Best Nil Poems
Deep in your heart
Keep the flame of love burning.
Though far apart
For you my soul is yearning.
No need to rue
What stands in the way of desire.
We'll remain true
If we hang on to our fire.
One day we'll be free
To embrace,kiss and caress.
Then right it will be
Our complete love to express.
Imagination Nil !!!-
Daydreams Still !!!
Inspiration - no long born of, imagination lying in deaths arms.
Creation - no longer lives in, daydreams in decay alarms.
Imagination and daydreams have little force and no charms.
Function for this brain seemed best served at realities door.
Compunction, for inspiration and creation – for me – where little more
than some insignificant attainments resurrected from my memories store.
All is gone, slips into the a void, an abyss of the forgotten,
where all decays, lays there in the dark and goes rotten.
Thank heavens for imagination, daydreams from some,
for inspiration and creation brings forth what’s to come
that can, that will bring the good, or the bad, from
the minds with imagination and daydreams – it’s done.
B. J. “A” 2
July 10th 2005
Nil Poi!
Nil poi, shove it under there.
Nil Poi, coz we don’t really care.
Nil poi, we are quite elated.
Nil poi, we are vaccinated.
Nil poi, it’s fixed, and it’s done.
Nil poi, but we’re still number one.
Nil poi, you all used our tongue.
Nil poi, with bad diction, bad song.
Nil poi, again Europe’s in tatters.
Nil poi, we win when it matters.
Nil poi, so what’s all the fuss?
Nil poi, you’re nothing without us!
Nil poi, nil poi, nil poi, nil poi,
Nil poi, nil poi, nil poi, nil poi!!!!!
David Cox 22/05/21
Plink. Plink.
Drip...
follows drop,
follows drip,
follows drop.
Plink. Plink.
Resolutely, incessantly,
each precious globule
snakes, languidly, along
labyrinthine tunnel.
Plink. Plink.
Seemingly-innocuous fluid
conveys crucial content
and necessary nourishment:
sole source of sustenance.
Plink. Plink.
Life-affirming droplets
are welcomed, eagerly, into
damaged vessel's system.
Plink. Plink.
Naught but air to pass lips,
"NBM" had been decreed.
Plink. Plink.
Temporarily,
but indelibly,
branded.
Plink. Plink.
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8 October 2017
NBM / Nil by Mouth is a medical instruction to prevent patients from consuming any food or water orally, often replaced by intravenous fluids.
Submitted to Julia Ward's "Your Favourite Free Verse Poem From October 2017 or November 2017" contest.
(2nd Place)
Entered in Butterfly Wings' "Could You, Please" contest.
(6th Place)
Age old wisdom scarred not flamed. A dozen baked bees in an hour glass perturbed. And left undisturbed as a minotaur sunbathing on a single blade of grass on a sixty acre lawn. At dusk. At dawn. Week by week. But no lawnmowers. And it is to be ascertained that a fish bowl is not a serpent pulled inside out upon a circular globular glass. Ok then. One for memory bank but no banking involved in a skyscraper skim. For skimming stones is neither a scale, an octave, nor is it a radioactive material that smothers a bed. Manufactured by a slide. Wee then. Go on shout weeeeee. Surely western interfere of an uneven divide. Two ended manuscripts bow and scrape through the screening. Such interface.....wow......such ideas are neither neutral nor neutrophil. Ok. Great. Now the buds are areas nowadays and obsolete as a spelling test of ten twenty sixty on a business bus balancing over two hundred and forty five fish on a circuit of shape. Wow. Fantastic isn't it? And all the time a two millimeter choir boy sings alleluia and then eats porridge. Great. Oh haha so funny the people have arrived on time. Wow. Ha ha the pig is running around with a giant bread which has many wheels. Hahah playing piano with a timed tuned washing machine is quite remarkable and profound. For it is a diamond dish of display on a deity dish of difference. No ship now. Xxxxx bibliographical xxxxxx hexagon calling triangle to make a square. Xxxxxx z z z z z
He wears the world like a loose garment,
nothing can bring him down,
they all think he's a jester
but the jokes not on this clown.
