Best Meddlesome Poems
Well....since you asked...
I'll tell you now, no run around,
my letter is found
right in the middle,
in fact it starts
the "middle" word,
so it's no riddle...
if you can spell!
It has two humps,
and they are round
They form a well...
It comes just past
the "H", the "I", the "J", and "L" ...
"M" stands for ME!
"M" is the one that fits me best
It makes me munch on little things...
I'm known for liking M' and M's!
And mistletoe, and midnight strolls
And M's are known for loving food (mmmm!)
I'm also known to multi-task!
And bask in all my memories!
I'm Mrs. Mom, and love the madness...
(the mobs who make this place a mess! )
I'm a mental case...just ask my man!
Not meddlesome, and rarely mute
When I get mushy, he thinks it's cute!
I'm moody too...and sometimes mad!
But mostly mellow is my mantra !
Morning is my time of day...
But moonlight, too, can make me swoon
I'm filled with mirth, and mischief too
I've meandered with misfortune's moods
But I'm mindful of the miracles
I love good movies, and music too!!
Will marvel at a magic view
I can mend a fence, and mentor you
And hope to keep my muse in tune
I'll share my M' and M's with you
So,... won't you share your Q's ?!!!
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Inspired By Nancy's Alphabet Soup Contest
Categories:
meddlesome, life, me, love, me,
Form:
Rhyme
I am frustrated and annoyed by his ticking,
or perhaps it should be labeled the 'tocking'
By the never-ending tongue wagging clicking
in the language better known as 'clocking'
Must Grandfather Time command my life?
He so rudely continues without a thought
that his hammer yammering rhythm of strife
mocks the beating pulse of my human heart
What a wonderful fantasy my life would be
if for one day I'd not hear his unrelenting beat
I'd be stress free if time would stand still for me
for without his gonging life would be so sweet
In solace of night, I seek sleep and close my eyes
in need of escape and retreat from earthly chore
but I cannot find a moment of tranquil paradise
for his insistent knelling peals out once more
Each quarter hour his mallet chimes out to me
but his clappers sing off key in monotonous song
Not a lyrical lullaby, but a torturous rhapsody
whose tireless verses antagonize me far too long
I'm tenacious to put an end to his wagging tongue
and shackle the swinging motion of his pendulum
Each hour of the day and night would go by unsung
Being silenced is the price paid by the meddlesome
Categories:
meddlesome, time,
Form:
Rhyme
The September I met him remains etched in my mind
One by one the minutes rolling by ever so slowly
I sat in class awaiting an explanation that never came
I surmised he’d been a burn victim ~ suffered and healed
How could he now sit there so serene and nonchalant
Over my inner spiel I hadn’t heard a word he said
So consumed was I in wait with my unanswered questions
Then spending the second half of class feeling stupid
Regretting the meddlesome monologue in my head
It was three hours of my life I would never get back
Really ~ how was it any of my business?
This was all way back in those pre-internet days
Before google searches easily unraveled any mystery
For weeks he never spoke about the elephant in the room
It boggled my mind why I expected he ever would
In a short time I became enchanted with this man’s soul
Respectfully in awe of this cultured learned gentle man
A poet possibly a genius ~ he was ordained to touch lives
To shake and rattle foundations ~ disentangle paradigms
A transcendent grace exuded from his every word and glance
AP: 1st place 2021
Posted on May 2, 2020
Categories:
meddlesome, introspection, school, teacher, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
The Unmasking ~
A Poem by Debbie_Philly
THE UNMASKING
Lives laced with indiscretions the dance has begun.
Liars take the lead my muse sings the song.
Deception pierces the psyche wavering on the
edge of insanity.
The muse has been unmasked reveled is his
morbid soul. Contents purged of it’s deceitfulness.
Lost love’s obscure, soul mate obsolete in this
malignant web of duplicity.
Cruel heartless muse , why do you ridicule
your beloved? Fixation on unattainable acceptance
Chasing contaminated dreams that render you
inadequate of ever knowing truth.
Truth in life, love and real undying loyalty.
Incapable of true intimacy , bewitched is your
brain by meddlesome hags.
Your thirst will be unquenchable all your days
and lonely apathetic nights.
My muse has been unmasked, seen for what he
really is. I wish him well on his journey for love.
My heartbroken soul wonders aimlessly through
this realm. Numb, disillusioned concealed in a shell
TRUST may never enter my world again.
By: Deborah Kelly
© 2009 Debbie_Philly
Categories:
meddlesome, betrayal, break up,
Form:
Free verse
A pawn for a pawn, a crown to crown,
whom is Master of this Lodge in town,
this I enquire while preparing the pyre for you to retire,
my meddlesome mobility unabated, indicative of a congenital nobility,
configured to coral this clambering caravan of corrupted cargo,
like a sqaulid sailing ship mired by a dragging anchor
I will be the insensitive squall that screams and squashes
your spirit's resolve for immortality to which you aspire,
by necessity, your pirate army pines to encroach this backline of mine,
alert for advantage like hyenas on high ground,
but when the men turn round with countenances of lost children,
then the lead you must take and oasis forgo,
A final engagement cautiously commenced upon the carnage
of this conflict's first casualties, terrific testament of mortality,
gross scenes torn pale and asunder by torchlights,
unremitting images of the half dead bleeding,
their moans bare and last moments barren
like old channels of lost rivers,
raging exhaustion spurned and supplanted with a spontaneous summons
of a brazen belief that my foe is more weakened, warbled and wasted than we,
here in the middle, setting the endgame circuitously,
a defense is devised to deter like a pinching pillory,
my startegy is instinct, my ferocity diverse -
J.A.B. - Final Part -
Categories:
meddlesome, engagement, lost, war,
Form:
Epic
Tale of a Squirrel's Tail
There once was a very impudent squirrel
pretending to be an innocent girl
she wore a blonde wig
tried to act so big
dancing and prancing, giving life a whirl
One day I caught her peeping at my sill
gave me an evil eye...if looks could kill
shot back with a frown
had to take her down
I'll get that meddlesome squirrel. Yes, I will
She's not naive like sweet lil Goldilocks
but was wily like a devious fox
no porridge she'd find
I spanked her behind
with the heel of my brand new rubber crocs
She screamed at me until her face turned blue
"I'll get even with you, before I'm through!"
Oh, she is quite nuts
She limps 'steada struts
Whiney baby was crying, "Boo hoo hoo."
She cursed naughty words and off she scurried
Twitching her bushy tail as she hurried
I'd no cause to fret
Rodent trap was set
Tonight I'll feast on squirrel that's been curried
^..^ ^..^
4/27/17
For Jan Allison
syllables of 10-10-5-5-10
Categories:
meddlesome, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Meddlesome acknowledgement was my gift to many
I wondered where the nutrients were coming from
I was absorbing your words, parched by my own dimming light-years
There I was stunned by the legion of black-faced martyrs
Exasperation of the undeniable misunderstanding of every conceivable word
Left me with another path onto death
And not nearly dying, but regenerating in technological, factorial woe
Demon thoughts squeezed bile from the brim of subconscious drivel
Accelerating the ghouls from the gull of my esophagus
I was held down from the dreams of the fortnight
From words of architecture ascending from the brims of the archangels
Eyes remained closed
And I felt the actual descent of my downfall
I did not open my eyes at all
I did not mean to pry into your life, oh beautiful soul
Please accept my gift today
My fierce gaze into your lavishing grail
Led me to accept and love where I often fail
I am no longer smothered in your intricate designs
Though I am surely small to you
Though I feel only a fraction of a fool
I am the hidden spark under the timbers of lies
I am the hidden spark under the timbers of lies
Categories:
meddlesome, absence, abuse, analogy, art,
Form:
Free verse
Mr. Webster defines "impatience" as a dislike for anything causin' delay.
Alas, my paucity of patience I am reminded of each and every day!
'Tis a subject upon which the Lord and I are in constant consultation.
Lord, help me in my quest for more patience is my earnest supplication!
On Sunday morns I squirm in my pew listenin' to the preacher pontificate.
His interminable oration goes on and on - for my football game I'll be late!
Again that very afternoon I lose all patience with my favorite football team!
Their fumblin', stumblin', bumblin' play just makes me want to scream!
I have little patience with slow movin' traffic causin' me to lay upon the horn!
Others extend a finger in response! (As I understand it, that's a sign of scorn)!
I impatiently wait for the leaves to blossom on my trees around the first of May.
In the autumn season, my patience is taxed rakin' those infernal leaves away!
