Best Stick Around Poems
An unhurried sun slides across the horizon
Preparing for slumber behind distant waves
And daylight’s last seagull rides thermals in search
Of a late night fish supper - the herring he craves
A paint shop explosion enlivens the skies
As the sun doffs its cap to the tail end of day
That silhouette seagull, against crimson, flys
Before finally veering and heading away
As one with the beach and the shoreline beyond
I watch vibrant heavens succumb
To a darkness profound although I stick around
And I wait for tomorrow to come
The night has its chills but no hectic-life ills
As I feed my small campfire with sticks
One deck chair, one fire is all I desire…
And a thermos for my caffeine fix
There’s no moon, no stars and there’s no beachfront bars
The surf is my soundtrack tonight
I’ve seen moons and stars work with Venus and Mars
To set all above me alight
But tonight is unpainted and I get acquainted
With shadows that flicker and prance
As I recline there, amused, I’m aware
That the fire makes my own shadow dance
I don’t truly doze and a distant bell knows
That I count off its chimes in the night
And as the world sleeps, somewhere near, a bird cheeps
And I know that it soon will be light
I’ll witness the day and then scurry away
Through the hustle and bustle, to bed
Inspired, I’m rewired, and yet, rather tired
With my first chapter clear in my head
My thermos delivers one last warming cup
As a new dawn blue-rinses the grey
A seagull, perhaps who went last night unfed
Circles early for breakfast today
Categories:
stick around, beach, inspiration, sea, solitude,
Form:
Rhyme
To the tune of "Itsy Bitsy, Teenie Weenie, Yellow, Polka-Dot Bikini"
Dedicated to Nancy Pelosi
Chorus:
She has an itsy bitsy
Teenie weenie
Brain inside her little beanie
And she uses it infrequently
An itsy, bitsy
Teenie weenie brain
We get the heebie jeebies
Whenever Nancy's in our company
Two, three, four
Don’t stick around, head for the door
Nancy:
Oh, I pushed and I wrested for health care
But no one wanted this lame, inane fare
Still I managed to get it through Congress
The court may now say it was pointless
Two, three, four
Please don’t give us anymore
Chorus:
She has an itsy bitsy
Teenie weenie
Brain inside her little beanie
And she uses it infrequently
An itsy, bitsy
Teenie weenie brain
We get the heebie jeebies
Whenever Nancy's in our company
Nancy:
Some will tell you that my voice sounds too shrill
But House members have followed me still
Yet we have an election upcoming
From my muse all my members are running
Final Chorus:
From the Congress to her home state
From California to the streets
Of San Francisco you will find her
Oh so sad to lose her seat
Categories:
stick around, funny, political
Form:
Lyric
Fear, it's like a shadow in our hearts,
A feeling that can make us fall apart.
It's when we're scared of something near or far,
But we can learn from it, like a guiding star.
Sometimes it warns us of things to avoid,
Like dangers in the woods where creatures hide.
But in our lives today, it can make us hesitate,
It stop us from trying new things, or even close a gate.
Fear of the unknown, it's like a fear of what's new,
But remember, it's often where growth comes through.
If you're afraid to try something you've not done before,
Take a step, be brave, and open a new door.
Fear of failing, it's when we're scared to make a mistake,
But it's through our failures that we learn and awake.
So don't let it hold you back or make you hide,
Keep pushing forward, with each stumble, you'll stride.
Fear of being rejected, it's when we're scared to connect,
But relationships and love are what we should protect.
Don't be afraid to open your heart wide,
For friendship and love are worth the ride.
Fear of change, it's when we're scared of what's new,
But change is something we all go through.
Adapting and growing is how we survive,
So embrace it, and watch your life thrive.
Fear of the past, it's when old memories haunt,
But we can't change the things that once taunt.
Forgive, let go, and find peace today,
The past can't control you, it can't make you sway.
Fear, it's like a teacher, offering us advice,
Helping us make choices that are wise.
But don't let it take over, you're in control here,
With courage and wisdom, you can conquer your fear.
Let's not be scared, face fears strong,
With courage, we can prove them wrong.
Fear can teach us, but won't control our way,
In the end, love and hope have their say.
Take on each challenge, step into the light,
With a heart unburdened, take a fearless flight.
Fear might stick around, but it can't hold us down,
With our strength and guts, we'll wear victory's crown.
