Best No Thanks Poems
Time is a teacher of patience, whose reward is wisdom.
by Daniel Turner
This is not a ballroom
There is no dance for you tonight
I'm not looking for love
I'm looking for pleasure reading poetry
Sharing my thoughts and words
Listening and reading your words
Wipe your tears and clean your wounds
Share, the sun, the moon, the stars and the heaven
Gives a bit of myself to you who are suffering
It costs so little to me I give you comfort
Behind the dark clouds the sky is always blue
No orchestra plays for a dance
My ball shoes are old and the dress too small
Dance while you're young ...
By the way...
I will choose my own dance partner
And I like to dance barefoot..... :)
26.10.2013
A-L Andresen :)
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I’M FULL THANKS AND DON’T WANT ANY WHORE
I am a transient with words unspoken
I am a soul who’s been damaged and broken
For years I lived someone else’s life
Being my son’s little league coach and picking up a drunken wife
I’m an unrighteous man who’s weary and far too tired
And cannot find my way out of the muck in which I’m mired
I yearn for consistency yet find only daily different circumstances
A mortal who is always and forever taking chances
All I want is one place to live until I live no more
And in essence I have become Jesus Christ’s finest whore
I am a troubled transient
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Second chances are rarely granted
Wishes on stars are eternally chanted
I come to you in pieces to make me whole
I look into your eyes, but somehow see your soul
Your dreams of breaking out, being free someday
Searching for the answers, looking for the way
Encountering a light hidden so well
Likewise I’m hiding behind a mangled veil
My heart in your grasp, my innocence unused
Your hands I take in mine, callused and bruised
A moment of harmony, yet the note struck hard
The eyes of your heart are broken and marred
Use me once and I’m yours to discard?
My trust in you is forever charred
Now I’m hiding my scars yet you see them too
But what you don’t see, is I've been scarred by you
Bartholomew Barton; his friends called him Barty
Eighteen years old but no birthday party
Slumped in the mud, a gunshot to the shoulder
But unlike his comrades at least he’d get older
Tyrannical forces sought world domination
And Barty had marched with his mates for his nation
They gave him some medals for some of his actions
They don’t stop him flinching at noisy distractions
Those heroic deeds he did when he was able
His medals he'd sold to put food on the table
Brought him a pension that won’t pay the rent
With callers demanding the money they’d lent
One day the council demanded his key
And food graced his table now infrequently
But ‘table’ is merely an old cardboard box
And food is a bin-find he shares with a fox
He could do a D-Day and steal a small boat
And hit a Kent beach in his moth-eaten coat
But the taxes he’s paid since his battlefield hell
Do not seem to warrant a four star hotel
So thanks for your effort Bartholomew Barton
It’s qualified you for a pine veneer carton
You gave us your all to give us our today
Then too many governments turned you away
The question is now would you do it again
As you sleep under cardboard in torrential rain
For fighting a war for a brighter new day
Should not mean that home is a dank alleyway
Carl was tired of winter's sharp wars
Heartless and without love, even indoors
"I'm too old to shovel snow"
He bet everything ... woe
Rio de Janeiro he adores
16.02.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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NO THANKS
I had a short life but didn't think my fate
Would be ending up on a Thanksgiving plate
But I won't be giving thanks on this day for I'm not able
It's because I'm laid out on a Thanksgiving table
I'm not stupid as people have said
I had small pleasures like a scratch on my head
Though I never thought I'd end up dead
With my insides greatly over-filled
I've been dressed even though I've been killed
- Dancing Shoes, No Thanks -
For me to make a choice is easy
Freedom for my little toes
Not shiny or high heels
No catwalks or dance floor I seek
Sore toes and heels create nightmares
I choose the color red, just because it is cool
You can borrow my shoes for a day and two
So give them your time and give them your heart
No problem to walk mil after mil
It is the easiest thing
I doubted if you ever
would come back
28.08.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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No thanks my friend
Do what ever you want
Do what ever you please
But I want to live in a drug
And alcohol free zone
No thanks my friend
Don’t you dare tempted me
Because I don’t want you
To put your bad influence on me
No thanks my friend
No thanks my friend
One’s not enough
But two is too much
Once you started is hard
To be able to stop
No thanks my friend
Thinks of its consequences
It is fun to take
And it is very painful to deal
With it
No thanks my friend
It is time to say no
To drugs and alcohol and yes to life
Destroy it before it destroys you
No thanks my friend
No thanks my friend
Live your life without drugs
Or else you’ll lose control
Live your life without alcohol
We’ll have a better talk
No thanks my friend
“No” is still the best option
Until you think you can bare with
Its consequences
You can always say...
...drugs and alcohol no thanks my friend
I AM OK.
Met with town council
To donate flocks of pigeons
They said no thank you
And they told me where to go
And take my pigeons with me
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Honorable Mention in Michael Falotico's "Tanka me a Dream" Contest - Feb 2011
Wind me up
Watch me walk away
There is nothing more I have to say
I walk this world cold and alone now
No Thanks to you
The road we once walked on
Is Long gone and Broken
There are so many words
I left Unspoken
So many words I wanted to Scream
But I knew, It wouldn't fix anything
I walk this world cold and alone now
No thanks to you
Dorian Gray came to me the other day
Offered to trade his portarit with one of mine
I politely refused and had this to say
Thank you, but I already have one that's fine
Everyday I do something really vile
It stares back at me with a most ugly face
Evil thoughts and deeds my mien with scars defile
Thank you, but my mirror does my conscience trace
~23 Jul 2016~
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Love,
you can keep it,
it makes me feel sick.
It's not good,
it's an evil trick.
Just like playing on a ouija board,
it's not your dead relatives,
it's a dark overlord.
It's not when the wind finally ceases,
it's when it returns and violently increases.
I fell for its lure,
I fell for its charm,
it did me no good,
all it did was harm.
So, no thanks love,
I know the real you,
go show someone else
the wonders that you do.
Worker bee ant was sent to bake cakes in a kitchen.
I was assigned to poison ivy, so now I’m itch’n.
I wanted to switch, so I asked if she could.
No, I hate to bake, but compared to you, I am good.
I blamed my cousin who shares everything I say
A motormouth, he is a ding-a-ling most every day.
I lied and said the ivy was not so bad and asked to stay.
Worker bee ant knew better, so she laughed me away.
What happened to your pumpkin patch?
Is there a color thief about?
Did he turn their little spigots on
and drain their color out?
Perhaps the sun forgot to shine
and their hue could not accrue.
I wonder if they’d taste the same
if stirred into a stew.
For me white pumpkins are a shock
and seem as though they ail.
They don’t get my juices flowing
with countenances pale.
An orange jack o’ lantern is
the only way to go.
A candle lit inside one makes
a very lovely glow.
My family would not accept
a snow white pumpkin pie.
I do not want to risk it.
A white pumpkin I won’t try.
I am sorry that I must decline.
I do not care to take one.
A pumpkin without color is
to me simply a fake one.