Best Stick Up Poems
I have tracked my New Year's Resolutions
over the years these are my fantastic results.
Resolution One
2011: I will try to be more attentive to Lauren.
2012: I will pay more attention to what's her name...ah...Lori...I know I'm close.
2013: I will try for reconciliation with Lo.
2014: I will try to be more attentive to Carol.
Resolution Two
2011: I will walk 35,000 steps a day this year.
2012: I will definitely start my walking routine this year at 10,000 steps a day.
2013: I will walk once a week.
2014: I will try to drive past a gym at least once a week.
Resolution Three
2008: I will not stare at women's cleavage .
2009: I will cut down the amount of time I stare at women's cleavage.
2010: I will stop being so obvious when I stare at women's cleavage.
2011: I will attempt to stop getting caught staring at women's cleavage.
2012: I will stop increasing the time I spend staring at women's cleavage.
2013: I will seek professional help as directed by the courts.
2014: I will try to stop starring at the female prison guards cleavage.
Resolution Four
2011: I will not let my siblings push me around.
2012: I will stick up for myself with at least one of my siblings.
2013: I will not let my siblings bullying depress me.
2014: I will talk to Dr. Potter and the group about my siblings.
Resolution Five
2008: I will read Clarissa this year all 1534 pages.
2009: I did not read Clarissa I will read Varney The Vampire all 866 pages.
2010: I will read the first 50 pages of Varney The Vampire this year.
2011: I will read some articles in the newspaper this year.
2012: I will try and finish the comics section this year.
2013: I will read one strip in the cartoon section this year.
2014: I will read the fortune cookie thingy the next time I have Chinese Food.
18~12~2014
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Contest Name: New Year's Resolution
O my Lord, I hope you don’t see man as virus or disease
This bright blue globe you gave us faces such profound unease
We’re told that we will drown or burn though some of us will freeze
And only you can save us… can we have our ball back please
We drive our cars and fly in planes for holidays on skis
And now they tell us that we’ve brought our planet to its knees
We’re gonna catch the sun and stick up windmills in the breeze
Which feels like ‘fingers-crossed’ so, can we have our ball back please
We make it, break it, use it up
We throw it in the trash
And then we buy another one
Cos all it costs is cash
But now it seems our number’s up
We’ve been a little rash
This Earth unlike the phoenix
May not rise up from the ash
Another storm has ripped up houses, bridges, cars and trees
The sewers overflowed into the rivers and the seas
But now we’re in a heatwave and it’s thirty-five degrees
It’s really rather hot so can we have our ball back please
The scientists keep saying we eat too much meat and cheese
They tell us we can all survive on lentils, beans and peas
Which won’t achieve too much when just a few of us agrees
And so I have to ask you, can we have our ball back please
We make it, break it, use it up
We throw it in the trash
And then we buy another one
Cos all it costs is cash
But now it seems our number’s up
We’ve been a little rash
This Earth unlike the phoenix
May not rise up from the ash
This thing that’s wrong with planet Earth is killing bugs and bees
And coral reefs have had their day in many far off seas
Though governments may talk a lot, they never hear our pleas
Their taxes will not save us… can we have our ball back please
We leave our oil and gas right there beneath the sands and seas
Then ship more in with diesel fumes and importation fees
We’re gonna catch the sun and stick up windmills in the breeze
Which feels like ‘fingers-crossed’ so, can we have our ball back please
We make it, break it, use it up
We throw it in the trash
And then we buy another one
Cos all it costs is cash…
To save the world we’re armpit deep
In net zero decrees
But only you can save us…
Can we have our ball back please
“ I am”
I am myself the only one to see
I am so delicate and easy to break
Maybe I will be free and then I can make some cake
One day I will be far from home and free
I am so tired of being alone and in pain
I want to be thought of and held so tight
Can there just be one time where I stick up and fight?
I love to go out and just dance in the rain
As life passes by I still love to hide
I want to be able to find some love
I washed my lovely body with some Dove
When my wings fall I wont be able to fly
Sometimes all you have to do is just cry
The day will soon come when I fine my pride
I tossed a stick up in the air
To watch it fly around
I waited for that stick to fall
Before me on the ground
It must have been a special stick
That did not make a sound
For when I searched the ground ahead
That stick could not be found
I never did retrieve my stick
That disappeared that day
Perhaps the stick was mad at me
For throwing it away
The moral of the story is
Be careful what you say
For if a stick can resurrect
Then you should learn to pray.
I was 468 miles away,
thinkin’, “Baby, would ya catch me on the next one?”
The hairs on her arm would stick up
and she’d think to herself:
Ain’t no way he’s still thinkin’ ’bout me.
Well, listen, honey,
I know I’m a ramblin’, self-centered little prick,
but I gotta be honest—
I shoulda been the one to marry you.
Weeks pass and I forget
the smell of you,
the texture of your lips
and what they did to my soul…
but that’s not what I’m tryin’ to say.
My fiancée is in the other room,
likely entertainin’ a funner guy
who’d offer the moon.
I kill a pint of whiskey,
pass out,
and here I am, dreamin’ of you.
Morning comes, my head throbs,
but my heart hurts worse.
468 miles away,
yet moments ago we danced on the floor.
I kiss my ole lady, one eye open,
guardin’ my throat.
The light peck she gives lets me know
I’m not guilty
for clingin’ to hope—
the hope of seein’ you again,
down on the bathroom floor,
wishin’ you’d come around
just a lil bit more
If I could go back,
and knew what I know,
I’d change a few things,
and shake up the flow.
I might go to class,
be where I should be,
Say and wear what I wish,
And only be me.
Ignore the ignorant,
hold dearest friends close,
Respect authority,
never stick up my nose.
Have love and compassion,
a watchful mind,
Keep ears wide open,
and always be kind.
Harbor a strong heart,
let others be shared,
Make sure I remind them,
that I always cared.
So, if I could go back,
and knew what I know,
I might change a few things,
and see where it goes.
So my big brother
Samuel James, goes
by the name Sam, he
Started out as my friend,
but now he's my big
brother; the one who's
always there, the one
who will always stick up
for me, and help me anyway
he can, will never do me
wrong, always true, always
honest, always the Big Brother
I love forever~n~always,
To death and beyondm and that beyond
is eternally. Sam you always
know how to make me happy it's
hard not to laugh around you, then put
you and my sexy hubby together & it's
so funny, and fun, and Priceless.
I see a family full of love,
the one who can never hurt me,
The one who is amazing and fun to be around,
I love you Big Brother Sam!
Always~N~Forever,
Briana Lynn Palmer
~Dustin's Wife~
11-19-11
12:16A.M.
15almost16
****-retentive
stick up the ass
over-reactive
over-dramatization
over seemly unimportant
irrelevant issues seemed to
always be the response to
crossing over the pet-peeve line
that had been created over time
Oh, where have all the cowboys gone
That weren’t afraid to speak their mind?
Oh, where have all the cowboys gone—
Have they rode off with us behind?
We used to know the right from wrong
And not all things were for a buck—
Our boys once grew both tall and strong
And all they needed was some luck.
But things have changed in this dark land
And correctness is now the word—
We’re all afraid to take a stand
And America’s now absurd!
So now we take Christ from Christmas
And are afraid to say His name—
The ACLU now makes a fuss—
And we all have to play the game!
So now we all stick up our hands—
Robbed of what all the brave have died—
And let the bad guys make their plans
As our leaders played tricks and lied.
But our time will come once again
And we’ll ride strong and still be free—
If we call the Almighty, friend,
And open hearts and eyes to see.
Yes, where have all the cowboys gone
That aren’t afraid to speak their mind?
Yes, where have all the cowboys gone?
They have not left us all behind.
Why People Rob Banks
By Elton Camp
Let’s say that I’m a robber and knock over a store
I might get a hundred bucks, but not likely more
Or I decide that I will mug some guy on the street
I never know when it’s a gun-toter I might meet
If I should so foolishly stick up the big box store
Then I wouldn’t be able to shop there anymore
And then, if I break into some rich dude’s place
Both a burglar alarm and a bad dog I might face
If robbing a bank I’m not taking any personal cash
It’s not likely anyone angrily against me will dash
The bank doesn’t want to risk its customers shot
There’ll be little or no resistance as likely as not
But to know the main reason doesn’t take a whiz
People rob banks since that’s where the money is
I lay in bed at night wondering if this madness will disappear,
I search for answers and “ignore it” is all I seem to hear.
