Best Pins Poems
Four kegs, they’d left on the rye field’s bare crest
gone were the skittles and the balls of wood.
Four kegs empty of magical brew, strewn
upon the hill’s breasts, where gnomes had stood.
They’d left long ago, twenty years today.
Here’d been a mountain, where now a farm stood.
They had left their tipple as each strike thundered
to lambaste lightning from stacked firewood.
On the rye field’s bare crest now shrouded in snow
beneath a Wedgwood sky, stood kegs of wood.
On the rye field’s bare crest each keg turned stone
marking the bones where rebels once stood.
Gone ‘till tonight, the gnomes and jack tars
until the moon’s magic topped the keg’s wood.
Gone till tonight were the hard balls and pegs
this night spirits would dance where we now stood.
Published 2017 by Illumen
Another song written in middle school - edited of course. ;)
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[Verse 1]
I'm trapped within these walls
Never to leave at all
I am the prisoner inside my own home
My spirit is broken
I do not believe
I'm locked in this chamber which I cannot leave
[Chorus]
The needles that break the skin
The anger that runs within
I’m giving it all away
Just to stay alive
The needles that pierce my veins
It will never be the same
We’re on pins and needles now
It’s how we survive
[Verse 2]
They say he’ll find me soon
Got to get out of this room
The blood will spill and he’ll take what he wants to
I’ll never let him through
GET OUT OF MY DREAM
He whispers in darkness, “I’m not who I seem…”
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
The four walls around me
They start to close in
I know I’m too late now
I know I can’t win
So just tell me I’m crazy
It’s all in my head
You’re not the killer
And I am not dead
[Chorus]
[Breakthrough]
Don’t tell me it’s impossible
To start it all over again
Infection sinks through your pale skin
You’ll curse the day that I’m dead
[Chorus]
"Nine Inch Nails, Ten Pins and the Purl Stitch"
She takes the cake
they offer, chewing too rapidly,
she Shrews when she speaks
I’ll beat warpath drums, she says,
no mistake
I’m a groper ... goody two shoes
she says
mouth wide open
songs problematic
she's done and she's gone
a stitch loose in the weave
drop one pearl one
dropped
gone
for kissing small bait in the shallows
she circles her quarry
bites their backs
she sits astride
the legs of a hot gripping story
sits like a monkey
begging for peanuts
she spits in comments
I'm thoroughly congruent
in moments of questionable torrent
I am all here
dear boy
dear girl
knit one
drop one pearl hooray
I am all here, here hearing
all seeing, all knowing
I throw it back
and I’ll give you
the crux of the crutch
all knowing
make no mistake.
my good god
I don’t care
I don’t care
do we care?
I don’t care.
truly I eat their sour pears,
place more wax in my ears
she throws pearls
decorously adorning
the minds of sows’ rears
left wing molting
a mouth full of feathers
right wing feeding them
she’s all knowing
bling bling bling bling
bling bling
bowling ball glowing
Ten pins
preparing minds
sharp needles
and yarns
Purl Stitch
knit one,
drop one
knit one
drop one
win
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Ram” – Paul, Linda Mcartney
https://youtu.be/dQwdanGKILI
We're so sorry, uncle Albert
But we haven't done a bloody thing all day
We're so sorry, uncle Albert
But the kettle's on the boil
And we're so easily called away
Hands across the water, water
Heads across the sky
Hands across the water, water
Heads across the sky
"Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger."
"There's small choice in wrotten apples".
"If I be waspish, best beware my sting.”
Let's take these pins and needles
That we're always sitting on
And sew up this relationship
Before it goes completely wrong
Piecing it all together
These used lives, tattered and torn
We'll make a quilt from wanting hearts
Into something beautiful
Life throws a curve
It's overdue
A thumb is clearly
Under screw
The wall so cold
Against my back
Lightening strike
Now charred and black
"Nine lives all spent"
Purrs leaping cat
Nowhere left
To hang my hat
A parachute
With twisted lines
An absent ear
For bell that chimes
Cruel Critique
When poem rhymes
Once friendly chat
Now voiceless mimes
A sense of lostness
Overwhelms
Now love resides
In separate realms
CV
02.12.23
Safety in pins
Her mother bestows her with a pillow
Blooming roses in azure and red
embellished with silken threads
Edged with a
A crystalline river
Making Anuket shiver
"Just stick a pin in it
whenever you worry!"
she says casually.
A worry pillow!
In a cheerful facade
How contradictory
Rose Thinks
Still better than
Biting her tongue.
She sticks the first pin IN IT.
The first flaw on the pillow's
Beautiful Facade.
She pricks the pillow
with a black safety pin
When she dreams of
Fire eating dragons
She sticks another
when her milk tooth becomes wobbly
And another dent on the lovely facade
of the pillow
She sticks another
in a bold colour
when kissing a boy
She sticks an orange
one in securing
her first job.
Attached to a signed contract
She sticks an organza one
at her wedding day attached to
a butterfly confetti.
At her baby girl's birth
She sticks a pink one
attached to a ribbon
The faded worry pillow
becomes her life story
Every safety pin a dot
for the map of her life.
Safety in pins
Her mother bestows her with a pillow
Blooming roses in azure and red
embellished with silken threads
Edged with a
A crystalline river
Making Anuket shiver
"Just stick a pin in it
whenever you worry!"
she says casually.
A worry pillow!
In a cheerful facade
How contradictory
Rose Thinks
Still better than
Biting her tongue.
She sticks the first pin in it.
The first flaw on the pillow's
Beautiful Facade.
She pricks the pillow
with a black safety pin
When she dreams of
Fire eating dragons
She sticks another
when her milk tooth becomes wobbly
And another dent on lovely facade
of the pillow
She sticks another
in a bold colour
when kissing a boy
She sticks an orange
one in securing
her first job.
Attached to a signed contract
She sticks an organza one
at her wedding day attached to
a butterfly confetti.
At her baby girl's birth
She sticks a pink one
attached to a ribbon
The faded worry pillow
becomes her life story
Every safety pin a dot
for the map of her life.
I can’t survive without the rush of an impulsive swallow or an impersonal touch.
I’m fueled by the adrenaline I get solely through sex and drugs, driving while high and chasing danger.
Piercing my skin with needles and pins,
willing to feel the worst to feel anything
pins and needles sewn across the bed in threads of yellow-brown and rosy, red stitched across my sheets and embroidered to my bed and pillow eye to eye with pins and needles a prickly pair pinned to my bed and pillow
African youth on the
Pins and needles,
Pains...huh!
So painful ...Yooh!.
African youth shout
Shout loudly... Eh!
Crying in exposing the power hunger,
Which is called selfishness in tongue
Of genial.
Some people out there are hungry for powers,
Some politicians out there want to die on the
Golden soffers,
Reason why we can witness how some sons,
Daughters and Grandchildren bleeding terrible,
African young lions could be
Roaring loudly by now,
African youth could be holding the stick of
Command by now,
It is time to unite and stand,
Standing claiming our rights peacefully,
Crippling due to our division and selves
Concurrence as the African youth,
Remember,we are from different African
Counties but the real brothers and sisters in
Our youth journey to uplift the
African continent.
Some very old leaders who could be at
Home with their great grandchildren,
They continue to destroy the African
Key positions.
Brilliant African youth is so sabotaging,
For some secret agenders which
We must find out as quick as possible.
Majority of seniors are very riches
And continue to destroy the little that left.
Some selfish leaders sign
Contracts of 30 years,
Divide all the finances,
Forgeting that they will go to rest soon
And leave the heavy luggages
On the heads of their juniors.
Reality of the very old lions
Which don't have teeth to bite,
Nails to cupture
But they still remaining on the thrones
And end up being mocked by some hyenas
Because many of them are captured.
Try your juniors and wait for the good results
Before you go to rest soon.
March 10/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
Beneath the bowling-alley
bar marquee
the rain tonight
hammers off
the concrete.
Inside, beer flops
bottle into glass.
Beyond the bar,
bright lights
reveal a Bowler’s day:
fluorescent shirts
red, yellow, green,
and everywhere
a roar so loud
one can barely hear
the genocide of pins
slain by balls
a lifetime now in transit.
Donal Mahoney
Time to quit ribbons, pins, and rubber bands
I don't need them to take a stand
The bracelets cut blood flow to my hands
And the pins just hurt my nipples
Red, Blue, Green, white, Pink, Yellow, black
Show just what causes that I back
The rubber bands, just hurt me jack
And the pins....they hurt my nipples
Donations work and show my support
But, damn those pins, they really hurt
I'll take the makers all to court
Their pins...they hurt my nipples
Most people don't know what they mean
Be it white, or blue or black or green
Wear them all on one side, and you will lean
and those pins..just hurt my nipples
I leave the ribbons home instead
And the bracelets stay beside my bed
The pins go on my hats instead
They done ripped apart my nipples
It's not thanksgiving, but I get a turkey.
That's what comes when there's three strikes for me.
My average is up close to two hundred by now.
I had to get a lot of strikes somehow.
One day, I shall be the recipient of some fame.
A score of three hundred means I have a perfect game.
Inspired by another member's poem.
you grim
there'r strong wind
your hair toss turn
to kept it stern
its very long and thin
you uses
HAIR PIN
Two pins in act,
One pin to attack,
One pin to protect!