Best Misbehaving Poems
Ocie the Ocelot liked words a lot!
As a tot, words like dot and trot hit the spot
Then, getting older, the folder on her shoulder grew bolder
What was once handy stopped ringing so dandy
Craving vocabulary candy to bandy
She sought what she ought, to form lukewarm to hot
Mooshu, the emu guru, knew what to do
To bring notice and gain focus
Journey there, to the oracle's lair
The fortress of Morris the Thesaurus Tortoise
When she approached his door, saying, "I want more!"
His smile creased - he replied, "Your covet's increased!"
She confessed her distress at being a pest
But he said, "My dear, you're not stubborn - you're tenacious!
You're not merely aware - you're perspicacious!"
It's not only knowledge; it's proficiency, cognition, discernment
For ideas, impressions, concepts, brainstorming segments
Be bold, audacious, intrepid, resolute, gallant
Credit your capacity, flair, savvy, talent
Evade the cliche, the commonplace, the trite
Clamp on, lacerate, masticate, bite!
Hours freed, for her need to succeed
Then, at the end, one final creed to heed-
Don't fall a slave to the misbehaving knave
Sometimes, the simpler speech is the one to save.
3/4/19
Poem of the Day 3/06/19
. Acting Out
Standing, lying, falling, crawling, I keep trying, crying, lying, rhyming, love is blinding
I play, obey, eat, -I digest, caress the softness, when I'm blinking, I'm found sinking
I find myself thinking, walking, talking, mocking, craving, misbehaving, and dreaming
Shake, break, my heart can't take, I smile, in style, small thoughts, are all I got
I'm lazy, hazy, I get crazy, I shout, when in doubt, Acting Out, that's what I'm all about
By:)
I try to see
back before
to who Eddy once was
just barely before when
the bending began
Eddy was after all
a cute child
wide eyed
hugging kissing and kind
Somehow horrible happened
It tricked and trapped his mind
Loud shouting screaming sounds
parents preaching pain
through domestic degradation
careless communication
fraught with frustration
Pass the potatoes please
then spilled milk smacking sensation
belt welts broken eggs no bacon
Get up go clean up
never ever interrupt
battles brief and abrupt
ranting and raving
mom misbehaving
Eddy helpless and in need of saving
experiencing what no child should be braving
Learning man lessons
before he started shaving
He can't depend on dear dad
who pretends perfection
in his ship shape barber shop
where his jolly joking rarely stops
Important friends doctors and cops
humorous happy back slaps
Eddy feels hidden looks and subtle attacks
Shoe shine simple
comic book quick
When the shop closes
Tearful Eddy gets another licking
At two times five even Eddy starts kicking
his hurt turns into fists swinging
runaway day trip escaping
Then away he starts staying
getting into trouble time
not enough praying
rules that need breaking
Who he'll become
there's little mistaking
what he wants he happily starts taking
He can't shake the mistakes
Travels life fast with worn brakes
Tears turn into lakes
He has and has caused
many heart breaks
Sometimes past prisons
Are to hard to escape
I think of my daddy
dear Eddy
and my soul shakes
Sometimes time ticks
Other times it just takes!
Inspired by a comment made by John Hamilton after he read my
poem "between the words of my father".
My Entry for S. Grace's "Mental Illness Contest."
I bought a box of smiles
Now I'm in a perdicament
Since there's only a few
How do I best use them
Do I pull out a smile when I see a child
Or wait for a funny situation
Do I cut one in half to add to a nervous laugh
When I'm clearly caught misbehaving
Do I share one with my neighbor
Whose husband is gone and she's all alone
Use them now or save them for later
Or do I put one on when I see a couple
Hand in hand walking down the street
I know how that feels cause it gives me chills
When my girl and I do the same thing
Should I head to the beach and in the box reach
For a smile on a bright sunny day
Or just sit tight for whatever might
Any day come my way
I never knew there were so many different reasons
For which a smile is meant
So I just took one out, the perfect smile
And wore it everywhere I went
Realizing soon after that
That smiles never really wear down
So I opened the box, took out the whole lot
And passed all the smiles around
Now everyone I see smiles back at me
All they needed was someone to share them
I still have a few so here's one for you
They're so popular now everyone wears them
If I ruled the world,
I'd round up all the men.
