Best Jabbed Poems
A monster now has been set free
in this once land of liberty.
This 'Frankenstein' divided us
due to the Covid vaccine fuss.
Glib leaders 'round the table sit-
like at a tea party, commit
to brews concocted every day
that keep their madness on display.
Vaxxed diss the unvaxxed for the spread
who say the choice is theirs instead.
Yet, now those jabbed can get sick too;
such dark unknowns hide what to do.
Now masking is for everyone;
the vaccinated thought they won.
Again, each needs to hide their face
as noteless beings in our space.
Divided families now fight-
each side pleads other see the light.
One side has faith in trial vax;
the other, side-effects attacks.
This monster 'Frankenstein' digs deep
into our hearts and minds to keep
division strong till final test
steals each free will as repossessed.
This freak is fierce, released from hell
by leaders that now undersell
the freedoms of democracy-
for bondage of bureaucracy.
August 3, 2021
~1st Place~
Contest: Frankenstein Tea Party 2021
Sponsor: Joe Maverick
Judged: 09/26/2121
I’m feeling a little irked and discombobulated.
The soup is for all poets It’s not that complicated.
I’m tired of all the whiners and their fits of jealous rage.
It’s time to act your age and move on to another page.
I don’t care about your comments or the contest you didn’t win.
Stop preaching from your pulpit, you are not free from sin.
I’m sick of the conspiracy theories, it’s time to check your clock.
I don’t want to read it here, this is for poetry, it’s not tik tok.
I am fully vaccinated it was my choice to get that shot.
It’s your choice to not get jabbed, stop acting like a snot.
You say my genes are altered, to me you sound like a nut.
I guess I’ll die in three years, until then you can kiss my butt.
1/8/22
King-Size Bull Crap Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
I was swimming in the ocean enjoying it so much
I back floated and relaxed with my cousins Mat and Hutch
All of a sudden Mat broke my dreamy thoughts with a scream
The water choppy, he was carried swiftly up stream
Two great whites were fighting over which would eat my poor Mat
So I chased after them and I smacked them with a big baseball bat
Is this human being serious? The biggest shark asked the other
I do not know the other shark replied but she looks like my mother
I am a grandma you dopes I said and I smacked each hard on the nose
This the smaller one said haughtily is not how this kind of shark story goes
So I jumped on his slick back. I bucked, screamed, jabbed, and I kicked
And I punched him and bit him, making him mad; his skin was quite thick
This land polluter is crazy the great whites agreed with some flair
So they gave me my cousin whom they had tossed in the air.
Because I liked it I gave them another bat smack across their noses
She is horrible! The great whites said as I hit them with hoses
Sure I got Matt back but due to those shark bullies he now he had PSTD
His swimming suit was gone, so he was sheepish being nude in front of me
So Hutch and I threw off our clothes and we all swam in birthday suits
But those sharks never came back, so glad they were finally loose
Pricked with a prod, I’ve been penetrated,
sent back to the wasteland I created.
Laced with ash, left jaded and hated,
my impaled mind seeks only redemption,
as my ebon veins flow with deception.
racing
voices
facing
choices
Now my tears of ice crackle down my cheek.
I ascended great, over the mount’s peak
to find out if it’s peace I truly seek.
Blue silent stars whisper hope when in need,
shadowed by desperation and greed.
Jabbed and stabbed for a mistake made,
wept and slept as the moondust starts to fade.
Through internal punishment I have paid,
and I shall never look on glass walls high-
shattered and battered, I lean in and sigh…
facing
choices
racing
voices
For I am but a woman with impaled fears-
manic with a tragic past…fought for many years.
July 30, 2019
Anthony Slausin
Impaled Poetry Contest
We stitched our ribbons through your heart
From end to end we threaded
We sewed right to your fingertips
– And every stitch you dreaded
We tramped along your shoulders broad
To weave our little lines –
How nimble were our fingers then
How clever our design!
We jabbed and pierced and buttoned you
We pulled the stitches tight –
For us an act of liberty
For you an act of night
We gaze now on our handiwork
As on a work of art
A wilderness of emerald
Mapped out upon a chart
But, ‘lest we think we’ve mastered you
Once every little while
You raise yourself and startle us
With lightning in your smile!
You were always in my heart right from the start
From seeing that very first smile to feeling that very first kiss
You were stealing my breath away each and every day
We were young and in love it was definitely sent from up above
Nobody before you gave me the feeling of such warmth
It's as if you made me feel brave
I'll always remember the days waking up by your side
We could lay there for hours and sometimes we would
I'll never forget the moment I found out you were gone
I drowned myself in beers followed by tears
My heart felt jabbed and stabbed
I never knew what pain was until this very day
And it will forever drain my mind
It's not something I can leave behind but I will be able to move ahead
You will always be my girl and you will always be in my thoughts
Until we meet again I will have to be strong like I have been all along
JESUS
(Double Pleiades)
Jabbed their swords on Thy side
Jews mocked Thee… crucified
Jeering crowds - they condemned
Jud's flaw rolls down the lane.
