Best Proofed Poems
The fear
In here ..
The chair
"Don't care "..
Sore gum
Lip numb..
" MUST DRILL
THEN FILL " ..
" Less speed
I'll bleed " ..
Preserve
Your nerve ..
"I've bled"
Jaw dead ..
" RINSE PLEASE"
Weak knees ..
The bill
Plus pill ..
Can't eat
No teeth ..
Unchewed
Soft food ..
Can't talk
Slow walk
Perchance
Soiled pants ?..
Mistake
Toothache !!.....
footle-note ..
The author would like to confirm that no deaths occured , during the creation of this piece. All
suffering was kept to a minimum,as the surgery was sound-proofed .Pain and suffering ,
caused to waiting patients , was due to being forced to read 3yr old mags. Seemingly the
news was less dire back then.All enamel&blood stained swabs were dumped in the
appropriate utensils,as per Geneva Convention(section ix, site xxxiv).The cleansing of soiled
underwear took place ,under supervision, with enviroment friendly detrgents & all offending
materials disposed of , in accordance with the KyotoAgreement(section mlx11).
Must dash !! , as I have to visit that other sadist, the vet ,with our cat.He is due for the snips!
( the cat , not the vet ).. Here Tom..Pshhhwshhh ..
Categories:
proofed, satire
Form:
Light Verse
The ground rumbles, ominously, I'm on the steep side of a Mississippi River Bluff, mid-August, gathering bursting crimson red trophies of Staghorn Sumac for my favorite sumac-ade, a spright, invigorating tonic I enjoy this time of year. The smell in the air, forest-sage beginning to dry and ripen, the bitter tang of scattered paper-birch bark chimneys...must keep alert for the origins of the earthly rumble.
The unsettled earth, sweet and bitter smells...mix with my age and I sit down as if in a trance and drift asleep...harkening back to my training as a young man in a Manhattan Bagel Deli, assembling prep-stations for the customer onslaught about to descend. Proofed bagel dough, seeded and rotating in the elevator slate-shelved oven after a frothy malt-bath in the bubbling giant kettle, delectable aromas of fairly vibrating paper-sliced spiced meats and piquant aged cheeses, briny sheets of smoked lox, pots of sweetly acidic capers and luminous heirloom tomatoes...
But I'm much older now, my mind remembers, but my body can't function like it once did, I can't perform the once-easy configurations effortlessly like before.
The rumbling, just my imagination...
I awaken, gather my bunch of fluorescent sumac, which I am still able to concoct, mindful of God's Grace in my spiritual and physical evolution...He
Has Blessed me with.
8-13-20
6:03 am
Categories:
proofed, age,
Form:
Narrative
I lie back in the weather-proofed green chair
To gaze up at the flowering maple tree.
Now, touched by sun,lungs full of scented air
I embrace with joy the beauty I now see.
Old celandine show brightly by my feet
Neglected currant bushes straggle round the path
There is no birdsong yet a silence sweet
Soothes my heart and quietens my wrath.
For my heart's sore and anguished is my mind
Yet in this little wood I feel deep calm.
My eyes are shadowed and my face is lined.
May this green spring bring me a gentle balm.
For even in depression and deep grief,
The mind makes healing medicine of a leaf.
Categories:
proofed, beautiful, hope, tree,
Form:
Sonnet
An angry Father, that wore a frown
has watched the rise of the devil's moon
While pacing, he's worn the carpet down
They arrive at dawn, and none too soon!
Broken curfews, her virtue at stake
The stakes are high, but the daughter dared
Dad quickly plans a wedding date!
No explanation or sage to share
They are ushered in, without a sigh
Their vows would choke the most aloof
It clouds the starlight in their eyes,
and shoots the moon, un-bullet proofed!
This patriarch must take a stand
Holy wedlock was in high demand !
__________________________________________________
11/17/15
Carrie Richards
Submitted for "Trashed # 4" Contest: Sponsored by Broken Wings
Categories:
proofed, anger, father, father daughter,
Form:
Sonnet
... you really think so?
I'm flattered to say the least,
but I honestly know not
where these words originate.
Do you think inside my squishy brain
is where they congregate?
I like to think of it like an office building
where the files always fluctuate.
