Best Rec Poems
My curfew according to my mom is, “before the sun goes down!”
She never gives me the time to meet with friends and hang around
My dad on the other hand lectures me in Korean
He still doesn’t realize that I literally cannot understand him
He might as well be talking in Japanese and his english is ‘berry weak’
These are the reasons why we don’t really speak
Dinner’s always the same, no taco Tuesday or leftover Monday involved
Every meal is eaten with rice- but one time we had mashed pot- just kidding that’s never happened at all
Brown rice, white rice, skinny rice, fat rice, guess we got some variety there
Mom says, “Be grateful, there are starving children everywhere”
Come to think of it, a family meal at McDonald’s is something we’ve never had
Guess that means all my meals are very sad
Neither parent wants to give me the independence that I need
But I won’t complain for I’m afraid mother will hit me
Like a bird I want to explore the world
But my strict Korean parents clipped my wings- they might be disturbed
So I spend my time visualizing the world through the T.V.
Never had cable cause cable’s ‘not pree’
Netflix is what I got, a blessing I love having
Bob’s Burgers, Parks & Rec, and The Office keep me laughing
My mom finds it annoying, my dad doesn’t get the puns
He’s always asking me how people sitting in an office can make me laugh so much
On another note, high school parties, are wild and pretty cray
I wouldn’t know, I’ve never gotten an invite, but my parents would never let me go anyways
I check the snapchats of my friends, they’re out bowling at 1:35 am
If it weren’t for my parents, then I would be out with them
No matter what I do, my parents just can’t see
That they’re Kim Jong Un and I’m a helpless North Korean trying to break free
Categories:
rec, childhood, humor, metaphor, mom,
Form:
Free verse
The rec was where we dug sandy tunnel dens
in danger of collapse.There I fired my catapult
on a group of three children some distance away
as I hid behind a willow tree
not far from the passage leading in.
The straightness and speed of the stone
surprised me. It struck a young girl
on her spine, someone unknown,
and as she swung her left hand back
to clutch at her pain I ducked to hide
and slunk aside in the shadow of the trees.
They did not see me as they turned.
I think of it now with shame.
There was no reason.
Much older, as I walked alone across a parking lot
in upstate New York someone took a shot
at me from a window of nearby apartments.
The bullet pinged the lamp post near my head
and I turned to scan the windows from where it must have come, but saw no one.
There was no reason.
Categories:
rec, growing up, sorry,
Form:
Free verse
The movers came to clean out my house,
And said to one another
“Let’s remove ALL the furniture!
The baby carriage and accessories
have served their purpose.
That old stuff is nothing but clutter now.
Don’t let the mother see us
take everything out.
She might want to save her heirlooms:
uterus, cervix, tubes and ovaries.
They really must go,
and it’s better to move them all at once.
Let’s make it quick.
We’ve got other cleaning jobs today, too.”
My baby’s room is empty.
The movers sealed off the space and left.
Where did my baby furniture go?
Was it handled with utmost care?
Will it be reused or recycled?
As owner for decades,
why did I believe their “better out than in”
prevention strategy and problem-solving remedy?
Who decided that I could live
without furniture anyway?
Will that area of my house shrink
for lack of occupancy?
Will the vacuum bring ecstasy, grief or pain?
Will the plumbing to my bathroom expand?
Hist er rec to me!
Does anyone understand why the head of my house
grapples with questions at hand?
Categories:
rec, betrayal, confusion, depression, grief,
Form:
Free verse
Remember the days
Remember the days before mobiles,
Laptops and Internet not born,
Made up our own entertainment,
Today, our youngsters would scorn.
Without Xbox or Play station gaming,
What would our children, do for their fun?
I played out, all kinds of weather,
Cricket on the Rec’, Tag, or bicycle run.
Today’s TV has 3 hundred channels,
Watch Sky Movies and Netflix all day.
Our Television had only three stations,
Black & White, with a box on to pay.
Tablets with Wi-Fi and Kindle on fire,
Facebook & Twitter, texting by phone.
Our talking was done person to person,
Not something done, all on your own.
Perhaps lives today are much better,
New generations evolve, this won’t change.
Spare a thought though, for a time long ago,
If you could go back, life would seem strange
Categories:
rec, childhood, humor, memory, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
I have seen lines
all sought of lines
I have seen de horizon
under de sky, a sun ray as it plays-
I have seen majestic mountain ridge
with there geometric scribe
I have also seen
a cloud silver line as it smiles
these represent creation finest
babylines supersede creation finest
upon de creator’s face it let a smile rest
Babylines
it tears her side for gentleness
it mark her breast for suddleness
it rips her stomach
showing earth is her hammock
and pierce her legs for attentiveness
Babylines
it supersedes creation finest
upon de creator’s face it let a smile rest
ladies step with grace
babylines never try to erase
it represents kings, queens, teachers inventors,
doctors and even our saviour
babylines are de mark and approval
of de creator’s fingers for de growth
and education of the nations.
Babylines
it tears her side for gentleness
it mark her breast for suddleness
it rips her stomach
showing earth is her hammock
and pierce her legs for attentiveness
Babylines
it supersedes creation finest
upon de creator’s face it let a smile rest
Ladies – oil them up and let them shine
know that, they are creation finest wine
don’t get upset
thinking it ganna ruin your rec
if your man don’t like them
tell them to step
babylines have the creator’s respect.
Babylines
it tears her side for gentleness
it mark her breast for suddleness
it rips her stomach
showing earth is her hammock
and pierce her legs for attentiveness
Babylines
it supersedes creation finest
upon de creator’s face it let a smile rest.
Categories:
rec, caregiving, love, uplifting, education,
Form:
Spring's luster is dewed anew each morning
While Summer moods doom fear of Winter's cost.
'Til Fall, the redness sender gives us warning
That soon Winter's spider redips its web of frost.
Spring's flower is a sire wolf fang piercing ground.
Summer's sunburn warming is a sign I'm raw.
Fall's arrival now is sensuousness I won in beauty crowned
In swirling blizzard, was it a boreal aerobat I saw?
Awaken Spring. A sleeper as late petals are peels to bloom.
So enrobe, Summer. A harem muse borne upon winds is nicer
Than rot aroma inward drawn. I am orator of Fall's perfume.
Winter rec. It's a lyre (vanilla). All in a very last icer!
10.12.18
Contest: Palindromes II
Note: each line progresses one season and each stanza is a year.
Categories:
rec, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
BY
Tony Adamo (February 3, 12)
Gospel testifying soul burn’n and funk bumpn’
The chitlin circuit, funky nite clubs and low pay
JB came up with a jazzified innovation of funk laid out on a foundation of R&B, soul, innovative, revolutionary organic funk built on JB’s backwoods feel for soul power/
His new exciting funk brought dancin’ and partying back to the streets baby with his million sellers on the record charts/
With his no nonsense and take no prisoner dance steps on stage, with his throw back jack the funk is back/ with his off the music radar chillin’ technique of yellin’, screamin’, moanin’ soul funkin trance of a voice burnin up the airwaves with/ “I Feel Good” and “Papa’s got a Brand New Bag,” “Cold Sweat”
Bridge:
People get up, get up on the JB yeahhhh
He’ll have you dancin’ dancin on the good foot
James Brown workin’ his ahh sex machine
Oh Yeh, We’re gonna have a funky good time wellll
Gota get up Gota get up heyy
Gota get up now wellll
Gota get up
Gota get up
Get up wellllllll
In ’56 JB hooked up with Sid Nathan of King Records and Soul Brother #1 took shape morphing into the globetrotting suitcase full of funk tones,/ THE GODFATHER OF SOUL and later into the hardest workin’ man in show biz/
Gimme that James Brown sound rec executives were yellin’
Sly Stone, Tower of Power, Earth Wind and Fire, The Ohio Players, War,Michael Jackson, Prince, the Fatback Band, just to name a few owe their sound to James Brown
Bridge:
Gota get up gota get up
Get up get up wellll
People gota gota get up now
Hip Spoken Word from Tony Adamo's Miles of Blu CD
Categories:
rec,
Form:
Lyric
I do foolish things
when I'm blue
when I'm sad
and missing you
I do foolish things
like dancing all night
foolish things
drinking everything in sight
foolish things
shopping til I drop
foolish things
somehow, I cannot stop
doing foolish things
when I'm blue
when I'm sad
and missing you
I do foolish things
watching ‘parks & rec' all night
foolish things
drinking coffee until daylight
foolish things
dragging friends on crazy romps
foolish things
somehow I cannot stop
doing foolish things
when I'm blue
when I'm sad
and missing you
I do foolish things
acting like spring breakers
foolish things
herpy-dirping strangers
foolish things
acting like some whack-job
foolish things
but somehow I cannot stop
doing foolish things
when I'm blue
when I'm sad
and missing you
I do foolish things
making badong decisions
foolish things
I'm in an awkweird position
foolish things
I've begun precrastinating
foolish things
a change is indicated
so come back soon
cause when you do
there are foolish things
I want to do with you
foolish things
foolish things
crazy foolish things
foolish things
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Songs for this:
We're All Alone by Kennedy Ryon
Another Man's Jeans by Ashe
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A Christmas platlist - because there's 12 days til Christmas!!
daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_16.mp3
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slang
badong = bad / wrong
herpy-dirping = saying silly or outrageous things to strangers for effect.
awkweird = combination of 'awkward' and 'weird'.
precrastinating = procrastinating before procrastinating
Categories:
rec, boyfriend, education, emotions, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Obituary
The following notice recently appeared in the Toad Suck Monthly News Express. The management apologizes for the tardiness of its publication:
Ms. Villonia Beebe has passed away,
She was Toad Suck's most famous attraction.
