Best Shove Poems
The relativity of wealth and poverty
Amazing.
Einstein’s formulations pale
In juxtaposition to universal carnage.
Obese pigs of a glam,
filled holes of cultural blacktop.
“Get your plump white asses off the necks
of the weak!”
“Who the hell do you think you are anyway?”
The cyclic nature of problem and solution;
“Ahhhhhh,” Eldritch Cleaver where are you?
“Thump, thump, thump,”
The arterial pulse of a puss infected
gangrenous limb
“YES,” whiteness
Raw, heedless, mercenary killers of diversity
Pristine sinks
Seek purity
GOD!
Take This Stinking Keyboard And Shove It
(Tribute to Johnny Paycheck)
Take this stinking keyboard and shove it
I ain't awritin' here no damn more.
Gone is my inspiration, O' how I loved it
damn it flew right out the back door!
My muse, she done left me in a hard pinch
with another unfinished score.
Wicked her anger and she don't give an inch
no matter how hard I implore.
Last night her fleeing with my heartaches
she dared called me "poetic bore".
I write and rewrite, no matter how many takes
my poems still hit the damn floor!
So take this damn old pen and just shove it
I ain't penning here no more.
Gone is the ardor, O' how I dearly loved it
down so very deep in my core.
My muse, she done ran away all ascreamin'
raced away to a foreign shore.
This is a damn nightmare, I ain't adreamin'
never been this damn bad before!
Take this stinking keyboard and shove it
I ain't awritin' here no damn more.
Gone is my inspiration, O' how I loved it
damn it flew right out the back door!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-25-2015
Note : Tribute given to Johnny Paycheck, for his version
of , "Take This Job and Shove It" , with additional tribute
to the musical genius , singer/songwriter David Allan Coe ..
(1.)- Johnny Paycheck
Donald Eugene Lytle (May 31, 1938 – February 19, 2003),
better known by his stage name Johnny Paycheck,[1] was
an American country music singer, multi-instrumentalist
and Grand Ole Opry member most famous for recording the
David Allan Coe song "Take This Job and Shove It". He
achieved his greatest success in the 1970s as a major
force in country music's "Outlaw Movement" popularized
by artists such as David Allan Coe, Waylon Jennings,
Willie Nelson, Billy Joe Shaver, and Merle Haggard.
In the 1980s, his music career slowed for drug, alcohol
and legal problems. He served a prison sentence in the
early 1990s and his declining health effectively ended
his career in early 2000.
I filled out my taxes today.
The IRS said you must pay!
Since you're still in jail.
Then get out on bail.
Paying's much better that way!
.
I told them just where they could shove it.
They didn't like that not one bit.
The sun doesn't shine.
In that place sublime.
It's right in the place where they sit!
*For Carolyn Devonshires contest "Taxing Times"
First comes orientation, so long and annoying!
From HIPPA to OSHA oh, how boring.
My first night, I made a mistake!
Oh, how I wish I would win a sweepstake!
The second night went by..
I hope no mistakes were found; sigh..
Tonight is my third, so far; so good.
I think I have done, all that I should.
My new co-workers just stare at me..
I'm not sure whether I should stay or flee!
I will try to be amicable, come what may.
No one says much, probably gambling if I'll go or stay.
My paranoia would suggest, to my mind..
That they are gossiping from behind!
Several days go on, I don't know if I can cope.
I made another mistake, in a corner I want to mope.
Oh well, I will do the best that I am..
I guess if I do not, I will be canned!
Go ahead and shove your ice spikese into my skin and pull out my soul
Lodge your poisoned arrows in my damaged heart
Burn my eyes with your acid tears , stripe me out of everything and threw me to fall
Go a head shatter me to million pieces and turn to ash every little part
I use to see you like a sweet angel , now your like a devil spewing venom
You're so selfish , you're like a vicious hurrican
You conquest everything and then you revels and bogged me with your wounds
You're so relentless to tight me up with your love and then drowned me with your pain
You ignited me with your flames and then spotted pore in your words
Your so sour , so stiff , so heartless , so cruel
Shove me down the shallow water ,
Where the sound of the shrill shrieking subsides ..
Where stones float and bubbles drown ,
And toads make love to leaves
And leaves to pebbles..
Shove me down the pond ,
In a manner , that I never make it back .
To the surface ,
That is water
Which changes form due to condition ..
And hides the shallow water ,
Creating a perpetual ambiguity ..
For I can't drown
I must be shoved in ..
How I long to be shoved in that shallow water ..
Where I must breathe misery ,
And never die of suffocation ,
Where I must be hopeless
For being fearless
Or vice versa
A few Dawns I must remain
In some shallow water ..
And one fine dusk
When the water cools
And coils it's life into a slumber sleep ..
I must rise
And fling up into the night sky ,
In pursuit of the stars ,
And for the norm ,
Gravity must bring me down ,
To some barren sands.
I must hit hard
And lie on dreaded sands ,
And wait for wind ,
To tarry me along ,
Whilst the winds decide ,
I must cease to weep
And wander
And occasionally loathe living ..
Years or decades or centuries later ,
When it would be difficult to judge -out of hope or desert what was barren on a higher accord ..
