Best Ravings Poems
I lie and watch the clouds go by;
the birds flying high…
wondering if Batman and Robin, Spiderman,
or Superman was once a kid like me.
Did they ever doubt what they
would grow up to be?
I pretend with my sister that I am
Spiderman…
Climbing walls and jumping from
my bed, finding a plan,
to set her free
showing her the hero in me.
I rescue the dog, from my little brother,
when his ears get yanked…
then I’m bathed with lots of kisses
and I know I’m thanked.
Did Batman have a little brother,
to inspire…
or did Robin have a big brother
to admire?
No denying Superman was the toughest
in my belief.
Muscles of steel could stop the meanest
thief.
Flying all around the world
never getting tired,
he was the hero who my dad admired.
Stopping trains saving ladies in distress,
climbing walls swinging from buildings
regardless…
of criminal ravings.
These are the heroes I have grown
to love;
and the hero in me is all of the above…
Copyright © 2008 By Caryl S. Muzzey
This was written for my four year old grandson who is simply crazy about spiderman.
Categories:
ravings, childrenhero, Grandson,
Form:
Rhyme
She plunks down a plate of egg rolls
Man, oh man, do these greasy pieces of heaven take tolls
On my heart, dear Mama
Shows me love with food piled on tables that never end
Iced tea, Pho, spaghetti, rice and pork chops
Sternly setting bowls down in front of you and encouragin’
To take pieces of buttery garlic bread and mop it up
Love, bestowed upon us in showers of peppered chicken
Spending hours in the kitchen
To prove some affection
In saucers of soy sauce and dumplings that went on for miles
She’d put adoration in soup, spicy reflections
Of passionate motherly love
Mama, she never smiled
Unless someone complimented her style, the swagger
Of her intimate cooking skills, the way she swung her dagger
Of specialties, killing hunger, cravings
All her meals ending with ravings
Of the best kind
Scraped knees and broken hearts are cured with warm chocolate cake, suede
Smooth, mending them better then when they were made
Mama shows fondness through ice cream and steak
Warm dinner plates
Her “I Love You” was a big portion of lasagna
Nobody says “I Love You” better then my Mama
Categories:
ravings, family, mother, love,
Form:
Free verse
To Be A Poet, Oft Strong Commands Come At Night
Oh, gawd- comes raging middle of the night
This horrid current, rise up and now write
An electric jolt, firing through me bones
Of new fortress looming, huge granite stones
And that tingle surging from old waking soul
As pagan's carving of a totem pole
Words spilling out from a resistant heart
Pen and paper screaming, hurry let's start!
Stumbling amidst and across dim-lit room
Word flowing from life or else dreaded doom
Splash, splash as ink and paper newly wed
Old verses, that a spirited mind said
Some few flavored with Shakespearean awe
Other's cuttings from old lumberjack's saw!
And I, vessel to set these ravings down
Of love, a princess in her golden gown
Dancing slowing across a ballroom floor
One never knows what else comes through that door!
Robert J. Lindley, Nov. 2nd 1978
Rhyme,
( When Poetry Forces A Poet To Wake Up And Write )
Categories:
ravings, addiction, art, creation, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh, latest iPad, may I hang thee,
From the nearest garden tree!
A Grinch, thou art and nothing more.
Causing me, endless problems galore!
As always, Safari is to blame?
Almost a tune, that puts me to shame.
Why is it I , who is always at fault?
I dream of joyful days of saddleshoes
and malts.
Of humanity speaking, face to face.
And of being social, was of no disgrace!
Typewriters and mail, oh how I love!
This electronic age, hardly hand in my glove.
I miss the aroma of fresh, pencil shavings.
Thus goes, my off the wall nightly ravings.
People no longer look at the beauty of one
another.
Pasty- faced countenances adoring their beloved,
electronic other !
A ghost faced, global society?
Which dreams a worthless vaccine
can save humanity?
I despise propopganda with my entire being.
And on our devices, is all right we are seeeing.
9/30/2021
Categories:
ravings, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Am I living a delusion, for I have
a mania, a verbo grapho obsession
oh yes, I have a fixation
for words and writing . . .
sometimes I am wrapped in melancholia
free-floating in strangeness
euphoria is when I am writing necro
unhinged, perhaps
maybe
I just have this urge to pen death
after all death has been my best friend
since forever it seems . . .
but in general
this writing madness is my daily thirst
I must feed my passion
my compulsion, my ravings
in nature I get lost in my mind
I have a fancy for flowing streams
and quiet forests
where birds sing insanity . . .
my ink must fall on white daily
or I am sure madness will invade
oh, lunacy may not be far off
oh, that is silly
these fits of mania are just
the hunger and need of
a writer . . .
