Best Insert Poems
The crocodiles teeth,
They n'awed into me
And tore me up limb by limb,
But I am not dead, nor alive
I'm a vision, a spiritual surprise!
A woman who bleeds from the eyes
For justice, and not to be criticized!
Do you understand that
even ghosts have to be remembered?
To be Recognised!
The two for one price deal read “Open here”
with slick dotted lines and sharp arrows clear.
But false perforations
foiled nails, teeth and patience.
Surrendered, she opted for pop tab beer.
Your smile overshadows your desire to cry
but I see the sadness beneath those eyes
your soul needs a place to hide and disguise
the true feelings you harbor within you
Why are you so sad tonight?
words come still, yet so contrite
don't speak at all - you've got that right
that's not been taken from you
Can you express how you feel about me?
probably not, that's not reality
don’t know that I would want to see
that I didn't know the right way to love you
You matter to me more than words can say
but for now I'm just stayin' out of your way
‘til you approach me on your own one day
I’ll be ready with these arms to hold you
I was 18 years of age
still green behind the ears.
Had enlisted in the service
was full of doubts and fears.
Larry was from Arkansas
and had a real slow southern drawl.
Real laid-back and lazy
is the way that I recall.
He was funny and real pleasant
a real nice guy to know
Also we were bunkmates
me up in the top bunk - Larry down below.
Larry was an older guy
and he had prior service.
Unlike me I have to say
was not the least bit nervous.
One week we were assigned
to work the dining hall
Our job was washing pots and pans
not much fun at all!
He had no hurry in him
as the sarge-in-charge could tell.
So he came to us in anger
and started in to yell.
You guys had better move it
you’re getting far behind
The pots and pans are piling up
work faster if you don’t mind!
He said sarge I only have two speeds
and this job it ain’t no fun
I’m afraid if you don’t like this speed
you sure won’t like the other one!
All I could do was cringe in fear
the color left my cheeks
Was then the sergeant extended us
to wash for two more weeks.
The tough result I learned that day
with the extension Sarge had put
Proves a famous proverb -
OPEN MOUTH - INSERT FOOT!
I'm fed up with the trolling
I know what I will do
Now that I am outraged
I'll insert the screw...
Hey! Maybe wait a minute
I'm acting way too rash
Revenge is not productive
Why respond to utter trash...
Yet! Trolls deserve an answer
though I'm no cop in blue
Perhaps there is no choice
But to insert that screw...
Drat! I confess I'm chicken
My feathers surely show
No one ever taught me
To say that one word ~ 'No!'
I know I’ve done wrong nobody’s perfect,
For those sins forever I will repent.
When I put the effort into someone,
I own all the emotions before the moneys spent.
I tried to be your friend,
I looked away from your past.
Thought you had changed I was so wrong,
Should have known this friendship wouldn’t last.
I did everything in my power to help you,
Put forth my support and emotions time after time.
Now you’ve turned this friendship cold,
The lies you spread about me roll off your tongue like a rhyme.
I hold no feelings towards you now,
To be frank you aren’t worth the fuss.
It’s just too bad people fall for your stories,
For it’s just venomous lies spewing from your mouth like puss.
Not to worry it will all catch up to you,
Hopefully people you offer your friendship to will pass.
I can’t wait to see what karma has in store for you,
I can’t wait to see it bite you in the ass.
I've got Jesus's face on a wallet insert
by Michael R. Burch
for the Religious Right
I've got Jesus's face on a wallet insert
and "Hell is for Queers" on the back of my shirt.
And I uphold the Law,
for Grace has a Flaw:
the Church must have someone to drag through the dirt.
I've got ten thousand reasons why Hell must exist,
and you're at the top of my fast-swelling list!
You're nothing like me,
so God must agree
and slam down the Hammer with His Loving Fist!
For what are the chances that God has a plan
to save everyone: even Boy George and Wham!?
Eternal fell torture
in Hell's pressure scorcher
will separate *****from Man.
I'm glad I'm redeemed, ecstatic you're not.
Did Christ die for sinners? Perish the thought!
The "good news" is this:
soon My Vengeance is his!,
for you're not the lost sheep I sought.
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You're lost in the charm of a midnight ride,
as I imagine your body as the chest
where the ring resides.
Truancy of care;
hide ablaze and bare,
not an inch of YOU is spared.
A blank canvas,
you let me paint whatever the ( ) I want.
Mixed and swirled,
I paint an absent world;
makes your limbs unfurl.
Soft kiss on the lips,
a consummate eclipse.
Exquisite depravity;
got a feeling of anti-gravity.
Space in its multitude
has got no law governing me and you.
Deep inside sounds like a funky bass line;
got a perfect twang like two bodies intertwined.
Staring number three right in the face,
ubiquitous ecstasy has found its place.
You beg to breath in my emotions
To get high off of my thoughts
So sure it's something you can handle
I'm not so confident in the strength of your "lungs"
For the term, "smoking you out" is a very great understatement
I've considered letting it all out
But I can't get the image of you choking on my insanity out of my head
You reassure me it's nothing you haven't heard before
While I am way to positive that you have no idea what your really talking about
I am fully aware of your desire to dissect my brain
Rummage through my own mental files for some sort of useful information to make you feel better about your own status
But you really don't know what you're trying to get yourself into
They are selfish, childish words
The ones that speak to me throughout the horribly long days
Crazy
Insane
I'm absolutely positive that would be your final conclusion
As soon as you sobered up anyways
Poetry
It is our dreams and failures,
It sounds like the rain and thunder,
It looks like the calm before the storm,
It feels like a never-ending rollercoaster,
It makes me feel sick.
thanks to Karen O'Leary for her great writing exercise.
Blame hardly ever helps unless it is used to express anger
it does not achieve any more than venting raging frustration
levels the playing field to a point apportioning recrimination
without actually achieving anything but turning on the tap
of seemingly futile emotions seeking for a functional cause
My lover and I were set to move on from Spain back to home
a new abode on the British Isles to work and retire for good
Sitting in a house in Valencia with boxes packed with books
memorabilia trinkets and carpets rolled up for easy transport
we simply waited for one final certificate from the authorities
Nothing fancy just a signature on paper and promised long ago
but nothing had prepared us for the legendary mañana mañana
with months of inaction inaptitude and not a thought for reason
We are working on it they said but no one seemed to care about
how much depended on the form and a long chain of consequences
Now the buyers pulled out and who can blame them as they
patiently waited such a long time and eventually merely gave up
on their dream and by proxy on our venture and own aspirations
Unpacking the moving goods will keep us busy for a short while
to make our house presentable once more and waiting to ensue
Injustice grinds its teeth at feelings and reason that do not conform
fail to find the wise mind to align their disarray and stark confusion
and so we are lost in transition that keeps on lingering for an eternity
while our souls bleed remonstrate on what ifs and other conjunctives
Lashing out at floorboards and ceilings does not deal with the grief
My grandma used to say it is what it is and advised with great caution
that one never knows what it may be good for and advised acceptance
and her problems were bigger than ours with a war raging in Europe
bombs on her head ruins devastation existential fear and an unknown
and we have each other a roof over our heads and food on our table
And yet it is difficult to be grateful when a vision for imminent future
has been shattered so crudely in its unfairness of unnecessary delay
On the bright side candles and scent sticks are unpacked as we pray
17th March 2021
~Insert catchy title here~
Sometimes that's all you need
To get the ball a-rolling
To get your poem its read
It may not make much sense at all
They'll figure out in time
But before it is they do
~Insert here the perfect line~
As you're drawing to a close
The readers mind you feel like bending
The next line is the spot where you
~Insert here a killer ending~
You’d think the whole of Christendom
Would know better.
You’d think the snake
Would have told them.
“The square root of pie…………Is equal to blah, blah, blah………”
Define this……………
It may make you feel wiser.
It may allow you to delude yourself,
Into feeling more in control, more on the ball……………
But you were put here naked.
Ripped from the womb of your mother.
And anything NOT understood
On a cellular level will never be understood.
Define this………………
Did you feel that in your gut?
You didn’t need a definition did you?
If it isn’t there, in your gut,
All the definitions in Webster’s unabridged bloody dictionary,
Won’t help you understand.
So,
Stop defining, Refining,
Analyzing, Dissecting,
And rejecting………
And go breath!