Best Stapled Poems
I’d like to pretend that my hands aren’t dirty
from the soap of mental suppression,
that the callouses are from hard work,
and not from picking my bones back up
off the floor on a daily basis;
ragged, dry, and weary.
Every fairy tale has a root,
stapled into the hard soil of truth.
They all have a moral,
some sort of clerical error
born from life’s shadow.
We watch, hoping to learn
from the missteps of someone
else’s intrepid imagination,
some 4D revelation singing
lullabies to the young heart
of humanity.
And they bend to the fickle
will of greedy creativity,
making the yoke less bitter
so that we can tongue the purge
of denial without pouting.
I’d like to pretend that my hands are clean,
that I don’t whisper cold lies into your palms,
watch you drink from the frosted glass
of my sincerity; Hope that you don’t blink,
that you won’t notice the blood bubbling
up, and over my shiver before you finally
finish this story.
I just want you to understand.
This isn’t poison.
This is merely me bleeding out,
and hoping you’ll learn to love the
taste of fire kissed oxymoronic metaphors,
served up with juiced will and the vegan
flesh of my inhibition.
So that you can see through my eyes,
know where I have been,
and how it felt to be consumed.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Categories:
stapled, imagery, introspection, life, memory,
Form:
Free verse
One dark night takes me on a ride to an isolated hill where I inhale unpleasantness ..
Wide gleamy monstrous gate opens as the mighty wind blows,
creepy ferns crawl all over the floor.
Eerie garden awaits the lost lover's presence;
There stands a haunted home with a grubby porch at the entrance.
The magnanimous door welcomes me unwaveringly;
To the right there's slaughter hall polished with blood stains.
On the wall, hung portrait of a lady wearing a long red gown with a silver hat and a golden rosette stapled;
Beside protruded, a yearning window decorated by cob webs;
To the left led staircase ,as I step on railing, it crackles like hatching eggs; Carefully I manage to reach the first floor and confronted a quiet room occupied by constant whispers & spine-chilling whimpers...I slowly move inside and envision nothing strange,but I feel something moist dripping on my cheeks from the roof above.
When I look up, the entire strong ceiling collapses,
disembodied spirit arises,floating on air,observes the decaying house from a distance.
14-7-2020
~Deepa. V~
First place in the contest:-)
Note: Decaying house Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by A Dear Heart(Constance)
Categories:
stapled, adventure, dark, horror, house,
Form:
Free verse
Islam Burning
In deep purple flame
Stapled to the cross
While the peasants yell below
Demon demon demon
Black flags rise
Hearts fail to beat
Humanity has lost this score
The axe swings in the air
Freedom at last
From Islam’s beasts
My head tumbles into the dust
I am now an icon of the history I so loved
I am Khalid al-Asaad
Your humble servant of antiquity
Aug 19, 2015
In memory of Khalid al-Assad murdered by Islamic cowards.
Islamic State militants beheaded a renowned antiquities scholar in the ancient Syrian city of Palmyra and hung his mutilated body on a column in a main square of the historic site because he apparently refused to reveal where valuable artefacts had been moved for safekeeping.
According to Syrian state news agency Sana and the UK-based Syrian Observatory for Human Rights, Asaad was beheaded in front of dozens of people on Tuesday in a square outside the town’s museum. His body was then taken to Palmyra’s archaeological site and hung from one of the Roman columns.
“Al-Asaad was a treasure for Syria and the world,” his son-in-law, Khalil Hariri, told the Associated Press. “Why did they kill him? Their systematic campaign seeks to take us back into pre-history. But they will not succeed.”
Categories:
stapled, allah, dog, eulogy, evil,
Form:
Light Verse
Quickly closed my eyes the minute I saw your greeting hand
Fully body cured with earthly riches
My mouth stapled
And my body coma straight
As I get a crushing glimpse of your movement towards me
I exhaled out of the air of dreams
She's not coming to me, my mind echoed
Please make her stop
I can't keep on feeding my eyes a virtual
On a given second the speed decomposed
Her face scarched with ease
Peace she retaliates
In a line asked questions I stood like liberty with my Hand straight up about to say something but never came out
A pass of H2o then dropped my hand
I felt like a disabled person with no Perpouse of movement waiting for a rescue operation
If this is the way God punishes me my conscious giggled
You an OG son I convinced myself
I slowly turned around to utter my greetings already projected into a nirvanic mind I saw butterflies flying randomly out of nowhere
Suddenly a wind came into existence through my breathing
Less did I know she is been turned
Her breath increasing like 100 meter atlet
I let my mind get hiii for a moment
Out of the blink of no existence
She attracted everything around her besides herself
She was like munchies after a good Shiiit blunt
Everybody was waiting for me to say something
My sister woke me up that's when I say her message on Facebook
"hello"
Categories:
stapled, beauty, crush, feelings,
Form:
Summer boulder-boots wear my thoughts
Thoughts warmed by winter coat maligned in poison oak
With an indelicate left-breast
Pocket inscription stating the obvious
“Boys Don’t Cry”
(Simply put and rich in depth, obviously)
All together, together all.
All together one we go
Neurotically traipsing unreceptive asphalt
Summer boulder-boots wear my thoughts
Warmed-Itchy thoughts are spoke-spun thoughts
By a girl…ewww
(And also by the she I’m so unwanted by, obviously)
With an indelicate left-breast and dysfunctional vocal-cords
Who fit me for the boots and gave me the coat
(I paid for the boots)
The receipt for the boots, under the total
Obviously (or incidentally) stated
“Boys Don’t Cry”
All together, together all.
All together one we go
Neurotically traipsing unreceptive asphalt
Summer boulder-boots wear my thoughts
Dizzy-Swarmed-Bitchy thoughts deplete the air
The air is cosmonaut thin
(Though I suspect thick by astronaut standards)
My lungs protest
With dysfunctional vocal-cords
From an indelicate left-breast that has a flippin’ boot receipt stapled to it
I remove my space helmet to smell the roses
And then
(Quite obviously)
Cry Like It’s
1999
All together, together all.
All together one we go
Neurotically traipsing unreceptive asphalt
Muah!
2/2/2016
Categories:
stapled, angst,
Form:
Free verse
12/28/18
I just received a gift from my {step}mother,
Only three days late this year.
It's a Santa Claus soap dispenser... with a twirl and a twist.
I used to own it well over twenty years since.
It has yellowing soap still clogging the spigot...
*****, you've even treated old Saint Nick like a {step},
How true to your form and fitting that is.
{Step} Santa was more of a message than a gift.
After all, I've been a half-assed {step}son at best.
but {step}mother you must admit, I was always your third-class citizen.
From the brackish affection, impish rags you stapled to my rear,
Minor infractions swiftly met with a belt called, I'll bring you to your tears.
You were the metal toothed snapper in the pond of my youth.
If you deny me this, then you're an abuser of the worst kind
an abuser of the truth!
For the most part, I've freeze dried your slipperiness,
I think {step} is a glacier cold but the perfect prefix.
Categories:
stapled, abuse, holiday, mother,
Form:
Free verse
Their destiny, or whatever was left of it,
Was shown to them in black and white print.
Their property and earnings were neatly split
"You kids can't wait till we are dead, now isn't it?"
The old man's words were laughed off by them, although they were not a jest,
The words carried utter disappointment, and a dash of regret.
They would be carted off to a shelter for the old and weakened,
Live in separate wings and meet each other every second weekend.
As the kids and lawyers reeled off on how it was a wonderful opening,
They asked for some time to reflect on the dealing.
As the young blood left for their plush homes,
The lady scribbled something on a note.
The sunset silhouette of the couple showed them kneeling,
Thanking Almighty, even after everything.
Next, when the neighbors found the old couple sleeping forever,
They saw seven words on the suicide letter.
With a will stapled to give everything to charity,
It said," We chose our own dregs of destiny."
Categories:
stapled, family, sad, social, words,
Form:
Alliteration
My first love was called Sue Heather,
I thought I’d love her forever.
We kissed and came to grief:
With braces on her teeth,
She stapled my lips together.
Categories:
stapled, lovelove,
Form:
Limerick
senators seeing stapled starkers
Loopholes. Lanky long. Llama Klamath llama please do not lean on those bent gables. For gables are gargling and gargling sounds very eerily similar to a gaggle of geese. Mission endeavour is a plane in a prism. A pram. Circling. But not a curdled crisp. Boot not a rebooted tooting train. For trains are teams and team is neither a steam locomotive nor a mystified heron on a penny farthing. Part board part hoard and a collapsing crash of hands. Figure a fakery is an idiomatic meaning of a didactic form of unilaterally placed flowers. And the beak says hi. But not before the fire arrives in a bowl of plankton. At noon. In a square. If travelling in a circular ship travel light and only carry one tray, one mug, a beaker, a wheel, and a supernaturally charged frog. Interesting to note how the enhanced forms of wit is involved in intergalactic war games. Playing on a two ton tea towel. Very very heavy. Heavy rock and heavy metal is in a school eating cereal at the back of a classroom. Haha. And the deafening boom of bell brings balls to halls and hallowed singing in a line. Youth yawn yearly. And a little micro dot of a hedgehog plays the bass guitar with a sparrow, a nine foot semi eroded dustbin, a mentally disturbed earwig, a corrupted cucumber, and a non digestible house brick. Wow. Such enlightenment from a factory of frozen peas. Hahaha the wine is in the winds. Hahaha message board secret speaking to a pen. Hahaha number of stolen goods dancing with the police. How apolitical and jar of gold coasting coats. Xxxxx Palladian ponies. Xxxxx geometrical gnome. Xxxxx synchronous swanky swans. X uncharacteristically z z z z z. At 689% of a slice of pear cider. Personified x
Categories:
stapled, april, arabic, art, august,
Form:
how much can endure
when one is so unsure,
if refrain is coming or going
if time is right side up
or forthright down,
unhappiness begets a frown
plays sickly trumpet sounds,
simplicity is a statement
like bereavement on stale bread,
a stapled diet
wrought fresh of deniability
and tranquility,
act aloof.
paint the sky troubled blue
swing from the trees
of broken branches,
lie and fall,
sweep memories missed
thoughts of were and were not
so accurately desperate,
cannot remember the taste
of a single delicacy that
brought a smile to the face,
of blame.
test me,
hurt me,
love me,
shake me,
take me,
grant me,
tranquility…
prayers are for the weak
like me,
tall dark little one
scarce giggled mess
life rehearsing tangled dress,
faults on display
kerning yearning flowered drums,
seeds looking upwards,
damn you soiled seeds,
looking for a sign of someone,
to please.
circles dip and weave
lie dormant for you and me,
blame set the flame
now my name seeps in vain,
rain cleanse thy grief
name calling opposite truth,
soul searching epiphany
long handed sorrow
dreams shatter, like,
no tomorrow.
Categories:
stapled, art, beauty, conflict, emotions,
Form:
OPENED IN ERROR.
A man had bad news about his mother
Had loads to drink one after another
But later on that night
Was seen happy and bright
Said that letter was meant for my brother.
ANGUS.
An old sailor by the name of Angus
Fell in love and married an octopus
They had a son James
Who won gold at games
Found having six arms in sport was a plus.
OLD NICK.
The horned devil had set himself one goal
To collect from those who had a dark soul
He was on to a winner
Saw mankind a great sinner
Said hells fires will need a lot more coal.
OLD WOMAN.
There was an old woman from Nantucket
Had no teeth so her food she would suck it
But one day she choked
On meat that was smoked
And sadly that's how she kicked the bucket.
NELLY.
There once was a young girl called Big Nelly
When she walked by she shook like a jelly
Was told to lose weight
Before its too late
So doctor's have now stapled her belly.
Categories:
stapled, humor,
Form:
Limerick
I see a better world that I can use
Its far from you And inside me
The reality is too much to handle anymore
It's a place we all can love
A place where all angels dwell
Burnt in my mind everything you've done to me
It saves me to go away
It's my internal prison
It's my only safe-haven
I'm my mind there is a place
That only I can control
Your misery will haunt me no more
As Long as I'm in my own reality
You will be no more
It's deep enough where you will never find
But open enough to keep expanding
I will not be stapled by your dominance anymore
This is it i will take a stand
A sky with death In it's smile
Rolls across the night
It seeks to know what is wrong
And the thing is you
I'm my mind there is a place
That only I can control
Your misery will haunt me no more
As Long as I'm in my own reality
You will be no more
I'm my mind there is a place
That only I can control
Your misery will haunt me no more
As Long as I'm in my own reality
You will be no more
I'm my mind there is a place
That only I can control
Your misery will haunt me no more
As Long as I'm in my own reality
You will be no more
Categories:
stapled, adventure, allegory, angst, confusion,
Form:
Ballad
I am 5’6”, 43 pounds thick; a stick figure at war with gravity.
Balloon lungs, eyes of the sun, I walk at the edge of death, Alive!
Life burning in me!
Pack me, store me, I’ll slip into your purse,
Inside your pocket, onto your eyelids, dancing!
I am everywhere at once! Alive! Life burning in me!
Around my neck: A vile of sweet milk, my only anchor to this world.
Around my arms, my tribe of freaks: Fat man, bearded lady, cyclops;
Freaks, strangers, lovers, made of all that is broken in this world.
Together, caught stapled to our circus thrones,
We swim in a sea of orbiting eyes;
Lift me with your grin! Catch me in the updraft of your laughter!
Bathe me in applause!
And though the blackest of nights tiptoes ever closer,
And a profound lethargy gathers gently in the background,
This pyramid of bones will live on forever in your history books,
And the life, burning in me come careening from the page to say:
Step right up folks, step right up!
Feast your eyes upon nature’s strangest phenomenon:
The Human Skeleton!
6/24/2015
Jacob Reinhardt
Categories:
stapled, beauty, celebration, emotions, freedom,
Form:
Blank verse
Having it all means being satisfied with what I have. It means being happy with the gifts God gives me on a day to day basis, which I usually am not. Why? Because I am on Supplemental Security Income, which is the lowest level of disability one can receive in America. Therefore I barely have enough to get by. Since my wife is also on SSI we get the married rate, which is just over $1,000.00 per month. That may sound like a lot of money but it actually puts us somewhere like 60% below the federal poverty level!
This is why I have trying so hard to launch my new magazine Mid-Ohio Valley Poetry Magazine. The only real skill I have is that of writing. I think editing this magazine and publishing it may be my ticket off of the government disability nipple. The problem is that I'm not getting subscribers. The magazine is well worth it. It will be between 7-10 pages long, stapled along the sides, with various genres of poetry in each issue. It will also have a dynamite Christian column by our permanent Christian columnist Kathy Nemec. The first issue will be printed in June. Subscriptions are $15.00 for postal delivery to the USA only. $10.00 for the e-zine. The June issue will feature haikus, short stories, and some free style poetry also.
I want to get off of SSI so badly and the magazine is my only shot. Buy subscriptions and advertise for me. That will allow me to truly have it all. You see I used to lie to myself and tell myself that I was okay on disability. Then my family started doing without things. I didn't notice for a long time because I was strung out on medications and alcohol. Now I'm sober and I see them doing without food. I see clothes piling up because I don't have $1.00 to buy laundry soap. I won't allow that. I need income. I can't drive to a regular job due to epilepsy. So my magazine idea has to fly. You guys are my family. I wanted to pitch you first. You can subscribe through my website www.marvinspoetrypage.com.
Categories:
stapled, business, change, children, write,
Form:
I opened the door to my heart,
so ****ing wide that it hit her ass...
and threw her right back
into that bastard's arms.
I should have been stone,
Could have just left it alone,
but I just had to unfurl my lips
and let my mouth bleed..
I always beg for punishment.
"Room for Rent"
....stapled to
my rupturing sensitivity.
Why'd she take my number,
if she never wanted to fill
my vacancy?
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved 2013
Categories:
stapled, anger, deep, imagery, love,
Form:
Free verse