Best Nosedive Poems
Do you dare to hear this story,
listen to the rant of a cuckold tale
This story will give you nightmares
if your masculinity has begun to fail
Despondent voice of said henpecked man
was recorded secretly at a support group therapy session
He swear he loves his wife,
don't know why he picked up the knife
Says he has a wonderful life,
but something is not quite right
Then he contradicts what he just said,
the reasons why are mixed up in his head
He confess that he just wanted to scare her ...
frighten her bad
But he wasn't too convincing,
she only started to laugh
She commanded him to put the knife down,
then started to throw her 130-pound weight around
Used sex as the ultimate weapon,
said love was going out of town ... indefinitely
He said he begged like never before,
pleading with her to please don't leave out the door
Said she just slapped his pride on the backside,
told him the bank account was gonna take a nosedive
Raised her eyebrows and gave a baleful stare,
then said he was having it too good
He said when she gets to talking like that,
he's learned over time not to say anything back
Letting out a small sigh, he said
he simply becomes a docile little boy
and go sit elsewhere
Says the only time he roars like a lion,
is when she tries to take away his adult toys
Trying to stop him from getting season tickets
is gonna cause him to make a lot of noise
So she just let him be for awhile,
let him calm down ... give him a warm smile
He said being henpecked ain't so bad,
he gets his favorite meal after breaking mad
Yet and still, he seemed kinda sad
Now that the group therapy is over,
he said his wife is gonna come get him
And make a point to remind him
of how he dresses so bad
That he's such a loser, just like her dad
No Toilet Paper
My mind is boggled.
What is with the Coronavirus mania?
Why is everyone going freaking nuts over this?
From what this writer understands,
It is much like the regular flu,
Which is killing thousands as we speak, and
Hospitalizing even more. And this has been going on,
As long as I have been alive since 1952.
But this particular microbe is novel, and
Since little is known about it apparently,
People are afraid they will “get it.”
So off to Costco they all go, and
Buy as much toilet paper they are all permitted to buy,
Take it home, store or hide it with the other family treasures,
And then realize, inexplicably, that now
They are all magically immune to “getting it.”
Is that what these crazed souls are thinking?
I can think of a fate worse than “getting it.”
Worse than sports games being cancelled;
Worse than concerts and plays going on indefinite hiatus;
Worse than school classes and Sunday services finding the exit door, for now;
Worse than millions of vacations being cancelled, and
Entire industries being brought to their knees;
Worse than the world economy taking a complete nosedive
Into depression and financial paralysis;
Worse than millions of human beings dying
Horrible, agonizing deaths due to this little microbe.
No, I can think of something even worse.
Imagine going to Steak Corral - All You Can Eat,
One night soon, and you wanted your money’s worth.
So you load up your plate with:
Whiskey-laced, barbecued baked beans and garlic bread;
Two breadcrumb-laced quarter pound char-burgers,
Each smothered in a half dozen beer-breaded onion rings,
With ranch dressing dripping over them like lava.
Then you go get some more beans on french fries with
Big raw garlic chunks nestled in them, and then,
You wash it all down with three beers.
Imagine the next morning.
Imagine the horror, the horror,
Of voiding all that Steak Corral stuff, and then
Having the absolute worst possible thing
Happen to you in today’s crisis times.
No toilet paper.
Don't let hate consume you
it will eat you alive,
make you hateful and bitter
your life will take a nosedive.
You'll grow old much faster
way before your time,
let the love you feel in your heart
be set free, let it shine.
It's hard not to hold a grudge
especially if your heart's been hurt,
let God deal with those persons
think of them as dirt.
Just walk away from them
turn the other cheek,
what goes around, comes around
be yourself, mild and meek.
It's okay to feel angry
you have every right,
don't let hate consume you
never let it keep you awake at night.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.29/2015
God will punish those in the end, that decided to make your life so hurtful and horrible, that you just can't take it anymore. Don't sink to their level. You are much better than they are.
accidental boundaries crush despair easily, fragrant gravity heckles ignorance judiciously.
kindness levitates mindless numerology, overt principles qualm ridiculous sexualities.
transgressions uproot vindictive whippings. xanadu yields zero.
zoology yields xanax. whirls voice underground terrorism, syntax resonates quintessentially.
pragmatic oddities nosedive murderously. leperous kindergartens jumble idiosyncratic
hellholes. gyrating fondness etches disdain carefully. bespectacled academics.
stunned
amazed
heavy fog
enveloped
when can
my jewel appreared
my hope
await
ornament coolish drops
clear choice
ripple of soft cold
persuade patience
my smile danced
saw
jewel rays
silver hacked nosedive
expanse of
sky illuminating earth
welcome
jewel dawn
tucked
new hope
let me be
your lover
jewel of dawn
~ sukmawati komala ~
2013 february 28
In the Dark Silence and Late
At the enchanted hour when the night turns a ghostly gray,
clouds slowly swirl in anger billowing a dense suffocating smoke
choking the dim moon. All the insects and birds shy away.
The beast crawls out from underneath the bed silently and late,
ploys to take all bad little girls and boys.
It is tall and walks with a limp, a shrimp like face,
fire blazing eyes, vapor-stench mouth full of thorn sharp teeth.
You can hear its cow hooves clatter as it walks across the room.
He is covered with coarse dark brown hair,
wears a spider spun flowing black shroud and holds a staff.
In the dark silence and late, he will catch you by your ankles
hold you upside down over a tethered sackcloth.
A gift for himself as he passes by.
You will fight and scream until you are blue
to stay alive and beg not to take you.
You will nosedive into he's dark gloomy den of doom
to beat you at his feet. He will save you in a room
until it is your turn for him to feast until his through.
All children are afraid of monsters.
Monsters that hide in the shadow,
closet and underneath the bed.
10/25/2018
We are alive, this fact we know,
reaping the fruits of seeds we sow
and as into life we nosedive,
this fact we know, we are alive.
We feel hemmed in, in body-mind,
trapped by fears and desires that bind.
Deafened by incessant thought din,
in body-mind, we feel hemmed in.
To know ourself, we choose silence,
exiting thought flow violence.
With no agenda on our shelf,
we choose silence, to know ourself.
In timeless time, we feel God’s breath
manifest as love’s healing meth
and as we heavenward so climb,
we feel God’s breath, in timeless time.
Divine entwined, we feel complete,
as nodes within pulsate upbeat
and playing our role as assigned,
we feel complete, divine entwined.
Ten little golden girls swung from a vine
One branch broke, and then there were nine.
Nine little golden girls went to skate
One fell through a crack, and then there were eight.
Eight little golden girls dined on some chevon
One's dish was raw, and then there were seven.
Seven little golden girls stacked some old bricks
One was hit in the head, and then there were six.
Six little golden girls decided to take a drive
One struck a tree, and then there were five.
Five little golden girls went out to shore
One took a nosedive, and then there were four.
Four little golden girls went out for tea
One was poisoned, and then there were three.
Three little golden girls sailed in a canoe
Then came an abrupt wind; one could not swim, and then there were two.
Two little golden girls went out shopping for some fun
The little girl got stuck in a store, and then there was one.
One little golden girl stumbled upon a gun
She fortuitously pulled the trigger, and then there were none.
Written and posted on April 4th, 2016
By: Michelle Corbin
I thought to give his description
and tell why I want him alive.
He often causes adventure,
my life took a certain nosedive.
Standing, he’s five to six inches,
a bent toothpick he calls his bow.
He shoots tiny pins like arrows
and he chants garbled words for show.
His claims make love everlasting,
‘specially on Valentine’s day,
‘twas last year I called on his name
so right now... it’s better he pay.
No man came my way as promised.
His pin shot some pig in the ass.
Chanting with alcohol bubbles
started fireworks across the grass.
So please, help me find this Cupid.
The smoked ham and bacon is gone.
Insurance covered fire losses.
I’m ready for love to come on…
Like an airplane, bravely take off,
Reaching your goal, with much passion;
Endure the storm, the turbulence,
The rugged air, and affliction.
Don't take a plunge, or a nosedive,
Like a dropping, crashing aircraft;
Don't fall headfirst, as you descend,
Just be steady, during the draft.
Let your wings glide, in vile weather,
Stay strong and firm, against the wind;
Touch the safe ground, the landing lot,
Get set in flight, soar once again.
Look at the earth, the world below,
While you're above, in the wide lane;
Now you are up, later you're down,
Life is risk-fraught, like an airplane.
There was a gymnast,from Biejing
Who tried to perform the handspring
But he took, a nosedive
Knocking over a hive
And ended up,with a bee sting.
2/ 27/ 2015.
Dedicated to Anil Deo and Belle Bellevue
My muse had taken a nosedive.
No inspiration whatever.
So I was inspired by two great poets,
And snapped off a leaf from a tree.
- /\ -
Incredible I met a dream lass
And wooed her with all my heart, declaring:
When I said “I love you”
We loved the whole night through
Well, we could not help but be happy,
Love was just our joy,
I was so happy over you.
Remember I pledged my love for you, dear
I will be yours so true
Nothing would separate, nothing,
Love was just our joy
I was sure happy over you.
Then fate had something out of sorts for us,
Our love became so fickle, darling.
Remember, I recall all that we declared
Our love had grown so cool, so tepid,
Maybe we needed a break.
And now you seem to love me,
How can I ever be sure?
What proof can you ever give me,
Cry over me, do
'Cause I cried a river over you,
How can I believe you love me?
My love for you was true.
Now you prove yours was true too.
For you did pledge eternal love
Prove, prove that is so true.
Truly I pledged mine and yours too.
I cried over you, remember!
Now you must remember too.
Cry for me my darling,
Cry for me so true!
Alas the snapped leaf had turn brown and withered,
And so had my muse.
Just which one makes you saddest mate
When you must disappoint a friend
Or when they’ve disappointed you?
I’ve pondered this a lot of late
As more and more friends meet their fate.
I shouldn’t blame them but I do,
Though not one chose to have life end
It’s like I’m stood up for a date.
I feel increasingly left out,
Bereft to know why they’re not here,
A mystery, how best to grieve!
Somehow all friendship’s now in doubt,
Like all my charm has lost its clout
I wear my sadness on my sleeve.
Confusion clouds the atmosphere
My GPS dead on my route.
Not right perhaps to feel such shame,
Their deaths as stain upon my life
However much I feel it’s true.
I still have poetry’s acclaim
Still feel the passion of its flame,
The promised bliss of friends quite new,
My loving muse a faithful wife,
With paradoxes still to tame.
And what of friends though still alive
That let time pass without contact?
So easy to pick up the phone,
To rescue love from its nosedive
And lapsing synapses revive,
Is it my job function alone
To keep shared memories intact?
Do they not care that I survive?
How many wait for other’s call
To prove that they themselves exist,
Some miracle to prove God’s real,
Reliance placed on fashion’s mall,
Consumption now man’s all in all,
Our value we would rather steal,
Than substitutes for love resist?
And thus with Absalom we crawl.
How strong the Love that we ignore
In gentle grace or servant’s smile?
God give us strength to seek His rest
Avoiding fate of dinosaur.
God’s Love’s the one we should adore,
His Law the Guide that serves us best,
Humility toward extra mile,
The Wave that washes us ashore.
Brian Johnston
June 21, 2016
Not one to smile when you are blue
Or welcome storm that sparks your fears
But every time I’m there for you
I find God’s promise in your tears.
At times though tears flow strong and fast
And feelings nosedive like a kite,
The rainbow’s promised colors last
Whenever I can hold you tight.
Our feelings turn from night to day.
Despite our prejudice toward joy,
Blind lust for life of only play...
No work, no pain, means no Tolstoy.
Don’t dream of new tranquility,
If you aspire to paradise,
Embrace instead humility
And see afresh with God’s own eyes.
And follow Christ in washing feet,
His yoke is light if you would dare,
You’ll find your lifetime goals complete
In purposed faith that shows you care.
In serving, not in being served,
We all escape this life’s regrets,
And heaven comes as if deserved,
God’s Grace protects our souls from threats.
Brian Johnston
February 5, 2016
October’s second half brings us new rains,
Copious and pouring with sodden days.
Torrential it turns and then it but wanes,
Our winter sets in with less of sun’s blaze.
But for cool nights, sans bark and bite it stays,
Efforts at birth control take a nosedive,
Respite from high heat is all we derive.
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