Best Sloppiness Poems
Dependable Defender Jésus Christ of Nazareth Football Club
This morning lost His appeal for the red card He received
During His side game with the highly rated Pharisees
He’ll be unavailable for their match against the Sadducees
He was sent off by no-nonsense referee Pontius Pilate
For defeating a host of Principalities and Powers
The Club failed to have the decision overturned by the Jurisdiction
He will therefore be sentenced to death by crucifixion
The ‘Special One’ is to make no comment on the decision
After Herod Disciplinary Committee dismissed the club’s appeal
Jésus offered Himself as a *Sacrificial Lamb* for a collective guilt
On the football club’s recent sloppiness and wilt
The Stalwart Defender's Penalty
Will begin with a physical torture
Followed by carrying a heavy rugged cross
Is the Disciplinary Committee right? Make your gloss
GLOSSES FOR JESUS LOSES RED CARD APPEAL :
Tony Taylor writes, March 28th…2:17
A typical King Herod Decision!
I think the decision needs a
Gary Neville writes, March 28th….2:19
Watching Jésus on the field is immensely enjoyable
This Rock from Nazareth is just unconquerable
Rashford writes, March 28th….3:15
Corrupt official! Corrupt leader
All they care is 30 pieces of silver
Major Buckley writes, March 28th…3:17
HE CAN’T GO AWAY WITH IT!
CRUCIFY HIM! CRUCIFY HIM! I submit
Nana Ama writes, March 28th…..4:17
The decision by ref Pontius Pilate was very harsh
Jésus triumphed! And He did it with great panache
Wolf writes, March 28th….5:15
The blame must lay with Judas and McCoy
Surely it’s their fault not Jésus. Sorry boy!
Omar writes,March 28th….. 6:17
You’re an idiot’s wolf!
This Jesus should go play golf!
Crucify Him sir! Crucify Him! I rest my case
Jonathan Reid writes, March 28th…7:17
I personally think Herod can’t rescind the red card
We talking football politics. He didn't tackle too hard
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I was up all night, to pray that, this isn't some sort of payback
Even after letting these years pass, I'm still holding my tears back
Because all these feelings that I have, got me feeling, like I'm feeling kind of sad
Every night, I'm in the same dream, and I know I have to leave
And I know this may mean, I'll wake with a cry of sorrow, and a mad scream
Because the dream was about you and me, and I know this may seem
That I haven't drawn the line, and cut at the seam
But I'm quite keen to say, the dreams help me breathe
When I wake, I think of the stars passed my ceiling
I'm concealed and conceded to what I'm still feeling
Because to me baby your were something special
Cause lady I'd drop everything, and not look at my schedule
A feeling so sentimental, You'd settle my life which was so stressful
Now I gotta do it with a paper and pencil, I best be careful
Cause my bestie's the devil, set on a level where I'll never be successful
Cause I'm about to booze girl, and about to lose her
Cause I'll ooze out and say those wrong words, and I know it won't work
And another knowing its worth, Cause I'm intoxicated
Cause I like my songs slow, I like my drinks strong
I like my walks long, I like my lights low
And I like my nights wrong, So I'm sitting back, so I could fade away
So I'm sitting here fading as I lay awake, Sitting faded thinking about my mistakes
Now I'm fadin' in, think of what I said "We should take a break"
The look in your eyes, I seen your heart ache, I seen your legs shake
I seen that this love wasn't fake, but at that age, aren't we supposed to make mistakes?
Just to learn from one another, and I knew that's when I really loved her
Because to be with you, I'd do something insane just to see you smile
I'd rearrange the stars so it said your name, I know it's crazy strange
But in my dreams I contain no ounce of pain, it's like things remained the same
But at this pace, I should be in front of your palace, I searched the depths
I even found Atlantis, Maybe I should steal your Christmas list
And be your personal Saint Nicholas
I know it's ridiculous, but you're my beauty miss
I know this is obvious I can't hold my emotion, I'm showing my sloppiness with in this ocean
Continue to part 2.
Slouching on the evening train
Ravelling through old anxieties,
It better than eye contact with robots
Haplessly Shuffling on and off
The deepest and fondest memories appear
Through the thorny ripples of mind
Speeding down memory lane
First memory, first bike, first bruise
First Day of school, no front teeth
Fast forward to first date,
Sloppiness of that first awkward kiss
First love pangs of distress
Until at last your realize
You passed your flaming stop.
I've done my part
all the players laid to rest,
three wise men gazing at a star
a gentle beast braying
the lamb with the chipped leg
a family of three still smiling
though they lost a bit more hay.
Miracle messiah dumped to the back of the closet
with the bulbs, bows and happy paper
where the heavens are always darkened
I slide a wooden rock over their tomb
and head for the warmth of the Inn,
for a beer-small talk and a shot of sloppiness-
When I was young my mum ironed my jeans
With my clean underwear on I thought I looked keen
But as I grew older and had to look after myself
Ironing your jeans was a sign of wealth
So I didn't iron them to give that lived in hook
When I found that I had a hip new look
Where it was simple just to wash them
And put them on with no need for sloppiness to defend
But sometimes being drip dry would my scene
Walking around in them wet after they were clean
So they are a versatile garment of many uses
Just don’t iron them or make any neatness excuses.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Truth beyond bias in belief and perception
Counter Intuitive
To be me Or not to be
Practice makes perfect Boredom fosters sloppiness
Try to be happy all the time Full range of emotions fulfills.
Improving your weaknesses Focus on what you are best at
Always just be yourself Adapt, change in response to others
Pick me, I'm such a beauty All that glitters is not gold
Work less to achieve more Taking a break, wastes your time
Failure is a setback drudge Trial and error a win out need
Giving is better than receiving Rewarding oneself is fulfilling
Less is more, easier to choose Less to choose from you miss the best one
First impressions are reliable Snap judgments are biased by your failings
When investments fail cut your losses Keep investing until you turn the corner
Trying too hard voids success Success comes through perseverance
Least competent overstate their ability Highly skilled understate competence
All medicines have a placebo effect Distrust medicines until they work
Being less obsessed, detached wins out Success comes by focusing on your goals
Spend more to save more, buy quality Buy cheap, good things, nothing lasts forever.
No luck in success, just hard work The more you try the luckier you become.
Thank you my Father God Almighty for making me, somebody,
You are the best who gives me rest,
You give no sloppiness,
Even when I am sitting at my desk,
Taking a test of life, through all the sacrifices You have made,
You have delivered me from all my mess in life,
Now I can take my rest with the best that You have,
I make this one request in my life, now that I can see,
You are the one who paid the final fee, Who died, was buried
And rose again, took all of my sins,
Nail them to the cross and set me free,
Indeed I'm free, I now have the key to live eternally,
Take my gift, my talent, my great potentially,
That I may be debt-free indeed.
My only way to tell your Poem
is to tell you mine
I read alot of poetry...
from time to time,
Some I find confusing, four letter words
you shouldn't be using...
instead YOU do contrive words
which do not rhyme or don't belong
like "dust upon my broken-legged desk
abandoned for so long"...
when spell-check is unused,
sharpness, sloppiness do not amuse
even an occasional ink splatter
doesn't really matter...
that piece, is better left unread
(Not to be read)
that old verse is in reverse
we can do without your swearing...
it only messes with my head
remembering what was said...
your reference point is pointless
as is my quill
laid there, in my ink well, still...
you may not understand, my only
way to tell your poem is to tell...
or review all MINE...
now, that I'm through, I'll tell/review
you yours, when I find some time :)
They walk on coals on tippy toes for years —
Ice cold, red hot, a ravished tongue of spurs.
With hope, they balance happiness and fears.
Over stove, truly shamed, the pot it stirs.
Severe, the cursed to pace through fragile time.
On doors they knock and tear off locks of hair.
The shadow of crazed mimic, senseless mime.
Through sloppiness of tears, they know they care.
The drip of drops grows quiet - faucet off.
The stains on cheeks remain — rejection’s pain.
A cool soft cloth on honey skin sans scoff,
Agree to toss all argument — abstain.
Insanity pleads, pride be right not wrong.
But loving lips just want to get along.
3/6/2018
In the far Far East,
a few strange Hindu temples are intricately carved,
& are most pornographically exuberant,
everywhere there are wrathful-playful-sexual-
vengeful-gesturing-carousing-beckon -ing -
ascending-descending-riding-weeping - flying -
alluring - humping - bumping- twerking -
singing, or just dancing around being the epitome
of gods and
godlings.
Even in hotel America
there is the heady scent of
a rowdy sacredness
as rooms are congested with hyped-up
reveling deities.
The enlightened ones, ride luggage carts
in the dead of night,
sing drunkenly, slam doors,
or watch HBO with the volume way up.
All is a sacred sloppiness.
I was wearing,
Day-Glo speedos in the elevator
while ogling a page
from the Kama Sutra,
doors opened, revealing a giggling goddess,
who seemed to be pointing
to the infante silliness
of everything partly or wholly human.
That was in Muncie Indiana
(a motel space I shared with a rumba dancing Kali
and a bottle of Jim Beam).
The vibe in that room
was almost the same as in those temples.
In the mind-hazed morning,
(skull still aching from Kali's tender affections),
the Tallahassee chapter of the honorable order
of Harley riders
regale me at breakfast
with their juiced-up joie de vivre.
Again the dancing Gods look down upon us;
jovially they beg us
to partake of their abandoned frivolity;
meditating on this
I rise slowly to the seventh floor of hotel Nirvana,
where at last
I meet my omnipresent self.
my imaginary friends
My wife often laughs at me
thinks I'm a kind but odd person
I regard Sam Smith as a friend
although I have never met him
he is so very kind when he could
have exposed me as a failed
poet who published poetry books
before he mastered the language
When he did, he lost interest
in publishing poetry because
failure or not, the poems were
written with love in my hear
he is unfailingly polite
My other friend, this might be
surprising for some, Elon Musk
he represents what I'm not
a great poet of technical matters
I also sense his loneliness; it's not
easy to be wealthy, to have and not
to have plays on his mind
a good man that is all that matters
Not to forget Joneve, who took in
my poems, warts and all, until she
detected sloppiness and refused
to take in some poems, by doing so
I had to sharpen my game for that
I'm grateful
No one missed the cock's wackiness, Still it was a dreaminess, Nothing substituted his craziness, Crowd appreciated Tom's cockiness, Actually he was a bird of laziness,
How did he get the pickiness?,
But he used his canniness, I admired his rockiness,
He removed our sloppiness, His fight was not spottiness, I was attracted by his choppiness, He got victory by his grogginess, Atlast he became logginess, Anyhow his fight gave me floppiness.