Best Selection Poems
What's my mood today---
Is it lively and bubbly
Sad, dark and trouble-y
Or confined, landlubberly
Perhaps I'm happy and merry
From drinking some sherry
Or eager and excited
All my senses ignited
Felling a bit lazy
Out of my mind, half-crazy
Perchance my mood's romantic
Peaceful, not frantic
Am I cautious and wary
Frightened, or scary
Soaring and flying high
Like a kite untied...
Whether I'm sad and brooding
Or overjoyed and exuding
~ Whatever my mood selection
It's there in my verses' reflection
Categories:
selection, emotions, poetry, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
in My New Normal
so happy I let him go
Home I truly am
Categories:
selection, appreciation, growing up, growth,
Form:
Haiku
Little ladybug
I’ll save you from the basin
But a fly must die
Categories:
selection, nature,
Form:
Haiku
The Choice is Ours
And so here we are on the brink of d-day
This week we will know how our future will sway
The duffer, the bluffer, the candidates with the muffler
Which one of these candidates will we have to suffer
If you voted for friendship go jump in the sea
If you voted for abstract plans you're dumber than they
If you voted for empty promises then that should be fine
Because sooner or later the they will resign
Democracy demands we give them a chance
But this time I think we should join in the dance
Coz whoever they are, the students at the helm
The Gambia College still belongs to us, not only to them
We gave them their seats, the nineteenth you know
We voted them to power between me and you
But whether they prove to be wise candidates or fools
This college is ours so let's play by the rules
Let's not break the law, can we please stand in line
Let's not pull those strings to avoid paying IEC fine
Let's finally get that a red light means stop
Let's not stoop to bribing the poor students cop
Let's be part of the reason our Gambia College is great
Let's be good students before it's too late
Let's serve our great College without hesitation
Let's all work together to build a strong unification
Enough of the trolling, the barbs and the fights
Now let's stick together, stand up for our rights
They might have the seats, the nineteenth we still know
But the College belongs to me and to you
And we're a thousand students, a thousand and plus
At the end of the day, the choice is ours
Until then, make no mistakes
Categories:
selection, change, conflict, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
Categories:
selection, beauty, women,
Form:
Footle
Hail the swaying stalks
Bowed so fiercely to razor
breeze
Watch that young one stand
See the will-o-wisp rise!
From clover fields of hay
An idea, a spark
There is no fear
There is no pain
The bullwhip snaps
Goes the gust of wind, alas.
He hasn't worked out quite
enough
Ketchup dripping from stomata
Drops pitter patter
On the filthy concrete floor
We'll never know what lies in
store
Farmer John came out today
To make himself five bales of
hay
Trips up over corpses, though
They haven't really died, you
know.
Behold the flies!
Hear them sweat
Braced against the widow's web
Tension rises
Length extends
Race against the Persian sands
The bed frame creaks
It longs to speak
The eyes are here
They're everywhere
In our first meeting place
We copulate on sandy
waters
The hope of born man
Hope only to birth again
The sun so high
Burns alone in the sky
The battlefield is crimson
No demon spawn would yield
Still the monster altercates
Bearing brethren's shields
Behold the men!
Feel them sweat
Working on Egyptian spreads
Minds discover
Fists defend
Unconscious of what life intends
Creepy-crawling
This cold bitter morning
The fittest will survive
And the strongest do move on
But stop the press! For from
this test
What lion-bird will spawn?
Mistah Kurtz - he gone crazy
Two pennies for my baby?
Categories:
selection, science
Form:
Free verse
UN-NATURAL SELECTION
PERHAPS IT ‘S JUST A BIG BANG DESECRATION
UNRAVELLING OF NATURAL SELECTION
BUT WE MUST CAST A VOTE
THE DUNGEON OR THE MOAT
IN HOPES THE WHOLE DAMN THING’S AN ABERRATION
11/4/2016
Categories:
selection, humor, political,
Form:
Limerick
“Boys will be girls,
and girls will be boys”
Utter false parenting
The power of impotent suggestion
by the ignorant immature
God made the male and the female;
and at birth,
it’s womb evident navel plain to tell
Gomorrah girls will be Bela boys
Changed genitalia minds
are gonna walk
down the aisle
like a Bride of Frankenstein
Gather ‘round the closet campfire,
Darwinian boys and girls
Listen to some evolutionary jock shock tales
of baseball leather love
for hard diamonds and cold pearls,
stroked by velvet gloves
Id disorientation: It’s a New Age sexual theme,
the corporate suits
sell a lot of hybrid products of male femininity
And even more of the hormonal reverse it seems
Bela boys will be Gomorrah girls
Changed genitalia hearts
are gonna hit
dat adder moving, morality target
with da Cinderfella darts
Bearded boys
razor living in their estrogen doll houses
Ponytail girls
panty changing into testosterone spouses
Unnatural selection ... spiritual rebellion
Gomorrah girls playing mean soldier boy games,
Bela boys singing girl blues, such a bosom shame
The more bod sexes make the gender change,
the pod mental breakdowns all look the same
Third gender is so androgynous wrong,
Mrs. Lara Croft once was Mr. Indiana Jones
And future tomb raiders are gonna find
a third gender class of human gen-eng bones
Lofty laboratory gender transformation
of the surgically altered physique
Changed body ID specimen specification,
third choice oft be motive oblique
Bela boys love to role like a girl,
Gomorrah girls dress play the other way
Unnatural selection ... Zeboiim hellion
Girls changing into boys,
and boys changing into girls
As the natural light dims,
dark Admah desire
changes the face of the world
Categories:
selection, bible, confusion, gender, wisdom,
Form:
Ode
Love's Selection
The word love is carelessly spewed,
Overused, misused, and abused.
