Best Loose Poems
Where did she go- she left me in a spin,
with words disjointed- where do I begin?
She took my thoughts held tight within her arms,
and now I fear I'm left without her charms.
My missing thoughts and words in pieces lay;
without a plan, they'll stay in disarray.
Where did she go, that artist of my soul?
Without her lead- no thoughts, no words, no goal.
My muse is on the loose- oh help me, please!
She's gone for good- or is this just a tease?
My muse is on the loose, what happens now?
I'm crushed, forsaken- this I can't allow.
I looked into the den where books are kept;
high up, upon the shelves, and then I crept
down cellar stairs among the antiques there-
returning to the second-story stair.
I looked in every corner, neath the bed;
no sign of her, but then I soon was led
up to the attic by its window view-
entranced, she sat, and that is when I knew.
My muse was on the loose to find new scenes,
and now beside her, inspiration streams.
The vision of the mountains, valleys, sky-
so beautiful it made me gasp and sigh.
Together we sat weaving thoughts and words
while hearing the sweet lullaby of birds.
I learned a poet's muse must be set free-
sometimes to find new views successfully.
September 4, 2016
~2nd Place~
Contest: When There Is No Inspiration
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 10/08/2020
~3rd Place~
Contest: Strand Select 5
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 01/07/2020
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Muse On The Loose
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 09/12/2016
(Iambic Pentameter in Couplets)
I accidentally let one loose -
I was tipsy and had no excuse
It happened at the rare breed’s zoo
When I decided to cuddle a cute kangaroo
As I crept into the fenced off enclosure
I struggled to maintain my composure
The joey leapt past me, I just couldn’t stop it
as it bounded away like a flaming rocket!
I tried to catch it by grabbing hold of its tail
but I slipped on a grape, and let out a loud wail
I could see the joey bounce away into the distance
It was clear I needed professional assistance
I got the attention of the kangaroo warden
She turned on me like a demented gorgon
and shouted at me, the air turned quite blue
as we both chased after that small kangaroo
The footloose joey demanded more intervention
His keeper spluttered words too rude to mention
The kangaroo bounced away at lightning speed
We needed to ensnare it, the keeper decreed
We were joined in the chase by the local vet
who used a long pole, on the end was a net
He managed to place it over the joey’s head
Soon joey was captured and locked in his shed
I tried to apologise until I was puce in the face
But they wouldn’t listen, said I was a disgrace
As a result of my action I’m banned from that zoo
I guess I won’t get to cuddle a baby kangaroo
I accidentally let one loose Contest
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7/7/18
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Somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow I lost my w a y -
Forgetting all the heartache and sorrow I found a way to s a y ...
MY passion is within my journal-
I starve for each new verse-
My parchments dependency eternal-
My pen has become my thirst-
Belonging to something brings healing inside troubled m o m e n t s -
Longing for redemption eases my feeling of my forgotten a t o n e m e n t.
My MUSE flows freely-
As I softy write a stanza-
I can write a sweet story-
Of a passionate extravaganza-
I desire keen senses ON midnight's twilight i m a g i n a t i o n -
My fire keeps burning with each delight of a poet’s a n t i c i p a t i o n.
THE meter can be quite difficult-
Blank verse fills my void-
Impassiveness can be principled-
My compositions never destroyed-
I sing a symphony of lyrics that reveal my intimate e x p r e s s i o n s -
I bring epiphany into my rhymes that appeal to my d i g r e s s i o n s.
Alliteration in versification-
My quill has been seduced-
Intense devouring revelations-
My poetry…a muse on the LOOSE.
Couplets with internal rhyme
followed by A-B-A-B rhyme
Originally for Muse on the Loose Contest
Judged September 12, 2016
Written: September 6, 2016
I dig into the open wounds of self preservation,
and hear
...from way over there,
my love jingling in your pocket
as if it were the loose change
in your wet dreams.
You were always numb to the mirror,
taking comfort in the blind eyed
discontent you've reigned in
with hard strokes of denial,
making your makeup seem
a little more made up in the dim lighting
of reflection.
Don't you think?
It was never about making love,
it was about forgetting.
My hips were a glowing red exit sign,
on the route of
....screwing life away.
Each moan, a promise that
even though you were dead inside,
you could still make a piece of the
world shake.
Maybe even make something break.
And that made everything seem
a bit more tolerable...
until I started thanking you
for the damage inflicted.
The pain I felt, assurance
that I was alive.
I'm not sure why that
took the fun out of it
for you..
I still screamed bloody murder
when you sunk your teeth into
newly adjusted nerve endings..
The pain, more real than ever before.
I guess you never meant to
take a ride with someone just as
damaged as you.
You were hoping to be the only
ghost in this city, still bound
to a carnal playhouse.
But baby..
I was a corpse long before I had any change to spare.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Gardening in a dress
Figured it would be nice and breezy
A red wasp had his way with my back side easy
One little wasp caused alot of mess
Ten stings/bites caused me alot of ouchy
Then itching beyond control of sensitivity
I accidentally let one loose
After drinking some apple juice
I was in line at the five and dime
It was loud and obviously mine
People stared, they did not approve
Covering their faces, they were not amused
The stench was so strong it actually oozed
Embarrassed, my face red, I felt so gaffe
I couldn’t help but laugh, and laugh
I laughed so hard I let more loose
People gasped and left in a mass
To my relief I was able to pass all my gas
7/8/18
Any July 2018 Poem contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart a.k.a. broken wings
“Let Loose”
The draw of the heart stings,
pulls me up like music strings
into the never-ending universe of you.
