Best Kneecap Poems
within Zieglerville, pennsylvania
genuine snow white hair
upon her noggin doth adorn,
perhaps she will divulge to me (in private)
after i croon (to said lass),
the melody of Jimmy Crack Corn
hmm...or, maybe this mission
perchance twill be doomed from the start,
and hence finding me forlorn
thenceforth, a backup contingency measure,
would warrant me to don my thinking cap,
and for extra ordinary reinforcement unfold
each Taj Mahal shaped ear flap
plus (for reinforced ironic steeliness),
aye also resort to buttress
any aural "stormy Dani yelling)
via walled in interlap,
which accouterment functions
as a double agent i.e. (or,
to be rather crude),
an audiological jockstrap
to vet or figuratively kneecap
any unwanted infiltrating leaping lap
ping "FAKE" distracting news
inducing madcap
mass media circus
driving this generic teetotaler
to pour himself a nightcap
essentially providing wig gull room
with very little margin of ear err, or overlap
against bigwigs to trumpet pap
pill low ma rendered free and clear
asper insidious (mama mia) paparazzi
charting imp pea ching fear
bringing out bare arms
most likely something internuclear
simply to discover visa vis authenticity
if cute employee
(sporting hair
white as the virgin snow),
which doth simmer and glare
blindingly, thus necessitating sunglasses
(I choose the Ray-Ban brand)
as recommended by cited
all time favorite pharmacist
who unwittingly (or simply because
my myopic eyes didst stare)
fixedly - drawn to such a darling (doll ling)
explaining any reason to go THERE
to CVS - that tis where.
I will tell of love in fourteen short lines
Remember when you chipped bone in kneecap
So much pain for you and me nothing fine
Knee pain for you for me nausea trap
You had surgery, nausea had me
One baby in arms another womb bound
When you came home, total care you no glee
Beside chamber nausea vomit round
Daily existence for weeks ugly trap
Baby, husband's care between nausea
Holding baby my only relief gap
Situation had me deep undersea
Love is deep when one gives beyond their strength
Giving beyond the call of duty is youngth
oops - can't do it
can't stay at the computer too long
this chair is really hard on my back
i'm still feeling that sciatica pain
that hollow tube of pain from my lower back
down through my kneecap and a little further down
sometimes all the way down to my toes
sciatica sucks
(all the energy out)
sciatica!
Twilight off darkness
opening past scars entering
into those violated by unpleasant dreams
Dumped in a canal left for dead
trailed through a wooded area an unknowing victim
tortured for hours without mercy or shame
I prayed to God to save me
with all the strength that he gave me
charging these vile beasts
falling to the ground broken
I fell in my last fight for life
Dumped where no one would find me
tears falling inside a labyrinth
raping over and over again this mind
Ghosts appear knowing no bounds
dark suckling on a soul's blood
I saw myself lying in the water dead
nothing seemed real it all felt dreamlike
without pain praying in my dream
awakening to awful unbearable pain
A day had passed
I awoke legs and body under water
In such aches tearing into my being
to see the Devil's own dancing drunk
torturing me trying to break my legs
casting me lower than an animal
the smell of fear ripping at the heart and soul
Lips hanging apart such a nightmare
one eye almost out off the socket
I roared to the Heaven's crying
oh God look what they have done to me
hours it took to trail myself to safety
One kneecap was off the joint
the agony was unreal caked in blood
trailed myself to safety passed out
awakening in hospital
doctors said it was a miracle 79 internal bruises on ex-rays missing vital organs by small fractions they said judging by your injuries I was left for dead then they thought i would loose my sight as my iris was damaged thanking God I am still alive I am writing my book called the Irishman's hell for 5 weeks of hell I ate with a straw it was this month many years ago this happened something has brought it all back
Her memories had her waiting
for his oft' tardy appearance,
and in her patient time
perhaps wondering,
"Has he ever noticed the scar
below my kneecap?"
His litany of lateness'
was covered by a bond
of mutually assured affection.
She'd never hold him to a sundial.
And in those times together,
four eyes flickering
with a lingering seep of memory;
each owning a piece of time,
holding it to savor,
watching her, pleased more
by her company
than any assistance,
silence seemed to have been there,
waiting for them.
And in that moment's breathless anticipation
his realization was;
he'd wait an hour to watch her mouth,
the scintillating way words
unspooled from her lips.
Please pass me a double with 100-proof zing
No, I’ve no money, but I’ll pay with this ring
Yes, it’s a diamond yet it lost its luster
I found him with her; my mind did fluster
So I tossed the harlot out of our house
And called him a thoughtless cheating louse
I’ll need more booze if you want to hear more
There are some trespasses you can’t ignore
Shot him in the kneecap, crippled that lout
So now there’ll be no more running about
Hey, that ring’s two carats, worth a refill
I’ll take another shot of this swill
I tossed him the cell to call 9-1-1
My goose is cooked; the law will soon come
Fill one more to go ‘fore I hit the road
And thanks for allowing me to reload
*Entry for Natalie’s “Confessions to a Bartender” contest
In a world where slavery is a mercantile trade
remember to be grateful to your legs
though they limp
I shall remember to thank my lips for the tired yawn
that activates the nerves each grey day
though they reek of charred tobacco
I shall remember to thank my lungs
for purifying my soul while walking on grass
though I pant when I miss the elevator
Membranes beyond the nose
for safe ventilation
eyelashes that gag emotions
the kneecap for play and prayer
you're a deal
bearing down as the heaviest weight imaginable
it doesn’t look good in the mirror
it doesn’t do your taxes for you
it doesn’t read you bedtime stories when you can’t sleep
it doesn’t provide comfort when you have nothing but fear
it doesn’t allow you to rest when you have worked so hard
it doesn’t give you a gold star for being a good girl scout
it doesn’t do a thing
but draw down your skin
& make each step harder
each step a possible stumble
a possible snapped bone
or gash in your kneecap
which may heal when you are young &
you may jump right back up---
but as the years take their toll,
it may become more difficult to bounce right back
like that inflatable clown you used to punch
when you were just a
kid---
but the thing is,
that’s really all you have---
just like the clown,
you have a thin skin of bright colors and a smile that will wrinkle
when the air inside is let out---
so you keep that smile wide
and those eyes peering
bouncing back and forth with every punch
coming right back to as close to a stable balance that you can
until the next fist comes---
we are all engaged in that spiteful rock against the
wind---
time,
throwing fists at us, and more than not,
connecting---
but we keep bouncing
with that creepy smile on our face,
caked on makeup &
bright fire orange hair
until that moment when
lady gaga
sues us for
copyright infringement.
New update, November 15, 2022
Caleb saw the orthopedic surgeon today. He said that he did not break his femur, but the patella(kneecap) dislocated but went back in place, there is bruising, and possibly torn cartilage. He is sending him to PT for 2 weeks then he will see the surgeon again about the torn cartilage. Prayer healed the broken bone and it is a much less serious injury, but it still hurts, is swollen, and needs time to heal.
Thank you again,
Sara
Sometimes the kneecap is sitting in
An unbalanced way
This can cause the kneecap to slip out of the joint or
Put more pressure on the thighbone
When Jericho was with me on the peak
Of Mount Tai he fell to his knees
Causing bursa inflammation
A common type of knee injury of football players
He initially didn't weep, but
I encouraged it
Medical benefits of crying have been known
As far back as the Classical era
Like a purgative, draining off
Releasing stress and emotional pain
I told him on that mountain summit
To think about poetry and he thanked me
It was Winnie the Pooh that set him off
Written By: D. Collins 9/14/21
Back in the days, the Elders weren't lying.
Sometimes I get up and hear cracks 4 or 5 times.
The hip gets to hurting with any sudden moves.
Walk slow up the stairs, and hold the rail, fool.
Whenever feeling the urge, just slow your roll.
When shooting basketball hurts, you know you're old.
After doing some things we have to sit a little longer.
Forgetting we can't do things we did when we were younger.
I hear things Crackin' and Poppin' every time I move.
From the back of my neck to the top of my shoes.
Behind the kneecap, including hamstring and groin.
When I raise up, it's often in major slow motion.
Not only does your hair tend to get Moses gray.
The body tends to follow. Maybe off by a day.
Then!!! To top that off, women go through heat flashes.
Just stay in your lane, and keep Poppin' and Crackin'.
Ripped my eyes out and glued them to the back my head. Had to watch my mouth and back, for they were left for dead. I never had a shoulder to cry on, to comfort the stress. Alot is on my brain. But it won't let my tounge confess. My heart was pullin my leg when it said it loved my blood. So I cut my nose to spite my face, then threw it in mud. My lips held secrets. My index made it pinky promise, it wouldn't snitch. While my palms itched for a profit like Nostradamus. And destiny had a bone to pick with me. She never wanted opportunity to fall in my lap. But when it's time to ride, I just buckle like a kneecap. With this iron fist, I conquer and rule crowds. Sitting at my throne, I keep my head in the clouds. So, hand the world to me on a silver platter. I'll place my thoughts on the moon and show you mind over matter...
Each poem’s a web that I hang (time-smoked adage
that swirls in the sky) and dream seasons rare eyes!
With no thought of entrapment or hope of ingesting,
rhyme longs more to bless you, verse whispers, “Hello.”
Heart’s a door I crack open, not yearning for new friends
(though some are OK), but in faith, where faults too
(my aired laundry), serves Waylaid, integrity dearer
than platitudes floated that barely mask sin.
My hope’s some will see life’s reflection (not presage,
taste sugar glazed donuts, hear soft lullabies),
feel in spirit less lonely, grok I’m not protesting
God’s judgment at all! Still, it’d be a low blow
to lose Grace (I can’t work for), catch Hell (on free weekends).
Religion first-authored life’s “Catch - Twenty-Two?” (1)
How can ‘Word of God’ be a fresh ‘Truth’ to each hearer
and stay ‘Word of God?’ Is ‘Grace’ all and ‘Faith’ spin?
Are poems groked better than Bible in man’s hands?
Fools try to sell Scripture; there’s honor in that?
Are priests practiced deceivers who break the meek’s kneecap
or servants who look more for truth in blessed lives?
Let us question like children, delight in God’s purview
that floats light as stones when they bounce on time’s lake.
Our God’s Truth is still true though we don’t understand it;
we live in Love’s aspect, find joy in His smile.
Let Ringers walk home or be grist, plate for God’s guile!
To pitch by ‘just’ rules can put me in a snit!
But I’m fonder of Grace now than cat batting snowflake,
no strikes, balls, or fouls called, and no I O U!
Still, I lean towards a title and draft my incentives
for pitchers mean little when muse is on tap.
And if chewing’s your pleasure, then chomp on this format.
A Christian’s the one who won’t bunt God’s commands!
Brian Johnston
Poet’s Notes:
This last stanza was fun. I was not a big baseball fan though (except for ‘workup’ in grade school).
(1) ‘Catch-22’ is the title of a famous book by Joseph Heller. The title suggests: You can’t be insane enough to be excused from doing what needs doing if you’re intelligent enough to know that those already doing it are nuts!
Mute Mutterings
Of Carolyns Confessions Bartender...
Pistol packing momma lay that pistol down,
as the old song goes:)
sounds like the probby was suitably addressed,
bullet in kneecap, just a little perplexed,
back in ya corner you ***** cos your next,
hold on while im sukkin me last cigarette ...
on ya cobber, mine....Don
The world is in a spiral spin,
negative needs reversing in,
is the fix another bloody war,
blood n death of millions more,
yes mankind's mortal sin...
very just and kind of words,
hope, humanity, not unheard,
every man is just a brother,
every woman may be mother,
on the healthy scale of things.
Tony, beware of the deep,
the thoughts that creep,
memory searches one,
shut your eyes n go to sleep ,
and memory canters some,
beware the deep, of thinking some...
Bob
different views, different states of mind,
what is important, to that fellow of kind,
some of the spiritual, some money blind,
kindness to all doesn't leave us behind?
Don Johnson
On a hot summer night
To a nightclub we danced
My girlfriends and i
Music entranced
There i was
Giving it all
When something happened
That made me fall
In disbelief
Dancing to MJ's beat
My kneecap snapped
Broken real neat
The doctors said
It was the strangest break
The pain you have
Will keep you awake
No more standing
For weeks to come
I'll let you know
Don't be so glum
In the heat of summer
Long days stuck in
Watching TV
Looked after by kin
I long for the day
To get back to school
To be with my friends
Who are all real cool
The miss of my friends
Sends me round the bend
No job, no money
Parental spend
This lucky young lady
Has a caring mum
If it wasn't for her
I sure would be glum
So Julia, i said to myself
Your not exactly, left on the shelf
I will get better, wait and see
Back to dancing, 123
In time I'll look back
And visualise
The angel who helped
And realise
That was my mom
I love her so much
As only mums do
That loving moms touch
This poem was written for a dear friends daughter, get well soon Julia.
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