Best Look Out Poems
I’m trying a new refreshing write
My blessed Soul word out of sight
Maybe my view should truly change
Having a good look at new poetic range
I don’t want to upset the infamous P.D.**
The one who’ll police me in 3D
Undercover poet, that apparently is not?
If I reach for my pen, he’ll take his shot!
On the run with out my needed soul
I better hide in that deep dark hole.
As he Ass kisses all those lovely ladies
Maybe he wants to have their babies??
Taking advantage of his poetic power ;-)
I bet in reality he’s as sweet as a flower!
What horrid word’s I use without my belief
If I get caught, he may smash out my teeth!
A poet on the run from a cop so hot?
In P.Ds eyes, a poet, that I am not??
To be or not to be, that is his question?
Fountain Pen to my head, I’ll sign his confession!
Banged up in this inspirational cell
“Not a poet” written on walls of limerick hell
“P.D waz here “ plastered for all to see
As soon as he reaches for his pen, you better turn and flee!!
(Welcome and embrace our new Poet friend
I’ll love and embrace him until the end
I trust he’ll visit my poems, and call them crap
That’s my plan, body armoured up, ........I’ll just have a nap.)
**Poetry Destroyer
Only Kidding P.D. And welcome :-)
Obviously, i can't tell you what form this is!!
When an SUV crosses my path,
My brain quickly does the math.
I move over fast
And let it get past,
So it's rear bumper faces my wrath!
The sign he reads out loud, “There’s holes ahead.”
The Rip Van Winkle Bridge quite disturbs me.
A story book that’s come to life — with head
To lose. My dad inches along bravely.
The chickens must brood o’er a dicken’s deuce.
We steer to the left and the right, afraid.
We stare at the grave pavement claim, the goose
Of golden time, the sleepy hollow shade.
The radio plays somber tunes, as Cole
Never imagined death— the Catskills fresh.
Diedrich Knickerbocker, lots of soul,
Could tread the troubled water’s edge — refresh.
Let’s build our solid homes, not on the sand.
You’ve guessed! We flew the coop, hopped on dry land!
5/18/2020
Bridge over troubled waters Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Used howmanysyllables.com
1.The Rip Van Winkle Bridge - a cantilever bridge from Hudson, NY to Catskill, NY
2.There was a real sign on the bridge that said, “Holes ahead.”
3.Washington Irving wrote the story of “Rip Van Winkle” and “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.” In the latter, there are people who lose their heads. At one time he wrote by the pen name, Diedrich Knickerbocker when he wrote a satirical book about NY history and politics.
4.Shakespeare used the term “dickens” - deuce being another term for the devil
5.“Chicken Little,” was a children’s tale where the chicken “was afraid,” the sky was falling - it wasn’t!
6. In “Jack and the Beanstalk,” Jack stole the goose that laid golden eggs.
7. Thomas Cole - created the first paintings of the American landscape
8. I grew up with the colorful history of Dutchess County and thereabouts.
Big Bertha wore a custom-made silk bra
When hubby first saw her, he was in awe
On their very first date,
He was in a dazed state
She decked him with one huge boob in the jaw
05/12/2023
Contest: A Funny or Bawdy Limerick
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
I dig the magenta gel
you view the world through, brother.
But, at
the same time it has been nigh on
a year since my candidate won the election, and
maybe you and everyone like you should just let it go and
realize the world hasn't ended.
Yeah, yeah.
Go ahead and say it's only a matter of time before some
redneck assassinates him.
I don't care because you're wrong.
No one from your school of thought has the guts anymore.
maybe if this were the sixties one of you might try something, but it's not.
And you won't.(innard deficiency)
Conversely, this is an age where sore losers whine like
babies when they don't get their way, watch lots of Bill O'rielly, and stockpile
ammunition and non-perishable food.
All because we live upon a
landscape of
Change.
