Best Mild Mannered Poems
I don't wear a cape around
My neck, breaking the speed of sound
Or capture bad guys in a web
My powers have never fled
From my heart that's where they stay
Secretly until the day
I see injustice come along
Others are treated so wrong
My super powers become stronger
When I can't take it any longer
Hearing stories of bullying
My special skills kick right in
Set loose, no holding them back
My love alert goes on attack
Not stopping for anything
It won't ease up until I bring
All this hatred to a low
I give one huge final blow
Across the land until there is
No more hate or prejudice
Until then, I'm on alert
Making sure there is no hurt
I will be here till the end
All my powers I will send
Into the hearts of those so weak
Mild mannered, shy and meek
That get pushed around each day
I'll make sure it goes away
This promise will be kept for sure
Any kind of hatred I abhor
Categories:
mild mannered, abuse, anti bullying, discrimination,
Form:
Rhyme
Soaking up sunshine on sandy warm shores;
sipping sangria while sampling smores.
Under umbrellas we’re putting to use;
utterly euphoric as the day comes unloose.
Mid-morning mildness is making me muse;
mild mannered time I must never misuse.
Madness of midnight is making mandates;
making fond memories while mingling with mates.
Eating cold eskimo pies by sea’s edge;
enjoying the easy life nothing can enhedge.
Resting by the river with rod and reel;
ready for catfish their tails to reveal.
Tracking the bull toads and catching tadpoles;
Taking it easy as heat takes its toll.
Ice cold sangria will surely incite;
into the icer, our friends we’ll invite.
Mid-summer party and merry we’ll make
memories to make us forget our mistakes.
Ending this etude I hope you enjoyed
every small ethos that I just employed.
June 9, 2018
Contest: Alliteration Old or New
Sponsor: Joseph May
Categories:
mild mannered, summer,
Form:
Alliteration
Desiring to know the totem guiding me,
I fell to sleep and dreamed, and in my dream,
a creature brightly painted crept its way toward me.
It spoke in the voice of a female,
but the voice I heard was coming from its soul as
it spoke to my heart, blinking at me with large yellow eyes:
I am your spirit guide, dear.
From whence did you think had come
your peaceful, patient nature?
You strive for success with constancy and determination.
Grounded to this earth -
you are, in fact, in tune with all its elements and its creatures,
for your energy is one of innocence and harmony.
Did you think I would appear to you as the speedy tiger
with big bold stripes of black and yellow-orange?
No, I come to you as the lowly turtle
with lovely olive skin, smooth shell, and beautiful pattern underneath.
However, like the tiger, I have stripes too - yellow, black, and orange -
and I too am a survivor!
You rarely react with anger like the tiger, which shows long sharp claws.
No, you are like me, mild-mannered, and you have adaptability.
If you get turned over, you are able to right yourself.
Like me, you get right back up and simply move along.
You make peace whenever you can, so your foes are few!
Also like me, you withdraw into your own protective shell.
That beautiful shell is the world that you carry on your back.
You accept what is and still you keep going,
ever - ever going, for wisely you know what wins the race!
Finally, like me, you love the water and the sun as well as land.
This is because you are at home in any place.
Spread your arms and fly through crystal ripples.
You can be faster and more carefree in the fluidity of water.
You may not be a tiger, but your stripes are just as beautiful and vibrant.
Blessings on you, dear, and last of all,
always remember to take the time to bask, as I do,
in the light of the radiant sun!
Written June 16, 2017 for White Wolf's Spirit Guide Animal Poetry contest
Categories:
mild mannered, animal,
Form:
Prose
A blanket laying, book-reading, lemonade sipper
turns a page
There is a ghost of sadness in this place
shared madness, despair and rage
Somewhere in the sandy and dreaded dune
convicted breath feels as warm as the month of June
She feels the depression that once enveloped
a once upon a time, mild-mannered man’s illness
Now there is only stillness and something
in the Saugatuck breeze that feels like a gasp
Old scribbles on his walls of silence
seemed, or once was deemed prophetic
“I was wasted just like today was”
a mother’s son whiled away the time
Too forsaken and forgotten to find rhyme
abbreviated sighs and another day’s tally mark
For him, fate…
the future came much too late
The unholy hole handed a mother’s son the shivers
Her lemonade is coldly soothing
sour moments taken in without regrets
Moving her toes in the warm sands once tread
by a man with invasive demons in his head
It is oddly unclear what once happened here.
She turns another page long after he could have.
Categories:
mild mannered, depression, history, sad,
Form:
Free verse
In a little West Texas cow town years ago
There was an old doctor by the name of Hill
Little man, mild mannered, cheerful until made mad
He doctored old cowboys and drunks when things got slow
His usual cure was a kick in the butt and a pill
He had some regular people that weren't to bad
Doctor Hill had some that lived far out of town
On ranches and God awful places Doc was carried
There was one family that lived on a ranch way far out
There name was Brown
An old mother and two daughters not married
The old mother complained to hurt everywhere about
She claimed to be bed ridden, could walk as good as you and me
She fell out of bed one night, the sister did not know what to do
So the called Dr. Hill at ten
So late at night the got in his car to go see
He had been there five times before, he knew what to do
Laying there on the floor, she had done it again
Doc told them to get a blanket and a pillow and put them on the floor
He made a pallet for her and ten he said
"Let's roll her over on to the mat
Put the pillow under her head , then headed for the door
His little round face was turning blood red
Then he said, "Now damn it fall off of that"
Categories:
mild mannered, cowboy-westernold, mother, old,
Form:
Titanium,
Strong mental minded, behind it
Looking for the lost and found, but can't find it.
Sharp energy intense, timed it
No one can see the future - I guess we’re all blinded.
Strong like gorilla, softer than blue, skys above your head sunny afternoon.
Delicate delight, delicious every bite big appetite appetizer for 2.
July, june, the order doesn’t matter after laughing so hard 3 ribs shatter through.
May I join you?
Actually, I have to go,
I can tell you only see the surface - alligator nose.
Warm hearts and chilly toes,
mild mannered mannequins minding their own business in business windows,
hot fashion, eyes froze.
Ah, if you insist, then I suppose
I'll have to take you UP on everything that grows.
We rose from the dirt - with beauty through battles
To win a war where victory is life itself.
The untold story writes itself
And hides from seeing eyes, just like itself
no one can witness when existence, fights itself
Because with death, comes birth, to life itself.
No winners
No losers
No champions
No heroes
...just life
Always adapting
Mutation miracles
Beautiful biology
Complex chemistry
Elegant elements
Unfathomable Universe
Sandbox fun, sandy hands holding ham sandwiches saran wrapped and packed tight tucked beside the ice and pink lemonade.
Sunshine, windy day...so windy the umbrella we brought almost blew away
And found a new place to stay with clouds grey.
Did you remember to think of me?
I forgot to think of you
I was too busy with the feelings I get, being in love with you.
If you only needed one, I’d offer you two,
It’s better to be safe than sorry, and feeling safe is what I want for you.
And if you wanted to, i’d probably want to, too,
Cause making you smile, is all, I ever want to do.
I’m the worst singer in the world, but here, I wrote a song for you,
Your voice is music to my ears, so this, is long overdue.
Ah-hah ahem - give me a second
Actually on second thought - let love be the orchestra,
Just read these words whenever your concerned
And the sounds of violin strings will bring you back where your supposed ta.
Hmm...too cheesy? I know, please don’t tease me,
Even my teeth are sensitive, and bright lights make me queasy.
Hey, no worries, let’s grab a quesadilla
Then have a race to see-uh
Who’s the fastest land animal, who invited the cheetah?
Categories:
mild mannered, death, growth, life, nature,
Form:
Free verse
"Separate sheep from goats," was the order he barked at me.
Goats are mean spirited creatures. That much I could see.
Sheep are similar in color but with coats of a different density,
so I grabbed a handful of wool and set the gentle animals free.
Human characteristics can divide people into different herds.
Selfish ones with a temper, who curse others with vile words.
They are goat-like ones who sow the bad seeds they will reap.
Don't try counting them if you're having trouble falling asleep.
Mild mannered sheep-like humans, sense danger they never cause.
The black ones are presumed naughty, but it's not one of their flaws.
Sheep-like people flee from trouble unlike those who like to fight.
Don't mingle with goats if you want your fleece to be clean and white.
7/16/2016
Categories:
mild mannered, society,
Form:
Rhyme
Nothing important happened today,
according to an omission
in the local newspaper Metro page
The death of my best friend ... my husband,
this sad story of injustice was missing
Such a horrible ghetto tragedy
wasn’t worth one drop of black ink
A bucket of widow tears,
and a heavy casket of stolen years
ain’t much to write about
Their light compassion darkly color my thoughts
The coroner said specifically more,
though the jargon was impersonal and technical:
Six bullets ... cranial hemorrhage,
two collapsed lungs ... four broken ribs
And a beautiful face unrecognizable
from a brutal beating
My loving spouse was last seen getting stopped
by two police squad cars
Handcuffed and whisked away,
my beloved took a cold visit to the morgue
later that day
Nothing out of the ordinary happened
is what the police arrest report said:
Belligerent attitude ... refused to eat his food,
got violent when questioned ... didn’t follow any of the rules
The dry report clinically concluded:
Suspect resisted in the interrogation room,
and reached for an officer’s weapon
Fear for a lawman’s life
obviously was priority number one
Deadly force was justified, so they say
But, what about the beatings before the discharge of the gun?
Oh, all of the accused officers
got a medal pinned on their professional life
The judge tossed the lawsuit out ... said it was simply
the vengeful rantings of a grief-stricken wife
My meek, mild-mannered man
was slanderously portrayed
as a drug addict who went berserk
Truth be told with a graffiti spray can;
pure honesty sackcloth arrayed,
he died going on his way to work
Nothing too important happened today,
just another ghetto funeral parade
Nothing that important happened today;
truth got covered up and buried,
as the arbiters of justice looked the other way
Nothing too important happened today,
only black shrouded pain on public display
Mental distress note to self:
My personal tragedy occurred on a Wednesday
Categories:
mild mannered, bereavement, death, husband, sorrow,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Aha...At Last,..Bitta Bing Bitta Bang
The Figurative Nail Hit On The Hair Strand Size Head!
Though no physician,
this aging baby boomer
absolutely, intuitively, and
unequivocally sensed hair loss (mine),
at first a speculative rumor
not simply in my (ahem) head,
no matter a minimalist groomer
nevertheless, thinning follicles,
upon dawning realization, sans medical
sought relief thru good humor,
though within this balding cerebral noggin
became repulsive as if my scalp
pulled pate rendered as a tumor.
Thus an unexpectedly present surprise
when in private consultation in the guise
as out patient client (early afternoon
December 19th, 2018),
where I did fraternize
and kibitz with the medical assistant
(old enough to be my...sister),
aye did exercise
mild mannered mien mean, aye do patronize
before doctor Rudolf (dearly
reigned) Roth, a practicing
Dermatologist told me no lies
his instant karma knowledge - mainly his
thirty seven years expertise
sought to excise
a prominent non cancerous mole approximately
centered middle of back
a small patch of skin,
he needed to anesthetize
nonetheless, a reassuring persona,
yours truly did lionize
(not merely, cuz
he received a five star rating,
specialist under auspices
of Penn, Medicine)
in Radnor Pennsylvania),
his modest calm did neutralize
any uneasiness, as did his pronounced
humility earn kudos to idolize
such rarely present gentility, and
unwitting capacity did harmonize,
and maximize significance to me,
asper my thinning limp
hair logically rationalize
identified underactive thyroid gland
(hypothyroidism) tubby,
which didst legitimize
no hair brained rooted concern,
hence...less reason to catastrophize',
which for no reason I
wanted to mildly emphasize,
hence choice to apostrophize...
Categories:
mild mannered, anxiety, december, emotions, nostalgia,
Form:
Bio
Smiles and Laughter
I’d rather be noted for eliciting a smile
Bringing a ray of sunshine into your life
Than to have awards, trophies, and note
In a world increasingly rampant with strife,
We all need to be encouraging one another
A piece of advice that always gets my vote,
Treating each as beloved sister and brother
Learning to be kind must be a matter of rote.