Sure would suck if aliens landed,
skipping the "we come in peace" spiel
and just went straight to "ANNIHILATE!".
Knew I should have martian-proofed it
when I had the chance -
why must I always procrastinate?
But perhaps I'm taking in too many
possibilities here
(like eyes when they dilate).
Are you getting tired of this rhyme yet?
Do you wish to take time to stipulate?
Consider I did you a favor
not using big friggin' words
like amalgamate.
Never say never, right?
Hope by reading this nonsense
you're not running late.
I should know better
to realize you might well have
"A very important date".
But don't mind me I'll just by typing away
with ridiculous musings.
It is my fate!
Pity not where I am
at the present state.
I'm having oodles of fun
in this land I helped create.
My deepest apologies
if it looks to you like I hibernate.
Feel free to come by anytime,
for you see, beyond this point,
there is no gate.
But for now I really must be going!
For this is about the time...
... where my imagination starts to deflate.
NOTE: Inspired by Richard Lamoureux's comment on my poem, A Kick in the Stones.
Categories:
proofed, humorous, imagination, writing,
Form:
Monorhyme
1st amendment atrocities
Secondary nature
Pound for pound
They scream above holy lungs
Of righteous contradictions
As humanity continues to dry-hump “social” media,
Their sedentary psychiatrist
Judgmental lip smacks
Chapped from the arrogant vowels
They spit
Another syllabic lyric
Within our home of the “free”
Our 50 stars become 50 irrational assault rifles
In order to become bullet proofed
From infantile validation
We embrace rusty excavators
Crushing on Bones wearing red sweaters & silky moustaches
While MBAs & Bachelor Degrees
Fight in Spartan-tempered mouth-offs
If a dress is blue or gray
Donkeys & Elephants become consensual orgies
In the name of desperate prayers
But, neither will raise taxes in the name of God
For church & state are separate
Until dollar-store woven baskets made in China swoop in
During Sunday mas(k)s
Stairways to our imaginary heaven,
Its railing removed by forced epiphanies,
Replaced by “angelic” archways
Made of Kardashian silicone
And rose-tinted ascension
Yes, we can.
Yes, we did.
Yes, we fell.
We. Must. Change.
©D.J.E.
Categories:
proofed, freedom, people, perspective, political,
Form:
Free verse
Devoted is the word to describe
For a mother that occurred in my life
Your thoughts and feelings are transcribed
Many times you hurdled in life’s strife
You made yourself least priority
A selfless person is what endeared you
Until now, you still cared for us warily
The life we had was the dream you drew
They brought fame, you gave us God
In the most trying times, we have an answer
Your teenage picture, tainted by old age
A picture that needs to handle with care
You are our prized possession
I have saved this special day for a special person
You tightly held the rope of life on perfection
In going uphill, you laid a proofed against all seasons
You held my hands in many adventures
From sadness to laughter-filled ride
From darkness to simple pleasures
I just made it to the other side
It is your birthday and we’ll never get tired
Of bringing back the love that you offer
Framed moments of yesteryears inspired
It brings our family closer together
Great gray hairs emphasized your rich time
Once a lively skin turned wrinkled
Nights unfolded, you are past your prime
Today is special for the first light ever kindled
A birthday poem for my mother
April 8, 2016
Categories:
proofed, birthday, celebration, how i
Form:
Rhyme
I got to know her on Pacific Crest Trail's ridge
It was a water shed transition in my life.
With best friend Kim, my wife to be (or not to be) ,
Georgia and Kim already three weeks from trail head,
And I was bringing bacon home
To lovely, undernourished waifs,
A hero certainly in my own mind.
A full moon raged at first night's camp,
Just down the hill from where they'd camped,
I'd bear-proofed food high up in trees
For our projected trip to Tuolumne.
Across a knee deep rushing stream from stores
Lay hot volcanic springs in meadow graced
By grotto like rock walls that offered privacy.
And we cooked supper on their grassy, moon-lit banks,
Our feet deep in pool bottom's silky mud,
A memory I treasure still of serendipitous reward.
When morning broke we hiked back up
To where I'd found the girls,
Expecting to renew the trek,
But plans had changed and Kim
Dropped bomb that she and I were through,
Though she would always 'be my friend, '
For reasons not yet clear.
If Kim and I had had a checkered past
Of on and off, a modern digital romance,
Once more I thought that we were done.
So I packed up to go back home alone
Instead of hiking with them as we'd planned.
My own tears cut short by the shock
And mollified by Georgia's empathy,
Opining that I once more was a single man,
I thought to ask for Georgia's phone,
In hopes that she might be my friend as well.
Apparently this was a big mistake,
Although I felt no guilt at all,
But girls shed tears and both were mad at me.
Then suddenly, plans changed again,
The girl's hike also came to end,
And all packed up for our trip home,
Though what remained was all downhill.
Hitchhiking sure is easy with cute girls!
Brian Johnston
Feb 29, 2016
Categories:
proofed, life, loss, love, ,
Form:
Free verse
What is faith and belief.......
Although, we say that a man with faith
can win the world without trouble
But faith is believing something is not seen
We do exercise believe in faith everyday
But believing in reality is more truth than faith
We cannot see most things that we have faith
even they are existing like a faith in God.
When we become lack of belief in ourselves
then we become nothing but weakening in our soul
Most of the people dream to have something
and they want them to come true within their faith
They don't want to achieve them through belief in reality.
Some think faith and belief are part of evolution
It is true that success in life need to have both faith and belief
but belief is the way of searching for the truth or reality
Faith is known as trust on something but absence of proof
But belief is built with knowledge and a reality is proofed.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
All rights are reserved
Categories:
proofed, philosophy, faith, truth,
Form:
Light Verse
When we were young
Our bodies were supple and soft.
We were wrinkle free and blemish proofed,
Most appealing to the aloof.
We have aged and we're not so young,
Our bodies aren't as soft or supple.
Acquired wrinkles and a few extra pounds,
We're less appealing to the opposite sex.
We've been replaced by the younger,
Half our age, and certainly less wrinkled.
They bear no age spots or worry lines,
And hold less love in their heart for life.
Tossed aside like an old worn sock,
Needed a lot for those daily walks.
Must be replaced with something new,
Maybe a pair of those new Sketcher Shoes.
©2014 by Lee Christine Brownlee
Categories:
proofed, age, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
i watch the sunrise
unbuttoning the stuffed pouches
of thunderclouds
soaking
imagination
with dry-drunk dewdrops
becoming bubbles
blown through
ringbarked
jewelry
worn
by the roots
of rhinestone rapids
growing in
spider
webs
trying to catch
a flying_fox
there has always
been a silent
soft echoed
beauty
dancing on the tides
from down
under
perfect pirouettes
showing ligneous dustdevils
proper form
forming
Dead-Sea
chiseled
respect
healing ones
inner folds
unfolding miracles
tucked away in moonpedicured
moments missing myriad music
marching in eucalyptustars
shining smiles upon licorice
chainlinkisses
in my minds eye
blackroom sound-proofed
in blacklighted boughs
creating windframed
wisdom
seen with the hearts
meshed monocle
revealing purity into
eternaluminum sliced skies
painting
memories
throughout dimensions
of a multi-faceted
prism
watched
from verandas
of velcro vicidreamt
sand
waking
up the sleeper
still
nowhere
near you
but
closer
than we've
ever
been
Categories:
proofed, angel, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
We all have had our moments with our children.... Especially the messy moments... The
diapers so full of poo that it is almost gooshing out... Yea gross I know, especially if you are
a first time mother.... These experiences are one of many more to come... To my surprise
this morning as I was playing on the computer (myspace) Paying no mind to my 7 almost 8
month old son Trevor playing quietly in the living room. Thinking all was good and clear...
Thought I had absolutely baby proofed everything.... All the sudden I heard a cry and I didnt
see my son hiding behind his bouncer in the corner... Niave me so so niave thinking he is
just stuck and is fussing because he cannot figure out how to get out of the corner.... (Don't I
wish).... As I peer around the corner there sits my son with two big fists full of dog poo...
