Best Probably Poems
Fingertips click a
desperate breakbeat
as eyes glaze over
in blue light baptism
please overwhelm me
Binary jungle,
you glowing cesspit
through the clipping
curtain echoes a choir
of post-post ironic
agoraphobics.
Dopamine is a myth,
an expired meme
deemed mega cringe
Let the file rot into
informational abscess
Here we all wait before
Heaven's blockchained gate
tired of partaking into
a satire so removed from
a cogent solution,
It is simply void.
Here is coldest oblivion in
this stupid cyborg machine,
but the world is so
Y2K heat death-core
Whatever that means
It turned a generation
made us abandonware
Just to feed us nostalgia
for times when we
would bother to care.
Whining, it happens when blizzards come calling
Grabbing a jacket I walk down the stairs
Beside the window where winter is lurking
Waiting about as if nobody cares
Coating the trees with a cottony fabric
Not quite as warm as the heater detects
Here in the handbook of problems and answers
Only for masters to come and inspect
Grabbing a scarf from a shelf in the corner
Pouring a cup just to dance in its steam
Maybe some sugar so life can be sweeter
And just a dash of your half and half cream
Kicking the mud from the boots made of rubber
Purchased on sale at a shop on the beach
Next to the flip flops and lotion dispenser
Low to the ground and so easy to reach
Those were the days when the sun wasn’t hidden
Blanketed white like a sheet on a rope
Held up by clothespins of wooden construction
Seeking a breeze with the fresh scent of soap
Shoveling sidewalks and not chasing seashells
Feeling the cold as it bites through your skin
Running a faucet to thaw every finger
When will it be time for all this to end
I guess I will go out and trudge through the weather
Deal with the snowflakes, the slush and the sleet
Before too long I’ll be sweating the summer
Probably whining about all the heat
At some point you have to see
that it is probably just me
to be sensitive to sayins' is just to be
so whatever people say to you
sometimes you have to say back: it's probably just me.
Some of my fears are warranted
some might be coming true
but I've coined a lovely catch-all phrase
to keep me from feeling blue...
“Probably not today” I say
as my health is in decline
I'll probably not fall dead today
just gripe, and groan, and whine.
“Probably not today” I claim
as I look inside my cupboard
I shouldn't starve to death today
no, the thought is quite absurd!
“Probably not today” I state
as I think he loves me less
but he's not fallen out of love in a day-
no, it's needless, senseless stress...
“Probably not today” I judge
that my creditors won't be inclined
to seize, and freeze, and take away
all the things I consider mine.
“Probably not today, my dear”
I comfort myself by saying
the roof will hold another day
'though the shingles are decaying.
“Probably not today” I think
no, it's not as I had predicted-
although the rent's a few days behind
I probably won't be evicted.
“Probably not today” I chant
as the storms about me howl
I probably won't be blown away
'though the weather is quite foul.
“Probably not today” I add
as the list is growing so
that I hardly can keep track of all
my probable someday-woes.
“Probably not today” I fear
probably not, I guess...
I'll probably not stop thinking these things
'though it causes a terrible mess!
On the snow
A piece of sky
A blue umbrella
Oh, you’re cool. Deck.
With your battered copy of Naked Lunch
tucked away in your thrift-store
-satchel, it’s definitely a satchel-
that holds your cigarettes,
the ones you bummed last Wednesday,
and the extra scarf you keep with you
at all times
just in case your neck gets cold,
which it seems to often,
even though its brother is always
wrapped loosely around your neck.
That iPod in your hand
with the huge headphones
-for better acoustics-
is playing that band you like,
the one with the synth player
who can also play both
the didgeridoo and keytar
at the same time,
but I don’t think that’s the reason
that they only have five fans
or that that’s why you like them.
It’s okay,
I won’t tell your friends that
you pay your rent with a trust fund.
-Isn’t that ironic?-
I’ll keep your secret
the way you keep quoting Kerouac,
who you only know of
because of high school English class.
And no,
I won’t tell them either
that you hate the taste of coffee,
and miss eating bacon,
and actually think that tattoo
of a Palahniuk quote
-“Your heart is my piñata”-
translated into Finnish
is not as clever as it was
the first time you tried cocaine.
But don’t worry.
I won’t call you a hipster.
That way you don’t have to
pretend to hate it.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Better known as Wonder Woman
Is the sunshine of my day
Her soft gentle nature calms me down
When my crazy mind races out of control
What would I do without my Wonder Woman
Each morning, I rush to my computer
Looking for that familiar face
And her soft, gentle way with words
Do I sound a bit infatuated with this dear sweet Dorian
You can bet your shorts on it!
I realize I can't keep her all to myself
Come to think of it I shouldn't even be sharing this on the Soup
But that would be very selfish of me
Dorian... if you read this
And you didn't already know (LOL)
You are the sunshine of my day!
© Jack Ellison 2014
I don't like liver
probably wont tomorrow
Ma, do I have to?
Amidst it's surround
Their lies, centuries old
Thee, Eilean Donan
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Those who know me, know 'Eilean Donan' as it's the most posted
image on my 'Facebook' timeline, :) James........x
No clues, simply go look, you won't be disappointed, as for the scenery, well!
Been chowing down Post Shredded Wheat
Since I was a young lad it's oh so sweet
Probably an acre by now
Milk from Bessie the cow
This breakfast supreme simply can't be beat
© Jack Ellison 2015
Joann was a girl from the Heights,
who loved starting all kinds of fights-
kicked Pam’s butt for fun,
thinking she had won,
Pam liked it then found out Jo bites!
So Pam clamored her eyes in fear,
for her true fierceness didn’t appear-
Jo leaned in to munch,
then Pam threw a punch,
teeth stuck on her hand were severe!
In shock they both were from the stress,
Jo decided to bite much less-
agreed with a smile,
put teeth in a pile,
then both needed an ice compress!
syllable count: 8-8-6-6-8
"Joann" was counted at 1 syllable, I used it as 2
howmanysyllables.com
Make Me Laugh Limerick Contest Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
August 27, 2019
There is a single rose
kept high in the vase of her memories
she eyes thee rose with despair and sorrow
circles around and walks away.
The rose withers and petals fall
she comes back but has the same thought.
Picks up the withering rose, she starts to dance
circles around and around with the rose balanced in her palm.
-she stops-
she starts to cry and she sees streaks of blood fall from her palm
the thorns dig deep
her tears reach her collar
darkness falls, then drags her deep in it's depths.
It's dumbfounding, I tell you.
How you did this so successfully,
yet at the same time, unintentionally.
It's just shocking, unbelievable.
You've managed not only to gain my attention,
but you have my heart racing and jumping,
just from me looking into your beautiful eyes.
I smile at the thought of you,
and you've taken my mind over.
In case that didn't say anything...
I've been smiling for a long time.
I just don't know how else to say it.
In fact, there is no other way to say it.
My dear, I think I'm falling for you.
And I will not lie.
I love this feeling you're giving me.
Since we confessed those little feelings,
I can't stop thinking about you.
I just want to see you.
I just want to hold you close.
I just want to be with you.
I just want to tell you...
But there...there is the snag.
I'm not the only one you feel something for.
I don't know what kind of chance I have.
I'm not sure you'll like the me you haven't seen.
But...ha, you have no idea how badly I want to try.
I'd take the risk of rejection,
I'd deal with the pain of it,
just to show you how I feel.
You've no idea my darling,
just how badly I want to tell you.
My heart screams, begs me,
"Just tell her! Just tell her!"
It's going to come to a point,
Where I can't hide it any longer.
You probably won't see this.
But my dear, on the chance that you do.
You've pretty much stolen my heart.
And I can't help but want to be with you.
Whispered messages heard only in your mind
do not mean you have received heavenly advice
If you were to have yourself examined you'd find
mental instability to be a descriptor most concise