Best Mock Poems
My existence seems like a timeless tragedy,
ticking away in the harmony of misophonia and me.
I've been reluctantly raised in the arms of trauma,
hiding from the darkness looking over my shoulder.
I place a metaphorical knife under my pillow,
as I fear the biggest bully in my mind's playground.
Sound is like a sadistic samurai slashing at my sanity,
as innocent echoes become the euphonious chant of despondency.
An eldritch echo of anguish triggering anxiety,
a constant conflict between the shadows and the soul,
narrating a sorrowful story in each tear I shed,
but I'm shouting into the void of ignorance,
no one understands why I've bled.
Each breath is like a riddle,
each munch and crunch tasting like monotonous moments of meaningless screeching,
erupting into an earthquake of emotions.
Nobody understands the chaos from within,
thinking I'm a little bit crazy.
I search for a sanctuary where peace meets me at sunrise,
where screams of a sonorous mind are not shattered in fragments of estrangement,
portrayed through the plentiful imagery of pain.
I yearn to live a life mocking butterflies,
to flutter in the flakes of eternal slumber.
begging to lose the blessings of perception,
as all I hear is evil voices chattering from within.
Silence is a poison I'm willing to take,
yet I'm cursed by misophonian lullabies.
I wish to remain isolated within mental muteness,
as I know you will live forever in me.
Do you see that man on the right corner?
I know those eyes that look in many ways
See, How my Libran man flirts with that girl?
Oh, what is this nagging emotion I have?
Why can’t I take away my eyes from him?
Damn that he is now getting near to her.
I am a tigress but now purr like a cat.
Why? Why? How can he do that to her?
When I am here, his significant other.
Oh, those feasting and mesmerizing eyes
I know those eyes that look in many ways
Giving people different shades and faces.
I want him to my side for me instead
Oh, God! How strange do I feel inside?
Am I getting mean, angry and sad?
I understand now it is green jealousy.
Green signifies growth, health, happiness
On the flip side, green is jealousy or envy.
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*Title is a quote from Shakespeare*
December 1, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Third Place win
Contest:The Green-eyed Monster by Verlena Walker
Did you happen to see old Sam?
He's my poor turtle on the lam
It happened he was told
That his body had been sold
To a restaurant in the city
Where the cook had little pity
On the stove he put the pot
And the veggies that he got
But he had no turtle meat
So decided he would cheat
Chicken tastes about the same
Or so the turtles always claim
So his turtle soup became a mock
Cause he made it with chicken stock
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For the Turtle Soup Contest
Early summer flowering deciduous shrubs,
And I among them came and went with
Philadelphus virginalis,
Their brightening solar ships.
Its natural tendency is to grow vase-shaped,
Clipping encourages the plant to fill out
And become dense, and in my final spring
It performed beautifully, flowering prolifically.
Mock orange is not a heavy feeder.
It loves sun and reads memories
On cactus leaves with sideways glares,
Though on an "established" plant,
One should prune out about one-third
Of the old growth (the trivialities of life's Agur),
Allowing the gloried lightness of day
To seize upon bright green leaves.
Morning
The doctor called the next man in
And offered him a chair
Observing him in silence
As he wrestled with despair.
A minute passed before they spoke
And when he raised his head
With tearful eyes he whispered that
He wished that he was dead.
"Those tides wave back and beckon me
When I walk along the sand.
I gave up life at sea and now
I’m all at sea on land.
I used to be a real man
And was never mocked before.
I hide each day inside my shell.
With no 'porpoise' anymore.
Rules of logic don’t exist
In the world I live in now.
I really want to help myself
But sadly don’t know how.
I planned to study back at school
But admit I didn’t go.
Schools of whales and schools of fish
Are the only schools I know."
The doctor was the best in town
And knew her patient well.
She agreed to medication
And support throughout his hell.
She also gazed towards the stars
To muster up some hope
And helped him try to help himself
In ways that he might cope.
Noon
The man returned to clinic
Sounding cheerful as he said:
“Thank you I'm much better
You have helped me clear my head!
Your input worked! I’m feeling well!
I'm off to sea tonight!”
The doctor sat back in her chair
As things did not feel right..
Night
He watched the lobsters from the sea
Dance on the croquet green
Then came around in hospital
From what felt like a dream.
Later That Night
Half-awake and half asleep
With the doctor near his side
He learnt he’d tried to end it all
And very nearly died.
"A nurse agreed to follow you
And then pulled you from the sea.
He was acting on instructions
From a plan set down by me.
Your cheeriness was rooted
In your plans to take your life;
I sensed this during clinic
As your doctor - and ex-wife."
In a limerick what does a man seek
Depends: At what does it give him to peek? --
A flash of bare thigh
Or knockers, Oh my! --
More than that mocks the feminine mystique
Do you see that man on the right corner?
How that Libra man flirts with that girl
Oh, what is this nagging emotion I have?
Why can’t I take away my eyes from him?
Damn that Libran getting near to her.
I am a tigress but now purr like a cat.
Why? Why? How can he do that to her?
I want him to my side for me instead
Oh God, how strange do I feel inside?
I am getting mean, angry and sad
I understand now it is green jealousy.
Green signifies growth, health ,happiness
On the flip side, green is jealousy or envy.
