Best Mischievously Poems
Do you remember our first kiss?
It`s captured eternally, on the canvas of my heart.
The oil of our pinnacle painted by Times' lasting brush.
Relived everyday, I refuse to let the moment dry.
Depicted, is day idly laying back as
night mischievously races forward.
The enchanting hour, sunset, vivid colours.
Picturesque.
In the moment itself:
the rhythm of life slows
magic sways in the air
thud..thud..thud
moans the impatient guardian of my chest.
The itch of my desire anticipating
the soothing massage.
The agonizing wait, your infuriating deliberation.
Remember?
The stars appeared. Murmured. And were ignored.
Tongues tangoed. Oblivious to time.
Uncharted territory finally discovered.
Finally claimed.
Can you picture it? Our living masterpiece.
“When I felt lonely and betrayed, God’s words, ‘Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God’ fell into my ears as a soothing zephyr” By Poet
Night fades away slow and steady,
As the sun makes his triumphant entry.
Zephyr wind comes to caress me,
Mischievously tangling my hair.
I feel her breath upon my whole body,
On my cheeks, in my hair and on my face.
She comes like a magical genie,
Somewhere from a hidden covert.
She comes on unfurled feathery wings.
Her arrival gives such a calming feel.
Sometimes she blows with wild abandon.
With no physical form, she is an invisible spirit,
An unshackled flow of current.
If we try to harness her,
She will slip out of control.
She is subtle with power.
All I can feel is her soft touch,
And all I hear is her soft susurration
As she passes along vales and dales.
She dances among the leaves of trees
Sings to flowers, beasts and birds
Makes them pulsate with life
Gives them their resonant song
She curls the still waters into silvery folds
Croft and fields await her presence
She makes the hot day sweet and balmy
She is warmly welcomed in scorched lands
But she won’t stay long to cheer our frayed nerves
She seems to belong to the gypsy tribe,
Never pitching her tent in a place to belong.
From far I hear the fluting song of reeds,
Suggesting she has withdrawn from my presence.
She is like the spirit of liberty, wild and free.
None can fetter her with a rope or string.
Oh Zephyr, so breezy, lovely and cool
Of all the winds, I love you the most.
HURRICANE HATTIE
It came like a thief
After midnight
Stealthily
Unawares
Mischievously
Spitefully
Desperately
Determined
With preconceived plans
Across the Caribbean Sea
Suddenly turning west
Making a beeline
To British Honduras
In Central America
It foiled expectations
That it would arrive
At seven the next morning
And
Instead
Made a surprise visit
Six hours earlier
And
Like the Gestapo
The KGB
The Secret Police
Attacked
While people were
Least prepared
Snoozing
Snoring
Dreaming
Of better things.
Discriminating
It attacked
Belize
Ignoring neighboring
Guatemala
Honduras
Mexico
As if
Remotely controlled
By some
Vengeful fanatic
At 150 miles per hour
And more
It
Clobbered
Battered
Hammered
Pounded
The coastline
Of
The Jewel
People still ’memba
How in ’61
It wrecked havoc
In Dangriga
Belize City
San Pedro
Cay Caulker
Among others
As it
Thumped
Hit
Broke
Lifted
Pushed
Carried
Dumped
Submerged
Their valuables
And
Like a Repo Man
Dispossess them
Of their
Treasured belongings
Within the
Make-belief safety
Of its eye
Poor people
Thinking it was over
Sought their fortunes
On the beaches
In the shops
In others’ property
When Hattie
On a round trip ticket
Came back hurriedly
And with
More gusto
Lashed out
As a category five
Storm
Typhoon
Hurricane
To teach them a lesson
In
Tort
Honesty
Respect
And dignity.
In the end
One third of the coast
Was devastated
One third
Damaged
And
Another third
Standing
With 264 dead
And millions
Of dollars lost
The place lay wasted
Spoiled
Thorn
Flooded
Damaged
Wounded
Smashed
Muddied
Polluted
As
Debris
Corpses
Belongings
And victims
Wallowed in its wake.