A certain summer wind would blow ,
Till it would reach a noisy shore ,
Where my remains would crawl into a crooked wooden boat ,
With a sailor bereft experience ,
And relatively indifferent crew ..
The sailor ,after traversing a few miles from the port ,
Would leave the boat on its own ..
And it must float
To meet some silent shore ..
Am I just one of a very rare few
That feels this love of love
Is it my age why I'm feeling this way
Don't feel I need a shove
Comes very natural to this old guy
As with the younger souls
Nothing special just run of the mill
Love is part of my whole
Thought that's how it'd always remain
The way the world should be
But men seem to have this penchant
For countries to disagree
Maybe us humans will get back on track
And live our lives as one
Instead of always fighting each other
Forever keeping peace on the run
Am I just one of a very rare few
That feels this love of love
Is it my age why I'm feeling this way
Don't feel I need a shove
© Jack Ellison 2013
Shove the lights up and reach high,
Forget about the bird, in the freezer:
Throw in the Celebrations, em, my,
Wrap ‘em all up until they’re cheerier.
Fight with the sim partner on money,
More is blessed when you’re tall,
Buy three birds in one, okay, honey,
Your technology is your best haul.
Figure into the jigsaw a caring chat,
No elderly person should be lonely:
Make the stocking up with its rich lat,
Including what they don’t need, only.
Settle down to hot chocolate, latte,
Once your journey along the street,
Is finished for today until the proxy,
Opens another door of giving greet.
Choose to sign your cards yourself,
Not the partner, bro, carer, printer -
Grin when you’ve delivered, stealth,
Posted, your presents to that bearer.
Give to the NHS worker massively,
A thank you from that room so lit, fit,
That relaxing room so constructively,
And to the carer who knows to sit.
‘Tis the season to venture out, do,
In cosy jackets to assist the walk,
Singing pop n’ classic Christmas mew,
Wearing jumpers with symbol talk.
Dear Mr Santa, I’ve been really good
I’ve done all the chores, I was told that I should
I know that it’s June and I shouldn’t be surly
I must send a gift and I must send it early
So if you could handle this order for me
Delivered discreetly like it’s meant to be
Just sneak in and leave it where I will suggest
And sneak out again, because that would be best
My gift is a gift for the whole of mankind
So sneak the gift in and then leave it ‘behind’
To do me this favour, you’ll need an address
You’ll know where it is as it’s been in the press
***
The address that I’ve given, you must be rememberin
you’ll find it in Moscow, they call it the Kremlin
But you’re Santa Claus so you won’t need a pass
So just leave the Semtex in Putin’s fat ass
When push comes to shove,
And life gives you no hope,
Nor love or care,
You wonder when something good will be there.
And through broken reality comes true broken epiphany
And nothing but grey clouds and rain
Fall down on your sorry life.
But, days will come when people will see
That you are what they truely need.
PUSH SHOVE… PUSH SHOVE
Pushing me again
Test the walls! Test them all!
Cry wicked little men
PUSH SHOVE… PUSH SHOVE
How strong is your love?
Hopes of peace… kill them all!
And bring them the white dove
PUSH SHOVE… PUSH SHOVE
How much will you give?
However much, it isn’t enough
So pay the price to live
PUSH SHOVE… PUSH SHOVE
Don’t you make a sound
Get up! Lay down! And turn around
Time to go round for round
PUSH SHOVE… PUSH SHOVE
Shoving too far now
They never see what it does to me
And I’ve reached the bottom now
PUSH SHOVE… PUSH SHOVE
Pushing from below
Up I come, dare I say run?
Or let the vengeance flow
PUSH SHOVE… PUSH SHOVE
Works both ways you know
Is it or not
that the fittest make it
the weak may not
survival depends
on attitude
frame of mind
positivity
you come like
a tornado in
my face but
I can see through
the destruction
now it's position
that matters
status you say
I say it is
a case of
push and shove
trying to dominate
time will sort it.
There's so much to
figure out
I can't talk or even
shout
The way you've
changed is so
surprising
It's causing a huge
uprising
I tried to teach you
right from wrong
And how to be really
strong
Never letting the
peer pressure
Make you feel any
lesser
But this person
you've become
Can not be changed
or undone
Lying, cheating,
alcohol
Drugs,
robbing--you've done
it all
Far from the way you
were taught
How did you become
so caught
And involved in such
nonsense
It's becoming way to
tense
For me to handle
anymore
Locks are changed on
all the doors
No more teen drama
will enter
Now tough love will
be the center
Of your days until
you see
How much better you
can be
Returning back to
who I raised
Getting lots of love
and praise
Letting go of all
the feelings
That turned you into
a demon
I'll be thrilled the
day that you
Return to me honest
and true
There's nothing like a pressured toot
to get you out of bed.
The moving sheets, the rustled beat;
of flatulance ahead.
That very sign that life goes on
despite the time you have.
Where waiting on the sun to shine
might mean a death through calve.
And hope is an illusion
of a sleep that's pulled you in.
When your luck means live or die
to a death that's judged your sin.
And you wake with expectations
of a world that's going to love
as you move about your business
in the manner yours will shove.
he looked at the unknown
square in the face
and just said
bring it on
AP: Honorable Mention 2022