In life's journey, through every twist and bend,
We'll learn from fear, we'll grow, we'll ascend.
So, let's beat our worries, rise high, no tear,
A future awaits where we live with no fear.
Categories:
stick around, appreciation, dream, fear,
Form:
Didactic
you are a very fast car headed for a brick wall
and i want to ride
you are a beautiful hell-bent guilty
feeling i have inside
you are a fistful of strange pills in my pocket
that i finger constantly
you are a bottle full of dark red wine
i want to drink compulsively
you i could never save
but i'm done playing superman
i never knew how to fly, anyway
i only ran
i'd like to see
what messes we could get into
and watch how we get out of them
i'd like to stick around for just a little while
then run away again
you are the badly written poem
that's been hidden deep for years
you are the bad friend i could never count on
yet you held me and wiped my tears
you are the ominous storm clouds
slowly blocking out the sun
you are the horrible wreck
i just can't turn my head away from
i see the worst of me in you
and the worst of you in me
we mirror each other tragically
Categories:
stick around, feelings, longing, love, lust,
Form:
Rhyme
Well, you asked for it so here goes!
I'm five-feet, eight inches tall from scalp to toes.
Born October 1930 in Indiana - so there, I've revealed my age.
I'm blessed with great health even at this elder stage.
Happily married to my dear Vera for 62 wonderful years,
And we've met life's vicissitudes with laughter and some tears.
Two daughters Leanna and Leslie but, alas, lost Mark, our boy.
Through the years they've brought Vera and me so much joy!
I'm blessed with 6 grandchildren and 4 great grands.
(I hope to stick around for more as my family expands.)
Enlisted at age 17 in the Air Force in 1948 retiring in 1978.
Assigned to Morocco, Germany and Japan which was great!
I 'fought' the Korean War in Bermuda dodging sea shells.
Met Vera in Bermuda and in Texas we rang those wedding bells!
Retired as a Chief Master Sergeant, the top Air Force enlisted grade.
'Twas a challenging, exciting life and I'm sure glad that I stayed.
While in the Air Force I earned a degree in Justice Administration,
And upon Air Force retirement became a Colorado Bailiff for my vocation.
I like folks who keep their word, are punctual and I don't suffer jerks gladly!
Me and the Lord are working on this but I have very little patience, sadly.
I love God, family and nation and enjoy writing poetry and even though,
I've penned nearly 1200, alas, as a bard I've made very little dough!
I like steak and taters and a sip of Beringers White Zinfindel now and then,
And going to Cripple Creek to play the one-armed bandit when I can.
Sorry if I bored you but once I began writing the words just seemed to flow.
Now, you probably know more about me than you ever wanted to know!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Entry for Regina Riddle's "Bio Poem" Contest
Categories:
stick around,
Form:
Bio
As I contemplate life
Through thick lenses glasses of the whiskey bottle
Is there life?
What is life, what is the lie, or even the truth?
Or is there only the journey to darkness
If so, why not buy a first class ticket
To the black hole of the universe
There in death, I can sit
In peace
Dreaming of the rebirth of atoms and molecules
Then, I ponder some more
I remember years ago
Holding a soda pop bottle
I just couldn’t discard
Somehow I was happy
He was my invisible friend
We sure had adventures
Nighttime I was safe
He would guard the window
Be would both gaze at the stars
I would talk and he sure knew how to listen
These memories bring me smiles even now
Is the universe that strange?
Are we all related so, objects, minds and souls?
All I know, is maybe I better stick around
Have a soda
Savoring my youthful days
When all my friends came around to play
Yelling Ricky, come on out, it’s a beautiful day!
Baseball was always fun back then
I always had my soda pop bottle in my bag
Surrounded by friends and so so content
As I contemplate life
I am somewhat amazed
That the ghost from the Christmas past
Is no illusions after all
Chains be dammed, I am set free
I awake with a new vigor
To a new year
Notes: First I recommend to read Orange Crush The adventures of Soda Pop by Richard Lamoureux, all of them are a series. So, I added my dark side, and a wee bit of Charles Dickens at the end, as he like Richard used to write stores in series like this. I thought it unique to combine these 3 ideas in one!
I took the character of Ricky, aged him, and had him look back in time!
Categories:
stick around, baseball, beautiful, childhood, christmas,
Form:
Light Verse
Would you even miss if I were to die?
Or would it be only a showing of your pride?
What if I told you I contemplated suicide?
Would you duck your head and run away and hide?
If you were to notice how depressed I really am
would you reach over and show me a true friend?
The thought that you wouldn't eats me up inside,
my tears are overflowing the well has now run dry.
Friendship calls for sacrifice and not just on one side
I gave my all to you to take and toss aside.
It's sad to think I drop everything to run and do for you;
you do do things for me but expect payment from me too!
Reaching out to someone is very hard to do,
it makes it even harder when you know they won't come thru.
My door is open always and I never charged a toll,
but I seem to pay one when you cross my threshold.
Maybe I will stick around and wallow in self-pity,
or maybe this will be the last of me you'll see!!!
Categories:
stick around, betrayal, conflict, dark, death,
Form:
Free verse
Oh, yes, Darling! Please meet me up the street, in fifteen minutes, right past the old tan house with that porch, bamboo.
We need to talk about things, you and me, without your mean relatives, and that includes your cousin Ted Stew.
I’d gladly trade this car for a completely untarnished marriage certificate, cleaned out of the day-old flu.
But, fiance’, dearest, you have yet to show me your love nest, your side honey, or your super-secret tattoo,
So now that you realize I might cost you money, you love me forever, and think you can let go and forget the Queen of Vooody-Voo- Doo?
Sure, Sweet Darling. Being pre reasonable, I would certainly like to review our marriageable status, and begin trusting you anew.
Of course, we had better hurry, so we get this trust thing sorted, and my family decides to re-include you,
I do not think any love-you-forever ceremony, fancy hall, or wedding vows I will seriously pursue.
If you decide to take the challenge, there on the steps wearing their juiciest smiles, are my mother, Grandma Kell and cousin Lou.
Sure, they do all have guns, permits, frying pans, and razors. Confidentially, they’re in a hum dinger of a stew about you too.
What more can I do, Sugar Bear? I’ve led you right to them, right up these pretty blue and white steps, and frankly, honey, it’s the best thing I could ever do.
So saying, I guess all my relatives are ready to talk and slap and pinch and punch, and fight and scrap, and kick, because they’re sort of mad you made me so blue.
Bye, Sweetie. I’m off for the weekend with my new honey, Rick, a gentle, kind, God-fearing man, who doesn’t want to stick around to see what they’re going to do.
Categories:
stick around, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form:
Monorhyme
He's just another fish in the sea
Or at least that's what they told me
They said, why would I want to love a fish
When I can reach for whatever I wish
Dry my tears, have some fun
They said, stick around, there's no need to run
They're building me a bridge I don't want to get over
Trying to give me a fake four leaf clover
But I just don't get it, why for me are they wishing
When really, I'd rather go back to fishing
Categories:
stick around, lost love, loveme, me,
Form:
Couplet
Greetings from Canada dear readers ! Let me cajole you with a wee bit of fun
and ardent banter. Well, obviously I am Canadian and we are very polite and
charming people, we are sorry when we are guilty of nothing. We say please
and thank you and your welcome often. It is drilled into us from childhood.
You bump into us and lickety-split we will say sorry! It can all get quite absurd.
Talking about absurd there is a real rigmarole going on with a groundhog, a
rodent who predicts if we will get a long winter or a short winter. What kind of
nincompoop believes in this gobbledygook. The story goes that if the rodent,
excuse me, I mean groundhog sees his shadow we have six more weeks of
winter. Now, being a fairly intelligent girl, I say in a forceful voice, balderdash!
I could have predicted six more weeks of winter. Without getting cantankerous,
it is bloody freezing outside! Apparently this pampered, Willie rodent saw his
big fat shadow and it was declared. What a brouhaha that caused. Why did they
not just ask me ? Oh, we may get a little melt, to tease us but the snow and
cold will stick around to torment us, the wind will blow and the snow will fall.
the bare branches wish
for soft emerald green gowns-
snowflakes swirl and twirl
_______________________
February 4, 2018
Poetry/Haibun/A Bit Of Lofty Chit Chat
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9895-87
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Eloquent Banter; You tease me so nicely
sponsor, Edward McCall
Honorable Mention
Categories:
stick around, fun,
Form:
Haibun
What else is there left to say
Now that I’ve been disowned?
I can no longer call you my mother
Since this is no longer my home
Why do I stick around
And endure all of this pain?
Because my friends are my only family
That manages to keep me sane
They are the only people I can talk to
They’re the only ones that know the real me
They’re the only ones that see the good
That you’re too stubborn to see
6 months will come and go
and I’ll finally be free
I’ll be the one to decide
How much good there is in me
Categories:
stick around, sad,
Form:
A poem for every parent.
If I didn’t love you, would I say I care?
Would it matter where you going or what you have to wear?
If I didn’t love you, would I want to hear?
Everything you did today while I hold you near.
If I didn’t love you, would I ever say?
“Come let’s kneel down and thank our Lord for yet another day.”
If I didn’t love you, would I say goodnight?
Would I tuck you in your bed before switching off the light?
If I didn’t love you, when you feeling ill.
Would I take your temperature while you suffering with the chill?
If I didn’t love you, would I stick around?
Listen to your cruel insults, fighting on this battleground.
If I didn’t love you, would I let you go?
Praying that you’ll see the light and know I love you so.
Categories:
stick around, child, children, i love
Form:
Rhyme
False Intentions
It wasn’t my intentions to fall for you…
just wanted some company
but more than a quickie
I guess we can’t be friends
to her you should tend
There were some feelings I was feelin’
so I had to build that “so-called wall”
I’m not mad at you but I’m mad at me…
How could I be blinded?
not controlling my feelings
That’s not me…
I’m stronger than that
From anyone I can flee…
Out of sight and out of mind
I ease out like the breeze…
I couldn’t stick around this time
cause it wasn’t for me
I was just blind to something that wasn’t mine
but seeking won’t make you find…
It’s like you had me in a trap
But I took out the map in my mind
Laid it out, and I’m back on track
The submission to your application
for your so-called invention has been rejected…
misunderstood…. but comprehend those false intentions.
By: Aleasha A. Martin
Categories:
stick around, life,
Form:
Rhyme
You gave me magical words this morning.
I should have stopped everything I was doing –
to go write them down.
Words are precious fleeting, living things
And when ignored, do not stick around.
I knew the words were important
A Devine missive was given to me.
But life can get so busy
Disrupting,
Distracting,
Interrupting our thoughts.
The day’s plans and appointments’
Easily dissolve precious thoughts and words
Into a fog of forgetfulness
Lost and scattered
Fading…
Leaving me, regrettably
the knowledge -
That you whispered an image Devine
Given me in a moment–
And I was reckless…
I did not pause to acknowledge
or save it.
12/02/2020
Categories:
stick around, dedication, irony, memory,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The sun was blaring down
That August afternoon
When Jesse came into the town
Of Early Blossom Bloom
The sun had blistered up his skin
His shoes were worn and tired
The clothes he wore upon his back
Was all that he acquired
Jesse was a loner
Traveled light and all alone
No family he could speak of
No place to call a home
For food and basic shelter
He would trick upon the street
For a twenty dollar bill
His throat would be a treat
His body aged and weary
From the life now forced to live
A new found way of living
No man had chose to give
The effort once put forth
Strength he no longer had
To earn an honest living
A concept he didn’t have
What would come of Jesse
No trade to call his name
In life he loved so many men
Each one a different way
But love for him was just a fix
An action he would show
Not something that would stick around
And nourish his inner soul
He travels to the city
In hopes to find a friend
One last fool to take
Before giving up his sin
But in this town
There was no one
To cater Jesse’s ways
No place for him to go and stay
Or a simple bed to lay
He sat down on the park bench
As dusk filled up the sky
Weary from the journey made
In hunger he did cry
In life he played a hell of a dance
No partner came to stay
Deep down afraid
The city streets
Would be his home to stay
In Jesse’s heart was anger
For the people passed him by
Not one kind word was spoke to him
He sat alone and cried
His prayers of some compassion
Were seemingly unheard
This was life for him now
Banished from the world
He died that night a lonely man
On the park bench all alone
Laid to rest in a lonely grave
The place he now calls home
The life and times of Jesse
Now just a memory
He was a man most would forget
For shame of his company
Think back on the life and times
That Jesse brought to earth
Would you have shown compassion?
If you seen him all alone
Who is to say who is to judge
For a life lived on the streets
For Jesse it was all he knew
And all he could ever be
Categories:
stick around, death, life, loss, sad,
Form:
Free verse