Best Slap In The Face Poems
In this uncertain life you work hard everyday,
step in the hamster wheel you have mounting bills to pay,
careful not to resort to temptation you crave,
you think of the Que Sera Sera song sung by Doris Day,
You watch the news people are filled with rage,
hoping agains't hope that humanity will turn a different page,
feeling like that solitary hamster stuck in his cage,
people who have no problems resist you like the plague,
Things seem to go pretty smoothly then you have a rogue wave,
major health and financial problems out of the blue like a slap in the face,
you hang in there and keep swimming for your life trying to be brave,
just keep hanging ten on your surfboard knowing that Jesus saves,
Another day of waves of anxiety is the price we pay,
worrying about our country's future and our children's fate,
sometimes you feel like time is short and your just devil's play,
anxiety is the devils priority until were in our graves.
2-23-17
What a slap in the face!
It’s an international disgrace!
(Descriptive distraction)
and (subversion in action)
It’s now commonly used in parlance by judiciary
while in literature this prevalent (lie) I see.
With a bland, enough face?
or is there the hint of a trace?
Could there be in its origin, a.. motive? or motion
created to infiltrate a nations notion?
A.. (sort of sufferance)
involved with its utterance!
So (abused & misused) is the category
I must zero in all my batteries,
Now I am clearing my decks,
here I go, what the heck!
For I have admiration for a Francophile
would converse with a Russophile
I so enjoy your work Faberge
and appreciate the charm of the Gallic sway
But for me there is no third way!
(now) without any doubt I am coming about
And stoking all my fires
for full ahead’s my desire.
On the literary beach
I see a very (rotten peach)!
And it was ‘hidden’ in full view
Hmm.. let’s see what some firepower can do
For the doting parents who pray
keep our kids safe today.
Hardworking moms & dads who care,
find time that is to spare
From extra help with early reading
to painting nursery room ceilings
Some working 14-hour days
it makes me angry I say.
Aunts & uncles, grandparent, teachers
of calm nature and reason
With motives pure and in step
with life’s seasons
And the name of the paedophile should by rights be theirs,
its been hijacked, does anyone care?
It’s too good a description, just not the depiction
to be bandied about, LISTEN
AS I SHOUT WITH TRUE INDIGNATION
CHANGE THIS DECEPTION OF NATIONS
© Joe Maverick 25-04-2011
My eyes have not grown too weak or dim
to ignore what they've long been seeing
pretenders who wear a mask of disguise
like a skier who's not proficient at skiing
Everyone who labels him/herself a 'poet'
thinks he's composed brilliant words, versed
but lacks ability, and some of us know it,
and receives high praise; payback reimbursed
Is it because some seek insincere empty words
to gain a like response as a misbegotten debt?
Could it be they want undeserved admiration
for posting things a serious poet would regret?
And what of time consuming contest entries
that tower in skilled verse above most of the rest,
only to see everyone received a first place finish
when theirs is ignored but clearly one of the best.
IT'S A SLAP IN THE FACE!!!
Let's not overlook when the final results are in
those who give nods to each other as number one
It's obvious they don't always deserve the win.
Doesn't that spoil both the challenge and the fun?
Go ahead and point out that I shouldn't complain
because I stopped entering contests months ago
and seldom post on a site where some would reign.
but I discover things that make me say, "WHOA!"
Not so many fake names appear by a cheating judge
and I thank all of those who plowed that farrow
There are times when we all need a bit of a nudge
to make sure the path we walk is straight and narrow
Now I've learned that the advertisement displays
are prohibiting Connie Wong from enjoying her part
in reading and commenting in her loveliest of ways.
Connie is a talented poet, with a pure, loving heart.
My premium membership is up at the end of May
by now you've gathered that I'll not be renewing
but I'll still occasionally post on any given day.
Thank you for reading what has long been brewing
Comments are welcome if you would like to share
your thoughts, agreeable and even if they're not
We all have opinions; a community should care
about problems...unless you just don't give a squat
and if that's the case, I totally understand that, too
I, too, dislike poems.
I’ve tried runes (and rampikes)
but that’s affected
rather than merely effete.
So I call them
figments.
When people query
What do you write?
at a barbecue or birthday party
I say soliloquies,
fractals,
fragments.
Self-similarities,
singularities,
sculptures (scriptures), geometric shapes and series,
three dimensional triangles, spheres
and differential equations,
fractured fairy tales,
Rocky and Bullwinkle,
rectal impactions.
On the other hand,
bits, bots, bytes
remnants, scrap, earth
gobs of phlegm in grains of sand,
shards of glass in a slice of hell,
hunks and clumps, curds and whey, sleet and pain, slap in the face
sub-atomic particles, cell organelles,
chunks of energy, cookie crumbs,
rusty trucks stuck in mud, dustings for ghosts,
just plain dumb luck, rocks, concrete, but not tweets.
sometimes I need to be
very in your face
make myself heard
let out that roar
and drama it up a score
the need for more
at the core
more intensity
vivacity
high voltage vibrancy
more "live it to the max" volitility
I'm here
right in your face
no comfort zone space
social media mad
posting the good
berating the bad
advocating this and that
slap in the face reality queen
believing she can make a difference
change the world philosophy
makin it reality
that's me
at other times
like a vapor, I rise
no trace of me
just a peripheral entity
no image
no sound
no feet on the ground
there but not there
giving all I've got
to float free from this spot
deactivate, hide
fight to stay alive
comatose complacency
that's me
strange...
the "in your face"
and "no trace" girl
both are....me
can you see?
Now...
in all honesty
in vital veracity
tell me...
who do you want me to be?
Eileen Manassian
The smell would hit me like a slap in the face
My daddy was a patient in that place
I would find him sitting in his chair alone
I wished he didn’t live in a nursing home
How I longed to take him home with me
I couldn’t afford to stay with him, you see
He might wander off and I had to make a living
How I hated doing this for he had been so giving
He worked so hard, he had been a good Dad
Providing for the big family he and Mama had
Now Mama had gone on up to heaven
It was up to me, youngest of the seven
I would feel so guilty leaving him there
I was afraid he might think I didn’t care
His mind slipped away to some other place
Most days he didn’t even recognize my face
“I love you daddy,” I would always say
Hoping he would know me that day
He did recognize me one last time
It's a favorite little memory of mine
He looked at me with clear recognition
He patted my arm and asked this question
“Baby, are you still teaching school?”
I broke down and cried like a blubbering fool
On the day he died, I was there with him
I fed him ice and sang to him a favorite hymn
I wish he had known and had felt my touch
Daddy’s ‘baby girl’ misses him so much
This is the last straw
The last cold slap in the face
The last hard swallow of total disgrace
I'm tearing down this whipping post
And disappearing from your ghost
And all your constant belittling boasts
This is my own life to save
For I know you wish me an early grave
But I must be brave
And break all phoney family ties
And turn my glance from your demon eyes
And strip my soul of your hate and lies
Its sad the love you chose to hide
Is the major reason this family died
And now future generations will be denied
Those bonds so precious for love to thrive
But here and now I break the chain
And try to salvage the hope that remains
That God will bless this heart again
To live for love and be free of pain
And let my light shine through the stains
That have been washed away by the spirits rain.
Different pains can be preferable
Though all hurts
Though all hurts deep
There are different
flavors
of
ferocity
Stinging, high pitched and sour screams
Burning, low boiled growling
Sharp, a swift high jab
Psychological
no
not
emotional, psychological
My psyche hurts
My emotions burn
My soul stings
My despair is sharpened
None can be seen
no evidence given
no one forgiven
My psyche HURTS
The warmth between hypothermia and death
warm and soft
I
want
to sleep
always
sleep
only
sleep
sleep is the only relief
there is but one other waking relief
Pain is relief
a jolt
a shock
that punches you out of the emotions you're drowning in
just a gasp
but it's preferable to drowning
a gasp
a slap-in-the-face-wake-up gasp
I can't breath
a gasp
Ive noticed boys are like seagulls.
They pick up the first shiny thing they see.
Why would they want something dull.
Dont you agree?
And they keep it and hold it and tell it its pretty and that they love it.
Until they spot something more shiny and new.
Something that they just have to get.
I don't have any clue.
How they don't care anymore about the first.
They have no problem dropping it and forgetting.
They leave it like it was the worst.
Its a slap in the face..It stings.
Ive noticed something else i can see
There's always something prettier, brighter.
There always seems to be something shinier then me...
Silent footsteps don't make a sound
Forbidden love never to be found
I walk this lonely road astray
Hoping to find my place someday
My heart growing as cold as stone
Realizing my destiny's to be alone
Feeling loves warm embrace
To instead a stinging slap in the face
From holding one so dear
Just to lose them is my fear
Looking forward to heaven's touch
The love I know n loved so much
To lose it now is a shame
As I look into the face of my flame
Feeling the heat of burning desire
As I slowly walk through the fire
Watching the hope Ive had in the past
Turn completely into ash
Why is it always the ones you least expect
The ones you love and deeply respect.
Only to have them rip you apart.
By telling you they have a cheating heart.
At times it seems love is a waste.
And those in love need a slap in the face.
I can't trust my heart, it has lead me wrong.
Why can't i learn to be strong.
To stay away from how i feel.
And learn to face what is real.
That love is a fairy tale, a stupid lie.
I avoid the pain of love, so as to not cry.
I avoid love to keep from falling apart.
All because of that one cheating heart.
Just a cold, hard slap in the face
Is Daylight Savings Time to morning place
Winter’s drive is dark and cold
Headlights searching for deer in the road
But March brings the sun like golden ripe fruit
To brighten my chores and morning commute
For just a while I pretend it will last
Try to keep winter’s veil in the past
But then the inevitable Monday comes
Because someone decided this silly thing should be done
I’ve changed the clock the night before
So once again only darkness awaits out my door
For another month
I keep the dark pace
Whoever thought of this needs a slap in the face!
Why do you treat me the way you do?
Is that girl worth giving up the love I have for you?
Is she worth giving up all the laughter we share?
Tell me baby, who is the one who was always there?
Is she worth giving up the diamonds that sparkle in my eyes?
You said you loved only me. Your full of lies!
I was the one who supplied you the air you breath!
You promised me the world in return and now all you can do is leave.
Where was she when you were lying sick in bed?
She wasn't there to take care of you, but I was instead.
Who was there to cook your meals after you came home from hard days?
I was! your woman. I loved you, so naturally those were my ways.
And yet you stand there facing me telling me I'm gone.
Fine! all I did was love you, you’re the one who's in the wrong.
Who was there to rub your back when you were in stress?
She wasn't there! I was there to help you with that mess!
She wasn't there to wash your clothes or do your dishes
I was there for everything, I gave you all your wishes.
Tell me baby, is she worth the effort and strength we put into each other?
She's not up for the long run with you, she only wants to be your nightly lover.
Tell me baby, does she know your last name?
She's not real, baby she's just a game!
Does she know your pain and what all you've been through?
Tell me baby, what made you stoop so low to her? What did I do?
What could I have done so wrong for you to allow her to take my place
All I did was love you with every ounce of blood I had, and I got a slap in the face.
Well don't come crawling back to me when she's hurt you, member you were in the wrong.
I did all that I could for you and even went the extra 10 miles singing you my love song.
I can't copy and paste a quote and begin writing. My heart won't allow my pen to move. My soul says Lou that ain't you. Talk about anything, everything, about scriptures written in red, nothing at all, just let it be you, about you, involve you and her, all the thems you wanted back in the day, but since you were too shy they never gave you the time or a slap in the face. Write about how you've grown as a man, and how they see potential rising in you like soft dough placed in the hottest oven. Mouth watering metaphors as the Corona invites you to lower inhibitions and lay naked on the page. Fearless and unashamed. Dare any woman to close her eyes, ride these words to its final end. Let it sit there in between her something or other. Resting until heartbeats form. Something other than pastry is rising. It's the return of what she's been missing. Someone willing to please her before self acts selfishly. Here, is where I win. Not from parting is such sweet sorrow, but from every time you and I share hello. Every day you and I share some new meaning and uncover a new beginning. Exploring. Taking a look at the past in order to make sense of now. And here comes the revelation I've been waiting for, I don't write for them or you, it’s for her. Always shall be. I'm lucky enough that my soul has a front row seat to the things she brings out of me. Its ordained one woman shall forever change, be the demise and resurrection of one man. It's something that my soul despises but I'm drawn to her resolve all the same. Thoughts, feelings and flow captured on pages, hopefully one day gracing larger stages than just them, me, her and you. Maybe I'll create something Shakespearean, pen a quote someone else might be inspired to write about. We shall see, for the time being don't say goodbye to me.
Across the earth I go
Back to the loneliest place I know.
7 seas away... in the coldest most terrible place...
Is where fate has chosen for me to stay.
But the happiest most sacred place is with you...
The warmest most humble way..Is in you.
A slap in the face of fate..I'll stop at nothing to make my way...
to you.
I fear no consequence..
For I want no life so distant..
From you.
My love, My life..There is no price
to high..
No lesson too deep, No punishment..
Too steep..
For you.
I'd endure the world to be with you..
I'd die proving my love...
To you.
I want no legacy..But to carry the legacy..
Of you.
My love, I've found the reason for the sun..
The beauty in the stars..
The wonder in the moon..
It's all in loving you.
I feel no joy from Greece, No love from Rome or Italy..
All the joy I could possibly need..
Can be found in Cottage made of trees..
Just you and me..
Together Forever...Finally