Best Misbehaves Poems
Rain’s riot banishes peace of mind day,
Deluge damning dumps devious rage wet.
Storm, summer rain's wild child pours on display;
Lightning fierce, firing fitful since sunset,
Bass booming thundercracks dishing dismay,
Reverb atmospheric quaking dire threat.
Tantrum, summer's sobs throbs at window’s pain--
That this hellish brat exists, blackened bane!
Strobes’ amperage sizzling slow-motion fear
As brute force rants with spate’s tongue-lashing raves.
Kiss of death’s electric surge stalks me here,
Sky-splitting rumbling roars rock shocked airwaves.
Combustion spontaneous in juiced air,
Summer spawned tempest's temper misbehaves!
Menace.., nightmare slow swirls away turtle’s pace--
I feel color returning to pale face.
SusanAshley
August 23, 2017
N/A
Premiere Contest: Summer Rain Storm
Sponsor: Dale Gregory Cozart
Categories:
misbehaves, nature, rain, storm, summer,
Form:
Ottava rima
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:
misbehaves, natural disasters, nature, ocean,
Form:
Rhyme
"O summer wants to know just why
You're oft' to chase me off the sky,"
Said Moon to Sun, with teary eye,
"For it's quite up to me ...
To dance the silver sea!"
"Well, Summer winked at me at noon,"
Said Sun, "Thus teasing me to swoon -
We're playing favorites, Mister Moon,
For THIS star misbehaves ...
To dance the golden waves!"
"But that can't be - not half a chance,
I'm made to paint the eve's romance,"
Said Moon, to Sun, with cordial glance,
"Tis lovers wait my cue ...
To dance the briny blue!"
"Yet, wee ones play my shoreline, bright
On hot days filled with laughs and light
In surf," said Sun, "A-churning white,
My shine on waters, cold,
To dance the ocean, gold!"
"Of summer sky, you've twice as much,
I've wished so long, your golden touch,
Still ... I take care of dreams and such,
One silver-shined doubloon ...
To dance the sea!" Said Moon.
"Come on, let's have some shiny fun!"
But came no answer from the Sun,
Now her long summer day was done ...
And Moonie's mischief ... just begun!
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "The Sun And The Moon" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
misbehaves, appreciation, moon, nature, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
The harbour rests from the rolling waves
Of a windswept and tempestuous sea
Beyond the breakwater lay sailors graves
Where shipwrecks in eternal sleep rest free
Once lured upon the rocks they didn’t see
Now ghosts of sailors take their endless rest
With sirens haunting cries, their bemoaning plea
Heard in the wind and the waves foaming crest
Yachts now moored, as their owners misbehaves
In dim lit cabins with lovers on their knee
Pink gin’s at sunset and acting like knaves
While jealous husbands spy hiding on the quay
And lovers sit on their boats drinking Chablis
Other yachts sit forlorn not looking their best
Their days spent at sea, with the call of the siren’s banshee
Heard in the wind and the waves foaming crest
Fishing boats chug past, their crew now waves
At those waiting for their catch with impish glee
On the quayside, fish, their customers now craves
And the fee for their catch they readily agree
Then having a meal completely buckshee
The fishermen go home for a well-earned rest
No more trawling, hearing sirens or wailing kelpie
Heard in the wind and the waves foaming crest
Life in the harbour for some is all but carefree
Yet for others it may not be so heaven blest
As they sail troubled seas where sirens can be
Heard in the wind and the waves foaming crest
Categories:
misbehaves, fishing, mythology, ocean, sea,
Form:
Ballade
Mother Africa,
Gather your sheep like a good shepherd.
Teach them morals and guide them rightly,
Educate them on African Values and culture.
Protect your sheep from the hynas and lions
That parade more in the forest of life to kill.
Remember the community begins at home.
I know you are not irresponsible like the Goat
Who has three breast but gave birth to four kids;
What will the fouth kid suck if others are sucking?
Guide the boys to stop looking at the Ladies lustfully,
The girls must bring their husband home as it is
Stated in the tradition of Africa, no under tree love.
Cover your children with your wings like
Mother Hen covers her chicks against the kites.
Do not go loose in front of the young minds;
For when mother cow is cropping giant grasses
Her calf watches her from behind the scene.
Act like the mother you are not like a child you're not.
