Best Preps Poems
With soft hushed slip-steps
They creep into my being
My sleepy mind preps
For all the things I’m seeing
They are the sleep sneakers
That invade in the night
Restlessness seekers
That dance without the light
The tales of dreary dreams
Show terror, fear or love
But Sleep sneakers seem
To form fit like a glove
There is no themed story
The meanings are unclear
There’s doubt without glory
Just a gnawing fear
Tonight there in my mind
As I settle in my bed
Those sleep sneakers may find
Dreams hidden in my head
Entry: "Second Chance for Your N-A" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
December 19, 2022
(HM)
The month of love arrives on cue
as January bids adieu,
and Cupid preps his bow and darts
to bind all lovers old and new.
And carefully, his path he charts,
and on his journey he departs;
for love is in the air once more,
and must be bound in lovers’ hearts.
For love will seek an open door,
and like a flood, inside will pour;
then through the sky like birds on wing,
the hearts of lovers start to soar.
For me, this love’s a year round thing
that always causes hearts to sing;
the notes of love felt deep within
are sealed by golden wedding ring.
February 2, 2026
I've been set aside
As if I should hide
I'm the social outcast
Let's see how long this lasts
I walk down the street
So may people to meet
But I see none to talk
So I guess I'll just walk
Saturday night rolls around
And I leave to go down town
So many parties to go to
But my social status is to low
I've been set aside
As if I should hide
I' the social outcast
Let's see how long this last
First day of a new school year
And it's all just as I feared
The preps and jocks over run us
Not like anyone cares if I make a fuss
They just need to wait
And I'll keep an eye on their fate
The looks and muscles will soon fade
Oh, won't that be a sad day
I've been set aside
As if I should hide
I'm the social outcast
Let's see how long that last
Fifteen yeas have past
I have climb the latter of success
That fast food joint your working at
yeah it's true, I own that
I'm not the social disease
I realize as you beg on your knees
You have five kids to feed
I can't imagine the help you need
[Written in December 2009 while at the UN Climate Conference in Copenhagen]
The plank is of a long, strong wood
With edges round for measures good
Small steady steps the toddler walks
While politicians stall the talks
Three fifty steps the child takes
He still is safe despite mistakes
But stands around the tipping point
The world is lacking efforts joint
Teeter toddler on a see-saw
Looks around his world with awe
He won’t see the world we know
His children won’t make balls of snow
Nor will they shriek with sounds of glee
At the base of a mature sequoia tree
The child takes a few more steps
Three eighty now the child preps
He braces now the plank just tips
Foot raised mid-air he nearly trips
He’s left his parent’s binding arms
His siblings now cry in alarm
Loud voices raised the leaders hear
The messages we chant are clear
Still balancing one foot in the air
Do leaders have the will to care?
And then to act in united haste
I fear our votes have been misplaced
Footing down, he sheds his tears
He’s heading down towards his fears
Urgent action is his need
He wishes leaders would succeed
In finding words that all endorsed
With rules and visions well enforced
His parent’s arms bind him once more
And guide him to his place before
Before he made those last few choices
Now that he’s safe his world rejoices
So that is all we really need
Decisions made in spite of greed
Where different voices will unite
Survival after all’s a right
Society is young and yet
It’s frailty we can’t forget
For we’re not all that we affect
And if we stall, we’ll all regret
Now is the time for us to act
We need a more effective pact
So let’s unite the world again
And ‘seal the deal’ in 2010.
In the little town called Cleveland
Some many years ago
In a high school gymnasium
Met a group of girls and boys
Since early in their childhood
They were plagued by many peers
Because they lacked
The perfect look
Like many other kids
After many years of torture
Constant badgering from everyone
They decided was time to take a stand
Claiming freedom once again
The group contained the branded
The freaky geeky boys
The girls slightly on the heavy side
A few all rolled in one
They called their club the meeting
Of freaky boys and busty girls
Requirement was be outcast
From the preps the jocks “the toys”
They arranged a simple protest
Simple protest most fun
To prove that being different
Is not so bad and can be fun
They stripped down to nothing
But a smile on every face
And marched the halls of Cleveland High
In unison they did say
Though we may all look different
Inside we’re all the same
So accept us if you will or not
We’re happy just the same
The faculty at the school that day
We outraged by what they saw
Forty teenage girls and boys
Marching naked down the hall
Parents quickly contacted
Expulsion all around
For the kids labeled freaks and geeks
Their victory it was found
Though the protest was very different
The idea quite deranged
Respect was granted on that day
For the group with guts to say
Being different is not so different
Can be cool they all proclaimed
For the geeky boys and busty girls
Were proud for each that day
The moral of this story
Though odd but very true
Though outside one looks different
Inside the pages read so true
Looks aren’t that important
But the hearts all beat the same
We are all just like
The kids
From Cleveland high that day
In the little town called Cleveland
Some many years ago
In a high school gymnasium
Met a group of girls and boys
Since early in their childhood
They were plagued by many peers
Because they lacked
The perfect look
Like many other kids
After many years of torture
Constant badgering from everyone
They decided was time to take a stand
Claiming freedom once again
The group contained the branded
The freaky geeky boys
The girls slightly on the heavy side
A few all rolled in one
They called their club the meeting
Of freaky boys and busty girls
Requirement was be outcast
From the preps the jocks “the toys”
They arranged a simple protest
Simple protest most fun
To prove that being different
Is not so bad and can be fun
They stripped down to nothing
But a smile on every face
And marched the halls of Cleveland High
In unison they did say
Though we may all look different
Inside we’re all the same
So accept us if you will or not
We’re happy just the same
The faculty at the school that day
We outraged by what they saw
Forty teenage girls and boys
Marching naked down the hall
Parents quickly contacted
Expulsion all around
For the kids labeled freaks and geeks
Their victory it was found
Though the protest was very different
The idea quite deranged
Respect was granted on that day
For the group with guts to say
Being different is not so different
Can be cool they all proclaimed
For the geeky boys and busty girls
We’re proud for each that day
The moral of this story
Though odd but very true
Though outside one looks different
Inside the pages read so true
Looks aren’t that important
But the hearts all beat the same
We are all just like
The kids
From Cleveland high that day
A Sinners Prayer
In the darkness of night let the sinner appear
In the form that he is, which is the essence of fear.
When his soul is revealed it’s ugly and black
It preps for the battle of Satan’s attack.
The feeling of joy that comes with abuse
Is a thrill like no other when he lets it all loose.
A hate filled world is all that he wants
The souls of the weak are the souls that he haunts.
When the devil appears it is evil he seeks
And the soul of the sinner is open and weak.
The king is the light that floods out the dark
And helps all the sinners find a new start.
a beaten path which leads to a place time forgot
this old dusty road lined with trees on either side
taking me back to the only place i've ever truly felt at home
surrounded by social misfits
mother goose, the orphans, the girls and their pimp
dilapidated houses bought out by the government
encircling a culdesac
somewhere out in the field of tall grass
lies a set of obsolete railroad tracks
beyond that a treeline
which comes to life with sound
cicadas, crickets, bullfrogs, katydids
the roar of the muddy flat bringing the bass
fireflies providing the accompanying lightshow
mother goose preps dinner for the invisible people
the orphans laughing as they chase the lightshow
the girls filing out single file behind their pimp
and i sit swaying on a porch swing
a sweaty ice cold glass of vodka in one hand
a smoldering cigarette in the other
here, there are no bills, no rules
no one to tell you "no"
here, a place that time forgot
i welcome you to come stay with me
on vandalia road
Each time we learned, new life had been birthed,
down deep where true love grows quite fast;
Our greatest hopes, as parents unearthed,
the sum of our love's storied past.
Daily our preps, made for good cheer:
Maternity clothes and bookstores,
A decorated nursery, then poof—toys appeared.
All the while knowing each day you grew more.
The parties and gifts overwhelmed us,
sheer love shown by family and friends.
Baby kicks made us giggle—a definite plus,
at a time nervously filled, by infant odds & ends.
Big Sis came in ninety, Little Sis ninety-four,
Perfect babies in every way.
Confirmations of Joy, we've come to adore,
Our Miracles of creation, by Potter and clay.
(Written and submitted on 7/17/2018, for the Olive Eloisa Guillermo–Fraser JOYS and TEARS of being AN EXPECTANT PARENT (mother-father) Cash Prize Poetry Contest)
Where I am From
I am from the old fashion days
from the yes mams and no sirs, to
the slips with a dress or skirt
from dust particles in my nose
(from cleaning floor boards and ceiling fans)
I am from the endless bruises to
the lively parties,
...that mom threw when we had all As
the constant bicycle accidents or the sudden
trips down the stairs
I'm from my only love sprung from
my only hate, the endless Shakespearean faze
From the haters and the preps and
the don't get beat down to give them a
beat down.
From make my heart rejoice from
the one that is taunting me and trying
my best to apply verse 22 of Galatians
I am from Grandma Odessa's Sugar cookies to
Moms mouth watering chicken pot pie
From the burn mark on my tongue from a battery
to my dads tattoo that he did himself
Upon the shelf's of my closet lay
my dress box and senior album,
overflowing with old pictures from
house or school
Many names I remember
many faces I chose not to,
reliving some good days at school, and
reliving the times I wish I could have blown it up
I am from happy childhoods to learning from
my mistakes adulthood
from childhood memories lost to most gained
and many stored
The good, The bad, & The now content
This is where I am from
*Image of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde poster by Wiki.
That's Close Enough
Shapeshifters, and or, shapeshifting ... preps our world always,
A speck sans a cavass, ... materializes a work of art,
At spans of reckoning, ... outlandish evolve viably.
Simplistically, ... caterpillar, cocoon, butterfly,
The explanative being ... the effects of metamorphoses,
Influence of changing, on the surface ... ain't exclusive.
The aspects of human versions, ... do we possess ourselves?
Phases absorb one's absolutes, ... escapism amuses abstracts,
Misshape is needless, ... our character assassinates us.
The docile Doctor Jekyll ... and ominous Mr. Hyde,
The tale tells induced chemicals ... freed the latter temperament,
Stevenson, a mixed decrypt breed, ... Woolf faults, Hemingway hails.
The Picture of Dorian Gray, ... Wilde's graphic inward peer,
Retorts pundits, ... proxy masques wickedness, textured facades ethics,
Books ain't moral or immoral, ... they're just well penned or naught.
A star radiates ... cast hither, trimming and grooming 'rounds,
Revolving amazeballs recasting orb's landscapes, ... picturesque,
Bubblegum pops as its meaning ... is clearly intricate.
Brief spells also have an effect, ... ravenous bears slumber,
When pushed or at risk ... stimulates safeguards that ensure their species,
The game plays out who's game ... prey or predator lives or dies.
Transformations constants about ... subtle yet definite,
Persona exploits cellular structure ... registers vividly,
The former's substituted ... the latter assimilate.
2022 June 01
*11th Place*
Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting
~~Anthony Biaanco: 2022 July 04
*HMS: 14,16,14 syllables x 8 stanzas
Sittin' here, feelin' uneasy
Not at all sleepy
Sweet sounds of Norah Jones
Tickle my ear drums
I find refuge in the blues
This is not NEWS
to the people who love me
If this is a crime
Please, do cuff me
One Rhythm, One Rhyme
preps me for the climb
to the top of the world
Where I will find
Happiness in a swirl
of chocolate on the mind
Rhythm & Blues, Rock N' Roll
Stirred up in a big bowl
The recipe for the perfect Led Zeppelin
add Hip-Hop, Metal, and all the fixin’s
Then you have Linkin Park
Just Crawling, not quite Crawling in the Dark
I laugh, I love, I listen
To the bands that make me glisten
For dessert
Happiness in a swirl of
Chocolate on the mind
One Rhythm, One Rhyme
I don't want to be lost forever
In the high school sea
This clique or that one
Which should I choose
Preps, punks, goths,
Every possible type is here
But I don't want to be any of them
I want to be myself
The kind of person that's
Not accepted in high school
But I can make it on my own
This is it, just me
Caveman preps for dating female mates
As he puts on fresh skins and pelts
Caught that day since everything was free
Oil from animal musk still ooze from pores
(To allure the delicate gender favors)
Killing prey is not exactly PETA friendly
ASPCA might have something to say
Millions of years hence so not to worry
Cave men speak Ugh which is short for ugly
He is going clubbing with his handy stick
Nowhere near Fifth Avenue I'm sure
A not so delicate creature blinks at him
Smiles from the bush with perceived approval
One bonk on the head is all it takes
He drags her by the dirty knotted hair
Back to his cave to live forever more
As husband and wife in ancient splendor
Life was simpler back then
Here comes the ugly one
Looking sad and wearing black those stupid preps all laugh because she looks fat
Trying to ignore the comments she walks looking at the floor since she doesn't say a word
They shout more ugly words The jocks throw there footballs at her and the anorexic sluts just laugh she's teased in Science P.E and even Math everyday the same routine she runs into her room and cries.
She thinks that no one cares If she just curled up and died she grabbed some lipstick and put it on her lips she grabbed her long black skirt and then started to rip .
At the corner of her eye she spotted a pointy blade she slashed her wrists until her vision started to fade suddenley she fell collapsing on a towel and as she was dying she looked up at the doctor and said "AM I PRETTY NOW!"