Best Rip Up Poems
You’re in Palm Springs, not much to do
But golf and get some sun
Hop on a cart, still almost dark
Get out and have some fun
Line up your shot, you’re feeling hot
You try hard not to push
But half the time, like you were blind
It ends up in the bush
You curse and swear like no one’s there
Dig up a chunk of dirt
You hit a house, feel like a louse
Thank God no one was hurt
You hack around, rip up the ground
The hole seems ’way too small
You miss your shot and swear a lot
This is no fun at all
Every shot’s worse than the last
No matter how you try
They don’t go where you want them
It makes you wanna cry
Your buddies laugh, you stand and chaff
You ask them what’s so funny
They grin and say, “Looks like today
You owe us lots of money”
Finally when you make a shot
You think you’re getting hotter
You rip the next shot long and hard
Straight into the water
Every shot makes someone smile
Somehow it’s never you
A foursome comes up from behind
Asks if they could play through
You shank and pull you slash and slice
You finally get around
The only part that you enjoy
Is when you’re homeward bound
You practice ‘til the sun goes down
Determined not to fail
The more you try the worse it gets
You just groove your slash and flail
Today I had a real good day
I’m happy as could be
Had lots of fun, me and my Hon
Stayed home and watched TV
At the end of the finishing line,
a deep grouchy voice thunders in my ears
and said, “Welcome home”.
I stepped on the green carpeted grass
and gazed at the slender bushy trees
waving peacefully in the hot summer breeze.
Happy squirrels scampering along
and merry birds singing happy songs.
But the moment swiftly fades and the
tormenting sound of fire trucks sirens chimed in
Trash less garage truck put on masquerading scenes
and empty school buses appear on every corner
performing a deceptive drama.
I gazed across the horizon and drowned out
the intimidating sounds in America’s streets.
Instantaneously a hand touched me
I reached out and held on
but surprisingly it disappears.
I held on tightly clinging to something that was not there.
Bequeathed by a mysterious will
my mind glides up a gigantic hill
shades of wonders, throngs of danger
could not stopped god's destined will.
With hand clasped and eyes closed
I whisper a prayer for my compelling soul.
I tried to detached but it kept coming back.
Something bigger than faith kept me going
more profound than hope itself
It absorbs my innate being
and laden me with mystical dreams.
Weighing heavily upon throbbing heart
It was strong enough to melt my spiritual thoughts.
Thousand of them stand in the midst of the crowd
but only one I could make out.
That one gambled with my heart
Stretched my bone and pull my marrow apart
unmindful of the wounds it caused
smiling at me without an infinite thought.
most powerful and most worthy
Yet strong enough to rip up my aching heart.
©2013 Christine Phillips
Try to sustain yourself on truth if you can,
but your noble aim will quickly come to naught.
Life is bitter, and so too are the actions you must take,
and they require skills that can't be taught.
Only the honest try to blind others, for they keep,
within their breasts a spark of life as it must be.
And they will burn from the fire they protect,
knowing that others never wished to see.
But you cannot afford the truth as they,
so burrow down within your very heart,
rip up the thistle that is reality,
and you will find yourself right at the start.
Two paths to take, but only one will do.
Fool yourself, and pain cannot break through.
Written for "The Jester" contest, sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
We see but grey where once was green
As bulldozers now scrape,
Turning a joyful rural scene
Into joyless landscape.
The area was green-belt land
With forest and pasture
But as our numbers still expand
We will invade nature.
And so that farmland must give way
To high profit housing.
Farming that land has had its day.
Let the plunder begin.
First rip up each ancient hedgerow,
Take living loam away.
Make space for luxury homes to go.
The wildlife then must stray.
Nests and burrows can play no part
As man now owns this space.
The construction work now can start
And big profits then chase.
Soon building projects in full swing.
The stream that filled the pond
Diverted to concrete piping
In culvert underground.
Aquatic habitats destroyed.
Frogs, toads and newts homeless.
Many wildlife species now void.
But man could not care less.
Buddy was ripping up stuffed animals
Paw over paw, tail over head
Making sure to rip off their eyes
Tearing out filling, making them dead.
I was buying the expensive dog toys at first.
Later discovered he would rip up second hand too.
So bought used stuffies from a resale store.
Side by side, he would eliminate two.
While shaking a sleeping bear, he started to care.
He began carrying this one around, loving it instead.
It has a recording, plays the Lay Me Down to Sleep Prayer.
Buddy now sleeps with this little bear under his head.
My poetry is normally thought provoking that its insane
Word rhyming that can rip up the direct thought line in the brain
Words so hard they concrete steel bars locking on the mind with chains
Words bleeding that they mentally leave thought with stains
Writing my life away before I die in a world with no change
I take *****in poetry so serious its my only range of life written about our past experienced death pains
We all going to die someday in someway so we best look for someway in this some kind of day before you lay your head down as you pray past this darkness looking at the sky gray so please Lord help me do something the people can face with the uttermost respect regardless of gender sex or race
because someday we all going to go A Little Crazy in this crazy place.......
Lies within oneself take a toll on the spirit.
Our minds degrade us, takes away any merit.
Never do we realize the loneliness we shape.
Eventually we blame others, with solitudes rape.
Lack of love for us, others, takes control.
I have seen sadness, rip up others soul.
Never underestimate the voices you may hear.
Each of us hears, some do not let them steer.
Sadness can become a disease, within a heart.
Solitude can be destroyed, right from the start.
Bury your guns deep in the sands of time
Break your daggers in half and leave them behind
Unclench you fist and loose your stare of hate
Live in love today before tomorrow comes to late
Masquerade the truth to hide your inner lie
Masquerade your soul and surely you will die
Masquerade freedom and war will increase
Masquerade your cause and live in peace
Masquerade your fear or fall upon your lance
Masquerade the fight and give the world a chance
Disarm your bombs before they suddenly kill
Rip up your message of malice that you daily quill
Douse the fires that you start and burn
Cross the lines of war sign the treaty to overturn
Masquerade the truth to hide your inner lie
Masquerade your soul and surely you will die
Masquerade freedom and war will increase
Masquerade your cause and live in peace
Masquerade your fear or fall upon your lance
Masquerade the fight and give the world a chance
Sheath your sword before your heart turns cold
Break down your divided walls and simply grow old
Sink your ships and swim to your homes shore
Return to a clear young mind like we all had before
Masquerade the truth to hide your inner lie
Masquerade your soul and surely you will die
Masquerade freedom and war will increase
Masquerade your cause and live in peace
Masquerade your fear or fall upon your lance
Masquerade the fight and give the world a chance
Broke the bank yesterday on my brand new ride,
Bright midnight blue with golden yellow sides,
Bringin’ it home for me and my baby to drive;
Breakin’ outa here.
Can’t let the bad boys take us alive;
Ride, ride, ride...
Bad boys are rippin’ up this rundown town,
Ridin’ ‘round in Fairlaines bringing everybody down.
I take my baby’s hand in the early dawn, she smiles and hides a yawn,
We’re gonna take a ride ‘round these dusty old streets.
We’re gonna feel the heat.
Ride, ride, ride...
We gotta rev it up in this rundown town;
We gotta cut it loose before we set it on down.
Break outa here.
Run.
We gotta ride on outa this falling down town,
Gotta rip up the air before we put her back down,
Cause there ain’t much goin’ in this broken down town,
Breakin’ outa here,
Just half a mile of heartache sittin’ around.
Run, run, run...
Punch it.
And we gotta ride on outa this broken down town,
We’re gonna lose our souls if we settle on down,
We’re gonna drown.
We gotta rev it up in this rundown town;
We gotta cut it loose before we set it on down.
We’re gonna lose our souls if we settle on down.
Breakin’ outa here
Before we crash and drown.
Run, run, run...
[Based on Elton John's 'One Horse Town']
So sick, ashamed, tuke-deh-blaim guilty
And tired of your sarcastic comments that tease me on purpose
Really not an accidental thing in the first place
Crazy talk I do on a daily basis
Aggravated beyond reason and logic and behind-closed-pupils emotions
So afraid to change my mind about breaking up with you and making the mistake of going back together with you
Totally an incomplete work of art from the start...I adored you, Seth Art from the heart...but I'm torn apart - we are opposite isles at Walmart
I claimed and nurtured caring, affectionate sayings and lines of endless blessings and miracles that ended up being cursed and obstacles
Clever, but a deceiver...looks are awfully appealing, but what's in the inside are a billion books...left unread and left for dead instead...left on the literature bed, molding and rusting in pangs of dread that piles up in my head like debt overhead
Chillin like a villain with a tranquil mindset for a change
Oh my word, I will forgive the words you uttered and will utter ASAP
Mesmerized by your love that is for naught
Messed-up in the head mentally and emotionally...happiness and joy, like weeds that were once delight dandelions, distraughtly rot and remotely fought...a frenzied, fired-up fraught as an aftershock of oblivion's ignorance
Elegance turn to hideous results, unless you turn that around by mere coincidence altogether, which will most likely not happen, knowing you very rebellious and an uncompromising, headstrong head that is robust - but, break, it must
Never flawless and willing it all away...these thunder and rain bolts
Truly, you better not shoot me down or I'll bite the bullet and rip up that gown of galore glory and gracious glamor displayed dazzlingly, non-drastically projected on screens of hope strings that won't snap off by the single snip of the sensuous, shapeless scissors
Sanity's lines come into play the moment the insanity lies on the paper and not on my scraggly soul again...refrain from pouring your vermillion drizzle upon us and naturally, slip inside the same bumpy, rowdy bus with us for a time...there's no need to hide, subside, cuss or fuss
Read last year's diary
Ridiculous targets.
Regime for dieting
Recipes for weight loss
Resounding disaster
Reach for more chocolate!
Rip up aims for next year
Realise they're futile!
Got wrinkles on my hands
Been there then that
Got nowhere else to go
And nothing less to show
Got bunion on my feet
Been walking them there streets
Corns rubbing gainst my shoes
I've done paid my dues
Went from Selma to Washington
Mr. Man got me on the run
My soul cries out for freedom
Got old feet, crows feet
Got toe nails like a knife
Just short of being rip up and sliced
My socks are worn holey and torn
And nothing less to sow, been walkin fer miles
Done already raised my child
Is married and just me and my wife on the road
Walkin them there streets
Holes burning in my shoes
Got plenty to eat
Toe jam tween my toes
Nothing good as those
Gonna walk it off walk a mile
I've done paid my dues
Make 38 cents and hour cleaning Mr. Cheney's toilets
Been down so long been prayed up and on
I've don there paid my dues
Got nothing more to lose got old feet
Got old feet
07/06/15
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology 2015 UNO Poetry to Bridge Generations"
Weep no more
Cover your sore.
Don't let them know
It pains you so.
You have cried for too long
But I know that you are strong.
Oh! My cup is bitter!
Wake up from your nightmare
And let others share
Of your innocence lost
But bestial satisfaction of their lust
Oh! My flesh is weak!
What madness, what depravity
What sickness, what insanity
Could have led you to kill
Make activity become still?
Oh! Even meek Azzo became a victim!
But arise o my Sierra Leone!
You are not alone!
Rip up your mourning garments
Receive the sacraments
God will return!!!!!!!
THE LYNX
That black cat, I spy - he licks the puppet all over.
The fox’s red fur feels not the imposition nor
the puppetmaster’s paw, but the red fox,
my prey, feels the crunch of its bones, insanity bleeds,
after the toilsome run from my teeth.
My teeth chatter, cold and cruel, terribly hungry
to rip up a carcass, to chow down
a soul. I eat the meat raw.
Its blood is my foundation -
I powder my nose. The cries of my prey
with stuffing and gravy. Yes, let’s do
Thanksgiving. Like me, the black cat
defiles a fox. We are both satisfied.
Wait! Where are you going?
Why can't I come?
If you leave me now I'll do
something dumb
I really don't mean to be such a
grouch
But if need be I'll rip up the
couch
You better listen I'm not fooling
around
Unless you want toilet paper all
over the ground
To go with that paper you know
what I'll do?
You guessed it mister, I'll even
leave poo
I'll get in the garbage, I'll tear
it all up
I'm not going to take it, oh no
not this pup
I'll bark and I'll bark and make
such a noise
An incredible racket that no one
enjoys
So really you see you don't
have a choice
In my world honey, you don't
have a voice
I am the master and always will
be
so go get my ball, you're taking
me