Best Shake Poems
steel clouds once more freeze
bare trees comfort each other
ripped trunk holds it together
the sun shields its eyes
its flames dying in Winter
the core feels the biting chill
it is in my bones
deep set; can’t shake off the wolf
its gray-fur-stare is howling
my hands crisp and crack
tips and knuckles peel like bark
soulless rain drips down the oaks
my knees turn from lies
thinking themselves well in Spring
they limp like twigs before snap
cerise cheeks remind
the otherwise bleak weather
that seasons will change in time
sun will siphon miasma
aim true
don’t shake
spear the beast
measure for measure
this is the taming of the shrew
the tempest as you will
it feels much ado about nothing
as if it is the comedy of errors
now on the twelfth night of the feast of hades
love’s labour lost as you like it
this the winter’s tale
but you are the merchant of venice
here to sell your wares
here to charm
the merry wives of windsor
and touch
with your inbred smile
many others
cymbeline
pericles
the two gentlemen of verona
here for their own laugh
troilus and cressida
all ships in the night
a rose by any other name
but then you waken
and it was but a midsummer night’s dream
or was it
it is nothing more than a play
or is it
in the end is not life a stage
and us merely the players
these
the days
the plays
of comedy
you know from your balcony
all’s well that ends well
as i bid you adieu
my prince
sweet dreams
and dream no more
the days of joy are upon us
so live
eyes wide open
this time is yours
Written for Andrea Dietrich, a remarkable, talented human and sincere, caring friend
I’ve never even met her, we’ve never shared space,
Yet I continuously, tenderly, view her face.
She woke one same ole’ morn, on her same ole’ street
To retire that night with terror lying under her sheets.
She’s always been conscientious, responsible and prepared,
But she’s never dealt with this brand of scared.
It isn’t that bad news had never before appeared,
It just hadn’t carried such fierce shades as it neared.
I feel her frightened ache tremble and I silently shake.
My faith demands I believe He did not cruelly forsake
One who never selfishly sought her own delight
Over her commitments to living proper and right.
It must feel surreal to her that the world is the same
When her life’s been yanked, injured and maimed.
Everything must surely seem foreign and strange
As she struggles through fears web just to maintain.
Rudely, she was handed a nightmare wrapped in unfair
That I desperately wish my emotional sum could repair.
I felt the ground move
did you feel the earthquake too?
shake, rattle, and roll
Coconut Cream Shake
___________________________
Coconut Cream shake,
you taste so good
you quench my taste
all the ways that you should.
All your creamy goodness,
it brings me much delight
thank you for the pleasure
you're giving me tonight.
5/24/14-Jessica Thompson
Shake the Dust
People have called me crazy
For believing in you
They've called me all the names
Yeah, called me crazy too
They've rolled their eyes
Shook their head
Like an empty chair
Not hearing a word I've said
I shake the dust
The dirt and the mud
Cause Yeshua
He runs in my blood
Do people's hand not tremble
At His voice and His sound
Have they no feeling
Do their hearts not pound?
Do I, speak another language
My words not clear
How is it their eyes do not see
How do their ears not hear?
I shake the dust
Dirt and the mud
Cause, Yeshua
You run in my blood
Financial understanding
Without seeing the price
Gambling Their lives away
With a toss of the dice
The toss of the dice
Have they no knowledge
Of the Sacrifice you gave
Is my speech so vain
As if to a stone on a grave
A stone on a grave
I shake the dust
Dirt and the mud
Cause, Yeshua
You run in my blood
Shake the dust
The dirt and the mud
Oh, Yeshua
I remember the blood
Your blood
Frosty, white, foaming
Rock and branch for stirring sticks
Nature’s perfect shake
Entry for Raul Moreno's Contest
Man, you look fat
Some manscaping a must
Tight tee-shirt of grue colour
Makes one want to puke
This body was not bodacious
Looked more like an emoticon on a chat site
Diet and sexercise is needed
To make a more delishful sight
So come on man shake yourself
Make your body a sight to behold
Irregardless of your face
Give me a smile of delight not a frown.
Manscaping, Grue, Bodacious, Sexercise, Delishful, Irregardless. These are the
Words I Used.
penned 24 August 2014
TEN MINUTES THAT DIDN’T SHAKE THE WORLD
They seemed to talk only in metaphor or simile
And in what they call stream-of-consciousness -
These two young women in the café overheard yesterday -
About something boring to the point of unconsciousness;
And a small athlete called Richard something-or-other
Although they referred to him colloquially as Little Dick.
Maybe he was a friend-with-problems of their mother:
They spoke of age, alcohol, hormones, and bad technique.
Literary comparisons about throwing a raw sausage into a train tunnel backhand;
Jokes about stifling a yawn, making it look like open-mouth osculation;
Counting ceiling tiles in rhythm: ninety seven, ninety eight, ninety nine, change hands;
Oxymoron, bathos and pathos were all used in their discussion.
Diversions (like trying to recall the cost in the grocery store of small shrimp,
Or wondering if your contact lens has slipped or are you just sleepy-tired )
Didn’t help. They said Dick’s performance was badly timed and as well as rather limp
(Must remember to have the car’s weak battery charged before it’s retired.)
His sport may have been with aircraft in flight
But his free-fall diving ended when he pulled his string too soon,
She said, like a New Year’s rocket launched before midnight ,
He opened his champagne bottle at 8 am, before the speech at noon.
Perhaps a racehorse was involved, but as far as I could gather ,
A very small racehorse which burst away from the start line too early
And arrived at the first fence in a lather
And, she said, that’s not designed to make my toes curly.
They obviously found his performance confusing
And indeed, by all accounts rather supine.
However, his efforts seem to have been amusing
And at least it gave the girls literary opportunities to shine
In your overall, dynamism,
it swept through you as you spelled the words in mind-
every other vowel spewed something wise,
nothing trans-morphed so you tried,
and again saw something inside,
it had to have been you-
overtly subjugating,
or even taming the shrew,
not to mention his drugs and his brew,
"there is genius, rather that, I am genius,"
you said sought after,
like code in a road,
like signs missing in time's-
nothing evades this trickery,
it's not real,
I can't feel him,
he can't be here.
No emotional violence,
and thoughts of actually having sex ruins you,
the deeds turn into dust,
every good one,
every failure we'll see undone.
A little pre-dawn shaking was going on around LA.
Early morning risers got a jolt on St. Patrick’s Day.
This quake went the same way so many had gone before.
Today, it measured on the Richter scale at 4.4.
Nobody was hurt, and no damage had been done.
However, experiencing an earthquake is scary and not fun.
Was it the spirit of St. Patrick romping along the heather?
No, it was just two tectonic plates rubbing together.
From a news story found on aol.com
Pills, pills, they're coming out of my ears
I shake rattle and roll when I walk it appears
People just stare
Then lose all their cares
As they all join hands and shake their big rears
© Jack Ellison 2015
The deer shake off the headlights
We sat in the car outside the
liquor store peering like deer, our eyes
following Pinky as she went in to
the store for a twelve pack of beer.
Our breathing stops. She's carded. Shucks.
Fake card works. Yes! Pinky time. She
sashays back, with beer and condoms, smiling.
connie pachecho
4/12/17
Note-Kwansaba 7 sentences/lines containing 7 words in each?
Remembering when I was a young lady a few years ago
As gazing through my best friends guest rooms window
Spellbound her twin sister fondling herself passionately
Watching two beautiful women making love, on a video
Then suddenly my girlfriends housekeeper entered and
She was the most gorgeous creation; Angelica in white..
I had long adored her British accent, as her warm heart
Seeming surprised a bit shy until; amid beauty's desires.
Shake em, baby
There was a young man from Caracas
Who proved very good with maracas
He played them so loud
Pleasing the crowd
But eventually, he drove us crackers