Best Premises Poems
I’m giving you two weeks’ notice
And then I’m evicting you
From my heart
You haven’t been paying your dues…
Lingering caresses
Entwining embraces
Passion laden kisses
And loving whispers
Are overdue
LONG overdue
What’s worse…
You’ve been trashing the premises
With your careless words
dirty excuses
filthy put-downs...
Your childish tantrums
And misplaced anger
Have littered my heart
You have been bringing in
Uninvited guests
To share the night
Thinking I was unaware
Of the trysts
But this place is meant for you
YOU
Alone
There has been too much
Way too much
Wear and tear
And so I declare
You are being evicted
Pack up your things
And find another
Heart
to live in!
I need some time
To set things right
To make repairs...
The love paint needs to dry
The dream frames need to be hung
The soiled sheets need to be purified
I need to sew new curtains of hope
And wash away the grime from the
windows of my heart
Before I can even consider
Taking in a new resident.
Two weeks…..
Just enough time
For you to pay for damages
And then to leave
Peacefully...
Before I have you thrown out
of this heart of mine!
What’s In The Urn
Strangers offered me to join them in a drink
I met them on a mountain edge while skiing
They seemed like friendly normal people then
So what could happen in a simple cabin?
Finding that which is not there or vanquished
What is there that cannot be perceived?
Placed upon the mantel piece are ashes in the cabin
Brass vase, a receptacle for lost souls sits in repose
A death vase to glare at over cognac
By the sober flames cast by
A fire place glow observed in action
Liquid spirits pour out their poison
In the cozy living room inside the cabin
Drinks alone cannot remove this feeling of distraction
The urn is piercing through my soul
People belong in cemeteries you know
With all due respect for the dead
Scatter them at sea when they‘re deceased
Not paraded around in gloom to cause unease
Or as a center piece for living rooms
I’m not relieved to find it is a lizard on the shelf
To be exact, an exotic iguana family friend entombed
And to assume that fact makes this matter optimal
I beg to differ on that point and voice my opinion later
There must be a plot of ground outside
Or toilet somewhere to flush it down
But better left unsaid, as they are bereaved about the death
And I am their invited guest
Iguana tried consuming the family’s cat
Another favorite pet I guess
It is surmised, that’s how it met its end
Wound up expired inside the urn
The receptacle was there and going nowhere on its own
I swear it follows me from room to room
By embers glow and ash, shadowing my every move
A brass smile casting off the urn, leaving me concerned
I could not take my leave
The container followed me
So I waited, fixated on the thing
Is it coming back to life to eat more bugs or me?
Finding that which is not there
Is easier in the dark
Rising to the occasion of the day that breaks
I must escape the premises to continue skiing
Into the frozen world outside I fly
With no discernible signs or paths to lead or learn
I get away, no time to say good-byes or find my way
Never again will I say; what’s in the urn
Here sitting are my Poetry Soup Peeps,
Comfortably calm within their abode…
Don’t stare too long for they’ll give you the creeps,
Plus one of them may pass gas and explode…
There’s Uncle Herman, the head of the clan,
With Lily his wife the veiled Vampire Queen…
Hanging around is Grandpa the Bat-Man,
With all teeth Eddie, their son the wolf teen…
Poor Marilyn prettiest of the bunch,
Never kept a boy even with her looks…
Her family would invite them for lunch,
For they all ran amok even the crooks…
Thirteen thirteen Mockingbird Lane, they dwell,
My Poetry Soup Peeps, Munster’s from hell.
...if anyone disagrees with this facsimile debauchery, please soup mail me and I shall remove you from the premises...
...the names have been dropped to protect my innocence...
...come on peeps, all in good clean haunting fun...
...there's more to come, I'm afraid...
...stay tuned to the same 'Bat' channel...
...(((((HAPPY HALLOWEEN)))))...
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10 Syllables per line
Oct.25.2019
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Yesterday.
My life was a constant puzzle,
I never knew how to solve it.
My life faded and dimmed
at the age of six,
when abused sexually.
My existence haunted me all my life;
it was a constant rumbling ocean.
Daily jolted as an earthquake,
made me violate many vows.
My vigor was like a desert with no sand,
I was as frozen, as an iceberg.
It taught me not to forgive but forget,
that's why I lived with broken promises.
My animation was like a zoo, with no animals.
This life above, was lived through my Yesterdays.
My Life Today.
Today, living in LA with my son
is a life I want. To enjoy that role
as a mother and friend, before it's too late.
Today, I can stand up on higher premises,
to look down at things differently.
For the first time, I know what I want,
as nothing seems impossible.
Today, I dare to strike up,
and look down on different grounds.
My life today, made me aware of my existence,
gave me the meaning of visiting him,
without feeling a stranger.
Now.
His light burned away my darkness.
He is the river that allows me to flow.
At this time, he is the cloud that shelters me
from burning.
He encouraged me to seek a life, find a love,
and not yield to misery.
He helped me win the game,
feel the same, as of today.
Tonight, my true feelings
from Los Angeles.
Terry 7 January 2014
Myself, Armed Only With A Dying Flame
Dark travels in such a long life
early days of hungering strife
A child born to fight for it
tasting ton of salt in every spit
Lost on pathways that breathe my aches
Prod me restless as I sever the chase
Between day and night and promises I made
To myself, armed only with a dying flame
Days sinking past like a slow tide
no softness, that one could abide
As years sent life into a dark spin
easy came toughness, pain and sin
I have seen more than I ever could
Branches of bitterness carved deeply in wood
Wandering eyes dismissed them as facades of a man
Who fell victim to the ride as the years fell down
Is there saving grace if I stop at none
I may have foreseen it all but I doubted I’d come
To terms with myself and make me turn around
From the edge of this cliff and fade away void of sound
Then came love trying its very best
softness, weakness in every test
Blade drawn to parry each thrust
to live on never daring to trust
Swiftly gone like a bygone air
I may be nothing more than despair’s heir
Constricted by premises that haunt every corner
Shutting my eyes will mean absolute surrender
A weak moment, hell bore on down
life melted, each day a new frown
Love had been accepted with grace
she left without a path to trace
Sad night , the fight no great cause
clocks stopped, universe hit pause
Time yielded no forgiving reprieve
love lost, nothing , nothing to retrieve
I was again left to remain
I have but myself to blame
When the rain comes to ease the pain
I know I’ll be whispering your name
12-3-2014
Collaboration write, Robert Lindley and my very talented friend, Jake Ponce.
Here is hoping that you may enjoy this humble team effort .
Has been my great honor to write with my friend Jake!
Written for Jan Allison, who then decided I should share it for poop verse afficionados.
True story, by the way.....
There are some jobs where heeding worker's safety is required
and during operations must be suitably attired
environmental hazards mean that everyone conforms
and wearing full length protection has now become the norm.
In this case, paper snowman suit with hood and full length zip
a sturdy piece of clothing and is not inclined to rip.
Whilst clearing out some premises a worker got caught short
and knew he'd never make it to the toilet, so he thought
and made a break for the nearest hedge with a newspaper he'd bought.
Just in time he squatted down, the time lag all too brief
as out in one loud massive jet his bottom got relief.
The job now done he zipped back up and dressed just where he stood
not realising, squatting, that he'd done it in his hood.
It soon became apparent, as his headwear pulled in place
as fly attracting runny doo doo dribbled down his face
His workmates doubled up in laughter, just making it worse
as he stormed off in anger like an Oreo in reverse.
So since time immemorial, the moral's been the same
that when you go, then please do so, but
just you watch your aim.
For Jan, with love 'n hugs and trembly bits, Viv x
Here is my dreamiest, dream job.
I will get to drive a fire truck and use the sirens - all the way to work and back. The gasoline will be paid for by my company.
There will be no committees, and no paperwork. No one will be required to do anything they do not want to do.
Everyone will be the boss of themselves. We will get to design our own luxurious offices. We decide what our work is.
The woman next to me is designing houses for people who do not have them. I am running a creative writing center slash art studio for pre-teens and full teenagers.
The woman who envisioned this company pays us what we decide we are worth. My best friend spends her day in an enormous greenhouse creating hybrids.
We eat a family style lunch and brainstorm our terrific ideas with each other. There is a lot of laughter, the walls exude joy. We want to stay late.
We have a hot tub, a swimming pool, daycare center, school, and arcade on the premises. The school is manned day and night, even weekends, so our children can go to school and learn geometry or psychiatry, or zoology at any age. All they have to do is talk to the teacher. They can go to school on Saturdays and all night! They love school because the curriculum is designed around their interests.
We can play whenever we want to play, swim whenever we want to swim, design whatever we want to design. Supplies are unlimited. Paper, pencils, coffee, fruit snacks, lunches, and suppers, are all free.
We design our day the way we feel it should go. My perfect career makes me feel respected, and is fulfilling in so many ways. My friends are here, and we help each other so often, they are my family; I am part of theirs also. We each have an apartment if we want to live here. It is soundproof so we can sleep at any time. Naps are encouraged. The perfect workplace. The only time we leave is to worship, because it is strongly encouraged to get away for one day and worship the deity and religion or non-religion of our choice.
Jaimin sir, a kind man, with smile cute,
Prepared for supporting me in lawsuit
Is ready to fight against any odd acute;
Managing school and university with astute.
In the premises everyone does salute!
Revered for his perseverance which dilute
All miseries, anxieties and commute
Joyfully with him in leisure to compute
Your mistakes and victories that overshoot.
All liked him for his ability to refute.
Grumped man speaks cool like flute
Under omnipresence, one who does hoot
Ruins his own impression and does salute;
Unacceptable people do get execute
Surely; teachers like me are with parachute
Inspired by him to remove Prafulla persecute,
Remove such drastic elements for institute.
Vanity
A poem about vanity in life inspired by Ancient Greek Wisdom
As I wake up abruptly every single dawn
With my body still asleep on futility’s lawn
My spirit needs a fiery, enervating quick jolt
To nail down my awareness with God’s divine bolt
And as the day’s continuity progresses slowly
My frail mind transforms my soul silently
To seek our Father’s love and compassion
And His heavenly treasure and full passion
Oh! supreme vanity, goddess of futility
You mark our short life most eloquently
As you guide us with your values and premises
To consider all matters without the goal of destiny
For without God’s divine purpose and infinity
All life ends up in the turbulent waterways of vanity
Waiting, with no end, for the pleasure of happiness
Disregarding all elements of ethics and human wellness
Oh! Greatest vanity of glorious vanities
How weak you make the old and the wise
How you bond us all well with divine fate
How silly you make men who think they are great
Dearest God, bless us to be, in our life, mighty
So that we express our goodness to all needy
For without Your words we are all bereft totally
Waiting our final turn in the valley of dire mortality
Taking into deep consideration the following ancient Greek sayings:
1. By Aristotle: ‘Suffering becomes beautiful when anyone bears great calamities with cheerfulness, not through insensibility but through greatness of mind’.
2. By Plato: ‘Eternal time is the only truth while what happens in our world are icons of vanity of our emotions’.
3. By Empedocles: ‘You must plunge beneath your crowded thoughts and calmly contemplate the higher realities with pure, focused attention. If you do this, a state of inspired serenity will remain with you throughout your life, shaping your character and benefiting you in so many ways. But if you direct your attention instead to the trivial things most people obsess about, the silly nonsense that dulls their minds, you’ll just acquire more objects which you’ll only lose anyway’.
A pair of eyes glowed in pitch darkness
Like two emeralds set on a black foil
My black cat paced across the doorway
Her tail, curled at her back like a coil
With soft steps, she crossed the aisle
And ventured out looking for a prey
She didn't meow or make any sound
Outside the house she opted out to stray
Our home with its premises was her domain
With glowing eyes that were cold as ice
She padded up and down the drive way
Looking for some unsuspecting mice
The night was still and not a leaf fluttered
The moon was a paling silver disc in the West
In her sharp ears, fell the faint sound
Of the nuzzling of fledglings in a nest
Sensing there was chance to spot a prey
Agile and alert she looked around
Down she slid along the steep wall
Following the trail of that faint sound
She arched her back into a curve
And moved closer and closer to the hedge
She saw three birdies like dressed chicken
Snuggling in an open nest at the edge
Bare of plumage, they were like pieces of flesh
And too young for fight or flight
Their mother had sadly flown away
Never expecting them to be in such a plight
The cat carefully raising itself on hind legs
Poised bristling for the measured kill
With claws sharp, she pounced upon her prey
And in a second all was silent and still
Unable to flap their wings or make a sound
They yielded to the needle claws of steel
When the mother bird alights with worms in her beak
Who can gauge the depth of pain she would feel!
Placed First
March.27. 2022
Black Cat Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Robert James Liguori
There is seriously something wrong
With the entire human race
Common sense has left the premises
And ignorance has taken its place
I take a look around me
And everywhere I look
The ones who hide from reality
Are in every corner and nook
These people walk around blind
To the reasons we all exist
To laugh would be absurd
But there are times I can’t resist
Some of them are so blinded
By their ignorance in truth
That there’s no hope left for those
Who refuse to believe in You
The rest of us can preach
And do our best to teach
But there’s only so much you can do
For those not wanting to be reached;
I pray that you forgive them
They know not what they do
Their heads are filled with nothing
That would really matter to You;
Like whom they know
And where they’ve been
Or what they can do with their hands
If it’s real and they can hold it
That’s all these people can get
For to have to deal with reality
Seems to leave them with anxiety
And talk they’d rather not
They’d rather hide in their ignorant world
Maybe wonder of you from time to time
But if it’s not real to them
They’ll only listen to a lie.
I
Love in a time of Corona is best
Expressed between a loyal couple
We have time on our hands, rest
Cannot be overdone, neither should sex (Love-makin')
II
Love in a time of Corona is wisest
In your private premises; stay away from exotic places
Keep it simple, keep it humble (Humble? you ask) -
"There will be time enough for exotica, places and races."
III
Love in a time of Corona will pass, and then
Will you have great memories? A foretaste of retirement?
We are blest when we have a loyal love, Christian even,
And Fate has given us time - for catching up, prayer, enjoyment
IV
Now, if you easily pass the test, of humble home-rest
Will you go beyond borders? Pray for others less blessed?
Even those foes ("the enemy,") for the children's sake?
I, for one, surprised myself, by blessing my teachers, professors ....
Old Miss Valerie, years gone by was once a benign lass
Sprinkled dust of shimmering joy o'er kids in her class
Oh blue-eyed kids believed her to be a moonlit fairy
Her honeyed ritual of "Good morning" melody oh so merry
A kid joined the premises one day, his dad had died
Seen off by his detached step mom, smiled teary-eyed
He didn't utter words drowning in his lonely muse
Until Miss Valerie's motherly love healed his bruise
He floated in stories of laughter with dimpled smiles
Drenched in pearls of tranquil solace spread over miles
On Sundays he relished a strawberry cake with a letter
Believed step mom's love, cocooned in a knitted sweater
Silver grace of Almighty showered upon him for years
Until the truth one day drizzled his sweater with tears
Oh Miss Valerie! God's kind angel in disguise of love
Lonely and old waiting to be blessed by him from above
Her rosy kindness to that lonely kid couldn't be repaid
His vow to be kind to others, joyous her last days made
In her aged years God sent her a son's love in showers
Old Miss Valerie at peace now, her grave adorned with flowers
June 8, 2020
BRIAN'S SELECT 9,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
~Winner: First Place
Night Shift Worker
At sunset is the beginning of our day
Darkness embraces our peevish spirit
Flashing neon signs bring us in esprit
We are mindful of making a living
Danger awaits us anytime
But this is where my feet are destined to go
Where the crime took place, I need to be there on time
My pen and camera come along to tell stories awhile ago
Steady and careful hands are attentive to ailing one
Life and death situation, I presumed life will always prevail
My job demands accuracy, for mistakes will hound my wisdom
Nursing to sustain a losing life will not fail
Eager to go to the heart of the sea
While the full-moon beams dwell into the deep
My fishnet awaits patiently for a catch
For early in the morning, I bring meals to a family
I need to be tough in any situation
Unwelcome visitors alert my action
To guard premises and valuables stay untouched
By greedy creatures harmful to the serenity of the place
The graveyard shift is my time to log for work
The workplace is loud where the phone ring is enchanting
I need to stay calm and soft to answer complaints
In the end, I say “thank you for calling, have a nice day”
I am at work, while most of the humans are sleeping
I sleep when all of them are awake
Cursing words are normal, my ears are adjusted
I am used to it, to make it through my shift every single day
As soon as the sunrise, my day ends
Daylight warms my weary eyes and body bends
Down the hills and street, I rushed
Only to keep the promise, to come home for my family I must
Posted also in voicesnet.com poetry site last: 26 August 2009
Message in a bottle
Here is my greetings and message to you all, my dear ones
Who would be populating this earth again
After my generation gets wiped out on the 21st of December 2012*
But, then, what a let down, I have to fall back upon
This antiquated paper and pen and a blasted bottle to store it in
Because there is no way I could text or e mail to you,
Like I am used to, this day, that let us soar so high with computers,
Nuclear bombs and spacecrafts that whizz past celestial bodies
As if it is child’s play;
but all the same dragged us down to moral depths
Where one of us could massacre a whole class of kindergarten kids
Or plot mindless terror attacks in the name of imagined wrongs
And wrong premises or rape and then kill a five year old
Or an unsuspecting girl who walked into a wrong bus
Thank God I am still left with a little sense to share with you my friends
Whatever freedom you may happen to enjoy,
Whatever material progress you may make
Never use it or let it be used to trample on moral and ethical values
Guard and enforce those values in society with eternal vigil
For there will be none to protect and promote them,
Mark my words, except YOURSELVES, because such values
Have no commercial value.
For, politicians, preachers, prophets
And their followers, by the very nature of their preoccupations,
Would continue to divide and disrupt, despite their bluff and bluster
About universal love, brotherhood and peace, the very values
That would be suffering atrophy under their very noses.
* The Mayan calender ends on this date (21st Dec 12)giving rise to speculations by doomsday prophets that the world too is going to end on this date.
20th Dec 12
For Catie's Message in a bottle contest