They've condemned and tried to hang him
but they could not bleed him dry,
for he said I have a talent,
a talent you cannot, deny.
You see, your bars are just an illusion,
the eagle in my mind soars south,
the words in my head are too good for you,
note, to the sheriff, nil by mouth.
Travel is zero, nil ...
my great journeys have only been in reading books,
it takes skill !
Travel books great ...
zero expense or costly hooks,
frustrate !
Cost free ...
zero for looks,
see !
Travel is zero, nil ...
zero expense expense or costly hooks,
see !
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April 15, 2022
Poetry/Minichu/Rhyme/Zero, Nil, Zilch
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1447-973-15
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Lets Minichu on Zero
sponsor, Mohan Chutani, Judged 05/08/2022
Seventh Place
The time is now such
All must Dutch up.'
In 2023 speak out free.!
Value freedoms prize
Not humanity's demise
There's scum afloat
On a stagnant moat.'
Skim the surface
And ready the boats '
Money has become the only matter
And almost all are crazy after that
By hook or crook all earn money
Wisdom and peace are uncared
Maximum profits all love to mint
Noble morals are viewed as silly
He who follows truth is ignored
Craze for money is now a mania
Jewels and cash are sought after
Cheating and murders are severe
Newspapers report deadly news
That spins the mind of a layman
Earth is dug to enjoy her treasures
Giving to mother earth headaches
Tsunami and severe earth quakes
Are the result of man's great greed
Multinational companies sanction
Enormous money to their workers
They pay even the highest cost
For things that are normally cheap
Land prices shoot up terribly
Still people greedily acquire
All are undeclared terrorists
As they like devil fill coffers
On the roads happen severe traffic
All are in a hurry to do a selfish act
Even a red signal is an hindrance
Cells are held all the times in ears
Empty talks are exchanged daily
Non-stop during twenty four hours
All shops are thronged for luxury
Poor people are tempted to cheat
Earning money is today's fashion
Golden moments are gone forever
Personal touch is losing its beauty
Modernization has got the grip
Politicians loot and talk rubbish
People put votes like those goats
Lofty ideals have no place here
Happenings indicate earth is hell.
Nothing eaten, nothing drunk.
Waiting, waiting.
The clock ticks on with hourly chime,
A dull metronome of passing time.
Waiting, waiting.
Food grows cold, drink grows warm.
Waiting, waiting.
Nightfall scuttles heliotrope claws
Across the ceiling, walls and floors.
Waiting, waiting.
Shadows cleave the paling face.
Waiting, waiting.
Expressionless with staring eyes,
Breath reduced to vapid sighs.
Waiting, waiting.
No raven quothing “Nevermore!”
Waiting, waiting.
The chimes toll death again, again,
Prayers to ashes, all in vain.
Waiting, waiting,
waiting…
Expectations ?, - Nil !
Yet, I would still love your heart to beat out a tune !,
on a soft bed of multi coloured rose petals.
I would love to feel your heart beat, midnight till noon,
so softly, sweetly, fragrantly - a bed made of precious metals
to lay upon, to play upon, to make love on, under a full moon.
I would love for your thoughts, your feeling for me to be
a hive, honey combed, filled with sweet nectar from the bee.
I would love that your feelings for me be a positive flowering,
not the negative force, souring the moment, over powering
all the good that could come, that could be the you
I would love to experience, the you I thought I knew
- believed lived beneath that mountain of stone cold
indifference to me, those walls you’ve built, standing so bold
upon the shoulders so straight, so beautiful, so strong.
For you, you are always right and I am always wrong !
That seems to be the guard, essence, the tune of your song.
B. J. “A” 2
December 30th 2008
Foxes found themselves at home
In a match they could dial in by phone
A villain came into their midst
Trying to cure themselves from the bottom half EPL cyst
Noted as the visiting team the villains knew they were going to be creamed
As the Foxes put one in before the half
There is a call for a cold one on tap
The Villians are facing another trip back to prison
With only spending a quick time on the EPL mission
During the second forty-five
The Foxes stood tall saying villain’s nice tri
The Villains were staving off execution
And that is not amusing
Along came a penalty the Villians did do
And they put it under video review
In big bright scoreboard light
A message said the Villians did something that was not right
Hometown fans waited
For the verdict to be stated
Handball was the call and that was against the football law
A foul against the Fox in the sensitive box.
