Best Hang Around Poems
help mrs. muse is gone and my mind is shooting blanks
my friend called inspiration is trying to walk the plank
motivation just married mr lazy
and confidence started acting really crazy
cousin common sense is on vacation out of town
and aunt intelligence is nowhere to be found
uncle rational is at the casino gambling his life away
and my best friend happiness never wants to stay
my neighbor opportunity doesnt knock on my door anymore
and my girlfriend love is really just a whore
my partner pride is always full of himself
and sister sympathy is busy with someone else
grandpa wisdom is smart enough not to say a word
and grandma compassion is seen but never heard
the only friends that ever come to town
is anger and disgust and they always hang around
my high school sweat heart infatuation doesnt really call
and my childhood friend imagination doesnt exist at all
Anxiety, Anxiety-
you creep, you lurk, you worry me
Mangy monster under my bed
on all my fears you must be fed
and when I try to starve you out
you stab me with a blade of doubt
You sneaky, scurrilous, savage beast
I don't hate you, but I like you least!
You are not cute or cuddly
why do I let you cling to me?
You're ugly and you're worrisome
you drain my joy and leave me glum
Anxiety, Anxiety-
I hear you've achieved notoriety
evidently I'm not the only one
you'll hassle them all before you're done!
'Though, I don't see how you find the time
to carry out your heinous crime...
For all day long, and nighttime, too
a hovering pest, too big to “shoo”
you hang around and taunt me fierce
by dangling daggers with which to pierce
I tremble in my delicate skin
but chin stuck out, I'm determined to win
Anxiety, Anxiety-
you will not get the best of me!
You've wasted enough of my precious years
you deserve no sympathy or tears
like the monster you are, you'll be destroyed
I've armed myself with the likes of Freud
While you watch me, I'll study you more...
know your every weakness- for this is war!
I'll vanquish you for once and all
I've armored up for the bloody brawl
but hey- what's this, a hasty retreat?
Don't tell me that you admit defeat!
No Anxiety, Anxiety-
you're devious, sly and slippery
Before you let me kill you off
you slink away to smirk and scoff
knowing full well that you'll come back
to get me with a sneak-attack!
No one followed her as she ran away
fleeing from the altar on her wedding day
She’d been jilted by Jed her handsome groom
so locked herself away in an unused attic room
The bride’s father went after Jed with a gun
you should have seen the coward run!
The desperate search for Judy was in vain
She didn’t respond when they called her name
Folks assumed she didn’t want to hang around
Many years passed by and she was never found
The house was auctioned after her parent’s died
They were buried at the churchyard side by side
The new house owners were in for a terrible shock
When they ventured upstairs and unpicked the lock
They found Judy’s skeletal body in her dress of lace
Cobwebs hung like curtains from her once lovely face
Jed’s dust covered photo lay in her hand
Judy never got to wear her wedding band
Dust Contest
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
03~22~17
November was not all that bad. We had
Thanksgiving feasts and very little snow.
The Yuletide season came. Since it was glad,
I felt so sad to see December go.
But January so far we have seen
cars sliding off the roads and freezing cold.
Blue skies I need and white replaced by green
and sunshine spilling onto fields like gold.
But Winter still persists. Up and about,
he's freezing pipes, car engines and my toes!
That old cold man has worn his welcome out.
And next month's Valentines? Well, who needs those?
It's Goddess Spring that I am waiting on.
Why hang around, old Winter? Just begone!