Covered from head to toe and luckly if you want to call it luck it might have just been the
smell that convinced my son not to put his hands in his mouth... I just stood there looking in
amazment how did I miss that, OMG look at my son, OMG is that my son.......? So i run over
pick him up under his arms holding him out before he can get a hold of more than he already
has... My hands are full I bang my head against my Mom's bedroom door telling her to come
help... She comes out and just laughs ( Thanx mom) after having her moment of hurmor we
put him in the tub clothes, diaper and all and just start wiping off all the poo... Me half gaging
my son just sits there playing so innocently... After cleaning off the poo we strip him down
and stick him in the sink run clean water with LOTS of bubbles.... I mean LOTS! I had to get
rid of the smell... Soaking the rag in Johnson & Johnson baby soap I start to clean my son...
He just looks up at me with those big beautiful blue Trevor eyes and smiles....
Categories:
proofed, sonson, baby, me, baby,
Form:
There’s a song you might know -
It’s called “Year of the Cat.”
It’s an oldie, but really quite good.
It was co-written by
A once-neighbor of mine,
A cool Englishman named Peter Wood.
With his wife and dog Bill
He lived on the 9th floor,
Blasting music well into the night,
But he sound-proofed his walls
And helped tune our guitar
So we got along really all right.
I’m not sure if we knew
At the time that he had
Earned some musical praise and acclaim,
But the time Cyndi Lauper
Appeared on our floor,
Then we knew he had some kind of fame.
Sadly, Peter is gone,
Dying by his own hand,
But I hear his big hit now and then
And I’m proud I can say,
Thinking back to that time,
That I really did know Peter when…
Categories:
proofed, memory, music,
Form:
Rhyme
From the book of revelation the warning is clear,
people will be deceived in worshipping the master of fear.
Predicted in scripture to lead most into loosing their salvation,
when false Gods are the symbol of appreciation.
The mysteries order is formed on a cosmic line,
symbolic language by constellation and numbers refine.
Religious manipulators erecting the controlling act with obelisks,
making sure that the secret act enriches ego’s little fanatics.
Most ridicule and initiated great concern to serve,
the greater good of hierarchy as best deserve.
The blasphemous doctrine that one can reach perfection,
through higher spheres of knowledge perception.
Hermetic books as such proofed to be fraud,
and even the Kabbalah is a medley of absurdity still taught.
Freemasonry lodge meetings by so called masters in disguise,
then darkness like death is the symbol of initiation of blinded wise.
Since Masonic Presidents, Governors and Senators making law,
the Roman Catholic Church has its perfect power draw.
The phallic symbol of Osiris at St. Peter’s square at the Vatican,
throwing an ancient shadow as predicted practicum.
The wicked have to forsake the spiritual sanctum,
not ever understanding the divine abundance factum.
All pseudonym facts lose their color in the face of truth,
boundaries of limitation and capital conventionality to sooth.
Categories:
proofed, devotion, history, meaningful, perspective,
Form:
Ballade
The luxury of love is bequeathed
In treasures that gold cannot buy
warm arms that hold you
through a cold winter night
a whisper...a kiss
that makes everything alright
one incredible person
someone in whom you trust
with everything you are ..will ever be
is in what cannot be explained
the sanity of walking side by side
in the pouring rain
shoulder’s to lean on
when the going gets rough
nicknames you hold dear for a lifetime
baby doll or pizza man or mi amoré
the eternal sanctity of your lovers kiss
in which your heartbeat is always safe
shared plans to travel exotically one day
surprise getaway weekends
to dusty hidden faraway places
just two hours away
movie premieres you instantly forget
erotic passion in the afternoon
that you will never forget…ever
Sunday mornings busy
doing absolutely nothing at all
Shared box seats to life’s mystery tour
dreams written on the back of
a favourite late night diners’ place mat
whispered promises written
on the walls of your heart
a special smile across a crowded room
letting you know you are never alone
even when you are a continent apart
sometimes when you are heavens apart
is in what others cannot see
shared trust that is stronger than steel
rust proofed against all age
and the weather stripping of time
a lifelong courtship spent side by side
the instinctive inner faith to believe
in the truth and promise of ‘I do’
because you always have
a soul mate in whom you always will
dreams that hold you together
like the magic dust of a fairy tale
through all that comes your way
sharing the last piece of pizza
watching a favourite movie…again
steamy showers and hot coffee for two
dancing well into tomorrows dawn
the ectasy of hearing the soft whisper
I love you…only you…ven aqui
IRISH
Categories:
proofed, lovelove,
Form:
Free verse