LOOK OUT, IT'S GETTING DARK
Look out, itís getting dark
Time never strode
Viciously before
Treachery, torment
And unleashed lust
Demonstrated route-march
Even at broad day light
Look out, itís getting dark.
Daughter has not reached home
Look out ÖÖÖÖ.
Clutches of evil
So visible, virulent
Brutish libertines
Clung in air embodied
Tender child
She is not at home
Look out-
Sharp beaked vultures
Incorporeal
Invisible,
They flap wings,
Ugly luring of tongue
Resounding rhythm
Vagrant beasts roam, grunting.
Celestial bodies, guardian angels
Keep eyes shut
Look outÖÖÖÖ
Way side brooks
Bogs lay bare
Ferocious shades in darkness
Fireballs roll from gut to throat-
Dispassionate halogen lamps
Hostile streets concealing
Treacherous holes
And ferocious bipeds to pounce
On pray.
Itís dark
As dark as the Black Angel
Our daughter-
Look outÖÖÖÖ.
A wail on wings of wind
A choked scream-
Nauseating odour swells in air
A shadow at the rear end
Of St. Joan street.
Stage sets of a trap pit
Scary shades, bitter fruits
Of calumny, distressing.
Arresting with claws
The black scorpion stings
Prey shivering in fear, disgust
Flames, flesh burning
A self immolation
Crumbling down to ashes.
Our daughter
Look out-
Itís dark
As dark as Black Hole
Devilís stake
Charred body-
My cherub
My blood-
She is not at home.
Night spreads heavy shroud
Over our dreams.
A death knell mourning
Slovenly
Crushing life
Our life
look Out your window.
By Ian Van D. Chandler
We all look for infinities,
In this artichoke world.
Above mistaken me.
There are pleasant humming bees.
settled to watch so far up,
yet, I’m here. Just away.
we had walked between the gardens,
finding a following foot print,
to where we’d been.
Though here I go.
At the waves, I looked both ways,
these nowheres, leave everyone alone.
Look and see, as I stand here with my chisel.
I swim for the largest tide, floating to the deepest hole.
But reminded of all the scars,
every itch,
all the splinters,
etched on all driftwood.
in the walls, I know they’re always there.
Losing what I’d known, stepping on every flower.
It’s losing the child in the rustic play ground,
to the crying for the bark. When you run away,
when the grass welds to the shaking hand,
for a moment every bugs’ awake,
think for the tree branch, that sheltered you in the rain.
Utter to scratches on the glass. Smudging over my only clouds.
between the forth, so passed gone, together I’ll be,
so follow me gone.
The letters where, no matter what I’d be:
A sketched boy,
the erasing man,
together apart, left for more.
There oh’ there.
Beyond the sill,
is
When the weather is cold
we complain,
When the weather is hot
we complain,
It’s to windy !
I hear you say,
Theres not enough
breeze to dry my clothes today.
Why does it always
rain on my day off ?
Why does the sun always shine
when am at work ?
Can you remember snow,
My grandchildren say
’’what is snow ’’granny
Why are we never satisfied
when the sun shines
phew…...It’s to hot !
When the wind blows
brrrrrrrrr….It’s to cold !
Are we never satisfied.
Why don't we appreciate
what we get
We need the different
elements…...........
Look out of the window
see the beautiful colors
of trees and flowers.
Look at all the different shades
of green,
Our weather is what makes
England the green and
and pleasant land it is.
Joe was waiting, a'biden his time he needed
A vegetable? well almost' He was checking out
Different kinds, a man name of 'guido calabrese'
Looked a good option? if you please '
A blue ribbon judgement, to be offered to him
To get Hunter in Yale, he would have to sin!
All evidence would be kept safe, so to say'
The right combination, then hold and sway !
When it was sorted, all said and done.
Though hunter raised hell' he was his son!
Yes he snorted and courted, disaster; angst'
Yet their master was not to be stood up against
On the horns of dilemmas, opportunitys grew'
joe had ridden so many, more than he knew.
