Best Pre Poems
WHAT IF Written Pre-Pandemic
What if a rigid thinking, extremist group
Decided to do something about Planet Earth’s
Over-population,
I mean let’s just think about this, fantasy
Of course, Just a vivid imagination!
What if they wanted to eradicate and eliminate
At least fifty per cent of humans’ world wide
And the ‘HOW” would leave nowhere to hide.
The secret would purposefully be let to leak,
So that chaos would reign, terror would spread,
People would freak!
Traversing from one side of the globe
To the other, Armies and Air force alerted,
Governments, Presidents and Prime Ministers,
Appeasing and trying to calm hysteria,
A killer cerebral virus, a very aggressive malaria,
To be released the news headlines said,
Within days millions will be dying or dead!
What if fifty per cent of the rest of world
Were told would be allowed to live,
People then going into frenzy,
Who was to stay alive and who was to die?
What if this extremist group succeeded
And brought this horror to fruition,
What a demon like, despicable ambition
What if?
Think of the film Inferno
That virus was caught just in time,
And so the hero prevented an
Inhumane crime!
A tempest rages deep within
A storm brews in my soul
Outside conflict seeping in
And stirring in my bowl
So many things that I expect
And never seem to gain
I try to stand back and reflect
But I'm clouded by the pain
A simple task that I request
Be done when I get home
Is crumpled up and trampled on
Then tossed before my throne
To me it's like a mockery
I'm talking to the wall
Why is it so hard to do
The things I ask you all
An hour a day is all you need
To get these things in line
An hour a day then you can play
And everything is fine
Cold and tired, I come home late
And not a thing has moved
No-one raised a finger here
To see if I'd approve
Why is it so much to ask
For help along the way
I know that all inside this house
Can hear the words I say
When e're I leave before the dawn
To toil in the sun
I hope that this might be the day
When all the chores are done
Maybe just an hour more
Is all the time they need
I give it then I come back home
To find they paid no heed
A tempest rages deep within
The confines of my soul
Thank God I have the poetry
To keep me in control
Rockman
Even though those days have passed, I still find that writing is the best way to vent
feelings.
I bought a new pillow
But you may behold,
In back of my closet,
Where I hid the old.
My chair pads were faded;
I purchased a set.
Did I ditch the first ones?
I haven't quite yet.
My glasses, old-fashioned,
Looked blah on my face.
My new ones sit next to
The old model's case.
Replacements look spiffy,
But part of the deal
Is chucking the old stuff
That's lost its appeal.
If I beat my spouse
To the Grim Reaper's door,
Tossing my pre-replacements
Will be his first chore.
The chicken soup and matzoh balls
Are ready for the pot.
The hard-boiled eggs are in the fridge.
(We never eat them hot.)
The items for the Seder plate
All wait for their debut,
With my homemade charoses.
(Google if you have no clue.)
The chicken cutlets, farfel-topped
And stuffing made from same
Will share the table with some veggies,
Sautéed to acclaim.
Of course, there’ll be gefilte fish
With horseradish (so hot!)
And grape juice or sweet Kosher wine,
Which really hits the spot.
With home-baked brownies and
Some cookies vying for dessert
Along with lotsa matzoh,
There’s an “Oy, I’m stuffed!” alert.
But all the food is not, to me,
The most important part -
It’s sharing these traditions with
Those closest to my heart.
PRE-LIT TREES
Pre-lit Christmas trees are great
As long as all of the lights burn
But when the lights begin to go
There's a lesson to be learned
Though you admired your pre-lit tree
So beautifully all decked out
When the lights go out, the glow is gone
And your wife begins to pout
So off to Wal-Mart for replacements
Which you must carefully thread
Among the ornaments and pre-lit strands
Where all the lights are dead
After the holidays have passed
The tree now must come down
Minus all the pre-lit bulbs
Once all the connections are found
You finally get them off the tree
In a tangled mass on the floor
Dare you try to test them
To see if they'll burn any more
You decide the trash bin is better
And my advice to you would be
Save yourself some trouble
Don't buy a pre-lit tree
Curtis Moorman
6 January 2012
Peter Pumpkin petted pink panthers' paws
Plastering purple push pins on pissed poetess
Producing panic in preheated porridge pot...
***Entry for Gwendolen’s "Big Kid Tongue Twister” contest***
(My friends still display a twisted and frozen smile... LOL!!! so the pie's for me)
He
platonic as can be
only love
in his mind
enters passion's
room, unknowing of the
lust
contained in whom
was tempted by the door
as shoulders stroke
lightly
She
restrained by civility
now freed by passion
has indecent thoughts
gushing, body parts
flaring, her wet
tongue pouring
she stalks towards him
on a prowl for her meal
skin dragged by
desire
pulling her
inch by inch
He
gradually feels
tender hands
seductively slithering
from his back
by his arm
then his chest
to his abs
and his waist
he moans
in sheer pleasure
enticed
he turns to her
weak and limp
yet firmly erect
She
inhales his violent kiss
melts from
searching fingers seeking
sex
heart beating out
of her breast
pants desperately for
air
never so eager is she
to be violated
head to toe
He and she
remove frantically their
sinful clothes
distressed as
milliseconds go by
untouched
uncared
unspoiled
genitals await fulfillment
of purpose
passion
grows more intense
and
at last
They
Older and more mature
Learning from mistakes
Age 3 was a year
Of utter experience
Dancing and singing
Like nobody was watching
Never silenced
By the dark night
Even if the words
Were unknown
More words went in their place
Never ending the tunes
Energy was crazy
Moving at high speeds
Never stopping to sit and stay
Swinging from everything in her path
But nonetheless
She began to understand
What this thing called life was
And she loved it
TV was now available
Commercials revealed
Worlds that she never knew existed
Were being handed to her
On a silver screen
She still wanted to learn
Despite all of the privileges
She had a hunger to learn
That couldn’t seem to be filled
Pre K began
She was dazed and confused
This wasn’t what she expected
But she went along with it
Not many memories
But enough to last her many years
Some good
Some bad
But all were hers
And she knew it
Percy's pickle pointed west
Larry's pointed down
Little Mary looked perplexed
Percy grinned and clowned.
Mary's small feet kept abreast
Larry looked around
'Till a tree limb snagged her dress
making Mary frown.
I came back from a cold windy walk
Off with my mittens and hat
And coat and boots
On with the tea kettle
I opened the box
“Lipton - 100% Real Tea Leaves
Serve Hot or Iced”
Oooo not ‘iced’
I don’t even want to think about that!
“72 Tea Bags
Decaffeinated with Pure Spring Water and Effervescence”
Effervescence? What is that? Fizz?
I do not want fizzy hot tea
Just plain hot tea, if you please
“Net Wt 4.7 oz (133 g).. “ OK
I opened the lid to put the individually
Bagged teas…
To put the bags in the glass jar
On the shelf
I opened the box and smelled the gentle green
And happily removed the cardboard separators
-the bags are placed in rows
With two little ‘walls’ between
Which I use for book marks
Fresh green-smelling book marks
And I noticed more writing on the underside of the lid:’
“Why is there a frog on my tea box?”
Beside a picture of a frog
I closed the lid
Sure enough, there is the same picture;
Only smaller; so I didn’t notice it
The little green frog is framed by the words
“Rainforest Alliance…Certified”
Nice to know the frog is a certified frog
The lid goes on to explain that the Lipton
Tea has been grown on “Rainforest Alliance Certified ™
Tea farms…to Protect the Environment, Improve Quality of Life; and Improve Worker Welfare…for more information…please visit liptonforthefuture.com or reainforest-alliance.org”
Wow! What an answer!
The first things that came to my mind
With the question
(In case you forgot, “Why is there a frog on my tea box?”)
Were:
1. An elephant wouldn’t fit
2. The gecko is taken (see Geico car insurance ads)
3. Cats don’t drink tea – although they occasionally sniff mine
4. Fish are too wet… well, come to think of it, frogs live at least part-time in water… scratch that… except that I don’t care for fish, and I’d probably return tea with fish on the box
5. Why not?
It is a charming question
It is a cute frog
And the tea is good; especially when drunk to accompany
A hot buttered biscuit with cinnamon on top
I sit back in my grandfather’s old chair
With a book and a cat on my lap
And drift off to sleep
“Why is there a frog on my tea box?”
I think that’s silly
The more important question would be
“Why is there a frog in my Christmas tree?”
But that’s another story
Mirror in the Sky
Clouded Hills and Mossy Rocks
'Still' Shadows in lake
Charma
Not participating in the contest,yet tnks Raul!,Your 'Awaiting dawn photo',an
inspiration)
Pollen green 3 inches
Of allergen confection, powders outdoor landmarks.
A few ticks past dawn,
New birds, preflight,
Tune up their chirping chords,
Like nature's philharmonic, knowing the neighborhood
Is soon to enter their amphitheater, in, from their rooms of sleep.
Little lizards scurry, large clouds puff up and move through,
Steel blue, morning skies.
Sunshine coats deer and fox,
Chipmunk and squirrel,
And lovely life grooves
In time with God
five,four,three,two,one
coming...ready ..or..not
Pre Easter Prayer 2015
In the name of Jesus Christ who is our Lord and Savior,
I start by closing my eyes,
And sending my spirit in the heaven closer to our God,
I speak a holly tongue,
I open the entire heaven and let the holly wind blow to whole earth,
And let the fire of the Holly Spirit to clean every dark in this world,
The sword of fire to cut the connection of the space and of earth,
I confirm the arrest of Lucifer,
Whose hands is cuffed by hot wires,
I speak to everything of this earth to listen to the word,
I tie the hearts and the mouth of the darkness,
I sprinkle the word Jesus to all their spells to confuse them,
And number 7 in all their numbers to dilute them
I tie all their hands and legs by hot rods,
Their mouth by hot glue,
I save every soul which was meant to be lost or suffer according to the darkness,
And any part of earth which was meant to be destroyed,
I again send fire to the houses and the hearts of the witches,
To burn all their tools to ashes,
I declare the Easter anointed, blessed and protected to everyone,
As everyone go through this Prayer. Is anointed and protected.
Today, tomorrow and forever…..
Amen…
Inside a cave lived the Stooges Three.
This was long before recorded history.
To make butter this morning, it was Shemp's turn.
Larry tickled him as Shemp shook cream in the churn.
For dinner, Moe attempted to hunt a duck.
He tried his best, but had the lousiest luck.
Aggie was the cavegirl Moe would adore.
Maggie and Baggy were the other girls next door.
Are you curious about how the situation will go?
All you have to do is watch the video.
Based on the 1948 Columbia Pictures short subject "I'm a Monkey's Uncle" starring the Three Stooges.