Best Milquetoast Poems
Rancid lemon rope squeeze
around a rotten tomato neck tie,
crooked odor bow hanging out of place
Acid reflux raisin tax bleed;
dripping spoiled, milquetoast lies
out a sour-twisted, prune puckered face
Tart tongue
sulfur speak disorderly,
dirty saliva fingers in the propaganda pie
Such a bowel movement disgrace
Bottom rung
bung opening vault key
Onion groans ... chittering fermented cry
Boot-licking patent leather taste
Smells like government to me,
corrupt as can be
Dung pile of voter promises,
sits atop a pungent idol landfill heap,
swarming with stinking lip flies
Smells just like reeking government gluttony —
O beast behavior ...
swine odor, foul as can be
Swindle spit vapors perfidiously wafting,
kindle the vomit pit
Sewage waste material ash labors fanning,
can you stand the stench of it?
Smells like dead paper figurehead
government to me
Bait-and-switch fishy business ...
close your eyes,
what does your nose see?
Tainted meat polltry speech,
pluck the purse feathers
off the cable perched pigeon bodies
Smells like government
is about to make a putrid, baked-in story
Made up facts ... maggot video feed
Stale, bureaucratic policy hard rolls
warmed over twice
Buttered late with expired date lies
Served with a cloying cup
of steaming sound-byte coffee:
Substitute truth ... false sugary
Toilet swirl coffin cake,
gutter floss the oral cavity
Bad breath vows made,
garbage hope nobody needs
Government smells
like a morgue dog in heat
Very omit cadaver, obit disgusting
Smells like
a pot of burning bones
on a boil
Bottom lip scum
rising to the top
On a truthful breath: Let me tell you,
it stinks an awful lot
Smells like scurvy government to me,
corrupt as base bribery can be
The lobbyist rats are scarfing down
the moldy green government cheese,
so silver spoon tongue greedily
Nothing like some regurgitated split-pea pleas
to hit the decaying belly ballot gastric spot
Can you make a federal case
of this rank-and-foul flatulent republic rot?
Categories:
milquetoast, corruption, satire, truth, word
Form:
Burlesque
When my father was in a drunken stupor,
He could be a disgusting, nasty pooper
His paranoia would send him into a rage
Everyone was against him took advantage,
So he thought, while inflating his self-worth
A vain man of massive ego and matching girth
He lashed out at those who loved him most,
Of his superior qualities he would often boast.
When he was sober, he could be Mr. Milquetoast
Some said he was one of the finest men on earth
It is true, he could exhibit considerable mirth
We wondered how he could turn the page
He was, indeed, a smart man, …even a sage.
Among friends he was considered a trooper,
But he could be a disgustingly nasty pooper
When my father was in a drunken stupor.
Written March 8, 2022
[Verso-Rhyme]
#68 on List of 100 Best Poems
Poetry Soup
April 1, 2022
Categories:
milquetoast, addiction, drink, family, father,
Form:
Rhyme
There is no denying the power of love.
It is a splendid teacher
Quite adept at instructing us
In ways that completely alter our character,
And telling us how to be what we never were,
Or never even imagined we could ever be.
In certain individuals
Its transformations are frequently nothing short of miraculous.
It breaks down all our natural barriers,
And in the blink of an eye
Can turn a niggardly pinchpenny into a philanthropist,
An obsequious milquetoast into a courageous and gallant knight,
And make a paragon of "politesse" out of an absolute boor.
The inveterate sluggard becomes a captain of industry,
And the most innocent of dullards
Becomes a wellspring of sagacity and worldliness.
What a marvelous whetstone for sharpening wits
And honing the senses is love.
Even its most hardened critics…
Those victims and casualties who proved to be intractable and unteachable…
Find it difficult, if not impossible,
To deny the power of love's ability to inspire
The most truly amazing things in a human heart.
Categories:
milquetoast, love, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
The milquetoast Henry Limpet looks
through horn-rimmed glasses at the books
and four dull office walls each day.
He dreams someday he'll get away.
The sailor's life to Henry seems
the stuff of grand and noble dreams.
Attempts to join the Navy fail.
He faces facts; his ship won't sail.
Denial of his fondest hopes
confound his mind. He walks and mopes
for many hours--then suddenly
before him lies a deep-blue sea.
He knows about the oceans. How
can this one be before him now?
Confused by this discovery,
he falls into this strange new sea.
He doesn't drown as you might think.
He transforms before you could blink
your eyes, and now the Limpetfish
will have great deeds to accomplish.
The townsfish soon become aware
this new one's special and declare
they've never seen so smart a fish.
To make him Emperor's their wish.
He wears a crown in this new world,
a splendid one that's gemmed and pearled.
When asked to name their kingdom, he
says, "Limpet World the name shall be."
His former life's a memory
dimmed by the grandeur of this sea.
The gaping void has now been filled;
his constant need for meaning, stilled.
199 words
posted 11-26-15
March 25, 2018, entered in Deborah Guenther Beachboard's Fantasy Poetry Contest placed 3rd
September 8, 2019, entered in Caren Krutsinger's Your Choice 333 Words Maximum Contest
Categories:
milquetoast, fantasy, hope, longing,
Form:
Narrative
Why must you boudoir bring me an empty bag full of fake?
Pinocchio emotions: wooden soul mannequin real
Your impulses beat a synthetic heart mood —
artificial aorta stimulation ~ false erotic excitation
Making it so hard to pump up contrived passion,
when I’m getting so many tissue soft, milquetoast excuses
as to why you’re always missing in merge action
I don’t believe your tears of contrition are real ...
see, here’s the deal —
Me tasting no substitute was the attraction thrill
Once you got the plastic access,
enabling for an instant gratty hi-rise, material elevation
A funky vibe got dropped on the Cloud 9 date vine,
and the alternate current rain paraded imposter elation
Counterfeit love declaration bell bottom dings
started ear chiming with the sultry pleasuring
Bottom line sensations, gong bosom calculating
You’re accrued credit to the lass canine race,
cardio dressed in Marie Antoinette violet lace
Guillotine guilt was disembodied false grace,
repentant wet blush stroked an invisible trace
Ugly thoughts painted on a pretty angelic face ...
clipped wings: be a forged halo prize for haste
So sorry that a makeup do-over couldn’t take place
I found out you had a synthetic stack of sorrows
stashed for a rental getaway rainy day
Victoria building up the secret portfolio courage,
befo’ you go centipede creeping astray
Your skyscraper acquisition desires
wasn’t nothing but a disengaged, EKG rocket boost
A surgical science project
of a failed bypass carjack
Blunt scalpel carotid cut the angle criminally obtuse
But you got caught in the act ...
Trying to steal someone else’s family jewels
just ain’t chastity cool
So sugar, you can keep your recycled sack of sorrows,
it’s alright, baby ... do believe me
Please accept my handwritten,
parting dear Joan message
lip inked urgently
But, it was tardy delivered
with the utmost synthetic sincerity
Categories:
milquetoast, allusion, character, emotions, perspective,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
They descend into the hearts of men
like a troop
Don’t let ‘em in,
don’t let ‘em in
Or they will devour everything good within
Thousand voices of evil
hammering away at your resistance
Until they shatter your will not to yield
Leaping maniacally over the breached spirit wall,
banshee screaming coming down the hall
of your medulla oblongata
Legion
taking up residence
Your soul now being sold on the open market
Bought yourself some new real estate
down by the fire and brimstone lake
El Diablo
is the new head honcho
at your neural command center
He says: heaven can wait,
being holy is so out-of-date
Guest of honor held hostage is your wretched fate
Legion
Legion of devils
Now you’re a spineless jellyfish host,
who put up a cream puff battle ...
You’re such a weak milquetoast
Got an open vacancy sign neon flashing,
letting every wayfaring foul spirit know —
in your condemned soul inn,
you welcome the overflow
Categories:
milquetoast, dark, religious, spiritual, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Delay by Him has taken its toll,
Waves of doubt rollover the soul,
Despair extinguished the Spirit,
Wax-filled ears would not hear it.
"Listen, you have left My way!
Wait for My providence and pray.
Change of direction is needed."
But His correction went unheeded.
The restless spirit wrests control,
God's will is no longer the goal,
The anxious heart is not ideal,
So, failing eyes, meet banana peel.
Seeking refuge in my enemy's camp,
I was turned into a foolish scamp,
Philistine mouths were agape.
So, I feigned madness to escape.
That was dumb, I'm ashamed to say,
Letting fear and doubt cloud my way.
The Lord's shelter never fails,
His faithful acts tell the tales.
Keep seeking the Lord in a trial,
Relying on Him is worthwhile.
Instead of becoming milquetoast-
In Him, a reason to boast.
"Come children and listen to Me.
Fear of the Lord will set you free!
Wait for Me to settle the score,
David teaches in Psalm thirty-four."
Categories:
milquetoast, anxiety, bible, faith, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
(ah miss bing amiss with former mistress)
Oh Glenda (Miz Gee gee)
years elapsed since, I didst hawk
verboten fruit adrip
from yar verdant bough,
thy strong craven raven
doth still twitter and flip
sans thy testosterone switch,
where woody pecker missus grip
ping re: egret ting prospective
relationship nixed thee
as gull friend material, hip
mistress, though heron eye did pay lip
service verily org*s mic* lee quip
yes...wren doer ring
more'n commit Freudian slip
which peeping cardinal tip
towing thru nested tulip trip
gave balled oriole peck whip
ping lil s*x pistol be
friending chirping pu**y riot
inserting thingmabob
after pants sigh did un zip.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Egg gad unlike rob bin duck cradle
yar mature red breast all aswirl
asper a stationary dreidel
ma** aery ducts mine mouth pursed
yar nipples mine gums did ladle.
Only in memory, aye
hungrily thirst and thirstily hunger
fort deux aureole dye
still affecting this gab
bird, who didst deign
as milquetoast guy.
Whenever this birdman alone
his thoughts metaphorically drone
worm wayward toward
pubic thatch, where
hello kitty doth purr and groan
of quintessentially
kinky coiled hair moan
ning softly as thee
bared naked lady lies prone
admiring pinkish puckered
def flesh tone.
Categories:
milquetoast, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
The impression i'm getting, is we are forgetting
That we are a people with voices made for vetting
An appearance of truth is flashed to our brains
The suggestion to youth is just plain insane
Being force fed lies, with a smile and a wink
Can I be the only one who thinks something stinks?
Don't be decieved by the depth of the pool
We can still drown in an inch of some drool
They tell us what's cool, what to buy, feed us lies
We are not milquetoast, and I won't be host
Stand for a plan and stop playing ghost.
Categories:
milquetoast, character, conflict, inspiration, integrity,
Form:
Rhyme
Phony preacher man,
your doctrines are soft ...
of no eternal value
You peddle the pagan fluff,
sniffing the prosperity snuff,
gambling souls away with your holy bluff
False preacher man,
how eloquent you boast
But your doctrines are milquetoast
The doctrines of God are pure:
diamond hard like a rock
Holy Rock of our salvation,
a peculiar people is His holy nation
We demand hearing the truth,
we will not allow you to feed us lies
Dressing it up in disguise,
making abominable things appear so nice
Phony preacher man,
your doctrines are milquetoast soft ...
of no redemptive value
You never preach against the paradigms of sin,
but how could you?
You pushed your cow chips to the center,
and told the blackjack dealing demon you're all in
Selling out souls gives you the cheated win
Filthy lucre now stuffs your fat pockets,
as you greedily from the pulpit walk away
Apparently you never learnt,
that all toast gets burnt
when God rebukes thee on Judgment day
Categories:
milquetoast, betrayal, corruption, religious, spiritual,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
~ To the tune of:
'Where Have All the Flowers Gone?' ~
Where have all the comics gone
Long time passing
Milton Berle and Alan King
Long time did their thing
Where have all their insults gone
Long time passing
Don Rickles and Groucho Marx
Echo in empty parks
Where has all the slapstick gone
Long time passing
Larry, Moe, and Curly Joe
Gave way to milquetoast shows
Where have all the tap dancers gone
Sammy Davis, Donald O’Connor
Bumpers and grinders of today
Do the greats a dishonor
Where have all the comics gone
Georgie Jessel and George Burns
Gone the way of Romantic poets’ poems
~ Like Keats’ ‘Ode to a Grecian Urn’
Categories:
milquetoast, dance, farewell, humor, nostalgia,
Form:
Lyric
Precocious child
curious, wild
Whence come adults
milquetoast mild
Categories:
milquetoast, childhood, grandparents,
Form:
Rubai
Zapped our eyes
ears centers
not on a beam
unless
on a ledge
teeter-totter
in space
our eyes want more
or less
either way
satisfies
the milquetoast
our ears crave hypersonic
or a hum
matters not
his horns levitate
left and right
halos
hooked over them
self-righteousness he craves
when Christianity
behaves
dead are men’s spirits
around them
a buzZ
Categories:
milquetoast, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Good n plenti riches abound
unreachable to gentle
hermit while aboveground,
human ship of state
fore'er stranded aground
only thru death do him part will
his grievous soul get spirited airbound
chokehold sensation ceased when freedom
against debtor's prison unshackled
humongous human corporeal being all around
to little monetary largesse
arrived too late to astound
pipe dream eternally left within background
jackass kippered, milquetoast pockmarked,
Goliath scarred, voodoo battleground
visible near completely bloody lovely bones
partly denuded flesh
buried shallow belowground
scouting, scenting, scrabbling
one after another bloodhound
clamors leaps and doth bound
nosing, trumpeting, yelping...
despite snout muzzled reinforced brassbound,
no deterrent grisly bared, limp, lifeless body
sacrificed at skull and bones campground,
despite decay tell tale
hunch unearthed mound
picked over remains evince sound
Categories:
milquetoast, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Milquetoast is not spelled with a Kay
Pronounced milk toast, by the way
Vacuum has two u’s, which is crazy too
Spelling should not be done by me or you
Subpoena is one of those words I cannot figure out
Fuchsia too is a confusion, round and about
Enuff should be spelled like this I think.
Spelling enuff the other way is a waste of ink.
Categories:
milquetoast, words,
Form:
Rhyme