Best Shambolic Poems
Oh The Shame.
And so the curtain falls on another shambolic showing,
Then the inevitability of yet another manager going.
You build up a nations hopes and dreams,
Then leave us all with nightmares and screams.
When your country really needs a lift,
All you show on the pitch is a great big rift.
It's a game to be played by you all as a whole,
Now somebody needs to show you the goal.
The rules are quite simple, you should all play with pride
But instead you just run about and hide.
Ashamed England Football Fan
A. Woods
Categories:
shambolic, anger, angst, england, football,
Form:
Light Verse
Me slob clob be a dirty grey
me school an open alleyway
no sissy pens; we wield 'em guns
me canna count but me's no dunce
Clompers bare; me sneakers hocked
jiggle barefoot roll and rock
breathe in deep me dead-rat whiff
and suck me wacky backy spliff
Workavoidic be me graft
pleasure be a tankard draught
a willing gape to lard me wand
in Pete or Rex or busty blonde
Me rolled the slapper in the buff
caught the clap; she's up the duff
me downs no drink not alcoholic
comfy in me world shambolic
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Categories:
shambolic, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
It wasn’t that she was the only woman
in the group, that mingled precariously
beneath the bronze figure, or her classic
stance, when placing immaculately the
newsprint covered bottle to lips willingly
breached, but more her opulent style, her
contrast of attire, her hair as yet unspoilt.
Although jewel less except for a wedding
ring in her recently pierce blood stained ear
lobe, (this bearing signs of some street wise ritual?)
she still wore a suave sophistication, eyes
that bred a wanton life, fingers more use to
the gentle stem of the crystal goblet, than
the demure grasp of the shapeless neck of
the common brown. But alas maybe the
corrosion has not as yet penetrated her
foreboding mind, a mind that in time will
be given to surrender, never to realize that
this volatile life will plunge her deeper, into
one shambolic life, whilst still trying to escape
from the previous. But! Who knows what ills she
was force to bear, what tribulations life brought
upon her, maybe her new found acquaintance
comfort her, listen to her sympathetically,
understanding her predicament, also a novelty
this sharing, this caring, respect and reverence
showered upon her, like solicitous petals
falling gracefully upon her shoulders,
removing the burdens of a lifetime.
Her head
began to lift higher and higher with every
mouthful of distant courage, every courteous act.
Then! A look of deep despair, as the bottle was
released from her reluctant deep red lips, a
senseless shake only proved her greatest fear.
Immediately to her aid, came one of her new found
companions, swiftly finishing his own endless gorge,
he commence to wipe the neck of his perpetual habit,
with his mucus soiled cuff less sleeve, before
passing it on to her veracious hand, his eyes eagerly
awaiting its return.
One can imagine when the long day
is over, the sun finally at rest, only the motley bench will be hers, only the best that fleet street can offer, will cover her chilled body, her metabolism soon accelerating, to become one with theirs, a license to enter their dissipation, only then will all options for her diminish, external metamorphosis soon to blend with inner corruption, life’s destruction almost completed!
© Harry J Horsman 1991
Categories:
shambolic, angst, life,
Form:
Free verse
Snakes slither in my veins in lieu of blood.
There is a demon in my eye.
My stomach’s full of stinking mud.
A troll grins gleefully between my thighs.
My fingers form black widow’s legs.
My knees are sculpted from dead men’s skulls.
My toes are those of crows who’ve laid their eggs
Within the cracks of my withered soles.
Upon my shoulders rest two vultures’ nests
Like shambolic, messed epaulets.
A massive ogre sits upon my chest.
He adorns me like a medal on a general’s breast.
I am a tenement
For all the creepy-crawlies
Beneath the firmament
And it drive me up the wallies
That none of them pay rent.
Categories:
shambolic, body, dark, funny, halloween,
Form:
Light Verse
Dangers plague this shambolic world in which we live
where many seek vengeance and are not apt to forgive.
It's a never-ending cycle of accuse, battle, and defeat
at any cost, walking on a knifes edge with bloody feet.
Perpetual confrontation: nation vs. nation, combative.
Everyone is power hungry to become king of the hill,
stepping on each other as if we're bodies in a landfill.
Humanity teeters for balance before falling from a cliff.
Why doesn't anyone ask the right question..."What If?"
What if arbitrary wars ended without the need to kill?
What if no one felt the need for control and greed
and what if peace prevailed when it has been decreed?
Would the world then become a Gandhian escape,
or would wolves be disguised in a sheepskin serape?
Demented are those who enjoy watching others bleed.
Mankind does not realize the havoc it's been wreaking.
It's their terror and aggression we should be critiquing,
but I fear this selfish world will never be of one accord
until the day when humanity no longer raises a sword.
Disgraceful are immoral leaders who are self-seeking.
Death seeks a ransom, always demanding we pay more.
So, when it comes knocking, stand guard at your door
or risk falling from precipice height, the peril of a ledge.
Wagering on war is a dangerous bet no one should hedge,
for walking on a knife's edge is something we should abhor.
Categories:
shambolic, conflict, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Inspire me....
Even as I attempt this
Iambic nonsense
How can silence,
Emanate from chaos:
It's direct opposite?
A pure contradiction of concept...
Crashing, cascading.......
In a metaphoric ambiance of emotions,
Anger infused like an avalanche of retribution...
Unstable, fluctuating and unpredictable
Just like when the Centre cannot hold
Shhhhhhhhhh.........
There is a silent voice saying
Be still............
Chaotic, disorganised, shambolic and in a condition of total disarray.
Mesmerised, enthralled, spellbound or hypnotised.....
Kush-in, drunk-in, high on some pills of ecstasy, while you chill in cloud nine or
In a state of total mental confusion,
Like when the Falcon cannot hear the Falconer
Shhhhhhhhhhhh...
Listen,
To that silent voice saying
Be still......
When things fall apart
Hold the centre.....
Don't allow an avalanche free flow
Basalt, untamed and waxed......
Be inspired inspite of contradictions
Think before you act,
Ruminate before you speak
Chaos, chaos is the dance hall,
But the DJ maintains the tempo of the songs
Chaotic is the market place
Yet the trader never miss her balance
Chaotic the Arena might be
The gladiator is ever focused
Miss the general's call on the chaotic battlefield and you are gone.
Tis Iambic contradiction of sophistry,
An attempt to awaken the tiny voice of reason
That always question our silence while we are to speak
And
Our speech while we should listen.
©Chigbo S. Peter {April 2017}
Categories:
shambolic, art, confusion, hilarious, identity,
Form:
Blank verse
I write the only love of my life
Read by masses the book of life.
A part of its beautiful history you be.
If you read my entire biography
You would learn you are my real life.
Should you run through the bibliography
Text of referencing you will constantly be.
Through the list of my indices you read
There too will be all your pages of miracle.
Should you start by scheming the prologue
Write the denouement too you would want.
Shambolic sonnet you read in me,
The love of poetry so dramatic
A life of poetry to write!!!.
Categories:
shambolic, art,
Form:
Sonnet
The day’s been impressively amazing
Because everything was entertaining
Birds sang sweetly in shrubs like Hellen
On blossoms lots of bees sought pollen
Bumblebees have been busy like a hussy
Feeling how the day has been shambolic
Because on the path, I heard a heavy truck
That was rolling on the street slowly
Back to the hive, I was very exhausted
In the way that I was unmotivated
Today has been restless and now
Miserable I feel for a quiet morrow
That fetches a sweet day full of hurdles
Thus, we will be cagily flying like turtles
That have no return hope but always dare
And that also I take up is neither truly fair
Life’s honeyed but it’s difficult full at lair
We bear its cynicism to alteration pronto
Sweetness to arise soon we dream on Pluto
Making the itches of bees turn into softness
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Categories:
shambolic, allusion, analogy, anxiety,
Form:
ABC
Surely once is enough
to have to live a life upon this earth?
For those already here
and soon them to be conceived,
a lottery creating for eternity
far more losers than winners.
History records throughout the centuries
feudal systems, to protect the overlords and his lands,
anthills of power strategically placed across
the realm to stem one’s ambition.
Today the whole world a mountain of madness
created by greed and skullduggary,
the aim to reach one’s apex
as continuous improvements
drive everyday change to confuse,
yet to arrive at the final barrier, where only a few
are privileged to pass through the closed shop
of a shambolic hierarchy,
while many stumble then fall by the wayside,
victims of a way of life
manipulated by an invisible
bond of tyranny.
© Harry J Horsman 2016
Categories:
shambolic, anger, angst,
Form:
Free verse
It dwindles in and rushes out
at such a rate of knots!
There's little time to draw one's breath,
to figure what we've got.
The bills keep rising higher and higher;
petrol prices sore:
Governments add to our demise
by demanding more and more.
Yet through this vast shambolic mess
we have to learn to cope:
Snacks and treats we soon discard,
to give a little hope.
Holidays to must be reviewed,
with little cash to hand:
So we'll pitch a tent on the beach
and build castles with the sand!
Categories:
shambolic, confusion, family, hope, life
Form:
Verse
Eyes of Infinity
With eyes of infinity come the robes of divinity
…and with gentle hands, he comforts our shambolic soul
With a heart of the Trinity comes sanguinity
…and softly speaks as he takes us on a soothing stroll
The beasts of burden kneel as he halts to calmly heal
…for his words bring truth thru the light
You attend the last meal with his love to you to reveal
…for he is our beacon within the night
The angels come to flock for he is the pillar and our rock
…the lord of peace the beginning and the end
The heavens prepare to unlock for all eyes are on the clock
…for He shall return again my faithful friend.
John 11:25
...dedicated to Arturo Michael and July Morning...for their strong faith and great storytelling...and to all others that believe...and non-believers
May.25.2018
Winged Warrior~^WW^
Not for any contest
Categories:
shambolic, jesus, love,
Form:
Rhyme
We had cried to the scorching sun
An expression of youthful forlorn
An orchestration to air our needs
Peaceful but firm were our deeds
Alas! the heralds of her arrival
Our mother ! A hope beclouding hopelessness
Together we scrambled around her entourage
Like wailing babes in need of a mother's massage
But our mama had renamed herself as barren
And turned deaf to the cries of her expectant children
We craved a rescue from our partial darkness
Only to be graced with permanent blackness
Our only crime was the belief in democracy
A misapprehension! A mirage ! A meticulous mockery !
Shots of bullets against our unarmed bodies
Battered,bruised and yet rebirthed as hoodlums
For where is the future of this shambolic nation
If the leaders of tomorrow are perishing today?
When shall justice be not portrayed as auction
Haggled and bought by only the highest pay?
By:Elizabeth O Adams
Lizdiamond world of poetry
Categories:
shambolic, 12th grade, africa, anti
Form:
Free verse
Since it was you my heart
was
given
since it was you
In a cloudy night
And a whistling wind
In all thin season
Why today you abash me
like
dried leaves
You pierce my heart in
shambolic manner
You contempt my heart like
gloomed flowers.
It is you!
The distresses of my mind
Your beauty bisects my
heart in
solitary ecstasy
Your beauty that
brightens the
African sky
Make my love bodacious
like
summer night
Like costly garment and
African
attire
Like invaluable jewel
hanging on
Black damsel's neck
Since it was you
You anomalous attitude
cannot
infuriate me
But to conjure me.
Written by: Ajeyemi
Wasiu .A.
Categories:
shambolic, girlfriend
Form:
Free verse
shambolic
delirium
these thoughts
building within
as the world crumbles
around me
like trees
unstable
from storms
emotions
building up
before erupting
through the hush of silence
cries
muffled in anguish
June 5th 2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 18 - Yalto 2 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
2. Delirium
Categories:
shambolic, angst, anxiety, emotions,
Form:
Verse
shambolic
delirium
these thoughts
building within
as the world crumbles
around me
like trees
unstable
from storms
emotions
building up
before erupting
through the hush of silence
cries
muffled in anguish
June 5th 2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 18 - Yalto 2 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
2. Delirium
Categories:
shambolic, angst, emotions,
Form:
Verse