Best Misbehave Poems
A is for Annie Apple Blossom she buds in the Spring.
B is Betty Baby Breath she's such a dainty thing.
C is for Miss Candy Tuft pink-cheeked with hair of gold.
D is Debbie Dandelion who never does what she's told!
E is for Easter Lily she's as white as snow.
F is Francie Fairy Bells who ring-a-lings where she goes.
G is for Ginny Gardenia perfumed oh so sweet.
H is Holly Hocks a Tomboy, she has two left feet!
I is for Inca Lily dressed in colors light.
J is Joanie Jump-Ups, Johnny's little sister bright.
K is for Katie Kangaroo Paw her nails are painted red.
L is Lila Lady Slipper who stays too long a bed.
M is for Merry Morning Glory dressed in pale blue.
N is Nancy Narcissus who trumpets ""toodeloo!"
O is for Olivia the Ox-Eyed Daisy dolly.
P is Patty Petunia, her pancakes are a folly.
Q is for Queenie Anns Lace her dresses all have ruffles.
R is Ruby Rose-a-lee who almost always shuffles.
S is for Sandy Snap Dragon tall and thin. petite.
T is Tallulah Tulip her clothes are so off beat!
U is for Uma Umbrella Flower, sweet and sunny.
V is Vicky Violet she plays with Easter bunnies.
W is for Wendy Water Lily she'd rather swim than dance.
X is Xana Xmas Tree in Winter she's entrancing.
Y is for Yani Yarrow, a girl so bonny fair
Z is Zelda Zinnia, she pinning Yani's hair.
All our girls are fine and strong, so beautiful and brave
Not a single one of them would think to misbehave!
Bio: Wise woman.
Categories:
misbehave, daughter, easter, little sister,
Form:
Couplet
Weed is my name
Causing depression is my game
I can turn a super model into a whore
A millionaire poor
A classy lady trash
Now smoke me till I'm ash
I ruin your bank accounts
Break up perfect families / causing missery and pain
I don't really care about the hurt you go through
I'm just here to use you and mentally destroy you
You once were beautiful...liked for your looks
But your no longer welcome...your reminded of a dirty crook
I can turn an average teen...into a needy feind
A single mother...into a broken lover
Break me up and smoke me
Enhaul me and love me
Never put me down and i'll never let you down
I'm a silent killer
A silent addicter
I'm called different names because I bring certain pains and play vicious games
I attack your lungs...and you still don't learn none
I can have you thinking I'm here to help you
Make you feel a way...Cocain-Crystal Meth- and Heroin can't
Smoke me...i'll kill you
Roll me... then sale me
I'm here to destroy your dreams
I'm here to ruin your relationships
I am a crime and can help you become a prisinor in your own mind
I love the wormth of lips rapped around my tip
As you enhaul a deadly spell
I'm mentally unstable and physically unable to be seen as a bad thing
Mentally I make you crave
Physically I make you misbehave
Now take a HIT
And become an ADDICT
Categories:
misbehave, depressionme, love, me,
Form:
Yoga in Poem - A novel attempt 01/ Many
YOGA is a priceless gift given by great ancient Indian
saints for every human being through Vedas. I am
trying to bring one step each week before all my
known and unknown friends of Poetry Soup and for
other viewers for a glimpse of this treasure of India,
which in fact is a gift of Good Health
for the entire humanity.
Ravindra
Meditation Step 01
Meditation remains
The essence of healthy living
And the most precious
Gift given to humans
By the Almighty God.
We think and think
And puzzle our mind
With ideas and emotions
With worries and
Irrelevant thoughts.
This goes on in our minds
Ever since we find that
We have grown-up
To know and understand
And to behave with
The world.
But unfortunately
From that very time
We unknowingly start
Worrying also and
Sometimes
Not only during daytime
But even
When we are in sleep.
This never ending
Row of worries and worries only
Sometimes for reasons
And often without a season
Have become a habit
To lament
On what we have and
More on,
What we do not have.
This constant
Lamentation and pondering
Brings and form shape
A Free Gift for all of us
In the form of slow poisoning
Which we inhale and drink
Every day and every moment
When we breathe and talk
When we love or walk
When we behave and misbehave
When we are in a haste and
Even when
We lie on a cot
Or when we fight
Without a cause.
This constant thinking and
Worrying
Slowly destroy everything
Good and great in our heart
Given by the Almighty God.
But meditation and Yoga
Can restore
What we often unknowingly
Just throw away
By our day and night worrying
Which continues
When we go to sleep or
Are busy in accomplishing our tasks.