Written 1/19/13 For the Winter Begone Poetry Contest
of Francine Roberts
The face in my mind
comes to stay for a time
and will not let me go
the day time crime
on which I dine
for my fantasy show
I lie in bed
to it I am lead
for quiet and pleasure
A hunger is feed
All through the day
I see as I may
in moments I imagine
of the never
A time of day
fantasied away
when thoughts of her
I measure
Days months
and even years
A beauty appears
that fetters
Deliver my life
to happiness
and my soul
to highest heaven
Let me see the eye's
that smile in their own way
Look at me not knowing
the power they display
Let me see the smile
that flash's in our meeting
how meaningfull the times
How precious is the greeting
Let me see the hair
That hang around your neck
the red that defines color
the waves I can't forget
The movement of an angel
the grace of a flower
The endless joy given me
with each and every hour
This part of life is giving
a thrill that children know
Everytime I see her
Vane affections continue to grow
I'll never regret loving her
with only eye's and memories
at night I close my eyes
and see her with imaginary gaze
If not time had cursed me
to be born before her days
I'd live my life for only her
and would not miss for age
She is but one of many
Of the past lives I have grazed
And if within this certian time
my life shall pass away
she will be mine forever
forever and a day
Her image as an angel
that hovers over my grave
My curfew according to my mom is, “before the sun goes down!”
She never gives me the time to meet with friends and hang around
My dad on the other hand lectures me in Korean
He still doesn’t realize that I literally cannot understand him
He might as well be talking in Japanese and his english is ‘berry weak’
These are the reasons why we don’t really speak
Dinner’s always the same, no taco Tuesday or leftover Monday involved
Every meal is eaten with rice- but one time we had mashed pot- just kidding that’s never happened at all
Brown rice, white rice, skinny rice, fat rice, guess we got some variety there
Mom says, “Be grateful, there are starving children everywhere”
Come to think of it, a family meal at McDonald’s is something we’ve never had
Guess that means all my meals are very sad
Neither parent wants to give me the independence that I need
But I won’t complain for I’m afraid mother will hit me
Like a bird I want to explore the world
But my strict Korean parents clipped my wings- they might be disturbed
So I spend my time visualizing the world through the T.V.
Never had cable cause cable’s ‘not pree’
Netflix is what I got, a blessing I love having
Bob’s Burgers, Parks & Rec, and The Office keep me laughing
My mom finds it annoying, my dad doesn’t get the puns
He’s always asking me how people sitting in an office can make me laugh so much
On another note, high school parties, are wild and pretty cray
I wouldn’t know, I’ve never gotten an invite, but my parents would never let me go anyways
I check the snapchats of my friends, they’re out bowling at 1:35 am
If it weren’t for my parents, then I would be out with them
No matter what I do, my parents just can’t see
That they’re Kim Jong Un and I’m a helpless North Korean trying to break free
Did you ever have the feeling there's a man in your can?
Or a ball down the hall with an eye to spy?
Sometimes I'm sure I have ants on a tour of my house without cure.
And sometimes I know there's a pup in my cup, yelling "Hey, what's up!"
And that white ram in the door jam well, he's on the lam.
That's the kind of paranoia I live with each day.
I admit I'm delusional in a big way!
Some visitors are quite friendly like the girl with a curl under my bed with Earle.
But Bower in the shower, well he sings for hours!
And the lady named Sadie why she is quite shady!
I like Randy. He always has candy.
But the man looking at me in the TV, him I wish I couldn't see.
All the brunettes in the cabinets, they love to dance about.
But that meanie named Bellini, him I could do without!
The cat in my hat I don't like at all.
And I get quite nervous when Saul runs down the hall.
The bears on the stairs taunt me without a sound.
And so do the others who like to hang around.
Like Bert, and Mert, and Kurt, and Gert who live inside my shirt.
I don't care if you don't believe it, find me my straitjacket. I'll never leave it!
*Based on the book, There's a Wocket in My Pocket
for Dr. Seuss Theme and Form contest (Joann Grisetti)
Seventh Place
When I was just a little boy, my mother said to me
"Since birth I've filled your heart with love, to give away for free
So be a cheerful giver and it always will come back
Just spread it everywhere you go and love you'll never lack"
It made me kind to everyone, I always wore a smile
Never met a stranger and I'd go that extra mile
There always were so many friends, that liked to hang around
Until one day I met a girl, who stole it and left town
That first heartbreak, oh how I cried, felt all my love was gone
Found out my pride, now hurt inside, for being strung along
Angered by rejection, to this day still have the scar
Right when I thought my life would end, a whispered, "There you are"
I hung my head to hide my tears, my mom sat on the bed
She softly said, "It'll be alright", then gently raised my head
I saw her tears fall from her cheek, I asked, "What are you crying for?"
She said,"These are a mother's special tears so you won't hurt anymore.
I saved these tears, just for this day, I knew that it would come
How love can up and walk away and leave your poor heart numb
These special tears will mend your heart, they are called mother's glue
Then fill it up with love again, then you'll be good as new
You'll not forget just how it feels to take and not to give
These tears of love will last you now as long as you shall live"
She wrapped her arms around me and her tears fell down on me
Each time since then, my heart's been broke, her tears are what I see
by Daniel Turner
Moon speaks from her heart:
I watch for you every morning with sad weary eyes
after spending the night suspended in dark velvet skies.
First glimpse of dawn excites me when I see you rise.
We share a wink but I never let you hear my lonely cries.
Wish that you could offer me some kind of a sign
to make my heart gladden so it would no longer pine.
If in the sky together, how brightly we would shine,
but we are Sun and Moon, destined never to entwine.
When I am all alone my silver tears threaten to flow.
I cannot risk them falling even when the tides are low.
The stars whisper, "Oh, poor Moon, she loves him so."
In my grief and sorrow, my moonbeams lose their glow.
Sometimes it seems as if there is something you want to say.
I see it in the glint of your golden eyes when you look my way.
I'd love to hang around with you instead of always fading away,
Would it place the world in danger if I stayed with you one day?
We are two celestial bodies, but lovers we're not meant to be.
Both shine brightly from the heavens for all the world to see.
Couples fall in love when they spend the night looking up at me
but we can't share a loving embrace. It's not part of our destiny.
Sun yearns for the Moon:
Your tender words of devotion give me the courage to bestow
the same sentiments to you, dear Moon. I need to let you know
I would give up my throne in the sky just to be your beau.
Each day I wake and pass you by, my love continues to grow.
I've always wanted to tell you how much I long to be with you.
I never want to leave you lonely. You must know my love is true.
But if we dare to fly away together, the Earth will be left askew.
One night of passionate love with you will have to see us through.
Moon's desire:
To have one moment in your arms is an offer I could never decline.
Stay with me tonight, Sun, and when the stars come out and align,
we will gratefully share our long awaited desire in a love so divine.
You may burn me with your fire, but on this night we will entwine.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
February 7th, 2016 Entwine Contest by: Broken Wings
Younger days, were greener days
Silver memories on the shelf
Yesterdays, in many ways
So wrapped up with myself
Saturdays, were laughing days
When time was still in wealth
Every day, that passed my way
Slipped on by in stealth
Now these days, I hang and graze
No longer pull the plough
So eyes may gaze on coming days
Not yet thrown in the towel
All those days, left in a haze
Wont come back, no how
So I say, come what may
It doesn't matter now
Any day that I can stay
No need to wear a frown
Sunny days or rainy days
Just simply hang around
Lazing days, embracing ways
To lay my trophies down
When my days, all pass away
My poems are where I'll be found
March 15 2016
Daniel Turner
Just imagine
In a millennium from now
The dreams we have
That our minds plough
As us humans evolve
Into what is unknown
Will our future dreams
Be able to be shown
Just think
Before we awake
Our dreams are saved
For us to remake
We sit down
Before a white wall
Open our eyes
As our dreams befall
To have the power
To control our dreams
Wake the next day
Our personal live stream
I think our mind
Is in its infancy
If we hang around
Maybe we'll see?
Early 60’s feeling my oats, slow moving wasn’t my bag
56 Chevy, foot to the floor, looking for someone to drag
He’s a Rebel on the radio, smell of gasoline was strong
Marked off a stretch of highway, exactly one mile long
I made my way to the starting line, foot getting heavy
Ford was revving up hot, but nothing beats my Chevy
There’s no feeling on earth like starting to drag
Her sweater on a stick was our checkered flag
I said I’d like to hang around but I’ve got a hot date
So while you’re driving that Ford, read my license plate
I slammed my foot to the floor and could feel the thrust
When I looked in the mirror, the Ford was eating my dust
Next Sunday morning, I was on the way to see my girl
I saw a Nash Rambler and thought I’d give him a whirl
I pulled along side him as we approached a mile long hill
Thinking that beating his butt would give me a thrill
Now I looked over at him, smiled and waved good bye
Then he waved back and I thought I would cry
There was no way it should happen the Rambler went pop
I was half way up the hill, he was over the top.
Instead of seeing my girl, I drove all around town
Trying to find the car that put my Chevy down
The fastest thing I had ever seen moving on dry land
I just wanted to find the driver for a chance to shake his hand
Sometimes I think of times we had, drag racing way back then
Though I searched for years I never saw that Nash Rambler again
Bi-polar bear’s crafty and mean
So snooty she acts like a queen
She’s cold and aloof
Of that I have proof
And was last seen on the latrine
Bi-polar bear peed on the ice
Bright yellow ice didn’t look nice
To cover her tracks
She grabbed her ice axe
Her chopping was not quite precise
Bi-polar bear made a huge hole
And into the hole she did roll
A male saboteur
Did not rescue her
He battered her head with a pole!
Bi-polar bear could not be found
It’s thought that Bi- polar bear drowned
I’d love to raise a huge glass
To whoever kicked her ass
Sadly he did not hang around
NOT for Contest
Follow up to a poem written with Lin Lane in May 2017
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/bi_polar_bear_collaboration_with_lin_lane_901528
11-07-17
The time will come...Then, let me lie easy in a box of natural pine
And please, no bouquets of store-bought flowers will I want
Give the money instead to a soup kitchen, they need it more
A flower from your garden or the fields will do just fine
I'd love music; if there is; I will hang around a little longer.
Just to listen as soft breezes blow, while I whisper goodbyes.
Should it rain that day, I'll dance in puddles as I did as a child
Filled with excitement as cool drops rivulet down my face
As "Adadgio" wafts upon the wind, perhaps I'll frolic bare feet in lush green grass
Perchance it'd be a sunny day, I may twirl in fields of golden wheat
Then anxiously, run through whitest of white, sugar- fine sands
Stand on blue-green ocean's edge; teasingly chased by crested waves
Suddenly, I'd realize that I have eternity; that time no longer has claims on me!
I'd stand upon an ageless boulder; feel the vibration of rolling waves
All the while laughing as cool ocean mists gently wash my face
While I await the awesome moment - the grand reunion of light to light!
~*~
For Paula Swanson's "When" Contest
One Christmas, hubbie lost his job,
and we were feeling sad
when at the pound, we found a cat
that helped me to feel glad.
We never knew what age she was.
All we knew was that
she’d lived with dogs and had green eyes
and was a little fat!
Although her name was Razzmatazz,
instead I’d call to her:
“Come, kitty, oh so beautiful
with shiny soft black fur.”
I loved to look into her eyes,
and back at me she’d gaze.
She’d hang around us. On our bed
with us she liked to laze.
When someone came to visit us,
beside us all she’d be.
Black cats like her are not bad luck.
So sociable was she!
Five years soon passed, and Razzmatazz
was acting rather strange.
First diabetes; then her stroke
affected quite a change.
To ease her pain, we had her put
to sleep, for death was near.
Today I see black cats and think
of mine so sweet and dear.
March 28, 2022
For the Black Cat Poetry Contest of Robert James Liguori