Best Nitty Gritty Poems
The Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though that dullard Dwight D. sat in the Executive Chair
And his frumpy wife Mamie had really bad hair
Matching those dowdy, plain dresses she'd wear ...
While husbands toiled in obscurity for large corporations
The "Ugly Americans," reviled by most other nations
Their stay-at-home wives feeling mostly frustration
Downing "happing pills" daily instead of real medication
Their sons sporting letter sweaters, obedient jocks,
Their daughters in plaid skirts and white bobby socks
Penny loafers and saddle shoes were in for ten years
Along with white levis and coca-cola -- never rum, never beer
Yet how about Krushchev's dust-ups with Tricky Dick Nixon
What about Sputnik 1 and the panic it put us in
And remember George Wallace and old Lester Maddux
Hosing down *******, echoes of Crispus Attucks ...
The rise of brutal pro football threatened apple pie and baseball
Heralding the next decade's premiere spectator sport, i.e., 'spaceball'
Joe McCarthy dug up the dirt of a "red scare's" nitty gritty
In the work of the House un-American Activities Committee
Then there was Rosa Parks refusing to sit in the back of the bus
Championing the yearning for justice in so many of us
And the music, the music, so outrageously wild
Chuck Berry, Richie Valens, the Big Bopper -- that overgrown child
Yes, the Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though we shan't heed the call of those who'd return us to there
Revoking Doc's License #1
A word from the State Medical Board committee
The #1 injection will always be P.D.
Doc, I am considering to slam you out of pity
I do not mess with poets whose licenses come from Hello Kitty.
You overdose my patient RED, getting down to the nitty gritty.
At this time, your practice has been revoke
For coming after me as I wear my black cloak.
I got a grip on my scythe pressed against your throat.
Pees running down your legs leaving you all soak
Doc, I got your body full of Narcotics and Painkillers as a joke.
Dropping you like a lawsuit on the examination table with one smack.
Denying you morphine as your vasectomy goes wrong in this attack
I already drove you insane labeling you a quack.
Your hand I flushed in (TRANQUILIZER), slapping you with a black Jack.
Waking up without your gems blood all over your sack.
Restrain you in a straitjacket, throwing you in a padded room.
Covered in your own s*it as you were in your mother’s womb
Poet-ing like a disco biscuit on ecstasy, before I made you go SKAT-boom!
Engraving your Poetic Doctor Degree on the outside of your tomb.
With the words that speak, P.D. was the cause of your poetic doom.
by;P.D.
He's an urban redneck
Likes his George and Madflex
He's country and what's next
Metropolis with crops
From barn to the city
Farming in the nitty-gritty
He's surrounded by concrete
Too many suburb plots
Sticking to dirt past
Agricultural for the future
He's certain who are unsure
Aware of hidden costs
Plowing his own stake
And modern, make no mistake
He's in tune to the horizon
Up until he drops off
Grandma's cowboy cup
Nitty gritty look and taste
Liquid boiled beans
Inspired by boyfriend's "cowboy coffee"
Had I not in my idling
neglected you;
neglected morning carol;
neglected evening requiem;
neglected the unforeseen
whimsy of words,
the nitty-gritty of my
most solemn soul,
sooner could have been
release from bondage,
levee collapsing revelation,
my poems.
July 28, 2013
Kathryn Collins
Well done Arsenal, we DID secure fourth place
In Europe's elite we've saved some face
Though we sold our rivals the title race
With that sweet spot on van pursy's lace
We left it late, but what a run
As tottenham's hotspur was coolly out gunned
Those sad fans looked duly stunned
Less appeal for their transfer fund
Our cash stacks high, though it's been so dry
Through thick and thin We're Arsenal til we die
A summer spree, we need to buy
Gotta splash the cash or players pass us bye
Please Arsene don't be a gooney
By signing bloody rooney
The stupid oafish buffooney
And sex crazed looney
So Arsene don't lose your head
And take us in the red
Why not try and buy Benteke instead
His boots ain't gettin' covered in lead
Or gettin' jumpy rumpy in any old tarts bed
Dear Arsene(who art in heaven) please heed these words I've said
Some might say, we punch above our weight
Pundits and rivals they often slate
Being a gooner can at times frustrate
Long years since a trophy, we've now hit eight (too)
So lets get all excited and thrash damn united
Determined nitty gritty lets trash up the city
Beat the wealthy playin' stealthy a smash and grab at chelsea
All they'll see is blurs when we clash with spurs
Highs and lows is the way it goes
Don't let united rub it in our nose
Give em a race and keep em on their toes
And come of end of the season, well.....who knows?
Might end up with a trophy to show!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
EXHAUSTED = Ted's all worn out
EMBARRASSES = Them bare asses
CRESCENDO = Toothpaste in your endo
HAPPINESS = Happy with your private male part
PISTOL = Charge for going pee
FOOTAGE = How old is your foot
EDUCATION = Studying while on vacation
FORTUNATE = Ate four tunas
ALTERATIONS = Change rations
INFORMATION = All lined up in a row
REGISTRATE = Reginald is heterosexual
PHOTOGRAPH = Picture of a chart
DICTIONARY = Never shun your private part
CAREER = Back end of a car
EXPOSURE = Formerly poop for sure
WINDOWPANE = Ow that wind is painful
POLITICIANS = A parrot who shuns the limelight
BLOCKBUSTERS = People who get in the way of a bus
ANNIVERSARY = Backside on backwards
CANADIAN = Ian is a good adder
OPPORTUNITY = Oh a poor choice of a nitty gritty tune
PERPETUAL = Average price of pets in the deep south
CENTIPEDES = Price per foot of a cheap pair of shoes
MISCELLANEOUS = A missile aimed at our back end
© Jack Ellison 2014
Now before we get started let me tell you this.
Twenty five years I've been out of school.
Not one single day of it do I miss.
My writing is mine & there are no rules.
My words are delivered with a lot of passion.
Every verse is straight from the heart.
I put it all together in my own fashion.
I've never considered myself to be very smart.
To get it out of my head and onto the paper,
brings me relief to say the least.
To keep it all in would be much safer,
but I'm searching hard for that inner peace.
Some of these poems may give you tears,
but some of them will make you smile.
Some are based on my biggest fears.
Some from when I was just a child.
I tend to get down to the nitty gritty.
Not really worried about what others say.
Don't want anything in return, especially pity.
Maybe someday I will actually get paid.
I'm not getting any younger, that's for sure.
One neck surgery, that's enough.
For getting older, there is no cure.
I'm finally admitting that I'm not so tough.
So a writing career is my dream.
Boy I should have paid attention in school.
I've always been a late bloomer it seems.
I have no clue about grammar rules.
In school literature was a breeze.
The semester of grammar was another story.
I read and wrote with joy and ease.
but my punctuation was downright gory.
Editors should all be millionaires.
They are special, there is no doubt.
They take your work and magically repair,
the mess you make of what you write about.
So here I go on my writing spree.
Something that i've always loved to do.
It has pretty much replaced TV,
listening to music and sleeping too.
I hope you enjoy all that I have to say.
Even though some seems a little bit dark.
Maybe I can get published someday.
Hopefully I have that special spark.
intense levels of energy
positivity
earning a degree in responsibility
already possessing authority
leading a convoy of angels in crimson fleece
and all of them agree
FIRMLY
with a belief in unity
a new breed swimming in the trees
breathing beneath the leaves
with extreme ease
creating a new city
using our inner abilities
showing uncanny agility
reconnecting with chivalry
that's eroding unneeded hostility
celebrating eternity
smiling graciously
seen in loves light for infinity
so
many
beautiful
possibilities
revealed in this new reality
bringing about an end to negativity
purifying our vicinity
healing all that's empty
once full of self-pity
soulcleansing
down to the nitty-gritty
using imaginations simplicity
consistently
landscaping the spirits topography
compassionately
a festivity of family
that silently
strengthens one another
with words of fertility
bringing about humility in humanity
how's that for honesty???
Takasugi Maria was a famous mindtraveller,
Lived in Neo Tokio, solved many incidents,
Never failed missions, no matter accidents.
She was called, the absolute harmonizer.
One day, an explosion occurred in the city.
Soon after it, she received a request by email,
Her client wants to meet to talk in detail,
At this time, she could not see nitty-gritty.
She phoned client and made an apointment.
And ten minutes later, she started operation
Using Medusa, system of psychic enhancement.
It provides unconscios stram for psyhic communication.
People can tune their sense to public-level environment.
After Maria met her client, she started entering situation.
02/Mar/2016
Fengleishanren.
LOSERS
If there’s something I can’t stand it’s all the losers around -
And man, there’s a ship-load of ‘em out there, having a ball.
Amazing how the world gets by when so many surround
Us as useless passengers. Not really pulling their weight at all.
You see them every day, the deadbeats, the nothings,
Playing the empty-headed drifter roles,
Who really should and could get busy doing something -
If they had more gumption in their souls.
I dunno, they just make me feel so mad and kinda uneasy
Because they seem to have no feel for the real nitty-gritty,
Lurching from one smutty moment to another, maybe more sleazy -
Like autumn butterflies, but not nearly so pretty.
Need their wings clipped, and a serious job of work to do,
Settle down and straighten their lives out, see?
They make me uncomfortable. . . . probably. . . maybe it’s true. . . .
Because they remind me - of me.
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Entered in John Freeman's Contest - Give Me Your Best Shot!!!!!!
The nitty-gritty about LOVE it is that she is willing and submissive to render bright light to the world of mine.
Butterflies are buzzing their LOVE to the world, and masticating the pain they had experienced before day dawn. All the rivers around me become milky. She thrusts around the corner of the room to find booming noise; I supplement efforts by the side of kite bell.
I built trust to win her heart in middle summer, my adrenaline explodes I surround effort to affect her heart under the unique and solemn promises. The light keeps burning all night, she cultivates mouthful look, and I see LOVE raining in her heart every second I think about of being in her flight.
I seek mountains of answers to myself if LOVE can adjust to fit our comfort; sometimes I see life worthless and meaningless without you. But, you make me crippled in dry grasses hoping to overcome the scrambling tiny world and what this mean to the world without mutual benefits to individuals under the courtship and the captain-ship with heavy tides.
On stormy day anticipating the sun to smile on my face, and I find my fingers no longer capable of handling pen and papers writing letters to you. As my ink tank gets dry, because too much of expressing my LOVE for you, I offer you gift which cannot be expressed on theory.
I run on the streets in the night under trees and dark corners while the world is sleeping in peace and my comrades are sleeping too, you showed the world my LOVE for you is just a not enough, because I cannot cruise cars to the club and I cannot traveled to America.
Behind this four walls,
I've seen my babies crawl,
Underneath the wishful wells,
I've watched my penny fall,
Still I choose to stay,
Isolated and far away,
I've lived in hope of sunlight,
But all I get is twilight,
Under the black night I hope for twinkle,
And the blue skies I need glitter and sparkle,
Still I choose to stay,
Isolated and far away,
Everything I have is willy nilly,
My sole heir is a silly Billy,
And my two daughters in nitty gritty,
Think am an old nitwit and crazy,
Still I choose to stay,
Isolated and far away,
My husband was a fuddy duddy,
With a pot belly trying to look dandy,
He got drunk, drowned and found in a beach so sandy,
And now my babies are left with no daddy,
Still I choose to stay,
Isolated and far away,
Behind this four walls,
Ill crumble and fall,
Clogging the wishful wells,
Are the pennies that fell after all?
Still I choose to stay,
Isolated and far away,
I’m an animal lover, especially of cats.
Daughter Donna admits they’re better than rats.
I had but one kitty and now I have six.
We need to catch them, to give them a fix.
Too many cats!
Granddaughter Hannah would like to have one.
Catching a kitty is more work than fun.
I’m needing to treat them for fleas and for ticks.
Haste makes waste.
No cat in America is cuter than they.
It’s a nitty gritty pity, itty bitty they won’t stay.
Big cats from home will roam.
Yes roam from “Home Sweet Home”.
They don’t know their father, their sire deserter,
This untamed, undomesticated, wild, feral flirter.
The kittens run in fright from monster my size.
Happy to wean them, mama cat shuts her eyes.
I’m running on empty, I kick off my flats.
My make-up is dripping, my hair needs a comb.
Some little boys like kitty cats.
20th line is from my poem “Some Little Boys”
For Mish Mash contest
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Fruits of Labour
Sometimes I dream
Where I would like to be.
Far from nitty, gritty chores;
Enjoying fruits of labour,
Feeling the ocean breeze
Breezing over me.
Happy and nonchalant,
Swaying in my hammock;
On a shore of golden sand
On a South Pacific Island.
(Que ce soit ma maison.)
And let this be my paradisium
Distances from criticism
On the beaches of Tahiti,
With a tiare behind my ear.
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Notes:
1) “Que ce soit ma maison” is a French phrase which translates into English “Let this be my home”.
2) “Tahiti” (Rising Sun) is the largest island in the French Polynesia, and its capital is Papeete.
3) The “Tiare” is Tahiti’s national flower.(Behind the right ear signals single and available while behind the left ear indicates married or dating.)