Differences should be embraced not used for false accusations,
Trying my best to keep the peace causes nasty retaliations.
Rumors spread like sand for the whole world to see,
I only do what is right, is there something wrong with me?
There's no need to shout with anger and deep resentment,
Can't I just explore my passion for writing in sincere contentment?
I stick up for myself and others who are very undeserving,
of ridicule with confrontation and all the useless hurting.
I vowed to myself I'd never live with anymore dramatic play.
I'm an adult, a wife and a mother not a child on display.
It breaks my heart to read all the sarcastic insinuations,
I can read between the lines I don't deserve these situations.
All of us as a fellowship should be more encouraging,
let's grow together in harmony, as one unit emerging.
I stay quiet in the corner and the second I say a word,
it gets thrown in my face and I'm the one left unheard.
I understand there's two sides of every single story,
Let's please move forward past this before it's gets too stormy.
I will wake up in the morning and keep on writing,
Cuz' that's why I am here, not for bickering and fighting.
***This is written to ALL of Poetry Soup so that we may all know we are here for the same reason. When the reasons why we are here start to change is when there needs to be a change in our priorities.***
BE BLESSED EVERYONE!!!
Funny Robbery
Hiccup
Stick-up
Resort for Primates
Gorilla
Villa
Country Singer Sounds like a Bird
Trilly
Willy
Small Town Dump
Village
Spillage
The Party Pooper
Thriller
Killer
Frigidity
Chillness
Illness
A Deathly Calm
Stillness
Illness
Measure of Happiness
Smileage
Mileage
Growing up that age,we‘ve grown out
Of mothers bosom into streets,
With sown leather that bounces
Up and down among us,
Gone far and wide, swimming in lakes
Of Spirogyra green and tea brown water,
Caught the silvery tilapia and slippery heels as game,
And sold them for bread,
Self inflicted hungered, afflicted;
Though large ladles were waiting,
The rowdy rascal would returned
With impunity and stumped to their leftover;
And Shepherds echoed and neigh expressed
Our wandering out and about.
Now that we 've outgrown,
We have left such things that made a lad again,
And looked toward the future
When we would be father-like
To little ones,
We shall spit out and bellow nothing to naughty
While to them the beds they would lay,
And dose and dream of carbuncles, sapphire and crystal rocks,
Floating oarless in the breeze of aquamarine riches
And falling into bottomless abyss,
Till clock crow it is soon morning,
And woke with tears all stick up to faces,
bricks and bars and dirty white walls
nobody cares whenever you fall
nobody answers when you make collect calls
nobody thinks of you at all...
dropped like a dime in a bottomless well...can't wrap my mind around this man made hell
gladiators yell and guards cast lots...bettin life or death where warriors get popped
fists into flesh to amuse and amaze
the game never ends and it's not a bad dream...
doing time in the hate machine
never think of consequences...come to your senses
fried to a crisp on electrified fences
too late for repentance...no end to the sentence
division like insane incisions where racist pigs rule
reigning in blood,badges,and big black boots
peace signs like war crimes get tried...on the stand committing purgery
lying dirty devils soon put in soul surgery
no rest for the wicked,addicted,obnoxious and obscene...
doing time in the hate machine
cops,crooks,fall guys and mobsters gettin cooked,baked and boiled like lobsters
stick up kids leaving tire tracks and mile long skids
burning white lips from crackhead strips
gangster ghouls subtracting love and adding misery
black blanket parties inside perverts dreams...
doing time in the hate machine
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Just stepped on a mini wheat, now I'm known as a cereal killer
Ate some fruit loops, now I'm a star in a fruity loopy thriller
Devoured some cheerios
Now have a happy ego
Coco Puffs make me loco, puff up and stick up my bad finger!