Best Ranted Poems
My First Five Poems
Silhouetted against the backdrop of Central Park,
the Black Magic Woman brazenly frolicked in the dark,
"Do you know me?” she cryptically asked,
steel gray eyes peering from behind a gruesome mask.
Agitated and running out of patience and time,
she ranted and raved looking anything but sublime.
Responding to the summons of the eclipsing mid-day sun,
she melted into the mystical tableau that had begun
Emerging naked as the day she was born,
wearing only sprigs of white Baby’s Breath that adorn
her hair, she danced under cover of the darkness at noon,
with wild abandonment before falling into a swoon.
Dazedly, I wondered would I be able to recall this story;
but with useless pen in hand, only blank pages could I see,
as from my mind, she had erased all memories of her and me.
She had deliberately stolen my gift of words that day
leaving me expressionless with nothing to say.
Afflicting me with the accursed spell of writer’s block,
all clues were forgotten, as I struggled to unlock,
the portal to my creative mind, and then
hopefully, unleash my muse to write once again.
While her secrets are still buried deep within the dark gloom,
perhaps, one night it’ll all return with the eclipse of the moon.
*** Note - The titles of my first 5 poems are in bold above: Writer’s Block; Do you know me; The Darkness at Noon; Patience; and Frolicking in the Dark
09-11-2015
Categories:
ranted, dark, fantasy, write,
Form:
Rhyme
Never hid in Jefferson Airplane
Never beat his wife
Never wept on the floor of jail
Never drank his life away
Never ranted on soldiers grave
Never changed his name
Never came back from the dead
Categories:
ranted, art, death, drink, evil,
Form:
Free verse
I cannot say with any certainty
why it came to me, then, there,
but it came to me
unexpected as birth.
The kitchen was bright as the summer
and comfortable as the paving
next to the swimming pool.
Our hosts were pleasant as we were,
the conversation pleasant as our hosts
as pleasant as we were.
Yet somehow it came to me
that there might be a man at the table
unpleasant and angry as life itself,
and somehow it came to me
that he might be me.
I didn't like him much
but I wouldn't dare tell him,
he was far too unpleasant and angry,
I'd seen his kind before.
He was shorter and stouter than I would be
but he might be me.
He was made of muscle and malice
and maybe some contraband too.
He had a mohawk, or something not far off,
they'd not been seen much
in polite society, not yet.
If it was good enough for Mr T
it was good enough for a swaggering bandit
returning from prison, or from the war,
or a crack-house on the fringes of midnight.
He ranted some, he spat it out with relish.
I'm not sure who he ranted at
but he ranted, maybe at everyone.
He may have ranted at me just a little,
perhaps because I let him,
but if you'd met him you would have too.
13th July 2018
Categories:
ranted, birth,
Form:
Free verse
Time waits for no one. Isn’t that great?
If it waited on us, it would end up too late.
We think we’re the master of our time controlled realm,
But Time is the faster man at the helm.
What we witness now is already gone.
When? Where? and How? is the ultimate con.
When we’re young and naïve, we set ourselves up,
For we often believe we can measure the cup.
We sip and we dine never hearing the chime,
Never drawing the line between work and home time.
And what of the child we lose to the hours
Of days and months filed in Time’s secret towers?
We wake to each day. Isn’t it great?
And know we rely on Time’s ceaseless wake.
Take nothing for granted. Time is the king.
It’s what poets have ranted and what we all sing.
Life is for living. Don’t worry about time.
Ask what you’re giving. Hand someone a dime.
Keep hold of your dreams and be sure that you share.
Send loved ones some moonbeams, safe journeys through prayer.
“Time waits for no one” does not have to be
The mantra that traps you, but sets you free.
Categories:
ranted, age, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
Boldly, the hellions appeared.
Riding in one-by-one pointing accusing fingers.
Out of the eerie darkness they rode,
as if from the depths of an abyss, they came.
The first offered a toxic libation.
Lethal words ranted like a preacher
hurled like fire and brimstone.
A tenebrous warning as time runs out...
"Mothers keep your children at your knee.
Soon the world will dwell in misery!"
The next rider arrived as if from Hell.
Tongues of fire from sea and sand
claiming to do the Piper's bidding.