As it distanced itself
From
Its handiwork
And Observed
With a smirk
Its power
To
Subdue
Man
Woman and child
It grinned
In satisfaction
At its exploits
And its supernatural supremacy
To shape destiny
And vanquish the vulnerable
Big white clock is bored
With the uniformity of time
Flowing unnoticeably every day
Always the same tedious way
The clock has been sitting there
From the dawn of the time
Meticulously marking steps of
Hours minutes, and seconds
Till it could no longer bear
The meaningless existence
Of being a humdrum machine
One day the clock decided to try
Something a little bit different
A tiny experiment of stretching
Its' frame to right which resulted
In arrow of seconds slowing down
Then bending sharp to the left
The arrow of minutes jumped up
Clock excitedly slid down fast
Speeding up hourly flow of time
Then lazily went back to primal
Initial smooth fixed steady pace
Bringing time flow back to
Normal rhythm of the day
But now the clock felt inspired
So it tried to wrinkle the frame
Excitedly flipping upside down
Which resulted in unexpected flow
Of time acquiring velocity of its own
Detaching itself from the constant
Existence of space and swiftly
Rolling down the edge of a cliff
Clock fell into the dark precipice
Opening the heavy infinity doors
Where the clock hasn’t been before
In the pitch darkness it felt lost
Trying to catch the evading time
With the arrows arms like spread
Flapping through empty space
But time was evading the clock
Excited and free it mischievously
Played spellbound hide and seek
With the desperate clumsy clock
Which felt confused and scared
The world felt hopelessly lost
For the lonely terrified clock
The clock could no longer grasp
The wholesome consistency of time
Which was racing in its own speed
In infinite universe so the clock
Had to find out the way to catch
The time and make it uniform again
Feeling guilty of such a foolish attempt
To test things that should not have
Been controlled and questioned
Deeply repenting crooked clock
Tried to get back to its original form
Restoring smooth round shape
Straightening three bent black arrows
Tuning seconds minutes and hours
Recovering the consistency of time
That always flies by in the same
Monotonous predictable way
The clock swore never to
Experiment ever again
Being just a humble guardian
Of time instead of
Trying to manipulate it
The Publican and the Pharisee went for a walk after church
One wore pride and majesty, the other the marks of the birch
“I say, my man,” said the Pharisee, “will you tell if I come to the pub?”
“Nay, it makes no odds to me, and we do some cracking grub”
The Publican and the Pharisee quaffed back a couple of jars
And then another two, then three, for such is the way in bars
And as they drank their wine, an odd phenomenon occurred
The crown of hubris lost its shine, the marks of the birch became blurred
“I say, my man,” said the Pharisee, “I’m feeling a little *****”
The Publican chuckled, mischievously, “I reckon a short, and some beer”
The Pharisee, unused to drink, began to loose a screw
Became dishevelled, sweaty, pink, made a desperate run for the loo
Got locked in for a while, and had to crawl under the door
Got stuck, well hey, you have to smile, for half an hour or more
Was rescued by some rugby blokes, who loaned him some spare kit
And made up lots of witty jokes, about Pharisees covered in it
The Publican, sat at the bar, surveyed his sorry state
He wondered if he’d gone too far, in setting up his mate
“Just sit,” he said, “and listen well, for this I have to say
If I am surely bound for hell I’ll meet you on the way
You are no better, sir, than I, no better, and no worse
Your spiritual wealth is an arrogant lie, and your pride is a cardinal curse
I’m no angel, I confess, but hypocrisy, mate, I abhor
I reckon I should grovel less, and you just a little bit more”
The Pharisee gave a little nod, and hiccupped in assent
Muttered softly “Sorry God,” and got his coat and went
The Publican then rang the bell, poured out a short and sat
“Oh come on, God, you know the bloke, he really asked for that”
© Gail Foster 2016
THE SOLOIST
The Universe sang itself into being,
and we are one of it's songs.
It laughed mischievously at black holes,
that were hidden in massive throngs.
It spun a pirouette of galaxies,
danced in dizzy, joyful bliss.
It cast a spell of clustered stars,
and gave us our first kiss.
It made the wanderers to travel,
and stretched itself in time and space.
It called the Earth, all blue and wet,
and made the Milky Way our place.
It named immense and diminutive things,
it marked in secret scale.
From shooting stars, to Mayfly wings,
both in particle and cosmic braille.
All mute and quiet deep in space,
and earthbound songs usurping.
Exploding stars we could not hear,
but heard the crickets chirping.
In everywhere and anytime,
it shows us something new.
We shake our heads because we know,
the Soloist's not through.
by Edlynn Nau
My heart was hidden behind undetectable ramparts
He mischievously tiptoed over my heart, spreading fairy dust
Infiltrating every particle, echoing his call~~
My little blue cat Bumbie
Found in the street a Frumbie
Frumbie was a beetle
Mischievously kittle
Kicked cat's ass like a brumby
My little blue cat/Limerick/ Copyright©Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 11/18/2014
The autumn breeze danced
among the multi colored trees
It smiled mischievously as it
whirled and twirled endlessly
tirelessly with strong forceful gusts
It tugged at the vibrant colored leaves
The leaves clutched the branches
not wanting to fall
They were no match for the brisk breeze
With a soft sigh they descend to autumn's call.
A Mothers Ears
my baby's movements
time for his presence in life
I hear his pain cry
playground laughter recognized
my heart and sense know he's mine
mother’s gift to hear
what her children are up to
even when they're
being quiet in their room
mischievously in fun play
5/3/2015
If I had x-ray vision
How naughty I would be
Spend all of my time in jail
Disregarding all privacy
Who wouldn't like to fly
Think of the time we'd save
Like a bird, take to the sky
Avoiding the TSA
Powers of the mind
The future perfectly clear
Secrets I would find
If your thoughts went in my ear
Telekinesis might be fun
Move anything with your eyes
The power of the sun
Mischievously fantasize
Wisdom was King Solomon's desire
In a way, wisdom is power
But wisdom is inspired
With a gift already empowered
It's the most important one
We often carelessly use
When all is said and done
Our gift is the power to choose
an original poem by the "Poemdog" Daniel Turner
You bought the ticket, so let's take a ride
I promise not to leave you unsatisfied
You may want a life vest and/or bear spray
And abandon all hope as you enter the doorway...
There's the part of me that runs amok while I sleep
The eccentric puppeteer with a flock of black sheep
Mysteriously promoting subconscious motivations
And slipping in mischievously to my daily communication
There's the part of me that sullenly sulks and mopes
Impossible to please and the dasher of all my hopes
Nothing is ever good enough 'cause it's all so bad
If I ever go to a rubber room, it's 'cause he drove me mad
There's the part of me that endlessly fantasizes
Always conjuring grandiose and complicated enterprises
Content to ruminate and pontificate, but never actually "do"
He's the one who looks fine, as long as you look askew
There's the part of me that works hard and stays quiet
Generally, he's the one I allow to be the pilot
Busy keeping this mind field intact and nicely landscaped
He's the one I always wish got a chance to have escaped
There's many other parts of me vying for their turn at the helm
But, for the most part, I never let them overwhelm
It's as easy as herding cats or nailing jello to the wall
But I must have a self-governing principle, a guiding protocol
I never let any part of myself run the show always
Some I can only let out on vacations and holidays
And I never keep any part of myself shut out completely
I just let it out ever so discreetly
The snowy mountaintops at the distance
Long trodden ways criss-crossing my momentary dreams
I perch upon the wings of poetry, my engrossing passion
I reach there Edmund, Tenzing Norgay smiling at me
Days after day I trudge along
The paths of reality, hundred hands raised towards me
Caressing me like thirsty leeches
Stripping me of all soothing loneliness
My loneliness set in a distressing trajectory
I run and run to grab it, to hold it close to my bosom
Yet it escapes my outstretched arms, an imp
Grinning mischievously at my weary soul
My dream sets me on a misty hike
The forests ferny floor, the towering trees
I leap and bound over peaks after peaks
I clutch at soft underbellies of a cloudlet
I stand on a white sunny snowcapped peak
My wings feel a strong urge to soar and soar and soar
My entity finally gives in to my Casanova solitude
Snowflakes falling, falling all night
My pine tree adorned, now illuminating under snow
I brush and brush off, unveiling Christmas twinkling lights
Giving the white ground a colorful glow
An appearance of a Hallmark card, I must say
My children gather around the tree in merriment
Then one by one they form fluffy snowballs
Laughing mischievously they begin to throw them at me
Well you can guess what happens next
Yep, before I was done they are covered in white
Red face and cold we all go indoors for the night
In front of the fireplace tired, beginning to warm
We look at each other and started to grin
Deep belly-laughs replaces the grins
You can't have enough of a good thing
For Nathan's "Christmas Joy" contest
We grow up together, simple and fair
But we fawn over leaving, "Oh how life is bare!"
We think to ourselves, "One day I'll be out of here!"
Yet our ignorance spoon feeds us, into the mouth of fear.
Oh fate! How you promised bliss,
yet this is not at all
Why do you trick me mischievously?
Is it just to see me fall?
We grieve in woe; for our fortune is unfortunate,
For freedom isn't free
What's this price to pay? The cost? Bring life back to me!
Oh fate! Your tale-telling lies! You spin the yarn of life!
We believe you and pass through, our ego tells us we are right.
But we mustn't be, for this cannot be real
Our lives torn apart, and unto the spinning wheel.
Back to fate, we go; home to the ferocious beast
To hear more fairy tales pass through our ears,
"Ignorance is bliss!" It makes us plead!