Oh so useful to have emergencies near
You could control coerce, instilling fear!
Division was sweet.! Indeed it was key
Just hold all the cards, and he'd stay
Scott tree !
Needs just must when the devil does drive
Head on swivel...
Circumference free...
...take in all mannerism...
In silence all word...
In silence all gesture...
...All actions flee...
...The adjudicator within...
...Principle of mind dilate...
... Conformity of the masses...
...Stands in great debate...
...Principle of mind dilate...
...Caution in the wind...
...breeze tapped out message...
...Conformity of the masses...
...Stands in great debate...
...The adjudicator within...
...Caution in the wind...
...Head on swivel...
Circumference free...
Look out, beware!
Watch it, take care!
Don't enter that church, dumb bitches,
You'll end up right little bitches,
Depends if you get a dud,
Don't accept such crud,
It's not your accountability,
For so called men's inadequacies,
Make it his problem, not yours,
Weddings can lead to divorce,
So don't go in that church, dumb bitches!
You'll end up right little witches!
LOOK OUT- small print
I really should ‘a read the fine print
Cause that’s what makes all the trouble
The fine print, the fine print
Does anyone take the trouble?
To read the print that’s got so small
And so faint, on paper that tares so easily
Should we bother to read it at all
But with the magnifying glass we wearily
Proceed to get to the end of the fine print
It’s a never ending source of pain
For nothing really as we never gain
It’s all in the favour of the vendor
Or, if needed the mender
It’s no better in this new and modern age
On the computer that’s all the rage
On this site or that, there it is the fine print
And it’s a fact, nobody can look in this age
On any site without that dreaded stuff
Up it comes with a great big puff
And do we read it not at all
Now it’s many pages long for all
Tick this box or that else you get
Many a thing that you regret
Not reading all that very fine print
The fine print we should ‘a read
Many start with good intentions
But after umpteen pages we bend
So much trouble to read to the end
That everything becomes in such fuddle
Oh we all are in such a muddle
What did we really miss
When it came to that tick list
Always remember though it’s true
I really should’a read the fine print
12-4-16
Always remember who you have got to look out for...It's you
And only you who knows your inside thoughts and truths
You don't need the evidence as you have the proof
Because when push comes to shove we are all on our own
As people, friends and foe they all come and go
But we can take from them, what they have shown
So if we read between the lines and follow life's directionless signs
We may feel lost but who knows what we may find
These new dilemas might make your mind and body so tender
You may feel like you're falling from the edge of the Earth
But never give up.. this is no surrender.
"Look out People”
Crying in our room, waiting for something,
We swear we'd would never, wait for it again,
He gave you his word..but his words are just lies,
Satan in our wildest dreams, we never thought we'd go,
But it's time to let you know....oh...People look out for,
Look out People for Satan will do you wrong,
Satan is going to harden your heart,
He'll make you swallow your tears,
He'll turn his back on you...and...leave you standing alone.....
All of our life we've been waiting in this loneliness,
We've been waiting for a feeling...as it never, will came,
It feels so close, and always disappears....
Satan, in our wildest thoughts, We never had a clue...
But it's time you got the news......oooo....
Look out People for Satan will do you wrong,
Satan is going to harden my heart,
He'll make us swallow our tears,
He'll turn his back on you...and...leave you standing alone.....
Dr. Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD
Copyright 2015
LOOK OUT
Look out I say, look out must beware, mindful must I repeat myself...no not so
Look Out
Be most cautious, alert, steadfast, attentive, steadfast
Look Out
No regrets, misunderstandings are maybe so..
Look Out
Inquire again look out stop your foolishness. Wow you didn't see it coming did you?
Look Out
Single ladies unattached dis-engaged, perhaps nonselective,
casual or just careless.
What is your objectives are would it be foolish to ask?
LOOK OUT
By: Deborah Vines