___________________
October 20, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/Feeding My Passion
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9511-76-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest , A Stunner 2017
Sponsor, Line Gauthier
Second Place
__________________________
Written for the contest, Mania
Sponsor Lewis Raynes
NA
Categories:
ravings, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
If I were a fly on the wall.
I'd dwell in the government hall.
I'd observe all their ravings and rants.
As they determine the fate of the ants.
As they squabble, and bicker, and fight.
Their conclusions, all born of pure spite.
They march straight along party lines.
While the futures of bugs are defined.
They care not of hardships they'll bring.
When the worker bee's forced to sting.
But they'll regret, from their conscience, they strayed.
As the dung beetle rolls them away.
Categories:
ravings, political
Form:
Rhyme
Once again it's that time of year.
The time that we've all come to fear.
They take every dime,
It's tax season time
And poverty's getting so near.
All year I try to scrimp and save
And with spending habits to behave.
They snatch my savings
Despite my ravings.
Depression makes my spirits cave.
No matter how much you have paid
Your hope for a refund will fade
When forms are revised.
You'd best be advised
They really want ALL that you've made.
for Carolyn's "taxing time" contest
Francine Roberts 29/01/2011
Categories:
ravings, funny, politicaltime,
Form:
Limerick
You who transcend the shallow depths
Of commercial rants and ravings
You who labour, out of love
To satisfy your honourable cravings
Though some of you have fallen
At the alter that you serve
And further true, that so few of you
Have found what you deserve
For to be what you are and not what you aren't
To produce what it is and not what it wasn't
Is your only sin, your only failing
The muse of 'The Label', a banshees wailing
In your depths of despair, the weak and the strong
In your gardens of Eden your towers of song
Stay true my friends, transfixed in thought
Creative in your vision
Let not the chains of commerce
Bend your knees, in indecision
To work for pay, is not your way
Be paid for work you're doing
Enrich the World, with poem and song
Though that be your undoing
For to be what you are and not what you aren't
To produce what it is and not what it wasn't
Is your only sin, your only failing
The muse of 'The Label', a banshees wailing
In your depths of despair, the weak and the strong
In your gardens of Eden your towers of song
Categories:
ravings, corruption, dedication, poets, song,
Form:
Rhyme
Ladies and Gentlemen, good folks gather round!
What I have here to show you is worth every pound.
It will soothe your dry bunions, seal your canoe,
Moisten your leather, and stretch your shampoo.
At my own huge expense, from India to thee,
The famous, spectacular, Big Jumbo’s Ghee!
I’ve used it as wheel lube from here to Mumbai.
It can quiet your babies at night when they cry.
It can mollify itching from poisonous plants.
It will ease the infirm of their ravings and rants.
No sir, not a swindle, this is no evil boast.
You can even put Ghee on your pancakes and toast!
Just so, Sambo travelled from hamlet to town,
Selling his Ghee; a half-cup for a pound.
Word spread like wildfire, for this was no hoax.
Just a golden-brown product that’s good for all folks.
He lived very simply, for Sambo was blessed.
And sent home his millions so Mumbo could rest!
5/30/17
For the contest “Little Black Sambo by Helen Bannerman”.
Sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
Categories:
ravings, work,
Form:
Rhyme
Bragg's just an ass, a poor leftist stooge
Bought for in full by the Soros machine,
Why target me when he knows he will lose
His obvious intentions malicious and mean.
As to that Stormy, a vixen indeed,
She's now named me ‘Tiny’ can't clearly be true,
Her one claim to fame fueled by greed
The day I first met her is the day I now rue.
But let them come on these little red ants,
For they fail to see that if their venom may sting
Their incredible ravings and irascible rants
Provide the real juice to make my fans sing.
In chorus the cry my name in support
The Trump flags unfurled throughout this great land,
Denouncing the wrongs of my reign cut so short,
Making it known where each of them stand.
I've said it before but I'll say it again,
They stole what was mine for the very last time,
But this go around I'll make it quite plain
Whatever they throw will fade just like slime.
Categories:
ravings, allegory, anger, humor, political,
Form:
Quatrain
THE DISAPPEARING ACT
Been a while since you left for Dubai
You said to me, ‘it’s not that mbali’
You would soon be right back
And my bags I could start to pack
Swing low, Sweet Cheruiyot!
I gave to you all my savings
Had to ignore all my pals ravings
You were off to make some money
Coming back to be my honey
Swing low, Sweet Cheruiyot!
Very soon will be baby’s birthing
I feel so anxious in this my bedding
Guys now starting to ask hard query
‘When’s he coming, this unseen daddy?’
Swing low, Sweet Cheruiyot!
Why haven’t you called, my dark Raven?
Take me away to that Arabian haven
Please come back to carry me home
Stop me moping like an empty dome.
Swing low, Sweet Cheruiyot.
Categories:
ravings, boyfriend, depression,
Form:
Light Verse
She introduced herself to the staff as their new vice-principal.
It was not the truth,
Not quite a lie yet either.
In truth, she had
Warned the principal
She was after his job.
The principal did not get to choose
His own staff, and human resources
Had hired and sent him this
maladroit interloper in July.
He knew her quite well by the
Time the rest of the staff arrived
In August.
She was rapidly labelled an
unwelcome fussbudget. In
hours the staff knew to stay away from
her in droves, not listening
to her ravings or keen suggestions
for improvement on their inept performances.
Her most confident area, of course was self-confidence.
She had it in oodles and arches,
And she displayed it
With the skill of
a clumsy peacock, holding an exceptionally casual bull horn.
The last they heard her about her, she had complained to HR that her frustration level was through the roof, they were boobs, and she was leaving.
A little celebration good-bye party was held in her honor two weeks after she left
at the principal's house.
Now who forgot to invite her?
Categories:
ravings, funny, school, work,
Form:
Free verse
Any bereavement
Needs a shoulder to lean its head on
I sing of you
Rosencrantz
Good friend of Hamlet the hero
To you he poured out his ravings and deliriums
You tried to keep his mind safe
To lead him back to his quiet, warm life
From the whirlpool of the nightmare
Where his father's ghost had drawn him
Can a world succeed without you?
I sing of you
Rosencrantz
Good friend and foundation of heroes
Categories:
ravings, dedicationfriend,
Form:
III-Jana
Four months following Marie’s conviction,
Jana walked calmly into the prison,
there to see her former sister-in-law,
doing twenty years for sale and possession.
She had a purpose she needed to see through,
Jana had to see Marie and tell her,
so she lied and said that they were engaged,
so they could get the conjugal trailer.
When they brought Marie in, clad in orange,
her eyes lit up at the sight of her friend,
she cried,”Jana, I don’t belong in here!
I’ve done nothing, and yet I’m in the penn!"
“I’ve no idea where those drugs came from,”
she declared as she slumped in the chair.
Said Jana,”There’s no mystery in that.
It was I who put the cocaine there.”
Marie nearly choked, too stunned to speak,
barely managing to croak out a “Why?”
Jana said,”Well, it’s really quite simple,
you are the true reason that my brother died.
“Did you think I ever would forget
what you did to him in that court room?
How you lied and called him an abuser,
when you knew damn straight that it wasn’t true!
“Robby didn’t have a violent bone,
everyone knew that you wore the pants,
you could have just divorced him and gone,
there was no reason to destroy the man!
“And then you go and explain that you left
because Robby didn’t make enough cash?!
For richer or poorer…a joke to you,
you really should not have told me that.
“Your children will be raised by my parents,
who set a far better example than you.
Couldn’t let you go guide their upbringing,
they’d probably turn out evil too!
“You took my brother away from us all,
and you left my poor parents deep in tears,
for that I sentence you to two decades
of living all of your waking moments in fear.
“And don’t think about repeating all this,
in this trailer they cannot listen in.
They’ll believe it the ravings of a scumbag,
desperate to escape her great sins—”
At this post Marie leapt for Jana’s throat,
but Jana swiftly leapt up and jumped back,
she shouted loudly,”Guards’! She’s gone crazy!”
They rushed on in and broke up the attack.
While they subdued Marie there on the floor,
Jana quickly exited the whole scene,
and allowed herself a vengeful smile
at the sound of Marie’s mad, futile screams.
Categories:
ravings, anger, dark, divorce, family,
Form:
Narrative
Listen to what the man has SAID
Religion is just more or less DEAD
Sir Elton is singing the BLUES
He wants to share with everyone this tragic NEWS
The conclave is not doing -HIT
"Jesus was so full of IT"
Dance to the ravings of a Honky Tonk MAN
Who likes to eat Doritos as fast as he CAN
"The World is close to wwIII-
God,I'm afraid,does nothing for ME"
Reginald DWIGHT wants to show us the LIGHT
"Throw away your Bible but put on my cd TONIGHT"
Heed the words of the Crododile ROCK:
"The Pope of Today,his messages are merely CROCK-
Embrace the new way,courtesy of Topin and ME
This is your preacher,Elton John..
many thanks to Cincinati WKRP
Categories:
ravings, funny, parody, philosophy,
Form:
Light Verse