Best Hinted Poems
You're smiling ...
I'm staring at you
I know you know that I know
That you like me ... that you REALLY like me
Wendy told me, and Linda told her
(After I had Dave ask Debbie to ask Linda)
So it might as well have been you directly ... yeah
I also know that you know that this is my favorite slow-dance
I made sure Dave hinted to Debbie that she tell Linda
'Cause Wendy had said that Linda told her it was YOUR favorite song
Well, your favorite slow-dance song
We have the same favorite fast song, too, "Ain't No Mountain"
But "(They Long To Be) Close To You" is finally playing
And when it started, you spun to find me across the gymnasium
(I was watching - Wendy told me that Linda told her to make sure I watch you)
Then you smiled, and I smiled, and now I KNOW we are true and steady
I KNOW it's time to make my move ...
The lights are low, mirror ball spinning
Sawdust has been spread on the gym floor
I've got my paisley shirt on, apache around my neck
Best bell-bottoms, big-buckle belt and boots
And enough Hai Karate cologne to seduce an elephant
But ... but ... but, my feet aren't moving!!
What's wrong?!?
I've planned this for weeks, and now I'm frozen ...
It's my braces ... Debbie told EVERYone that she cut her lip on them
Now I'm terrified that you might turn me down ... cuz of that
'Cuz last year Linda broke up with Dave just because he GOT braces
She never even kissed him with braces, but broke up with him ...
Just from the FEAR of cutting her lip!
('Course Dave is a power kisser, everybody knows that)
Still, I KNOW you like me ... and you ARE smiling ...
It's now or never, cuz the Carpenter's won't play forever
I feel a hand in my back - Dave, pushing me
Toward you ... across the floor
Braces be DAMNED - I'm making my move!
The night is OURS, Baby
And it's a groovy thing happening!
Yeah ...
"Why do stars ... fall down from the sky ... "
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Now It's Our Turn - DWM" Poetry Contest, Kim Rodrigues, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
hinted, crush, dance, girlfriend, high
Form:
Free verse
God, You are just so good in all ways.
Everywhere I look I am reminded of Your goodness.
Your majesty speaks to me from the lofty mountain peaks.
Your mighty power merely hinted at in the surging waves of the ocean.
Your loving kindness and forgiveness expressed ever so minutely in the warmth of a mother's arms.
I look up and see the clouds drifting across the face of the silver moon and think no artist ever painted such a mystical scene.
I see the forest in the early morning mist and think how magical a place this is.
I see the roses kissed by morning's dew and think no human could create such beauty.
I have watched my own belly move as the child within me grew strong and marveled at the magic You had created within me.
All my life I have been surrounded by Your abundant blessings.
You have proven Yourself over and over again.
How can Mankind be so foolish as to doubt You?
I am amazed by Your goodness, Your power, Your patience and Your mercy.
I stand in awe of You.
Lord, when You return,
Remember me.
Categories:
hinted, faith, prayer,
Form:
Prose
Pulses of earth caressing my heart
I feel each grain as if hourglass sand.
Rhythm of life ticking from birth to depart
Cultures softly tinged by the soul of the land.
I hear the call of a presence borne of the past
Echoes of bounty rebound in this world.
Harmonies vibrate, of land ample and vast
Then a warning of future madness unfurled.
I see creation and nurture as they mingle in soil
Seasons reflect within earth’s precise hue.
Figures of mountains implying peace and turmoil
Mysteries are hinted amidst historic old clues.
Lingering scents drift of insatiable dreams
Tastes of the landscape, enrich and contrast.
Cycles and motion of existence and schemes
Undeniable connections, to earth are steadfast.
Cleansed and absorbing I open my eyes
Dirt still caresses and quivers my skin.
Few understand, of land and mans’ ties
Of middles and ends, yet a scene to begin.
Categories:
hinted, earth, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Once glorious, but now rusting buildings, lined every dusty road.
Somehow everywhere clung the smell of cow dung.
My heavy bag, a giant rucksack,
Most of it I shipped right back.
I thought there wasn't much glitz or glamour,
And fought rough in a bit of a clamour.
Tuk-Tuk's going tut-tut, the hawkers piercing eyes and traders raise the price.
Welcome to Mumbai!
First, I met Tony, who promised to show me,
All the sights and sounds and where stuff might be found.
He exerted Rupees and expertly duped me,
But for a guided tour, I'd have expected to pay more.
My first "queue" for train tickets,
I was newly in the thick of it,
Could they organise a straight line?
They're walking on the train line!!
The infusion of livestock into the traffic,
My confusion and shock, all of this madness,
Each to their own, but, who the hell planned this?
But first impressions are often misleading,
Best get some rest, a wash and a feeding.
An open mind, that beliefs, often null and blind,
Just might find, can lead toward the fuller life.
From the mountains to the Thar desert,
Everywhere, I found was rather pleasant,
Lived like a king, paid like a peasant.
The colours everywhere and flowers worn in hair,
The spices on display and price you have to pay,
Surprises me to say, she'd grown upon me more each day.
And I had five months to travel through,
I bid a sad goodbye India, I'll see you real soon.
On scented breeze, she'd whispered to me,
As her saffron voice caressed my ears,
She hinted with ease and flickered desire,
While cinnamon curls lingered from her hair,
and nutmeg sweetened my dreams.
Categories:
hinted, travel,
Form:
Free verse
ADVENT OF SPRING
It was as though a sign had been received.
The master plan, held back, now caused enaction
As if nature’s endocrines had been released
Flooding our world with catalytic action
Pre-dawn the Song Thrush first perceived the moment
Her triple prelude showed she could recapture
(As day broke, light in a softer glow bestowment)
Her symphony of blissful, careless rapture
On this cosmic stage light rose imparting sheen
And sun lent equinoctial warmth to nourish
The hedgerows that had barely hinted green
Were now transformed to full fresh verdant flourish
In trees the sap is surging in ascension
A delicate jade mist now veils the canopy
Across the land life wakes in each dimension
Sweet Spring is clothing Nature in her full panoply
Categories:
hinted, nature, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
Baby blue skies extending forever
through verdant valleys
and hugging mountainsides
Eagles glide gracefully
on a butterscotch breeze
captivating lost feelings in me
Oh to soar so solitarily
away from pain strapping me
in to a dreamless scene
where windows are tinted and freedom's only hinted
A glazed gaze away from the day
into a peaceful sun
the futures begun
On top the evergreen it twirls
swaying in the silence
one drop at a time
Categories:
hinted, autumn, future,
Form:
Free verse
ADVENT OF SPRING
It was as though a sign had been received.
The master plan, held back, now causing stirring
As if nature’s endocrines had been released
Flooding all the world with catalytic spurring
Pre-dawn the Song Thrush first perceived the moment
Her triple prelude showed she could recapture
(As day broke, light in softer glow bestowment)
Her first symphony of blissful, careless rapture
On this cosmic stage light rose imparting sheen
And sun lent equinoctial warmth to nourish
The hedgerows that had barely hinted green
Were now transformed to full fresh verdant flourish
A delicate jade mist veils sylvan canopy
Sweet Spring is clothing Nature in full panoply
Categories:
hinted, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
The mark of a triumphal concert printed
On a glossy long-playing record sleeve.
The concertmaster's smiling face hinted
The acclaim she was entitled to receive.
She liked her drawing with her lock of hair
Falling on the strings of her violin
Like the violinist of the disk where
She held her instrument under her chin.
As always, her last stroke of a pen fell
With the last crackling of the old vinyl.
One day, she would be applauded as well
Louder than the winners of a final.
Her hope endured until the dazzling daydreams
Shattered into pallid scars of moonbeams.
Categories:
hinted, dream,
Form:
Sonnet
Smaltz loved limburger cheese with passion
A fact that turned co-workers’ noses ashen.
The stench made ill all near his breath
Notes on his locker hinted at death.
Smaltz now finds cheddar fragrantly in fashion.
Categories:
hinted, humor,
Form:
Limerick
I've started my stand-by diet: a few different fruits each day,
and having repeated it time and again, I feel qualified to say
apples, unless of a rare and crisp nature, are mushy and generally gross.
Halfway into the core of one, I'm still starving and feeling morose.
The diet's mainstay, pineapple, for its fat-burning enzymes revered,
when fresh, is somewhat palatable.
If it's green, though, ones mouth can be seared.
And that popular phallic banana, which when peeled, fast begins to rot:
That one I'll leave for the monkeys though it's garnish for sundaes or not!
Tomorrow I'm finally in for a treat. It's a watermelon to eat.
But for all my thumping to test for its ripeness,
it well could taste flat and not sweet.
Blueberries, too, and cherries are good.
I wish there were more fruits like these.
However, I long to see them all "berried"
‘neath Cool Whip atop cream cheese.
Plums or grapes, frozen or plain, "not bad" until they are dried.
By the time I'm consuming ghastly prunes,
I'll be famished for food that is fried!
Mangoes, too, are on my list of what I must partake.
But (gag me) their texture lends the sensation
I'm swallowing snails or a snake.
I've noticed of late with this regimen, its slimming magic is slowing
as with each precious year's dissolution, my metabolism's lowering.
Next week (so I say) I'll banish forever this obsolete, once-potent "cure".
It long since has extracted from me any craving for food that is pure.
With a dull kitchen knife I took my papaya today and reverently sawed it.
With its flavor lingering there on my tongue,
it struck me it hinted of vomit.
*I'm not a big fruit eater as this shows!! This is a diet I will no longer pursue!
Next I should do a poem on how sickening it gets eating salads day after day.
Jan. 27, 2017 for Jamie Pan's "It's time for hilarious poetries"
Categories:
hinted, fruit,
Form:
Rhyme
(Although this was inspired by Olusequn Adelana's poetry challenge about betrayal, it is
much too long to enter it; but I'm thankful for any poetic inspiration I can recieve!)
What Finally Set Me Off
Sometimes Mom would mildly chide me
for my seeming inability to stand up for myself.
I would call myself tolerant, mellow, and forgiving.
But she’d sometimes put it this way: You’re a doormat!
And sometimes when she saw my lack of self-assurance,
she’d heave a sigh. You see, she loved me.
And she suffered, with her daughters, when we endured injustice.
Which brings me to my own tale of betrayal
and what first-time betrayal meant to a young too-trusting girl.
I think it was in junior high, the time I was emerging
from my pre-pubescent shell, flowering, not just physically;
my mental faculties were blossoming as well.
I had a best, friend, Sheila, blue eyed Sheila,
A pint-sized world-wise, Alabama transplant to the heartland:
sweet Sheila, to whom I would confide
all my teenage dreams, crushes, and beliefs.
And Sheila had a brother, older, pint-sized too, but oh my!
A wondrous gorgeous guy that Danny was!
And Sheila knew completely how I felt for him.
At our school was Margo, a “bad girl.” Rumors followed her.
In grade school, it was she who happily revealed to me
her hinted-at “real” knowledge of the birds and bees.
For just a while, she and I were friends, then parted ways.
But now in seventh grade, Margo was re-entering my life.
She had her eyes on Danny, and Margo wasn’t playing any games.
Categories:
hinted, friendshipbetrayal, me,
Form:
Narrative
Commmunication askew
Who are you?
Much prevented
Knowing hinted!
Categories:
hinted, confusion, life,
Form:
Save Malaysia Today
S - Some time ago, there was a sovereign fund named 1MDB...
A - All too soon, there were mounting allegations of suspicious activities...
V - Various allegations hinted of serious financial and administrative irregularities..
E - Ere you know it, the hot potato that is 1MDB is fouling up the economy...
M - My country Malaysia today is a nation of highly stressed daily living….
A - All my countrymen are suffering from a drastic rise in the cost of living…
L - Lives everywhere are struggling to cope with a falling economy…
A - As the drastic price rise in raw petroleum has pushed up pricings..
Y - Yet the government saw fit to introduce after 1st April 2015 GST, a pervasive
6% sales tax …
S - Sure enough, consumer prices immediately spiralled upwards as GST is a
cumulative form of tax…
I - In fact, the high petroleum price and this new sales tax has effectively double
the cost of living..
A - All Malaysians are increasingly disenchanted with the top man in the political
office…
T - There is a most historic gathering today of politicians in an effort to save the
Malaysian nation..
O - One impossible gathering of leaders from the ruling political party in cahoots
with the opposition …
D - Demands were made through various speeches presented by all the political
bigwigs in attendance..
A - All were in agreement that illegal donations, GST and 1MDB were linked to the
top minister's silence …
Y - Yet to be seen, will this gathering and a Citizen Declaration be just the spark to
save Malaysia?
Categories:
hinted, appreciation, community, confusion, dedication,
Form:
Acrostic
It’s not all what you think,
It’s a lot to sink in,
Gratitude doesn’t shrink,
Or tell where to begin,
Levitate and meditate,
Scripture captured; saved,
What some call love-is hate,
Imprinted, engraved,
As the heart speaks,
Meek but bold,
Some of me leaks,
For the views hold,
Lost treasure map,
Passion to care,
Body trap,
Real talk; dare,
Times on the clock,
Out of respect,
If you don’t walk-the-walk,
What’s to expect?
The movements left,
Right under me,
Stolen; theft,
Ridicules see,
Justice printed,
Judgmental flame,
Fundamentals hinted,
Inside ones name.
Categories:
hinted, journey, life,
Form:
Alliteration
High noon sun would soon turn
Her petite, ruddy face into one freckle
She rubbed the juice from a fresh lime
Across her brow so the bangs might bleach
The white sand brushed the strand
and aquamarine surf that cut a split on the Caye
reflected mint green off the lens of her Wayfarers
Almost lathered in coconut oil
Her cutis emitted the scent of sandalwood
And warm mackeroons
Her smile hinted of a sweet, pitted apricot
Its puckered core with eyes closed
Waiting for that first kiss
That would never come
I met her in the morning last week
On the corner of happy and chirpy
The day she tossed her cookies in the street
And swore off cashew wine and meat pie
Her tummy hadn’t been the same since;
The because of a picnic basket brimming
With plain yogurt and sourdough sticky buns
“Look at that phosphorescent fish” she exclaimed
Spurting seawater that had backed up
in the snorkel tube into my eyes, her mask
catawampus across her cheeks
“I think you mean fluorescent” retorted I
“it is all the same” she beamed
And smacked her face back into the water
I couldn’t help but chuckle
And dove down so she would not notice
Shadows off the palm leaves told me
It was time to head back to the water taxi
With what remained of her chartreuse
Lipstick, she now resembled a fried crustacean
It made me hungry and I longed for croutons
She either talked or sang something like
A muzzled version of Del Shannon’s “Down in the Boondocks”
The entire trip
When we docked her now blond locks
Sheared her rostrum and her
White teeth winked at me
Oh my …. Shall I say goodbye?
Categories:
hinted, adventure, beach, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse