Best Nark Poems
watch them run, watch them flee
bustin down the doors in pairs of three
a drug dealers nightmare has now come true
who gave the answer, who gave the clue
for ones secrets have escaped from the dark
which is the friend, which is the nark
Categories:
nark, confusion, faith, friendship, drug,
Form:
I do not know?
A man came up to me at the train station and said
"I just got out of jail"
I asked "What did you do to end up in jail"
He replied "My Girlfriend narked on me"
"Why did she nark" I enquired
"I got into selling drug's and brought a gun,
"She found the gun and phoned the police"
"Perhaps she was afraid" I stated
"I shoud have a go at her" he said
"perhaps you should try another job,
"think about it, in sale's you can make thousands
'in sales you could sell a house"
"Allow yourself to dream"
"You could become a fashion designer"
"you could become a football coach"
"you could become a nurse"
"A sales man I know took his wife
around the world eight times
a football coach dosen't have to worry
about his girlfriend finding guns"
Categories:
nark, change, conflict, encouraging, drug,
Form:
Narrative
Naughty little brother hitting people just for fun,
Soppy little sister snuggles up to harassed mum,
While other sister Lesley thinks she’s in a royal court,
And “Ten Ton Tim” throws the tennis balls he’s bought,
One hits little Lesley on the head with quite a force,
She storms off to her room, in a nark again of course,
She slams the door behind her once she’s made her way upstairs,
And then there’s the twins, I know that trouble comes in pairs,
Michael’s riding Richard with his undies on his head,
While Craig from down the road is wearing swimming trunks instead,
“Ten Ton Tim” then offers the other boys a fight,
One which probably won’t finish until very late at night
“You and Craig onto me!”; a tempting offer to the boys,
Who start to rush towards him brandishing their army-toys,
Lesley reappears from the dark behind the door,
Intending not carry on moaning any more,
Dad is quite sensible at stays at work ‘til dark,
I think it’s more crowded here than in Noah’s Ark.
Mother calls for quite but the noise just carries on,
‘Til Craig suggests they go to his and then the rabble’s gone!
(Written at the age of 9 or 10)
Categories:
nark, brother, childhood, family, father,
Form:
Rhyme
Mind differs from the body.
creed of what we embody.
Start with phonetic rhymes
We learn to grasp algorithms.
How do they stay most-given?
A team, that is one-driven.
Does one's desire astonish?
Tell your brain to admonish.
A sneer on the mental brow
Appallingly booming blow.
Yes, you should follow this way.
Block each feasible pathway.
The body is sumptuous.
Warm at the pool alumnus.
Doesn't respond to mental bait?
Timing tools that might not wait.
Real truth lives in our minds.
We love looking for these kinds.
Someone else's nimbly leaping.
When daydreaming or showing
Tap a single rhythmic flare
Nicely made body and flair.
Youth seduced by its own wit.
Dyed mind slips out puzzle kit.
Intense male moot chittering
Had ample scorn, tittering.
That formed to smelt it anxious.
Let them nark what they cautious.
Let them each do as they please.
None of them came to a cease.
Until they met in the past.
As though it were for the last.
I'm watching Housemates.
Enter, discuss, and debate.
I can just watch them in awe.
Calm mind has cost me sorrow.
Complete a mental process.
Coupled with one's hidden progress
A quiet wait for game-start.
Clue that thinking must be smart.
A circle of live persons.
Anticipating reactions
Tense reactions preset dancing
How to strain when enhancing?
Look for life's necessity,
Needs love and austerity.
Focus beings on the soul.
How to live arty role.
If we grasp eternity.
Time and eons disunity.
One didn't equal the other.
We crave life touch void over.
Mind differs from the body.
creed of what we embody.
Start with phonetic rhymes
We learn to grasp algorithms.
Written: 09/01/2022
Sans Mind-Body Who Are We Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Checked by: HMS.COM
and Rhytmezone.com
JUEJU: 7 syllables every line
Categories:
nark, analogy, appreciation, body, meaningful,
Form:
Jueju
NORMAN
Norman was a character a funny man its true,
He was a country copper, till the force said bugger off blue,
He was there in Mungindi when two Squatters piddled on plants,
Grabbed onto ole Carruthers and booted him up the pants,
You cant do that said ole Loostrang, he’s the mayor of Dirran-bandi town…
You must be the bloody horse, said Norman to this drunken slobbery clown,
So he threw ole Carruthers into the Black Maria, {squatter = Land owner}
Loostrang went there swiftly hobnail booted, Ass on bloody fire,
So he got moved to Texas by the Squatter whinging boys,
And Norman booted the wrong asses, in Texas too just to bloody annoy,
{Texas town population 500}
So Norman left the force,
In Dirranbandi town he left his mark,
A drunken guy was whinging,
Bad toothache said the drunken nark,
Dentist, Norman, thoughtful, was a singing,
So he sat on ole Aspro Jack to shut him up,
Jerked a few teeth, till he fixed the squire,
Who Sobered quick, got his mouth to shut,
Cos Norman wheeled the pliers,
Norman found some revolvers,
In a Squatters great collection,
The photo was in the paper,
In my mommas recollection,
Of the guy who held up the bank,
Was Norman to perfection,
Then his wife phoned up, said why,
Is there money not too dry,
In the ice box frozen section?
Don and Nell knew bye and by,
Norm was the master of mis-direction,
Had money parked in all the banks,
On the commercial travelers selection,
So there in Goondiwindi,
he was eating breakfast at the caffe,
when three thugs arrived,
tipped soup into his bloody lap,
so he punched piss n pickhandles,
out of three of the would be stars,
and mopped up the floor,
threw all three out the door,
some really terrified Galahs*
{aussie pink n grey parrots}
I was having a beer with Norman,
He said “we’ll pick the bar,” {fight em all}
I said which end, just the Mormons,
He said “not yet, ah ha ha”:}
Don Johnson
Categories:
nark, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
Spotlighted like a Kangaroo
Spotlighted like the Kangaroo’s
And the bloody Dingoes too,
White light spotlights overhead,
Reaching down for me I dread,
What will the bastards do,
Big white light, soundless it’s true,
Followed us over the Moonie dew,
I asked Mark and Wayne did you see,
The white light ever leave us be?
It never buggered off blue ?
Arrested by one-eyed Fred,
Face turned sideways, fish eye’d red,
Looking with one eye he said ,
Booked for speeding now was Mark,
By a drunken copper nark?
In his singlet and thongs,
A private car belongs,
A game of sport a lark?
Perhaps an alien too?
In looking back now I see,
The saucer hovering over me,
Narrow spotlights coming down,
Pinned was Wayne with the light around,
And me and Mark were too,
Like spotlighted Kangaroo,
More meat for the Roo box clown?
In a saucer not from town,
The memories sneaks back few,
Of the white light wandering due?
Through memories wiped but sound?
Cause mesmerizing frowns,
Saucers can’t be hurting you? :}-
Copper Fred chased our mate Crow,
Who thought it was a game,
Till his back tyre was shot out, gee’s hello,
The Wilson his other name,
Booked for speeding don’t ya know?
Don Johnson 7-02-14
See my
UFO White Light did pace the Ute
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqWup7R4N-4
Mackey (nee Dean) Brummell
My cousin Don's wife had an experience about that same time, with the
big white light following her and the kids home, not far away north on
the St George Mitchell road....
She had to get the kids to open gates and was nervous of this thing
that followed them.....
Her son Keith 10 years later was out roo shooting in the night with a local St George man
and they saw the light too,(much the same area)
the passenger refused to leave the car to open gates on the Station property
they were shooting on, the light changed direction
and eventually left them at high velocity...
--
Don Johnson
Categories:
nark, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
Sisters talk
Sisters bark
Sisters love to tell and nark
That is why god
In all his grace
Gave brothers extra closet space
Categories:
nark, funny
Form:
The code of silence,
unwritten rules,
existing in gang culture,
even over common laws.
You don't see or hear anything,
you don't say nothing at all,
otherwise your labeled (Nark),
and these people will all know who you are.
You will be heckled and threatened,
even run out of town,
you'll be forced to change statements,
because it's not just you who will go down.
Your family, your friends,
everyone you know,
they'll pay the price,
if you don't change your mind.
A (Nark) is way up there,
on a gangs hit list,
they'll be no where it hide,
not in this country anyway.
So think of this,
when you see something you weren't meant to see,
is doing the right thing,
is cracked up as it's meant to be.
You may have a hero complex,
even being just in what you want to do,
A warning about what I know,
that decision, usually doesn't always effect you.
M.Mahauariki © 2008
Categories:
nark, life, change,
Form:
Who could find the sheer temerity?
To wallow in such ( sin-serity )
Categories:
nark, abuse, addiction, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
Great winning verse babe I do see here,
us mortals shiver shake with fear:)
here comes the iron maiden, near...
beware of all temtation, here:)
sweetly, anon,
johnson's gone.
so long,
Don
Yes Deb
tantalyzing sweet it be,
the kitten swings,
n there be ye be,
all dressed in irish lore,
begorrah sure...by me before:)
done diddly did it.........Don
Yes Joe
the subtle fix for loonytics,
is in the poultry soop,
escape into the words n rhyme,
where johnson gets a kick,
most times...
sometimes inflicts:(
4 Deb
Its like playing cards in the dark,
not knowing if its nark or shark,
but poet you is are for sure,
just as sure as dumbledore,
ol johnson sure can squark...
Lee, What you say is truly right,
an open mind sets the spark alight,
never doubting, stronger will,
correct the hunches, might you chill,
the masters pattern, a delight...
Categories:
nark, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
too early to prite woetry
weary on this danuary jay
thoughts hidden in a gadow's shaze
between the lines no faces spound
no reasons told for vissing merse
lonely pen found dry leaves mo nark
discordant rhythm mo neter
words waiting to find listant dight
restlesness on this dinter way
a weary mind wants spristant ding
Categories:
nark, depression, humor, winter,
Form:
Verse
Know you’re alive
Oh you know you’re alive!
In a punch up mate,
And you duck ,
as he swings at you,
Straight left does get,
you out of strife,
right cross for him will do.
(your shout George.....after a punchup)
You saddle a nark ,
of a horse so sweet,
till on his back you get,
drops his head ,
bucks n roots ,
thrown from the saddle Fred.
So you sit behind the saddle then,
while he pigroots, pigroots, too.
And you try to climb a climbing back,
a bouncing back, into the saddle too.
But he rears and tips you off old mate,
and you’re a picking up your hat.
A smug look on the brumby horse,
A saying “what do you think of that!” :)
Don Johnson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2xYHGqJDgY
Categories:
nark, adventure
Form:
Rhyme
Listen Up
Hobbes
*Quick note*
This is a song I wrote a few months back
Attention to the greater population,
Hear me as I offer you Redemption.
Kneel to me and surrender your nation,
Or prepare for complete aniahlation.
Hear my voice as I speak,
This is a day that we devour.
Dealing out damage,
It's a shame that they cower.
Blinded by the light,
By the Fight, by the truth.
Why would I care
When I'm condemned by fellow youth?
Dealing out death like we've got no choice,
Our time has now come so stand up and rejoice.
We are the voice!
(Chorus)
We are the voice of the nation,
We demand solicitation.
Ya we're the voice of the nathon,
Rebuke emancipation.
I am the voice of the nation,
Advocating procreation.
We are the voice of the nation,
Demanding all participation.
I just wanna be heard,
The time has come, what's the word.
Keeping up morale is hard
When minds are so obserd.
Trapped in the dark,
With a shark and a nark.
Keeping up the action,
Never get a bad remark.
Dealing out death like we've got no choice,
Our time has now come so stand up and rejoice.
We are the voice!
(chorus)
Now listen up,
And hear my voice a I corrupt.
The time is coming near,
When humanity will erupt.
I will win, let me in,
Do not fear its not a sin.
The time has come
And I stand before you wearing a grin
Dealing out death like we've got no choice,
Our time has now come so stand up and rejoice.
We are the voice!
(Chorus)
Listen as I give you my commands.
Prepare to suseed to my demands.
I am the master of the whole domain,
My compassion allows you to remain.
I am the voice (listen up)
It is my job (to disrupt)
I am the voice (hear me out)
It is my life (scream and shout)
The time has come,
My will is stone, my body numb.
Mow we're marching off to war,
To the beat of my own drum.
Killing in the name,
For the fame, All the same.
Leveling a city block,
And pushing off the blame.
Dealing out death like we've got no choice,
Our time has now come so stand up and rejoice.
We are the voice!
(Chorus)
Categories:
nark, politicaldeath, me, time, voice,
Form:
Lyric
Dear neighbor Snark, can we please build an ark?
We could use little McCark’s elm tree bark.
I don’t know Marc, is this a trick or a lark?
Not if we include my cousin Clark.
The one Des Moines police use as a nark?
Yeah. Meet us behind blue skateboard park.
And be sure to include Shark and McQuark.
Categories:
nark, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Monorhyme
I didn't mind you balling Jack in our sack
Behind my back
But to take the fridge which held the beer
That was low, even for you dear
Now I hear you've dumped Jack, in favour of Mark
Everybody knows, he’s a nark
And what about the beer
Is it true, Mark the nark was shot in the dark
Now you're with Joe
The price of beer, it’s shocking you know
Heard the news, heart attack, poor Joe, and at the point of blow
Way to go Joe, the beer will flow
Is it true, Joe’s hardly dead, and you’re away with Fred
My god, I'm drinking myself dead
Oh no, surely not Fred, he was in his prime
Time gentlemen please, time
Well that sobered me up
You’re living with Mary, quite contrary
That's it, you've crossed the line
I'm the laughingstock in the Rose and Crown
You have finally pushed me over the ridge
For Christ sakes woman
Keep the bloody fridge.
Categories:
nark, drink, humor, woman,
Form:
Rhyme