Best Sidestepping Poems


Premium Member What Is Love

Love begins with joy,
sidestepping thought ploy,
sharing and caring,
with all souls pairing.

Love is not a trade,
nor assigns a grade;
it's a warm embrace,
akin to God's grace.

Bliss bubbles passion
is love's compassion,
holding each soul near;
all to our heart dear.

When true love's seeded,
no echo's needed,
for the flame burns on,
each breath a new dawn.

Like the pristine dew,
each love hue is new,
magic on display,
making earth life play.

Fires of love let's stoke
in heart to invoke,
bliss fragrance sublime,
to heavenward climb.

21-August-2022

HMS, Rhymezone 

The Meaning of Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Form: Jueju

The Night Had Gone Awry

There was a painting offered as inspiration for this contest.  I'm sorry I'm not able to include it for lack of a premium membership, but I hope I've managed, just a little, to set the scene with imagery.



Moonlight was diffused by a shadowed sky
Thunder hammered with the power of Thor
Sullen clouds released a deluge in downpour
Something about the night had gone awry

There was a flash of lightning;  a blaring scream
With heart wrenching sobs,  a woman wept
Her raven tresses billowed, wild and windswept
She appeared before me as a specter in a dream

I hesitated to call out, in fear she'd run away
but I could not ignore another mournful wail
Her arms were thin and she was ghostly pale
She shivered, trembled, and began to sway 

She was frightened as though chased by death
Words were mumbled, but none of them clear
Her eyes searched the night, panicked with fear
I spoke calmly until she regained her breath

Her last memory was that she had gone to bed
and was having a nightmare about being stalked
Quite a distance from her home, she had walked
when lightning's crackle woke her from dread

I helped her home, sidestepping puddles of mud
She still trembled, not interested in conversation
She thanked me, but I had a moment of hesitation...
The porch light revealed she was covered in blood



August 6, 2020
Be Inspired Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh

Late Night Overthinking

Late night overthinking
Heart racing, made up situation anticipating
Feelings chasing, dread encasing
I return, rewind to the start, replaying the awful part.
When they said that, what did they actually mean?
Conversation misconstrued, I probably came across really rude!
Going through that scenario
Searching for a way to let it go
Heart racing, situation is escalating
Tears rolled, feelings uncontrolled
I was the glue...holding it all together, what happened? Who knew?
Mentally stumbling 
Rock and a hard place, 
Put on your brave face
Dulling my shine
When will my mind be mine?
Getting caught on my thoughts
Trying to shake it, positive thinking, 
deep breathing, count to ten, not working - count again.
Feeling like I'm sidestepping, continually procrastinating, forever underestimating
I'm in the way, just annoying, self efficacy so low, what to do? I don't know!
People do this so much better, 
Heart still racing, face sweating
Non stop fretting, forever regretting
Everybody knows, cognitive overload
Short term-isms vs long term gains,
Refrain, hold back, don't do that!
Don't call them.. what would you say? 
You can't say those words, total dismay
Stop it now, enough damage done
Heart racing, painstakingly debilitating
Beating faster, approaching disaster
She looked at me funny, although, that was ten years ago!
It was a silly thing to say, nobody got it anyway!
I've definitely spent too much money
Have a drink - stop the overthink
Numb it out, dim the shout
Not going to have time, I can't be late
thoughts re-group, consolidate
Move out the way, 
pushing thoughts to one side, no where to hide, missing my stride
Am I mentally unstable?...No, normally quite able 
Damn it, forgot the birthday card
How could I forget when I was remembering so hard
Heart racing, anxiety overtaking
Energy is decreasing, thoughts requiring releasing.
Confidence - an easy task, smiling - just a mask
Need to sleep, mind too deep
Deep breathing, count to ten - not working, count again.
Same time tomorrow? why yes of course!
Powerless to stop the overthinking force
Form: Rhyme


The Lionness

She swoops forward with presence 
Sidestepping only to amaze
Her smile, an eclipse of dominance 
Beneath a shade of luminous grace 

A many songs I've written 
Depicting this sting I feel 
But none will come close to capture
The way she makes my senses peel

I gather my remains, split them
She feels no sorrow, all but purity of heart 
her skin redeems my shadows 
and into warmth the day starts 

A woman can tangle your veins 
dance with your blood 
I still let her in, my atrocity begins
But my sin compels me to drought the flood 

My mind drifts to a dream I've seen 
When her face lit my mind free
Nights before when sleep disturbed 
The inner images of her sweetness berserk 

She sat and pat my head 
Waves of solid white comfort
Slowly showered my dripping back 

And all the sweat resonated with sweet scent 
And all the nights rained with bliss 
And all my lanterns torched in flames 
Melted sugar breath to my lips 

"Honey I'm here now rest easy 
Let it all go when our eyes fly away 
Tomorrow I'm here too so don't you worry 
Hate when you're eyes take a shade of blurry"
© Ziad Gadou  Create an image from this poem.

Babysitting Bloody Goats

Babysitting bloody goats,


Babysitting bloody goats,
Baaaa baaaa twinkletoes has notes,
Trying to get some bloody sleep,
Sounds like a rabid rancid sheep,
 a lonesome goat, you know it,
wheres that bloody clive a sitting,
climbing screen doors, its not quiting,
Sue heard one on the ole tin roof,
twinkle toes tap tap 2 do it?
Blaurgggggght says the nanny goat,
Crazy bludger's tunes out of note,
Drops poor ole Johnson in it?
Ferret dog emasculated,
Banged and thumped and castigated,
Head butted by 2 nannies sure,
Doesn’t want it any more,
Sidestepping Ferret voted!
Waiting for ole Clive to come,
With the red van goats do hum,
Head butting ole screen door,
Blaurgh where are you clive, whaffor?
Goat chops for tweededum,
Cant eat your mates they hum,
Be quiet my moral core,
They won….Don Johnson

https://www.facebook.com/don.johnson.
79219/posts/10203114820445074?comment_
id=10203114886406723&offset=0&total_comments=7
Form: Ballad

Summer Solstice

The druids, its believed, held hands in prayer, facing the East
beat drums, blew horns to welcome the Summer Solstice daylong feast

Their sonorous chants, the horns and drums grew louder
as sun appeared at the horizon and steadily climbed higher.

The witches and warlocks, it’s said, danced around fire
to keep light alive even after the glorious sun retired.

Ensnared by the longest day,devotional songs all would sing
even the Satan and ghoulish devils needed the solstice's blessing

The women and men wore garlands of herb and flower
to ward off any evil spirits that came alive to wander.

I would like to silence all digital noise and chatter
sever all connections with email, Facebook and twitter

Watch reverently as the sun rises to its majestic golden best
and soak each cell till our star drowns in the deep dark West.

Thank Almighty for the pervasive luminescence and energy
the sidestepping of dusk to reveal dawn in perfect synergy.

Written on 05/27/2016
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Golden Crown

Golden Crown


          Fingers maneuver as a vanishing sun radiates her solar majesty

          Heartfelt improvisations momentarily suspended adverse reality

          Raging notes racing toward heaven levitating exceedingly faster

          Determined hands hammering insecurities sidestepping disaster


          Weaving inspirational wisdom regenerate such spiritual harmony

          Profound compositions elevate the integrity of human symphony

          Revelations exorcizing ambiguities wearing an incredulous frown

          Conquering all deceptions destiny searches for the Golden Crown








10/07/2011
5:21 p.m.
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour Of The Seas
Venice, Italy
Form: Rhyme

Parisian Slipways

In Paris, was caught in the rain,
and it caused me considerable pain;
sidestepping a well,
in the river I fell -
they pronounced me completely in Seine
Form: Limerick

The Joy of Bing Skits Zoid

This poetic blurb not meant to annoy
divulging, when just a whippersnapper boy
me late mum and octogenarian pop agreed 
   without questioning why doctor best remove adenoid
pat response told less to prevent sole son tubby coy

than fear Harris heir, would not inherit carnival throne
   sidestepping 3 ring circus, and not becoming an android
   dreaming of electric sheep,
   a disagreeable prospect that could hoof happened, 
   aye shear with you especially 

   in tandem with predilection tilting tubby goy
fated outcome unfazed this herbaceous rooted lad, 
   who idolized captain crunch (before childhoods' end) 
   hoping seaman tic wood beckon with “A HOY”
mollified parents blithely steered son clear into 
   psychotic outcome delivering obliviousness 

   that brought inner joy
anyway, this peculiar male progeny
   believing himself to be just another brick 
   in the wall of Pink Floyd,
   tripping with comfortably numb skull
 
   found himself evicted from the hall of the mountain king
   and in sore need of deep psychoanalysis, hence didst imp ploy 
therapy in orifice er office of maudlin Sigmund Freud
   whose nose bore striking resemblance, 
   to a fleshy phallic shaped trumpeting toy

pud dill, this mental analysis delved into past – outcome 
induced feint to faint, while cawing boss addressed 
    as Oedipus Rex, which verbal homage did cloy
dredging layered past devoid of love 
   flush with malicious predatory abuse 
   from Lloyd Lavinsky, an Audubon Elementary 
   grade school male lore demon bully 
   sanity of mine he almost destroyed.

Cyril Brown

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1 original, poem on the theme of ...Give me your zaniest funniest Poem you can Muster up~~Be Silly 

Cyril Brown

Oh his name was Cyril Brown ,
An he weighed 300 pound,
An the Sand goannas sidestepped, 
where he stomped.

Little centric was ol Brown, 

Sometimes, often came to town,
To watch the kids, 
and peanuts there to chomp.

Oh his poor old car did suffer,
With a sandbag for a buffer,
And his voice got a little gruffer,
A flaming counterweight .

Bark hut to house was sort of,
On the Station ranch was thought of,
Brother Mark would listen,
to the snakes under the floor.

And the Rabbit bunnies springing,
The birds were chirping, singing,
And carpet snakes were bringing,
Tucker more n more n more.

Brownie had an iron bed that suffered,
Bowed and flustered, busted ,
And the peanut shells, 
stopped the opening of the door.

Once he towed young Mark to town,
On the Fergie tractor, brown,
And at 50 mile an hour was still a flying,
And the tractor was a bouncing,
 trying to touch the ground, 
announcing, would he ever get to town?

Mark wasn’t really sure, why.
A friend waved to ol Brown, hi,
At 7 foot tall, a local yokel clown. 
So he hit the anchors with a frown,
Tractor tried to knock the back door down,
Brownie muttered with surprise.

So then back off to town,
Dragging tractor, 
sidestepping round,
Got to Dirran then he stopped,
To buy more peanuts brown.
Don Johnson
Form: Ballad

A Kidney Tale

A Kidney Tale

It is a sorry tale that greeted this writer in his early morning read....
Of a schoolboy and his kidney that had to be separated in earnest..

Headlined Boy Loses kidney After Falling Into Uncovered Manhole...
It happened somewhere there in Klang, a very bustling urban town...

There is even a picture of the manhole, gaping wide in its unholy glory..
Even of a woman in the picture, who is shown sidestepping it nimbly...

Reading further, it is distressing to read how an innocent boy of 15...
In his usual short walk towards school on one fine early morning....

Ended up in hospital  in excruciating pain and a swollen abdomen...
One of his kidney had to be removed in order his life is not endangered..

A most startling observation was his innocent comment about manholes...
He said there were a number of them, mostly uncovered and all gaping holes...

To his credit and pedestrians there in general, one has to be nimble....
One has to be quick if one is is to avoid falling into a whole lot of trouble...

Our boy hero in this tale of misfortune, he suffered and lived to tell a tale...
Of the gross dereliction of duty in the government officials in maintainence.... 

They need to maintain the pedestrian walk, how could there be manhole traps..
With the many manholes left gaping wide, danger threatens at every step...

To a man in the street, paying local council assessments and various taxes....
It is not too much to ask that public facilities be proper and safety standards be uptodate..

The poor boy in this tale, his loving parents, they are sorely aggrieved and angry..
Legal action is in their next plan of action, may they get their kidney's worth of damages...

But as the picture shows, those manholes are gaping wide and still uncovered...
They are there, lying in wait, hoping to catch some other unfortunate passerby..

Oh how very sad the depths of apathy and the indifference of the local councillors..
Neglecting their duties, they are very guilty for this rather sad and sorry story..


http://www.thestar.com.my/news/nation/2016/02/13/boy-ruptures-kidney-after-falling-into-uncovered-manhole/

http://www.thestar.com.my/news/nation/2016/02/21/teenager-who-lost-kidney-in-manhole-accident-to-sue-klang-council/

Premium Member standby

(a silly series of Senryus)

It’s time to cram for
final exams, again, so
here we go, mug up.

My mind, coffee dark,
drifts in academic dreams,
—think roiling oceans.

A ‘mandatory’
society meeting? You’re
not the boss of me.

I’ll shun or eschew,
if I want too, sidestepping,
like a tap dancer.

I'm not lazy - I'm
high tech and in energy
saving mode now.

It’s a pointed and
conscious decision—I’ll do
me and you do you.
.
.
Songs for this:
Simply Couldn't Care by Tracey Thorn
Each and Every One by Everything But the Girl
Form: Senryu

Premium Member Prayer Is the Humble Doctor

I gaze into the Mirror of Love
hoping to see an added brightness
in reflection, ourselves often kept
in dark when it comes to measures
of inner light – one sees where the
eyes are...they and their glasses tempered
by spirit's silvered backings.... Alice
went into the mirror and traveled – 
Freud bounced off his image and
back into touch...Christ shattered
the glass of separation, passing
resurrected beyond, while others lost
in man's heavy fragments...sidestepping slivers
of transforming possibilities.....

I pray....for prayer the humble doctor....
© Joe Dimino  Create an image from this poem.

Glorified Babysitter

Methinks the here
     to fore purposeful inclusion
     of key word "babysitter"
a slight oversight describing
     residents at Highland Manor
     (a particularly nagging omission
     in previous epistle to detail,
     how flat screen televisions

     constant blaring subdue
     said majority of tenants),
     whereat this emphatic
     writer, (a penny pinching hitter)
susceptible to miss
     out oomph pa, I
     (a poetic critter)
will now intend to convey

     without recourse to:
     instagram, snap
     chat, or twitter
thus, this quasi
     appended verse
     attempts to avoid
     communicating disappointment,
     asper unfulfilled

     childhood, adolescent, or
     young adult jitter
ring circumstances found
     me tubby a quitter,
now as an aging bummer
     with decreasing glitter,
     I aver feeling litter
ally somewhat bitter

sweet asper those
     figuratively untasted,
     untested, and
     untoasted fritter
     (comfort zone
     expanding challenges,
now bugging me
     psyche) with jitter

re: ness, cuz yours
     truly denied, deprived,
     and disallowed himself
     tubby a more vibrant
     Matthew Scott Harris
     to get distilled
     from je nais se quois
     crucible of life,

     hence omitting,
     sidestepping (like do si do),
     and skipping tummy
     loo, viz fuel
     joie de vivre injecting
     more verve 
     into what thyself
     subsequently evolved into

     a staid staind and dire
     strait tinned existence,
     but no pitter
patter pity please toward,
     this present day 
     pearl jam knitter

of (senseless, listless,
     and aimless)
     verse as this human
     specimen racks up years
     as an aging orbiter
round mister sun.

Premium Member Aves Appetiser

How dare goddamn Laura divorce him
     After thirty years arduous pre dawn sacrifice
     Menopause made her dismiss marriage on a whim
     Told Rod he'd not have true love twice


     Victim adamant to prove prowess 
     To construct his dazzling platform
     Marina tower apartment, salesman finesse
     Enamour for strawberry blonde, he'd perform


     Abattoir visits supply excess meat
     Too good to discard, soon crows found
     Raw morsels upon sunny balcony heat
     Slowly rotting, sixty metres above ground


     Pleased frequenting feathered friends
     Swoop hungry, hot tiles smeared in grease
     While his platonic blonde sidestepping pretends
     She's not ready to consummate their needs 

     
     Shimmer photoshoot illusion windswept strands
     Whip her dazzled face in gold to behold
     Pristine boat grid below, his meaty hands
     Suddenly clamp her jugular, slowed blood cold

    
     Duck egg irises fear increases, dance shoes slip
     Held up by Rod's determination to murder
     Strangled finally to submission in his sausage grip
     Remote controlled bird saw and heard her

     
     Floating microphone, struggled inhale caught
     Quad propellers wing nimble, zoom eye snaps
     Amor of flaxen haired dancer he sought
     Filmed before her fatty floor collapse 


     Cocky Rod knows how to remove her corpse
     Platonic blonde diced by cow carcass blade
     Churns through her chaste, chest flesh warps
     Chuck steak beak struck, friends caw unafraid 


     



             20th July 2022
             Written for Contest: Start Sleuthing 
             Sponsor: Natasha L. Scragg
Form: Rhyme

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