Best Mixed Bag Poems
Cut out the bad part
Just like cancer
The perfect solution
The ultimate answer
Oh, if only I could isolate
The purest property
Maybe I’d get a handle on
My inhumanity
Weed out the bad stuff
Chaff from wheat
Make the good half
The thing complete
Oh, if only we could separate
The water from the oil
The consummate broth, the ideal brew
Before it started to boil
One drop taints the mixture –
Part and parcel of the mass
The formula is its element
One pupil is the class
I’m a mixed bag, a curate’s egg –
Take the bad with the good
It’s only in this way modern man
Can ever be understood
Cut out the bad part
Just like cancer
The seismic solution
The cosmic answer
There’s Stephen Hawking
In his old wheelchair
Who would believe all infinity
Could be rattling around in there?
In his likeness and,
Out of boundless love, he
Cursed the earth into existence.
Every man with a uniqueness which
Nourishes the sight.
When the clouds ladens and,
Thunderbolts rocks the earth,
Children fix their stares to the skies and,
Grace their eyes with arrays of wonderful colors.
Children laughing
and running into the candy store ...
Hey mister candy man,
I'll have two of everything you got
Except those black ones ... ugh ugh
Mama says: they're nasty, they ain't no good
If you let one touch yo' lips, all yo' teeth are gonna rot
Yeah mister candy man,
I'll also have two of everything you got
Don't want those black ones either ... ugh ugh
Papa says: they ain't good for nothing,
no sir, they stink something awful, the whole lot
But mama, she confuses me sometimes
She'll turn around and say the opposite thing to me
She says she loves those black berries,
and the country fresh black-eyed peas
Says the black banana makes the pudding real sweet
Yeah, papa confuses me sometimes too
He'll say the opposite of what he just told you
He says he loves the ribs with the black smoke ring,
and dark black coffee early in the morning
Says the best is those black olives in his Irish beef stew
The strangest thing to me, the young girl said,
is mama don't mind, no she don't mind at all
getting her hands black from rolling the tobacco
Yeah, ain't that strange, the young boy said,
even though grandpa died from cancer and all,
Papa says God blessed us with this rich black coal
We realize we want them,
Can't feel our life without them,
But who knows how to keep them,
Fresh and sweet as when they're new?
Like butterflies that flutter
To different flowers that glitter,
Though we try not to fritter,
Still they vanish like the dew!
A child can young souls tether
Help them face stormy weather,
But floating like a feather,
Drift their unchained emotions.
Pairs childless have more freedom,
When no one really needs them,
But still with all their wisdom,
They face uncharted oceans.
Our passions for life bind us,
Intimidate and blind us,
Though we're shy to make a fuss,
There is nothing else we know.
We stumble without vision.
Think love is our decision,
While skeptics with precision,
Obfuscate pretentious show.
With life always a pickle,
And feelings more than fickle,
We view death's looming sickle
Even hope for its relief.
As life tumultuous grows,
We change feelings like our clothes,
But fear stretching to our toes
Suggests life is only grief.
Just around life’s next corner
we have no clue what awaits us
~ know to expect the unexpected
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025