Meditation and Yoga
Can restore
What we often unknowingly
Have lost
By our worries
While sleeping and even while
Accomplishing our tasks
With a gift of better and healthy life.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 4rd /6th July 2013 To be continued ……
NOTE:
The series which I am starting today
is also a gift for all American
friends on their Great of Independence 4th July.
My Greetings for all of you.
With best wishes…Ravindra
Benefits of Meditation
can be seen and noted on the following webpage.
http://www.ineedmotivation.com/blog/2008/05/100-benefits-of-meditation/
Categories:
misbehave, happiness, health, inspirational, life,
Form:
Free verse
Me barber’s still one of them blokes who lives the school of old,
using methods quite old fashioned to what modern trends unfold,
so with scissors, clippers, hot towel, then lathered with a brush,
he’ll shave you with a cutthroat, though never in a rush.
And he offers further benefits, if you’re that way inclined,
for just a couple of extra bob, you get your shoes well shined,
and while waiting for your turn, you can read a magazine,
or tune in on conversation, while his razors shaving clean.
He sells those huge cigars as well. I think the Cuban brand!
And there’s Californian Poppy that the young won’t understand.
Wafting through his barber shop is the smell of after shave…
And today there is one customer, who wants to misbehave.
He’ll be in the chair before me; I have to put up with his rot,
his voice is loud and won’t shut up, intimidating all us lot,
so when his time had come, we hoped he’d give us all a spell,
then he demands a shave and haircut and to shine his shoes as well.
I watched the barber lathering, before he beckoned with a call…
then this beautiful young woman came and stood in front of all.
The barber mentioned “Here’s a customer, wanting you to shine his shoes”
and when she bent down to do the job she gave some awesome views.
The loudmouth couldn’t help himself; he had to open up his gob.
He mentioned to the pretty lass, that when she finishes her job,
they ought to sneak away together, and book themselves a motel room,
but from the lass who shone his shoes, a shock’s about to loom!
She smiled into his soaped up face, and gave his shoe a pat,
“I’m sorry sir, I’m married and my husband wouldn’t like that.”
“Your husband!” Scoffed the loudmouth, “Use your commonsense!
Tell him you’re working overtime and I’ll pay you the difference.”
The lass raised her brow and gave a grin, then his shoe a final wipe.
She stood up and took a deep breath before replying to his hype,
“Your offers pretty good” she said, “I’ll go and get my hat and coat,
but you can tell him if you like… he’s got the razor at your throat.”
©2005 Lindsay Laurie
Categories:
misbehave, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
An ill wind blows this hurricane Sandy ashore,
Making everyone wonder just what is in store.
The full moon will amplify the already large waves,
And Mother Nature in her glory will misbehave.
In a mega storm people will come together,
Knowing God is in control, including the weather.
It is a reminder that life is like a grain of sand.
And for our eternity, we have to plan.
Categories:
misbehave, natural disasters, nature, ocean,
Form:
Rhyme
TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ BRONTE INSPIRATION 1, 2 and 3
Little Patrick in the nursery playing with his toys
Asks ''MUM'' can I have a sister like the other girls and boy ?
His friends have told him in playschool about their expanding families
Our little boy wants a sibling and we are only too happy to please
With every waking moment , we climb those Bronte stairs
Or get cosy on the sofa, the foot stools and easy chairs
We felt that we had tried so hard and we had little left to give
The doctor told us that our test had come back positive
We are so very blessed Patrick’s a lovely little boy
He looks just like his daddy; he is our pride and joy
Despite the fact he’s young and only just aged three
He is so excited at the expected addition to the family
Only yesterday he brought me his favourite teddy
Put it in the nursery for when the time is ready
He would love a sister and has chosen a lovely name
I’ve told him to be patient we must play the waiting game.
Patrick often cuddles up and touches your tummy
Says ' I can feel her growing inside you mummy '
His much loved chicken nuggets he shares with you
Come on mum , you know you've got to eat for two
We giggle as Patrick’s patience grows shorter
I'm just hoping that we have a beautiful daughter
He wants a sister with every ounce of his heart
I'm praying that we can do our part.
The time for the birth is now drawing near
With you by my side I have nothing to fear
Patrick is due to stay with his little friend
To keep him amused on them we depend
Finally the waters break and the baby is on it way
We hurry to the hospital we have waited for this day
At last the baby arrives she has such a lovely face
Patrick’s name is so apt for her, so we have named her Grace
We take care to involve our son in all we try to do
Taking every opportunity to inspire hearts and minds a new
Our children have their moments and sometimes they misbehave
With love and careful guidance, we have a million memories to save
So many children's giggles and demonstrations of love and care
We give thanks to God for the happiness we share
We've ensured the Bronte house is a happy love filled place
A sanctuary of our own for our children Patrick and Grace
13th June 2014
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson
Categories:
misbehave, birth, family, love, mum,
Form:
Rhyme
The longest shadows start and end the day
like thoughts that creep from embryo to grave
so here within the midday sun we pray
to not be where the shadows misbehave.
But even in the bliss of summer highs,
bold thunder clouds roll in to snap and sneer.
When daunting lightning fractures purple skies,
its striking beauty slays instinctive fear.
A child has dreams of what life may become,
as elders wish they'd captured all those dreams,
but in the midst of life we all succumb
to fate and its bizarre unwritten schemes.
Yet in the face of unexpected pain,
we have the strength to confiscate the quill,
to change the tune of fate's unsung refrain.
Then, from our daring hearts, the ink will spill.
It drips on clefs that show us what to sing:
a world of notes that paint eternal spring.
This is a heroic sonnet that I wrote with Craig Cornish, one of my favourite gents here on PS!
I wrote verses 2&4 and line 2 of the couplet
Craig wrote verses 1&3 and the first line of the couplet
Categories:
misbehave, life,
Form:
Sonnet
He smiles in my direction as he walks in the door
And laughs at my heart, now a puddle on the floor,
The people walking by turn, point and stare,
I repeat over and over, “there’s nothing there…”
Rains of passion, waves of homicidal angst,
You can’t look backwards and still walk straight,
A million signs are screaming out at you:
Stop-danger-watch out-you’re running too
Quickly, swiftly your friends all walk away,
I’d like to say something, but it’d be so cliché,
Silently you sit and watch them go,
Hoping inside that they don’t know,
Maybe they won’t know, but everybody knows…
I think of you and I think about stars,
Captured fireflies in marmalade jars,
Beautiful reminders of what may have been,
But the fire goes out, and they lay there dead...
He says, “The poison doesn’t do it for me anymore,
I need a pain to leave me lying gasping on the floor,”
My eyes go cloudy as he looks to yesterday,
I say, “I never meant to hurt you anyways...”
It broke my heart, I almost cried
To see you hurting, so broke inside,
Twist, plunge deeper, lemon and salt it so,
Some suffer in silence, I’ve come to know,
You’d rather be alone, you asked me to go...
The colors flew around the walls,
How I got here I don’t recall,
He handed me the bottle and I didn’t think twice,
"Just get rid of the pain, whatever the price..."
I think we danced, at least we may’ve,
Silly boy, to think I’d misbehave,
He said, “I bet I can change your mind,”
Slow down, stop, (learn to) rewind,
“Hold my hand,” I pleaded, to who?
I don’t think so, that’s not something I’d do,
Stop, not there, leave me alone,
I don’t want to be touched anymore…
A glance at the reflection as I pass a mirror,
I thought I saw a smile, but it disappeared,
Spin around and around, a crystal ball,
Reality’s a mist that surrounds us all…
Categories:
misbehave, confusion, death, depression, devotion,
Form:
Couplet
You think it a lie, seeing that
old man in the mirror: some
imposter taking your name,
living in your house, calling
out to your wife as though
he had married her 40 years
ago and not you... what can
the old fellow want of you,
you wonder, and would ask,
but you fear his laughter....
So you never speak with him
and he runs the place just
as he sees fit: sleeping late,
eating early, taking a nap
and going for brief walks
when you'd prefer a jog.
He also doesn't care much
for taking those long drives
you love so much--too, too
far away from comfy home.
A thousand carefree miles
is but a dream to you,
while he shudders like it's
climbing Mount Everest!
Worst of all, he is less
patient with the myriad
fools of the world-- so
he'll rant and rave
when clerks misbehave.
And his politics! Right
and right he feels,
caring naught for the
downtrodden masses.
Yet he is kinder than
you ever were, more
thoughtful of others,
more giving, less taking.
He loves his friends and
doesn't seduce women
only to leave them empty.
Best of all, the old man
loves God-- he won't
see belief as folly,
for he has learned
the real illusion is
mortality, so he knows
death is a door, not
an impregnable wall.
You could learn much
from the old man
you share a life with,
but you won't, for
you are young--
what are God and
death and endless
soul to you...?
Categories:
misbehave, allegory, body, death, engagement,
Form:
Free verse
You are my friend
You laugh with me, you cry with me
You tell me things because I have earned your trust
I tell you my sins without a fear
You expect my rejection when it is your turn
But none from me will you receive
As sin is sin, whether more or less
I tell you truths you don’t wish to hear
You scold me when I misbehave
You tell me when I’m a “Drama Queen”
You put me up on a pedestal
We lift each other when ever one falls
We'll be there when the dark clouds appear
This is how it should be and is a promise we share
Sometimes we argue, at times we fight
Always admit when 'er we’re wrong
Never let pride nor grudge live in this space
Living easy, in a friendship, uncluttered, with
“I am sorry” and “I love you”
Just little words that mend big rifts
Let’s me know that you are
“My Friend”
Categories:
misbehave, friendship, life, me, me,
Form:
Free verse
I have two teens, a boy and girl
put here to cause me pain.
They fight like cats with their only goal
to drive me quite insane.
I've done my best and raised them well,
can't say they've not been taught.
But they play the victim when they misbehave
whenever they are caught.
Those crazy teenagers roll their eyes
just to see me getting riled.
I didn't learn, I should have stopped
at having one more child.
His pants are baggy and her skirt too short
but when I add in my two cents.
When I say my peace, no matter what,
they're quick to take offense.
They must inform their friends of everything
and it all ends up in a tweet.
And when taking pictures, they're quick to post
and rarely are discreet.
A bit short on manners and often rude,
the reason God made wine.
They're bereft of knowledge and lacking wisdom,
this really saves them time.
They want fashion clothes and fancy cars,
they're pleading for more phones.
They take my money every week
saying it's a loan.
They want more stuff, they need more things,
always ready to consume.
They will never know what they have
until they clean their rooms.
I give them chores, a little work,
then I have to reprimand.
Their faces blank as they do not care
or seek to understand.
If they must have sex, please play it safe
and give your Dad a break.
Don't take this wrong, you drive me nuts,
don't repeat all my mistakes.
God loves those teens as he made so many,
he must has a sense of play.
To get me back for the things I've done
just to watch me turning gray.
So to my children who think no rules apply,
this is just my point of view.
Remember this when you have your kids...
I hope they're just like you.
The End
*For those who may be interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every couple of days.
Categories:
misbehave, children, funny, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
For seeing the shy kid in the back row
For triggering my mind to misbehave
For rousing history's spark from shadow
The past is not mothball statistics, saved
It is people; bloody, broken and brave
For lessons taught, in all glory and flaw
I learned who I am - thank you, Mr. Law.
10/18/19
Categories:
misbehave, encouraging, high school, history,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Yes breathe the thinning air, our hearts dance ever higher
Stare the lovers' stare, gold dripping from desire
Whisper me a promise, we'll waltz into a dream
Up the passages of darkness, under luminous moonbeams
To the rhythm of our souls, where time exists no more
This never ending lovers' dance with stardust on the floor
Our hearts will beat as one, dancing deep into the night
Never letting go, trying to quench love's appetite
Your serenade of blissfulness which echoes through the cave
With captured plunder we'll escape, our thoughts will misbehave
The moon will blush, the stars will wink, the moment last forever
As we drink a cup of happiness, fulfill Cupid's endeavor
So breathe my wayward leaf of old, fall into this dream
Waltz up and down the stairs of rune, where time is not redeemed
Deep in the crevices of the moon, taste the dripping gold
Let's take this breath together, 'til both are leaves of old
by Daniel Turner
Categories:
misbehave, fantasy, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I can be selfish, insecure
And mean.
I can hide my dirt,
I can choose to come clean.
I make mistakes,
I can be hard to handle.
I can bring peace,
I can bring scandal.
I can be rough,
I can be rude.
I can bring a smile,
I can ruin the mood.
I can change my mind,
Or stay the same.
I can sit it out,
I can play the game.
I can go with the flow,
I can make a wave.
I can mind my manners,
I can misbehave.
I can speak,
I can remain silent.
I can be gentle,
I can be violent.
I can be difficult,
I can be easygoing.
I can stay the same,
Or continue growing.
I can say the wrong thing,
I can be shrewd.
I can hold it together,
I can become unglued.
I can choose to teach,
I can learn.
I can leave here,
I can return.
I can walk away,
Or stay and represent.
It is all about how I react,
To daily events.
Turbo1904 ?
Categories:
misbehave, life,
Form:
Rhyme
we haunt our own dreams,
our own heads,
we can't find peace,
even in our own beds,
we lose our minds,
to save our skin,
our childish game,
you'll never win,
cause you can hide,
but you can't run,
your flesh will burn,
under the sun,
the dead will crawl,
up from the grave,
to join the living,
that misbehave.
spelling issues and love.
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Categories:
misbehave, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme