Best Sit Tight Poems
Just as bees squeeze like watermelon seeds
Spit across apricot fields
My wife and I on Friday
Join the lines of highways up north
Pulled by hilltops to the Leelanau blue sky
Where lakes stir in the wind at the citrus rims
Of wine valleys below
And cherry orchards blossom in row after row
Like sheets of cupcakes spiraled with frosting.
Tonight we will sit tight around our lakeside fire
As petals closed upon this blaze of flower
With a Loon trilling her flute of bones
To the stars salted across the night
And voices bump from shore to shore
Murmurs softened beyond repair
The cabins flickering to a second life
In a fuse of fire lit around our lake
A tradition. We stop the car a ways away
From my mom and dad’s cabin
And let out our kids on the shoulder of road
To run like deer the final half mile.
I bought a box of smiles
Now I'm in a perdicament
Since there's only a few
How do I best use them
Do I pull out a smile when I see a child
Or wait for a funny situation
Do I cut one in half to add to a nervous laugh
When I'm clearly caught misbehaving
Do I share one with my neighbor
Whose husband is gone and she's all alone
Use them now or save them for later
Or do I put one on when I see a couple
Hand in hand walking down the street
I know how that feels cause it gives me chills
When my girl and I do the same thing
Should I head to the beach and in the box reach
For a smile on a bright sunny day
Or just sit tight for whatever might
Any day come my way
I never knew there were so many different reasons
For which a smile is meant
So I just took one out, the perfect smile
And wore it everywhere I went
Realizing soon after that
That smiles never really wear down
So I opened the box, took out the whole lot
And passed all the smiles around
Now everyone I see smiles back at me
All they needed was someone to share them
I still have a few so here's one for you
They're so popular now everyone wears them
Mae West
Large chest.
Cruise ship
Sea trip.
Blue meth
Spells death.
Clap more
Encore.
Sun burn
Ne'er learn.
Birds fly
Sky high.
Palm trees
Blue seas.
Drunk tank
It stank.
Red light
Sit tight.
Wear pink
Boys wink.
Bright bling
Gold ring.
She bakes
Nice cakes.
Sea shore
Waves roar.
Sex toy
Lewd joy.
First bike
Red trike.
Cheap meal
Good deal.
Written 29th. September 2020.
Adrift upon the ocean
bob a bunch of resting birds.
What is it that they call themselves?
A flock or school or herd?
Could it be this feathered colony
is a band or horde at best
No screeches, calls or gaggling,
they don’t brood or crowd or nest
Spread out like black freckles,
birds are shuffled by default.
Flavoring the ocean
dash of pepper to sea’s salt
Not gliding like mighty albatross
with wingspan strong and wide.
Or dancing with the currents
right by the dolphins side
Just floating in the middle
between the blue and green
Neither soaring in the heavens
or a coral dance routine
And there, what’s that beneath them,
beyond their paddling feet
Just some strange attraction?
Or friends they’re yet to greet.
A sudden splash of water!
Could it be a pod of whales?
Or the giggle of a baby seal,
nipping at their tails.
Will they look right through the jellyfish,
that flash and throb and group
to the gathering bunch of mackerel
congregating in the soup
But no, they’re not much bothered
by the party in full swing.
They just gossip amongst each other
While cleaning weathered wings
Waiting for the wind to change
On the ocean they sit tight
Regaining all that energy
needed to take flight
So what's its name, this party?
Of primp and craning necks.
In the skies they flock together
On the ocean, they’re a wreck!
The Trails of Sanity
Why do I care if the disturber carries on
Why is it I cannot just wait it out, bide my time
Be more mindful, try and bond
Embrace what I don’t understand
Welcome the scorching taste in my mouth
I wait, I watch, and watch and wait
what seems a millennium
The afterglow of embers still burn
Just sit tight…
The day ends with a tug on the swatch
of the backpack, I doff it off my shoulders
I hear the trifles start up once more behind me
As my eyes wander upwards
As the Rigel star taps into my soul
As I surrender inward, a whispering voice
cues consolingly…
Here you are
Mind at ease
Free
You have asked what I do see
From my Magic Window
If you really want to know
Sit tight here I go.
From my Magic Window
I see the future and the past
Time before creation
And time before man
Where the dinosaur moved
Through the rocky hills
And Eons later their remains
Give me a thrill
Where Adam and Eve
And the apple tree I view
If I could only have been there
I'd have turned the serpent into a stew
How I love Noah's Ark
And the animals on board
Thanks to God we now enjoy
All but the dinosaurs
And what of the caveman
Who in rocky caves resided
Hand prints, pictures, wheel and fire
Have us all excited
There is Roman history, World history
War history and cowboy history
And what of the Indians as for their lands they fought
When the foreigners moved in and left them all distraught
Maybe I'll share
My Magic Window now and then
And if I bore you and you don't come back
That's alright my friend
Cile Beer
August 16, 2010
It is night
2 am
I am driving to the store for cigarettes
A short trip
Or it would be
Except the light turns red
The minute I reach it
I slow my car to a crawl
Hoping that I can inch my way forward
That if I just take my time
It will turn green and signal
My departure
It doesn’t turn green
And so I sit
At a red light
With not another car in sight
I sit tight
Just like I was trained to do
A good citizen
A willing slave
Even when it is clear I could move
Even when not a soul would be harmed
By pushing on the gas
And blowing the light
I sit in the dark
At the light
A quiet symbol of control
And wonder what it means to be free
And this is quite possibly
The greatest argument
For not buying cigarettes
At 2 am
If more people sat
In the dark
At lights at 2am
Then the makers of lights and rules
Might tremble
Order by offer
Ingredients do matter
Stuck in first trouble
Boiling some flavors
Pudding missed in sweet manner
Moulding successfully failed
Yet we feel give up
Deserve for a second chance
Re-mould done! Relieved...
Sit tight in a fridge
Naughty pudding had a plan
Mission to seduce
Tempted by its look
My husband eat for a slice
Mother-in-law scold
Naughty pudding finally win in its mission, well, one pudding unsold :p
we get ready
the family is steady
its bright lights
as we sit tight
its
FAMILY MOVIE NIGHT
Where are you?
Where are you?
The only one that I seek in day and night, where are you?
Within every glimpse of my vanished sight, where are you?
You are the ultimate soul of love and peace; do not hide.
In this journey, I need comfort in my plight; where are you?
I am so lost, and I can't find my way out; please help.
Who will help me to win this desperate fight? Where are you?
I am anxiously seeking what the truth is; tell me now.
What else can do besides sleeping or sit tight? Where are you?
My nights are darkened, and days darker than nights; I need light.
The twilight of the dawn has not enough light; where are you?
My wish is to fly as high as the sky; show me more.
Ascending into the boundaries of your height, where are you?
Me and "Haloo," we are both witnessing love, can you see?
Without love, this globe will be full of fright; where are you?
6/3/2016 Haloo
This form of poetry is called "Ghazal." The Ghazal (Persian/Arabic) is a poetic form consisting of 5-15 rhyming couplets with the perfect syllabus in each couplet and usually follows with a refrain (the repeating phrase), although using a refrain is not mandatory. It is common in ghazals for the poet's name or nickname to be featured in the last couplet. Ghazal always expresses the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love (both physical and spiritual) in spite of that pain. The great Persian Poets such as "Rumi and Hafiz" used this style of poetry to express their thoughts.
If you sit tight, and promise not to spite
I will tell you a story, when I was not in my glory
grade one, a new chapter
who knew my teacher would be a captor?
that’s right! I said it!
a washroom run, she did not permit
there I stood
as still as I could
but I couldn’t help wiggle, then jiggle, and out popped a nervous giggle
first I got a casual stare
not two seconds later, a frightening glare
Oh no! I thought
a quick exit I sought
I could feel the rush coming
my small feet started drumming
how could she be so cruel?
this has got to be against some rule!
and there it went
the warm stream I could not prevent
I could tell she was mad
but I had to go SO bad!
she pointed the way out
boy! Did she shout!
“go to the loo! You twitsy-poo”!
Oh. So you thought that was it?
why don’t you take another short sit
to the principals office I walked down
sporting a most shameful frown
she also looked unimpressed
thank goodness, I was wearing a dress
my underwear was wet but my clothes remained dry
if I had to wear lost and found clothes again, I surely would cry
I pictured Mrs. Marriotti as a belly dancer
while she called mom for dry underwear, but there was no answer
I was vexed, with what happened next
you’ll never believe me
the travesty that was caused by my pee
not only was I humiliated, and my new teacher I did annoy
but the underwear I had to wear for the day was made for a BOY!
Diana-Marie Bombardieri
January 30, 2012
CONTEST - Dr. Seuss is on the loose (G. Rix)
African rape of democracy
She is citadel of beauty,
Crown in all nature bulden
Nature made her, her blessing of
duty
Atlantic, Equator, desert are beauty
then
They came in Khaki and iron
Rape her raining to harmattan
season
Emptied, she is made in the sun
Her natural endowment with no
qualms
Africans weep, weep Africans with
folded arlms
The rape have her of a daughter in
disarms
Democracy a daughter of rape
They took to alt democracy in scope
Behind the khaki and iron
They promise a fresh face, fine con
But in disguise and vacuity
Democracy is rape by without in
pathy
Their companions family autocracy
Friends, relations said monocracy.
The rape anchor family, friends
bereauecrate
Democracy poor beauty she given to
tract
My heart weep, the horn of ship
which gain
Of miscarriage that goes to ocean
The iron fish not swallow OK, that
obtain?
Ocean iron fish and the rapist
Have a hand in this pist
Who thought the rapist the way of
ocean?
Theme of the above poem
(1) Natural blessing
(2) Rape: destroying what has been
(3) Coup
(4) Exploitation
(5) Continuation of been in power in
African
Note: This is a free verse poem of
about 26 lines arrange in 4 stanzas,
starting with stanza one that has 4
lines the rest 6 and so on, stanzas
arrange in climax order. The poem
has a rhyming scheme of Ab Ab in
stanzas 1 and stanza 2 with ccc ddd,
etc
Reason: This poem is written in the
of African leader who are always
coming into giver by coop (Stanza 2
line 1) they came in khaki and iron
and there sit tight attitudes and how
they carry African resources to other
countries not developing their own
states and country stanza 4 line 6
Place of writing: Igoni goni
Message:
(1) African leaders should not be the
sit tight leaders
(2) That African leaders love taking
African resource over sea for them
to enjoy an Africa the people
without love and causes scarcity of
food.
Autumn Rhyme by Sabrina Oliver
I woke up this morning like amber,
Feeling the depths of my fire burn.
Exalting cold, dark shadows that linger,
Waiting for the clock, tic-toc, let it turn,
And rising crimson under flame yearns.
Under the Urn found truth and beauty Yates.
Waiting for my pumpkin savior, sit tight.
Cinderella's sweet as cinnamon gaze.
Touch of ginger hasten me umber-like.
Bitterness falls like leaves at his warm graze.
Rich like saffron, I feel full in his ways.
From great chaos and destruction, we see,
The truth and beauty in the light of me.
This is the year of reinventing yourself
No matter what it takes
The jack of all trades is upon us
When you can no longer
Dunk with perfect impunity
You have to play the game differently
Grab an organization degree
To top off the all star lunancy
And sit tight with middle aged comeback
No one lied, get it out of your mind
Don't start badmouthing again, putting your foot in your mouth
knocking your teeth around
You saw the warning signs, you are not a rodeo clown
This isn't new to you
this happened before, it was bound to happen
Without struggle, there can't be progress
This anticipation is making you scared, hyper aware
ignore your body signs to run, you hold it in until you're done
breathe a sigh of relief at the finish line
It'll come in time, stop holding your breath
frustration release
You knew it was all too easy
how 30 mins of your time was all took to get a straight answer
now you're crumbling here in near grief
40 mins is a bit excessive and unprofessional, yes
but just sit tight
don't run, don't you dare
You've been through too much to just walk out the door
You just gave a pep talk to the world or at least to your readers
now you're here banging your head on the walls
your fingers tapping away at your keyboard
waiting for your name to be called with bated breath
This has happened before, this happened before don't forget it
This has happened before, don't you dare quit
Look me straight in the eyes and tell me you get it
look me straight in the eyes and tell me you'll beat this
This is nothing
Stop hoping someone else will come through and save you
no one can save you but well me…
see your reflection there?
I am you and look what happened?
You did it…
We did it…
I did it…
I DID IT!!!!!
…
Is it wrong for me to be proud of myself
Is it wrong for me to look forward to the future
plan my own outcomes
Is it wrong for me to celebrate, celebrate this win
this win I've achieved
Is it wrong? Am I wrong?
I fear I am never nor ever feel like I belong
let's see if I belong here
My physical ability says no but I'll toughen it out anyway
I need this
God, help me, I need this
Mother, keep me strong
I need this
I just hope all my sore limbs don't fall off in the process