Its connotation is attributed
To a sex object exhibited
And treated uninhibitedly.
Beauty defined gives the impression,
That it’s the outward appearance
Intended to shape one’s perception,
For choosing in matrimony,
Regardless of consequences.
Different sexes with expressions
And their need for gratification
Lean toward infatuation,
Because emotional eyes can deceive
And influence one’s selection:
When physical lusts of attraction,
Impede the mind’s comprehension,
Resulting in flawed situations;
Rather than seeking combinations,
That make living enjoyable.
Categories:
selection, love, marriage, together,
Form:
Verse
Apostrophe in time. Mixes twenty foot differences between mice and men. They all fail. But the failure is only a thought a big lie. The fun now is the brow of the valley under Universal,
stars is the quiver of virgin blossoms. Untold tales of taxidermy of humans. Oh Morton, what happened?
I see you swimming, sorrow sucking you through to the stacks of a library in Dante’s Inferno.
No place to be for a man of you great disposition, interpretations of a fourth dimension.
Four inceptions of Christ. Fourth inception of the days of anguish.
Languish in language and learn to learn before learning obsolete standards learn to kill you.
Linguistic suicide imbedded in society.social leapfrogs.
Obnoxious butterflies LEARN. Morton where? Are you? Who is? I want, no,
I yearn for justice days of pleasure, of bountiful journeys to distant mind sets.
Eating jollity, consuming foreign fingers to be intoxicated with race and jest.
Just cause is NOT enough. Powdered power, outage of time. A pill of sensitivity.
Now SHE blooms, like England, like death, time, ANYTHING.
She leaves earth including me and I fall into this pit, this chamber of blame, insolence and filth.
Perturbed, perturbed, perturbed to the enth degree.
her, her, this love, this life, this Christmas eve is playful.
Playful of POWER. “it is NOT YOUR FAULT.”
Is what I tell her. I tell her listen, listen, listen, listen, listen to, not me.
But any authority that is NOT. Write down books and books of blasphemy, blasphemy.
Any authority that is NOT. Yes. Not.
Categories:
selection,
Form:
Free verse
Time reveals the meaning of life
Our purpose is something we define
This lone conscious creature
Is burdened by the instinctual conscious mind
If we take a post reductionist perspective
We start with a primordial cup of tea
A petri dish
Brimming with endless possibilities
The successful drives from antiquity
Lie deep in the recesses of our mind
Driving, pushing, our species
Reeking havoc in modern times
We’re experiencing an internal battle
Insatiable is our lust
We’re incapable of living in the moment
Enough is never enough
Such are the internal drives
They are a burden for the beast
Awareness of this dichotomy
Makes it hard for inner peace
Like a man lost in the wilderness
Like a ship off course in a stormy sea
We need a guiding light for our salvation
Or else, the irony of evolving tragically
The evolution of the environment
Has surpassed the adaptation of our mind
Will we adapt?
Good question; Time reveals the meaning of life
The past has usurped our future
In modernity the blind drives thrive
If we can learn to live a life of moderation
We could start to appreciate what it means to be alive
Categories:
selection, allegory, beautiful, conflict, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
I mean was Darwin thinking when he wrote this theory
When I studied Psychology and read this I said O’ dear me
Only the strong shall survive was his point
I think on this subject his jaw was out of joint
Observing two similar birds with different beaks
Saying that’s evolution is evident as I speak
Well here I go again, a myth buster at his best
To show this dude Darwin didn’t put the theory to the test.
I have one example that blows holes in it
Even Darwin will raise his hands and say “Sid you got me beat”
Hear we go:
Once again :-)
Have you ever seen a female dog when she’s on heat
To the male dogs this is a treat
They line up be hind her according to strength
As they patiently wait to make love to this wench
But then a strange thing happens the strongest mut
Is faced with a challenge which is a make or bust
And while they size each other and start to brawl
The others run away leaving one that is scrawny and small
The small one approaches her and doesn’t even have the audacity to give her a sniff
He just climbs up and gives her the stiff
And after his finished and has done the deed
You expecting a through breed, the end product is a mongrel cross breed
So when you meet a skinny man with coke bottle glasses and a comb over
Just think “no such thing as natural selection and the best is scrawny Rover”
This is the best that you’ll ever get
And the love will be the best I bet
And as I tuck myself in and before I switch off the light
All I have to say ladies and gentleman is good night
Categories:
selection, funnylove,
Form:
Rhyme
I could not stick my head in glue
To feed and wait with barnacles,
Or seek security among
Aggregate anemones,
Or anchor to tomorrow with sedentary polyps,
Or browse with slugs,
Or cling to rocks,
Or maintain the perpetual
Defensiveness of urchins,
Or achieve “being realistic”
With camouflaged bottom dwellers,
Or remain isolated in a shell.
I float on my colors,
Moved by current desires.
Developing backbone
To swim effortlessly
In the ocean of possibility.
Categories:
selection, science
Form:
Free verse
An
orphan
grey seal cub-
left to sink or
swim.
Categories:
selection, animals, nature,
Form:
Lanterne
For five years the illustrious and regal
Charles Darwin, sailed on the Beagle.
A surveying ship,
Notebooks all a’rip,
Soon in battle with Wallace, so legal.
Categories:
selection, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Limerick