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Fourth placement in
My inspiration for this poem is " Why is jealousy green?
Contest: How do I answer that question? In honor of Paula Swanson
The dolls wed in mock marriage
And lived together
Till they were in rags
And forgotten forever
They too wedded when doll like
Dreamed together like none else
But their marriage a mock
Only lasted for a while
Mock marriage which is of the two?
The dolls’ or of those who are dolls
Who wait for time to turn them into rags
Or choose to be rags before their times???????
Does it taste like real turtle?
Lewis Carroll’s a mad Alice’s Adventure
Is Mock turtle soup made from Mock Turtle?
Maybe but English through and through!
There an imitation of proper green turtle soup
Go to it Mrs Fowles give em your best!
Who's mocking who ?
You forget who you are
Amidst the chaos of this journey
You ignore your true purpose
Trying to chase your problems
You lose your identity
As you suck into the society's labels
Before you even realise
You're engulfed by the worries of this world
You've lost track of time chasing hard cash
You're a reflection of what you wished not to be
Many years ago when you'd judge your formers
Who am I? What have I become?
You ask yourself
Unable to recognize the person you see
Little did you notice
While you were trying to make amends in others
You lost a part of you to them
Until there was nothing left of you
That truly belonged to you
Now you're just like others
An automaton, a label, a status, a cash cow
Lyricvixen's Mock Peach Pie Recipe
1) 375 degrees F - bake - pie crust -
10 to 15 minutes (may vary in oven) read directions - set aside
DRY Medium bowel **
2) 3/4 cup ? of Sugar (can add "1/4 cup" more or to taste)
3) 1/8 tsp ? of Baking Powder
3) 1/8 cup ? of Flour (used self rising - maybe any kind?)
WET Blender ***
4) 3 TBSP ? of Water (bottled)
5) TWO - 4OZ ? of Applesauce (any)
6) 1/2 tsp ? of vanilla Ext.
7) 1 TBSP ? of Vinegar (white/apple cider any or lemon juice)
8) 10 to 12 ? of steamed carrots
(used bag of prewashed/cut - Mini carrots )
9) 1/8 tsp to 1tsp - (TO TASTE) SPICE: New Gingerbread Spice (McCormick )
Directions
A) Blender - Water/ Applesauce/ Vanilla/ Vinegar / steamed carrots
B) bowl - dry - sugar / Baking Powder / Flour /
C) ADD - wet to dry mixture and Mix
D) NOW - ADD - Canoil oil (or any) mix well (can add in blender but I don't like too)
F) POUR - In Pie Crust
BAKE: 375 degrees F (190 degrees C/5 Moderate)
30 to 45 minutes
(used "Toaster Oven" - Because Summer Time)
? COOL 2 to 6 hours for best Flavor ?
2017
What killed Socrates.
a weed or Aristophanes?
What caused an end so dire?
The law or just satire?
The cries of ignorant crowds.
or something in 'The Clouds'?
There it goes again,
disturbing the calm and quiet of my mind
from its peaceful setting.
The shrieking begins; my poisonous parrot
shrills loud that piercing song of my doubt.
My decisions come hard...
always a tug of war, between negative
and positive thinking.
My weak inner self and that mocking parrot
each takes one of my hands and pulls.
I summon my support...
a quiet corner, meditation, and prayer.
The squawking is silenced.
That negative beast is plucked from my hand,
as my strong self leads me to peace again.
~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: Desire and Aversion
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Judged: 10/11/2022
~1st Place~
Contest:
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 02/14/2019
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Plucking the Poisonous Parrot
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
Judged: 01/27/2019
I am a mockingbird, innocent , it is something you must see
But could you ever imagine that the mockingbird could be me?
Mockingbirds are known to repeat whatever song they hear
But I am a mockingbird who cannot repeat the beat of 17 bullets in my ear
My soul is innocent, I do no harm, This is why I am a mockingbird
If I sound innocent you must not be aware of what I look like, Haven’t you heard?
A tall, strong black n*gger. I am sin and my bitter coffee colored skin is disturbing
I can not be the mockingbird, no, but I am and I will take my arm and swing
Not to fly like a mockingbird but to chop your chifferobe with my hatchet
They can shoot their bullet, they will pray that I’ll catch it
But I will simply mimic the comments they hiss at me because I am a mockingbird
I am a mockingbird with a broken wing, but who has a voice
I’ll speak the truth although I am not given a choice
I’ll tweet the sweet gospel songs from my fellow brothers and sisters when I take flight
All who are innocent like me may go to the light
Skin color is not important, no matter what you heard
I will live on because I, Tom Robinson, am a black mockingbird
They meet, eat and drink, flutter and make merry.
Smiles flying from face to face, laughter airy.
They share a party of the soul and spirit;
their portrayal of mere humans satiric.
Laughing at our silly, paranoid folly
they point and guffaw, “Oh gosh, oh golly!”
They mimic us; watch as fear takes our good senses;
cover faces with gossamer, hide behind fences.
They laugh, sing and flit until time to sleep –
dreaming of foolish humans being led as sheep
neither caring nor daring thoughts of their own,
their leaders controlling – independence flown.
They awake and wonder, “What does this day bring?
A new year party with bright baubles and bling!”
Faeries, nymphs and sylphs plan a gala with friends
to last through the year – their party never ends.