’s 7:30 pm, I’ve got a sweet tooth.”
“It’s 11:30 pm, show me a story?”
“It’s 3:15 am, help me get some sleep?”
Even my pain drained away from me,
as my insides had, without count.
My soul, also ejecting away from me in fragments.
The catharsis transmuted into self-hate,
and so the coil twisted tighter,
I’d mistaken that numbness for catharsis.
Piece by piece becoming a useful, well used vessel.
A brush with death saved my life.
Seizing my mind and body
in every sense I could illustrate.
A convalescence began, seeding love.
My once desolate heart, fallowed, now fertile.
Love now sustains me. Though I’m a vessel still,
but now for healing, knowing shame intimately, without terror.
I bring it into the light, letting compassion overflow.
Cycling forward to completeness once more, finally whole again.
Christmas,Boxing Day and Newyears Eve All these stabbings
hard to believe.
Things are getting out of hand, people stabbing for no real reason
at the so called Holiday Season.
It is hard to take in as these tragic events unfold, it actually makes
your blood run cold when you are told the news.
I thought it was a time for good cheer and laughter at Christmas and newyear
not all this killing and stabbing, people walk the streets full of dread and fear,
and the message is crystal clear that thugs on drugs are getting very near.
Life has changed but not really for the good although people wish it would
and still could. Why all thes stabbings,killings, shootings what do they achieve
apart from the much heart-ach, pain and eternal grief with no sense of relief.
Lets face it the world is in a terrible mess, it seems beyond repair, I wonder
how life will fair for the ones who don't care.
Think before you act and inturn it could have a big impact. How we treat others, and
how people react so let us make this a matter of fact, help change the world for the better.
We need hope in order to cope with lifes tragedies and grief, as the world is a dark place despite the fast pace, but a hope can give much comfort and is our release and that is something precious to us that will not cease.
Love hurts, that is true
I can't imagine my life without you
They say when time flows it's like water
Hold onto the chance, cos' it's now or never
But just like water,
holding you was impossible-- there's just no way
I tried to hold onto you but you still slipped away
In our love story anyone could see
How fate is cruel for you and me
Others say love is sweeter on the second time around
But the heart and trust given to you once, you repeatedly broken down
Is it just me or it's really getting out of hand
Was it because our love sank like a quicksand
Now that I moved forward
You came back
My heart you re-shattered
Piece by piece it cracked
Funny how I still question why were we ended hastily
Your love, it lasted once, but we didn't end happily
That night you left, it brought me sorrow
Can't believe again you've made me cry
Now, Our love, Tell me
Does it deserve One More Try?