Best Slinging Poems
I regret
Not speaking up when I should have
Spewing when I should have been quiet
Not saying I love you
Slinging my anger
Being impatient with others
Bowing to fear
My flaming ego
I regret
I've judged others
Lying without blinking an eye
Living in greed
Lusting for people, places and things
Gross indifference
Ignoring God and his advice
Not living a righteous life
And putting all things before others
I regret
Waiting so late in life to see
What is really important
and not apologizing much sooner
Pithy Pants Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
1/30/19
Categories:
slinging, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Standing at the plate there is no doubt
The pitcher is determined to strike me out
He squints to see the catcher's glove
Then spins and swings his arms above
The ball scorches a path across the plate
I feebly swing six days too late
The umpire acts like he's having fun
When he bellowed out, "STRIKE ONE!"
Again the pitcher stares at the dish
While I silently make a wish
Not a big request at all
I only want to hit the ball
The pitcher rears back and throws a curve
The ball starts over there and then begins to swerve
I miss so badly I hit the ground
I can hear people laughing all the way back in town
The umpire is having a belly laugh too
As he holds up two fingers and shouts, "STRIKE TWO!"
The pitcher is doing a cocky dance
While behind the mound hiking up his pants
He looks smug and I hear the catcher say,
"Give it up boy, he's putting you away."
The pitcher shakes off signs 1,2,3
He's saving a special pitch just for me
He peeks out over the top of his glove
I can tell that this strikeout he already loves
He winds up like a crazy corkscrew
Slinging a pitch he has never threw
I close my eyes and jerk the bat
Somehow the bat finds where the ball is at
The crack was the loudest ever heard
Nowhere in this stadium can you hear a word
You can hear a pin drop in this place
Nary a smile on any face
You would think that ball was launched into outer space
But alas, it is just a dribbler to first base
I feel I should get out of town
When I saw the other team high-fiving on the mound
Dad said, "Don't worry son, we'll get them next time champ."
After all it was just my first bat at Little League camp!
Categories:
slinging, baseball, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
Violet
star stream
flowing
across
the
soullessness
of
mundane dream...
Whispering "everything's alright.
She's thriving like a spring fed rose in saintly gardens.
An angel brightly glowing.
...of this dream.
I staggered along a ragged path.
Through a battlefield of metal devils-called "quartered living.
Faith folding and unfolding.
Garnished with ogres slinging burning orbs of fire.
Halos of insanity...
This is when violet star sashayed in.
Soothing me
Shielding me
Her weeping rosary telling me.
That she loved and missed my heart.
Re-fastened our very being with a satin dream kiss.
That had tattered in the talon of time...
lifted me across the bloody broken battered fields.
...into the arms of forever
where the beat of pristinely only flies.
So fly my love, fly ever so softly into me.
If dreams mean anything
I know it won't be long.
till we dance the dance of butterflies.
Over green sprigs and lacy things in a warm summer wind.
In the heart pond of gilded tomorrows.
We'll gently drift about.
Make origami sunflower love.
High upon a gilded glade...
If dreams mean anything
death is just a splash
of black pebbles
in a violet starry stream....
If dreams mean anything,
Categories:
slinging, death, dedication, loss, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Friends, fellow poets and countrymen, please lend me your ear.
I do not live in Australia, and I wish to make that perfectly clear.
I will not insult that country, for to do so I’d have nothing to gain.
To be so rude would buy me a seat, on Trump’s derailed a$$ train.
I am a patriotic American, this is where I choose to reside.
I love my great country, and by its laws I will always abide.
In our United States, you’re eligible to vote if you pay your tax,
giving you the right to bash Biden or ride Trump’s crooked tracks.
Don’t tell me my country is broken from over 8800 miles away.
You can kiss my grits for that slander! That’s what I have to say.
You dare claim America is broken? How would you even know?
Was it social media and Fox News, or did a little joey tell you so?
Your political intellect is subpar, your facts are drivel and fake.
Cut back on the amount of Gin used in your stale Kangaroo cake.
You make me laugh, attention seeker, because you are such a fool.
