Best Madden Poems
Silence is deafening
Like a dungeon dark hallway.
Door after close door of bounding
Moans and groans, and painful
Yelling gasping for air.
I sit in this cold
Dark cell shivering with my
Blacken thoughts.
Am I the only sane one?
Am I the only healthy one?
They come in and out
At all hours to poke and prob.
I, a human, a pin cushion
Ready for use.
Trying someplace else to delve
Madden hunger for More pain.
In isolation with no touch for comfort.
They in hazmat suits
Because they cannot breathe my breath
Or touch my tainted skin.
Claustrophobic in these four walls
Lord, please save me
From this darkness and pain;
Meet my exhausted lids to rest.
All I see are the haunting eyes
Of the ghost that had passed
Veiled in fear white sheets of snow.
12/15/2020
Woo the woman
Love the lady
Mellow the maiden
Manage the maid
Garnish the girl
Dazzle the damsel
Bar the bimbo
Latch the lass
Silence the siren
Moor the mermaid
Net the nymph
Madden the madam
Tame the tart
Court the courtesan
Nudge the nurse
Null the nun
Shun the spinster
Strap the stewardess
Venerate the virgin
Vex the vixen
Vacate the vamp
Curb the coquette
Con the concubine
Whack the whore
Whip the wench
Pooh-pooh the prostitute
Slam the ****
Harem the harlot
Screw the shrew
Dally with a divorcee
Eschew the enchantress
Wallop the witch
Garb Godiva
Jail Jezebel
Lambaste Lilith
Dump Delilah
Gore the Gorgons
Harness Hecuba
Xpunge Xanthippe
Wed the widow!
~03/08/2013
~Contest: Your Personal Favorite #2
~Sponsor: L Milton Hankins.
Maddening thought to process such a word
Mad definition defining more than anger
Mad upset feeling fever flushed climatic danger
Mad mangled minor class offense verse major
Madly suggestive messages a madden proclaimer
Mad made digestive mental notes selective
Madder matters making moves motioning more
Minds mad capacities hijacking brains plane
Mad makers massive maze uncontained
Moistening our various vented veins change
Mad to be or not to be?
Crazy…
Facedown on the carpet I just knew that I would die,
the red obscures my vision as the blood dripped in
my eye,
I never saw it coming, tell me, how could I have
slipped? But let me back it up a bit and tell you bout
my trip.
My mother was the type who gave me food but fed
me lies, the woman gave me life October 5th of '85,
while growing up I always knew that something was
amiss, my 16th birthday's when I found out true lies
do exist.
October 2K1 my goodness, it was such a time, I
lived my life the 'seat of pants' way, out there runnin
wild,
my b-day gift from Uncle Sal which I was blown
away, a nickel plated 22 he called a 'throw away'.
Mom Dukes was straight addicted to a lithany of
drugs, my father died absorbing quite a lithany of
slugs,
I thirsted for the streets and no amount of love could
quench, to now possess a firearm, it all now
seemed a cinch.
I had some people over to the crib to celebrate, my
little cuzzo Pop and plus my homies Rell and Nate,
we had the PS2 because that Madden game was
heat, you know how things occur sometimes when
you expect it least?
It seems that day my mother really snorted up some
blow, she had assorted stains of snow which
showed around her nose,
when Moms got high the sky could fall and she just
wouldn't know, she also had a case of real loose
lips because of coke.
Now everyone was chillin, plenty happy times for all,
then Moms approached my Uncle Sal, the rising of
my fall,
she then just spoke out loud enough for everyone to
hear, 'Why don't you claim your son right now while
everyone is here? !
The music stopped and pinheads dropped I'm
thinkin who the F? Now cheery Sal with teary smile
embraced me to his chest,
'I'm sorry it was done this way but yes there's
sumthin true, I have 2 sons see Pop is 1, the other 1
is you'
I fainted, dropped my brew and don't know what I'm
gonna do.......
To Be Continued......
My dad brought home Mario around 1986.
We plugged it in right away and started busting bricks.
Tecmo Bowl and Baseball stars were next in line to play.
Me and dad went head to head almost everyday.
Contra had its jungles and I became the best.
Gunsmoke was my favorite shooting up the west.
Mortal Kombat hit the screen and made my parents scream.
Madden made his football so we could live the dream.
Then they started changing and became to hard to play.
Now days you need a manual and it takes up half the day.
But even though I'm grown now with lots of bills to pay.
When my wife and kids aren't looking I'll sit down and play.
