Best Rumors Poems
Round and round the rumors go
As rumors often do
And each one adds a juicy bit
Of gossip about you
Reputations crumble down
And evil ones rejoice,
but I am lead to stop and think:
Is there a better choice?
When innuendos fly around
Do you take time to say?
“No need to add to pettiness
Let’s drive these words away?”
For I have learned this simple truth
The ones who must malign
Are sometimes those who suffer most
They’re sullied in the grime
In flinging dirt, you will get hurt
You will get dirty, too
So stop the rumors that go round
Let kindness shine on trough.
Eileen Manassian
I've heard rumors of unicorns
Seen only by the faithful sworn
Rising in glories you foretold
From valleys where oceans are born
You spoke of passages in gold
To take, if my vision was bold
Enough to follow where you led
Unquestioning, into the cold
I fell for promises unsaid
Surrendered to you every shred
Of light and beauty I once had
And to your dark delusions wed
We left as sun-blinded nomads
Criss crossing straight lines into plaid
As I remembered what I knew
Truth re-emerged, brightly unclad
I could pretend that red is blue
I could declare my heart stayed true
I could deny the voice of doubt
But I can't lie as well as you
10/09/21
Slushbo was called Pinkie back in the “day”
Boys who dated her said “hip, hip hooray!”
She was daring and dashing, and did many great things.
But never was offered a pretty diamond ring.
That’s okay, she said, when I am old I shall live with cats.
She had the best sense of humor in town of Monkey Flats.
Her family and friends laughed until they cried tears.
She jested and joked, amid all kinds of cheers.
You don’t even like cats, her bestie Matilda said.
I shall live with them all over my house ‘til I’m dead!
The friends both thought it was a clever joke and hilarious.
Fifty years later, Shushbo is a cat-lover-nefarious.
She is a real odd one the neighbors whisper to their kin.
Don’t go to her door, they cautioned, she will not let you in.
She’s a witch, a warlock, a crazy old cat-lady for sure.
They have no idea her heart is golden, incredibly pure.
The ugly old tomcat was feral
Rumors abound that he’s sterile
But when the moon’s high
All the hot kitties sigh
Tease that old boy at your peril
He said she said we did and they were.
My brain has shut down.
Slammed shut with a banging sound.
Clang!
I am sure this is fascinating talk for the
townies who have lived in this small town
forever and also share stories of he, she, we,
they, said, did, and whatever….
For a person who escaped all of this
gossipy stuff, and has not been exposed to
much of it since 1970, it holds zip appeal.
My mind refuses to open up,
writing poetry behind the locked door,
not letting any of the he said, she said, they did
stuff in.
Reminding me why we made our escape.
Mama
Always destroyed
Foolish rumors quickly
Because problems never visit
Softly
Malfeasant, mangled, memories
ruthless, regretful, remedies.
Vanishing, victoriously in vain,
Whispering, wandering wane.
Brazenly, broken, betrayal.
Pompous, patriotic portrayal.
Diminishing, disabled I dive,
Astronomically, ailing alive.
Teetering, tenaciously taunt,
hallucinations, honorably haunt.
Painfully, preserving, its past,
Callously, crafting the cast.
Traumatically, teasing truths,
Yearning, yesterday’s youths.
Selfishly, stealing, thy soul,
Craving, courageous control.
Immobile, insufferably idle,
Suffering senses, suicidal.
Admiring, ancestors adore.
whispering rumors of war.
Beaten, blackishly, bound,
flustered faces I’ve found.
Fearlessly, frozen fabled,
defeating dose, disabled.
Two black soul brothers
Standing on the corner
In front of Metro center
On a Friday night
In the heart of the new evil empire
The center of the beast
Hell Central
Preaching the word of god
The news of the end of the world
The proverbial end times
Were upon us and coming soon
The commuters, workers and bemused tourists
Walk on by the preacher men
Some pay attention, most walk on by
They did not want to hear
They did not understand
And the preacher man kept
Preaching the word of god
And no one paid any attention
None at all
God is going to punish us
God is coming soon
To punish the wicked and the evil
And to set things right
God is going to punish the U.S.
For its arrogance, hubris and hypocrisy
For its greed and evil
Disguised as saving the world
From the evil ones
God is coming, oh yeah he is on his way
And boy is he angry at us
At the entire human race
And God, let me tell yah
He ain't the wimpy, wampy pappy
White boy false god of the New Testament
The false deity that the evil Reverend Farwell
And the smarmy Pat Robinson worship
Hell no
God ain't that god
God is a mean, angry powerful God
The god of the Old Testament
The god of the Koran and the god of old
The god that man once feared
Yeah, I am talking about that god
Jehovah, Zeus, Allah and a thousand other names
The god that our ancestors feared
The real deal, and boy is he pissed off
And he is coming to set up straight
And send most of us straight to hell
Rumors of spirituality, rumors of knowledge,
kings and queens of the past rumored it wisdom.
Rumors very existence hails patronage,
providing comfort through a baby’s thumb.
As time engulfs solidifying thoughts,
traveling faster than the speed of light.
A spiritual transference of Pandora’s box,
opening it’s insatiable appetite.
We assist mistakes...
living between your walls
its okay,just don't say a word
wandering how rumors are told
side by side corner by corner and there it goes
Over and over till everyone knows
where your story be their lives
Even if it was full of lies
With the dirty looks and whispers
I challenge myself to lecture
Side by side,corner by corner and there it goes again
Shoosh , dolt say a word !
I heard there were horns on an Iowan fox.
This went around the circle of kids wearing socks.
In front of a time piece that had out of sync tocks.
The circle was strange, most nurses wore crocks.
The gossip went haywire, ending down at the docks.
Bass fisherman parked to say this on the rocks.
Beware of sharks, they are arriving in flocks.
All because a unicorn had arrived out of a box.
words 75
Markle for President, I heard today
She's got sterling credentials, I must say
Correct gender and race
A self-promotion ace
Only thing 'left' now ~ to come out as gay
I’m SORRY but I absolutely must SPEAK OUT
I feel caught in a giant MOUSE TRAP
My tiny CRANIUM’s about to explode
All the MAD GAB creates chaos in my mind
HEARING THINGS that can’t remain TABOO
When I thought our LIFE was ultimate PERFECTION
Now there’s a RISK of it going KERPLUNK
Far from a TRIVIAL PURSUIT I need to stop the culprit
GUESS WHO? I’ll give you the PASSWORD to the CLUE
I recognized her by her CATCH PHRASE
and CODE NAMES all over the internet
She caused all this TROUBLE with her rumors
Having the MONOPOLY on inventing stories
I’ll need to ask for help if anyone is game
And then we’ll cash in our TICKET TO RIDE
To get away from all this BALDERDASH
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on February 16, 2019 for contest ANYONE GAME? sponsored by CAROL CONNELL - RANKED 3RD
Somebody said,
They all heard,
Rumors spread,
Many dread,
They are not true,
yet I feel blue,
Stop this bad feud,
Am just like you
people think i am lost in the essence of time
the machine in which i live makes the world change emotive colors
there are some who think that i left my smile in the bed with my personality
i am lost in a space where i sprayed febreze to aerate my comfort zone
then my left hand is observed by all the judges that study me
my left hand begins to twitch, but i remain calm and medicate myself with daydreams
within said daydreams, the beautification of being lost for the purpose of sanity maintenance awakens me
then here i am in this dumper dust reality again
there are those who believe i am invisible amongst the population of time
two cookie shakes later, i am on droopy mode when i simply reply....YOU KNOW WHAT, I'M HAPPY....