Best Knock Off Poems
In their dreams…
Yes, please
Whisper indoctrinated dialect
Upon my harrowing song
Yes, please
Remove that scented, plastic tulip
Place it upon my oblivious palm
As if we’re in a Sadie Hawkins dance
Bribing hearts
With petal currencies
Psst, hey
I woke up only feeling like a thousand bucks.
A foreign knock-off made of recycled, rubber bolts
And ambiguity
Please
Tell me I’m priceless with borrowed, high-interest breaths
Liquidate my potent complacency
To become that symbol of an elitist humanity
Yes!
Stroke that clouded, diamond tip
With your sensual thumb
Love stamps of approval
After 6 months of quickie penetration
And co-signatures on dilapidated apartment leases
PLEASE, YES!
Take me to our creator!
Tell Him I am free!!!
I will stand here in virtual observance!
Wait, where are you going?
Come back to me!
COME BACK TO ME!
My wheelchair’s batteries are fading!
How will I stand?!
NO!
…
Sadly, they never validated their reality…
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
knock off, emotions, introspection, life, lonely,
Form:
Free verse
A mischievous season called Spring
Liked to tickle the tree tops an’ ting
And teach songs to the birds
Full of old fashioned words
Oh the rude songs Spring taught them to sing!
Spring liked to laugh, and to run
On the hill tops and wind up the sun
With a glint in her eye
And the hint of a thigh
And her hair down and buttons undone
Sometimes she’d knock off a joke
How the squirrels would squeak as she spoke
And oh how the ****
Loved the sniggery bits
Of the ones for the feistier folk!
Spring liked the tease and the chase
Oh the flirtatious look on her face!
Catch me! She’d say
Always getting away
Well, not always. A time, and a place
A word, Winter said, in your ear
You’re crossing a line here, I fear
Enough of the bants
And the flashing of pants
It’s most unbecoming, my dear
Winter, said Spring, you’re as old
And as wet and as grey and as cold
As a sheep in the mud
While I’ve fire in my blood
I shall not do a thing that I’m told!
And off she went, flicking the Vs
I am Spring, and I’ll do what I please!
Off to dance in the ring
With no knickers an’ ting
And to tickle the leaves in the trees
© Gail Foster 17th March 2018
Categories:
knock off, fun, humor, joy, nature,
Form:
Limerick
Bienvenue en Louisianne, ma bonne cher!
You're here for the Strawberry Festival Fair?
Well c'mon! Drop your stuff and pull up a chair
Bring all your buddies and see if we care
It's party time in Ponchy, Lou-isianne
Three hundred thousand packed in one tiny town
Come in shorts, a bikini or just a nightgown
We ain't gonna' care, no we ain't gonna' frown
So don't you dress up now, ya'll come right on down!
It's party time in Ponchy, Lou-isianne
Food everywhere that you sure won't refuse
(If you got the money, there's plenty of booze)
Lotsa' good music that will knock off your shoes
Cajun and country, rock & roll and da' blues
It's party time in Ponchy, Lou-isianne
So come on now, Sha! What the heck you wait for?
Don't make me DRAG you out on to that floor!
We'll dance away the night we'll party til four
Jump up the next morning and dive in for more
It's party time in Ponchy, Lou-isianne
Ponchatoula, LA USA
Categories:
knock off, adventure, holiday, time,
Form:
Monorhyme
Johann Sebastian Bach
Found that bread gave him creative spark
He would eat a whole ciabatta
Then knock off a fugue and toccata
YOUR BEST QUATRAIN Poetry Contest
Categories:
knock off, music,
Form:
Quatrain
be strong
we all be long
set your tone
to carry on
don't get decuess
knock off the dust
and
STANDUP
Categories:
knock off, adventure, anger, betrayal,
Form:
Light Verse
We knock off books,
it’s what we do.
We knock off books,
so librarian, Kit Mew
will have to put them back, you see,
We turned Kit Mew, into a busy bee.
We knock off books,
to irritate;
we knock off books,
till very late.
Kit Mew hates mice but,
she won’t catch us;
we hide in the walls and
we’re always above.
We knock off books,
we make a mess;
Old Kit Mew
can’t pass our tests.
because all of the books we knock off shelves,
we always love to, read ourselves.
Hey Kit, Hey Mew
There’s just us two.
Two mice who like to
aggri-va-a-a-te you.
C’mon Kit Mew, just put them back,
don’t give us any Meow’y flack.
Categories:
knock off, animal, books, cat, cute,
Form:
Rhyme
I live in the city that never sleeps
Time square lights shine
While the sun creeps.
Homeless men rush to the big tin can
Of left over meals
Teens vamp through the night,
No sleeping pills.
My fellow citizens
Shop so late
Club stays open in Brooklyn
Way past eight.
Catch a ferry to Staten Island
Or a nice boat ride in Manhattan
A Broadway musical
Staring Jasmine and Aladdin.
A Yankees game in the Bronx
On a nice sunny day
Mr. Softie drives by
While all the kids play.
A booster on the street
Selling expensive bags for cheap
And Knock off shoes
While he watch out for police.
Knicks game at Madison square garden
Carmelo Anthony hits 30 points
A Rikers island bus
Releasing inmates from the joint.
New York City is my city,
The city everyone wants to meet.
It stays awake as the sun creeps
My city never sleeps.
Categories:
knock off, community, environment, humor, new
Form:
Free verse
my pastor bought a plane with the church money
michelle flyin' first class to china like it’s her money
don't even go to church anymore, y’all are wastin’ my money,
makin’ me live poor so you can buy that alligator clutch you adore
you claimin’ it’s a knock off, please, tell me more
i swear this type of **** makes me wanna blow my brains out all over the floor
get the **** out of office, and lock the mother****in’ door
take your lyin’ ass back to “honolulu”, we don’t want you anymore
1.3 million on booze, and it’s our tax dollars you use
and then you wonder why we all stand here lookin’ confused
your privileges were abused, our dollars misused
we asked for explanations, every time you refused
but everything is excused, ****in’ peoples’ lives up and you just sit back, amused
this is why i’m confused
Categories:
knock off, america, crazy, how i
Form:
Verse
SPORTS INJURIES
I come in at number seven for Wanoona cricket club,
to face the bowlers from Dargetta, a mob from out the scrub.
I was doing pretty good, right up ‘til I was forty-four,
and then a bouncer dropped me cold, so I couldn’t bat no more.
My world was spinning ‘round in circles; I’m in a gyrating waltz,
until confronted with the first aid box and the evil smelling salts.
I was feeling like the morning after a night out on the grog,
and with nine down and six runs needed, I’m back batting in a fog.
Just hold your end up urged my partner; he’ll knock off the needed runs,
but I kept seeing two balls coming, as if they’re fired from guns.
Dargetta showed no sympathy, they still bowled at quite a pace,.
When another bouncer got me; me nose was splattered ‘cross me face.
This time it was more serious, the first aid box was useless now,
for a broken nose and flowing blood, needs more than they allow,
so it’s off to to the outpatients, to see if they can fix my nose.
I held a towel up to my face, and blood covered all my clothes.
I booked in to see a doctor, but then sat out in the foyer,
and half a dozen people passed and suggest I see a lawyer,
then a bloke who’s anxious joined me, and so for what it’s worth.
I watched him pacing up and down as if his wife is giving birth.
He was dressed in golf attire, so had come straight there from the course.
I tried to calm him down a mite and seek out to find the source,
of this fellows agitation and why he’s in this panic state,
but when a nurse confronted him, I heard about his nervous wait.
The nurse asked the bloke if he’s okay and heard his shaken quote.
“My golfing mate needs to remove me golf ball, driven down his throat.
He’s being operated on right now”, and then I heard him drawl.
‘I hope they’re bloody careful, and don’t do damage to my ball.’
Categories:
knock off, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
You frown with disapproval since you have a pedigree.
Born in the USA, you say, ancestors crossed the sea.
Proud of your German heritage, and I am just a hick.
Your phony pearls, your knock-off bag, you always look real slick.
You treat me like I'm nothing with your nose turned up so far.
I'd rent that space if in the need of a place to park my car.
But a shiny cover does not value always quite equate.
I'm sure your "antique" silverware is only silver plate.
No, value comes from something more that's hidden deep inside.
It's born of love and empathy, not silly, baseless pride.
It doesn't come in just one color, an accent or a creed
Hitler was rich but I'd rather come from Cesar Chavez' seed!
So I'd rather have an ice cold beer with a gifted Mexican
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafes of Berlin!
Categories:
knock off, character, discrimination, hate, humanity,
Form:
Couplet
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
You are my boyfriend,
And I love you!
But the roses are wilting,
The violets are dead,
I've heard you've been cheating.
I'll knock off your head.
Categories:
knock off, funeral, roses are red,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Hey there Sweets, take my hand,
I'll lead you into my candy land.
Tell me which flavor do you adore,
take a taste and taste some more.
I'll be right over, please do wait.
I love your candy, it tastes so great.
I'll offer up my soul to your fate
If you put your treasures on my plate.
Red and white stripped candy cane,
Twisting down it drives me insane.
Peppermint is a guilty pleasure
When in lick after lick I can measure.
I am partial to your Sweet Tarts
All your flavors are off the charts
A mixture of both sweet and sour
Like I'm sucking nectar from your flower.
Oh Sugar, won't you try my Pop Rocks
Those little pieces will knock off your socks.
With a crackle, crackle and a pop
Against your tongue it will not stop.
Please don't stop, you get me going
When I'm with you my sweet tooth is showing
I want a bite of your Kit K
Come on and show me where it's at
M&Ms, Kisses, sucking on a lollipop
Once we get going we're not going to stop
I love it baby just like I knew I would
I'm on a sugar rush and it feels so good
I will go to the greatest of measures
To sample all of your guilty pleasures
Come on and take me by the hand
As I come inside your candy land.
Categories:
knock off, candy, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
The hat I wear fits well
Even when I take it off
How long I’ve had it, it’s hard to tell
At it some may scoff
It’s not new, not old, not a knock-off
I do wear others
Without them, I couldn’t be
Like so many mothers
I have a hat for my family
And one when my time is just for me
With different styles and places to go
My hats go with me everywhere
Cooking, cleaning, dinner, or a show
You may care or stop and stare
At the hat I place upon my hair
My favorite hat is the one I choose
That keeps me true to myself
It’s the one I most fear to lose
More than my health or wealth
When not on my head, it’s safe on a shelf
Categories:
knock off, family, life, may, me,
Form:
Quintain (English)
AN ODE TO THANKSGIVING
‘twas the night of Thanksgiving
and all through the feast
not a creature was stirring
not even a beast
The turkey was laid on the table with care
in the hopes that Melissa and Kaitlyn
would soon be there.
They feasted and feasted
‘till their bellies were full
when all of a sudden
a noise came from a hole
A mouse who was quite small came up
out of that hole in the wall
It squeaked and squeaked
and gave such a fright
that they ran away screaming
into the night
But then all of the sudden
there came a big clatter
as the mouse was scrambling
upon the fruit platter
“Wait’ it said, “I’m just like you”
“I would love to be your friend too!”
Melissa and Kaitlyn squealed with delight
as they picked up the mouse
and ran from the sight
They ran through the feast
and then through the kitchen
when all of the sudden
the mouse started ‘twitchen
“Wait!” said the mouse,
“I heard a noise:
I think it was because of those very large boys-
the boys who are eating Chips Ahoy!”
Melissa and Kaitlyn turned in disgust
thinking that those boys were nuts
“How odd!” said the mouse
“that they should have a part-y
and forget to invite you and me!”
So they went and stole a chip
from the bag that was resting on his hip.
But when they ran back to the feast
they ran right into that big old beast.
“Stop!” the beast said
“or I’ll knock off your head,”
“hand me that bag and you be alright.”
“just as long as you get out of my sight.”
They gave him the bag and ran right away
To go take their leave, down to the stock of hay.
It had been a long day
so they slept in the hay
and dreamt sweetly
of their Thanksgiving Day.
Categories:
knock off, happiness, native american, pets,
Form:
Bio
Sight of lightning, something to behold
Lighting night folds in tans and gold
Magical fingers illuminating sky
Vanishing zippers, blink of an eye
Showers begin, melting sugar, spice
Drips pelting skin, certainly feels nice
Dancing ballet, lovers admiring puddles
Foregoing rubbers, desiring warm cuddles
Licking streams of tears, salts rain’s taste
Ballet waltz, flicking droplets caress face
Blinking wet lashes, then dreamy surprise
Steamy gazes, lightning flashes brown eyes
Yes, enjoyable sight, winter’s dark morn
In formidable strength, thunderous storm
Without wonderous love, might be frightening
Yet shared delight, the sight of lightning
Love's natural storms knock off our socks
When lightning shocks like a jack in the box
Written 2/15/18
Contest: Describe a thunderstorm without sound
Host: Brenda Chiri
Categories:
knock off, light, love, lust, rain,
Form:
Rhyme