Dustin Self
(Video Game extravaganza Contest)
Who is he who skips the mountains crest
and in the forest takes his play
who wanders flowering meadows blest
and paints her majestic peaks by day
Who roars like a bear emerging from his den
rises from the sun rays shadow
and walks within the misty glen
He casts his pigment panegyric to adorn
to the art of beauty has his soul he's sworn
Plaited music to the rising hills
and lack of virtue does lament
insinuates the want of justice
in images our minds can print
He bubbles forth like fountains
which escapes the rocky cleft
one cannot ignore his passings
without him our cores bereft
Thought frightening his acquired skills
he's hidden his gems within
so blinding is his casing
the breadth of imagination there begin
Who is he who opens his hands
to show the colors of his world
whose arms are the strength of captains
where the banners lay unfurled
So casts his umbra like a rainbows wake
through the veil of his heart does life partake
And madden hearts of maidens
blazed the trails of his quest
in rich diversity is he laden
what is his name , have you guessed
Some have named him legend
and to his core he's prime
he's entertained the multitudes
deep is the well of captured mind
I put forth the question
where can his like be found
his grace upon inspection
and in it's wax be drown
The edges of his borders
are not yet mapped and plain
for he has concealed traits
he has buried deep within
He seems not to understand
the skills he's left untapped
another side that's left alone
within it's fear is capped
So in my words I've framed him
a lesser picture of his soul
I counted him among the men
where womens hearts have been made whole
Whilst I realize this is one of those short
diversions from what I usually write
while I know he does not see himself
this way many do.......but this is how
I see him
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Do not stay too long in the mirror
I will descend in your memory
Do not stay too long under shower
In tactile filigrees you’Il remember me
Do not stay too long in the mirror
To stop the raindrops is very hard
To stop the plip plop is very hard
I will come out as your bard
I know you will let your guard down
I will be your bard in the drizzle
Do not stand at the Jasmine window
At the window sill your hair I will blow
Do not stay too long at the window
In the north wind I will be the snow
You'll madden yourself for the flakes
To stop the pink surge is very hard
To stop the fountain is very hard
I will be there as your bard
I know you will let your guard down
In the surge I will be your bard
One day the rain drenched you and me
Do not go out in rains toward the sea
I will make you think of me madly
I will be with you in huddled love spree
Together we will walk toward the sea
To stop the past rose from coming is hard
I know you will never forget your bard
To stop the fragrant shadows is very hard
I know you will let your guard down
To stop the past rose from coming is hard
Do not stay too long in the mirror
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3/1/2016
Nothing is funny,
when you are hungry..
Your stomach is madden,
You mouth is widen..
keeping him waiting for food,
Chances his mood..
He doesn't negotiate,
not in his hungry state..
When his food comes late,
Everything you like,you will hate...
Nothing is funny,
When your belly is empty....
The Temptress And Her Dark Spread Wicked Web
Your course was chosen, waiting for you to find it
Love came forth and you sought to forever bind it
Yet earth and sky saw your scheming inner spirit
And in life's madden race, a voice said, just shear it
Mother Nature saw and fiercely shook your rafters
Whilst Fate smiled at those wily little crafters
O' blindness, your melody races ahead
Your soul lives on dirty water and molded bread.
Laugh at those that see your audacious little game
With those selfish whims and you without any shame
Moon mocks you as your lying roars like loud thunder
Tis very true, truth shall bring your dreams asunder.
Your course was chosen, waiting for you to find it.
Love came forth and you sought to forever bind it.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-08- 2022
Sonnet, (Dark)- (Light reveals evil and its tragic deeds exist)
Note:
A sad look back into the darkness, wherein youth and folly collided.. Pain and sorrow flourished. -1977
Long ago when grandaddy lived
Upon a tenant farm
Their closest neighbor lived a mile
Distance held its warm charm
After settling spell, work began
Each day held many chores
For children, teens, and their mom, dad
Many of them outdoors
One day nearest neighbor came by
He'd heard family arrived
Now lived in Madden old farm house
The farm they would revive
This neighbor's visits were frequent
He came tools to borrow
First one tool then another mooched
Not return tomorrow
Each time grandaddy would send son
Country mile to collect
Tools neighbor took didn't return
Return grans did expect
Once neighbor came to borrow saw
Of course didn't return
In few days grandad needed it
Ask sons in voice stern,
"Where is the saw?" Sons gave reply,
"Nearest neighbor borrowed."
Grandaddy said, "Sons do your chores".
Sad pill grandad swallowed
As he walked shorter wooded path
To the neighbor's homeplace
He did get angerier each step
Anger seemed to set pace
When he got there he asked neighbor,
"Why don't you bring tools back?".
Moocher answered, "Its too far to walk
A mile there to giveback".
Well if one thought grandaddy angry
On the far way over
One ought to have seen his high steps
When he came back aquiver
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest:Funny Poem
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*Image of Hellboy II: The Golden Army by Wallpaper Flare.