Another poisonous drink he poured
with the message that leaders lie.
'Do not defy Hell's commands!"
They come on wheels of Dharma
from the Darkside of Aquarius,
breathing fire across the world
that no amount of water can douse.
Without hesitation, the third rider appeared,
invading peaceful dreams of some
that turned into morbid nightmares,
and the stark reality that his mission
was the submission of men to kill their brothers.
Rider four from hell patiently waited his turn
then said wars were games of religious fools.
His words scared superstitions minds
a tool he used when his tongue was on an acid trip.
They come on wheels of Dharma
from the Darkside of Aquarius,
breathing fire across the world
that no amount of water can douse.
Time is running out to save minds and souls.
Hellriders arrived ahead of the silver surfer.
The wheel will keep moving round and round
until in the end, the truth unfolds.
Based on the Bruce Dickinson song Darkside of Aquarius.
Categories:
ranted, violence, world,
Form:
Narrative
Where can I go.
Following me like the black plague,
Droppings here and there for show.
----let them lie where they fall
after all
who is the big cheese
who is the termite at the top of the hill,
rambling longer, saying less,
worthless krill
having to search out a dying whale
simply to have meaning to it’s existence.
Excess baggage intended solely to take up space.
Tainting the atmosphere with worthless mindless waste.
Floating around with an atmosphere of
“too close for comfort.”
Sad isn’t it.
All the lies.
All the make believe
All the deception of fellow
members who take the truth for granted.
Like the willow, which can only bend so far,
drivel faithfully ranted,
comes to a bitter end
Categories:
ranted, slam,
Form:
Free verse
We used to Communicate, Brainstorm, Debate
but I find you've been quiet and distant, of late.
Just what aren't you Saying? What is the good Word?
To find out, I eavesdropped and here's all that I heard:
You Cheered from the couch for your favorite team,
then Boo-ed twice as loud when they ran out of steam.
You Uttered a curse word with nary a thought,
then you Muttered "I'm sorry" to those in earshot.
You Ordered a drink and took more than a sip,
then Explained to the waiter why there'd be no tip.
You Growled at the dog thinking he'd comprehend,
then you Howled when he bit you, cuz it was pretend.
You Broke the news gently when grandmother died
and Offered condolence when some of us cried.
You Whispered a prayer right before the big game,
then Ranted when they won, cuz they did the same.
You Offered to take the kids out for the day
then Recanted when you found out you'd have to pay.
You Requested a raise and when Boss Man said no,
you Suggested that hell was a place he could go.
You Gossiped about the new guy at the gym,
but Denied it when you were confronted by him.
You have Uttered and Muttered and Whispered and Lied.
You've Lamented, Suggested, Proclaimed and Denied.
You'll talk anyone's ear off with babbling glee,
so I ask - is there something you want to Tell ME?
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Current Contest: Screwed V
Original Contest: Is There Something You Want to Tell Me
07/05/2015
Categories:
ranted, silence, words,
Form:
Rhyme
Had an epiphany today, a realization to my dismay
That I was never evil, despite all the words that I say
I've always questioned the planet, trying hard to understand it
Humans and Gods, Why are we here? I often ranted
If I questioned God, then I must be bad, I believed it
Becoming the serpent, the Devil and the hate I received it
But I was never lost, just wanted to be my own boss
My soul isn't the cost, my spirit can't be simply glossed
I am me, gleefully accept responsibility
For I am but a man trying to be a living diety
My love and words have never meant any harm
I just wanted to be the one to raise the alarm
If our eyes are closed, we aren't legally blind
If our minds are confined, then we aren't one of a kind
No better than cattle, I won't be domesticated
Understanding of oneself can never be underrated
I think I finally made it, to the other side of the shore
A castaway no more, I've opened a new door
Categories:
ranted, change, evil, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
My Cousin Chaos Contest
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Disorderly conduct in the worst degree,
Ella stood up on that ol’ cherry tree,
Lil’ Joey screaming for her to come down,
But she wasn’t ready to jump on the ground.
Auntie Jen came out and heard the chatter,
While cousin Joey ran and got the ladder,
Here came Jeremy, Frankie and Katie,
But Ella wouldn’t stop being a baby!
Down she came with a smirk on her face,
Mommy came out with a look of disgrace,
The cousins ranted and Katie ran to sneak,
It was time to play cousin hide and seek.
The parents mingling and conversing away,
While the kids run around in mad disarray,
“He’s under the couch, no behind the chair!”
We heard Frankie screaming to look over there.
Jeremy in the middle playing play station,
Complete pandemonium causing frustration,
Ella and Katie would rather paint their nails,
When Frankie hangs from the stair side rails.
“Hot dogs and hamburgers are ready kids!”
But the noise and confusion swayed in the midst.
“Why don’t you try to get the cousins to eat!”
Auntie Karen couldn’t get them out of the heat.
Joey jumped in the pool without swimmies,
And who walked over? The little cousin Jimmy!
I swear these kids are cheeper by the dozen,
Welcome to my home, full of chaotic cousins!
Date Written: June 10, 2016
Categories:
ranted, children, confusion, cousin, silly,
Form:
Couplet
My grandson asked if back when I was young
I had ever done anything naughty or wrong
I said shut the door put on listening ears
And Ill tell you a tale of rank shivering fear
One night at midnight I sneaked from my bed
To a neigr knocker fastened a thread
Old Mrs. Murphy, ninety and living all alone
That she was a witch was really well known
I pulled the string and the knocker did bang
Then over the garden wall lithely I sprang
When the old woman limped to the door
Finding nobody there she ranted and swore
Again and again I pulled that on the thread
As over and over tears of laughter I shed
Then the moon clouded and all turned dark
A cold hand of fear icily fingered my heart
A voice rasped lowly filling me with dread
‘I’ve got you now and soon you’ll be dead’
I was then dragged to Mrs. Murphy’s door
Feeling more terrified than ever before
The door was opened I was pushed inside
Nowhere I could run nowhere I could hide
There in the kitchen the old woman sat
Black cloak and hair, black teeth and hat
Our neighbour then sat me down on a chair
The witch held me still with malevolent stare
Pointing long sharp nailed finger I felt the spell
As she spoke of hot flames and rotting in hell
I promised to be good and meant it sincerely
I’ve been good ever since, well almost, nearly
(5th in contest,’Childhood memories’ by Crystal Wilkins)
Categories:
ranted, childhood, life, me, woman,
Form:
Couplet
Alma was a Barracuda, married two times four,
she knew the game, she played so well and never failed to score.
So, when the chance came about to scam a naive Sailor,
she knew she had to do her best to take the drunken whaler.
He told her she would make a fortune taking care of him,
for when he died, there was a prize, though all that seemed so grim.
Alma did not blink an eye or even hesitate,
she took the deal and lead him home to wait, and wait, and wait.
For years he kept on living, amazing her each day.
He must have been one hundred on the eve he passed away.
She shuffled with his papers, searched long throughout the night.
At last, she found "The treasure" to her unashamed delight.
For there upon the table, an envelope did lay.
The seal was stamped, it looked official, she was finally on her way !
She opened it to see her name, her time had come around.
Alas, She was not mentioned on the paper she had found.
For years she'd taken care of him without a word of scorn.
But in the paper came a photo of a tiny, pink, newborn.
To her dismay, she turned it over, this is what she saw,
shocked, she read the note outloud in disbelief and awe.
"To Timmy. my dear and only son, I find myself ashamed,
that never have I seen you, nor given you my name."
"To you, I leave what all I have, you'll find it all recorded,
to only you, no exception, it will be awarded.
It's at the lawyers' office, not far down the street."
"Forgive me son, my sad regret, we will never meet.
P.S. Avoid Ole' Barracuda Alma, all smiles, a greedy type,
She'll snatch the gold out of your teeth, if she thinks the pickin's ripe.
Alma ranted, then she raved,
she cursed him in his cold, dark grave.
He fooled her once and cheated her right to the very end.
"Oh well", she finally whispered,
"There's ALWAYS time for me to find a very new, best friend !
Categories:
ranted, adventure, caregiving, funny, care,
Form:
Rhyme
Lungs that burst
life that escaped
when poor souls rant and ranted more
instead of reciting poetic verse
I pray one day
they find a way
to re-discover kindness I say
sadly, this dream, will never be
Hens and co?cks, birds of a feather
singing on the rudeness tree
Categories:
ranted, art, courage, forgiveness, hilarious,
Form:
Quatrain
I remember, I remember
To be displaced in South Beach Psych Isolation room
I, alone
Four empty walls
Gloom
Otherworldly space most crude.
How would I chase woebegone state... seemed no use
Mouthing off, vexing psych's medicine man
Forthwith he summoned more mean hands.
Found myself in freezing room, so
I had to take a stand
Ranted some
Conjured up my very own plan
So sacred freedom would side with me.
Eyes closed, I saw skylight with halcyon words of love
That tempered emptiness no one should ingest.
I knew I'd be energized with pose-
Scintilla of faith saw me on my knees
Flexed; unraveling moves
I imagined summery cell
Soothing the better of me
Free from cravings for nicotine, you see
For quintessential to my soul, silence
Dissolved gloomy empty walls
And I knew I would emerge fetching
Having warmed cold floors with soft might
That boost reserve.
Need to outsmart the medicine man...
Breathe, carve a master plan.
*
Entry for C.T. "Four Walls" poetry contest
Categories:
ranted, abuse, angst, cheer up,
Form:
Bio
The cowboy he rode on out of the hills
Slumped over his good horse Fred.
Covered in dust, the least of his ills,
Both he and the horse half-dead.
He took a long drink to clear his head,
And felt a shutter, then a long wait,
In the motion of poor Fred’s gate.
He looked back and saw no more foe
No sight of old Mad Dog Giles,
Who’d chased him hard, both high and low
For forty frantic and breathless miles,
Across endless, hardened, desert tile.
Giles had chased, determined to slay
The cowboy who loved a girl in his pay.
Over mountain slopes of broken stone,
Through a canyon of red-hued rock,
Through alkali sinks, scattered with bones,
The Mad Dog his prey had stalked.
The cowboy, his foe, could not out-fox.
But the good horse Fred was the best of steads,
And ran till the other dropped of fatigue.
The cowboy he climbed out of the saddle,
Glad to finally move his own feet.
Fred gave a whinny, the cowboy looked down
At a swollen and bulging knee,
It was broken, he could clearly see.
A flash of rage burned in his soul,
To see the chase’s heavy toll.
The cowboy fumed, ranted, and raged
He’d raised good Fred from birth!
This stallion had taken him ‘cross the range,
Through tall mountains and deserts adverse,
And now he was doomed to the Earth…
His only true friend, would soon be gone
Thanks to a mad man’s temper and imagined wrongs.
He saw no use prolonging the end,
He whispered words and stroked Fred’s face.
The gun quivered in shaky hands,
But the barrel, it found the place.
He squeezed, and Fred met his fate.
The cowboy fell down to his knees,
And roared out loud in agony.
When he rose again his stare was cold,
He made no effort to fool himself.
For the love of a horse, both strong and bold,
He’d sent that damn bastard to hell!
And through time the tales would tell:
That a broken cowboy, driven by wrath
Had made the Mad Dog breath his last…
Categories:
ranted, adventure, anger, death of
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
Bestowed with birthday-benefits* by God Almighty
I offer my gratefulness to Him for His blessings' bounty:
Redemption around His grand providence-security
Triumphant journey toward eternity
Hope of gracious certainty
Days cheered up by His presence-authority
Assurance within His Word's verity
Youthfulness' glow thru His power-tenacity!
Thanksgiving indeed abounding joyously
Hoists my stewardship-pursuits zealously
Anchored by the Holy Spirit constantly
Nourishing and nurturing my soul richly
Kindling my service earnestly
Satisfying me thru His goodness serenely...
Granted with life everlasting's sufficiency
I persevere in pleasing the Lord with faith's fervency
Vowing to honour Him along His preeminence-excellency
Illumined against self-glorification's ephemeral ecstasy;
Now and forever, I express my gratitude devoid of hypocrisy
Giving thanks to loved ones** while praising His mercy.
*Psalm 68:19 Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation.
**Thank you so much for your love-filled greetings, prayer, and gifts during my birthday.
March 11, 2019
Categories:
ranted, appreciation, birthday, christian, faith,
Form:
Acrostic