Best Posers Poems
They hung around the beer joint with the finest Western wear
with thumbs tucked in their belt loops and such a studly air.
But those boots weren't made for stirrups and were polished to a sheen,
and on those fancy cowboy hats not a sweat stain could be seen.
You could be sure they hadn't spent much time around a branding pot,
for the only brands they recognized were ones on stuff they bought.
And if they ever passed the time just musing 'bout their spread,
it'd be the one around their middle or the one they put on bread.
Just a bunch of cowboy wannabes in a modern masquerade,
but they drove the biggest pickup trucks that Detroit ever made.
The beds were big and beautiful without a scratch or scuff inside,
'cause the only thing they hauled around was a horse's big backside.
As they stood around outside the joint, in a smart-ass state of mind,
in pulled an ancient pickup with an old horse trailer hitched behind.
The truck an old green Chevy, year 'bout nineteen fifty-nine,
with two high wooden sideboards stacked with hay bales bound with twine.
Out stepped a skinny hombre, with steel-blue eyes and bandy legs,
but he had a rippling six-pack while all the boozers sported kegs.
His cowboy hat was sweat-stained; high-heeled boots were dusty gray;
he kicked off a chunk of cow pie, then he grabbed a bale of hay.
He was mighty parched and dusty, but he wouldn't quench his thirst
'cause you're not an honest cowboy unless you water horses first.
The pack of fools gave out a hoot, yelled "Hey there, Texas Pete!
Get yourself a man-sized truck and take that geezer off the street!"
As he finished with the horses, up walked two ladies smokin' hot.
The cowboy promptly doffed his hat, while the posers there did not.
The cowboy got a long admiring look and the rounders just a sneer,
as the sham was so apparent when a real cowboy was near
They flashed the dusty cowboy a big ol' smile 'bout ten miles wide...
Said "Honey, would a gent like you care to escort us gals inside?"
He winked, then gave the trucks a look and spat a stream of juice.
Said, "Boys, y'all's might be bigger, but mine gets a sight more use."
Categories:
posers, humorous, old, time, ,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
Modeled by the skilled and clumsy hands
of artists and artisans into an ideal state of she-ness,
a penniless waif appears on a stool
last week a stranger called her Mona Lisa.
Statuesque upon the betrayer
warmed by the lemon-lolly light from
bays of north facing windows, blinded;
she can but blink.
Surrounded by a
cog-notched cyclical wheel of nubile artists—
blooming buds of wildness, vertical sprigs
flail softly on the breezy bounty of
illumination.
Brush and trowel, thick and thin,
the artists stoke her—semblance
canvased by millennium brush biters
maudlin Mary is returned to the pre-historic stew
by the likes of Claude
polished to a pearly perfection
by type A, Hieronymus’.
They were all strangers to her posers,
every bit as much as she.
Royal pretenders in a world
where only the artless
are paid.
Moneylenders rise on their discarded carapaces
beauty sucked dry by the doers and shakers
who spread like choking bittersweet through
the lollypop-light from the bay windows facing north
consuming Mona.
Julie ford Oliver - Famous Models
Ekphrasis
First Appeared in Illumen Magazine Fall of 2014
Categories:
posers, allusion, symbolism, woman,
Form:
Ekphrasis
We had no hand in this rape of nature
Yet we will bear its full weight and measure
Can climate be sentenced to certain doom
Is there time to resolve its gruesome gloom
Don't dare ask us to deny climate change
We've dug a hole that we can't get out of
At the "climate mercy" from high above
Self-interest trumps the collective good
Tell the top players to do now what they should
Don't dare ask us to think or act short-term
Our little spades try digging us all out
As designer-suit dudes plow dirt round about
We dutifully sift through our own trash
So we make these moguls even more cash
Don't dare ask us to bow to huge profits
Those prominent peers, posers, pols and priests
They had their fair say and done their least
Fighting useless battles over oil sites
While we differ on clear-cut human rights
Don't dare ask us to reject world order
Elites hold the power and that is true
Puny results from what we folks can do
As much as we'd like to see it all stop
To fix this we must begin at the top
Don't dare ask us to back broken brokers
Seeing in stores all that shiny plastic
Vast plastic globs float in the Pacific
We drive plastic cars that are half the weight
With which green fuel is still under debate
Don't dare ask us to save our frail planet
Each ecosystem is interconnected
Rising like tides that are all effected
Now fires and storms rage behind a curtain
Weather is volatile and uncertain
Don't dare ask us to endanger species
Air, lands, waters hope for a better day
Some of earth's environs have lost their way
Without half our insects we must move on
The planet's trees are forever half gone
Don't dare ask us to fix this mega mess
Couplet 40 Lines 337 Words
Categories:
posers, change, earth, environment, nature,
Form:
Couplet
Such a wonderful city of angels
Full of dreamers and schemers
Cowards.
Posers.
You poisoned me with sweet love
Then poisoned me with anger.
A lion with an impatient roar
Slowly eating me alive.
Ever so cleverly.
I never saw it coming.
I've been devoured and feel invisible.
I look in the mirror at a stranger now.
The Gods have allowed me gentle protection
The Angels hover over me, shadows on my wall.
Safe, yet damaged and scared.
Shock.
Unhappy, bitter and vengeful.
Emotions that exploded all at once
A bomb ticking away. you ignited it and detonated me.
I love you but don't know what to do.
Categories:
posers, lost loveme, me, ,
Form:
Free verse
Staring in from the outside
I was always looking through opaque windows
At posers and name droppers
I thought perhaps that they were superficial
A façade of face
With no substance
But I found them everywhere
How could such a conspiracy go unnoticed?
Was I the only one on the outside?
Surely there were other losers like me
Lonely, unsure, yet with common sense
I know that there is not always safety in numbers
Sometime you have to be alone and become one
With yourself
Ego
Perhaps
Self-preservation you bet
Yes I am an island
And yes Hemingway was wrong
I think a man can and must become and island to himself
There is but one truth in this world and it is that we all must die
Do we go to heaven? Do we go hell?
Are we reincarnated? Do we live the same life over and over?
I don’t know any of the answers to these questions: however,
I do know that I would rather be alone
Than with a crowd of people.
Categories:
posers, loneliness,
Form:
Blank verse
Down around ankles were his trousers
as he caressed her he said wowzers
finding there no lady
it was all so shady
as he always seemed to pick posers
written 05/22/2014
contest Bawdy, Bawdy Bawdy Miss Clawdy
Categories:
posers, funny love, gender,
Form:
Limerick
God Is
God is not confused
God is not amused
God is not impressed
God does not watch commercials
God is not the target demographic
God does not buy name brand clothes or slave labor labels
God is not stylish
God is not popular
spoken of often but
God is not popular
God
Currently has multiple copyright infringement and slander cases in litigation
‘cause people keep on placing his name in the middle of nonsense
God is often imitated and killed daily
God finds your insanity boring
God laughs at what you think you know
God know you don’t know her
God ignores posers
Your ego slashed God’s tires
God is all dressed up with nowhere to go
God is the greatest dancer you’ve never seen
God is a beautiful wallflower
Waiting on your call
Dios no hablo ingles
God is against comprehensive immigration reform
God is also against borders
and inequitable sociopolitical and socioeconomic policies
God is not capitalistic
God is not patriotic
God is not contemporary
God is not cosmopolitan
God is a Sunda(zed) effigy
the Author rendered understudy by impostors
Perfection red lined and compartmentalized
Prepackaged for your comfort and their control
God is not a GMO
God is not a seedless watermelon
or a perfectly yellow and uniform bunch of bananas
God is not a Li-ger
God is not a Kentucky Fried Chicken wing
God is not at Chick Fil-A or Church’s chicken either
God is not a contradiction or a fictional promise
God is waiting at the end of our grey wavering
God is not one of us
God is the true and living absolute
God is love unequivocal
the binary promise
the timeless omni-dimensional logic appearing illogical to the finite senses
God is exact and infinite
the mystery in which there is no intrigue
the balance in deed rendering speech meaningless
God is beyond question or renegotiation
God never whatever
God ever forever
The bearer of the standard that I strive to stand upon
The principle to which I wish to nearer draw
The here to there
The this to that
The then now and ever in an instant
The all in all in which it all makes sense
the destination
the road itself
and the motivation to keep on walking
Categories:
posers, black african american, blessing,
Form:
Free verse
“Just because I’m fat”.
Just because I’m fat…
Doesn’t mean you are all that,
Or that I’ll do aerobics on a mat,
Hey, some fat people are cool, ya heard,
Like Big Boy, Edwin Frank Hoff, the third!
Just because I’m fat…
Doesn’t mean I want to get skinny,
It’s like my home dog Pooh bear, who’s name is Winnie,
I know one day, I can get there – I can,
And then all the chicks will praise the FAT man!
Just because I’m fat…
Doesn’t mean y’all can hate,
Because for some, fat is their fate,
All you posers, just remember one thing,
It’s never over ‘til the fat people sing!
Just because I’m fat… there’s nothing wrong with that!
Categories:
posers, funny, health, inspirational, people,
Form:
Light Verse
Have we opened up Pandora's
box
That we can't now seem to
close
Secrets don't stay on the block
The price of progress I suppose
We have become a world of
voyeurs
Engrossed in other peoples
dreams
Debutantes celebutaunts
posers
Athletes, actors and queens.
Enemies, frenemies bffs
Who crave the madding crowd
Who appear to live with no
regrets
Except no negative vibes
allowed.
Categories:
posers, celebrity
Form:
Couplet
Liberty's free with her smiles
as she sashays down the aisles
Lord knows she must walk miles
specially on the slow days.
She’s so easy on the eyes
midst these posers and their lies
always takes me by surprise
to find she's still here.
Just a butterfly in the wind
never quite sure where she's been
can't go back and start again
though she'd sometimes like to.
Like that Monarch soaring high
someday she’ll touch the sky
l just shake my head and sigh
and have another beer.
Back home, she's had a row
with her new for always beau
too fast or else too slow
both leave her lonely.
Till another comes around
to her dazzling smile bound
but his feet stay on the ground
and she flies solo.
Just a butterfly in the wind
never quite sure where she's been
can't go back and start again
though she'd sometimes like to.
Like that Monarch soaring high
someday she’ll touch the sky
l just shake my head and sigh
and have another beer.
She asks if I like her dress
and I always answer yes
but like most here I guess
I'd rather see her naked.
Even when she dances close
there's distance like a ghost
we raise glasses high and toast
another time and year.
Just a butterfly in the wind
never quite sure where she's been
can't go back and start again
though she'd sometimes like to.
Like that Monarch soaring high
someday she’ll touch the sky
l just shake my head and sigh
and have another beer.
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An older poem from another time. As much a C&W song as a poem - I hear steel guitar and ........
Categories:
posers, song,
Form:
Rhyme
It's a fragrance, taste and sound
A cluster of childhood memories
The place where lost is found
And all these senses hit me
There will be many posers
I guarantee you will encounter
But long before it's over
The truth, you will discover
They say you can't go back
Technically you can and will
But in many ways, it's fact
Regarding how you feel
You call another by it's name
Come and go as you please
You must expect some things to change
When you make the choice to leave
Categories:
posers, feelings, growing up, home,
Form:
Rhyme
Under the moon light we gathered;
Giving listening ears to grandpa’s trembling lips,
As serene dusk and silence embraced
Once upon a time onsets his tip.
There was the first garden of untold beauty;
A gift to the first man with overwhelming privilege,
In which the first sin stunk humanity;
Engendering the first punishment as a badge.
Did the creator miss the creature?
Where else could they go in this plight?
These posers came like rapture,
While grandpa laughed to our naïve insight.
Still, he continued with an annunciation,
One Gabriel, one Mary in Nazareth;
Actors of act 1 scene 1 of salvation,
Here, faith steps on Everest zenith.
Nine months passed to zamani’s womb,
And the expected saviour came,
Gold frankincense and myrrh exchanged tomb
To seal Christmas fame.
Categories:
posers, africa, allegory, birthday, children,
Form:
Narrative
I rhyme for delight not bragging rights
don't be mad you don't match my light
claim the best I suggest practice
light yourself on fire like a book of matches
not many can match this, words so attractive
mind so active, holiest of passage
perfection poignant, I push prowess
posers prove positions powerless
outstanding outside your little boxes
squares far from fair, comparing
Wolves to foxes
only this is no contest, i just contest
how far fetched people are out of touch
from their own conscience, how grotesque
I have more to learn, opportunities now
display my heart, impunity foul
expect responses when others fall short
who can only try their least to retort
jealousy, anger, but they deny its true
If I were you, working on me is what I'd do
but thanks enough, my thought will stretch
To test claims above the rest until my death
poems for battle, love, or common sense
problem is I am sure it's as far as it gets
so stay deep like puddles, or thimbles
life can get complicated, why not keep it simple?
cheesey like pizza, or green bay's symbol
amounts of effort put in couldn't fill dimples
as long as you feel good about whats been said
be amazing as you want, all in your head
Categories:
posers, hip hop, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Beyond The Breakers
Out beyond the breakers
Far from all the takers
Who shattered all my dreams from coming true
The posers and fakers
The beaters and shakers
Who paralleled the shore with the Big Blue
I got through to the other side
I kept sailing every tide
Just in time to hoist up the moonrakers
And catch the wind, while heaving to
Out on the vast and azure blue...
Searching my true North...beyond the breakers.
2.3.2017©deborah burch
Rhyme
Categories:
posers, allegory, metaphor, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
If you know how to die you know how to live.
Listen to Bryant
In the basement by the light bulb.
Live and Let Die
Let Me Die First.
(Release some air for the breathless)
Die with a whole heart, unbroken, unfixed
Die without orgasms
Die at 47--Depression
Die at ten and seven--Fell off the earth
Listen to O'Neill
I know this guy, I know his circles
I've inherited his gift/curse of
Seeing the insides of people through their pupils
Blue, Hazel, Brown, Black, they're all the same
They hate their lives but they don't show it
They sob sitting on the cold steel toilet
No periods, no commas, to hell with punctuation
There's no poetry, no fiction, no prose
Stop writing
Stop drinking your coffee and
Typing on your laptops
Stop your romanticizing
Nobody cares
The best have already been
You're only copycats and imitators and posers
Amateurs
The great ones dig deeper in the ground
Away from you
Read and don't write
Or
Do some math problems
"Everybody needs math nowadays"
Become a
Doctor or a
Stock broker
Or
Go turn to dust at your cubicle
Do some slothful American job
Communication Nation
Industrialization
Mechanization
Machines run the nation
People watch the machines
And wet themselves
And soil themselves
And ejaculate
Listen to Bob Dylan
Was this good enough for you
Poetry Soup, poetry.com, winningwriters.com?
Did it make the minimum amount of sense?
Was it modern enough for you?
You're just like the rest of the jungle
"Phonies"
"Conformists"
Praise be to Jean Marie Marchese,
And Tony Bush, and Deborah
Simpson and...Gods of the poetic universe
If only I were a Premier Member
Categories:
posers, angst, confusion, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse