Best Splurged Poems
Anne Murray did have quite the flurry, voice as a brook without crooks
Canadian born, songs of forlorn, beautiful vibes, I subscribed
Such singing as a bird, the world has never heard, she splurged
“O Little Snow Bird”, in the words I heard, calming of Vietnam
O spread your wings and fly away, words of God’s love I heard
Mind level love, forever untrue, so what’s new, `Tis festering spew
O but little snow bird, an alpine of cleansing snow, God’s Love
Spread your wings that brings, renewing, from festered spewing
Providing for me a way to go, by a cleansing snow
Innocence, a purity, of life’s promising security
Some leaders said only fate, this atrocity of hate
Maimed, lamed and defamed they came, to claim their bitter fame
State side they now abide, holding inside, Our leaders lied
Leaving the lamb of their souls in Nam, for uncle Sam
Atrocities, of hate, never abate, mind’s sickening fate
The Vietnam of late, laid at the mind’s creation of hell’s gate
O beauty of little snow birds, spread your wings, fly back this way
Cleans again, the glean of mind’s sin called fate, lain at heart’s gate
Like an alpine of purity, Love from Anne’s heart was sung
Maybe only to ease her own pain, but her timing was plain
The answer is blowing in the wings, of even a little snow bird
The such of which the mind of itself has never learn or heard
All humanity will not learn, but precious few will return
By their trust in Love, the snow white Dove, spewed forth from above
Anne Murray sang away I know, some of my own heart’s pain
Honoring all Vietnam veterans, be you not in fretters
From your hearts of security your love is your surety
Let your Alpine of pure snow bird, be Love’s word you’ve heard
Dane I am sure you’ve at least heard this song that this poem is about.
It somehow caused me to think of you, as I was writing it. Therefore
I dedicate it to you and all veterans for your service to our country.
Sincerely, Love, Moses
12-19-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
Categories:
splurged, introspection, lovewords, snow, love,
Form:
Rhyme
The other day I did some chores
That I’d been putting off.
It made me feel so good
But hear me out before you scoff.
They weren’t monumental things –
They’d languished on my list;
Yet every time I'd thought of them,
My brain had them dismissed.
So finally, I ordered lenses
For my months-old frames.
I had some papers notarized
For certain health care claims.
I bought a bunch of greeting cards
For birthdays coming soon.
I splurged and got some brand-new clothes;
The time was opportune.
I stopped in at the drug store
And the market, not exciting;
But then I found a shady bench
To work on some new writing.
Sometimes it takes an inner push
To get the basics done.
It’s easier to tackle more
As long as you’ve begun.
Categories:
splurged, life, me, time, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
The rabbi had a lot of trouble
Blowing the shofar.*
The congregation waited
But the sounds were just bizarre.
Some strangled bursts of air came out
But music was resistant.
The notes he tried to play, I’d say,
Were pretty non-existent.
He tried three shofars – all were long,
The pride of any ram,
Including those who wandered
In the time of Abraham.
With children gathered at his feet,
The rabbi seemed distraught,
For with his biggest audience,
His efforts came to naught.
But then he grabbed, a last resort,
The smallest shofar yet.
Without a fancy curvy shape,
What music could he get?
He took a breath and we all smiled –
A golden tone emerged,
Outshining all those shofars
On which somebody had splurged.
That little shofar saved the day;
Its sound was strong and clear
And hopefully, it will be first
To have a chance next year.
*a ram’s horn blown on the Jewish holiday
of Rosh Hashanah (the highlight of the service)
Categories:
splurged, holiday, jewish, music,
Form:
Rhyme
If I could but do things all over again,
retrace my steps back to where I started,
I would do things quite differently.
I shouldn’t have…
idiotically fallen for your innocent exterior,
blind to the evil lurking deep in your soul.
let myself be hypnotized by sensuality
that hid your latent, calculating cruelty.
splurged like a love-starved teenager,
giving my all to a shameless gold digger.
loved you and let you turn this shell of a man
into a total wreck now devoid of self-respect.
left the comforting embrace of hearth and family,
seduced by your faithless assassin charm.
I should have…
listened to my conscience whispering, imploring
me not to be swayed by the allure of the flesh.
used my common sense, my brain, not my loins,
to turn back the power of your magical spell.
been content with my good woman’s love,
dispelling lust and the folly of my ways.
crushed you before getting myself entangled
within your web of deceit and false promises.
It's cold out here in the street, no roof over my head,
shivering, trembling, on this wind-swept evening.
If only I could do things all over again...
God, if only I could.
Categories:
splurged, loss, sad, sorry,
Form:
Verse
The running man is drenched in sweat
as she flies by in her Corvette,
the music's loud, the bass turned high,
he feels the thrum as she flies by.
He winces at her green Corvette,
she reaches for a cigarette,
he slows his pace down to a walk,
she reaches for her phone to talk.
When he gets home he eats some fruit,
she figures what she eats is moot,
she wants to die both strong and bold,
he hopes and prays that he'll grow old.
He scrimps and saves most every dime,
she splurged and found it most sublime,
in to his work, his life he hurled,
she danced on tip-toes 'round the world.
They both grew old, as it turns out,
she still dances, he has gout,
her home is filled with little treasures,
his house is stark, each foot step measured.
Each treasure brings a memory
of trips she took by land and sea,
his house is plain, with bare wood planks,
but he's got money in the bank.
She takes in strays, both dogs and cats,
he takes his pants in, losing fat,
she feeds the lake fish, feeds the birds,
he finds talking a waste of words.
She dies laughing, bells on her toes,
never caring about money woes,
he enters a fine nursing home,
and there he withers, all alone.
Categories:
splurged, happiness, health, lifehouse, home,
Form:
Rhyme
Today I splurged on a steak.
Thick with the fat trimmed close
Seasoned - broiler - aroma
Taste buds squirt delight
Juice runs down my chin
Ambrosia
Burp!
Categories:
splurged, food, funny, happiness
Form:
Epulaeryu
Limerick(question mark)
Jack asked Jill out on a date
Jill felt that with their names it was her fate
Jack splurged and took Jill to Dairy Queen
For his favorite chili-cheese-onion, foot long
Gaseousness Jack had not foreseen
Despite the crappy meal,
Jill enjoyed Jack's life lived with zeal
The couple started with some sweet foreplay
Then Jack thought he was smart
His plan was working thus far
If he could just clench his butcheeks his fart he could hold
Jill feeling the queen of Jack's car
Jack was feeling lucky so he went for second base
Losing his bowel control with post haste
And Jill watched Jack's ass explode
Categories:
splurged, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend,
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.
Categories:
splurged, africa, america, angst, bible,
Form:
Lyric
Graffiti on the wall that you call yours for your communication;
Someone else paints it all over, different lines, zigzag, splodges, splurged, fiery captions
Can I not erase my own wall and start all over again?
Categories:
splurged, abuse, anger, child abuse,
Form:
Questionku
No Doubt , It'll Be You ,
With Whom I'll Come Through ,
It would be raining and I'll be there ,
Times among the clouds in the air.
If I were a Bird I would fly to you ,
Just to Spend The morning as you come in view,
And When I'm done I'll stand In The Queue,
Stumbling Feet and raising dust in the Avenue.
I see a lot of people down,
Fighting to have your crown ,
These people are so bad ,<
Aren't the best I've had.
I have splurged times alone,
Enchanted to a Stone,
Waiting Endlessly to fly,
More and More approaching Nigh.
If I were a bird I would fly to you,
Just To relish the morning as you come in view.
Birds Live a provocative life though ,
Be it Hot , Humid or snow.
I wanna be a part of this essence,
Be on the mountain under your presence .
Please tell me why ,
I feel the need to reply ,
We'll fly in the sky together,
Clouds divide and fly , as in spring weather.
I would love to be a bird and Fly to you ,
To relish the morning as you come in view.
Categories:
splurged, flying, for her, heart,
Form:
Romanticism
These days, my days, come in stanzas
grouped by mood and circumstances.
Older days linger longer in so many ways
less in a daze, less lost in a maze,
with muse engaged in self contemplation
old hands of time mesmerised in slow motion.
For these days, my days, are more cherished,
swirled around the tongue and relished
like an old wine popped open breathes,
and gets rid of its wrinkles and dead leaves.
The opening stanza of flippant youth days
extravagantly splurged and set ablaze
sets the scene for middle-day saga
when your family drove the drama.
But these days, my last days in seclusion
are timely days, for me to make conclusion.
Categories:
splurged, old, time,
Form:
Rhyme
December came with Christmas beckoning at the door
He saw every house bright with many a lamp
And the whole streets illumined with colorful lights and star
But his tiny hut looked dismal n’ dark like a prison camp
One evening, on a leisurely walk from school
The boy saw a man selling colorful balloons
With the little penny tucked safely in his jacket of wool
He bought a balloon and headed straight to the lagoons
There as he sat on the sprawling silver sands
A strange idea had come upon his little head
Send a letter to God seeking help from his generous hands
Hoping Jesus would listen, he too being born as a poor kid
On a white paper he carefully scribbled these lines:
“Merciful God, look upon us, this unfortunate seven
Here, we die of hunger leading miserable lives
On this Christmas, send us a little cheer up from heaven”
He folded the paper and fastened it to the balloon
Nevertheless, he didn’t forget to put his full address
When the wind was strong, he let it fly over the lagoon
And watched it soar high with his earnest plea for redress
Days went by and the awaited Christmas Eve arrived
While the world splurged in all gaiety and merriment
The poor hut remained dull with all pleasures deprived
The helpless parents were lost in grim bafflement
Abruptly, there halted before their hut a Ferrari
A man, old and greying with a graceful smile
Alighted from the car and stood looking all cheery
Searching the boy, he had travelled many a mile
It was during one of his daily strolls around the lagoon
That the gentleman saw a balloon tangled on a willow tree
The white paper tied to it, he unfastened from the balloon
Unfolding it, he saw an innocent child’s earnest plea
The man so rich and kind was moved at heart,
He from his wealth decided to donate a large sum,
To support that family of seven so severely distraught,
And give them the merriest Christmas to be no more glum.
The little boy believed Jesus has answered his prayer,
Coming in the guise of a man, he has never before seen.
With rising delight, he beheld in the sky a luminous star.
It shone right over his head with a brilliant sheen.
Categories:
splurged, christmas, god, prayer,
Form:
Narrative
My moisturizer’s from Clinique.
When I am running low,
I wait until it’s bonus time
And to the store I go.
For give-aways are advertised –
With purchases, of course;
You have to spend a set amount,
Which all the clerks enforce.
So 27 was the price
You’d need to qualify
For the make-up bag of goodies
That Clinique would then supply.
I plucked my lotion from the shelf
But I was in a fix
Because – you guessed it – on the box
The price was 26!
I chuckled at how devious
This tactic seemed to be
For lots of other customers,
Like me, want something free.
Without much hesitation, though,
I knew what I would do.
To get the bonus I deserved,
I splurged and paid for two!
Categories:
splurged, business,
Form:
Rhyme
Her face was splurged with white powder
An illusion of mask under the white cover
Red and black accents her eyes and brows
Lips like flower buds cool in the afterglow
Like a maiko pursuing her ardent dream
To dance the kabuki, to entertain and sing
With heart raring to show her artisan piece
A special performer hired for men to please
She started learning while watching
How to amuse by conversing and gaming
Calculated motions of pouring wine or tea
Polite gestures for men lusting secretly
As she progressed in pursuit of her art
She left for Japan to practice her craft
She’s not supposed to feel nor want
She knows her art, she knows her part
With a pair of eyes like a black deep abyss
Not one can read her pain and anguish
An innocent face shrouded with secrets
A beauty that haunts not one to forget
How she wished her geisha story is true
Viewed with respect by this society so cruel
Not a beauty envied but mocked with disdain
Not a woman marked with an ugly stain
The will to survive, the need to live
She’s got needs and a family to feed
Like a man’s toy, just a piece of meat
She hates it but accepts her defeat
She’ll let men bleed and beg for more
She’s out for revenge and raged a war
She will not let love consume her life
She’ll not let any man make her a wife
She fell for one but there’s no hope
She cannot love, it will not work
A true geisha she is only in dreams
A courtesan in Japan is what she really is!
Categories:
splurged, allusion,
Form:
Rhyme
you don't understand
is a line I often hear
especially from those
who hold pain so dear
rather than share
and relate their misery
they chose to dwell
within their own agony
to say "you don't understand"
is an easy thing to do
but do you really know
what others have been through
I've seen babies
beaten within an inch of their life
done time with husbands
who killed their loving wife
a woman who was raped
and left to die
he cut off her arms and legs
she wondered why
families so poor
dumpsters become a diner
sometimes they splurged
from a trash can liner
just the other day
a woman sold her child
to feed an addiction
that had gotten too wild
go to any nursing home
and visit the elderly
look deep into their desolate eyes
where memories used to be
reach out and comfort them
while holding their hand
whisper in their ear
"you don't understand"..........
Categories:
splurged, introspection, life, philosophy, woman,
Form:
Free verse