Best Jumped Poems
I am the ghost of my past life.
I feel hollow, empty, incomplete,
No one can hear me speak.
I jumped
From a rooftop in budding May,
A beautiful time of year.
I jumped,
Then I changed my mind.
Nothing hurts as much
As seeing the lives
I could have been a part of
Playing out before my eyes.
I jumped
From a glass tower
Shimmering in the summer’s sun.
I jumped
And then I changed my mind.
I wish I was still alive
Oh! my garden potatos...
and busted tomatoes..
The bull jumped over the fence...
And where did he go?
I really don't know!
I haven't seen him since!
But if I see one sign....
of his behind...
he'll get more than a piece of my mind!
If I catch him snoozin'...
he'll get a bruisin'....
right on his ornery behind.
Limerick croises : Once our ‘Rita jumped into Sea Anne-Anne – 14
Once our ‘Rita jumped into Sea Anne-Anne
Sirens howled « panic stations » refrain
One Valhalla Rani
Offered her much money
For a shot sans mantilla – in vain
Our ‘Rita – you bet – a stunning beauty
Not given to falling for flattery
Was all of prime six feet
Which she tucked under meat
For Sevillan beds stood (on) two feet plus three !
So they put her up that night till Morgan
Classified her as subterfuge weapon
NSA roped her in
To put one o’er Putin
Now Chinese wish her to test rat poison !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
I was just a kid
Lost in a world of grownups
I was often with a sad eye
I never admitted the cry
The street was not a happy place
Seekers of the dark
With adult leers
I was so so filled with abject fear
Twm mocked, even though de-frocked
Chasing the pains and nightmares
Glamorgan was full of bridges
Under which the trolls held vigils
For Twm chased many to death
As I ran and I ran, as fast
As my little feet can
I reached the bridge
On top I stand
A child’s fear drowned
I jumped
Have you ever seen someone walk into a pole
Happened to me once while out for a stroll
Had a poem in mind
To all else I was blind
Should've paid attention, dirtied my camisole
© Jack Ellison 2015
Well, here we were, me, Ernie, and Snowy on this new train,
Both of them were still inside my jacket and sound asleep.
I knew now that mice snored, could feel a strange vibration,
It came and went with a little wheezing sound under my ribs.
I sat there quietly and wondered now about our direction,
Figured it was most likely either west, south, or southwest.
Traveling any further east we would be heading for Europe,
I grinned as I imagined, that would be Captain Nemo style.
At 15 I could hold my breath for two swimming pool lengths,
Knew I'd need a submarine though for that big Atlantic pond.
Then I saw a sign along the highway that read, Mount Vernon,
We were passing near George Washington's home I thought.
I was in awe at that moment of the father of our country,
Would have stopped in respect but had no brake controls.
At least I knew now that we were rolling southward bound,
Later, saw some kids playing near the tracks at Jersey City.
Ernie and Snowy didn't wake up until we hit Philadelphia,
I told Ernie we were entering the city of brotherly love.
Ernie yawned and said, you mean the bulls there like us?
Well, not exactly Ernie I said, they're not our brothers.
Robert, you told me everyone are our brothers and sisters.
Yeah Ernie I said, but sometimes big brothers beat you up.
Robert, think we might meet some brothers here who love us?
I doubt it Ernie, not unless we go downtown into the city.
As we pulled into that Phillie train yard Ernie gave a sigh,
Robert, can't we sneak into the city tonight for a while?
Then Snowy chimed in and said Ernie, I'm afraid to do that,
Don't worry Snowy he said, brother Robert will protect us.
Will you Snowy said to me with those deep pink eyes of hers.
Now wait a minute you two, I said, I haven't said okay yet.
Oh please Robert, Ernie said, I want to go find a brother,
I know there have to be more like you who love us out there.
Ernie, people don't just love you simply because you exist,
You have to go out among them and show you deserve it.
They both sat there blinking up at me with curious eyes,
Okay okay we'll go downtown but don't say I didn't warn you.
(to be continued)
© Copyright 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
Lonesome, sustenance impaired,
Whispers echoed, undeclared,
Overlooked and unprepared,
Caught off guard, I thought you cared.
Regarded gone, inanimate,
Benevolence inadequate,
Self destruct, abandonment,
My ego, my antagonist.
Recreant, my feet retreat,
Unable to admit defeat,
Tenebrous, distant concrete,
Starlight shows abyssal streets.
Breezes flurry overhead,
Strands are stirring 'round my head,
My minds museful heed misread,
Wet streams down cheeks of words unsaid.
Legs fixed in place eternally,
Sunrise peaks beauty fervently,
Night's thoughts now an absurdity,
Abstain death's fall, uncertainty.
One morning I sat down with Ernie to explain English,
I know you're a mouse but that squeak can only go so far.
He looked up at me blinked and then bared his teeth,
I said I'll take that for a smile so let's get started.
Ernie, quit staring out that box car door at the scenery,
You'll never learn to talk the King's language that way.
This is no tiny feat for you so please pay attention,
He sat up on hind legs and truly seemed to listen.
I told him that I was a young vagabond train traveler,
And explained that he was the smallest hobo of all time.
So if he could just learn to speak he would become famous,
My tiny friend it's just a matter of adjusting vocal chords.
Remember that if I can mimic your squeaks than why not,
Why could you not imitate my simple gibberish stated?
My God, right then I could see he understood my point,
Ernie's eyes lit up and he proceeded to write hobo on wall.
Actually he chewed the letters into that wood for me to see,
I knew all creatures were intelligent but what a revelation.
My friend Ernie could write so how far from speak was he?
Was so amazed was almost afraid to ask him next question.
Still I asked him where all his intelligence came from?
He turned his back and curled his tail into a question mark.
Was then I knew that not only did he understand questions,
He was asking me what I thought made me so extra special.
That night he chewed some questions for me into that wall,
Why war? Why kill unborn humans? Why kill nature? Why?
There I was the glorious teacher with no definitive answers,
Yet now that I've grown older I've also grown a conscience.
So easy when young to think you are center and will not die,
Those immortal thoughts soon withering on flesh bone tree.
To think it took my dear tiny friend Ernie to wake me,
It is truly humbling to bow before wisdom of a mouse.
That next day Ernie and I just sat there watching scenery,
He atop my knee and I marveling at my wonderful friend.
This train we rode directly through American history,
Passing by old settlements and battlefields of sorrow.
He saw my pain that day and nuzzled each tear from my eyes,
Knowing useless deaths with no respect for nature lived on.
We would travel together after that as ocean ship stowaways,
Still I will finish telling of our train travels together.
To be continued!
© Copyright 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
I jumped
On a stump
Then I went THUMP!
Now I have a lump
Because my head went bump!
One morning Ernie and I awoke to a noisy train yard,
It was that place many hitchers feared known as Chicago.
Since Ernie had traveled there before he warned me,
In that little voice he said don't open the door.
Praise our Creator my English lessons had actually taken,
He had spoken to me and I mean in no uncertain words.
I'd heard of animals whispering to humans in the past,
Yet this little hobo mouse had talked loud and clear.
We sat that day huddled together behind his wood crate,
Then in the afternoon someone shoved open that steel door.
He climbed inside and began tapping hard on the wood crates,
Feeling like forever he climbed back out and shut the door.
I whispered to Ernie and asked who was that invader?
He told me it was a dangerous bull not to confront.
Confused I asked him what he meant by that comment,
He said it was a mean human called a train policeman.
That day I almost learned a lesson in home invasion,
Ernie said he would have killed us both if he'd spotted us.
I said not even an animal would be so ruthless as that,
Ernie said animals only attack when cornered or starving.
The next morning our almost coffin pulled from that yard,
Our temporary home on wheels now had became our savior.
Such is the irony of what it is to be a mortal creature,
Both of us embracing in celebration of our lives saved.
We traveled the rest of that day never closer than before,
Each and every mile of our U.S.A. journey appreciated.
So very grateful for this wonderful land given to us,
Given by so many who gave their lives so we may live free.
I'll never forget the day we rolled into Washington D.C.,
Ernie said it was so poignant it was my first time there.
How ironic that a mere mouse had been there before me,
I told him that a monument should be built there for him.
He blinked up at me with that stare that always captured me,
Robert my human friend why would you say such a thing?
I said because you are that smallest giant friend,
One that has helped me so truly to love my country.
In the beginning I had tried to teach you to understand,
And now Ernie you have opened my mind to my being's center.
If only most humans could be touched by your friendship,
Maybe enough might bow to the reality of changing our world.
(to be continued)
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
I was staring out my window last night
Thinking of something fun to write
Something cool So I don't sound like a fool
We all know how kids can be cruel
To be accepted is the number #1 rule
I started to write about the climate
And how protests turn into a riot
Personal info is no longer private
Then there's Hollywood sickness They can't deny it
The other way is where they look
Innocence is what they took
The core of our existence has been shook
People missing out on a sunset
All for the internet
That's everybody mindset
On a serious note
I'm gasping for air I'm starting to choke
The man has his fingers around my throat
Big brother is watching there is no hope
Get me a rope!
Cant forget about drug distribution
With no solution to the plastic pollution
That's my conclusion
Bullied kids filled with anger and hate
With shootings in every state
That's enough to make you shiver and shake
No turning back it's way too late
The future generation is full of snowflakes
Make no mistakes
They will do whatever it takes
To rid the world of all it's hates
Pump the brakes
We're going to fast
Moving towards a head on crash
Open mouth insert foot
There's no such thing as half way crooks
That's trump
I'm stumped
There's a bridge I jumped
I'm fallin
I Broke both my legs now and I'm crawlin
Billionaires and they're little friends
That's the trend it's not pretend
No prosecution if you have money to spend
What kind of message is that supposed to send
Castration is what I recommend
Father of nine
Online
Messaging young girls for a good time
That's a crime
That can damage a family for a very long time
Teens on the world stage
Displaying rage
Just like a dangerous animal trapped in a cage
They are traumatized at a very young age
Their future is bleak
It's time to turn up the heat
And hit the streets
And scream and yell! At everyone they meet!
Seven days a freaking week!
Planes falling out of the skies
They don't know why
I think I'll pass, I don't wanna die!
We can't deny
That the media lies
Opiate epidemic is on the rise
No surprise that it's Ruining lives
The Earth is sad I can hear it's cries
Well that turned out to not be fun at all
I need some psychiatric help who can I call!
Love jumped up one afternoon
and as I sat reading a book,
she kicking my door in
and took me in a dream wonderland
full of surreal life,
and Salvador Dali was there, painting
and Picasso sat smoking a cigarette,
and thumbing his nose at Dali,
but Dali smiled and kissed his feet.
Love tugged me by the hand, as an impatient mother
would do to her child in a candy shop.
She showed me a cloud,
and on that cloud was the twenty-seven club
smoking weed and drinking whiskey and playing music,
Jimi Hendrix playing his fender Stratocaster with his teeth,
Jim Morrison and Janis Joplin singing away to a blues tone,
Kurt Cobain and Robert Johnson were no where in sight though!
And I sat with them and I talked with them and I played with them
and I sang with them, and they loved me,
and we were happy,
and Love pulled me again and she kissed me on the lips,
and showed me three people who had broken my heart,
and they were dressed in grey and frowning,
I did not laugh and I did not cry, I just stood and stared
(they were ashamed to look at me,)
Love pulled me into her own little place,
on her own little cloud,
I sat on a throne decorated with gems and rubies
and their sat a table full of food and drink
and Love came close to me and fed me and cuddled on me
and kissed me and made me feel safe and secure.
She was a beautiful goddess, that Love girl.
She smiled and it made my heart jump and skip
and she held me close and there I trusted her
and trust I did to her.
I closed my eyes and I feel asleep and dreamed about anything that I wanted to.
Dream after dream of beautiful and glamorous things that made my head spin!
Love was by my side the whole night and day,
and there she was every single day,
in what felt to be May
and she sang a song;
that made me dance and kiss her more and more.
That day Love jumped up and kicked in my door,
was the best thing that ever occurred to me.
.1.24.2014.
Go ahead just tear me apart inside…giving me no way to reside.
I dare you, hurt me one more time.
There are times I wish you would never exist.
You’re the overgrowing cyst. Just won’t go away.
Your words are cruel and harsh to my heart;
I wish we can be apart.
You have given me nothing but pain in my life…
and caused nothing but strain to your wife.
I don’t know who you are anymore.
You’re not related to me that’s for sure!
I ignored you for a reason, to have a clear head and season.
You had no right to invade my privacy, as I stood frightfully…
laid on my side you thought I was asleep.
My breathes were steady but steep.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive.
But for now I have just got to move on and live.
You don’t control me or my life.
Nobody will nobody can. Stop trying it’s not worth working yourself until you’re dying.
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no!
never, would reach
to the moon
- the scorpions!
I wasn’t there that day you left us
Music blaring
Engine running
stationary.
I wasn’t there the day they embalmed you
lined up amongst others in state
But I imagine the dead waits patiently
Still
I would have wanted to hold your hand,
While you parted, drugged and suffocating, breath.
I would have wanted to wash your feet,
While cold hands cleaned your flesh.
That day of final parting.
Your descending white coffin,
jerking unceremoniously, not stoppin’ ,
I dropped in the poem no one would ever read,
definitely not you (I knew you would if you could).
Red roses thud thud dropped as if knocking on wood.
Delivering the death notice (again) – putting you to bed.
(Like that knock on the front door weeks ago)
Sick reminder.
A stranger friend trying to take the shaking shovel;
I grunt jerk back possession from the face at the end of the tunnel.
There’s a difference between throwing dirt over shame,
Stranger friend,
than to cover her - clout enfolding, protecting, that which remains.
Five shovels in, it comes floating down by;
(Unnoticed that day)
Pure and white
the feather touches down amidst the dirt.
So ....... you…
Drunken interlude and weeks gone by…
The first winter drizzle cleaned your black granite stone,
whilst late afternoon rays still try to warm your bones.
White frost on black tomb announces winter,
As I notice the yellow roses reading,
“Miss you - Mom and Dad”,
had wilted.
They hung themselves…
I drop down bitter bereaved bruising my knees,
And try to crush your gravel blanket.
as the granite shards draw blood from bare hands,
I weigh my ashes on your scale.
My flesh is heavy but my heart seems empty;
I would’ve joined you, taken your place,
because like you, from my day of birth -
My soul screamed suicide.
I smile as irony hits;
As we were kids, so it was now:
You always jumped first no matter what I drew.
So ....... you…
Rest in peace my little sis.
Johan Venter © 2014