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The Gret of Regret, Soliloquy
I remember, but naught too well, the first time of Hellboy, an earthy creature, a-must-be, heaven would naught have created a being such as he, and after all, he's naught an "it", oh no, for he thinks -- methinks, much too straight-forwardly and on his feet to boot. Move before they do and always get to the upper hand of things, seems to be his John Madden playbook of the '70s. Why bother with logic and reason when Hellboy is dealing with fragile minds bent on world conquest.
The Golden Army, the Hellboy movie I've seen some years ago when my kids, were kids -- and I being the eldest. Vagueness plagues me to no end, but the inkling gist was a brother and sister duo, but sadly, naught so much so, for sister played her own brother and teamed with Hellboy instead. The telltale sign envisioned in the frat's eyes, being the wherewithal, their Ides of March to be -- in arrears, of betrayal. To be undone by the one, by the very one.
Life can be fleeting but we came to know that honor fleets faster. Though the appearance of its angle for the perspective of the movie was considered simply as a sidetrack sorta thing, yet in and of itself, became the films main attraction, piquing interest within the audiences already situated in full enjoyment of the twist, and how it will all play out in that, edge-of-the-seat moment. Alas, ambiguity wins at the end, for death did occur, but whose? Naught Hellboy, I'm certain of that!
2022 January 28
*2nd Place*
Mignolaverse
~~Robert James Liguori: Judged 2022 January 31
Filched fabulous February cover,
And I have but seen you scantily dressed,
I see the buds & flowers all over,
By the wild wily winter camouflaged.
Cool breeze sends messages to my senses,
Not to be blamed if March may madden me,
Sure I shall be in April amorous,
Adoring you till Midsummer Day glee.
Maybe June can make me unsteadier,
Dear me, July keep me quiet joyous
I’m not sure of sensual September,
Lest I may be way-out but courteous.
Whatever is conceived in March fever,
Gestation starts from sober October.
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Third place win in:
Contest: March Madness sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
She's thirty when she learns her fate
the truth about her lot in life,
a truth that fills her heart with hate
and cuts her like a knife
His face, once pleasant to her eye
his manner, once endearing
his jokes, once charming, quick and dry
now madden her to tearing
He's bloated, lazy, impotent;
not worthy of her charms
and now she yearns to be content,
wrapped in another's arms
She finds him, twenty; oh, so willing
an eager student for her hand,
she's wild again, he makes it thrilling
each time and touch, her flames are fanned
She steals away, at first with care
but nothing seems to catch his eye,
he passes out there, in his chair,
TV flickering a sad goodbye
With one, she's but a passing dance
with the other, life's passed her by,
she wishes for another chance
?and prays that one might die
Emboldened with each rendezvous
at last her verdict's made,
for sentencing, she finally knows
the price that must be paid
A life of lost and wasted dreams
demands a fearsome price,
but better paid in time, than screams
and time that's taken twice
She lies about her measures
and her lover's eyes are blind,
he's thinking just of pleasures
of a purely passing kind
She begs him to release himself,
to scratch her deepest itch,
she wants it there, inside herself
to brew and then bewitch
The years pass by, as pass they must
she's watched him take his pride,
in what she made, betrayed in trust
with another's seed inside
The moment comes; he's fit to burst
with a conceit that's born of lies,
but before he spouts, she'll tell him first
her magnificent surprise
*Image of John Madden by Oakland News Now.
John Madden RIP
As an offensive linesman forms profession,
Complimenting Raiders pro football coach,
Relating coaching and playing no question,
At every game, there's a diverse approach,
After his heyday years on the field, to cam,
A front-page kinda guy, sporting the news,
His behind the cam persona clearly amuse,
Hectic tit-for-tat lifelike catchphrases bam,
Commercials, sportscasting purged midlife,
I personally knew him in his career highlife,
He knows the playbook, immortalized rock,
'Twas a subject of intrigue, animated stock,
Ere Constitution, the Word in his interviews,
It's nineteen seventy-seven Raiders streak,
Twelve consecutive victories Super Bowler,
Oakland Airport Hilton, the Raiders quarter,
As Hospitality Aficionado I smile and greet,
But now, twelve-year his calling as a coach,
Making Raiders fans proud, as all encroach,
We pay homage to the man giant than men,
A football player, coach, TV persona, friend.
2022 January 23
Now it has become hazy
Cutting off the light
Just to merge with the darkness
Slicing off today
Just to end off tomorrow
It bellowed ferociously
Dancing eerily
As it swoops on fate
Manifesting without a date
Wandering with a sure purpose
Stirring away all calm unopposed
Stalking all our inward deeds
sweeping out everyone dreams
Laying waste to vast vanities
Encircling this wanton emptiness
Mounting piles of sorrows
Trading tales of pains and horrors
amidst this madden rush
Heralding this troubling tussle