Best Misbehaving Poems


Premium Member Morris the Thesaurus Tortoise

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

Premium Member Acting Out

.            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:)

Premium Member Eddy

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."


Box of Smiles

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

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**

Illicit Itch

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


Premium Member Time of Our Life

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

Premium Member Slave To Love

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

Premium Member In My Desperation I Prayed Unto the Lord and He Listened-

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

Crying Hands

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.

My Computer

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*

Ecstasy Showers

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

Premium Member Unsung Heroes of the Predawn Light

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...

Horny Queen

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.

Monolog Audition For the New Sitcom: "desperation 101"

"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?

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