Best Stirrer Poems
The Convivial Mancs Minx
Stirrer of the Soup
Front and center of the Loom
Feminine rat pack crooner
An erstwhile trusty steed
Who participates and loves to read
No man is an Island
But a women's playground
To fell with words and pose
And she is a sullen rose amongst tidal waves
Categories:
stirrer, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
Sturdy limbs
Stocky almost
Knows his way around a barbell maybe
Not easy to anger
But if he finds the right woman
A professional stirrer,
Will be get away or fall hard?
A professional instigator is something he has not yet met.
We wait in anticipation wondering who will capture his heart.
Sure enough, he falls hard for a professional instigator.
One who not only pushes his buttons
But can push the rest of the family’s buttons too
He does not escape for twenty years
Finally does
To the relief
of his sisters
and his mother.
Categories:
stirrer, love,
Form:
Free verse
Vigus and I were childhood buddies
who ventured to make some ice cream
It was to be our special creation
that would be a dish most supreme
We got some sand from the sand heap
and sifted it with a fine mesh wire
to give the dish a fine consistency
so its quality would be superior
We crumbled up some dried dirt
and pounded it with a hammer
then sifted it with the wire mesh
and made chocolate talcum powder
We mixed these ingredients in a tin
using a piece of stick as a stirrer
and blended them for quite a while
until there was a uniform texture
Vigus continued the stirring
while I added the water
until the mix was nice and firm
and chocolate brown in colour
Now who would taste it first
we both said to each other
After thinking for a while I said
I believe I have the answer
I said let's ask Greedy Mackie
who was quite a beggar
always sponging off our snacks
in a very shameless manner
We asked Mackie to join us
and I got a piece of candy
Vigus stirred it in the mix
in the full view of Mackie
While Vigus stirred in the candy
We raved how sweet the dish would be
Then we asked who would taste it first
saying that person would be lucky
I suppose Mackie's thoughts
could only focus on the candy
When we asked the question
he raised his hand and cried "ME"
We gave him a spoonful of the dish
which he put it in his mouth greedily
Vigus and I watched most intensely
to see what his reaction would be
Mackie bolted for the water tap
spitting most profusely
I guess he learned a lesson that day
that he should not be so greedy
Vigus, Mackie and I were about 7 years old
Categories:
stirrer, candy, children, chocolate, food,
Form:
Quatrain
The child was getting tired of being teased
Words flowed from her brother's mouth unfiltered
Had he more vocabulary he'd spew.
She didn't care on that morning if she pleased
She went to the icebox unbewildered
milk threw
We all stood in shock, except her brother
Drenched to the degree of being drowned, whew!
But equal to his cruel out of kilter
words. He's thinking there's ways other to
stir stew
Here in the south sometimes we say of a person that they are stirrer of trouble and we used some different terminology(vocabulary) sometimes.
I used icebox instead because refrigerator would not fit, so going back to my youth when some people still had an icebox.
My understanding of this form is 11 lines. Ten syllables per line except for the 6th line and the 11th line which are suppose to be two one syllable words or a one two syllable word which both syllables are pronounced equally. Really don't understand stressed and unstressed. LOL
Rhyme scheme is : a,b,c,a,b,c d,c,b,d,c
Categories:
stirrer, anger, family,
Form:
Curtal Sonnet
The Prairie dogging contra versies Oh, the queen of dramaturge absurd this stick stinking stirrer A interdiction of artless showmanship Dramatis personae that’s pure over acting bull in a glass house better left in an outhouse
Categories:
stirrer, allusion, angst, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Grook
A dreaming man in the state of REM
sees the dream as a reality
rivers of thoughts like sparkling gems
reveling in his new found sanity.
hours ago, a dozen empty bottles
deafening music and cheesy sizzles
gagging from second hand smoke
rhetorical nagging, senseless jokes
laser lights blinding, dancing to tune
a guy signing, sounding like a croak
who was better off in the heat of the dunes
Staggering dizzily up steep stairs
without acrobatic skills of balance and grace
like in a masquerade with ladies all fair
behind his mask, the unseen face
drooling and smelling of alcohol
like in a trance at this dream ball
as dim lights lead to his abode
soft music playing in shuffle mode
eager for that soft fluffy pillow
to unburden all of the days load
into this dreamy soft silo
Rumbling snores fill the bunk
like thunder after the blinding bolt
deep into the sea of linen he is sunk
impervious even from a jarring jolt
closed eyes start to move and spin
like in a search that is to begin
falling , falling into deeper slumber
into a world far, far beyond yonder
played out by his own memories
a scene of a goose and a gander
replaying happy childhood stories
Splattering water drops in constant dripping
from a leaky rusty faucet
old china strewn in the sink, smelling
like a stale stiff baguette
while a cockroach enjoys the rich dinner
laid out in a gold rimmed platter
unmindful of the thundering snores
that sends minute tremors down the floor
munching, licking, chewing, gnawing…
eating his fill till he can eat no more
while others continue their wild feasting
As light beams transform dark to day
cutting through mists, reflecting in dew
heralded by songs of love birds at play
as the sweet smell of neighbors hot brew
sings along from a whistling pot
a morning harmony he never forgot
as he struggles up from bed
ringing in his ears, knocking in his head
dizzily dragging himself to the mirror
staring at eyes of blood shot red
as he strains to reach his trusted razor.
His hangover lasted for 3 hours to the dot
couldn’t get to work, so sheepishly he just sat
his job hanging from a thin thread
and a nagging that he hears in his head
round and round he swirls the stirrer
of the hot coffee and a piece of bread
he gingerly asked from his good old neighbor.
Categories:
stirrer, life, peopledream, music, dream,
Form:
Free verse
We are identical twins
believing in none of the same things
as alike as a tennis shoe is to a tyrannosaurus rex’s jawbone
We used to play and laugh
We had a silent laugh that creeped out the rest of the family
It could last for a month or two at a time
But then one of us grew up, and moved away.
Became a political being, whereas the other one
does not remember half the time which one is a donkey
We are identical twins
who used to have a mother and father
who kept us together, in the same car, at the same church
We used to be together on so many things
Before I realized there are other religions and other languages
And before my twin forgot who she was and became a social media stirrer of trouble.
We barely speak now
When we do we are careful
She professes to hate liberals, and I am the most liberal liberal I know.
Luckily, I also know that she does not know what a liberal is.
Some people do not have to know what “they are” in order to despise them.
Categories:
stirrer, 5th grade, family,
Form:
Free verse
Mirror
Beauty that an eye can collect,
Corporeal it will select,
As I sit in front of mirror,
Can never see the mind stirrer,
Fragrance of florets of heart won't ever reflect !
Written September 4th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest 'Reflections of a florette' by Nette Onclaud
Categories:
stirrer, mirror,
Form:
Rhyme
March 31 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 11-13
Key Verse –1Kings 11:23 And God stirred him up…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SOUL-STIRRER
Lord God, You are my soul-Stirrer,
turning my heart toward sincere devotion
Thank You for smiting my carnality of fleshly ambition
Please forgive me since I made You angry with my sin-caused perversion
In going after other gods against Your direction.
Lord God, You are my soul-Stirrer,
taking away my fright inflicted by evil adversary
Thank You for pointing my way toward Your victory
Please forgive me since I doubted You with my mischief’s misery
In neglecting to trust Your might and valour’s glory.
Lord God, You are my soul-Stirrer,
testing my dedication with Your judgment
Thank You for upholding my conviction by Your wisdom-settlement
Please forgive me since I forsook You with my discontentment
In running against Your plan, ruining my heavenly commitment.
Lord God, You are my soul-Stirrer,
training my tongue to speak good words
Thank You for answering my prayers by faith against unbelief-swords
Please forgive me since I displeased You with my hypocrisy records
In hiding inside deceit that earns Your discipline boards.
Lord God, You are my soul-Stirrer,
teaching my spirit to show genuine sacrifice
Thank You for checking my motives toward sincere prayer cries
Please forgive me since I brought to You oblation with empty price
In offering to You upon altar of selfishness-vice.
Lord God, You are my soul-Stirrer,
toppling my pride of vain height
Thank You for enabling my transformation against defective blight
Please forgive me since I pulled myself to soar with arrogant flight
In pursuing toward stardom pushed by worldly delight.
Lord God, You are my soul-Stirrer,
tracking my steps by Your deliverance
Thank You for consecrating my life to Your ministry’s guidance
Please forgive me since I stood with my perilous arrogance
In mourning over my temporal loss of no significance.
