Best Nuisance Poems
Fruit flies abuzz everywhere
Some fly here and some land plop
Doesn't matter if it is on fruit or poop.
Then they have the nerve to land in my stew
I think they have the right to life, but then.
They'd have sex and hatch oodles.
Two thousand more at a time
Even though I try not to keep score, see.
Swarms of them are too many to please me.
Drosophila melanogaster, go.
Setting some traps with fruit bait
They enter can't leave, trapped, stay.
Guess what, they have sex, and she lays her eggs.
In a short time, maggots start their ascent.
Well, throw them out, those pesky nuisances.
I thought I had them conquered.
I assumed the house was free.
Then to my surprise, one zoomed in my ear.
I was furious, angry as could be.
Up my nose one flew, to my amazement.
I blew and blew, used some spray.
I can hear him buzz today.
She's "concerned" that my mess is immense
"I work late." Is my latest defense
Yes, my yard is a wreck
But IF you must peck
Your big NOSE might get stuck in my fence
So you KNOCKED my troublesome trooper?
Tell ya what you prim party-pooper
I will warn you once more
Poke your head through MY door?
I'll slam it right square on your snooper!
I bought the "hugest" pot I found
It's very tall, extremely round
I had enough with four teenagers
Killers of eardrums and Pizza beggars
I Googled recipes for "Turtle Soup"
I dreamed of flavors, carrots and this "group"
Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello and Rafael
Mutants in green - they jumped and almost fell
When coming in my kitchen they all at once in awe
"Mutant Ninja Turtle - The Gourmet Recipe" they saw
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So now I quietly enjoy my veggie soup
A slice of pizza and an ice-cream scoop...
www.scripca.com
For Destroyer(Poet's contest: Turtle Soup
This is a great idea, tee hee,
Good suggestions are so me,
Nuisance caller was asking me,
Money for her fundraising committee,
"Right," said little old chirpy me,
"You can send cheques to me,
We need funds here desperately!"
I must say, sensitively,
Great ideas are so me,
Nuisance caller hung up on me!
Nosy and bothersome
Nagging Nelly nit picked
needing to meddle, with
nary a thought, as if
nothing could prevent her
nonstop, needling tongue from
notable annoyance.
Written on 4/39/17
A girl on my bus sends texts from her phone;
She does it without any limit.
And seems oblivious as passengers moan,
When the wretched thing chirps every minute.
I’d love to grab it and bin it…
For Natalie's contest
I don't fight with fists but with words in a flow, your **** is the fertilizer, it's just helping me grow, steady and slow, I'm planted and ready to put on a show, so just shut your mouth and take notes from a pro
I'll slap you with a dollar cause you cry over two cents, I'm a nuisance, my shits from the future while your flow is past tense
I don't talk crap, I wipe it off of my shoes, I've solved the mystery, you're looking for clues, you're searching for views while I'm creating the news and hitting the cues, with this pen in my hands you know that I never lose and when you see me on top you'll be belting the blues.
and when I'm in battle I'm not on the attack, I'm just grasping at ways to stay on the right track, just give me a hit over a thirty rack, cause I'm just trying to handle this growing weight on my back, all the while praying, please cut me some slack..
I am utterly alone
here I sit, with the presence of no one beside me
and I cannot help but picture the bliss of my disappearance from this earth
I wish for no one to mourn me
or worry of my questionable fate
for I know where I am going
Surely I will see the fiery pits soon
yet I cannot help but to love God for all He has done for me
-I am far beyond being undeserving of His blessing
Though my disappearance will alert few, if any
I know God will remember me
but sadly, and pathetically, this is not enough
I grow anxious of what is to come
and constantly I catch myself in a daydream of a bloody knife with my name on it
too bad it will probably stain my tile floor
The time has now come...it is now that I will leave forever
If only I could think of one person to pass my belongings to
-they'll simply vanish, parallel to me
I pray for eternal bliss
but the answer I know
Here I Come, Lucifer...are you ready for me?
singing dog
wakes the neighbors
unpopular
half of two awake
silent annoyance at night ~
prolonged loud snoring.
I played on the phonograph, some serenade,
I was listening to it, while I layed.
The serenade with my feelings created a fusion,
Then I stepped into the world of my delusion.
She was holding my hand tightly,
This made me believe that this was a nuisance kind a illusion.
Then a hot fleeing piece fell on to the phonograph creating a diffusion;
Soon flames lept on me,
To save myself i took out a shove,
But no sooner covered with flames not of fire but of love.
M-orbid
A-ilment's
N-oxious
I-nfection
L-ets
Y-ucky
N-astiness
M-ysteriously
A-pply
L-ink's
I-nvisible
N-uisance
A-nd
O-utbreak
Topic: Birthday of Manilyn B. Malinao (June 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Believe it or not, their ubiquitous webs
Are everywhere; they are the dictators
Who kidnap, maim, torture and kill teachers,
Poets, ordinary folks and babies in their cribs.
They rob and ransack innocent citizens,
Steal elections and after a lifetime in power,
Categorically refuse to leave the tower.
Very often, they do everything to muzzle the chickens.
Monsters are constantly in disguise,
They are well dressed, they wear uniforms,
They know how to blend and to socialize.
Monsters, at every turn, want to control the dorms,
Manipulate the data, fool the media,
Hire henchmen and spread false propaganda.
Monsters behave like manipulative magicians,
They suck the air out of the innocent bystanders,
Befriend desperate and impoverished musicians,
Surreptitiously inveigle the nosy neighbors
To exteriorize their feelings, and they spy and lie,
At every opportunity; and at every occasion,
They bury their preys alive in the dungeon.
Believe it or not, monsters are like rats,
Their appetite is insatiable; they crawl under the mats,
Bite babies, steal millions, and hide the money in overseas coffers;
They rape young boys and girls, and destroy the future of many.
The revolution was not done right ‘cause the kidnappers,
The pick pockets and their accomplices are still under the tree.
Those raccoons, those bedbugs don't go away easily.
They outlive the exterminators. These goons are really bright.
Be cautious, because they are out there day and night,
Operating at every meeting and at every party.
Believe it or not, all bad things must come to an end:
The lies, the crimes, and the arbitrary executions of the church band.
Copyright© February 2012, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books:
GLORIFIED STREET NUISANCE
Fumbling fingers falter, failing to fasten firmly.
Fine fabric falls, flapping feebly for all to see.
Trousers tumble, torn from their trusty tether.
Tumbling to the thighs, they tangledly twirl together.4
In streets where mischief reigns supreme,
A nuisance brews, a sight unseemly extreme.
Young rascals roam, with trousers low,
Exposing more than they ought to show.8
With swag, they claim, they strut and preen,
But sagging pants reveal a lack of sheen.¹°
Like prisoners' garb, a style they embrace,
Yet decency & sense, they discard with grace.
Their antics annoy, their behavior bold,
Disrespectful and rude, their actions unfold.¹4
With each step, they sink in moral decay,
Their future dim, in a world that's gone astray.¹6
Wish for a change, a shift in their stride,
To dress with dignity, and let swag subside.
For true greatness lies in character and might,
Not in sagging pants, and a nuisance in sight.²°
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©?7th October 2024.
You couldn’t excuse yourself, could you
With me it was a fall from grace
You think you’ve done what you should do
At our very early phase
The obstacle that really mattered
Was our sincerety and trust
A nuisance that you must have tattered
Because you knew this love would last
Does it provide a compensation
This late revenge, is it a start
Of a new phase in life’s ascention
A Jacob’s ladder of depart?
I guess you thought about this
Cause it looks pointless otherwise
To throw your love into abyss
In dire hope that truth was lies.