Best Hook On Poems
Flickering hazel eyes flecked with cataract silver, glittering this way and that.
Eyebrows high and a piercing pupil saying
'Move this ing thing, lest I punch my left hooded, binded fist a jab hand on these tubes'.
'Zip wire that gagg, tie and choke my goddamn breath'
'I will pull them as a hook on a stuck fishing line and retrieve the barb, bloodspattered, and bubbling.
Frowned lines across forehead asking 'Do it'. 'Do it'. 'Do what I ask '.
So we do. It seems a simple task to give a unanimous verdict.
The intrusive, plastic, invasive chords are cut, pulled like black vine from flower beds.
Then you snore an old bear.
The glove is off. You relax into your last sleep.
The effort to squeeze those exhausted ribs, carried by anaesthetic buzz is cotton buds and breezy, easy.
Between the bright blue curtains someone's shouting 'Kersh come on we've got one waiting for you'.
Others talk of apologises, welcomes, pats on the back and loving arms.
A pallor comes and little marks underneath the eyes. You lay asleep. No breath. No pain.
In this dark December night your passing saw rock and roll change into a summer of love, then fall into an Autumn of jazz and horse racing.
We three saying farewell, wondering if you want us there or not?
But we know beneath our bludgering feelings of denial.
The familiar ties that span a lifetime make the fit right.
And in our jangling, bangling, tightweb, we hold you and wish you a safe journey Kersh
Categories:
hook on, death, family, love,
Form:
Free verse
They warned me what might be in store.
But I heard all those stories before,
how they do not come back,
disappear in the black,
and I find them a colossal bore.
So I wade out at dusk with my vest,
bamboo rod and a hat with a crest.
Oh, so sure, that this time,
I will hook on my line
the one catch that will prove who is best!
When they found me, the next afternoon,
my remains made the search party swoon.
So, take heed and beware!
Do not venture or dare
to trespass his domain- BLACK LAGOON.
Categories:
hook on, death, fantasy, imagination, science
Form:
Limerick
The Bedbugs Come to Call
By Elton Camp
All my life I’ve heard of this pest
In filthy houses they come to nest
Bed bugs you will never detect
Where people have self-respect
It seems now, that’s no longer true
Several things we may come to rue
First of all, we have no way to tell
Who stayed before us in the hotel.
We must take the greatest care
Bed bugs can be most anywhere
On spreads or sheets they like to hide
On upholstered chairs they’ve been spied
Maid brings them on the housekeeping cart
Or aboard the luggage carrier they may dart
So when we leave the Marriott,
Sneaky hitchhikers we have got
In the dressing room of the clothing store,
Must never lay our garments on the floor
Use the hook on the wall
Coat, clothes, purse and all
In doctor’s waiting room never dare
Sit on cloth cushioned couch or chair
If we dare to buy from any yard sale,
We must wash the garment without fail
Be certain to use water hot as can be
To insure that you stay bedbug free
Don’t think it can’t happen to you
It really can, despite all you try to do
But even if the pests we acquire,
They cause no real illness dire.
So now try to have a restful night
Please don’t let the bedbugs bite.
Categories:
hook on, funnymay,
Form:
Rhyme
A problem to most men and A dynamic explosion to anything I paint orange
The missing link is always overlooked, of course I'm Intellegent enough to say it loud, I never fear the unknown and the way I started here was unexpected especially to the purple power I be coming In A Cherry Terror . AS I screamed them words I woke up and IT Echos and it's sick faces
My enemies make they cant believe Im bold they question my sanity but in truth I sanitize in troops of men i am the line with a hook on it, Not with a rifle and scope no! with a ****in tomahawk I kill the hit sticks and i feel the Assasins. A team so strong they laugh in the face of danger, they master the statosphere she creeps as mr backup I cant believe she paints a masterpiece and the enemy retracts in fear, As the Power is the utmost respected, not one man with sense would toy with it, i just like to strengthen things and make them strong, no easy target here, no abuse of power, respect the blue i paint myself in, we're all in agreement i think, i love the feeling of course its an enviroment where understanding is appreciated, for The Law is Love untill you seek her life, I dont play Assassin games, Im a Alpha Dog unilke you demosicated Officer at Parole, I be risking my life for this girl i saw, she be several delights in my heart as we connected She sees exceptionally well cuz i make it very clear
Categories:
hook on, business, caregiving, strength, together,
Form:
Free verse
Time travel, baby, set me free,
Time travel's got a hook on me,
Time travel, baby, set me free,
Time travel's got a hook on me.
In disguise as a young man
In the city,
But the bright young life
No longer belongs to me,
I'm a visitor
From a distant generation,
Doing some travelling...
Time travel, baby, set me free,
Time travel's got a hook on me,
Time travel, baby, set me free,
Time travel's got a hook on me.
Seeing faces that I knew
In youth's brief Heaven,
When I was young,
And in love with this old town,
But please don't ask me
Where those fleeting years
Have flown to, just gone travelling...
Time travel, baby, set me free,
Time travel's got a hook on me,
Time travel, baby, set me free,
Time travel's got a hook on me.
Categories:
hook on, age, city, london, nostalgia,
Form:
Lyric
there once was a pike they named peter
who wanted to go see a cedar
but a girl came along
with a fishing hook on
and took the fish home just to meet her
Categories:
hook on, funny
Form:
Limerick
With a wide-eyed grin he slowly dangles his catch
a silvery tilapia- first of the first batch
gingerly gripping the slimy water dweller
to unhook the hook on that unlucky feller.
Reaching out graciously, tactile and slim in form
tiny fingers picking a squirmy little worm
a beautifully presented live dinner bait
for some sweet and sour fish on his glass dinner plate.
Categories:
hook on, adventure, food, nature
Form:
Rhyme
The Bedbugs Come To Call
By Elton Camp
All my life I’ve heard of this pest
In filthy houses they come to nest
Bed bugs you will never detect
Where people have self-respect
But now we find that is not true
Several things we may come to rue
First of all, we never can tell
Who was before us in the hotel
We must take the greatest care
Bed bugs can be most anywhere
On spreads or sheets they like to hide
On upholstered chairs they’ve been spied
Maid brings them on the housekeeping cart
Or aboard the luggage carrier they may dart
So when we leave the Marriott
Sneaky hitchhikers we’ve got
In the dressing room of the clothing store
Must never lay our garments on the floor
Use the hook on the wall
Coat, clothes, purse and all
In doctor’s waiting room never dare
Sit on cloth cushioned couch or chair
If we buy from any yard sale
Wash the garment without fail
Use water hot as can be
To help stay bed bug free
Don’t think it can’t happen to you
It may, despite all you try to do
But even if the pests we acquire
They cause no real illness dire
So try to have a restful night
Just don’t let the bed bugs bite
Categories:
hook on, august,
Form:
Rhyme
Of those to admire, or crusaders we've known
pulled from the movies, or comic-book clones
there is one to consider, I wish I had known.
I'll say "Mr. Rogers", and eyebrows will raise.
Considered, perhaps an unlikely name.
Not the hero we're used to or one to seek fame.
Just an everyday fellow, with a soft-velvet voice
Humble, and gentle, you might call an odd choice.
With a gentleman's warmth, he would open the door,...
then ask us to join him for a neighborly while.
He arrived on the scene when my children were small.
Would reach for his sweater, from a hook on the wall,
and, change into sneakers that lay on the floor.
Inviting us in with a comfortable smile
He opened that door to a new state of mind.
Never demeaning, always thoughtful, and never unkind.
Puppets and people, and storybook poems,
and a neighborhood trolley that always came home!
The postman, McFeely, and Lady Elaine...
A neighbor called Aber, and memories to frame.
Each day was a lesson, with uplifting traces,
taking my children to other-world places
Yet, what mattered the most, was a presence with heart.
His endearing examples, and the lessons he taught
such as loving your neighbor, or helping a friend,
or how grief could be softened, when worlds come to end.
He encouraged our children to take things out of that box,
when parents got tongue-tied, or stumbled a lot.
He could gently, with wisdom, look into their eyes.
where they found understanding, and the lessons of life.
How do we describe our heroes today?
Do they kill and destroy, and the enemy slayed?
Have we not learned the message that came softly spoken?
Our children still listen and will thrive or be broken.
Some will look for their heroes in the comic-book craze.
I'll claim Mr. Rogers ..... as a hero today.
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Categories:
hook on, children, my children,
Form:
Rhyme
black reality…
maimed and killed on video:
daily news tv.
injustice must go---
what’s seen is no enactment;
it’s real as was meant.
all of this crap stop.
our lives are in jeopardy;
by hands of rogue cops.
no justice, no peace---
empty chants easily ignored;
when will the breach cease?
attempt self-defense,
and we’re a violent threat:
blacks with no damn sense.
next season will be:
keeping up with the new blacks---
hook on being free.
remember the dead---
no sequel will be for them:
they are really dead.
yes, we are alive---
fighting to the very end:
that our heirs survive!
let’s keep faith on set---
her flame must never go out;
she’s never failed yet!
faith---the horizon---
waits upon the rising sun
justice has been won!
Categories:
hook on, black african american, freedom,
Form:
Haiku
My first test in what we shared
too easy and too perfectly paired.
The part of us that is immortal
ran holding hands through a portal,
quick to stumble and trespass upon
a duplex that kept the blinds drawn.
Your covenant before my time,
had me pray for that exception of mine,
but my ladder to Heaven with rungs of hope
couldn’t bear the weight of sin—no matter the slope.
So no from scripture to your mother,
from every hand we were to suffer,
fools bound in a tortured trust,
nothing was going to change the unjust.
Given the faith and a mind to discern,
but my wicked heart still welcomes your memory's return.
Its pulse echoes a buried refrain,
the hook on the end of a chain
will dangle this dream forever,
a rearview horizon’s tether
from our last day—these thirty years,
ghosts recite testaments of tears,
for it was only I or they, that cared.
I never found again, that shared.
Categories:
hook on, christian, girlfriend, lost love,
Form:
Couplet
Epiphany
It was an incredible summer in 1950 the war was over things were getting
back to normal, mother`s new boyfriend who worked at a factory had
a rowboat and paid holiday leave. A Sunday early we rowed to a small island
in the bay, mother had brought a blanket, sandwiches in brown paper bags
mostly jam I think and two bottles of soft drink, water and cold milk that sun
went off, and a thermos flask of coffee. The boyfriend gave me a line with
hook on told me to go fishing- telling me what to do is not easy not even for me-
in the shallow water near the pier as bait, I found a worm under a stone thread
the living thing on the fishhook.
the water was crystal clear had tiny fishes that looked like rainbows swimming
about I saw the sky….I was in a trance thought I was what I saw took a step
forward and landed in the water people came running helping me up back I was
in real time mother came running too shouted at me as mothers do and worried
about my delicate health. Rowing back into town again the boyfriend was grumpy
suggested I had fallen into the water to get attention I said little in my defence
how could I explain for a moment I had understood everything, but on the other
hand he could have been right how is a boy supposed to know
Categories:
hook on, deep, discrimination, divorce, drug,
Form:
Blank verse
Rudy, Captain B. and I planned a fishing trip
To try and catch Pompano using Rudy’s ship
We went Down the Mississippi and on out the mouth
Into the Gulf of Mexico, then we headed south
The restaurants of New Orleans like to get this fish
A real delicacy when served upon a dish
We’d never fished for them before, they’re hard to catch
Using our fishing skills, we hoped to win the match
With a medium chop and the swells not too high
The boat moved slowly toward the rig’s downwind side
Close enough! Drop a rig hook on! Now back away
Till the 12 foot hook’s bungee cord comes into play
Now we’re all hooked on and the weather still looks OK
Gear’s all setup, baited and line out a good way
Excitement builds, anticipating what comes next?
Fishing like this you never knowing what to expect
Sometimes you’ll catch some sort of a nuisance type fish
Or a big one breaks your line; What was it?, you wish
But on this day we’re all rigged up for Pompano
But to this point the fishing for them been “no go”
It was so quiet; I thought I’d give the guys a thrill
And pretend I’d hooked a fish, requiring some skill
I really put on a show, as I gave out a yell
“There she goes,” I screamed, as I jerked the rod like hell
To my total surprise, when I jerked up the rod
A fish grabbed the bait and that seemed kind of odd
What stared out to be a fun joke; now was real
He was of good sized fish, I could tell from his feel
His first run was a long one; the rod in an arch
Nothing to do but hang on, while he made that march
As his runs got shorter, I knew he’d soon get tired
No need to rush, so played him until he retired
Eased him to the boat and into Captain B’s net
A big Pompano; a fish I’ll never forget
Now everyone’s excited at what’s yet to be
The guys had lots of questions, asking, “What’s the key?
Categories:
hook on, adventure, boat, fish, fishing,
Form:
Quatrain
I love the way you say my Name,
I love the reason that your my Man.
I love the way you Shine,
I love to say you're Mine.
I'm so hook on your Light,
I love the way you do thing with all your Might.
You I wish to always See,
You and Me will always Be.
Look me in the Eyes,
When i'm around you I get Shy.
This is from the Heart,
I know you will always be Apart.
Never be Asham,
In your dreams we'll be holding each others Hands.
Talking about you I Must,
You I will always Trust.
Categories:
hook on, love, love, me,
Form:
Autumn arrives
Like calloused hands
From Canada,
Squeezing
The summer sogginess
From the air
Like a wet rag
Wrung
From a pail of warm water.
Downhill
From
Its hollow avalanche of wind,
We bang
With brooms
At the shins of the fleeing trees
Like shepherds.
The first scarlet leaves
Are stripped
And flow like rivers
Of snapping piranhas
Vibrating atop the sidewalks.
I put my dog on a leash.
He is not trustworthy
In crowds,
Especially in riots
Of ghosts
That flail
In spiral gales
Like newspaper pages
Sailing back to life
From gutters.
In my garage,
I take my rake
From its hook on the wall.
I stand as a scarecrow in his front yard,
Straw shoulders
Shaking from the introduction.
One by one,
Crows
Gather
And eat from the ground.
A raspy cawing.
I am coughing.
Categories:
hook on, autumn, color, goodbye, imagery,
Form:
Free verse