March 31, 2023
Categories:
stirrer, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Is the witches brew through?
The stirring seems endless.
The turns ceaseless.
Heat so intense, sitting apon
such hot, hot, ambers.
The pot is heavy and old,
its handle weak.
It seems to be hanging on a thread.
Over and over the stirring does not cool.
The bubbling is hindered instead.
I am not the stirrer really .
I am not the pot.
Nor am I the ambers hot.
Nor the brew I'm not.
Ah! these are things that come from where?
Not from me is what I care.
Where do I belong?
Why stay in this fire?
I am free.
OH do I say I am useful here.
I lie!
For I am not vetable, beef, poultry or sea food.
Nor am I a spice.
Where do I fit in?
Well! in my own life.
Its ok! you will make it.
Prepare your own brew.
I now know which is mine.
Categories:
stirrer, imagination, life, philosophy,
Form:
When the sh.. hits the fan, cut the cr.. said the stirrer and she knew he was taking the pi.. and that she needed to change her composition.
Categories:
stirrer, break up,
Form:
Monoku
Here comes the company’s biggest stirrer.
I know she has something mean to say.
Maybe letting me know a horribleness
She has heard someone else say about me.
I leave my chair and run swiftly, not caring if she sees.
Let her think I am avoiding her.
For I am.
And plan to do so for the rest of her days here.
Categories:
stirrer, women, work,
Form:
Free verse
Will santa bring my fantasy wrapped
will his sleigh be filled with love untapped
will my hot chocolate drink and candy cane stirrer
be filled with Bailey's to give it a furor....
Will his reindeer be blindfolded remembering the way
will they rush thru snow flurries to get here today
will they be as excited as they land on my roof
be as impatient while they bang with their hooves.....
Does santa still accept letters at the pole
or should I have e-mailed my request from home
however it's done in this day and age
hope he delivers new book with new page....
Will santa bring my fantasy wrapped
rush thru snow flurries,blindfolded untapped
excited,impatient the rush of the furor
while ice crystals dance in icicle mirrors....
Categories:
stirrer, fantasy, holiday, snow, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
To be nobody - but -yourself-- in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else--means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. E.E. Cummings
Panagiota's Lament
I woke with some sadness this
morning,
Hesitating to write my very
direct poetry, anymore!
I honestly believed I could hide
my fighting spirit?
In some poetry that does not
knock on anyone's soul door.
I cannot be anyone but a soul
stirrer!
I try to get people to wake up
and think!
And too bad the masses do not
like it.
Of my poetry, you won't find
any close duplicate.
I cringe in pain when writing
poetry to please others!
Neither with quill nor in person,
can that ever be.
I am condemned to do exactly
as E.E. Cummings said: write
fearlessly!
To some, I am a a good friend,
and to others?
Alas, they see me with their
squinty, stiff poetic or political
lens.
Wanting me to write to please
them?
No, that will never happen, I
write about what I see as true.
Amen!
I believe so much in poetical
liberty I can't be labeled, try
as many do.
It's just me, knocking at your
heart, pleading with you...
To be wide open and to be the
most joyfully, open you!
August 14, 2019
Categories:
stirrer, courage, creation, freedom, how
Form:
Rhyme
If this was the last poetry contest
I would choose to call the tall waves
from the serotonin molecules
Neuron by neuron in the snaking path
cleft by cleft in a cerebral dance
the resplendent response
to the sounds of the tolling bell
through the laughing waves
from the ventricles
The soup knocked on the brains
a stirrer in the currents
It grew lilacs in the garden
softening the hardened soil
The soup sent cordial calls
to rivers dormant in a darkness
In the soup we knew the footfalls
With every sound the tall t-waves
All these from the charged magnet
the Poetrysoup contest
In case this was the last
we know we wouldn't fast
The treasure of the Poeyrysoup-glee
would never be under lock and key
Whenever fidgety in the pursuit
of an elusive thought or image
or of a glimpse of poetic stanzas
We would tap on the verdant doors of
the dear storehouse of the jewels
that never failed an avid reader
of all the forms of English poetry
After all a river is born to end
Leaving almost permanent poetry
in every bend
18 September 2023
Inspiration: Contest:
If this was the last Poetry Contest
hosted by Silent One
Categories:
stirrer, creation, poetry,
Form:
Free verse