Best Insult To Injury Poems
Bearing the brunt of betrayal,
his long-time lady lover leaves him
for another flame. Surprisingly saying
"I'm so sorry, Sam, we should start
seeing other people"
Broken by a brutal blindside
out of nowhere. He couldn't comprehend
the reason; the shock shook him
like a loud trembling thunder
shakes someone out in the rain
Suddenly lovelorn,
he's left wondering why.
"What did I do to deserve this?"
To add insult to injury, he learns
she left him for his best friend, Bruce.
STRAND CHOICE P,any form,any theme Poetry Contest( Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 03/24/2020
GONE FISHING
A few years ago, I went fishing,
With Larry & Don off the Jones Beach Pier,
We had no clue if the fish were biting,
But at least the day was sunny and clear.
We first stopped at the bait and tackle shop,
To pick up a batch of fresh bait,
So we put some squid on the fishing hooks,
We cast off and then began to wait.
Larry happened to be in the middle,
I was to his left, and Don to his right,
Then Don felt a tug on his line,
Whatever it was, started to put up a little fight.
Don reeled in his line all the way,
He caught something that looked kind of freakish,
It looked like half fish and half bird,
It was a Sea Robin, but at least it was a fish.
A little while later, something attached to my line,
And I felt my fishing rod start to bend,
I also ended up catching an ugly Sea Robin,
Don and I seemed to have started a trend.
The 2 of us were catching Sea Robins,
We were catching them literally left and right,
Oddly they seemed to avoid Larry’s hook,
And I could sense he was getting uptight.
The next thing I know, I had trouble with my reel,
I messed it up and felt like a jerk,
So Larry said to me, “Let’s just switch rods”,
And I will try to get yours to work.”
It wasn’t too long, while using Larry’s rod,
That I got another fish on the line,
This just added insult to injury,
I thought his frustration level would cause him to resign.
But the 3 of us had a good laugh,
We continued casting our lines in the bay,
I was hoping that Larry’s luck would turn around,
But he didn’t catch a single fish that day.
You're a horse with an idiot paint job,
all zig-zaggy blacketty-white
you stand out when you're in a snowdrift
and can't even hide in the night.
Outrunning a Cheetah you canna
not graceful like any Gazelle
for living out on the Savanna
your life must be probably hell.
I once tried your flesh on Safari
at a camp where we had barbecue
so to add insult to injury
ugly Warthog tastes better than you.
For contest 'To a …... ' sponsored by David Lindsay
her cold crimson corpse
into the heart that loved him . . .
he now twists the knife
Written 4/9/15 by Andrea Dietrich
For the Get Your Senryu On Poetry Contest of Judy Konos
cutting corners to let the cat out of the bag feeling under the weather adding insult to injury Break a leg A piece of cake costs an arm and a leg killing two birds with one stone Speak of the devil hit the nail on the head Once in a blue moon You can’t judge a book by its cover
We (me and the missus)
live in a decent
accommodations low income
quite modest rent,
which facility lacks no shortage
of gossip mongers
with mail delivery the major event
many old people smelling of unguent
faux superman thumping chests nsync
with hooking thumbs around
suspenders feigning to be affluent,
and self important as former
triple secret double agent
yeah, minus the snitches,
the one bedroom apartment
at highland manor ranks
as most satisfactory ascent
to appease our taste, and
general environmental ambient
aspects compared to other
housing situations of ours
so, despite most every nosy, ancient
snooty, hoity toity...tenant,
particularly one butch herd gal
with a cock eyed louey, facial accent
a perfect spectacle for circus big-tent
single bucked sharp front tooth
sparkles, mocks, glistens...
as if brushed with Pepsodent
of course displayed "FAKE"
seventh heaven-sent
friendliness, when poor us
near being penniless with only tencent
experienced a warm welcome
a short time after moving here
but demeanor thereafter went
postal - stamp ping like the dickens
as if yours truly an unrepentant
sin nurse stir jokester,
nonetheless minds hateful words adamant
lee averse to cast aspersions,
cuz a friendly gesture linkedin
with my preference to be cogent
practicing what this atheist doth silent
lee preach, sans attempt tubby tolerant
in the face of someone belligerent
attentive to mine credo, dogma, ethos...
while alive in this world be tolerant
of others, whether he/ she wuzzent
pleasant still recalling days of yore,
I felt disgusted with myself when hell-bent
to hurl expletives (adding insult to injury)
if somebody bad mouthed me,
thus object lesson not requiring fervent
fanatical religious fervor
plus gluten free and NON GMO
improving health of Clark Kent.
Some are so insecure and afraid for me to receive any good measure.
To be complimented or gain anything.
Believe it or not these are females who dress for their best.
Rock all of their gold and flashy rings.
They carry themselves and present to the public their life is all about them.
Don't let me come in on the scene flashing a beautiful smile.
While watching the room glance at look at me from every direction.
Miss Drama Queen will drop whatever it is that she is doing.
Just to make sure that she stops me in my tracks.
She'll do all that she can to block any of my success.
To add insult to injury since you know that life is really a struggle for me.
Yet you ponder on trying to figure me out.
How I still present myself in a upstanding and put together way.
It drives you crazy trying to figure me out.
Just how it is that I have not fallen.
That I am still able to make it through.
You exemplify you got it going on.
That you have no cares in the world.
Claiming life's brass rings.
Yet you roll your eyes and buck your teeth.
At the hint of me gaining anything.
The family was in a state of distress
The mom stood pleading with the dad in her pink dress
The motif on the fireplace was quite elaborate
On the table nearby stood a vase, with flowers to decorate
The pattern on the rug was of exquisite design
And the room was well furnished, very refined
Father stood sternly his pants tucked in his boots
They were in shock as they found out the truth
Attired in a white dress, their daughter sat in a chair
looking forlorn and filled with despair
As her" beau" stood by the fireplace across the room
The whole house had an air of gloom
The young lass was pregnant and she had no groom!
Her dad was outraged by this devastating news
And was ready to beat up her "beau"
Her mom pled with her dad
Saying "Please don't harm the lad"
The young man did not come to ask for her hand in marriage
Causing the family's reputation to be disparaged
To add insult to injury the lad said he was already married ! (mother was in tears)
This was too much for the father to bear
On that fateful day one shot was fired
And there by the fireplace the young man expired
No storybook ending, no happily ever after
But love did triumph....a father's love for his daughter
Let our hands interlock into a
beautiful zipper of prayer and
take pride in being african!
"What is the pride of being
african"
Asks a girl- unknowing of the
roots from which her family
tree grows ..
The lines on the palm of her
hands resemble the veins of
the african leaves she was
born into. Her
Bi-racial hair curled up in locks
of african beauty
Nd yet she asks " what is the
pride of being african?
An african woman whose only
pride is the curve of her hips
and the natural arch of her
back- ignoring the map with
which her mind can make- or
the different shades of brown
her skin radiates into the rich
airs of africa..
In the middle of an undeclared
war
We uncounciously submit to a
mental slavery ..seeking
comfort in the pains of the
past.. Slitting our rists with
resentment and self pity..
Handicappin our minds -
moving forward but still
arriving at the previous
destination!
Such wounded nations!
Why do we scrape the african
tatoo in the arteries of our
hearts by poking the the past
makin way for its venom to
make us bitter...
Perpetually impregnating our
minds
Only to give birth to a
vendetta!
Is that the pride of being
African!
Adding insult to injury
we duck and cover
Hidding from the touch of rain
Shieldin ourselves from the
sun's smile
But then.. Then we embraced
the weather and posed in the
sun as if God was takin a
piicture..
Then children with no toys
believed they could transform
oxygen into gold
Then a mother through trials
nd tribulations could still find a
corner within the circle of her
mud hut
Then the diamonds of Africa
lay in the sparkling eyes of a
new born -raised to the
heavens as an African
declaration
I listen to the invisible wind
chimes made by mother
nature
Singing songs of praise
Painting african countries on
this canvas we call Africa!
I see the poetry that lies
within future Nelson
Mandelas.. Seretse Khamas..
Futures You's and Me's
I inhale the soils and all the
memories imprinted on them
jus as Africa is imprinted on
me -
I rub off hurtful footprints of
hunger
slavery..
All for the pride of being
african
Let our hands interlock like a
beautiful zipper of prayer- nd
take pride in being african
We are happy to let you know that you have qualified for a $500,000 new house free of charge,
Said a computerized voice when I answered my phone.
No thank you, I say, and I click the receiver.
Brrrrinnnnnnggggg.
Did you just hang up on me? A monotone computer voice asks me.
Amazing!
I hang up the phone.
Brrrrinnnnnnggggg.
The robotic voice says sternly, “I have reported you to the Technological Society. Police will be arriving.”
What?
I laugh and hang up.
The officers are at my door in seconds.
“Are you prejudiced against computers?” Officer Sternly asks me.
No.
“Did you hang up on one?”
Yes.
“Why?”
The computer swore at me, I tell him.
A total lie, but I doubt this is going any farther.
So now the computers have more rights than I do in my own home?
Just when I thought things could not get any more ridiculous!
To add insult to injury, my sister-in-law got the free $500,000 house.
I was riding a streak with the dice in my fist.
Lady Luck was with me, seemed I couldn’t miss!
Then this babe caught my eye,--I crapped out time and again.
Lady Luck stomped out, when True Love walked in.
I was anchoring third with a pair of aces.
Going for the split, needed tens or faces.
But when ‘you know who’ sat down next to me,
The blackjack dealer dealt a two and a three!
Lady Luck stomped out when True Love walked in.
She gave me that look. I sent her my best grin.
I’m gonna go bust if I see her again.
Lady Luck stomped out when True Love walked in.
I put a dollar chip on every black and red.
Three spins in a row came up zeros instead.
The old croupier said: “Son I’ve seen this before.
You better take that gal to the chapel next door!”
Lady Luck stomped out when True Love walked in.
She gave me that look. I sent her my best grin..
I’m gonna lose my shirt when I see her again.
Lady Luck stomped out when True Love walked in.
I kept the Queen of Hearts and folded all my hands,
And never set foot in a casino again.
When the urge to play overpowers me –
It's Yahtzee, Trouble, and Monopoly.
(To add insult to injury, our kids always win, you know!)
Lady Luck stomped out when True Love walked in.
She gave me that look. I sent her my best grin..
I haven’t won a hand since that fatal day when
Lady Luck stomped out and True Love walked in.
They, them, those people
Are lying, not relying
On God. Lying...
Every time they do
Their wicked deeds,
They blame it on God.
They don't believe in God,
So, the dirty deeds they do,
They pretend it is in
God’s plan.
Once again then you
We’re not listening,
Poets told you to
Protect the children
Those mad scientists
Interfering with nature -
Using their knowledge,
To test God’s virtues.
They use H.A.A.R.P to
Manipulate and
Control the weather,
Now they want to
Hold their breath
And say God did it;
Because you were sinning.
Well nobody believes
In your King James tales.
Who more than black folk
Love Jesus so well.
No one is more true-
Than people of hue.
So why do you
Add insult to injury,
As you oft times do.?
just like "Katrina
You blamed that on God too.
Man, is so smart he can go
To the moon (really)?
Drastically changing weather...
Manipulation with harpoons.
But you can't build a reliable
Dyke in the 21st century.
So, all that was God’s fault?
Why didn't you rescue the people?
Oh, I know, God told you not to.
Lying on God again
Be careful America...
When the food is scarce,
And our seeds are altered,
None to spare.
But we still need clean air and
Clean water: Don't forget, medical
Attention can be withheld.
Why are you still buying;
Fake Gucci, fur coats,
And Korean hair?
Why are you not planting?
And storing or
Preparing for another
Blackout or worse?
Even though you pray and go to church.
Then again you didn't take heed
Ignored the warnings.
So now, blame God and ask God why ...
God why- why you didn't save me?
He’ll then will tell you ...I tried!
I sent a poet to tell you,
But you listened to those
who blamed me, and lied.
You should know that you are
the last people I would hurt.
The wicked ones know
That poets are
The new prophets.
These liars are propelled by
Tricks and greed.
Then a voice said to them...
“If from the poets
you had only taken heed”.
I am God and they lied on me.
If they’ll lie on me, “God said
“What makes you
think they won't lie on you? “
“You had better recognize”
“You had better know it “
God said-
“I sent you a poet"
“I sent you a poet”.
Somewhere tucked away in a Bethlehem hostel
Little Salam sleeps to the sound of the river Jordan
Unaware of the narrative of two thousand years
Or some glorious eternity still waiting to happen
Tucked into nappies donated by the United Nations
Who cannot make up their mind which peace to break
Some say it is Christmas while others call it a mess
Birthed under battle drums he clutches what is
Three kings fight over the baby with the conviction
That there is only one God and he bears the crown
Of thorny wreaths engulfed by wrath and despair
Writhing like a heap of maggots ready for the kill
I wonder whether once machine guns are silenced
And there are no more innocent bodies to splatter
If someone can find a rusty nail to seal his coffin
Or there might be some wood left for a tiny cross
But all will not be lost on the time sheet of doom
Surely he can find another explosion to lift him
Of course cremation is strictly forbidden in Islam
But who gives a damn about incineration and ashes
There will be no grave perpendicular to Mecca
And to add insult to injury of shrapnel and guts
Elsewhere little reindeer will slide down a chimney
Holocaust is better consigned to the margins of faith
12th December 2019
I wound myself
Blood dripping
From tears
I cannot control
Misfortune falls
Upon my every step
Crashing to my knees
Now shattered
Limp arms
Grasping for a hand
Too scared
To save a life
Fearful of all
Desiring rest
Just death
Eternal peace
Billy the penguin went to the dentist
because he didn't take care of his teeth,
All brown and yellow like a fungal growth on your feet!
Billy was always snappy and chatty,
he loved to interrupt,
Now he felt punished after years of making
the tooth fairy bankrupt.
Inside the waiting room the tick tock
of the clock got louder and louder,
Each passing second was a pitiful reminder
that Billy was going to face a life without gnashers
And oh how he loved his mother's rashers.
He sobbed.
The dentist called his name.
With each mortal footstep an imprint of shame and pain
ohhhhh Billy had no one else to blame.