Jagged scorns, wallops, spits
Jam-packed tortures to death
Just to Save, Thy Blood Shed.
(Oh My Jesus, Thy…)
Justified Saving Grace
Jive, sing, I Thank and Praise!
Journeying life with Thee
Joined anchors within me!
Joy-spared absolution,
Jubilantly reigned… crowned!
Jewish King - King of All!
March 12, 2017
A Blessed Holy Week/Easter ahead! God Bless!
I shall not weep, for him, nor for his crime
Since while he killed he murdered noble lives
And on that angered day, he muted the chime
He jabbed them hard, with few sharp knives.
He was death, the necrosis of time
I shall not weep, for him as my angst thrives.
He shall not bring back joy, and all pride lost
For he has smeared them all, each cherished heart
Mums' pains in their hearts, for each cry tossed,
Dads enraged frown, for each smile falls apart
Their memories, their thoughts, revenge at any cost
He cries, for he is bad and they have to restart.
We shall not weep, but if perchance we do
It’s for the victims, for all the world to see
For future events, we must begin a life anew
Hope renewed, laws applied, lets all agree.
No to stabbings, for we are angered by you
Can I weep too? For anger cannot set us free.
I shall not weep, for you, nor for your crimes
I cry with joy, for them, and laugh sometimes.
NOTES:- 7:46 a.m. April 10, 2013
A student DYLAN QUICK - stabbed at least 14 people at Lone Star College, a Houston-area community college. The attacks occurred in the Heath Science Center and possibly other buildings.
Nehpets Gnik - written in Iambic Pentameter Wednesday 01/21/2015
There was a dirty old man named Hanky
Who suggested they play Hanky-Panky
Please meet me at my chateau
Your hubby will never know
She jabbed where it hurt and said No Thanky
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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The snow lay heavy on the ground
‘Til just below the knee
Reflecting blue sky all around
As far as we could see
The temperature was just right
For the snowball fans
But we had set much higher sights
On building a snowman
After rolling the hefty base
Down a long, gentle grade
It moved to a different place
Then where it was first laid
Then when the lumpy head was plopped
That ball started to split
Yet became whole before it dropped
Without us helping it
Before adding the face or arms
We went in to get dry
And when back out we were alarmed
Coz somehow it had eyes
I took the carrot in my hands
And jabbed it were it goes
But since so sharp my palm got jammed
So blood ran down its nose
The sky took on an eerie glow
And clouds were darkly trimmed
Then while we looked up, don’t you know
Our snowman became limbed!
I sprung backward, but was too late
Its arm grabbed my collar
And quickly I was forced prostrate
By, snowman-iac mauler
Just like that, my problems doubled
As I was no fighter
But, by chance to ease this trouble
My friend had a lighter
Next I felt a frosty river
Flowing right down my back
I cringed since the flame delivered
A snow melting attack
I struggled in its icy hold
Then punched it in the mug
Could anyone believe if told
We made a large snow thug
Its wood arms swung at us wildly
Knocking our teeny torch
That’s when my friend acted childly
Hiding below the porch
I yelled, “Go and grab some more wood,
To make this fire hotter.
And hopefully then, as it should
It will turn to water!”
There was some loss in faith and blood
Melting snowman-iac mauler
I then said standing in the mud,
“Let’s make the next one smaller.”
For Any Poem Number 31 contest
Losing someone is like losing the very breath u take to survive
Like holding in air, taking the deadliest,deepest dive
Like someone knocked all the air,better yet, the life out of ur life
Like they jabbed u in ur heart with the sharpest knife
The emptiness inside ur soul,makes ur blood run cold
Like red roses that stood high, that turn black, then fold
Lost without ur eyes, in a dark empty wood.
Grasping to reach anything u could.
Nothing in reach for u to hold close
No one around, when u need them the most
Nothing to warm ur heart & keep it beating steady
U didn't ask for this,unexpected, u weren't ready
It's like a stiffness in ur body,like ur growing old anew
No one around to console u
Ur at a loss for words
No chirping for black birds
Ur missing apart of u & inside's a hole
They used to stick with u,like a mole
Losing love is like losing ur mind
Every thought,but the reason, u still can't find
Enough memory to last ur lifetime,but they're still not there.
Ur mind is gone,but u can't think as to where.
A part of ur heart & mind have vanished with the lost of someone so dear
& u love them & miss them more with every tear
Thinking bout them, only makes it worse
It happened so quickly, u'd think it was a curse
Loving & losing a lover or a friend
Family, or next to kin
It's a universal emotion, which we all can relate
They accepted their fate
& we must face
We'll get through it at our own pace
Because we know , they're in a better place
.