A smile is a frown “turned upside down,”
I’ve been told, and I think it is certainly true
I have no aspirations to be a circus clown
But I’m vowing to do what I’m able to do
To bring to all more smiles and laughter
That’s what I hope to be remembered for
If I’m remembered, at all, in the hereafter!
Written July 17, 2022 by L. Milton Hankins
With smiles I'll remember Milt as the good-natured man I found him to be. I chose his poem, 'Smiles and Laughter,' because it seems he wrote his own elegy in the last four lines. In them, his thoughts tell us how he wanted to be remembered. Milt wrote,
"... I'm vowing to do what I'm able to do to bring to all more smiles and laughter. That's what I hope to be remembered for if I'm remembered at all, in the hereafter."
He tried to please everyone, offering friendship to his poetic sisters and brothers, even those who taunted him for his opinions. He had a competitive nature and enjoyed entering contests but stated in this poem that he'd rather bring a ray of sunshine into lives than have awards and trophies. He was a mild-mannered gentleman but didn't hesitate to defend his friends and country. I see his legacy as one that finds me hoping to be as good a friend to others as he was to me.
January 4, 2023
Categories:
mild mannered, death of a friend,
Form:
Elegy
you'd beckoned my thoughts again
through sudden whispers
i've declined to respond morbidly
catering to the quaint findings
of life after death a quiet calm
arose over shattered fixings
wildly i'd mastered the gory details
hindering my every whim
childishly i catered to his robe
nestled beneath wrath carny
and the mild mannered masterpieces
torn between terror and sheer neediness
while captured beyond graveness
the sullen memory of where time resided
my inner self crawled eagerly i suppose
as my body bargained with my soul
a meaningful gesture giving my heart
infamous nudges arousing tattered bliss
mere ashes to be smeared throughout
the galaxy of fairness and the norm
Categories:
mild mannered, beauty,
Form:
Chant Royal
She is a beautiful Sunday school teacher,
and for children a mild mannered preacher;
the commandments her special to feature;
To explain,
a commandment that honours father; mother,
then asks her class “do you know of another,
on how we should treat our sister and brother?”
A voice let out a shrill,
“Thou shalt not kill!”
Categories:
mild mannered, humor, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
Wine is a mocker, strong drink
is raging: and whosoever is
deceived thereby is not wise
Prov. 20:1
Darkened oxidation
changing personality
Liquid fermentation
altering perception of reality
Look long into the bottle,
you see fire in the water
It burns you as you swallow,
your memory now getting shorter
Release the genie from the lamp,
set free the jinn from it’s shapely confine
But you will wish you never did ...
Hyde-and-seek is such a dangerous game
Hiding from the truth,
seeking answers by way of 100-proof
Blackout is a mind-eraser tramp
Dr. Jekyll prognosis: too much wine at the dine
Good manners went off the grid,
mild-mannered you now ain’t the same
Saccharine sweet talk turns into acidic argument
Civilized behavior turns primitive
Fermentation is bubbling ...
God knows, you wish you could put
what you just said back in the bottle
Uncorked repressions of guilt and anger
agitating anew
Then, just as quickly, a reverse change in attitude
Fungi perversions start growing in you,
carbonizing your thoughts ... propagating strange desires
Corrupt carnal pleasures souring your mind
Fermented spirits,
darkened oxidation
Breathe in the aromatic conversion ...
intoxicating vapors releasing your inhibitions
A different you comes babbling through
Drink deep the pungent madness ...
complex organic compounds
chain reacting into fast acting mental breakdowns
Taste the seething mix of the witches brew ...
Let the liquid serpent sting bite you,
creating violent excitation
Lustful permutations
conceived through
darkened oxidation
Fermented spirits have drunkenly deceived you
Categories:
mild mannered, religious, spiritual, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
Oh wow. Oh great. Look over there. Quickly now. Come on. It is the mitigating migrating mammoth mansions. Brick by brick and bone by bone. In a line. Travelling. Traversing the plains, fields and mountains but not on roads for roads are neither natural nor normal so always wear a tea cosy hat when pouring tea at a tea party. It is to show not to shine that has the sun in a pondering and philosophical mood. The auric rays are neither a moon sitting in a tree nor are they a kayaking planetary alignment. High seas then create high teas. Whirling in circling dresses of spotted green. But never in a greenhouse does one find a tomato in a tantrum. For tomatoes are very very mild mannered especially when given a drink. And this is good for compost can be crafty and doesn't like moods. A wafer thin biscuit is a flat chested mermaid moving around at the dusk. By the marina. Catching a glimmer is easy for the eyes of the octopus in an office with high rimmed glasses. Circle then dash. Tick tick tick. Form done. Signed. Signatures separate stagnant stale stupors. And the fat wading brat bird yawns on a front bench in a large ornately decorated room. How common. And yet rather uncommon is the master of the seaweed sermon whose speakers are never wise upon answering questions and questions are rarely answered so why play noughts and crosses with a jute duty bug? Inheritance is not to be placed in a kissing box for boxes are to be reserved for tiny biscuits who march around chaotically chairing and chanting at quite important times. Thus causing a lot of little flowers to sigh and droop their heads in an apathetical style. In a scrapbook posy position. The layout is not the layer and the label is a laugh. Numeration of a numerator is a numerical nautical nonchalant nerd. And the beast of the best bank is not to be trusted with a styrofoam cup. No never gi e it that cup. Always give it a baby bottle. For it is ignorant and infantile. Beware of the two foot clam in that drawer then when you are putting socks away. Hahaha a mist is coming to play cards and monopoly with a tree top, a hill, a perfume factory, and a zoo. Hahaha dolphin and duet with a dancing seahorse at a grand opera. Xxxxx desensitization Z now eat a nice scone and sing la la la to a doorframe. Z peacocks.
Categories:
mild mannered, age, allah, allusion, angel,
Form:
A baby gorilla's bedtime is a harmonic period when the bananas line up with little leaf rattles to softly croon to slumber the furry ball. Priceless is the process of pacification and pacifications are not prevalent in the pacific, the polar regions, nor do they play with piñatas in Paraguay. It is to be said that a tortoise shell footstool can rotate at great speeds do cast iron boots must be worn if placing one's feet upon the tapestry printed square form. The chime of lime is very very noisy but not as noisy as the incessant chatter and chuckling from the bowl of sugar cubes. Sugars state signalling shaped saying stuff silkily and silly too. But a mild mannered oxon could take a heifer to a ballroom but only if properly attired in a beach towel, sun glasses, three piece suit and a gown. Then an entrance can be made. With a thud. And a bellow. Brass bands made of cream donuts can entertain at this dance and the hall is quite packed with skimming skirts, scantily clad pea women, and the tidal spore has come dressed as a ringmaster but no whip for whips are for the underground stations and platforms of legs. Legality leaves legs lingering liberally. Akin to sprinkling a fine spray of salt across a plate of the towering vegetables. Piled high. Architectural really. Very mesmerising is the mist of a fine diner whose aroma lifts the air surrounding with a unjust uniquely identifiable stench. And stench drenched can be a wench, a bench but never a welk. For welk belong in tree houses and tree houses are not tables and not talking ash trays either. Ash trays do not modify a month of moon shaped mammoths. And a tree semi formed can bite so always walk very very very briskly when passing a thicket. Zoom then. Go on zoom. A zoom in a room. How rather entertaining and entertainment is equal to a climbing plant pot scaling a sky scraper. How great. Such feat with no feet. And how deserving of the medal at the Olympics of Oscar fish in an oceanographic weave of seafood cocktail with melon jus. Haha the wide mouthed octopi are singing gospel tunes to a small party of crabs. Ha the divinatory dogs diving definition digging dreams. Ha the musical mustard jar moving in time to the fish fork forte. Xxxxxx reciprocal z z z zzz. At ten loaves to forty seven slices of butter cake. Z z z z z z. 57294894907398%. Z
Categories:
mild mannered, bangla, beach,
Form: