Best Squinty Poems
I called upon yonder window
That was up to high for me to be
For my maiden gracefully sleeps there
In her bed,beside the sea
I asked her to come hither
For her beautiful face I yearned to see
Twas yawning in the morning dew
As she slowly came to the window for me
To my amazement came forth a ragged wench
Whos hair was as raged as the sea
With eyes that were burnt as nightposts
To bloodshot and squinty to even see
For this was not my fair maiden?
Whos beauty would forever be
But a drunken harlot who came hither
That she spent the night with instead of me
My heart now broken to pieces
Wondering how could this tragedy be?
For my maiden now sleeps with a harlot?
Without the love that she once gave to me?
My mind was now enraged
So I dashed for the wrestling sea
With thoughts of drowning this useless body
That's no longer good enough for my maiden to see
With water just over waist height
And a large wave about to crash over me
I heard a calling from yonder window
Twas my beautiful maiden as I turned to see
Her beautiful eyes in such distress
Her beautiful hair flowing so care free
Twas the beauty of my fair maiden
That I had called upon yonder window to see
For the thoughts that raced through my mind
Evidently,weren't truely what happend to be
For it was her promiscuous sister
Who had come from the other side of the sea
My heart now rebuilt with a sigh of love
A large wave suddenly crashes over me
The last thing I saw was my fair maiden
As my lifeless body is carried out by the sea
DannyBoy:1-24-13
Categories:
squinty, beautiful, beauty, confusion, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
It’s funny now
To know the truth
That all you care about is you
Your squinty eyes and sneaky smile
You had a plan all the while
Pretend to care
Say some words
And then not care
Who you hurt
Cause your plan is #1
All others be damned
Your having fun
You pile it on
Cause I can take it
Curse my name
And try to break me
But evil does
As evil see’s
Wait for my plan
It’s a doozy
Categories:
squinty, funnycare, care, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
Leonine, with whispy fur,
So soft it’d make a human purr.
Squinty eyes and button nose,
no stranger to a model’s pose.
Stalks the halls of Sarah’s lair,
a life of ease sublimely fair.
You may think he’s just a cat,
But we all know he’s more than that.
[Written in honor of a friend's Himalayan Persian--I think---a personable cat that I often use as a character in short stories and even a radio script.]
[For anyone interested in the radio show I wrote about Duffy, here is a link: http://sylvannovelust.blogspot.com/2013/12/adventures-of-duffy-dean-unified-story.html]
Categories:
squinty, cat,
Form:
Rhyme
It’s not the word “Mother”
that means anything to me,
it’s the emotion and love inside the word,
hidden, for all to see, it’s the
Mold I measure myself by, the
Optimism I learned, the
Tower of strength I lean on, the
Hearth and home that nurtured, the
Encouragement to fly, and the
Rock that has held our family together through the years.
It’s the woman I call Mother
and her gentle, loving eyes,
that “squinty” look, the love and pride
that sees right through the lies.
Her poise, her laughter,
her intimidation, and her grace,
her smile of encouragement and
the patience on her face.
She’s all the thing I hope to be,
a vibrant, bright bouquet,
as breath taking and beautiful,
as the first daffodil in May.
© 5/10/14 TDR
Categories:
squinty, inspiration, mother, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
I found a bit of poetry
tacked up on a door
while wandering through the halls
of the latest-greatest war
So I scootchied up my dungarees,
and with squinty eyes I read,
“If you can read this poetry
you are likely dead.
Because there is no door here,
nothing written on a gate,
the poem which you are looking at
is nothing but your fate.
‘Cause the hogging hungry war machine
run by grinchy greedy men
has an appetite for carnage,
which seems to have no end.
Chaos is it’s business,
making bucks for those,
who’ve no regard for living things.
That’s the way it goes.
By turning life to death
(the basics of their plan)
they pad their purse and pockets
just because they can.”
I thought I thought a thought
(or, I guess, I thought I did),
“Before the latest-greatest war,
I surely wish I’d hid.”
I learned skills for making kills,
but two things I abhor:
those kills which give folks thrills
and the latest-greatest war.
Categories:
squinty, war,
Form:
Rhyme
let every old woman with a wrinkled face,
she should be aware,she lives in disgrace,
a furrowed brow,hairy lip and single tooth,
know me well,i'll get the truth.
a squinty eye and scolding tongue,
the squeaky voice she's had from very young,
you will never hide from me,
i'm the witch hunter general you see.
my name shall be feared throughout this land,
my hunting of witches will go as planned,
first you'll be tossed into a cell,
stripped naked and starved,until you tell.
i'll start to prick to cause you pain,
and i'll do it over and over again,
then you'll be bound to stool or table,
cross legged of course,even if you're not able.
after twenty four hours the cramps will set in,
again poked and prodded,but i'll use a new pin,
you'll then walk the stones til your feet bleed,
still i reckon you don't get to feed.
then you're taken for a swim in the lake,
your baptism water you didn't take,
if you're innocent you will drowned,
but if you sink a true witch i've found.
this cruelty wasn't enough,mathew got no kicks,
a new style was developed,it only took two ticks,
he bent victims double,tied thumb to big toe,
a rope round the waist,in the water they'd go.
these people were worn down by his torturous way,
but hopkins was going to have his say,
one question he used in the brow beating session,
you're aquainted with the devil,i want a confession.
a nod or monosyllabic reply will do the trick,
or my man will beat you again with the stick,
then poor john lowes,a suffolk minister of note,
was told you're a witch,i can tell by your coat,
a quarrelsome gent of seventy was poor john,
disliked by many,they wanted him gone,
hopkins took the task to prove he was right,
john was kept awake for many a day and a night.
they ran him till he was out of breath,
he was weary, and scared half to death,
so he confessed to get some peace,
then the torturous pain would cease.
hopkins said"another one i didn't let survive",
john went to the scaffold august 1645,
no cleargy would read for him at his grave,
a villager said"to the devil john was no slave".
who knows how many poor sould were lost,
letting hopkins rule,had it's own cost,
more than 200 people this way met their fate,
by the time hopkins hit norfolk,it was too late.
his trials of blood passed through our countryside,
in his work mathew hopkins took great pride.
Categories:
squinty, history, people, water, people,
Form:
Verse
Here she comes like shaft of the sun, walking,
As sullen eyes and widened mouth feast –
Dubbed the slayer of love; the goddess of lust – all stalking
Libidinously like a fun starved beast
Beauty so hypnotic, enslaving whoever looked twice
Ensnared kings, drunks, gamblers and sorcerers
Ducked in her den as hankering pleasure floats itchy eyes –
Loyal lovers of lusts and murderer of murderers
Oh! That glance, that peep, that squinty stare
Stolen and tattooed in intrinsic view
They yearned and ogled the sorely rare
Beautiful seductress, damning all affluence in lieu
Of love; that cliché of emotional agony!
“Oh Madina! Come live in my gallery of thought”
All wooed – Could she be the protégé of Cleopatra’s progeny?
One kiss, one touch and one night they sought
Dressed in Roman negligee – escorted by colourful butterflies
Her footstep is melodious like sounds of hymns from David’s harp;
Distrait eyes unveils her body in pendulous sighs
Her covetous peers gathered careless ears - and would carp
Tales of her flirty beauty probing the voguish classic
Being, they burst the rumor bag! ‘Is it true she once killed death
With her breath - and her smile once deflowered a monastic’, -
Isn’t she the con-lover? Ah, her kinds are dearth!
Madina! Madina!! Madina!!! Watch out…
They awed as her poised step made a blooper
And fell off lurching zigzag the stairs – a feeble shout
That revealed her mask of beauty broke the order
Gleeful mockeries basked the puzzled spectators…
Her long hair had eclipsed herself from a polished glass
And toed face-down overwhelmingly at the feet of waiting fornicators
Broken bones and bruises dissolved her beauty; - all snubbed the lass
Categories:
squinty, beauty, celebrity, lust,
Form:
Narrative
Oh God there he is again,
back room, is he waiting?
Did he know I was coming
or something?
He's tryin too hard, too hard to be cool
as he drawls how are you?
I just say fine and you?
Wish he'd talk without the drool.
His buddy's lookin like
she don't look like
your girl you described.
Yeah dude, you're right.
Never should've danced with him that night...
If I could spit out words I really meant
I'd spit like tobacco juice and never regret.
Throw full armed insults and slams
I'd never take back.
I'd say it right.
I'd say it like:
I hate your squinty eyes,
your tall skinny body
and your sweaty hands.
Should've never went out with the girls that night.
He asks me
do I ever hang with his groupie?
Well duh dude,
I said you tell me.
I'm trying so hard
not to rip you apart
barehanded,
Lord knows I can.
I decide to let you be,
leave you intact
if you don't bother me
or even react.
This time when I leave
your eyes better not follow me...
Categories:
squinty, slam
Form:
Ballade
All around is the soft pt pt pt of text messaging
Abriviated conversations in silent offerings
On and on in secret codes the droning fills my ears
They do not realise what it is they should all fear
Evolution lurks behind each gene and chromosome
Adaptation in nature has always filled the holes
I see the coming shades of man birthed in technologies womb
Soon even the mighty pen will see its own doom
For man's fingers won't need to grasp something so cylindrical
In fact all he'll need are thumbs to pad and wax lyrical
No need for blue tooth stuck behind your ear
Once you are birthed, a microchip goes up your rear
In fact man's ears will all but fade away
Noise vibrations will be absorbed through the thumbs one day
All of man will dwindle down into just two thumbs
To pt pt pt on a pad to converse with everyone
Our eyes will become squinty slits to better see the screens
With zoom in lenses that pop out to better see the scenes
No movie theatres, cable, sattelite or Net Flix
It all streams to the pads grown into our wrists
With a turn of the cuff and a gentle flick
Our two thumbs pt pt pt to call up a menu list
See a show, text a friend, order pizza in
Which might be a problem, cause of the state our mouths are in
Years of non use, or over use by some
Has caused it to shrivel up as a prune from a plum
Just large enough to stick out our tongues
at the very thought that once we thought we had won
But give nature a chance to over take new science
and the pt pt pt we hear all day will be mankinds silence
For the contest, Talkin' Technology
Sponsored by Natalie Fllikkema
Placement: 5th
Categories:
squinty, funny, life, philosophy, science,
Form:
Rhyme
Our love is simple
A sparkle in the eye
A handhold
A sneaky kiss
Our love is childish
Running around the kitchen table
Peeking in the shower
Waiting behind a corner….
Our love is boring
laying on the couch
fetching a glass of water
watching that show you hate
Our love is tender
A kiss on the top of a hand
Tracing tattoos with fingertips
Hugging them while they're busy
Our love is kind
“It will be ok”
“I miss you”
“You’re beautiful”
Our love is ours
Weird kisses
Inside jokes
Squinty eyes
Our love is unbreakable
The hooking of pinkies.
Categories:
squinty, love, love,
Form:
Free verse
Elderly snail man with a wrinkled body and face
You are aging out fast, without delicacy or grace
Your eyes are squinty now as if they are full of mace.
At least the old women in the complex no longer give chase.
Categories:
squinty, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form:
Monorhyme
Drowning in distance
Homesick lips
Chapped and bewildered
Skin pale
Faded by friction
Squinty hands
Hold sunken eyes blinded
Voices echo
Under chewed fingernails
In throbbing vocal cords
ash ingested
leaves feet tapping
rhythms mindless in nature
corresponding
with denim treble
between legs withdrawing
sunrise water
fills my mind’s puzzles
deliberate and violently
melts into my sleep
so i can dream again
Categories:
squinty, confusion
Form:
Free verse
Bung eye Bert
Now Bung eye Bert was a bit of a squirt
And came from the bush you see
Had a squinty eye, an open fly
Was bandy round the knee
He came to Brissy town this day
First time in the big big smoke
Rolled his swag out in the park to lay
Till the evil thugs did croak
Swag on fire, soon it was a blazer
They started kicking him around
He groped in his boot, the razor
He slashed hamstrings that he found
Slashing just above the heel
They started dropping all around
Good old Bengal razor steel
With 3 hamstrung while they kicked him
They weren’t too happy hey
They lay screaming on the ground, bit grim
Poor thugs just crawled away.
Don Johnson
Sponsor Olajide Adelana
Contest Name The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly Part One
Categories:
squinty, adventure, urban,
Form:
Ballad
My Haiku Has Hit New Standard
My poems should remain
Safe and Sound, secure and sane
Pure, simple and plain.
More my brain does move
You a message will behoove
Poems they can improve.
My poems are plenty
Both of my eyes are squinty
Saw immunity.
Poems new standard set
Even also better yet
You and them have met.
Memories poems make
And breath away they will take
World started to shake
Great my poems became
And me you will have to blame
So read more of same.
James Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
squinty, poems, poetry,
Form:
Haiku
The impressive buildings on the Glasgow sky
Compliment life on the River Clyde
With its many secrets it cannot hide
But that is life in Glasgow.
From the understated Squinty Bridge
And George Square to Buchanan Street
Makes it hard for a "Weegie" to leave
But that is life in Glasgow.
A "Weegie" takes the good and bad
Supporting a British with Scottish flag
And tension flows between the clans
But that is life in Glasgow.
It's music and it's celebrity stars
Do not hide its gangster past
No such thing as a "Weegie" facade.
But that is life in Glasgow.
Glasgow life gets under your skin
The richness of a life it brings
A melting pot of good and sin
But that is life in Glasgow.
Categories:
squinty, life, life, life,
Form:
Verse