She sits there
electric as the third rail.
Entering Charles M.G.H.
but we’re still moving quickly
(finally
just three of us now).
Each disgorged passenger
leaves a seat
looking back at me
with a shiny black grin.
The wheels and track
wail
as a dilapidated wall
comes into view.
(He gets off)
so I look up
excited
and try to catch her eye
without being obvious-
I miss
and read an ad
for Citibank or something.
We're out over the bridge already
and the sailboats are sitting at odd angles
like Battleship pieces,
and I am stuck like the red peg
in a clear plastic hole.
Dazed, I watch the boats sway-
when they move,
it’s effortless.
I wish this train more empty.
Next Stop, Kendall / M.I.T.
jarred
back underground
to an unnatural dark,
but the city's full
and we've run out of bridge
so it's this ridiculous down.
The lights flicker
and I look around
desperate for an excuse
to talk
or to split a smile,
but nothing comes
and nothing is coming
but estranged
body language.
She is a queen
as I close my eyes
and step out of focus,
and the hypnotic wall
goes blurry
- - -
We climb the perfect angle steps
that some civil engineer designed
(with the darkbrown grimestain
that will never come off)
so that each step puts us closer,
and I can feel the design:
one false step
and I will bump her side,
stand up straight
and find her fingers in mine
- - -
Please take a moment to collect your belongings.
This train will soon be cleared.
And I’m jabbed again
but this time there is no whooshing
urban rush,
no manic kinetic
or artsy tunnel-black
I am awake
in this godawful sandtrap
9:30 AM
I am alone
with this girl
and her miserable long hair
and pretty pink skin.
We've gotten nowhere
as the lights lose their drive
and can’t make it to my eye.
We’re still sitting
and I can’t remember how walking feels.
In the dark she looks confused
and her face is awkward
and her body sore.
She shifts her uncomfortable weight
from one side to the other.
In the dark,
I wish this train more empty.
Snoopy and Snowman
Snoopy challenged his huge friend, Snowman
Who has no legs, feet and two icicle hands
He gave him snowball and said, “Throw it!
If you can’t, I’ll call you a Triple Naught in 6 Feet!”
Snowman didn’t want Snoopy’s jeering stuffs
He accepted his challenge with his growling puffs
If I can, I’ll call you in turn a Double Diddly-squat
And a twisted nut-puppy who’s afraid of all cats
The two friends kept on bantering each other
Snowman got twigs from a tree without his ladder
Jabbed them on his sides like a pair of antlers
Sticking out like he’d swallowed two stags together
Before throwing, he bragged his brown hand-icicles
He didn’t know, snowball is a wheel of Santa’s bicycle
When he was about to hurl the snowball as far as he could
Santa shouted, “Do it! Both of you will have gifts:cat foods!”
Dec. 31,2017 12.15 pm
©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Third Place
Contest: Silly Christmas Cartoon
Judged: 1/17/2017
Sponsor: Poet Laura Loo
Minimal involvement with extracurricular activity at Methacton
limited to playing Baritone Horny within the band
though marginal interest existed to maintain constancy
feigning noteworthy interest second to none
eventually Mister O'Donnell
(I remember without mental exertion - surmising that tubby name
of bandleader) synonymous with attitude ill suited,
thus loss being banned haint grand
loss, and subsequent loss did not stun,
nor disheartenment arose to forego hearing
future applauding hand, or standing ovation
and felt reprieve, relieve, when refused further sharing of any awards won
yet the greatest joy arose to even the score for decision
foisted upon me to play Baritone Horn now a choice I manned
in tandem with with late afternoon rehearsals
necessitating this boy not much bigger than the baritone horn
to make a mad dash with truckload of academic material
plus encased “mini tuba,” which constantly banged upper right thigh,
and nearly tripped me to go flailing head over heals.
Exhaustion (a welcome relief with sprinting the distance –
possibly even setting a world record) getting linkedin
(half heartedly envisioning myself whizzing
across the mountains viz tour de France
measuring a winning distance – quite an expanse
whereby giving the strong armed cyclist brandishing his lance
a run...er rather pedal for his money,
yet this flight of fancy fragile as a séance
vanished without a trace, although this trance
figurative shifted gears burnishing via sans deus sol invictus
and didst witness glory, where ignominy, humility, and disharmony
Mister McDonald (supposed namesake) from looming maestro,
whose countenance evinced
countless cartoonish, distorted expressive facial grotesqueries
earning apropos sobriquets
who jabbed the air with each illusory add vance.
The rusted latch cuts chewed finger tips.
Pryed open, needled jabbed emotions lay inside.
Grab the peanut butter crackered hugs,
Nurture the starved soul.
Chocolate kissed squares await to be devoured.
Sip bottled water enhanced with "I love you`s".
Replenish the survival kit for lifes next survivor.
Lock it tight .
Don`t lose the key.
You may be back with company.