The blunder from down under is just a brash Trumpeting Tool.
I come to write, not to bury another country for its faults.
If you’re not an American, then it’s time your pen halts.
Stop the demeaning insults you keep slinging at our borders,
or people might start pointing out your disturbing disorders.
Categories:
slinging, anti bullying, political,
Form:
Rhyme
spring is here
at last at last
wind blowing clouds
like gossamer glass
smells fill the air
the flowers are calling
bees making honey
with love and pollen
watching dandilions
is a glorious affair
while slinging their fluff
all thru the air
It seems I'm not
the only one
to jump with joy
here comes the sun
I hop and skip
accross a lawn
I twirl around
till I have fallen
I dance a happy
springtime dance
lay on the grass
where sprinklers splash
a sweet little inchworm
crosses my toe
take your time little one
just go with the flow
my spring my spring
is here for now
the sun stands up
to take a bow
Categories:
slinging, garden, happiness, imagery, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
I That Because Of Your Attack, Will Never Yield.
No single tear given, nor I gift you an open field
so yes, make merry with your hatred and false face
as you pretend to be a true and great religious man,
a fraud, with your camouflage, you are a total disgrace.
I that because of your attack will never yield.
Walking through majestic flowering meadows heart singing
as an ancient soul in poetry's many pass ways
ink will set and as my poetic words I be slinging
while you slither around within your hidden dark byways.
I that because of your attack will never yield.
This solemn vow I choose to make because of hate in you
as dawn its bright glory shares, my words will your evil haunt
never are given blessings to those that wear masks of two
with this new creation, you sad wickedness I now taunt.
I that because of your attack will never yield.
Robert J. Lindley,1-23-2020
Slam/rhyming poetry.
( A wolf in hiding, smiling behind its nasty evil nature )
Note: This poem is written about the one that hides to so falsely
accuse, demoralize and try to destroy other poets. He that shall
not be named but will suffer as all such hiding villains do.
A shame and a travesty that such a wicked soul gets by with such
reprehensible charades. Surely your envy/jealousy leads you to be
a tortured and lonely but hideously wicked soul. Yet a judgment
exists well beyond the scope of mere mortal man. Consider these
words as a poetic truth that will one day see you face the judgment
of your vicious and truly contemptible hidden deeds.
Tis I, that now deeply pities an evil wretch, such as you....
Categories:
slinging, character, conflict, corruption, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
This was written with regard to Jan's poem about the sad truth she discovered yesterday. An attitude adjustment is desperately needed for anyone who would try to manipulate others. https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_sad_truth_behind_the_reduction_of_comments_on_my_poems_974921
It's a cheeky, brazen pig who orders people around by saying,
"Don't comment on her poems, and don't read anything by him."
You wallow in a pig sty while on innocent poets you are preying.
With a demeanor such as that, your life must be pitiful and grim.
Stop slinging your dirty barnyard sludge in the faces of other poets.
You should feel ashamed for doing something so cruel and asinine!
But you'll never admit to what you've done and everyone knows it.
A poet's words are pearls, never meant to be thrown before swine.*
*Matthew 7:6
Categories:
slinging, poets, rude,
Form:
Rhyme
She is shadowed by fuzzy cobwebs of a morning without coffee,
while dust motes mingle with the mold of time.
Gazing out to the yard, through dingy glass, and fog,
into a dismal January, she hopes to catch a glimpse of the paper boy.
He travels through rain, sleet or snow, how could he understand,
(this teen-aged Paul Revere), that in this decrepit old house,
she is longing for a sign of youth? It has been a weary night, watching an old woman hang on by threads of life, that had worn thin years ago.
Watching and waiting, while cold winds blew and snow was falling,
and death was hoping to make a house call.
Any diversion, life being lived,... one brief eclipse of life in motion would be a relief.
To observe him toss the news into the sky like a Frisbee... not a care in the world
How would that feel...has she ever known? Has anyone ever been so young?
She thinks she may go mad with death and dying, with weariness, with waiting.
She suddenly shivers from a dreaded draft of frigid air, slithering in,
like a sneaky, uninvited ghost, slinking in around the rim.
nor'easter winds roll top shoe box...
splinter the silence.. -- debutante' caught in amber
a cataract view frozen sepia
Grabbing a handful of a thread-bare doily, she polishes the cold glass,
rubbing vigorously in circles against the grime,
making figure eights, in spite of frozen, stiff, fingers.
Satisfied, that she has a decent view of the blanketed yard,
and can see clearly where the muddy, gravel driveway,
bends gradually, curving to mate with the snow banked road,
at last, she spies the old Jeep coming, and watches with automated eyes,
yet, with some expectation, and strange excitement.
Then, as she might have guessed,
the teenager drives hurriedly by, barely slowing down, tossing the news,
and leaving her gaze and her thoughts, splattered by dark murky water,
while the slinging gravel that has been pitched into the sky, by his screeching tires,
falls like the pieces of the old woman's lonely life upon the pristine snow.
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For Deb's Contest: "Mix It Up"
Categories:
slinging, dark, death, farewell, loss,
Form:
Verse
It's a melodrama. Try to picture the drama queen
A bit actress lying on the floor in her final scene
Her lips trembling, tears running down her face
ruining her makeup in a gown of satin and lace
You won't win any Oscars, Honey. Not this time
Take lessons, hon. You can't act worth a dime
She's quick to blame everyone, but not herself
She claims innocence, but she's an imp, an elf
She's been insulted, but that's a falsified claim
Seriously, is she for real, or is warring her game?
No one has called her cruel names, not one of us
She's just a sad soul to have created such a fuss
Some poets are thin-skinned and misunderstand
that comments made are not given as a reprimand
But lo and behold... she sure came out swinging
like a bat out of hell with her accusations slinging
So lady poet, try and get a good grip on your life
No one is out to get you or cause you bitter strife
No one has rattled your cage or crushed your soul
and no one is bullying you with the acts of a troll
Your mean-spirited diatribes should reach an end
Maybe then you'll feel better; able to comprehend
You keep blowing a whistle without a good reason
and you've made yourself a victim of poetic treason
I'm wondering why you think your views are fine
and I should not be allowed to give voice to mine.
I didn't call you ugly names, neither of us did that
so stop clawing at us like some hissy spitting cat
It haunts you like shadows inside your imagination
So let it go and stop the outlandish discrimination
Don't you see that the delusions inside your head
are figments in your mind; things that you dread?
Categories:
slinging, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
We humans are the gods of the computer age. We have mastered the use of ones and zeros. Some argue we have created artificial intelligence. But is it possible that ones and zeros have replaced our intelligence with servitude?
I see
Faces glued to a screen
Trying to decipher all the data seen
People no longer talk
People no longer walk
I don't know when this got its start
Cell phones are now a new body part
I see
Lights flashing
Buzzers dashing
Images blazing
Eyes glazing
Our cars tell us where to drive
And when we will arrive
It is a mystery to me
How an app is all people want to see
We are slowly dissolving into cyber space
Rarely looking up to see a human face
Free thinking is dying
Muscles are atrophying
I think I have found
People are not smarter, but dumbing down
Keyboard courage, slinging hate from afar
Hiding behind an avatar
We suffer from a terrible affliction
It's called binary addiction
So I see on many a blank face
The fate of the human race
Cyber world: one
Humans: zero
All 'dim ones and zeros programming contest poetry contest
Sponsored by: Brahm Baily
10/3/18
Categories:
slinging, computer,
Form:
Free verse
Drop shots and trick shots, we admire
The gang banging swear slinging
Outcast that got in..
Someone who can shoot bullets faster than words
Who's idea of having a good time stops at
3 blunts
2 girls
And 1 hell of a night
Who needs confrontation when you have the ability to solve any problem
With the contraction of a single finger
POW, FLASH, and SKID-MARKS
Silence floods the avenue
As the man we knew
Falls pale face to concrete, right behind you
Who's gonna go next?
What statistic are you willing to live in?
When you realize your potential?
Where will you go?
So many lives to live
Why this one?
Break the circle of violence and lay a timeline to a better future
Rise out of circumstances and give your self a better angle
Put down the guns and raise your pens
Put down the gang signs and rep peace
Show love to all the unloved
And maybe they'll be hope for you yet.
Categories:
slinging, dedication, inspirational, life, loss,
Form:
Free verse
I love you rain
Come at me
With your sparkling
Diamond splashing
Water baguettes
Diamondize me
Lick me with your
Splishering diamond joys
I love you rain
Come at me
With your portly portable pumping poetry
Flitter pitter patter buoying boosty banter
Pouring snoring, roaring soaring, jumping jets
Splitting swishing swashbuckling glitzy gorgeous glitterama
Blinging blanging clanging gluey golden glory
Air cleansing wooing wooshing wooting wind friend story
I love you rain
Come at me
With your dancing
Deftly dangling diamonds
Unfurl glowing skies
Flights of soothing cries
Your micro thunder
Kiss parade bluster
Skywide rosary seeds
Natures prayer leads
Meditation chi gong traffic
Micro hugs of time's fabric
I love you rain
Come at me
With your awe inspiring
Diamond light cracking crackling kisses
That sharpen, brighten, spin, shower, empower
The kaleidoscopic bright lips of faceted light!
Nurture us all, fill us all, with your connected inside out love!
Load us up with your resilient diamond fiber winks & glows
Quiet slinging sure serene silent super strength that guides the cosmos
I love you rain
Come at me
By Davieo, David Rothchild
Categories:
slinging, 8th grade, angel, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
The sword in my hand
is a pen
Sharp is the dried ink
I electronically send
Like all the mighty men of old,
I’m not afraid to speak the truth
Children of Judah walk like lions,
we stride bold
Idol loving liars beware,
I love hunting your beastly sins
I love catching you in the dark,
then smiting you with my pen
The sword in my hand
is a Goliath-killing pen ...
it’s fire forged
Slinging a smooth, small stone of truth,
I took the big sword
out of my enemy’s hand
Now it’s a giant sword I’m wielding
So I ask, as I approach: are you foe or friend?
Wrong answer will get you cut down,
struck dead by my pen
Truth is a double-edged sword,
its words are sharp
Blessed is he who has the words of God
issuing from their mouth
Faithful is he who holds that sword
resting on the hot coals
Devoted is he who unsheathes this pen,
ready to join the battle
of Good versus evil
Categories:
slinging, poets, religious, spiritual, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Remember the Promise
Garden gates slammed shut
Tears of shame upon grieving cheeks
Orphans looking back through barred gates
Hear the promise – Messiah – Emmanuel.
Remember the promise.
Apocalyptic storm
Contract to build a haven for life
Sanctuary tossed upon fury driven waves
Covenant in rainbows arching colors.
Remember the promise!
Dreams upon the desert
Watch the morning pass to midnight
Generations like stars beyond your sight
Laughter swaddled in your arms.
Remember the promise!
A pledge of freedom
From plagues and locusts sent
Challenges footsteps to climb the sacred mountain
I Am signature written in stone.
Remember the Promise!
Shepherd slinging stones
Kings and giants give up their crowns
To reign forever from generation to generation
Man after the everlasting heart.
Remember the promise!
Promise never broken -
Living breathing covenant
Eternal promise in two nail scarred hands
King and prophet - brother, friend.
Remember the promise!
5/31/20
Contest: Promise
Categories:
slinging, remember,
Form:
Free verse
Her heart was a watercolor foyer.
Drifting about eddies-beneath fatal falls.
Wishing away the violets,
morning roses and midnight glories.
Fading mist-stained beating.
Her loves inheriting the aromas
percolating from her water garden mind.
Those who thought they knew her,
stood high upon crystal browed shores.
Slinging burning stones and bits of bone.
Summing up her life in bold font quips...
She was that-she was this.
Green viper bitten -black moon kissed...
As her final pallet faded,
blackbirds escaped her brilliant veins.
Time greedily sweeps the gild to gray...
The thrashers scattering her starry soul.
Into the misty orbit of Monet.
Categories:
slinging, death, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme