Best Likely Poems
On a winter or fall’s eve, dark and deep,
snuggled in my bed, I’ll be fast asleep,
but online (if Sandman acts unkindly);
there is where most likely you will find me!
In spring or summer, I’ll be having fun
just sitting with my pen beneath the sun
on my patio writing poetry.
There is where most likely you will find me.
Each Friday to a movie house I go
in early afternoon to see a show.
Because I revel in good fantasy,
there is where most likely you will find me.
If I’m not at work or shopping, it’s a time
I can relax or lose myself in rhyme.
In my home with hubbie, feeling comfy,
there is where most likely you will find me!
Written March 16, 2016
For "Where Will They Find You" Poetry Contest of Marugu MO
Categories:
likely, life,
Form:
Kyrielle
All the windows down.
Shades drawn.
Door locked.
Against the imitation mahogany, a little manila card:
"Check out time: 3 o'clock."
Click!
All dark now.
Hmmmmm.
The Wizard Deluxe 16" Oscillating Fan
makes a lot of noise.
Click.
It's too cool anyway.
Whew! Those ugly flowers on the rug!
I can almost smell them.
And the bedsprings creak.
What am I doing here...
the Big Guy...
the Smart Alec with All the Ideas...
the Joe Who Was Going Places...
the Most Likely to Succeed...
Huh! If they could only see me now.
Well, here goes nothing.
I guess I'd better, now...
if ever, now!
Categories:
likely, angst, death, depression, introspection,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
It is early on in life that Pride meets Ego. In 2nd grade in fact. Pride sits quietly admiring the gold star at the top of his drawing. Ego, sitting close by, slaps Pride on the back, lifts him into the air and tells him he deserves it. They become immediate friends. As they spend more time together, Pride loses his shape, expanding as Ego grows too. Pride likes his new form. It is large. It is powerful.
Later on Ego learns to surf. He rides the wave of forgotten insecurities, gaining momentum with every promotion and A+. Ego leaves behind a residue of “holier than thou" and superiority as he draws back, gaining more power.
Time passes. Pride forgets his glasses every time he leaves the house and instead grabs stilts. He carefully balances Success and Importance as he roams the streets blind. Pride steps on Morality and bumps into Humility but does not recognize it.
Pride and Ego meet again at the corner of Success and V.I.P. They straighten their jackets, lift their noses into the air and arm in arm they take on the city, knocking down marriages and small kids on the way. Pride and Ego walk tall. They are undefeatable. They laugh and twirl, kicking up dust from untouched sensitivities as they walk into the setting sun, watching as Humanity slowly fades away.
Categories:
likely, deep, emotions, journey, philosophy,
Form:
Personification
I took seven xanax
and just before retiring to bed
I secured a plastic bag around my head.
As you read this now, I'm most likely dead.
I most likely died very peacefully.
The best way to die is to die in your sleep.
Categories:
likely, death
Form:
Rhyme
Out of all the relationships I’ve ever been in, few really ever knew me.
Just bits and pieces rehashed, concocted and dispensed from;
A world I know as the files from my performing arts.
But with you it’s different because you’re so damned pretty.
I tell myself to stay Germaine when I’m around you but;
As soon as I set my eyes on you I lose track.
I’m moved by feelings I can’t even name.
You probably know what I mean don’t you;
Younger days and different faces where the blood flowed so thick;
And passion was so hot it set your body on fire,
Ah but the kicker; the ace in the hole; the crux of the biscuit with you;
And moves me most even more then the probable thrill of your kiss is;
It’s all of you that has made my heart beat irregular rhythms;
And that I’ll always remember.
Categories:
likely, love,
Form:
Verse
It’s strange somehow thinking about the times I’ve spent in relationships yet;
Few have ever had the chance to really know me.
Just bits and pieces rehashed and concocted;
From a world he quietly calls “the Halls of Lenny’s performing arts”.
But with you it’s different because you’re so damned pretty.
I tell myself to stay natural when I’m around you but;
As soon as I set my eyes on you;
I seem to lose most of my composure.
You move me from a place I sometimes don’t even remember is there;
You probably know what I mean don’t you;
Those times from another place where the blood runs thick;
And passion burns like an eternal flame that sets your soul on fire,
Ah but the kicker; the ace in the hole; the crux of the biscuit is;
What moves me most about you goes;
Way beyond what may be there inside of those jeans I've seen you in
It’s you; all of you that makes my heart beat irregular and I’ll never forget.
.
Categories:
likely, love, me,
Form:
Verse
The One least likely to understand,
Was the One who knew the most
On broken knees, I cannot stand,
But haunt, do I, as wraith or ghost
The One least likely to be subtle,
Was as gentle as a Lamb
And, Oh! My emotions, deeply muddled-
Woe is me is all I am!
Categories:
likely, emotions, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme
Limericks Lunatics Likely Will Love
Digested, invested, protested.
Reliance, compliance, confidence.
Repeated, conceited, defeated
Repetitive, sedative, creative
Connection, deception, reception.
Tempted, exempted, preempted.
Amenity, obscenity, divinity.
Extension, contention, mention.
Reassured, cured, neared.
Retention, ammunition, suspension.
Liquidate, hate, contemplate.
Elected, protected, connected.
Dissipated, hated, situated.
Devour each hour all the profound power.
Proximity, each extremity in air vehemently.
Distorted, consorted, aborted.
Coincidence, resonance, dominance.
Undeniable, unreliable, viable.
In confide, uncle cried, away shied.
Intellectual, ineffectual, professional.
Resounding, abounding, founding.
Dedicated, decimated, debilitated.
Jim Horn
Limericks Lunatics Likely Will Love.
Categories:
likely, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
I woke up alone..
coping with reailty
but today
i'm thrown to
bring the best out of me
i crack the can
and pull the coke in my cup
glance out the window
at who just erupt
a dear friend
haven't seen in a month
where you been
i've waited to see
you crush..
contemplated
the evening rush
how come
when i wanted you
your well being
i did not know of such
but when i moved
on... you miss my touch
i bet that hurt you as much as
me like a mike tyson punch
Glad to see you back on your
feet... who else could you trust
Categories:
likely, inspirational, on writing and
Form:
Ballade
I woke up alone..
coping with reailty
but today
i'm thrown to
bring the best out of me
i crack the can
and pull the coke in my cup
glance out the window
at who just erupt
a dear friend
haven't seen in a month
where you been
i've waited to see
you crush..
contemplated
the evening rush
how come
when i wanted you
your well being
i did not know of such
but when i moved
on... you miss my touch
i bet that hurt you as much as
me like a mike tyson punch
Glad to see you back on your
feet... who else could you trust
Categories:
likely, inspirational, on writing and
Form:
Ballade
In my bed I lay
Here I want to stay
Let my mind wander astray
In to an ordinary day.
My father persists
‘Up now, you will be late for school’
He greets me with another
Breakfast to go.
Pops is on the porch
Readying my bike
For a quick get away
Granny rocks in her chair
Chuntering away.
I run out, running late
Granny grabs me
‘Lucky girl’ she says ‘to have a place in school’
‘Back in my day girls did not have it so cool’.
My eyes roll
Everyday her stories the same.
Finally I pedal of on my way
I know what I learn today
Will be equalled by my mischief.
It’s a good day – I know I am loved.
Then I am awake
My mind ache
My heartbreak
That ordinary is fake.
My reality persists:
Bandits, bullets and bombs
That took them all dead.
There is no school
No pedal bike, no porch
No breakfast to go
No bed in which I lay.
I used to be scared of the dark
Now I am not
I used to be scared of firecrackers
Now I am not
I even used to be scared of cows
Now I am not.
The fears of yesterday
Now long gone away
Replaced by a lone faced fear
The fear of being alone.
The world has discarded me
I only know I exist.
(In)humanity is busy
With its endless debate
The righteousness of its ways
Its books, its fortune tellers, its fate,
Its borders and its pay.
I am still here
Dreaming of an ordinary day
Wanting only no fear
I am an alone child.
Originally posted November 2016 - Re-posted December 2016 as accidentally deleted!
© 2016 Margo Cami [www.margocami.com]
Categories:
likely, humanity, war,
Form:
Free verse
A LIKELY TALE
Husband beetle gets home late
Not just at seven but well after eight
Wife asks, what’s your excuse
For being on the loose?
Well, I just got inside a window pane
And couldn’t get back out again
I guess I musta dozed
Cos when I woke up it was closed
Then a cat began to push me
And a little boy tried to squash me
Then a girl scooped me up with paper
And ended my indoor caper
She put me outside in the rain
So then I came home again
And that’s it, my sweet,
All I can do is repeat.
She said, well if I had a penny
For each time my antennae
Have picked up that story, honey,
We’d build a new house with the money.
Categories:
likely, animal, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
Does God care? I think
Not… but if she does care… she
Doesn’t care a lot
Categories:
likely, religion,
Form:
Senryu
I A FLIGHTLESS BUTTERFLY
I was deaf because mine eyes were fixated on lips that your words were dripping from
The lips I could see being purified and baptized by a shared glass of rum
you asked me to help with something but you were just as capable as I
And when you’d leave and return it was always loveliness my eyes did espy
You asked me a litany of questions when you wouldn’t answer one
But I’d know more about truth when our conversations were done
All I know is that your thoughts of joyfulness impressed me so
And when asked if I thought our love would come to an end I prayed to answer no
When I first saw you I was stunned by your countenance divine
The first thing you said to me that made me smile I recall line by line
So here’s what we’ve established thusly and up to this point
It is your tangible tenderness that the essence of you came to anoint
But love isn’t always confetti floating gently to the ground
It ends when something tells you that you’re losing what you finally found
Because love is more than dancing on a rooftop on a speckled sky night
And two hearts that meet and both souls suddenly take flight
Love is working to work it all out for the both of you
Love is vowing to do whatever your lover wants you to do
Love is springtime when lilies lift their heads to the sun
But as fleetingly fast as love had begun it can too easily become undone
© 2011.…… Phreepoetree
Categories:
likely, loveme, love, me,
Form:
Quatrain
Would you like to see the prettiest spider in the whole world?
I said “No!” over and over.
Finally agreeing, because my week had been boring.
The spider was more beautiful than expected.
I took photographs of it.
It was a gorgeous combination of yellows, navy, pinks and turquoise.
I ended up winning a prize for these photographs.
Now I am more likely to say “yes" the first time.
Categories:
likely, animal,
Form:
Free verse