Best Open And Shut Poems
The family had just moved into an old castle in Scotland;
mother, father and their only daughter, Emmie, that they loved so deeply.
Emmie was only 12 years old, and so innocent and beautiful.
One night, she was woken up by a dripping sound;
an echoing sound of water drops in a sink;
rhythmic and terrifying.
She sat on her bed, and suddenly appeared a free floating arc of strange light.
It's that time of year again: Halloween night.
Doors flew open and shut; strange voices and footsteps started.
She was so frightened, that she almost threw up.
Emmie made the sign of the cross, and plunged into a thicket of thorny wild roses.
Terrified, excited and ready to run out of the house in 20 seconds,
she overheard whispering words: "All beauty must die."
The voice was so deathly, that it sent chills through her spine.
It did not make it any better that it sounded too close to her ears.
Her nightdress being torn by rose thorns like papers in a paper shredder,
she ran as fast as she could; not back to the old castle,
but away from the creepy voice, and strange events
in the old castle.
Exhausted, she searched for a place she could find rest
"All beauty must die" the voice visited
her unceremoniously once more. "What do you want from me?
Is it wrong to be born beautiful? "
she asked, wondering where she got her courage from.
The energy to scream or run departed her,
the moment she saw a woman dressed in white,
levitating in the air, and moving towards her;
a horrid face that carried the night's darkness,
looked decayed, with worms crawling out from it.
Remember this is a true story about Emmie;
she gets chills just remembering the events of that night……
Contest: Halloween Co-Writes, By Diane Locksley
Poem Written by: Teddy Kimathi and Anne-Lise Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Categories:
open and shut, art, dark, fear, halloween,
Form:
Free verse
When at home its often fast food I crave,
might even be leftovers that I saved,
always in a race,
open and shut case,
thank God for my nuke everything microwave!
12-20-16
Categories:
open and shut, food, technology, time,
Form:
Limerick
It’s skin deep evident,
being black is an inherent crime
It doesn’t matter whether we
peacefully
stand our ground,
or be siren subservient —
Hands in the air,
knees bent
We get shot seven times,
by a six-shooter
In the back of our mind,
fear is a pride looter
Epidermal evidence suggests,
probable cause is
five fingers of uniform blue grave danger
A click gavel falls trigger quick,
siren verdict be: 1st degree fatal anger
It’s just another casket open-and-shut case,
the latest obituary picture
bearing eyewitness of Breonna Taylor’s face
Like chalk on a blackboard,
we get erased ...
so rap sheet easily
Four-by-for centuries,
our coffin pleas
have been iron fetter ignored
The only asphalt sound
silently heard
are the yellow tape trace words:
“I can’t breathe,”
with our George Floyd face
in the paved dirt
Epidermal evidence historically reveal:
We always got shot seven times,
by a six-shooter
Skin color hatred smoking barrel explode
on a trigger reload
Being black was our genetic crime
Wanting the good life
on the whiter side
of the picket fence
Made former slave cotton-picking sense
Our emancipated thoughts
were escaped equality sought
But votes auction bought,
forced us to tragically be
paddy wagon pellet caught
And when suffrage hope died,
it was our fault —
Runaway tears shed for naught!
Morgue blame sent:
Usual suspect motives be
dreams non-violent
Desiring to be integrated legally
into American society
was our heinous offense
No need for more epidermal evidence
It’s just another cell open-and-shut case,
the latest unarmed picture
bearing eyewitness of Jacob Blake’s face
We repeatedly
get shot seven times,
by a six-shooter
Seems the lawlessness of the land says:
The badge can be
judge, jury
and executioner
Ain’t it blatant epidermal evident,
being black is an egregious, breathable offense
Of which there is no self-defense
We get shot seven times,
by a six-shooter
Perpetrator exit wombs inflicted on
menace to society ghetto we
Aborted justice is our
perforated epidermal eulogy
Being black is a natural-born crime,
evidentiary,
an umbilical sin
It’ll get you pandemic shot seven times,
by a sick, sick six-shooter
Categories:
open and shut, grief, perspective, truth, violence,
Form:
Elegy
Line of inquiry:
“betwixt the pulse of our heartbeat
simply present, head-heart linking
dwelling in time stretched blissful peace
awareness became unblinking
Animating Innate Vibrance
Open and shut, constant change
He’s on His throne, He’s off
My heartbeat says otherwise
My mortifying act of anamorphic shame
He says, “Sit still.”
He says, “Know that I Am…”
When I clear my head
not of everything
but when I sit in place
with only the inside and outside
universe; not without sound
I would be dead, without the sense
I’ve been given. I’m holding hands
with my own heart, quietly kissing
the peace, which I, all too often,
want to run from and to what…
How much time can I take
five or ten
minutes that I want to spend
elsewhere
but this is what I need. He
knows; the exploration time
spent in meditative prayer
pays higher dividends
Oh what I see
when I truly open my eyes
high beams highlighting,
sculpting, silhouette-sitting,
the unknown takes shape
The aha transforms. One
never forgets
when floored
with answers that transform
Categories:
open and shut, prayer, solitude,
Form:
Free verse
The sound of your voice made me shake inside
Your mouth never opened yet my ears heard your words
You reached out and touched me without using your arms
As I looked upon your lips I was kissed
My mind was open and shut by your very present
I was deeply moved
How Beautiful My Love
Dedicated to my wonderful husband Yalma for Valentine"s Day
Categories:
open and shut, happiness, inspirational, love, me,
Form:
Lyric
Fannie Strumpet is a flatulent floozy
With each wiggle her rump lets out a doozy
She blows out so much gas
Foul vapor from her a$$
It's asphyxiating and makes me woozy
Fannie lets 'em rip without hesitation
When I point a finger in accusation
She points hers back at me
and laughs saying, "Phew Wee!"
I'm tempted to enact strangulation
I threatened to have the woman arrested
Indecently walking around bare breasted
She farted in my face
Through her panties of lace
I think I was infected and molested
One night Fannie was with a man she'd just met
When she tooted he left, much to her regret
Rectal fumes exploded
He screamed, "You're corroded!"
Her tail expels toxins like a gas jet
Fannie saw a doctor of proctology
She farted without making an apology
She disgusted him so
He said, "Madame, just go.
You're a noxious threat to world ecology!"
I don't fear being assaulted by her smut
She was sued; the case was open and shut
The streets no longer stink
Cuz Fannie's in the clink
For hiding lethal weapons in her butt
October 1, 2021
May the Gas Be With You-Farts Part 2 Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
open and shut, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Last night I dreamed
your eyes were lit
in a world of fire
your kisses struck
like heat lightning
many moons rose and fell
tides pulled the shoreline closer
you transparent as a ghost
and in the heat of this frozen night
we were still there...
You the porcelain doll
eyes that open and shut
words yet to crack
mute rain between us
eyelashes black and shiny
sitting on the edge of the mountain
with just a shallow stare...
My body gliding to you
I try and break through
waves that have become mountains
that cover the pale skyline...
~ ~
Categories:
open and shut, art, dream, flying,
Form:
Free verse
“Peach”
What have I done,
To deserve this peach?
The Lord only knows,
How many they’ll reach.
You know the media,
And how they preach.
Abuse of their right,
To Freedom of Speech.
My name is Donald Trump,
And I’m here to say,
Watch how the others,
Will try to get you to sway.
Whether it’s the truth,
Or a bold-face lie,
Some people tend to only,
Follow the other guy.
They campaign against me,
And may continue to grow.
My question is to you,
What do you KNOW?
I ask this directly because,
Facts of my case should matter!
Have you, yourself ever been,
A part of the latter?
Research for fact or fiction,
Please make an informed decision.
For what you ultimately decide,
Could cause a major collision.
Jump on their bandwagon,
Only if you feel you must.
Knowing all the facts,
Magnifies the massive unjust.
Whether a report is fake or real,
Determines the truth or lie,
Some people will tend to follow
The path of the other guy.
The peach counts are rising,
Total up to 1.4 million now.
Another question I ask to you,
Have you checked the DOW?
During the slander, you may have missed,
The economy shining so very bright.
Or unemployment at an all-time low,
With no indication of end in sight.
“Make America Great Again!”
You see, is what I say,
Why don’t you appreciate,
What I do for our country every day?
I speak to command you today,
To stick with your gut,
As you know what’s right,
It is clearly open and shut.
What have I done,
To deserve this peach?
You and I know,
It’s a far, far reach!
Let us come together as one,
By using our speech,
We can spread the word,
And proudly use it to teach.
Together we have the power,
Let’s make the reach.
We can merry together as one,
And set out to preach.
The truth is paramount,
Not a figure of speech.
We will win this fight,
This Battle of Impeach.
My Name is Donald Trump,
And I am here to stay.
A mere speed bump,
Is causing minor delays.
This peach I speak about,
Really isn’t that sweet.
Support me as you always have,
And we will fight as a mighty fleet.
I am the President,
I will always proudly shout,
Of the United States of America,
I am without a shadow of doubt.
Categories:
open and shut, betrayal, celebrity, patriotic, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
The family had just moved into an old castle in Scotland;
mother, father and their only daughter, Emmie, that they loved so deeply.
Emmie was only 12 years old, and so innocent and beautiful.
One night, she was woken up by a dripping sound;
an echoing sound of water drops in a sink;
rhythmic and terrifying.
She sat on her bed, and suddenly appeared a free floating arc of strange light.
It's that time of year again: Halloween night.
Doors flew open and shut; strange voices and footsteps started.
She was so frightened, that she almost threw up.
Emmie made the sign of the cross, and plunged into a thicket of thorny wild roses.
Terrified, excited and ready to run out of the house in 20 seconds,
she overheard whispering words: "All beauty must die."
The voice was so deathly, that it sent chills through her spine.
It did not make it any better that it sounded too close to her ears.
Her nightdress being torn by rose thorns like papers in a paper shredder,
she ran as fast as she could; not back to the old castle,
but away from the creepy voice, and strange events
in the old castle.
Exhausted, she searched for a place she could find rest
"All beauty must die" the voice visited
her unceremoniously once more. "What do you want from me?
Is it wrong to be born beautiful? "
she asked, wondering where she got her courage from.
The energy to scream or run departed her,
the moment she saw a woman dressed in white,
levitating in the air, and moving towards her;
a horrid face that carried the night's darkness,
looked decayed, with worms crawling out from it.
Remember this is a true story about Emmie;
she gets chills just remembering the events of that night……
Contest: Halloween Co-Writes, By Diane Locksley
Poem Written by: Anne Lise Andresen & Teddy Kimathi
Categories:
open and shut, art, dark, fear, halloween,
Form:
Free verse
Up on the Housetop
1. Up on the housetop reindeer pause,
Out jumps Good Old Santa Claus
Down through the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little good girls and boys
Ref: Ho, ho ho! Who wouldn't go? Ho, ho ho! Who wouldn't go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with good Saint Nick
2. First comes the stocking of little Nell
Oh, dear Santa fill it well
Give her a dolly that laughs and cries
One that will open and shut it's eyes
3. Next comes the stocking of little Will
Oh, just see what a glorious fill
Here is a hammer and lots of tacks
A whistle and a ball and a whip that cracks
Up at the North Pole
1. Up at the North Pole, without lauds,
There sits Mrs. Santa Claus.
Making all the gifts for girls and boy,
All for the little ones’ Christmas joys.
Ref: Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn’t sit? Ho, ho, ho, who wouldn’t sit?
Up at the North Pole, click, click, click,
Sitting there with Mrs. Nick.
2. She’s the one who makes all the gifts,
Rules the workshop, fills the lists,
Makes sure that little Nell gets her fill
and that it’s all there for little Will.
3. She’s there baking through night and day,
So Santa leaves without delay.
Makes sure that Santa’s sleigh is full,
but not so much the reindeer can’t pull.
Categories:
open and shut, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
I lay down to sleep
with the lovely lilts of rain
and the soft whisper of wind in my ears
At some unearthly hour
wakened up from sleep
by howls and shrieks
I don’t know when the rain and wind
turned into a tumultuous roar
and why I failed to notice
the windows turning on their hinges
and the doors snap open and shut
When I woke up, I saw
the land inundated
trees arm twisted and splintered
hanging limp in lifeless mass
beleaguered by wind's foul game
and the leaves still shedding
drops of tears!
( This happened yesterday night)
Sep.1.2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Categories:
open and shut, betrayal, night, rain,
Form:
Free verse
Truth has the power
to unlock under the carpet of lies
hidden agendas covered up secrets
Open and shut case proof behind scenes
we are drip fed day by day by media
controlled by its source rubbish
Issues to corrupt peoples vision creating demons
within reality and moral thinking a world can see
as one body in a whole circle of good living souls
Categories:
open and shut, body, corruption, faith, hope,
Form:
Terza Rima
If it's a crime to love you,
lock me up, key and all!
Tell it all over the news,
let it ring from city hall!
It's an open and shut case,
it's a shoe-in, a smoking gun!
It's in plain view, it's a no-brainer,
it was me! Yes, I'm the one!
You've caught me red handed,
reaching in the cookie jar!
All the evidence is conclusive,
I'm the one! Guilty as charged!
There are plenty of witnesses,
and no need to cross-examine.
No testimony is necessary,
the verdict won't be challenged!
Don't expect a high-speed chase,
I'll gladly turn myself in now.
Here I am, awaiting sentence,
bang the gavel! hand it down!
Just throw the book at me!
Dead man walking here! I'll keep,
my love for you behind these bars,
'til the day you set me free.
Categories:
open and shut, life, love, people, me,
Form:
Free verse
Nutty grandpa president
is talking crazy uncle Donald again
His little Chucky thumbs
is tapping epithet tweet nonsense
Batty grandpa’s been
grumpily sucking
on the hate hot sauce bottle
stashed in his KKK closet
Now he’s sporting a Commander-in-Chief cap,
dressed in a wrinkled birthday suit
Churlish grandpa wanna blow the nuclear candles out
in his Oval padded room
He’s trying to smear his coconut-frosted
pejorative German chocolate cake
on every African looking face
Calling Doctor Strangelove and nurse Annie Wilkes Misery,
bad Grandpa is verbally pooping all over the place
His anti-social, mood swing meds
is scattered everywhere on the bed
Nutty grandpa prez
is a stable genius he says
But his schizophrenia behavior
is open and shut caged rage ... Jekyll and Hyde
Hannibal Lecter ... American Gothic suicide
Old Grandpa says
young women love him like Frankenstein’s bride
His paranoid soul
got a misogynist itch
in it’s nether parts
Curmudgeon grandpa claims he’s really rich,
and has an Ebenezer Scrooge heart
Nutty grandpa prez don’t like no immigrants
who came from where he ain’t
Straight jacket truth wraps him wrong,
he loves to swear that he’s no saint
Crazy grandpa just wanna roam the West Wing halls at night,
cursing at everybody left and right
His angry autocrat ticker just wanna be dictator loved
with family suck-up sniveling loyalty
Cuckoo grandpa flew his nest egg eyes over someone in the staff,
whose nurse Ratched mirror image greedy
Nutty grandpa president just got another person fired
for improper cleansing backside kissing
And the raucous din,
rising from the voter base-ment,
means it’s electoral shock therapy time again
So lock the border doors —
keep it dissent quiet, dum-dum
Czar grandpa prez don’t like all that democratic noise
Silence of the lambs,
that soothing lullaby hum
Is the sweet sound
that calms his Joker tweeting thumbs
Rest your rage, nutty grandpa prez:
Uneasily snore deeply,
wearing your Mad Hatter MAGA brim
(keep having more troubled, neo-Nazi policy dreams
of Making America Great Again)
As the White House hospice staff is issuing
M.A.S.H unpatriotic greetings
to Parallel reality refugees
seeking insane asylum ...
Welcome, to the Oval Sanatorium
Categories:
open and shut, humor, parody, satire, word
Form:
Light Verse
sausages mash and peas
Slowly climb the leaning tree and learn about leaves
Count them
Count the corners
The points
The colours
And when you have completed this climb back down but quickly this time
For this is a process of professionalism and professionalism is neither a professor picking potatoes and nor is it a pale portly peach in a pothole
A seasonal session is a lesson indeed
And when to amass such knowledge and gain such insight
Structures that know no surrounds are the enemy of the lines
Drawn out lines are a plan to cage
And taunt the chambers
And dwell in thin cabled networks of plasma
No controlled steam could grow a stem on a concrete path
And no wave could flow from a tap
And no free flowing river jet could burst out of a water spray
And in a jury clad case of fast measures it is best to be a frog
Leaping
At top speed
Especially when the case being heard is not a suitcase patterned open and shut one
It is a fact versus fiction
To whom should you place your beliefs then
Belly laughing buttoned buffoons
Bellowing
Oh and before the programme shuts it must be said that apples always follow pears into the food bags
For the comfort element
But oh no the screaming plasma of an electrified plant
But the kindness of the acacia berry is renowned for giving the electric a mild boot
Foreknown is not often a foregone conclusion and conclusions are neither a clinking chain nor are they a clapping chunk of pineapples in a picture window
So now all can see and smell the garden pollen, perhaps it is time for the just and dutiful cause of the lawnmower
To pull itself out from the dust and cobwebs and pull the grass out with such force that all windows break
Oh wow adjudicating ant is clapping wildly in fur surrounds
Z Formicidae Z at 40 round beetles kicking a stone into a puddle to 18 wild and infruiated beads of corn
Categories:
open and shut, adventure,
Form: