Best Spin Off Poems
Spin off Happy Days
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Planet Ork Mork fly!
© PoeTTreeZ Publishing
I’ve been having nightmares every
night.
They seem so real and It’s extremely
hot and I feel trapped and I can't
breathe.
But each time my torcher ends when
I hear bells and alarms ringing in the
distance.
I’m no longer a rookie this is my se-
cond year and love what I do.
People often refer to me a as a hero
but I’m no hero I’m a coward.
I’m terrified of my job and don’t think I
can go on like this.
I am a firefighter who is spooked by fire.
My team went in response to a fire last
week, and it was a normal routine.
But this in particular fire was out of
control. And it had a mind of its own.
I froze and I was terrified and my life
flashed before my eyes.
The only life that I wanted to save was
my own.
Now does that sound like a hero or a
coward?
Inspired by a drama series called Station 19
It's a spin off from Grey’s Anatomy
7-28-19
Alexis Y.
Spirits riding time,
in swirling clouds, mist and fog,
off the bluff they rolled.
Special thanks to James Marshall Goff for taking the time to explain haiku to me in a manner
that helped me to appreciate its imagery and rigid format.
"Visitors" is a spin-off from another poem "Heritage", which I wrote a few years ago and
posted on PS only a few minutes ago. If the imagery and emotions I attempted to evoke fell
short of your expectations, read "Heritage" and you'll tell more about what I was attempting
to communicate. This is my first attempt at haiku, so do be too mean. ;-) ~<
~Compassion~
( Free Style )
Compassion is something wonderful that we all should feel,
Every human being should experience it just like love everyday,
God surely shows His divine love and compassion for all of us,
He does it in quite in everything and all that we go through
So let's show always our love, caring and compassion for other folks,
I know that there are so many folks out there who suffer too,
They're just going through a lot of sorrow, loss, and pain today,
It's not really hard to show sympathy, and give them a helping hand too
Charity and compassion should start right in our homes,
Just give it to all your friends and family members as well too,
It is part of our original make-up when God created us,
God expect us not only to show Love but Compassion, to everyone too
Compassion is not just an emotion, it's something more we all should feel,
It's something very natural embeded in each of us as human beings too,
And it doesn't take too much to demonstrate it to just about anyone around,
It can be a smile or just a kind word, to someone who may need it a lot too.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
May.15.2017
-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13(KJV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
-Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.
Proverbs 3:5 (KJV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The " Free Style " is rhyming poetry without a set meter, rhymes if any always end lines although rhythm and word- flow decide where the rhymes
belong. Technically, " Free Style " can be considered a spin off from Free Verse.
< Destruction of beautiful mother earth
Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk
Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth
Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
Destruction of beautiful mother earth
Illuminate waters that someone hurts
Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth
Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
Destruction of beautiful mother earth
Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk
Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth
Like land before time when man walked
Wonder how forces existed and talked
Destruction of beautiful mother earth
Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth
At three a.m. the annoying telephone rings
“Hurricane Kate will soon be making landfall;
Drive to Panama City, start collecting your things”
Microphones and tape recorders, I pack them all
Just one week till the end of hurricane season
“Thanksgiving’s coming,” I grouse as I hit the road
Scrub pines twist furiously; I know the reason
Five months of calm weather, but now the motherload
A drive that is usually two hours now takes five
Lightning strikes everywhere, brightening the night sky
Approaching the beach, I’m lucky to be alive
I sit in fascination; the waves are so high
The fisherman’s pier collapses into the sea
A spin-off tornado tears the roof off a school
Disoriented, a man wades through the debris
I invite him to my car so we can seek safety
A vivid bolt of lightning sends him to his knees
He covers his ears as thunder roars ominously
I toss my raincoat over him, watching him freeze
He can’t tune out the noise and acts irrationally
When we arrive at the emergency center
People gather round him and I ask who he is
“We call him Crazy Mazy,” says the director,
“He served in Vietnam, many medals are his.”
With Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, he’s homeless
Living on the streets, Captain Jim Mazy seemed strange
The locals knew him well and offered him kindness
But to outsiders like me, he appeared deranged
For seventy-two hours, I stayed on the air
Talking to officials and those who assisted
As death reports came in, we bowed our heads in prayer
When I tried to talk to Mazy, he resisted
It was he I remembered most when I drove home
Members of the Capital Press Corps united
No longer on the street would this veteran roam
Compassion for a war hero had been ignited
Habitat for Humanity gladly pitched in
As did the public, when Mazy’s story was broadcast
Never again would he writhe in a hurricane’s din
Storms were behind him, Mazy had a home at last
*True account, written June 28, 2014
Fun for Marriage
We were in those universal battles of fingertips and of massages
and of hips and of erotic urgency, which she etched
reddish my mind to pound upward to heaven,
tearing my heart in pieces from bone to meaty load
and from the top of my head felt ready to spin off
into a lake of Star War & Superwoman!
I am not a fool, you know,
I bore down on her like a fish thrusting my body and ramming
my bone into her soul of the ocean and I stood there shaking
where a gaze of pleading desperation in her eyes has told me I am so special;
pushing up from the bed the tigress, I balanced
in a squatting the monstrous in position, but when I was ready to plow
into her dream this physical attraction
that we had for each other, as this damned morning alarm
called up the morning after, and I vanished myself
into a hilary face from my new pregnant lady!
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s tale?
Thou art more chilling and more turbulent,
Rough winds do shake the nightshade buds so pale,
And summer’s lease hath gone too far distant.
He smiles and for
A split second the universe
Stops and I can’t breathe
Falling through the sky
I wait to hit the clouds
They’ve frozen
I’m surrounded by the birds that fly from his
Lips
Bluejays
Red backed sea hawks
I carry the oceans in my eyes and he’s
Got the world in his
Blue and green
Collide.
Slide past each other,
Spin off into opposite sides
Of our galaxy but somehow
We’re still holding hands
But darling,
They’re on fire.
Lip between my teeth he
Still smiles
The universe
This moment
It shatters
Brings the mirrors on our heads but
Who said broken mirrors are bad
Luck because
I can see him repeated
Re-
Re-
Re-
Repeated
In my eyes, the shards he shines
He shines.
Tastes like Mocha
His skin, his mouth.
Still stuck, the world floating
I’m his sea he’s my
Jungle.
Floating
The stars flicker beneath our
Fingertips.
gravity
homeboy got capped in the knee
out in the streets
let the truth be told
where as years ago
with Grandmaster P
he was born in the gutter
his momma was a whore
selling her junk in the trunk
in back of the liquor store
screaming more more more
raised my his aunt named Mable
feeding her dog Rex underneath the table
as time went by so very fast
having every reason to ask
the spin off the hook was the great climax
in time he learned to relax
to bask in the vast expanse
cause he got the hook up
two turn tables with a mic
sold a lot of weed to get that sweet
getting he ass kicked in a neighborhood bar
still spinning records the best he can
"Step off" with his reply whenever he was tested
his life reflected a reason to believe in rap
a willingness to achieve
that was until a gang banger put a bullet through his head
shot him dead so they thought
now he was in a hospital bed face full of lead
there he suffered in complete silence
amidst all the pain & violence
tubes in his veins lying there dead
then came a pulse
next a heart beat
his eyes suddenly opened
folks thought he was only joking
came fully to his senses
with eyes twitching
spoke his first words, "Step Off"
then we all knew he was alive and kicking
then he gazed at the streets looking for the one that did this
instead of violence he sought forgiveness even to the thug that struck him down
Master B was right back in the studio
rapping & capping
he found love as a sure fire way to go
that was years ago so today he still preaches to the masses
always teaching on love and his free passes
"Step Off" is still his slogan but he's got a new boss now
can't turn back when your hands on the plow
When it comes to being a parent at an early age, it's the end of one's social life. And
when it comes to watching "Teen Mom" on MTV, the drama never ends. "Teen Mom," currently
airing on MTV, is a "16 & Pregnant" spin-off. this show is so sad, yet so entertaining,
it's like taking a class: High School Drama 101. It's about all teen girls, who are
dealing with the aftermath of the births of their children. All different teen girls are
trying to deal with motherhood and other changes in their lives. Throughout all of the
episodes of "Teen Mom," there have been a lot of drama like custody battles, living
arrangements, domestic violence, and a lot of struggling. And out of all "Teen Mom"
episodes, on Episode #210, Child Protective Services (CPS) was involved, and all of the
viewers of MTV were outraged. Now this is why all teenagers shouldn't become parents at
an early age, let alone 14 or 15. Now I know why I never became a father at an early age,
let alone 16; because it's a waste of time. What all teen boys and teen girls should do is
focus on getting their high school diplomas and college degrees. But if "Teen Mom" were to
stay on the MTV network for 9 more seasons, then that's good. But if these people keep
fighting over stupid things or whatever, there's no telling what might happen next. No
children until after marriage.
A little bit of spice and everything nice,
Let's make sure there is no vice
Every time I roll the dice
I am being pushed sidewise,
I always hear their cries,
"Let live by our size,
Don't have to tell you twice".
Even then I try to rise;
But you open your files to categorize.
Short hair, big books, wide glass,
I' m spin-off into a vied Laplace,
Lipsticks, bangles and a little femininity,
Among peers I'm an embrittled liability,
Little confused, little dreamy, little mousy,
They ask, why I' m not lousy,
All three roles I played,
And here is my jaded tirade,
I am the brunt of capitalism, the showpiece of feminism,
I am lauded for my conventionalism, dreaded for my sensualism,
I am the poster child for activism, the sole bearer of matrimonial symbolism,
I am the prey of sexism, the mockery of egalitarianism.
But till now I stand still,
With hope, that one day I could instil,
My swill for future generations to fulfil.
I know I'm equal,
When I'm celebrated as a survivor, not treated as a victim,
I know I'm equal,
When I'm not made to feel shame for my desires or feel lame for my trinkets,
I know I'm equal,
When I'm not pacified as agreeable or classified as a harridan,
I know I'm equal,
When I'm not awed for my mediocrity,
When I'm not fanfared on a day,
When my birth out to make you proud,
When I am me because of me.
I am a poem
a spin-off of the writer's
deep seated feelings
Heads spinning around and round,
Truth no longer first thing that springs to mind.
Integrity hanging on by a thread, as spin takes it out of orbit,
Trust buckled in for a bumpy ride.
Empathy losing ground to spin.
Lovers struggling to hold their partners,
As spin gets ever more vicious.
Spin on sex confusing all,
With dollars at forefront.
Hate moving into overdrive.
Apathy preventing breaks being applied.
Food for thought all spun out,
Fruits of labour spinning off centre.
Few friendships surviving the spin.
Only mountain goats sure footed.
Advertising with no restrictions on spin.
Children strapped to computers,
Inventing new ways to spin.
Families falling against the spin,
As parents practice spinning apart.
Schools spinning on new hubs.
Spin a constant danger to politicians carrying swords.
Voters either casting votes for top spin,
Or choosing not to vote,
Bowing to the no point spin.
Reporters who check for spin losing their bi-lines.
Robots replacing workers slow to spin,
Billionaires protected by a freshly spun cloud.
Books online getting story adjusted to suit new spin.
Drugs and alcohol paying spin undue respect.
Violence now out spinning peace.
Is it too late to take up tennis or cricket?
To take some spin off the top,
Giving hope and grace some time,
With spin doctors in Christmas Past,
Where tops spun true and goodwill was all we had in mind.
Flower Power was an ongoing craze
That was way back in the 70s days.
War was raging; folks were talking jive.
Young military men fought to stay alive.
No spiffy crib for those Viet Nam dudes.
They camped with Jack squat fighting governments feuds.
Back home, truckin’ was the name of life's game.
Hunks and chicks kept their hormones aflame.
Trips to Woodstock in a shaggin’ wagon.
Smoking their pot like a lit up dragon.
Casanova wannabes got stoned on dope.
Parents back home could barely cope.
To young folks, then, good times were b****in’.
Each went for their dreams burnin’ an’ blazin’!
Rock on brother; life was not a rip-off.
Life was groovy; love was just a spin-off.
© February 6, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
THE DECADE OF THE HIPPIES! (mid-sixties to mid-seventies)
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Talk That Way
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish