Best Keep Down Poems
Walking my Tiger home, if only I had known
in the small print of the sale there was a claws
in a nutshell it was leading to instructions about feeding
if I'd have known I would have stopped to think and paws.
Fur this big cat ain't no Vegan it eats food like Becca Teagan
in fact any living creature roaming free,
which fills me with disquiet since the Tiger's fussy diet
means the only thing at home he'll eat is me.
In retrospect, methinks I should have bought a Lynx
it's much smaller and so are what it will munch
if I'd thought about it sooner I could have got a Puma
since there's cattle up the road he'd have for lunch.
And what would have been much neater is an elegant young Cheetah
since they leave us human people well alone,
much much better than a Panther, that would not have been the anther
since all there'd be of me left is my bones.
So the motion I have carried is to go off and get married
and when the Tiger's ate and belched and had his fill
get re-wed to some more wives, they'll have short but happy lives
and they'll help me to keep down my feeding bill.
For contest 'Walking my tiger home', sponsor David Lindsay
Life's Hard
It's filled with pain
And misery
My mind is stained
Stained with every memory
Sometimes I think today will be my last day
This place causes me so much pain
I wish I didn't have to stay
Some days are worse than others
I'm starving
Dying for food
I'd do anything
To many things go through my head
Will I be able to keep down my next meal?
Will I live for tomorrow?
Is this terrifying place even real?
I feel so alone
Yet I'm surrounded by people
But this place could not be called a home
There's no life in these places
Or in these faces
Everyone looks dead
As so do I
Most of us haven't been fed
My eyes have been marked
With these dead bodies that lay upon the ground
Without a soul I still look at them
Soon I may be found
As one of them
In this dark corner
Of this dark room,
I sit in the shadows,
I sit in the doom.
I see a light,
A light right ove there,
I cannot reach it.
No longer its there.
In this large group,
Of people I love,
I feel so alone,
Like everyones above.
This isnt a choice,
Of choices its not.
To be sad and depressed
I just think a whole lot.
Through my mind runs some thoughts,
Thoughts of rough times,
The times times of great hurt,
The times of great crimes.
Crimes done unto me
Seems jail would be fitting.
"Oh stop being sad,
Your overreacting."
Though stopping I cant,
Its not my control.
I guess I can try.
Cause its getting old.
If your life is bad,
Well, heck, so is mine.
If yours is so bad
Keep down, dont shine.
I'm scared for us all.
For the world that is.
We are all dead,
Only a few people live.
No one can change.
Not even me.
Cause lifes filled with misery,
hurt, death, not glee.
Listen up now,
I have something to say.
If this all is ending,
Its ending today.
In this dark corner,
Of this dark room,
I sit in the shadows,
I sit in the doom.
These four walls that surround me today are casting out shades of grey. They are holding me in trying to keep down but now I'm profound. They have held me down and kept me hiding for quite sometime that somehow I must escape and be found. Then here and now and of a sudden a great wind has came and caused these four walls to collapse right in front of me, setting me free, letting me go to where I can be me out and about for the world to see me run and play, getting around even praying for you today. So as I stop to pray I realize that's it's here and now on such a beautiful blessed day,giving thanks that I have found you today as I got out of those surrounding shades of grey and walls of many colors,honored and blessed for this day reminded me that we were all made the same. So now I will continue my journey and collect all the beauty I see that belongs to both you and me.
Housewives peer from behind dirty windows
Catching signs of the scurrying nightlife
They know killing time is really a sin,
Though they can be absolved by watching Ellen and her wife
Where you can rediscover the inner you
She’s got one so you’ll want one too
Can’t call that greed it’s already yours
And coming up after this break.....it’s the daily chores
Stacy cowers beneath the roar of her make up
Had her eyes opened now she just prays she would wake up
Every nerve exposed to the daytime jury
An army in skirts, ‘hell hath no fury’
While next to her sits the great unwashed
He took all her dreams and had them squashed
So she’ll take the tea and sympathy
She just don’t like her slice......Of Modern life
Meanwhile a demi god is sulking in rehab
His powers gone his plumage so drab
He ponders how his life took this nose dive
Was it that third album?
The stuff they found on his hard drive?
And now his life’s laid bare for all to see
He’s the poster boy for grim reality
But he’ll turn this round, he’ll be back you’ll see
If he can just keep down this slice….of Modern life
And there through a gap in the trees
You thought you saw Albion
Endless rolling fields
Under a golden sun
There through a crack in the wall
You thought you saw paradise
But when you looked again
It was only
Your modern life
Zoning by micro-climates my
Yards' spaces, and then
Xeriscaping them to conserve
Water because of the drought, I can
Visualize neat straight furrows
(Under colorful vines
Trailing red, green, and purple grapes)
Saturated with various seedlings:
Radishes, squashes, sprouts, etc.
Quietly absorbing sunlight, and
Pushing roots deeper into my
Organically amended soil.
Nasturtiums, previously planted,
Misdirect insects away from my plants.
Ladybugs, and other predators, help
Keep down the hostiles that got through.
Jumping forward from Spring to Fall,
I can imagine picking tomatoes from the vines,
Harvesting football-sized zucchinis,
Gathering various root vegetables, and
Fruits from bushes and trees.
Eating unwashed sweet peas
Directly from their pods.
Cooking pies from mixed berries I grew;
Baking pumpkin bread or zucchini bread.
Agonizing again over what to plant next year.
Another job
Get yourself another job,
Says the bloody Tory snob,
Commo’s under the bed he says,
Dead an buried are those days,
Few Commo’s left Magog…
(Communists)
Trying 4 a job to get,
Tory buggers will not let,
Want the contract, just with me,
Lowest wage bidder, gets it see,
paltry greedy type of snob,
Cheapest worker gets the job,
Builds a Tory money tree,
More greed & frequently,
The rich get richer Bob,
On the sweat of thee,
Yet the unions had their way,
Got us wages for today,
Greedy master wants it cheap,
Keep down the worker, it’s a sheep,
Exploited in every day,
As the super rich do say,
Import cheap workers,
snitch,
but judgement comes to they,
born poor and in the ditch,
next time 2 suffer nasty itch,
more suffering the more
on bones of butt 4 sure,
clean bowled without a stitch,
why the suffering deplore?
Not knowing, doesn’t click,
Un-remembered crimes before,
Logic, God’s and mans do mix,
Cool reaping, are you poor?
Ol sheep…
Don Johnson
My long time friend Bill enlisted in 1962
Back then he said, "It's the right thing to do!"
He served his country with vigor and pride
Fought in the jungle and watched his friend die
A machine gun severed three fourths of Bill's leg
He cut off the remainder though never begged
as the enemy stood over him, machetes in hand
Bill's company blew Vietcong all over that land.
He was then sent home, wheelchair bound
but Bill O Hara you just couldn't keep down
He opened a law office, put his "smarts" to the test
And that damn machine gun stayed screwed to his desk
His favorite passion was to set sail to sea
Forgetting his problems for there he was free
40 years passed since he left Vietnam
and no matter the day, he still hears that bomb!
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Contest: World of War : Vietnam
Sponsor: Miranda Lambert
Submitted by: Judy Konos
Conundrum
In this sad world of pain and dark dismay;
Each sundry soul has his own price to pay.
For life's sweet favors we must pay the sum.
Both for today and all the days to come.
Winners and losers we must forever be.
How much we win or lose we soon shall see.
Some lose money or in matters of the heart.
For love and money from the fool depart.
Some lose their freedom, others lose their friends.
I in consternation find, that I lose pens.
Some lose socks, or combs or petty cash.
A careless junkie might misplace his stash.
Though I read the good-book and keep down my sins.
However hard I try, I lose my pens.
Some lose elections battle worn and sore.
Some play the market and end up very poor.
Bankers and agents give them out for free.
Yet alas there are no pens for me.
To sign a check or write some wisdom quote.
To make a list or send my love a note.
Nice ones, cheap ones, they are all the same.
They are gone as quickly as they came.
Winners and losers, we and all our kin.
I am a writer, sadly, I lose pens.
Sensual as and so sensual is,
When fire ignites, the dead have risse,
You can’t keep down the passion earned,
Over wrought, with rigid squirm,
Heat and steam and vision blurred,
Fascinated, and completely stirred
Thought is gone, deep wanting heard,
For meatballs this is grim,
Is he about to swim,
Or droopy has returned,
Soul lit fire is searing burned,
Until the right is sweetly termed,
An interface of passion will,
Stir solutions so instill,
Estacy is very nice
Don Johnson
Stepping out, the smell of smoke hangs in the morning air,
plastic cones and tubes and sticks are littered everywhere.
Another Guy Fawke's night has gone, bombarding all the senses
the night sky sounds and looks just like the Moscow air defences.
All year we're told be clean and green for the environment
but every November the fifth, I don't know where that went.
Keep down the noise, respect neighbours, can't say fairer than that
but once a year under the bed I try to calm the cat.
If laws are put in place that we can ignore once each year
then maybe, come this New year's eve I can, and without fear,
( although my missus likes the fact my love for her I hog)
go find some boozy ladies for a real good drunken snog.
Doesn’t matter what you say
Doesn’t matter what you do
It doesn’t discriminate
Not even against you
Keep playing games
Living life in the fast lane
You’ve been warned – better take heed
Don’t think it’s a lie, you better believe
It’s all on the radio
You see it on TV
Don’t keep down this path
I’m telling you, listen to me
It’s an epidemic
All over the world
Taking out races
Men, women, boys and girls
Your skin color/sexuality doesn’t matter
It doesn’t care
It’ll get you whenever, wherever
It is everywhere
It doesn’t care that you think you are tough
You think you are hard
This thing right here
Will trip you up and down you’ll fall
There’s no cure
Just life-prolonging meds
I’m telling you
It took out Charlie, Lynette and Ted
So many ways to get infected
I’m telling you, THINK, don’t hesitate
HIV/AIDS
It doesn’t discriminate!
I don’t personally know of anyone who has contracted HIV/AIDS, but I hope that
anyone reading this knows the importance of being extra careful and
understands that this disease is deadly, it kills, it does not discriminate.
One is very open minded
And one is a little shy
But if you try at night
And the price is just right
You can buy some Pride and Joy
And when your feeling lonely
They're something to enjoy
It's always much better
when you get them together
Love feeling my Pride and Joy
We can play at my place
We'll just have to keep down the noise
I'll give Joy a great ride
While I swallow my pride
I'm consumed by my Pride and Joy
Well my rhyme is almost over
But before I say goodbye
Just give them a try
They'll bring a tear to your eye
Overwhelmed by my Pride and Joy
~Billy Hitz~
sit down
they tell me
sit down
calm that voice
calm that spirit voice
thats wants to revolutionize
and change hateworld
calm that love
calm that spirit, they say
fearing day of love
fearing reckoning of truth
sit down
sit down they say
sit down they say
sit your thoughts down
sit your love down
sit your truth down
they say
they want to sit the truth down
they want to shut the truth up
I will not sit down
I will stand
I will stand erect and proud
like a lovesoldier that I am
searching for truth eternal
too moral
to hold
too moral to keep down
too moral to keep silent
do not tell me to stand
I will stand guard like a good soldier
I will stand.
Another job
Get yourself another job,
Says the bloody Tory snob,
Commo’s under the bed he says,
Dead an buried are those days,
Few Commo’s left Magog…
(Communists)
Trying 4 a job to get,
Tory buggers will not let,
Want the contract, just with me,
Lowest wage bidder, gets it see,
paltry greedy type of snob,
Cheapest worker gets the job,
Builds a Tory money tree,
More greed & frequently,
The rich get richer Bob,
On the sweat of thee,
Yet the unions had their way,
Got us wages for today,
Greedy master wants it cheap,
Keep down the worker, it’s a sheep,
Exploited in every day,
As the super rich do say,
Import cheap workers,
cheep,
but judgement comes to they,
born poor and in the ditch,
next time 2 suffer nasty itch,
more suffering the more
on bones of butt 4 sure,
clean bowled without a stitch,
why the suffering deplore?
Not knowing, doesn’t click,
Un-remembered crimes before,
Logic, God’s and mans do mix,
Cool reaping, are you poor?
Ol sheep…
Don Johnson