Best Mess Poems
Darlin I just cant keep a eye on you.
Everytime I stop to relax.
I find were threw.
You say leave but dont go far.
Untill you find yourself my dear.
I'll be down at the bar.
So many moods for such a little person indeed.
Forget me when your pissed.
And call me whenever your in need.
Your love is like a brick.
It really hurts when thrown.
You left me a million messages.
Dear crazy women please leave
me alone.
You dont know how to act normaly let
alone when you drink.
My darlin you dont need anything except for a
shrink.
And maybe a nice straight jacket with a muzzle
to.
After you stabbed me lastnight.
You really didnt have to call me in the hospital
and tell me were through.
They say love is sweet but this
seems more like a lemon.
The moral of this story fellas
is dont mess with crazy women.
I remember the days when I'd fall
asleep before hitting the pillow.
Ah, the joy of a sound sleep.
I might not have been at my best
in the morning all things considered.
Day-old makeup very much past its prime.
My eyelashes were caked and looking scraggly,
my lipstick smeared across my cheek and pillow,
eyeshadow streaked clear across my forehead.
Thankfully one good shower made me whole again!
AP: 2nd place 2025
Bathwater and bubbles are waiting,
but my child is nowhere near.
Yet, I can see from cookie crumbs,
he's crawled from here to there.
Oh, yes! he's been in the kitchen.
I see his crooked crumb trail,
which leads to our white kitten,
with a chocolate, sticky tail!
In every room I search
for my little chocolate mess.
Then, I find him in the my bedroom,
with his hands on my new dress!
world wisdom on pause
the holy men bless torture~
faith has lost its faith
***
A cursed thing whose time has come
and I find myself with hate.
I'm not yet ready and the clock is ticking,
my daughter has a date.
What lonesome creature, what spawn from Hell,
will show up at my door.
Some slithering beast to take my little girl,
I must be prepared for war.
When the Creature enters, a promise made
to try to keep my cool.
That will be hard with his intentions clear,
he's here to steal my jewel.
The doorbell rings and I let him enter
as I try to hide my frown.
I say, 'Let's talk... you've got the time
before you hit the town.'
'At this time let me speak
a cautionary tale.
If truth be told I really don't mind
going back to jail.'
The brute licks his lips, pats his brow
and his eyes begin to blur.
'My word is true. I do to you
whatever you do to her.'
I start to stand and take his paw,
I'm feeling rather surly,
'It wouldn't hurt to curry favor
and be home a little early.'
My daughter joins us and looks at him,
he sees what he is getting.
She grabs his hand and looks at me,
'I wonder why he's sweating.'
'I can't be sure, we were talking
and you both have my affection.
I thought he might as most guys do.
to see my gun collection.'
So off they go out the door,
they're walking down the street.
He glances back, a worried look,
I know that he's been beat.
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In the beginning there was a lonely word but soon after
there was no room at the meagre hostel for the saviour
Sanguine hopes flash-flooded the sanctuary of hearts
sacrificial blood of Christ awaited to be spilt in vain
Spelt out the message of rusty nails corroding on cross
bones mounted the flesh ready for vanishing memories
Lest we forget Christmas it amounts to summits of wrappers
luxurious gifts opulent indigestion after a vainglorious feast
Reindeer and global delivery services occlude the notion that
taking stock is not about counting presents but reducing the cost
Jesus flashes from i-pads I this and I that please give me more
extra goods additional abundance mince pies and stuffing
Belching and flatulent Tim reaches for his heartburn medication
tastes uppers and downers sniffs white powder on bank cards
His wife smears the makeup she grabbed from under the tree
her new perfume a bountiful offering of disguised scented myrrh
No sense for frank frankinsence as she sniffs expensive fragrances
from benefaction bottle’s decadence and reduces benediction to myth
Gift wrap explodes from the fireplace in the mix of unopened packets
just after Father Christmas has made a lucky escape from the scene
Arson of gluttony self-inflicted suffering self-immolation of sorts
sorts out this unholy communion followed by smouldering mourning
The insurance company refuses to pay as they insist that the couple
had backed the wrong course of action in vile contempt of true faith
They however donate a beautiful bible of careful calligraphy
with gilded ornamentation bound in leather and lather of time
There are no walls standing for wailing when Tim and his spouse
and it remains to be seen whether they might find a mangled manger
To resume business as usual or take refuge in meaning and truth
when the word in the beginning had become a sorry blank canvas
18th November 2018
Contest Christmas Mourning
Sponsor P.S. AWTRY
This year is different
Surly you see
Covid got Santa
He set the elves free
Prancer’s in charge
Of running the sleigh
The gift bags reek
Of manure filled hay
Comet and Blitzen
Are engaged in a spat
Over which one will fill
The jolly guy’s hat
Dasher forgot
To strap down the tote
Rudolph’s nose has a short
And started to smoke
Donner’s mask was too big
So he traded with Cupid
Both were ripped in a fight
Over something so stupid
Now their noses are bare
And they can’t risk the spread
To innocent children
Sound asleep in their beds
So they’re two reindeer shy
And one big guy less
The sleigh cannot fly
It’s a whole Christmas mess
Am I dreaming Is it real
I don't know how I should feel
Wake me up from this nightmare
Shake me make me more aware
Of the way this worlds become
It's not happy we've undone
All the neighbor friendliness
Time has put an end to this
Now its anger violence hate
Wouldn't it be really great
Coming together once again
Heart to heart we can begin
To undo this nastiness
Leading to more happiness
With sanctions imposed frequently between
Countries around the world,
With Trump and Little Rocket man, still rattling
Scabbards, ridiculous, absurd,
With Hong Kong’s unhappy population,
Protesting against Chinese rule and occupation,
With Brexit which has now become a rather
Embarrassing, messy affair,
With Europe quite prepared to give them a
Divorce, without a care,
And The Irish and the Scots not agreeing
With Brexit, in fact a sore point,
Planet Earth's plea for peace has become
Unanimously joint!
Oliver often scolded Hardy, on a point of which he was
Never tardy.!
They had to have 'their daily fix' if not hourly? They were like two cats on
Hot bricks!
Their made up mayhem, garnered them gold, it was their milk and honey
A hit; 'they sold.'
Rich and famous, through their tears and quarrels, old Hardys kicks Stanley, made into Laurels!
The crowds, they grew' they travelled far! They lodged at the 'Chine hotel'
They fooled round its bar!
Yet did they take that 'new years swim?' As daybreak comes' as the waves
Roll in !
That hearty English breakfast, taken soon after.' Would sure have got Them ready; to raise some rafters.!!
Listen up,
You tyros,
Don't go messin'
With my buddy Jack
Yeah, Reed,
Indeed...
He's cool people,
And I like him,
He writes well,
Yeah, this from Tom Bell,
You take him on,
You take on me,
Let me tell you,
Yes-eree
Cut the crap and show
Some class,
Or you might get
A poetic broken a__
In fleeting amusement, hair of sunlight
and brown cinnamon, powder scent soft skin,
rosy cheeks and freckles on her little nose;
runs round and round, behind curtains
and furniture, knocking down pictures;
chased after by her hound in waves of laughter.
A faithful and constant companion,
lingers in a questionable expression.
He raises his ears and cocks his head
and shivers as he hears his name in confession.
She wrinkles her nose;
her little lips began to quiver,
tears pool in her eyes soon shimmer
evanescent, a face of pure innocence
faced with the consequence.
In the corner, she sits,
rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.
A faithful hound beside her.
"I'm sorry I made a mess."
A difficult predicament.
She pulls on heart's sentiment,
a little girl so sweet and innocent.
2/18/2020
I'm a sad flower
A beautiful mess
A flawed human I guess
But I'm doing my best
To not ruin your expectations
First it was Elepe and fun
Then GAA and pun
Now the fun and pun are gone
There was a time I felt Indispensible
Everyone said I was sensible
I was unadvoidable and unbeatable
Now, Treasure won't reply my messages
Maybe she feels I still savages
I remembered she warned to stop
But I declined because I felt I was on top
Evangeline won't accept my friend request
Maybe she thinks I'm not the best
or I'm just an amateur like Sergino Dest
Maybe I'm just like the rest
Kenny and T-gentle are now on ghost mode
The new them are cold and code
Whereas the old them where my gold
Divine thinks I now snubs her
If only she knew she means a lot on paper
And that she is one of those few I won't banter
Even when she piss me off like my sister
The hype are gone
It seems Mr fame have withdrawn
Our vision Twenty-One contract was never born
My BITE have move on
The only one who still believes is Philip
From childhood to adulthood we still got a tight friendship
There are times we throw fist when we discuss premiership
But I guess that is the spirit of comradeship
I know the world don't give a about my punchlines
But they would when I start making headlines
By then your call would be buzzing my phone lines
And I would only pick it up when it is nearing the deadlines
I've always kept my composure
Being kind and a pushover
Never fighting back when I
Am about to snap and cry
It was never in my nature
To be a cruel and mean creature
Doing for others before me
Was my life's philosophy
I liked making people smile
Heartfelt love was just my style
I never thought one day I'd be
Full of so much misery
My kindness put to the test
When it was a bully's quest
To see how far they could go
Making my anger to grow
More and more until I would
Do something I never could
Have imagined as I try
To keep the darkness down inside
Not to bubble up and make
My kind demeanor start to break
It stayed down for quite some time
Until this piece of dirty slime
Went a little bit too far
That has left a giant scar
On my heart , I couldn't keep
Niceness in, madness will creep
Out and show this big ol' bully
Not to mess with my sweet family
I'm a big ol' mama bear
Who will put some doubt and fear
Into anyone that starts
Tearing my children apart
That's when the angel dissappears
And the devil in me stares
With red eyes straight into yours
Opening the very doors
I tried to keep shut until
I have a need to fulfill
Duties to protect loved ones
Leaving bullies on the run
Girl, why do you tolerate his mess
You did everything for him
He never appreciated you
The look on your face is really grim
You put your heart into everything
But, he often made you feel sad and blue
Now you are withered and confused
Such a melancholy scene to go through