Best Libs Poems
POLITICIAN PERDITION
Do you find yourself analytical
When it comes to things political
Corpulent men in suits and ties
Cheat with promises and lies
With true intent we go to vote
To make choice of ass or goat
Labor, Nationals, Libs and Greens
Strut their stuff like Kings and Queens
Have you met an honest Pollie?
Show me one - I'll shout: By Gollie!
With their hands deep in our pockets
They send taxes up like rockets
The grass withers and crops die
For feed and water creatures cry
While there's water up on Mars
And in ‘swamp’s’ well plenished bars!
Trump - outsider - stands his ground
Trait in Pollies seldom found
He treats leaders, lords and Kings
Marionettes dangling on strings.
Never TelePrompt refined
Opens up and speaks his mind
Straight from heart and off the cuff
Uncut diamond in the rough
Mock his lack of history pure
Never going to be demure
He hits back at thrown insults
I care more for his results
So let’s give an admonition
To bog dwelling politicians
‘Had enough to fill your cup
Drink it down! Your time is up!’
Categories:
libs, america, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Why am I missing you in Wyomissing
In Wyomissing where WiFi waves warp Whitman's words
I'm wiki-wishing scrolling through digitized déjà vu
Mississippi .mp3s Mississauga .gifs Missy Elliott remixes
Mishmash of missed misplaced hyperlinks missing persons
Y-chromosomes yearning in Wyomissing DNA double-helix twisting
Your LOLs a lyric lipslock softly #hissing history rewriting
From Issigeac to Missouri's twisted Twitter feed Insta-stories fleeting
Absence makes the heart grow fonder indeed™ (patent pending).
Persisting thoughts insistent as pop-up ads spam in the place where I lived
Roaming data plans streaming memes gone mad mad libs mad love
Enlisting Siri Alexa cosmic GPS Googling "how to forget ex"
To where your heart might choose to compress decompress or stay perplexed
In Wyomissing I sigh and I sit bit by bit byte by byte
Sky vast as the cloud no storage limit limit does not exist
Committing to journey's jumbled algorithm rhythmic logarithm
To find you love my heart's lost rhythm arrhythmia of the soul
Dismissing doubts like spam keep on insisting
Our love's a flame forever resisting
Extinguishing persisting through trials by fire(wall)
Never desisting crossing all area codes morse codes zip codes
Twisting paths and listless constellations celestial navigation
I'll travel far ignoring Terms & Conditions contractual obligations
Transmitting love my heart's submitting committing omitting
To find you no more words omitting remitting or permitting
So here I am in Wyomissing's embrace interface about-face
Memories of kisses a lingering trace copy-paste ctrl+z can't erase
From Mississippi to Issigeac's charm disarm false alarm
I'll roam the world semantics disarm semantic fields semantic yields
But as I search for truth's revelation information overload
A twist so dark beyond explanation quantum entanglement implodes
In my quest I find a terse text next perplexed hex
From you my love "New phone who dis" Dismissed missed kissed-off list.
In Wyomissing where dreams unravel travel advisory
I learned the truth your heart's new travel Marvel universe multiverse
My heart now shattered can't keep dismissing missing hissing
Y R U ghosting me in Wyomissing Existing in digital abyss sing
Y am I missing U in Wyomissing?
Categories:
libs, heartbroken, lonely, loss, love,
Form:
Lyric
If your mindset isn't producing the wettest type of wet, you've forgotten how to dream. How to fall asleep in one state and arise in a realm of possibilities you never thought attainable.
No matter how many times you've swung and missed, haven't you hit a home run every time you closed your eyes? The girl never kissed bears the softest lips. That's the way imagination ad libs.
Few have the ability to paint words over reality, but the first time I did I was an alto in someone else's chorus. You were in the soprano section and every lyric seemed to hum your name.
I can't recall the song, but I remember how you danced in my head. That night when I went to sleep the night air felt like Egyptian cotton. Little did I know, my world was about to change. In an instant, I was destined to always dream of you.
You, the song and the lyric. The embodiment of spirit. The sum of all parts. The high, the low and chances never taken. The home run traded for a double and kinky phone line wrapped around a finger as we avoided dangling farewells.
Have your words ever painted us as a picture? I've kissed your canvas a thousand times and wondered if there's anything sweeter than words that paint pictures.
Categories:
libs, writing,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Sunset. Synergy is moving between chairs
that don't quite match, widening tight circles
of rovers. Muses Cafe, a small cove where
views internalize, so we heave heavy troubles
outside. Minstrel Mary Anne Epp shelters
songs about happenstance. When a server drops
a plate, she ad libs, Save cracks for later.
Heads nod to her witty vibes, bite-sized bops.
Inspiration strums as parlance sighs, Good grief,
my journal's at home. You say, All's fine.
but your purse offers only ONE loose leaf,
curiously room enough for TWO to lay lines.
Pens groove. Friend, you prove that poets can wage
self-determined verse while on the same page.
*For Kathryn
Categories:
libs, friend, love, places, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
Wilted Flowers
What’s happened to Justice
and speaking truth to power
When people protested
With a peace sign and flower
Yes times are changing
Evil has invaded thoughts
The shifting of power
In madness you’re caught
Now you attack each other
It seems so black and white
The poor bow to the rich
Things have shifted far right
Neighbors fighting neighbors
You believe it’s fake news
Instead of trusting your eyes
A rampant liar you choose
What’s happened to Justice
And speaking truth to power
When people protested
with a peace sign and flower
Now people are abducted
Put on planes and sent away
placed in foreign prisons
is that the American way
Allies are unfriended
Compassion not a trace
World order upside down
I don’t recognize this place
Freedoms sacrificed
All to own the Libs
A toddler holds the crown
While you’re stabbed in the ribs
Do you feel the sadness
A shift in the sands
No more coequal government
power held in his hands
What’s happened to Justice
and speaking truth to power
When people protested
with a peace sign and flower
Don’t sleep while it burns
Your country can be great
Stand up to tyranny
before it’s too late.
Categories:
libs, anxiety, betrayal, courage, discrimination,
Form:
Quatrain
Love Might as Well be a Million Miles Away
Demented silence
Thuds dreams to nothing
In empty hands
And desperate lips kiss
Air
Tears beguile emotion to feeling
Something
Anything
Squawking
All of it a lies distraction
From the yank and burn
Don’t look to deep
Into it
A whole life brought to the reckless tip
Says “ Believe in it ”
And the games of a sexual reconnoiter
Appease deliberately
With a numb ball point
That scars wishes on a skin
Which has no other meaning
No other action
Or recompense
But to lay sweating in its own self inflicted
Torment
But would beg for pity
Beg with a berated dog on its belly
To feel something other than this cold empty
Starving
Beguiled by desperation and easy excuses
Never, not, ever, not, to be “a break free”
Of the chains
Sluggishly wrapped
Upon that future
Has no dream but reality
And today has devoured me
Yet again
Conceived in its erudite misuse
And accepting weakness as its only course
The day ad-libs
These fleeting life second-hand moments
Nothing but punishment
For being in love
The bitter doors of its prisons
Bleed
When my hands touch them
Guilty those palms they pronounce me
And culpability continues to deny me
A life
Though through every strip of imagination
I could tune this heart another way
If still my lover refuses
To give in
Then
Love might as Well be a Million Miles Away
Categories:
libs, life, lovelife,
Form:
Free verse
Destroyed cosy inquisitioned in light
Detective sun floods roof lifted abode
Harsh ray revelation, shark menace bite
Adrenaline daggers stab at forbode
Fireplace safe scaffold coughs in sunken fog
Flight frantic response compels departure
Haggard recognition, choked chimney smog
Accumulates lump lung coal disaster
Sorrow will slow her, solo is her plight
Spat at offers smoulder in disregard
Heroine rejects, chest prison gate tight
Ashes of apathy, bleeding heart barred
Swift blow attack ad libs a survivor
Merciless evacuee manuevres
29th May
Categories:
libs, angst, community, stress, surreal,
Form:
Sonnet
I'm trapped in a maze, surrounded by silent walls,
Vicious obstacles, and demons with violent calls
I trip and fall, but I gain the strength, and then I rise
Like holding hands with the Lord, and looking straight in the Devils eyes
I'm mesmerized, but I have mastered Lucifer's tactics,
I'll improvise, and fill all the blanks in like Ad-libs
I've had this, is my cup half full, or half empty?
Depends on the amount of Holy water that's within me
As I, gaze down the corridor, walking the left lane
Condescending into darkness, but Skitzo is not afraid
He'd lay, down and die for the Lord, for Jesus Christ
He shed his blood for me, so for eternal life I'll pay the price
Continuing down the hallway, I'm dazed but not phased,
Flowing rhymes amazed, in such fathomless ways
Through the maze, I I gaze and see a peeking light
When I reach I open a door, and see the angels fly
Is this Heaven? Or am I dreaming I can't tell
I must be in Heaven I feel like I just walked through Hell
But I'd do it again, all over it meant I'd see God
I'll make it there, as long as I keep my pen as a rod
I enter the utopia and I'm greeted by two souls,
As I walk through the gate I felt my body turn cold,
I stayed bold, and I watched as my soul released,
There was instant euphoria, and all pain deceased
I felt my soul leak, but I surprisingly wasn't scared
I looked down saw the ink, spill out into thin air
I reached out to grab it, I didn't wanna let it go
Then I heard a voice tell me, "Don't worry son you're home"
I instantly felt warm again, not questioning what it was
I was used to ominous feeling, now I'm used to the hugs
Angels above, below, and surrounding my heart
I wish I would've known, that's how it was from the start
But with the first heart beat, He gave me a destination
He told me to create art, with an eternal infatuation
Know no irritation, because with this rod I heal the scars
Stranded in thoughts, but I know the distance is never far
Categories:
libs, beautiful, christian, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Weddings most often take place in June because...
a. It's the traditional month
b. More flowers are in bloom then
c. Mother's coerce their daughters to choose it
d. As a little girl, it was the bride-to-be's dream
A wedding planner is most often used to...
a. Prevent the bride from becoming Bridezilla
b. give the groom an excuse to not make a decision
c. deal with overbearing mothers
d. take charge so the couple doesn't decide to elope
Choosing a wedding gown presents a dilemma when...
a. no one likes the only dress the bride loves
b. the bride's mother will only pay for the one she chooses
c. the groom is present and only wants a sexy gown
d. the bride cries when she tries on every gown in the store
There's nothing worse than a bride's mother who...
a. thinks she's the bride, living vicariously through her daughter
b. dresses like she's 20 when she's actually 50 and 'fluffy'
c. gives the groom's mother the evil eye
d. flirts with the groom's handsome father
In dealing with choosing a wedding party, there will be...
a. bridesmaids who refuse to wear a certain color
b. jealousy among them to be the maid of honor
c. fighting over who should catch the bouquet
d. at least one who will flirt shamelessly with the groom
The wedding day becomes a disaster when...
a. It's storming and no back up plan was made
b. the bride can't fit into her size 4 dress after gaining 20 lbs.
c. the couple realizes now that they should've hired a planner
d. the flower girl has a temper tantrum halfway down the aisle
e. yes, of course, this is the place for an "all of the above"
When it's time to recite their vows...
a. the bride blubbers so much she can't speak hers
b. the groom forgot to write his and ad libs, "Roses are red..."
c. the bride's ex starts speaking the ones he said to her
d. chaos reigns when two groomsmen take him down
At the reception, drama takes place when...
a. the best man's toast reveals the groom slept with all the bridesmaids
b. guests are complaining about terrible food, and no live music
c. the groom smashes cake all over the bride's face (hate that)
d. the bride, still holding the knife, threatens to use it
January 28, 2023
The Multiple Choice Contest
Sponsored by Suzanne Delaney
Categories:
libs, conflict, confusion, wedding,
Form:
List
Once upon a time:
a wet market bat eater
turned humanity into mask wearing
double ply paper hoarding survivalist.
Rapist and assorted ogres were being set free
making room for citizens cuffed for walking beaches
san fran libs gave free housing to convicts and druggies
while teachers lived in vans and cars like degreeless hippies...
PEOPLE! this is just a glimpse of what is to come
what happens when a rogue sets off a dirty bomb
millions of desperados will be displaced overnight
they'll disperse into the gun stripped suburbs
frantically -hungry-dirty minded
willing to snuff your life
for a little grub and
a sparkling behind
"crazy" preppers
were oh-so right...
once upon a time.
