Best Out Of The Question Poems
We were so young,way back when
barely out of the arm's of love
our sense's rushing madly again and again
running feverishly,into eachother's arm's because
we just knew we'd walk eachother through....
How naive we were,way back when
so unsure of ourselve's,
barely able to walk this life alone
yet,we believed we knew what love is
until our bodie's stopped talking
Probably should have learned to crawl
before we decided to walk,then maybe
we could have ran together
then maybe avoid the fall's....
The hurt and all the stinging pain
memorie's of a clumsy beginning
what we could'nt learn from eachother then
we sure helped eachother discover another
We may not be together now
to laugh and cry at what and how
another love seem's out of the question
but,what did we know of love,way back when....
Categories:
out of the question, friendship, lost love, love,
Form:
Free verse
why will men fight and suffer to advance the interests of their masters, who fling them aside when they have no further use for them?
Arthur Findlay
The black king and the white king, well they didn't see eye to eye
A war was looming, but not them; it was the pawns that would die
They placed them up to the front, with their cavalry at the rear
No side had any notion of backing down, and no side showed fear.
God is surely with us, the bishops on both sides proclaimed
Anyone saying otherwise would have been publicly shamed
A white pawn was the first to move forward, ready for the fight
But in just a couple of moves was struck down, by a black knight.
Two white knights moved forward in a blazing counter attack
The black pieces managed to hold the line and didn't fall back
Then a white bishop moved forward in a straight diagonal line
Black King told his pawns to move forward; everything will be fine.
The black queen wanted action and urged her pawns to be brave
But it wouldn't be her or the king that would be digging their grave
One by one her pawns were slaughtered, like lambs on the battlefield
A ceasefire was out of the question, because neither side would yield.
But the proud white king was about, to meet an agonising fate
When the black queen with her knights, declared a checkmate
But there were really no winners or losers, in this senseless war
Supporters on both sides wondered, what the hell it was all for.
The two main players in the background escaped without a scratch
And were already preparing to meet on the battlefield, for a rematch
Both sides exchanged their battered pieces of the injured and the slain
And maybe tomorrow or the next day were preparing to do it all again.
Meanwhile the arms manufacturers, were making big monetary gain
Whilst the landed gentry ate caviar and sipped on their champagne
Victory parades were held in all the towns, with all the pomp and flair
Hollow platitudes read out to mourn the dead, but do they really care?
Written on 6th June 2022.
Categories:
out of the question, death, metaphor, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Have you ever played pick up sticks?
Or just watched the rain and get bored
Is Jump rope gone forever or does?
Hop Scotch have new different rules
I guess some kids today are still
Playing hide and seek I can’t find them
Climbing a tree or building a tree house
Is out of the question they might get dirty
Trading football cards is now big business
We have taken it away from the kids
Hula-hoop does not spin around any more
Nor does the yo yo go down to the ground
Are ant farms now only found underground?
Is flag football dead in the parks?
Are all games now just checkmate and no one wins
Did we forget how to run through a sprinkler?
Or drink water out of a hose not from a bottle
Like babies do
Has life become living in a box never talking
My memories of yesteryear are fond
The memories of today will be gone
Disappearing games and fun the only memories they will have
Will be, I forgot how many gigs did it took to play
That game
Categories:
out of the question, games,
Form:
Free verse
Ok so now that I am here, what do I do? Do I keep going. Do I fly around. Am I sure I am here. Everything is still the same except that, this, and maybe a little bit of that too but I am sure that is normal with life though. So I am searching for the question to the answer of my first question. Yes I am. So now normalities. What is normal? Blue is normal to us under a bright light, green shines better. Which one is real? Choose one. Let us say both. Both is not an option. Let us opt out. Done. Now if we can opt out of the question, why have'nt you?
Categories:
out of the question, adventure, art, beauty, caregiving,
Form:
Burlesque
Those born into a family large will know whereof I speak.
Your chances of donning the newest clothes was very, very bleak!
Alas, hand-me-downs became a tradition at our humble house.
Being at the end of the clothes chain always made me grouse!
I had the dubious honor of wearing things that were always patched.
Color coordination was out of the question since nothing ever matched!
The fedoras I wore flopped down over my very ample ears.
I resembled a tiny Al Capone, embarrassing me to tears!
The pants I wore were wrapped around me once or twice.
"You'll grow into them", said Mom. "For now they will suffice!"
The sleeves of the jackets I wore came nearly to my knees,
Making it hard to find my hands to stifle an onrushing sneeze!
The shoes I wore were usually two sizes too long and wide.
I waddled like a wounded duck with every painful stride!
The neckties I wore were of big brother's dreadful taste.
Looped around my scrawny neck, they hung well below my waist!
Teenage years flew by, a reprieve from this predicament I could see.
The guys in Air Force recruiting posters looked mighty sharp to me!
I enlisted anticipating wearing a snappy suit of Air Force blue,
Only to be issued olive drab hand-me-downs from World War Two!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
out of the question, funny, me, clothes, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Gary, Indiana is the town where I grew up
Aftermath of gang battles designed our streets
Rage, rap, and rivalry were the three R’s that we learned at school
Yet, this was my hometown, the town where I grew up
In the town where I grew up
Non-violence was considered a thing of the past
Drug dealers and female callers assembled at each corner as men back when
gathered to march
In the town where I grew up
Adolescents were just first round picks for growing gangs
Neighborly love and peace was out of the question
Accidents and incidents were a regular occurrence in this town yet nevertheless this
was my town, the town where I grew up
Categories:
out of the question, urban
Form:
Acrostic
The girl was only thirteen but she decided to runaway from home,
Her parents did not hit her but their words were like whips;
They called her stupid, and told her she would amount to nothing,
She did not understand why they seemed to hate her.
So she put everything that would fit into her backpack and left,
With no plan in place, she just started walking and walking;
She knew that staying in her small town was out of the question,
Leaving would be the only option, so she became a fugitive.
A bit of money bought lunch and then she headed for the highway,
Put out her finger to hitchhike and the first car stopped;
Where are you going, he asked, Toronto, she replied, uncertain,
I can take you part way, she got in and he was polite.
He let her out in Kingston, but first bought her some food,
At the restaurant she met up with a teen boy hitchhiking too;
So they made a team and set off together, she thought it fun,
They got to Toronto at night and ended up sleeping outside.
When she woke up, he had gone and she was all alone,
She walked the streets, running when she saw a police man;
In the evening a man approached her and asked, if she was lost,
And if she was hungry, she was, and he seemed nice.
He took her to a mission and they gave her soup and a bed,
There she met some kids who were hitching to Florida;
Why not, she was a fugitive here, so the next day they left,
It did not take them long and they slept on the beach.
In the morning she was all alone, and now in another country,
She was starting to get afraid, then a man said to her, hello;
Lost, he said, he seemed nice, she nodded taking his hand,
The Florida police found her body in a canal that day.
There was no identification and no missing child reports,
Her parents did search for years and years and years;
She just disappeared, a little girl fugitive on the run,
She is buried in a nameless grave in Florida.
And they never found her.
__________________________
March 15, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/The Runaway
Copyright Protected, ID 16-768-391-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Categories:
out of the question, abuse, child,
Form:
Verse
Trump Do You Really Desire
Having been extravagant and hell bent
Oddly seemed to be his original intent
Trump had another horrible confession
Having children completely out of the question.
They all ended up happening anyway
And have heard some say until this day
After further exploration of extortion
Wished each wife believed in abortion.
Don't let this sound like a bunch of crock
He even had a child born out of wedlock
Poor reputation was growing and growing
With whores Trump Tower was overflowing.
Did not discriminate and were a he and she
Still had a formal life style full of bigamy
If bad reputation in bed is bigger than mine
Being President should be sure to resign.
To be President did Trump have the desire
He is always so loathsome and a lousy liar
And you talk about him shooting in the blind
His best part of women is breast and behind.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
PS, AD, are you laughing yet?
Categories:
out of the question, allegory, analogy, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
Puzzle Man
Sex is sex with connections
According to “them”, chemistry plays a part
There are a lot of ins and outs, ups and downs with coitus
It has been suggested certain parts are needed for functionality
Utilization of external & internal parts might be required
Facts of life in accordance with birds and bees philosophy
“They” say it’s all about relations, (perhaps aided by vibrators or vibrations)
There are 3 kinds of sex;
1.) Playing by oneself with one self
2.) Sex between 2 persons
3.) Orgies? Or morgies? Or mortgages? (ménage a trios might fit this
category)
I’m confused about mortgages and it does not sound like fun
Then there’s sex with animals but that’s just wrong
Commitment plays another part, free will with honor, monogamy
Other people pay for it. (Don’t get lost. Stay focused. We’re talking sex.)
A business transaction, that comes with or without diseases
Trying not to be litigious
“They” also say other things regarding human beings and sex
Compatibility, social, economic, religious components weigh in
All is well with puzzle man….if he has a home, a job, a car
The car, as far as we know, always trumps a bike when dating
Competition is healthy in relations “they” say
Parties involved in coitus know
Sex doesn't happen on its own
One must be properly lubricated and maintained
Like an auto or chu chu train
I imagine it must be like a banana penetrating a donut
Not a savory sight
Again…. You need a home, or shopping cart, or car
Even up in a tree will do if you’re in the mood
To be accomplished
Reading books on what parts fit with other parts is desirable
They say the most important thing about such things is love
I wouldn't know about such things
It’s all a puzzle to a little man like me
I only have a bicycle you see so sex is out of the question
Also, I’m only 3
Mother is about to bathe me
She had better keep her hands to herself
I want to figure these things out alone and by myself
Categories:
out of the question, age, change, child, education,
Form:
Didactic
The quickness of the hand is replaced by the sudden sight of an immobile body.
This body, free from attack yet as common as you and I.
Wrapping behind the other, the legs meet, suggesting the motion of a female.
There is a nod of acknowledgement, yet too far from understanding.
Attainment-out of the question, but the human body perfected.
This naturalness causes envy, yet is a temporary reaction.
A lightness is masked by vulgarity, which easily can be disarmed.
A bond is craved, yet never fully realized.
Considered seeker of truth, but only speaks of it.
There is confusion within the finesse,
Yet others will dance around it, indulging in their own interpretation.
Categories:
out of the question, body, corruption, desire, fantasy,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
The road from there to here I found not on a map,
Nor blueprint made to keep things mostly on a track.
It was early then, few reasons why to tip my cap,
At future days whose seasons respect I did lack.
A retirement plan was out of the question,
Getting old just not part of the big missing plan,
From highways I left to be free from congestion,
For the open road was mine, a blue blue-eyed man.
The days that came I would never change to endure,
For they were full of magic and fights to account,
And growing younger by the day so for fun for sure,
Youth’s great secret is to make every moment count.
Yet ironic today is the owl who appeared,
Looking in my eyes he hooted- then disappeared.
Categories:
out of the question, destiny,
Form:
Sonnet
It’s called, ’excessive fork to mouth disease’.
Overeating too much of what we please.
Sitting excessively on our derrière?
Watching TV, or writing poetry with magical flairs?
Lockdowns were absolutely no excuse.
Blaming it on “Climate Change…”a bad joke and so incredibly obtuse.
Get off our buttoxes and exercise at home.
It’s OK, to leave your great, altar of the internet, alone!
We lovely women, lose weight slower than charming men.
But there’s no magic pill on which neither can depend!
If I made it from a size sixteen to a size seven,
You can do it, too, it’s simply like being in heaven.
Beers, breads and booze are out of the question.
Wines, pizza, chips just few more to mention!
The key is to not listen, to those who failed.
Else, you be imprisoned in an adipose jail!
Live very long and prosper!
Panagiota
8/20/2022
~3 ~
Categories:
out of the question, encouraging, food, how i
Form:
Couplet
To haave a conwerstation,
is out of the question,
because he knows so much.
Forever by his self,
your love is on a shelf.
because he knows so much.
His every move he makes
you know what it will take
because he knew so much.
Just want to laugh and play.
have him listen to what you say,
No, because he knows so much.
Going out of my mind,
for just some quality time,
but, that is just too much.
So alone I sit,
without a word to fit,
because he knows so much.
Categories:
out of the question, history, romance,
Form:
Ballad
I am an elephant or Republican I think
After a couple of drinks
If memory serves me I'm pink
When not frolicking on the savanna
Pushing down trees for a snack
I work in a circus act
This place smells like a zoo
I'm getting too old and put on some pounds
It is hard to climb trees these days
Or ladders to success
Pole vaulting is out of the question
Circus food sucks
They say you are what you eat
I must be very tiny from the stuff that they feed me
Peanuts are very nutritious but small
My keepers want to keep me lean
They think that I'm stupid and make fun of my feet
If they are small than something else must be small
Accusing me of peeing myself on stage is the last straw
They say my brain is the size of the food that I eat also
I'm sick of them too
Vegetables and fruits are delirious…. or is it delicious
I forget how I got in this circus zoo mess
Why do I have a big E on the pajamas
Perhaps to identify me while in bed
Or to avoid common confusion with them
I know you think that I wrote it myself
But my feet are too large for that
Someone must have printed it
A political party perhaps
If you ask me what I think
The elephant in the room not called Trump is me
Categories:
out of the question, abuse, feelings, food, identity,
Form:
Free verse
The Aqua-BLUE Rose, ROSE of “SORROW “
Two Orange Roses Grown at Sunrise ; Tomorrow
Remembrance of LOVE, Three Yellow ROSES
True LOVE, the seeds with-in YOUR Heart ; Four Red Roses
Five Blushing Pink Roses, in Shyness, my Valentine is YOU
Pure White Roses, a half dozen Strong, Bloom Eternally for YOU
Triangulated with Three Gardenias, the flower of Courtesy and Respect
Inspired by the Contest : ROSES ARE RED. Violets are out of the question~
LOL~ ROSES FOR PD~~ Dedicated to the Magnificent POETESS - PD
Written by HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Author’s Note : Once again I was to Late for the Contest
LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege…Harry
Categories:
out of the question, love, roses are red,
Form:
Rhyme