Your majestic symphonies unheard,
are felt in the imprint of each word,
and pull me up into your unravelling,
a beautiful symmetry,
pearl stitching the unknown mystery
that is you.
I feel the poetry that stings you
in every word you breathe,
where in dreams, keys are played
in abstract scores
and love,
gone black and white,
no colour, is for another's Kafka page.
I watch you strum your heart strings
like they are golden chords
runaway with the wild things,
Let loose -
I start to believe,
in better things.
The draw of the heart stings,
pulls me up
like music strings,
into the beautiful secrets
of all bigger things;
My silent voice sings
Candide Diderot. ‘26
A muse on the loose. Oh, where might she go?
Special moments in life that made my heart glow
she visits with sentimentality -
to gild cherished memories of family.
Through scenes of a novel or some picture show -
a muse on the loose. Oh, where might she go?
Moved by great drama or by tragedy,
she sprinkles a flavor of melancholy.
To mountains or flowered fields or to the sea,
she's ready to gather the majesty
of nature around her! From beaches to snow -
a muse on the loose. Oh, where might she go?
From daily events of simplicity
to things unexpected that happen to me,
she gleans inspiration, then the poems flow.
A muse on the loose. Oh, where might she go?
Written Sept.8, 2016 for the Contest of John Lawless:
Muse on the Loose
So much is lost in time.
Words are taken in the wrong meaning.
Soon te bridge is but a scar of memory.
Sweet moments but a fargone reflection none of which
I choose to recall.
the laughter stale as the beer in this smoke filled room.
Music heals but stabs us deep.
Cents for the pain.
Numbers the tune.
Her body is there but not for anyone to
truley know.
the backward thougts with forward visions.
The emptyness my home hollow in the aftreglow.
My return is long overdue and to soon my exit.
A thief of emotion that exist only within my pen.
Has it been lost all over agian?
fortune teller knits a future ... time pulls at loose threads unraveling
Let loose and laugh,
As life is getting so hard;
Ease the stress and pressure,
Getting off the house of cards.
Wearing a relaxed joyful smile
Carries a high-grade wealth;
Furrows fade away from face,
Heart shall beat in health.
Wellness is indeed a treasure,
That no one can deny;
When a heart aches in sickness,
Price to pay is too high.
Turn tears into laughter,
So your mind takes it easy;
Worries and woes will wane,
Fleeing from your memory.
Laugh your heart out
To prolong your lifetime;
Old but happy man is lucky,
Smiling so sublime.
Listen to jokes in delight,
Whole wretchedness is cut in half;
Give yourself a little break,
Let loose and laugh.
took off on a wee spree
wild abandon of free glee
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Loose Pocket Change
A whistle blew
And out went candlelight
It’s wax ,cascaded and crystallized
It’s tears, warm and heavy, emptied into the deep
A bouquet of wilted flowers
Before the grave
Dark shadows of death
Stalk and circle those in blackouts
Black birds crow and fill the mind and burry the spirit
Sunken fishing boats
Bare hooks
Empty nets
Loose pocket change
In a pit of a bag
Stolen instruments
Black water under the bridge
Dirt and grime consumes it
Garbage and human remains float
Garlic peeling at the harbor
Women’s work
Men burn firewood for charcoal
Children get home schooling
Come feeding time, children fight
Typhoon blew stick houses down
Rice and grain swept away
Momma pawns everything
To open up her shop
Placing a bet on her life
A promise to feed her husband and lad
In the ruins of the slums
Hunger bury those who go without
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
09/17/19
I must here expound of ( the Bradbury pound ) so bear with
Me 'soupers' and even share this around..How treasury notes, can any Nation re-deem, its a ladder to exit your
Countrys debt; (thats obscene!) And your treasury's know full
Well how' debt free funds can be put' into action yet the
W E F does not want them to open that book.) How your
Green back dollers are wilting; wasting away..' So i advise you to do
Your research and get your 'emails or even letters off today'
For in Britian a barrage of such soon begins.' Call on
Your representatives to (expose the treasury's sins)
rachel reeves, in the U K, is to be called to explain' why Britian is stuck in a debt trap..It will soon be given her plain.'
And the same in America, in Australia in the world.' Why not
Recognise our debt free assets.?? Its time insanity is
Adjourned.! Or better still cancelled..Like the bi-monthly
Trips to ( Basel again in switzerland ) strange? that country
Never takes a hit !! Yet most countrys reserve bosses go
There time and again.' Where they take un-recorded instructions
( on keeping countrys in schtuk ) with impunity and rapaciousness these ( un-known ?) banksters plan raids..
Boosted by war fundings hook.. Its really that grave.' Like evil
Funeral directors they appear to be moved, by such acts in
Bergen belsen or aushwitz; or many such places so cruel'
They profit from sympathy..And plan the next scheme be
It covid or monkey pox? Or there was thelat 'dark winter theme? Yet there is an antidote ( and its you; people you!!)
So get cracking with the emails..' and you'll finally break
Through.) Break through to financial stability and a world
Of less pain.?? Its all now.! Or never' (Or be happy with nothing )
Just let that sink into.' our brains.)