Send them to Afghanistan,
...And nuke the place again,
and again.
I'd collect and burn,
All the world's monies
And make sex slaves,
Of all the honeys
I would kill all the ugly ones
Well save one or two
So when I'm drunk I'll say
'**** you look good to scr3w'
I suppose you wanted everyone,
To live in peace on the earth?
But believe me, if I ruled
That would be all a myth
But I'm sure after fifty years
Of all that sex slaving
Everyone will be related
And there would be no misbehaving
Because I will make sure
Brother does not kill brother
And to women, the children
Will call all of them mother
To me, you guessed it
They will call me father
So I don't need riches or power
Or greed, just lust
I don't need gold or diamonds
Only women with a 42DD bust.......
**Requested by my Cousin Michelle**
Spray your love in the masochistic mist,
shapely satisfying the illicit itch...
With handcuffs upon the wicked wrist,
narcotic nectars that will bewitch…
Salacious secretions that must assist,
appeasing appetites that shall enrich...
Salivating on parts hardly ever kissed,
exploring erotica within its niche…
Licentious desires amidst negligent night,
engulfing erections are craving...
Passionate pistils partake in their plight,
tender thoughts are misbehaving…
Bodies in motion divulge in delight,
as animalistic aphrodisiacs are raving...
Concupiscence convulsions do bite;
willing wanton wizards are waving…
Hold me tight as we twist and twitch,
upon luscious landscapes yearning...
Libidinousness lactations in their stitch,
beauteous breasts are burning…
Carnal covetousness stings their pitch,
for evocative emulations returning...
Leaving humble humanity in the ditch,
lacrimal lewdness upon learning.
Oct.15.2019
Itch, witch, glitch or twitch
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Background Music...Sade
"No Ordinary Love"
With Female Virtual Voice
N/A for contest
autumn rainstorm
the sound of freedom
the taste of youth
skipping classes
naughty and misbehaving
to tunes on the radio
safe in our own world
thought we had it all
we had each other
and our dreams
of time standing still
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
As I work hard in the hot cotton fields all day
I dreadfully think about the long night to come
Since you lost your wife you tell me you're lonely
and sneak me out from my shack to your huge mansion
Into your bed, where you use me and pretend to love me
I must pretend to like being with you, to stay safe and alive
My family has no idea I am with you almost every night
The lottery day is coming soon and I am fearful of being sold
My babies are here at this plantation, alive and thriving
I hope to be able escape soon before they are put to work
Their Father was recently beaten to death for misbehaving
He was fighting for us to try to escape to the north to be freed
Lincoln is doing what he can to make changes, I have hope
In the meantime, I continue to plan ways to escape or kill you
I continue to endure the long work days and poor living conditions
And at night I will continue to be with you as your slave to love
As I will continue to fight for my family and for our freedom
7/3/19
I was in a funk,
In a state of debunk
In a state of despair
Depressed and hollowed out
All I could do is just shout
Help me
Help me
Help me Lord God, Help me out
And
In my desperation I prayed,
And this is what God said
My son, my daughter Listen to the Lord listen
He (I) will save you
From yourselves and the wilderness
In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;
He saved me from all my troubles.
In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;
He saved me from all my troubles.
In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;
He saved me from all my troubles.
Hallelujah
I will listen
For on the double
I will save you from all your troubles
And the LORD listened; he saved me from all my troubles.
Results in rash or extreme behavior.
I will come down and save you
"Having lost all hope."
I will allow you to float
Just you and I, walking out on water
In times of trouble I’ll be there on the double
If you are desperate for food,
In the means you are starving,
I will provide you supper and settle all your cravings I will bless you forgive you in your misbehaving
a desperate situation
I was in a funk,
In a state of debunk
In a state of despair
Depressed and hollowed out
All I could do is just shout
Help me
Help me
Help me Lord God, Help me out
And...
In my desperation I prayed,
And this is what God said
My son, my daughter Listen to the Lord listen
He (I) will save you
From yourselves and the wilderness
I will listen For on the double
I will save you from all your troubles
and the LORD listened; he saved me from all my troubles.
In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;
He saved me from all my troubles.
In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;
He saved me from all my troubles.
In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;
He saved me from all my troubles.
2/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Psalm 34:6 NLT
These once nimble fingers,
pinned diapers on your behind.
Swatted the misbehaving toddler,
when you got out of line.
Held you the first day of school,
applauded loudly as the graduate passed.
Waved goodbye when you moved to college,
prayed your marriage and happiness would last.
I use words to paint memories,
to remind me how it began.
But now these once nimble fingers,
can barely hold my pen.
I want to tell you one last time,
before these hands of mine go.
I’d like to give you one last rhyme,
to tell you daughter, how I love you so.
The buttons are not working anymore,
Not now,’slash!,copy!,print!”just like before,
He’s misbehaving again ,
I will throw him down the drain,
Though last month, I was able to restore.
Right now, release my files before you crash,
Would have loved to give you slap in a flash,
I don’t want this contract missed,
Which will lead to being dismissed,
Wake up, boy!,don’t do this!,let’s make this cash.
*Limerick and Personification*
misbehaving on the floor
I tease you
but you beg for something more
rugged muscles
spinning you around on all fours
sexy voluptuous thick contours
hard convictions easing into her soft-core
marvelous perfection
naked splendor
creamy submissive skin
supple and tender
nice and warm
with curvaceous wonders
hands containing
sensuous healing powers
applying naughty sacred
foreplay thunder
dirty actions being cleansed by
early morning sun enriched ecstasy showers.....
panty dropping
body rocking
booty popping
heads bobbing
pistol cocking
parts interlocking
once I get started
there is no stopping
romantic aromatic candle lights
sweaty ravenous ravishing nights
lovers making all the wrong things right
tonight is all about getting freaky nasty
nothing polite
We are the unsung heroes of the predawn light.
No we may never have fought in a great war,
or saved a soul from the snapping jaws of death.
People wave to us, but few know who we are
and most on a good days run could care less.
Like the organ grinder's monkey from days of old,
we have been repeatedly trained to do a task.
We do a job few would even consider doing
and most would not even attempt to try.
A job burdened with ever growing responsibility
due to the minutia of a ever expanding bureaucracy.
A grossly undervalued, underappreciated profession
designated part-time by thoughtless administrations
that mouth how important we all are once a year
only to persecute us for every trifling thing later.
If you are lucky enough to survive a number of years
without resigning or becoming a sacrificial lamb
on the altar of a fearful self serving public face,
you will get a tiny pension for your devoted service.
We are the unsung heroes of the predawn light.
The tolerant souls that routinely put up with
a few rude demanding manipulative parents
and their insolent misbehaving little darlings
just to be able to serve the greater majority
of decent well meaning thoughtful parents
and the precious treasures of tomorrow
they have temporarily entrusted to us.
Like a hamster running on a little wheel,
we go around in circles every single day,
but unlike the hamster we must summon
every instinct and learned skill to insure
every turn we make is executed flawlessly.
We are kept aloft on our spinning wheel
by the deliberate hands of a caring heart
and the many small souls seated behind us
that come to trust us not to make a mistake.
We are the one person in their little lives
that are not allowed to ever let them down
for neither of us may be able to live with it.
We are their school bus drivers...
the man with a crown on his head
has likely to spend time in bed
the Queen, misbehaving
the cause of much raving
preferring most couches instead.
"I'll not hold onto scraps of paper
love notes folded origami
brain confetti from last year
I'll not hold on, (for long) my dear
I'll not hide secret dried up flowers
slips of some things 'till tomorrow
never sipping sweet fruition
for it seems, my intuition
proved me wrong again.
I'll not remember your cologne
or spray it on when you're not home
and while I'm at it I'll forget
just why I loved you then...
and yet...
I kind of wonder what you're thinking,
if you need me, if you're sinking,
Maybe if I called this moment
it would save you from some torment?
Maybe if I saw you daily
sang our song on mix tapes, maybe...
you would then remember love notes
you would think on all you then wrote
How you loved me 'till tomorrow,
How we shared our joys and sorrow
So, perhaps, it's all worth saving
even when you're misbehaving
Maybe we should just get married!
Get a house, a bouncing baby
Mortgage life, dear - call me crazy...
as long as you just call me."
Well...um... did I get the part?