When a child misbehaves in your presence,
Hit him with a rod of correction and bring him
Back to your side with a sweet flavoured left hand.
Educate the ladies how to close their legs while sitting, and the boys, you must not leave behind;
Teach them that Africans never pregnate a lady before they marry her and the younger ones,
Tell them that Africans don't put their trouser
on their waists.
See her in skimpy skirt and drive the skirt away from her waist, African women don't wear skimpy skirt.
Those whose wrapper always untie because of civilization, padlock the wrapper to their waists.
Those boys whose pants flip up and down publicly,
Tie their pants with ropes to their waist, Africans have a face to preserve and protect in days to come.
She lust after money when in love and lost her value, show her what love means to Africans.
Father Africa, leave all not in the hands of Mother,
Bark when you needs to bark in front of your sheep.
Roar like a wounded Lion when the sheep goes wild,
All should not be left in the hands of Mother Africa
Nature has made us two, two together, two hearts beating as one can preserve many lost dignities.
You and you can save the you that stray away in shame.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
All Right Reserved 2016
Categories:
misbehaves, africa, art,
Form:
Ballad
I got a part-time job
of which i"m very fond.
It is down at the South Inch
at the local boating pond.
I help to sell the tickets
and call out when they"re done,
and in this sunny weather
it really is quite fun.
There are fifteen rowing boats
and paddlers if you must,
but there are no sailing dinghy"s
the wind here does not gust.
The job it needs attention,
you have a pen and book.
To keep track of everybody,
and you have to look...
to see that all is well
and no one misbehaves.
The waters only three foot deep
but their life you"d have to save.
But on one Saturday,
the pond was really busy
so much going on
my head was really dizzy.
I looked into my book.
What is a man to do.
I could not hurry time
there will always be a queue.
"Number six your time is up"
I called with little choice.
Then looked across the water
as they ignored my voice.
"Number six,"I faintly croaked,
"are you doing fine?"
and then the penny dropped
"In trouble number nine?"
Categories:
misbehaves, funnytime,
Form:
Rhyme
Gravitational Waves
occurred every time Einstein misbehaves
but with Stephen Hawking
they also felt there was simply too much talking.
Categories:
misbehaves, blessing,
Form:
Clerihew
Dusty
He meets with elusive witches
Spanning deep gullies and ditches
Cracked faces to suture stitches-
The whimpering teething child
With body seething hot and wild
Soon he sleeps with pain mild.
With ease he digs out sore tooth
That fouls the wretch’s mouth
To remove a cyst from “th’ rooth”
Suffering ill-timed complex labour
He swings a miniature sabre
Retrieving breech future blubber!
Dusty’s offers invaluable solace
To they who in disgrace grimace
By the knowledgeable embrace!
****
He’s a little more concerned
With scrub and putting up patches
Or seeing patients stir in fitness
And to mend the ailing wretch.
Relieve or solace a man who gives
Removes from an ailing heart
Pain, misery and a load of gyves.
With needles so thin and sharp
And a handful of bitter pills
Music of the soul Doctors harp
To postpone execution of wills!
When Dusty’s around in a show
Terrified by his paraphernalia
Illness and misery cringe or bow!
Prognosis and its efficacy
Is measured by number of graves-
Much Dead scrap you’ll see
When a mechanic misbehaves:
Child with a body simmering hot
Dad with his usual aching head
Sweet Mum with her hell lot....
**Dedication to the Dustcoats, I mean Doctors!
JM
21st Nov’ 2013
Categories:
misbehaves,
Form:
Rhyme
I have a sassy little Chihuahua,
she can be a nut
and sometimes she misbehaves
and I spank her little butt.
Sometimes she's such a "Diva"
and thinks she is the "Queen"
and she can be so prissy
if you know what I mean.
I love her like she's my own,
and that might just sound strange
but no matter what I do
she never does complain.
She loves me without hesitance,
and protects me at all cost
she's got the "Napoleon" complex
and without her, I'd be lost.
We got her a little friend,
and she's a stinker too
and another little priss
which is nothing new.
They really do act like our kids,
and we already have three sons
I guess it just adds to the mix
when the day is done.
So with that being said,
it's not so hard to see
though she is just "Isabella"
she'll always be, my little IzzyB.
5/23/14-Jessica Thompson
Categories:
misbehaves, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
Loud your voice high,
And repeat after me,
Al Quds! Jerusalem!
Nay Urshalim,
It’s free but not for sale or hire!
Al Quds, capital of all Palestine
From north to south,
From east to west,
The eternal city, the mighty city,
The whole and the empire,
Trump, turns tramp,
And the shithole of countries,
That he despised, hated,
But forgot his native German village,
The ‘Mire’!
He displayed the entire white house,
The mighty house,
Furniture and co for sale
But failed to find a buyer,
But sooner or later,
Will be confused
Or what the US is made of,
Nations, peoples, cultures
Of the empire,
Sooner or later Mr. Trump,
Or rather tramp,
If he still misbehaves,
And sets his own house,
The American peoples’ house
Into fire!
We do not know whether,
He is deranged, or an imposter,
We do not know if he’s really,
Tracked a deal with Mr Nat,
And with the mobs
And with the high way robbers,
And with a Zionist,
The slayer,
To sell what does not belong to him,
We do not know either about his wish,
About his fish and dish,
Or was it simply part of his wicked
Desire,
But we swore that Al Quds,
The US, and with all its lovable people,
The whole country,
And the entire,
Know nothing of the plot
That gathered Mr Nat. And co,
And with a cheap Arabian Sheikh,
That went under the table,
And on a secret parchment and
A flayer,
Oh! Believers,
Be patient now and wait,
For your saviour,
The coming Mahdi,
And for the truth and for the challenge,
And for the wicked and the false prophet,
To come and be defeated,
And for the imposter liar!
Categories:
misbehaves, america, discrimination, history, immigration,
Form:
Rhyme
A sapphire blue sea, with dancing waves,
Showing off as the one who misbehaves.
Each time they come to kiss the earth,
They then exist no more and meet their death.
But it was just one kiss,
That could not be missed.
And after the moment, the goal was achieved,
After the goal, they stand relieved.
For love was the destination and love was reason,
For life to carry on and on.
And these love scenes are witnessed,
On each shore of the ocean broadened.
And in silence does this affair happen,
And in silence does it come to its conclusion.
To please the Director Who set up this show.
In silence for spectators to watch and know.
That nature is but all in perfection,
Due to recognition of the state of equilibrium.
Categories:
misbehaves, appreciation, beach, beautiful, blessing,
Form:
Couplet
Blue on ocean blue
dance rippled shaded hues
Indigo casting blended shades
as violet muses misbehaves
Waltz in between
the Azure cyan scenes;
The island of Capri's breast
remains icy arctic blue skies at rest
touch down to evening cobalt dark
set the dye as it casts days final spark.
Salsa Latin sensual queens
electrify softer periwinkle dreams.
Peacock dresses hurry away
in the wavy foam of sapphire sways
Persian blue abshari flows
along a silky darkened road.
In the evening mist the rainbow fade
to every color the prism laid.
1/24/2017
Categories:
misbehaves, blue, color, dance,
Form:
Rhyme
How's the future
if they can't read and write?
Is there sunrise
if they can't eat right?
What lies ahead
if they're tortured and dead
In the arms of the old
that always misbehaves.
Categories:
misbehaves, abuse, children, growth, youth,
Form:
Free verse
A perfectly predictable purplish tabby cat misbehaves
Dancing across magnificent magpies excavated graves
Squirming yellow shining housefly larvae she enslaves
Swimming through thick sticky b-positive tidal waves
A polka dotted butterfly with stiletto and cream shaves
Categories:
misbehaves, allegory, life
Form:
Monorhyme
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF-NativePen 011
CONSCIENCE
TIME OF THOUGHT:LOSS
DATE OF THOUGHT:LOSS
The uncorruptible judge of universe
Voice of mans spirit
The breaker of the stone heart
He pounds the accused heart to confess
A mortal pessile
The road that punishes
The accuse mind
He chastises the mind of kings and priest
He makes the most secretive person to voice out
The arch angel in our heart
Mr no nonsense
He is no respecter of anyone
He changes the mood of a friendly one
Whenever he misbehaves
He never condone any indiscipline
He shout at his environment
Whenever he notices any bad deeds
The ever faithful companion
Dear friend
Dear ally
Do you have any?
Categories:
misbehaves, allegory, angel, heart, identity,
Form: