Best Perils Poems
Soft silhouettes sashay by my window
Grievingly gazing out unto a world of which you may never know
Linen curtains briefly ruffled in the breeze
Old drunken Julius finds shade under the huge oak trees
The echoes of poverty ring outside my building
The pleas of panhandlers, the chattering of children
Dope feign Delilah, struts up and down the streets, waiting to turn her next trick
Evaporating into the air, the sulfuric stench
Jared, the jock in high school, deemed all American athlete
Shooting craps in the alley just to make ends meet
Every night like clockwork, the street walkers stand by Ms. Martina’s door
When the sun rises and they scatter like roaches, she anoints the ground with oils
Hakeem stands on one corner, screaming out” Would you enter the Kingdom of heaven if you should die today?
While his brother ShaQuan stands across the street, on the corner peddling cocaine
When we were growing up Ebony and I vowed to always be best friends
I sit on my stoop and she doesn’t even look my way as she’s followed by her six kids
In the evening gun shots light up the night, like the fourth of July
Another wife a widow, another mother loses her child
With not so much as a reason why.
Shrines built in rememberance of lost souls, adorn the sidewalks
Where once laid the body of an innocent child outlined by blood stained chalk
I am here in the midst of a world that I may never really know
I sit here day after day, with my pad and my pen,
Trying to escape the perils of the Ghetto
‘ Volcano’ ( or The Perils of Passion )
Volcano … You Inferno ! … You, Latent Threat
… I am not Ready, for Your Rise … just Yet …
So Stay Low and Do Not Throw …
… Your Boiling-So, … Nor Tell-Tale, Glow
Your Trembling Thrill, is Unseemly, So Leave
… Is that Bubbling-Fire, Leaping ? … Not Now, Please !
With Cool-Logic and Reason, Let The Brain- Blow ! …
and Ease the Simmering, Sultry, Steam Below
… Stay Sluggish and Drain thru my Strained-Veins
‘Lest Nothing, but Ashes and Embers Remain
Journey to The Center of The Earth … Don’t Emerge !
‘Lest The Core of My Being … Spill Over and Purge …
Burning This Complacency … This Routine Degree
For this Mercury, could Melt my Civility
or Expose my Feminine – Fear of Falling into Fissure
bringing Scalding Tears and Smoke-Screen Tissues…
… All in His Temperate-Touch, lays my Malfunction
He has Ignited, a Full-Blown, Sky-High Eruption !
Consuming Heat, Please – Show Some Compunction !
Would Moving Further Away, Stop Quaking Expulsions ?
… My Heart is Napalm-Warm … I Know …
but … Does It Have to put on a Shower of Sparks Show ?
Oh, I Can Not Stand This Incinerated Assault, Any More
Not, While, He Persists … To Pour and Pour …
… Too Late, I Sputter … Now, Lava Flows …
Alive-Thing … on Volcano Floes
Caught … In Volcano Throes … …
Molten Sea ... Let It Go
Dog demands attention and food.
Loves to be petted.
Rolls around on the floor like a pig in slop.
Legs in the air.
My husband claps.
I clap.
Her one trick.
She is the only baby who still lives with us.
The perils of being in our sixties.
I’m getting older - this fact I cannot deny
Not quite ready for the scrap heap or to give up life and die
My body isn’t quite the same; my boobies have gone south
But I keep on smiling with gleaming dentures in my mouth
Got a spare tyre round my middle now, I really need berating
Get a bit more exercise - soon the tyre will be deflating
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
I need to remember things I have forgotten since yesterday
I rely on Tena ladies now in case I dribble pee
Sneezing, coughing and laughing can cause a little wee
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
I need to remember things I have forgotten since yesterday
I have three pairs of glasses now as my eyesight is getting poor
I forget where I have put them – then I find them on the floor
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
I need to remember things I have forgotten since yesterday
My hearing is it is going too, I don’t hear what you say
I need to buy a hearing aid but I’m putting off that day
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
I need to remember things I have forgotten since yesterday
My once brown hair is going grey and now I’ve hit the dye
I colour it quite regularly you can guess the reason why
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
I need to remember things I have forgotten since yesterday
My joints creak and ache and they really need a rub
I must buy some more Radox and put it in my bath tub
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
I need to remember things I have forgotten since yesterday
21st March 2014
Submitted to 101 in a row contest #5 sponsored by PD Linda:-)
Written from observation and experience … but I’m not admitting to anything!!!
NB: UK Spelling of TYRE has been used
THE PERILS OF THE WORLD
When the truth is born, lies die.
The perils of world are caste.
To those who desire a greater aspect, the birth of concepts is conceive once again.
The liar will manifest in iniquity.
Counter-clockwise the table turns.
No warning has been given to anyone.
Then again, all know right from wrong.
Transgression will form even when the universe is rightfully shown.
A brick wall without reflection damned as hell.
A man with no principality is the resident.
Of course, he had choices; however, he did not chose well.
He wished upon and now he dwells.
The world is foolish to know that peace is given by the omnipotent.
Therefore, the perils of world are caste once more.
Gist, fools come unto God.
Yes, you were born to be free.
Yet, you have cause your tribulations and trepidations of today.
Repent your sins and refine your religious ways.
Therefore, the miseries of the world will fade away.
When the truth is born, lies die.
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PENNED ON OCTOBER 03, 2014 @ 12:49 A.M. EST!
There once was a granny called Vi,
With dentures, peg leg and glass eye.
Many photos I’d seen,
And expected a teen -
Who says that the camera can’t lie?
'Tis well known that when medicating cats they can become rather crabby,
So, this free advice is provided when feeding pills to the family tabby.
As if holding a baby, cradle the cat in the crook of your left arm.
(Wrapping both arms with towels wouldn't do any harm!)
Putting pressure to the cheeks, open his mouth, jamming the pill down his maw.
(Apply bandages to the gashes on your jaw left by Felix's lethal paw!)
Since he wouldn't swallow the pill, pick up the soggy mess from the floor,
And try to tackle the little rascal as he streaks for the open door!
Next, kneel on the floor with the cat firmly gripped between your thighs.
(Enlisting your spouse's aid to subdue the critter would be very wise!)
Place the pill on the end of a drinking straw and blow it down his pharynx.
(Taking care not to swallow the pill yourself or damage his delicate larynx!)
After using naughty and nasty language that is here best left unsaid,
And coaxing the rowdy patient from beneath the king-sized bed,
Try forcing his clamped jaws open with a handy tablespoon.
(Then, pick up the shattered vases that all about the room are strewn!)
After chasing the scoundrel around the neighborhood on an exciting spree,
The fire department should be called to rescue Felix from the neighbor's tree!
Then, call the local animal control people to pick up the cat from hell!
Later, call the pet store to see if they have gerbils, fish or parakeets to sell!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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I hope you find the one in your dreams
But on-line romance may not be all it seems
Let me tell you the tale of Sue
And I hope it is a lesson for you
For many months she contacted this guy
He was tall and handsome and sure caught her eye
They decided to meet for a real live date
Sue was so excited she really couldn’t wait
They had such a fun time, her heart was on fire
This amazing man had fueled her desire
They started to meet really regularly
He even went to her mother’s for tea
Flowers and candlelight dinners were his thing
Soon he got her an engagement ring
She was blinded by his devotion
And wedding plans were quickly put in motion
Things were moving all too fast
Her friends were worried about his past
Then he started to turn quite jealous
Didn’t like her talking to other fellas
He started to follow her everywhere she’d go
He turned from boyfriend into her foe
If she didn’t answer his mobile call
He’d go crazy and his fists would fall
But she was blinkered by his attention
His violent past he failed to mention
One day his anger turned to a violent rage
He was like a wild animal trapped in a cage
His fists flew like bullets from a gun
A human punch bag she’d become
For many weeks in hospital she did lay
I can picture her battered face to this very day
This monster is now back in prison
His actions they can never be forgiven
Things are not always as they seem
So be wary of the person behind the computer screen
All I ask my friends is that you are aware
Remember ‘Sue’s Story’ and please take care
Some of this poem is fiction sadly some of it is fact
Jan Allison
9th May 2014
spring bursts into life
nesting birds chirp and twitter
guard their eggs like pearls
hatched, chicks feed while prey watches
weak chick falls, snatched, strong survive
Written on 3/26/2015
Tanka
Emptying your heart of all emotions
makes you impervious to sudden storms.
And hiding behind your protective walls
shelters you from experiencing norms.
But betrayal cuts with a rusty edge;
dulling your appetite to chase rainbows.
And you trade a kaleidoscope of hopes;
for depression's achromatic shadows.
The truth invariably outlasts lies:
indomitable, as the sands of time.
And pools of bitter tears slowly gather,
as sadness fuels anxiety's climb.
Abandoned dreams get set adrift in time,
losing sight of their initial heading.
And it is scary, when you're all alone:
trying to stop the panic from spreading.
The perils of love devastate your heart:
while you cry on the shoulder of a friend.
Yet, you derive solace in the knowledge
that sometimes, relationships simply end.
I wrote this, because of an incident that happened to me yesterday. I went into a men's room at a store. The design was deceiving, a hand sink was place between the partitions in line with the urinals, I confess, I didn't wash my hands
The Perils Of Porcelain by JT Curtis Feb 17 2015
McGee had a few to many
And stood up to go to the loo
As Finn chugged his drink
Then said "Yes, I tink
dat I gonna 'ave to go too"
Now, McGee looked a bit unsteady
Finn said "Kin you walk on your own"
"Finn, It may take a while
To get down the isle
Bot, I've been doing it
for YEARS on me own"
Well they entered the gents together
And each of them chose their own stall
But after a while McGee with a smile
Said "I tink dis urinal's a bit tall"
So Finn glanced around the partition
And gave McGee a quick wink
"I know you have done dis forever
but I hope it's not been in dat sink"
Sleeping in a tent at night
Zippered in cosy and warm
You and me then bugs take flight
In a cloud they swarm
They hover round choose their prey
Your perfume means they bite me
In my sleeping bag I lay
then off to Dawn (P)
Allan Williams for Bite Me contest (as I am new I went for some else new Dawn Pulido)
9~4~2012
Dedicated to Caregivers who endure lovingly the perils of dementia's grip on loved ones.
Dementia's Peril
Oh tongue of spiked nails, be still, be still!
Bite not off the loving hands that tend you!
Unfair thoughts revolve through the mind
Silently taking it all, never voicing unkind
Declarations from soothing voices should swim
In tempestuous dementia’s waters of bewilderment
Where uncertainty ensnares reasoning’s ability
And constraints of life cascades into the abyss
By: Debra Squyres 1-26-12
He walked, he danced
His shadow played the deck
She talked him to his wallet
And out of his pants
Like whiskey
Her lips, liquored up his thoughts
With a lisp
She whispered finally found
Portland had a mime
No one seemed to understand
Care to doubt or bother to mind
That Portland had a mime
Yes Portland had a mime
Her art was a distinguished lust
He was a character in this film of love
His mother taught and warned of such
His father smirked and enjoyed it much
Portland had a mime
No one seemed to understand
Care to doubt or bother to mind
That Portland had a mime
Yes Portland had a mime
Jessalyn
was Portland’s finest mime
She acted, frowned and smiled
Called it life once or twice
Charlie was a boy
young and full of awe
She kissed his hands
He dug his grave
Charlie died a man
The Perils of Slim
Slim works a drilling rig by day,
And drinks Lone Star at night.
He'd tried to rodeo before,
But nothin' came out right.
He'd cowboy'd in the Panhandle,
And by the Rio Grande.
He'd farmed a little cotton plot,
Got covered up with sand.
Tried his hand once as hunting guide,
But never killed a thing.
He joined a country-western band,
And found he couldn't sing.
And then one night in Abilene
His destiny came clear.
He found he was a ladies' man,
He'd just come in for beer.
He met a gal he knew was rich,
She had the Midas touch.
She thought he was the one for her,
He thought about how much.
He let her keep him for awhile,
Then one thing led to two.
Slim had a string of wealthy gals,
He'd nothin' else to do.
He did right well for sev'ral years,
And then one Springtime day.
He met a gal named Betty Sue,
Who's married as they say.
Her husband came a ridin' hard,
Because he loved her so.
He caught them in the hotel room,
And shot Slim in the toe.
Slim learned his lesson well that day,
But he still limps a mite.
He works a drilling rig by day,
And drinks Lone Star at night..