I lose patience with the government always intrudin' in my life,
With their inane and meddlesome schemes that are so very rife!
I'm impatient with folks who babble on and on when a word or two will do,
Or retellin' a story I've heard a dozen times - 'tis a classic case of deja vu!
Forgive me Lord when at times I even become impatient with Thee.
If impatience is a sin, Lord I pray that You'll show mercy unto me!
Help me in my quest to be more patient is my earnest supplication,
But won't You please expedite Thy accomodation is my exhortation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
meddlesome, funny, satireme, autumn, football,
Form:
Rhyme
the kind of upside down clown and where all colors run together,
the kind of sing-a-long song and love skips a beat,
the kind that can never be known or ever regret,
the kind of toss and turn and counting waves,
the kind of too many miles, frowns, and goofy smiles,
the kind of now and then they trade sides and he'll rise as she sets,
the kind of intuitions meddlesome consciousness raining reminders of home,
the kind that is void of all sense, sight unseen, and still cause great pain,
the kind you can't leave behind,
the kind you can never forget -
-
Categories:
meddlesome, desire, life, love, metaphor,
Form:
Suspended . . . tormented, in a mind so distant
I arrive at the said destination with a sigh. . .
What I expect is mortifying
What lies ahead still remains a meddlesome mystery
The air is thin—the water droplets seem. . . warm
But I feel a coldness when they hit my skin
The skin that only once touched your hand. . . . .
It is comforting when surrounded by shadow
To feel the soft embrace of long-yearned rain
It is dully consoling to know I am Alone. . .
Chemical reactions are made in instances
Each second of despair heightened by the electrical pulses
Going mad when the waters clash
And the feelings of comfort are gone yet again
The thoughts that used to hold me up
Have collapsed from under me
And Alone is felt in a new shade…darker than the shadow of comfort
The tears replace the rain. . .
Boiling the skin on my face to redden and shame
The burn provides little distraction to despair
Knowing the one I love will never be here. . .
Even now I envy those who can speak…
Who scoff and spit—and whine, groveling in grit
Those who can see and clearly feel their enemy
How they spiritually dispose of their peer
Through lack of understanding and jeer
I would much easier embrace my darkest enemy,
Than be with the one I love
I would much rather abuse myself
Than lay a finger on the precious one who wrongs me
Because you have abandoned all thought of me. . .
Through your life and innocence,
You have harmed me—wronged me. . .
You were mistaken. . . .I can never understand you
Because I have never truly seen you
At times I can almost feel you. . .
But all I feel is pain
All I feel is the burning rain. . .
I envy those around you. . .
Like the madman straight out of prison
I even envy your opposers
In truth, I obsess over the thought
Of Alone:
The definition of “Without You”
. . .
Without you here,
I arrive at no destination
What lies ahead is only despair
The rain I feel . . . are tears—
Comforts that never last
And all that used to hold me up
Is merely a heart-broken collapse. . .
I never wished to cling onto your nonexistence. . .
Believe me—
All I ever wanted. . .
Was a thought
A. . .chemical reaction if you will
A simple “I am here for you”. . .
Without you, Alone, I confess,
Sometimes one can only dream
Categories:
meddlesome, absence, hurt, i miss
Form:
Free verse
I like cute dogs, poofy dogs, goofy dogs,
Wiggly Giggly Barking dogs, quiet dogs too,
Smart dogs, silly dogs, crazy dogs, lazy dogs,
Large agressive guarding dogs,
Those are just a few,
I enjoy helpful dogs, playful dogs, bashful dogs,
Hyperactive athlete dogs,
How about you?
How about birds, do you like birds?
Fat birds, slender birds,
Small flutery skittish birds,
Exotic birds too?
Long legged birds, short legged birds,
pink birds, white birds,
250 pound birds (just the ostrich, mind you...)
Feathery birds, Arctic Birds,
Tropic Birds, Desert Birds,
Rodent-eating raptor birds,
wait, I'm not through,
I know, you like bugs!
Dull bugs, colorful bugs,
Icky Creepy crawly bugs,
Biting bugs too,
Flying bugs, walking bugs,
Running bugs, jumping bugs,
Maggot-Bearing Bullimic Bugs,
Those are just a few,
Stinky bugs, Slimy bugs,
Aphid eating ladybugs,
Luminescent Phosphorescent Glowing bugs too!
I love them all
Big and small,
Animals are off the wall,
But don't trip
Just be hip,
Dont be givin' me no lip,
Animals are here for a purpose,
They have prodigiously covered the earths surface,
They are what we see what we learn, what we love, what we hate,
Some can be oh so meddlesome, but they have been helpful as of late,
Helping us to plow our fields, sniff out crooks, give us food,
Fulfill other necessities, so please let us not be rude,
Lets give these critters their credit due,
To animals everywhere, we love you!!
(You may say "no", but trust me, you do..)
Categories:
meddlesome, animals, children, funny, pets,
Form:
Shall I tell of listless breeze
that swagger carelessly in morrows trees
shall I tell light not to appear
thine eye is single to fitful sneer
shall I open portal's bow
resist calamity here and now
shall I tell what prospers delight
galbraith layer scornful fright
twilight gloom's the abyss forlorn
ripped down the middle of meddlesome scorn
mock me not shall I tell thee why
closer foundling quietness is nigh
unspoken shame came a knocking wild
shall I tell thee chosen child
hope obscure dream like state
shake me wake me from this fate
shall I tell thee what thou know
pestilence horrors drifts of snow
shall I tell thee why I shall reign
all that was lost is now regained
Categories:
meddlesome, life, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
I’ve heard people say dinosaurs are extinct
But I think there must be a resurgence!
It seems that our scientists all must have blinked,
Could it be just a bad egg emergence?
Imagine eggs dormant for thousands of years,
Now they’ve hatched with hell’s voice in their hoot-in,
This nightmare makes joke out of all of our fears,
For it seems they’re colluding with Putin.
Not often that slime mold can ever make friends,
Much more rarely with sentient creatures,
This scum uses dead and near dead for its ends,
Locked in dance with most all life's worst features!
Republican leaders are near perfect match,
War’s detritus their primary output!
For their reason for living is grabbing by snatch (1),
Evolutions connection to bigfoot?
It’s screwing and getting screwed Donald knows best,
And it could be it’s all that he’s good at,
Which explains why he thinks he must win to pass test
Beat him fair, get screwed twice, is his format.
If “excellence” is what unprejudiced seek,
The less fair minded seek just “advantage,”
Their disdaining of women means best sex is Greek,
Nation’s Law just a meddlesome baggage.
Supreme Court appointments must show prejudice,
Not a hint of a leaning toward fairness,
“Level playing field” “code” for unknown precipice,
And “Republican cheating” awareness.
It's hard to come up with one thing they stand for
Not wrapped up in Orwellian madness,
Theirs a nearsighted view only fools should adore,
And occasion for new Christian sadness.
Brian Johnston
February 16, 2017
Poet’s Notes:
(1) Of course, I am referring to “snatch” as a way of stealing from others
Categories:
meddlesome, angst, betrayal, humor, political,
Form:
Quatrain
The september I met him remains etched in my mind
I sat in class awaiting explanation that never came
One by one minutes rolling by ever so slowly
I surmised he’d been a burn victim
I wondered when it happened
How old he would have been
How he suffered
How he healed
How he could now be so nonchalant
Over my inner spiel I didn’t hear a word he said
I was consumed in wait with unanswered questions
Then I spent the second half of class feeling stupid
Regretting the meddlesome monologue in my head
It was three hours of my life I would never get back
Really… how was it any of my business?
It was way back in those prehistoric days
Before the internet was full blown
Nowadays a simple google search
Would have produced a newspaper article
Instantly unravelling the mystery
I shook my head good and hard all week
Before returning to my second class with him
He never spoke about the elephant in the room
It boggled my mind why I expected he ever would
In a short time I became enchanted
With the magnificence of this man’s soul
He was a cultured learned gentle man
A poet possibly a genius
He was ordained to touch lives
To shake and rattle foundations
Disentangle paradigms
A transcendent grace exuded
From his every word
His every glance
AP: 1st place 2022, 3rd place 2021
Submitted on October 6, 2019 for contest FAVORITE PROFESSOR sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 1ST
and on September 13, 2024 for contest MY FAVORITE TEACHER sponsored by KAREN JONES
Categories:
meddlesome, introspection, september,
Form:
Free verse
meddlesome child
grows wild
Categories:
meddlesome, character, child,
Form:
Couplet