Best Namby Pamby Poems
My nerve cells are ceasing my thoughts
My breath is barricading my life
My limbs are trembling
My heart is hovering in fear
Oh mommy! I am being victimized by me.
The earth is sinking under me
The sky is falling over my head
The compressive strength of my bones is diminishing day by day
The muscularity of my body is dwindling night and day
Oh mommy! I am being killed by me.
I am a coward lying lifeless among the lively fears
I am a yellow belly scared of the bright orange sun
I am a namby pamby soul shivering under the blanket of cold winter night
I am a fraidy cat snuggling in the sleeping bag of life
Oh mommy! I am being slaughtered by me.
Drag me away from this dangerous dragon
Get me out of these pinching hours of darkness
Hold me tight and embrace me in your arms
Give me solace and help me revive my true being.
I want to smile
I want to sing
I want to jump
I want to shout
I want to breathe
I want to live
Oh mommy! I want my life back.
Tears rolled down.
Face wrinkled.
A little shout comes a frown.
I am weak and fickled,
Life is hard,
I am sad.
Life is for the ironclad,
But am a frail lad.
Controlled by emotions,
And also swayed by affection.
All hands on deck,
Does not fall under my purview,
I'd rather rest my neck,
Go on vacation for a nice view.
I guess its time to throw in the towel,
Then right back to my comfort zone.
Pick up my phone, browse and be alone,
Then to the kitchen for ready made food to fill my bowel.
Sleep, wake up and sleep again,
Your admonisions are in vain.
Give me an umbrella cos the sun is shinning,
I can't risk exposing my skin to drying.
Such is the life of the namby-pamby, then little by little failure creeps in.
poetry slammin'
all this namby pamby poetry stuff
makes me think i've heard enough
shapes and sonnets and simple blank verse
even Iambic meter leaves me feeling averse
quatrains and couplets - the villanelle
are tough to swallow - sounds like swill
why anybody'd wanna hear some poetry
may be obvious to you, but it's way beyond me
all this writing and saying of wimpy words
to ants, elephants and me, seems absurd
can i comfortably feed my family and friends
with some onomatopoeia's epilogue's ends?
will Will's sonnet's of love so medieval
aid with the world's unrest and upheaval?
naw, i'm pretty sure it won't make it no better
probably it'll jus' make my mood blacker
i remember my tenth grade English teacher
who rhymed as standard operating procedure
as you might guess, this drove me crazy
you'd think i'm anti-rhyme - but don't be hasty
i'm really into today's rappin' scene
D.J.'s thrashin' and soundin' obscene
if bling's the thing, then bring it on i say
words golden rule brings my groove into play
of lines and times and mashin' thrashin'
calving rhymes cleaved leave us laughing
so ya wanna be a slammer? - it's cool with me
jus' slam the mike, but pick up your debris
don't leave no crumpled words layin' 'round
on the stage or the sidewalk, some unsaid sound
'cause I don't wanna clean up after you
and slam off the cuff with your impromptu
i got my own stance and rhythm and cachet
i'll jus' tell the whole world - i'm slammin' ok?
© Goode Guy 2012-06-04
That day would only be like a tale
Told by an idiot
Full of sound and fury
Yet, signifying nothing
For a start,
It would be like trying to surf the internet without data
Which is namby-pamby for mental equilibrium
It would only mean that 'Garri don pas Water'
Which is an irony for our daily living
In the end,
It would only be a tool for psychological distortion
A pathway for neural confusion
A character for colossal antagonism
On the physio-dramatic stage of our members
But then,
The sight of water is Winsome
The sound of water is Appealing
The taste of water is Tasteless
The beginning of water is Endless
The impact of water Recuperating
Don't even imagine a day without WATER!
OSAMA
Obdurate Sadistic abductor as Machiavellian now abashed
Senseless Saboteur with Sabre sword,
Ablutions of wickedness as apology from vagrant
Mercy and peace mixed fleetingly against unprovoked America and the innocents
Abomination of true God explained as religion, hatred, wickedness, murders, and Jihad
Bin
Bigots brewing bestial behaviors before innocent kids,
Inoculated ideas of incorrigible iconoclast and unlettered extremist
Namby-pamby in acts of cruelty, yet, not man enough to face the consequence
Laden
Laden, lackluster, laggard, languid, despising better option
Abnormal spiritual schizophrenia and hallucination
Doctrinal heresies and contradictions shaming Islamic scholars
Exposing the fallibility of the questionable renown “Sacred book of blood and wars”
Now convince us again, that you bring Peace, Love or seek the Prince of Peace
According to the dictionary flirting is not used for serious intentions,
but to amorously show superficial or casual interest, really?
Can someone tell me why it cannot be serious, please?
Does one have to take a course to flirt correctly?
Everyday, I think I flirt a little, yes I do,
flirting is fun and who knows where it will lead-
Giving the object of my attention a wanton look and lowering my gaze.
Having a backbone is important, not a time to be a namby-pamby!
Infinite possibilities reflect in my great big brown eyes,
just a little trick, lick your lips and smile!
Keeping the conversation going is important for sure, and remember
laughter is music to the soul, and I also
melt his heart with my words and poetry (perhaps a line or two).
Now, I shake my head, fanning out my hair for him, oh lovely he says, and
on my ears are dangling earings beautiful.
Practice makes perfect!
Quoting a memorized joke shows my fun loving way.
Remember to sigh a lot!
Straighten his collar and smooth his sleeve, believe me
touching is a very important flirting tool.
Under the table knock into his knee, by accident of course, and being
vulnerable is another good trick (you can show your strength later)-
Whisper in his ear and linger there, how romantic.
X- rated never, but something sweet will do nicely, and
you can pretend your cold, tremble a little maybe for effect.
Zen, guys love Zen, let them know that is where you dwell when not flirting.
____________________________
December 1, 2016
Poetry/Abecedarian/Flirting
Copyright Protected, ID 16-854-415-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Flirt
sponsor, Lewis Raynes
Twelve Place
A poet's contest with a twist
Use the words in this long list
Author's puzzle - mental schism
Solved by quoting pearls of wisdom
Writing verse with rough iambi
Valentines the namby-pamby
Sugar cane is often bitter
Sweet instead banana fritter
Shellfish debt is right to fear
Mollusc IOUs are dear
In winter cess or gong will ice
Come the spring it won't smell nice
Those who talk soliloquies
Centralistic - ill at ease
Mostly truth - a bit of flam
Buoyant spirits just a scam
Olive stuffed with pepper sweet
Pimola - shun a tasty treat
Broken clock might go tic tac
Til ending life upon the scrap
Peer at life - myopic squint
Essence lost - the meerest hint
I've met the task - I've got all ten
By breaking words up now and then
Spelling strange and meaning hookie
Least they could be fortune cookies
Entry for "ten word challenge - 2" contest
Uses words (sort of): AMBIVALENT, ARCANE, BITTERSWEET, LUSCIOUS, INTERCESSOR, QUIESCENT, FLAMBOYANT, IMMOLATION, TACTILE, QUINTESSENCE
“Let there be;” the prelude to creation
“Let us make man;” an imitation
“Let thou subdue the earth;” not an invasion
“Let thou not eat;” humanity in examination
Enticing oh! Sweet bitter fruit of Eden
Enhancing the knowledge of good and evil even
Explicated in the seductive words of the forsaken
Enticingly dreadful, namby-pamby humanity have fallen
Now, salvation plan still conceived
Nest, Israel a people adopted
New prophets on the stage performed
Natch! Salvation plan delivered
There in Bethlehem the baby in manger
Then in Canaan, water turned win in a jar
Through Galilee, the evangelization prosper
Thus, in Jerusalem the saviour’s sepulcher
Entering graves womb at death
Navigating hell to its depth
Dawn wakes him on the third day from the earth
Salvation debt paid to procure new birth
Anyone can make a man look namby-pamby
if they slander and obsess with non compos mentis,
take reputations down, you're as hard as Bambi,
even admitting you completely meant this
cus you were demented and empowered like a Nazi,
buzz off the authority acting nasty, trampy
making staff feel as strong as an ancient grampy
slander is an act as lame as can be you're a panzi
but as it slaps back a back hander with more power
and you no longer stand with authority or protection
cus you didn't predict that shield collapsing one hour
and forgot why you're stronger and not when it's gone
justify your lust for the crime after working out this rhyme
did I deserve it and you thought you should serve it
just stay silent and not even deny what I'm
suggesting you know you're guilty just admit it,
I know how to get in a mind and settle,
you got in mine and I went for suicide
but luck changed you made me invincible,
It must be your turn next to ride that ride.
To enter this contest on Poetry Soup
They asked for a tale, a story – THE POOP
The only condition, you had to produce
The story as written by the great Dr. Seuss
Now this story begins as most stories start
With the who, when and where and all of their parts
The when – well it’s election time
The who – let’s say it’s a local swine
The where – why Whosville, nothing but
And that leaves nothing but the what
The mayor of old Whosville said
I’m tired of this town, instead
I think I’ll go to Washington
And show them all what can be done
I think I’ll travel there by train
And, at every stop explain
But first I’ll have to get a PAC
To fund my run, to have my back
Who’ll tell me what I need to say
To get the folks to see my way
To hide my past – my skeletons
At least the real creepy ones
And I’ll have to have an aide
A temporary one that won’t get paid
Who’ll always stand there by my side
To tell me when to duck and hide
The media will be my friend
Depending on how much I spend
I’ll tell this crowd I’m for defense
If that is what they think makes sense
At other times – economy
I’ll say is where our goals should be
Not till elected will they see
There is a little Grinch in me
Go on an laugh and laugh out loud
You namby-pamby foolish crowd
They used to laugh that is until
I became the king in small Whosville
This story is quite sad – but true
It happens to me and it happens to you
The WHO may be known by a different name
But all the WHOs play the very same game
Mdailey 1/31/12
9th place in contest
Think I need a cowboy
With some fat free ranch
Think I’d like to see him
Swinging from a branch
Reaching out towards me
To get all my attention
Think I need a cowboy
Thought I would just mention
Think I need a cowboy
Not a yellow belly
To yarn the hours away
He betta not be smelly
Nor he be a bad egg
With skin so cold or clammy
Really need a cowboy
To be a little lammy
I do not want an odd stick
Nor a ten-cent-man
A namby-pamby is not handy
Doesn’t know the plan
To scoop me up
To make me his with lots of many kisses
I wanna be a cowgirl and a cowboys' mrs.
The light is on so now dance!
No more living life in a nanby-pamby trance.
You’re eighteen now boy no more.
Man now you are, forget all those ‘lessons’ from before.
Men are men and know the score.
They’re there for you take galore!
Stand up straight and be a lad!
Pints and shots must now be had!
The wild in you now must be fed.
Then tamed your wild will be until you’re dead!
The world is cold, the world is weird.
You’re nothing until you’ve bed a score or more and proved your ‘hood’!
So this is what it is to be?
Remember success is who you know not who you be!
The loner types think too much and try to feel.
They look at life and try to find the quiet deal.
A thoughtful appreciation is frowned upon. Stag nights and strippers in Marbella is where you belong?
Walk your path, find your way.
If materialistic proof and money is your ‘hey’. I’m sure that life will treat your days and years in this superficial, unreflective, simplistic way.
I am a prodigal Son of a gun
Who fears nothing under the Sun
I am a brave and defiant soldier
I am a peaceful gladiator
My pencil is my substitute sword
My pen is my deadly weapon
I write one word at a time, one word
Which can destroy their plan
My pen is like a machine gun
An M16, which spits with a lot of fun
The words, the poems, the bullets
The rhymes, the truth and the pellets
I am not a namby-pamby, a yellowbelly prisoner
Because my mind is free
My mind is free like the air
I have a brain that no one, nobody
Can conceivably control. I am a free Man
I am a Soldier who carries a pen
As a deadly, unprofaned and dangerous weapon.
Copyright © September 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
[What should one do in the face of startling negligence, disguised as incompetence? I know… replace your ink with vengeance and write blood curdling verses.
What should one do if Jail isn’t on your must do list? I know… tear up version one and write a namby pamby version that won’t get anyone fired but will preserve your liberty.
What follows is version two…]
A doctor had mush for a brain
He leaped right in front of a train
When he dropped his mack
He jumped on the track
His trousers developed a stain
His competence seems to be waning
Don’t ring up intent on complaining
For it’s quite widely known
He can’t answer a phone
For that wasn’t part of his training
He’s so blind he barely can cope
I gave him a new stethoscope
But I giggled because
He could not see it was
A sink plunger tied to a rope
But I got the shock of my life
The nutter’s at loose with a knife
That incompetent clown
In a surgical gown
Is getting to work on my wife
And now I’m so thoroughly fed up
Though I proudly walk with my head up
I’d do it again
For I drove the train
But some say I shouldn’t have sped up
METAMORPHASIS
Mother, in her wisdom, called me ‘Bambi’
And people, when they see me, just say, “Aaah”,
Thinking it equates to namby-pamby,
Which isn’t really accurate by far.
They think of me as innocent and shy,
Afraid of all the creatures in the wild.
But they’re quite wrong and here’s the reason why.
My heart is black; I am the devil’s child.
While cameras run, I act my timid role.
But, while they sleep, I metamorphasise.
I satisfy the evil in my soul;
The jungle hears the screams as something dies.
I’m feared at night by every living thing
All will agree I am the jungle king.
23rd December 2019
Sponsor - Gregory R Barden
Film - "Bambi"
Character - Bambi