One on one the two teams had a show down
When the Fox took the shot a goal was found
Losing by two reality was starting to be true
From the points standings the Villians were at twenty-five
With the possibility for the big league to say bye bye
Using the corner, the Foxes snuck it in
And they crept closer to confirming the win
With the rain sending a message
The Foxes were not done with the clinical lesson
Hitting in number four
Completed the score
The Villains went home bitter and scorned
Knowing they had been warned
On the positive side inside the smaller Champions ring
The Villians can show case their talent of goal scoring
In the league drop the stages are still nice
For the Villians who were caught in the EPL heist
The Villians cannot go any lower
And need the attitude of spring forward
Hopefully they will get out of this mess
Without relegation calling for the arrest.
Wolves were wandering all alone
At home
On a Sunday AM morning
Goodies empty in their storing
Feeling pretty dandy
But there was this craving for candy
Calling to deliver toffee
Thinking it would be grand with tea or coffee
Having a bout that is diagnosed as the blues
Everton thought this visit would be easy and cool
Dressing the part to be a muse
Everton arrived at the Wolverhampton field
Ready to honor the business deal
Before they decided to rest
A foul was committed wanting a confess
Goal awarded after the arrest
Penalty shot scored due to contacting play was a mess
When they returned from the break
Another toffee the Wolves did take
Followed by one more
No need to buy any toffee inside the convenience store
Three nil was how it ended
Table jumping wolves worthy to be commended
Aston’s property now must be defended
Royals from the Eagle state
Made a date
With Aston to tell him ‘wait’
“You have not gone under
Buzzing west hams could still blunder”
“Do you have a plan you’re royal highness?”
Aston Asked with kindness
“I will give you two
The rest is up to you”
King Glazier did explain
About Aston keeping his villa in the high profile game
Three points appeared
Creeping closer claret and blue army got near
Being told nothing to fear
Blowing bubbles
Seeing no trouble
West Hammy United buzz was all secure
But are they sure
One could be shown the door?
The wise man asks the same question each year, again and again.
But the wise answer, year after year still does not come.
The outcome of the match is ever...
One-nil.
(Inspired by Marvin Goldfarb's great contest in which I won a trophy cup and wonderful poems by other English poets as noted below, 'LESSON IN LIFE' by BrittBrattTechy, 'Every child deserves better' by Poetryintheblood, and..'TODAY'S SOCIETY' By Gary. W. Hill.)
My poem below then read the poems I copy pasted in my author notes.
Instead of ' in and out the dusty bluebells ' my title is:
In and out the lusty no weddin bells'
If you are ruthlessly one of those
who changes lovers like you do your clothes
and if you do beget each time
think of the hapless kids you leave behind
rather than the silly selfish fun you have each time
for you deprive them of either yourself
or your ex-other half.
Gosh, it took two to make a child
so it takes two to make it glow and grow
For nurturing them, both of you as couple need show
A single mother is modernity's most pitiable unfortunate sight
Modernisation to be blamed for this miserable plight.
How many times will you jilt and ditch partners
just for moments of nihilistic pleasure and excitement?
But why let your innocent tiny tots suffer
as if children were mere byproducts!
And byproducts of what?
I say, of flitting, fleeting lusts and desirous passions,
when senses can't think of consequence or contraceptions,
for damn it you can't know where and when you will be carried away...
Then the resulting lil angels
to be cast aside as some leftovers
from past whirlwind romances.!
All that merry-go-round of flirtation
Marriage replaced by cohabitation
Falling in and out of the cycle-like-love
again and again for a newfound turtledove!
No probability of any stability
esp with the scenario of promiscuity
while kids suffer from disability.
Didn't the Creator expect all couples
to stay together till 'death do 'em' apart
So how dare any of His creations
stick together merely till 'they get tired and bored? ? ? ?
As if the heart were an everchanging love mart!
(pls do read the copy pasted poems by others below to get a gist of what im reiterating above)