Best Juggled Poems
I stood on the step by the unopened door
Far from the meadows that precede the shore
Grasped tight the railing I longed to explore
Searching for truth in the lies
Looked at the mat as it welcomed me in
Wondering when all of this would begin
Washed up and worried and covered in sin
One that the world would despise
Juggled a dish after dropping the spoon
Spotlights were shining, they lit up the room
Still not enough for this unending doom
Praying the end would be near
Paced cross the stage as the audience stared
Thinking I saw one who looked like she cared
Checking my pockets for things that I shared
Knowing not what I might hear
Then like a siren but quieter still
Came forth a voice that presented a thrill
When on my spine formed the funniest chill
Just as she called out my name
Chris, was the echo, a melodic song
I have been waiting for you for so long
Something like this surely cannot be wrong
I don't care who is to blame
I took her hand and my heart skipped a beat
Who would have thought that an angel I'd meet
Me, oh so sour and her, oh so sweet
She must have come from above
Then I awoke with a yawn layered scream
Only a nightlight providing the gleam
All of this poem was merely a dream
Waking before I found love
Categories:
juggled, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
Free Verse
I live not far from humankind the cradle that is of
what and where we are all coming from Johannesburg
so they say and going to one human race of every colour
no need for power domination colonializing margins
The ‘dark continent’ where the ‘savages’ did not abide
by our expectations of what civilized should be and mean
where it was us the other 'othering' cannibalizing our flesh
of freedom dignity compassion lost in money mind and soul
My cradle rocks and sways in the wild gentle winds in
torrents of emotion mood reflection history anticipation
certain of uncertainty of what the intermingling retrospective
past and future web together like a tapestry of life a bricolage
Lost threads there are and double knitted faults and hollows
shallow worn out spins and spiral knots and missing patches
mended winding fabric scars and wounded oscillations
swings and roundabouts cul-de-sacs and four-way stoppage
Is there a pattern to cradling the moment to memories to
fantasies of rooted wings and flapping roots a human kind
of compass joining needles implements of mass construction
subjective individual shining lights and armour idiosyncratic beauty
Are we starving demising suffocating for self-righteousness
loosing the plot and all the marbles thrown high up in the
air with juggled balls we aim to fix the waters rivers flowing
on their own with push and pull of light and lighted gravitation
Just here and now not there and then when sunshine rises
where rainbows glitter melt and wax the wane all of the colours
into violet prisms focussing condensing refracting blinding darkness
understanding knowledge of the shadows and bright clarity
When I write some thoughts on paper on the screen of modern
techniques and ancient art of crafted words and scripted meaning
the cradling of the moment takes its paths of where I’ve started off
and might be going once and only when the moment passes
02nd July 2016 written in Johannesburg and everywhere
Categories:
juggled, write,
Form:
Free verse
Devotion Poem, Paradise.
(For Jim)
Dare I say —
We feel marvelously sculpted to fit,
Our hugs mold their moments
Into wishing to last forever.
Dare I say — my silent hopes
Rise into the liquid
Moonlit blue above our kisses,
Wanting to make millions of dozens.
Dare I tell the truth of how
My heart speaks out to you
Whenever we separate? That somehow
Physics moves you into two: to the elsewhere
You travel,yet still always here by me.
Dare I utter the new quantum rules of love?
How starlit galaxies hide in your eyes
To all except for me. How our waltz moves on
Through the juggled dimensions we cling to.
May I sing for others what our hearts
Keep in whispers? How to sense paradise
In the gift of your devoted spirit
Always awaiting close, holding the secret
Blessings of divine starlight in your pockets.
Dare I share the jewels of this love,
That they may be found and more easily kept? Or,
Might the vast variations of paradise await
Their own finding and defining, like rainbows
With their hidden treasures.
——————————————————————————————————————————
(c) sally young eslinger 8/22-25/22
Categories:
juggled, devotion, feelings, husband, inspirational
Form:
Free verse
Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Jovial Dr Jekyll played for juvenile Justice
a just jaspered journey
jokingly jumped a joyride
to juicy jukebox jabbering
in jackal jackboots
from nearby jungle
Dr Jekyll clasped a jackknife eating
jambalaya to justify a
juggled juxtapositional
jurisdiction jamming
as jugular vein jingled jewels
joyfully jauntily jaywalking
to a jay named Jim Jolly !
Onward he jumped to a
Jungian junction
Jupiter jocund watching his
journeying joints
journalese seemed a jibe jig
but neither Jewess, Jesuit
or jeweller jiggled this job
So he jerked his jess
like a jape for Japan
Jejuning onto January for the
next jangle of jasmine
No jellyfish was Dr Jekyll in Jordanian jerkin
though sometimes Mr Hyde
with jeroboam swirling alongside !
Categories:
juggled, 12th grade, extended metaphor,
Form:
Alliteration
he juggled with multiple scenarios worried
how things could go terribly wrong
and then he asked her how
she saw it all play out
he was relieved
no barriers
no strings
he could see
how it was all different
better than he dared hope for
and better than he had ever imagined
he was tired of fighting off imaginary dragons
there was nothing else to slay and skies had cleared
AP: 2nd place 2021
Posted on August 21, 2021
Categories:
juggled, friendship, future, love, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Aboard a barque, across cerulean seas,
Beneath boundless skies, chasing destiny's pleas,
Came courageous colonists, yearning to be free.
Dreams danced delicately in the salty breeze,
Eager eyes seeking sanctuary.
Founding fathers forged a future fair,
Guiding principles etched in granite grand.
Hope hummed, hearts held with fervent prayer,
Igniting liberty throughout the land.
Justice juggled scales, ensuring each had say,
Kindness kindled compassion's gentle flame.
Love labored tirelessly, lighting the way,
Mending wounds woven into history's frame.
Nature nurtured, nourishing spirits bold.
Opportunities opened like sunlit streams,
Paths paved with perseverance, stories untold.
Quilts of cultures coalesced with care,
Respect resonated, reaching every shore.
Sacrifices sung in the starlit air,
Tributes tendered to those who went before.
United under a banner bright and bold,
Victories vanquished shadows of despair.
Weaving wisdom into stories old,
Xenophobia's whispers found no space to share.
Yearning yearns for a world where all can thrive,
Zooming toward a future where dreams survive.
Categories:
juggled, america,
Form:
ABC
This is a story, short, but true
About a woman who had eyes that were black and blue.
About a man who can eat things ten times his size,
And a dog who was considered to be amazingly wise
They lived in a land of shades of four,
And lived in a cave which had no door
But that's not the point I want to make
Because the things I just said are truly fake
But the story is of a man who juggled his head
And when he got bored he'd play dead
He had one friend and his name was Tom
Tom made a bomb which killed his mom
He became very dull, empty, and grim
But moving along, for the story is not of him.
It's about a woman who had turn green
Sick from all the beauty she had seen
Wait! The story is not about her either,
This story pertains to a boy eating a beaver
O'boy, I just can’t get this right!
I think it’s about a girl who lost her arm in a fight.
Or of a guy who collected decapitated heads,
Or of a baby who sold bear traps as beds.
Once upon a time the sun lost its shine,
Once upon a time we all came from slime
I better make this story end right now,
Before I tell the story of the man who birthed a cow.
Categories:
juggled, confusionwoman, lost, lost, time,
Form:
Couplet
The Crazy Kitten
The crazy kitten purred.
Its soft and slender body
Brushed around my skin.
It meowed as it juggled
The ball of woolly yarn
All about the living room.
The crazy kitten leaped about
Pouncing on the little mice.
It wondered about the house
Seeking new places to explore.
It found a ball upon upon the shelf
The kitten jumped up to reach its new toy.
The crazy kitten fell down with a thud.
The vase above it shattered with a thunderous SMASH!
The poor and petrified pet
Scrambled under the nearest shelter.
Once the coast was clear,
The crazy kitten went back to play.
Categories:
juggled, 9th grade, animal,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I have a friend called Bob Beaubobble
who trains unusual pets to juggle
assorted items frequently fumbled
by freakish fish or octibumbles
This hobby made him mucha dinero
which he put in the bank ‘with interest’ to grow
but while he was filling in all of the forms
One creature escaped from under his arms
Unseen in the dark, in the bank late at night
It bypassed security through the intranet site
And juggled and gambled to its hearts content
playing with our pennies until they were spent
Red-faced officials met the press in a panic
George Bush sent more troops to Afghan and Iraq
World leaders drew circles around toxic debt
then pointed their fingers to the country that started it...
The slimy old salamander sucks his cigar
as he drives to his office in a luxury car.
CEO though all see he's a feckless axolotl
without any shame, just a shed load of bottle.
He's safe in the knowledge, while his bank has been drained
A huge bonus is scheduled to keep him retained
and cash will be pumped from the taxpayers vains
soon he’ll start things all over and gamble again.
Categories:
juggled, funny, on work and
Form:
Rhyme
From a city's hilltop ,
I gaze down there below
with lights in rhythmic hop;
notes bouncing to and fro...
on alleys where life croons
women dance as skirts fly;
and blues whip juggled tunes
sax cooling a flamed sigh!
...........
“Music washes away from the soul
the dust of everyday life”---
Berthold Auerbach ~ poet and author ~
....................
Repost 9/29/2016
Contest 213 of Brian Strand
Categories:
juggled, happiness, music, stress,
Form:
Quatrain
Written by Gail DeBole on
February 6, 2014
Updated on March 7, 2014
She juggled suns and moons
Bounced Mars on her head
Waltzed on Jupiter
Never leaving the bed...
She skipped over to London
And skated high in the sky
Hugging her friends
As they all skated by.
She had tea with non-people
In a beautiful land
Cartwheeled in outer space
Without using her hands.
She accomplished the impossible
Never leaving her bed
And felt quite refreshed
By the crisp dreams in her head.
She awoke with a vigor!
Showered, dressed and then ate!
Ready for the day,
She could hardly wait.
This kindergartner was ready to play!
Categories:
juggled, child, kids, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme
Don't we all live deep within the walls of a
rain painted rose.
Rosy moments once fresh are set ablaze.
Whose bones are jewel encrusted with decay.
within our deepest reds
The scent of saints and dreams are bled.
Glancing off a soul of glass.
So very briefly glowing off the face-
As every breath tends to climb toward light
reaching the softest edge giving away.
Tumbling down a stairwell of thorns-
The clowns of living cycling
round and round a face forlorn.
Turned to dream ware we're juggled (dented circus pins).
Between hell and hopeless.
The kiln of God-the devils twisted rope-
Don't we all live within the walls of a
rain painted rose.
Categories:
juggled, death, life,
Form:
Rhyme
There were three little monkeys,
Named Mindy, Murray and Moe,
And everywhere they went,
They put on a little show.
Mindy was a dancer,
And she was very good.
She danced like a ballerina,
Then tap-danced where she stood.
Murray was a tumbler,
He jumped and flipped about.
The children really liked it,
And were quick to clap and shout.
Moe juggled apples,
Sometimes oranges, too.
He used his hands and his tail -
What a funny thing to do!
When the three little monkeys,
Had finished with their show,
The children cheered and clapped,
For Mindy, Murray and Moe.
4/19/21
For Eve Roper's
Nursery Rhyme 5 contest
Categories:
juggled, animal, children, dance, nursery
Form:
Quatrain
I think she played me
on the playground
juggled like a ball
makes me wonder
why is the world so cold?
Some nights I lay in bed
and ask the Lord
why do we suffer in heart?
time moves so slow
when you try and forget someone.
Forget about someone
who was supposed to be
separated from her husband
turned out to be no good.
Then I woke up and realized
love is not a fairy tale
just get tired of these wounds
would like to close the doors.
All started out as such a good time
a smile that turned to be a broken heart
the chemistry that pulled us together
begin to pull us apart.
Sometimes the illusions we see
are only make believe
we just want to be held
and say sweet things
with candy in our mouth.
So, I've been played
right on the playground
kicked like a volley ball
taken as a joke...
~
Categories:
juggled, break up, dark, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
Fall..
Fall in battles acts for china tyrants all by nemesis bring to them by ways of good or gods. Battle arrays come for nothing fun. Jokes about the wars are not so easy. Juggled history may hide our ethnic sins. Free the Tibet must be good. Hard and harsh are battles forms. Like a spasm our tyrants need to fall. Front and ranks are falling lines. Puffs of winds are tyrants’ heats. All except are rights are laws are upright sues.
Most are struck off one bodily also get the infected with names on books of true reviews of history.
Dirt removed is something clean. Ways are clean and laws should clean. All debugging all are faults in china tyrants’ life. Judges on sides have bribery panels. Mostly they obtain hireling claques for all their fable shows with history. Each of us should wonder what is cost for tyranny killing. Where are gods? What is nemesis? Foremen laws are franking stamps. Laws so contrasts are equal laws and upright justices. Do it always there.
Double dealing all are something bad.
Social ethos some are wrong.
Cultural pluralism some are good for heads to toes.
Cultural tyranny all are fowls that inhumane.
China manic ways will like the politic infiltrations. Reddish dominatrix tyranny comes as evil jokes.
Made destabilize upright put for shaking some for wrong doers are better worlds.
Laws should destined just and more for human right.
However sometimes Destiny might be cruel. What will gods to say about the more detached of china evil troops?
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3------------------
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Categories:
juggled, dark, evil,
Form:
ABC