Categories:
libs, confusion, dark,
Form:
Free verse
© Ben Burton 7/14/2015
There was no rioting
No businesses were burned
Despite the burning grief
From most who saw and heard
A sanctuary town
Like Tombstone in its day
Where lawlessness abounds
Is just a shout away
And what becomes the cost
The villainous descent
An innocent is lost
Which none can comprehend
The father with his girl
The much belovéd Kate
She says, "Help, Dad, I'm hurt"
His CPR can't save
The horrible event
Illegal tragedy
Is seen on FNN
The White House does not speak
For anything on Fox
The libs will execrate
Their petty, sinful box
Won't let truth permeate
Without a leftist cause
There is no one to blame
Since libs cannot be wrong
Too bad about poor Kate
Categories:
libs, dad, daughter, murder,
Form:
Rhyme
Each week leaflets come thick and fast
through my door,
for guttering, glazing and food,
I'm afraid all junk mail will end up without fail
in the bin, and I'm not being rude.
But I do get quite cross with this unwanted dross
that comes flowing through my letterbox
using acres of trees this dread paper disease
is like some new great plague or the Pox.
Election time's coming, the airwaves are humming
with soundbites from PM Mrs May,
Corbyn, Libs and the Greens using various means
to grab my one vote on this Thursday.
And now it appears all the stuff through the post
is from those who would hope to defeat her,
the drivel's the same, I'm fed up with their games
so I may as well vote for a pizza.
Categories:
libs, humor, political,
Form:
Rhyme
George Washington could not tell a lie
"Honest Abe" was too honest to die
Donald Trump ad-libs
Incredible fibs
Leaving schoolchildren to wonder why
Our POTUS is really a jerk
His tweets are a childish smug smirk
To Trump's lasting shame
His management's lame
Its teamwork that makes the team work!
Categories:
libs, education, political,
Form:
Limerick
*Image of Ukraine Chronicles by PJC.
Top of the Charts 2023
1. putin was put in the hit list~~grateful dead now dead and company
play [14th-17th, Cancun, Mexico]
2. your feelings and emotions are left at the door~~on the welcome mat
3. a symptom flagging a rock star climbing the charts~~yellow backs
blues mark
4. hollywooders tip newsmen goodwill ball~~so sly even their stills move
5. hollywood moguls think stars ratings best in courtrooms~~not studios
6. libs think that what is central is between your legs~~not between
your ears
7. teens carded for smokes, alcohol, guns, and movies~~all comforts of
homes
8. kids study hard to be like dads~~first must beat dads in video games
9. it's hit or miss, sink or swim, tit for tat, lies or~~half-truths oh my gosh
10. your souls to God by friendly fire are tokens~~new arms shipment
arrived
11. newshounds must prove their news agency~~best way to I.D. their
bodies
12. make sure that the white flag you're waving is white enough~~and pray
for snow
13. west cash in alleys and street corners~~self-finance efforts and ship
drugs
14. demonrats are busy printing money~~publicans rehide the ink
15. for those who coerce the years of our past~~be prepared to raise the
dead
2023 January 13
*4th Place*
Hit list 2023
~~Joe Maverick: Judged 2023 February 10
*HMS; 17x15
Categories:
libs, america, angst, anxiety, international,
Form:
Monoku
Everything was so chaotic,
People were idiotic.
Nothing was the same,
All the libs claimed Trump was to blame.
Just about all the stores
Had to close all their doors.
There was no toilet paper to be found,
And all of the people were frowned.
The government began to scream,
Which became a common theme.
BE SMART!
STAY SIX FEET APART!
But the people would not listen,
There was so much contention.
People were not allowed to touch or hug,
Researchers were working as fast as they could to find a drug.
Then one day there was a stay-at-home order,
And all the people were no longer striving to cross the border.
Since there wasn’t the usual hustle and bustle,
The world didn’t have so much as a rustle.
Seismologist noticed the vibrations of the earth were gone,
Everyone began to say, “is this a new dawn”?
The earth began to stand still,
And many people were asking, “was this all real?”
What could this all mean?
It has never before been seen.
Prayer became the new norm,
THIS WAS THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM!
©Deborah L. Miller
Categories:
libs, change, confusion, earth, environment,
Form:
Couplet