Born May 26, 1900,
Died May 26, 2023,
A century plus of pert near continuous action.
She was born and raised in Arkansas,
And lived most of her life in the Hollows.
Beauty queen at eleven,
Mother of seven,
Her children are listed as follows:
Homer, Jr. joined a sex cult in 1951;
Jasper's an internet parson;
Bobby Lee had a small part in "Nuns on the Run";
Hank's doing 20 for arson;
Tabby's on welfare, with three kids of her own,
And another one due any day;
Ruth is a madam in Juneau or Nome;
And Jolene works with Cirque du Soleil.
Homer, Sr., her husband, had a nice little still
Where he kept corn likker a-brewin'.
His body was found one day in the swamp,
Looked like the hogs had got to him.
Louetta Buford, her friend, who discovered the corpse,
Said, "Vee's countenance could not have been calmer."
The coroner noted she was so full of 'shine,
He doubted he'd have to embalm her.
Funeral services will be held on Saturday at the On the Seventh Day He Rested Cause He Was Plum Wore Out Evangelical Baptist Church. A potluck covered dish reception to follow in the church Rec Hall.
Categories:
rec, humor, obituary,
Form:
Ballad
Man's thirst for riches caused this unnatural disaster....
Innocent creatures and the environment paid the awful price.
Prevention not reparation must rule endeavors.
rec HM in Sijo contest
entered for Sijo contest
Categories:
rec, sea
Form:
Sijo
The constant rattling of chains,
Has been known to drive a man insane.
The steady clink of closed cell doors.
Voices filled with rage echoes down corridors.
Guards using night sticks banging off bars.
Menacing eyes looking out windows wish on a star.
Crys are heard into the night.
You can hear the pain and blows from a one sided fight!
The rec-yard is a mental escape
Information is passed about the latest victim of a gang rape.
Weights being lifted, basketball being played.
This is the time you carry your homemade blade!
The noises of prison life are frightening at times.
And yet a lot of us suffer for petty crimes!
Categories:
rec, loss, places, sad
Form:
Sonnet
Fibre pen skitter of construct ...
processing
this british Bullday Verse.
Tearing Back // Forth thin
veil of invention .
Held Aloft by these very eyes
and so very sight .
IMPORTANT! ya hear !
Egoes intent reporting the inkstain ,
Form thru thought's out
REC knock on
beings drift of time ; spaced empty repetition.
Story's arcing over silver street
... exchange ...
All small talk synopsis ,
ticking by his signature face , Mark
of backbone bic ; Petrified lace
relaying all opinion , flaw's deep set shuffle .
Language game wells simply
"I'm just saying"
Categories:
rec, art, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
Joe Doakes packed a pistol for protection
Tucked away in his pants, 'scaped detection --
Had a girl named Meg
Who flashed him some leg --
Joe's pistol turned into an e-rec-tion
Categories:
rec, girlfriend, sexy,
Form:
Limerick
If you see rhino horns for sale at Walmart
Don't buy one, to save the species must all do our part
But must confess, on my rec room wall
A collection of oddities not that small
Of weird Walmart shoppers' that I recently disarmed
Categories:
rec, surreal,
Form:
Limerick
by Bob Moore © 2019
>>>>
Oh England bloody England, a land 0f Poms and rain
Oh I wish that I could be, back in my England once again
To see my friends and family, and the neighbours I knew well
go rambling o’er the Pennines, walk the moorland, and the fell
Oh England bloody England, though many things have changed
since the day I left you far behind, all those years we’ve been estranged
I think I would still know you, and be happy once again
to see the English countryside, and walk down an English Lane
To see the house where I grew up, see my old school again
remember things, both good and bad, the happiness and pain
to ride our bikes in Manchester’s rain, like days of long ago
play football on the old red rec, with friends I used to know
Oh England bloody England, I never will forget
the good times all those years ago, with family, friends, and yet
My life has been a happy one, in this land across the sea
and I know I never will regret, what my parents did for me.
>>>>
Categories:
rec, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme