Best Stockpiling Poems
For loo rolls some shoppers are vying
and people are seen panic buying
The shelves are now empty
When once there was plenty
Stockpiling - there is no denying!
I panic when I need the loo -
I’m hoping its wee wee not pooh
Cos I’m sat on the seat
and we’re down to one sheet
Perhaps torn newspapers will do!
3/10/20
Categories:
stockpiling, health, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
we think
everyone’s goal
in life
is to be happy
i don’t understand it
but for some people
it’s all about power
or just being right
really it’s about
what makes
them
happy
we have different
definitions of
what happiness is
and we’re always
surprised when
theirs differ from ours
for some
it’s to be proven smarter
crushing one’s opponents
shopping till you drop
quietly reading in a corner
eating till you burst
making money no matter how
stockpiling mountains of savings
disrespecting lower class
barking orders
abusing the weak
badmouthing loved ones
pursuit of one’s perversions
living for one’s children
pumping iron all day long
the thrill of the chase
the high of the adventure…
our happiness is what drives us all
in our very idiosyncratic ways
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, 3rd place 2021
Posted on November 7, 2018
Categories:
stockpiling, fun, happiness, introspection, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
We're in the foothills of a second civil war
the divide between left and right
burning and widening
Peace undermined by the rich behemoth... indifference
the uneven eye of the media leviathan
universities raping our children's minds
impregnating with stalinleninputinxi disease.
Slapping lady liberty in the mouth
with metal dongs of intolerance.
Cutting out tongues of freedom of speech-of religion-of differing opinion
and the socialist/commies and pacifist wonder why
we the people are stockpiling high caliber rights.
It's because mad clowns are running the government
entitled mad dogs are crapping in the streets
the elite and naive emptying jails and asylums
onto our streets.
While they sleep soundly behind gated communities
while their storm troopers are slicing the stars from old glory
never satisfied with anything.
Always burning and cutting and running-reaping
never sitting-talking -discussing-seeding...
burning tongues and bloody stars.
Amassing in the foothills of the second civil war.
Categories:
stockpiling, mental illness,
Form:
Free verse
It was a howling good night for a pumpkin fight.
The cats were ready, their witches soon would alight.
The woods were aglow with lit cauldrons so bright.
Halloween Eve was prancing about, a marvelous sight.
How many pumpkins will we need for the fright?
Asked Merlonia, the head cat of Old Witch McBright.
She was the most sage and wise familiar here tonight.
They began stockpiling their ammunition, a horrific sight!
Categories:
stockpiling, cat, halloween,
Form:
Monorhyme
Ah, the joys of summer
delightful sights that
lift our spirits
feed our souls
Chickadees frolic
in the sprinkler, bathe
in puddles on the patio
The arched trellis, encased
in delicate cardinal vines
bright red star-shapes
sing hummingbird's song
Trees in full regalia
absorb the heat, offer
shade and gentle breezes
Four o' clocks present their colors
reveal cheerful faces
only at night
Melon vines "taking over"
redeem themselves with
promise of tasty treat
Sweet Peas cling
to the aged oak
wearing lush pink ornaments
We enjoy these summer pleasures
stockpiling in memory
moments to treasure
in winter's freeze
Categories:
stockpiling, joy, summer,
Form:
List
Two squirrels gathering nuts and foraging in the woods.
Scurrying about sniffing and prodding things weren't looking to good.
A storm was a coming so frantically they searched.
All the while an owl looked on watching on his branch perch.
He being the wisest of all the creatures spoke and said to the squirrels.
"Quit going so fast the things you need are over by the farmers barrels."
The little ones listened and went to the barnyard.
Seeing this opened barrell they saw kernels of corn scattered around in discard.
Excited they accomplished there task of gathering, rushing to an fro they had a stockpile.
Almost an hour later they were set for the winter it would last a long time.
Thanking the owl bellies full strored food for the winter they were ready to hibernate.
All was well the food for the family secured the chilling winter they would escape.
Stockpile a idea we should learn from the insects, critters, they store to survive.
They see a brighter future for their species they are truly alive.
How about you? Carnal man do you think ahead? Do you save?
Do you store blessings from your Creator following His laws and strive to behave?
Our faith, hope, and dreams allow "us" to have a choice and scurry to find God's edicts?
Stockpiling "Blessings" in the book of life you can give your life a spiritual gift.
Even the squirrels know when it is time to stockpile even though they run only on instinct.
Carnal man can reason animals can't, who is smarter the animals or man, it is very distinct.
Categories:
stockpiling, faith, winter, food, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Should you vote the democratic ticket, then let the farce be with you!
All I can say is please do some serious research before you do.
It’s not just about change but this country’s future is at stake,
Check out both candidates records, times are getting too serious to make any mistakes.
Many, many men have died for our freedom and the right to vote,
Do not vote on infatuation, cause it was shed blood that bought it, I do not mean to gloat.
The issue that worries me most is our economy is rapidly falling apart,
They need to cap the price of crude it’s eroding this nations heart.
I don’t know of one thing that hasn’t increased in the last two years,
You can call it what it is but we have allowed this to happen and now we are facing our
worst fears.
We have become too dependent on foreign oil,
It’s time to crank up those drilling rigs and start punching holes right here in American
soil.
And when they need our wheat or grain,
Sell it to them at a jacked up price let them feel the hurt and pain.
No more weapons to foreign countries shall we sale,
As far as I’m concerned they can all go straight to h—l.
No more being Mr. Nice Guy let them fend for themselves,
Let us take care of what we have and start stockpiling our shelves.
I think it is time for this country and it’s people to unite for the right reasons.
Time is not on our side, the Lord is about to return, read the signs know the seasons.
Categories:
stockpiling, devotion, faith, people, political,
Form:
Verse
We've heard all about the stockpiling,
the toilet rolls, lettuce and beans,
but secretly more of this is going on
unnoticed, and behind the scenes.
The Government, in our best interests,
(which translates they take us for mugs)
have warehouses scattered all over the place
in which they are stockpiling hugs.
They've seen that we haven't been using
our quota of hugs for a year,
which normally we all quite freely discharge
as a greeting, or after some beers.
Close facing embracing, a clinch is a cinch,
but all of our arms unemployed,
since in this pandemic the orders are strict
and so hugging we haven't enjoyed.
So we live all our lives by the orders
the Boffins have said is our guide,
we greet with a bump of our elbows, but then
our arms all hang limp by our sides.
And while we all fight for survival
and live by these laws as we must,
all heaped up in stacks on their pallets, on racks
are the millions of hugs gathering dust.
But soon, when we're all vaccinated,
and hope we're not killed in the rush,
our arms will rise free, full of hugs, then we'll see
loved ones short of breath in the crush.
No longer will hugs be illegal,
as torsos are all gladly squished,
our arms will flap up like an Eagle's
making up for the hugging we've missed.
Categories:
stockpiling, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
That short 'insignificant' sex act.
Short in duration.
Pleasurable in the present,
Yet a harbinger of blackmail, heartbreak and marital problems to the future.
That 'short' sentence spoken without restraints.
Minimal in lexical terms.
Seemingly harmless in the present.
Yet, it takes root in the mind of others.
Thus paving way for self destructive thoughts in the future.
That 'little lie' spoken to avoid the present troubles.
How little it seems.
Yet it grows.
Like a onion,
Layer by layer.
Like the cold war,
Stockpiling mass destruction for the future.
That unchecked secret habit.
Not dubbed a sin by some circles.
Thus enjoyed without restraints and seeking for help.
Preparing a pathway to obsession,
And it's attendant horde of destructive thoughts .
The dark shadowy history box is its name.
For it conceals those 'discarded actions' we think are long buried
Alas!!
Like a genie lamp,
It keeps following.
Stalking and lurking in the shadows.
Waiting for the perfect moment to appear in our future.
Waiting to be opened by our future partners and business contacts.
Waiting to unveil that 'dark patch of our lives.
Waiting to mess up everything we labored for.
I weep.
For my box is not empty.
And my dark patch not clean.
Yet i run to Jesus.
Tears in my eyes.
Praying His grace buries that box permanently and make my path straight.
I know He will heed my prayers.
Even though that box will show up later,
It's devastating effects would have been nullified by the saving power of His grace.
Beloved, every action we take has an effect on the future so let us endavour to watch our every action.
#BASHORUN
Categories:
stockpiling, abortion, anger, christian, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
From China, Covid-19 its name,
Travelled west, and here it came.
Affecting many, making them ill.
It’s one purpose, seeming to kill.
Coughing, spreading, without knowing.
Events cancelled, no movies showing.
Calls for calm, as it takes its toll,
Morons stockpiling toilet roll.
Panic buying, hand gels and soap.
People dying, a loss of hope.
This virus, it cares not.
Though it hates the weather hot.
Take extra care, if you’re unwell,
And it will, be just swell.
Wash your hands, to stop the spread,
Else you may, well end up dead!
Categories:
stockpiling, death, fear, health, scary,
Form:
Blank verse
The draft dips downward, limbs swaying in the wind;
fearless butterfly hovers over a branch.
Listening too late, one strong gust of wind
propels her towards an overhanging tree.
She grabs hold; hunching under leaves; she waits it out.
What a story she'll have for her kiddoes tonight.
Audacious bee is busily engaged
stockpiling nectar from nearby tulip blooms.
He hears the wind's howl and crawls quickly to safety
deep inside a budding tulip blossom's petals.
"Wind's too strong to risk flying back to the hive;
I might land in Timbuktu or the Sahara."
Hard-working ants set out on their quest early;
word has it that there's treasure on Ridge Rd.
Hauling crumbs twice his size, along the dusty path,
Andy has made three trips already by noon.
Wearily, he trudges along with his last load
and gets wind of a blast coming his way.
Dropping cargo, he crawls to a crack just in time.
Categories:
stockpiling, 11th grade, butterfly, insect,
Form:
Narrative
What has happened to society?
Oh how I miss the olden days
When people helped everyone else
Now no-one does anything for nothing
People are just out for themselves
I remember the close-knit communities
Doing favours for one another
When young people had respect
For their father and their mother
It breaks my heart to think about
How much times have changed
Family-life a thing of the past
And kin-folk are estranged
The world is in the grip of a virus
And common sense is a thing of the past
People stockpiling goods whether needed or not
Spaces on supermarket shelves are vast
I'd like to say to panic-buyers
Filled with selfishness and greed
Please stop for a minute and think
Of the elderly and vulnerable in need
Only buy as much as you need
And leave food for everyone else
Consider other people's needs
And stop just thinking about yourself
Let us all be more considerate
And caring about our fellow man
Look out for one another
And cope the best that we can
©Jenny LInsel 2020
Categories:
stockpiling, society,
Form:
Rhyme
janice woke up off the game
there was no other way of looking at it
one second she was an upstanding citizen &
a productive member of society,
passing every day in the hospital doing her
doctor thing,
after years of grueling medical school &
years of residency,
she spent her time helping others,
she was one of those people whom other put their
hopes in &
she was a good little wife
loyal to her husband regardless of what he did &
she made dinner despite being on call at the hospital
she still found time to get to the gym
she still found time to be all that she could
in developing an early young couple’s life---
she was a good daughter,
even though she always had to listen to her mother say
that she thought she’d have grandchildren by now &
though janice always called,
her mother never ceased to ask if she was gaining weight---
she loved her father, even though he lived in a different state,
so she made the calls to him as well &
visited at least once a year,
giving hugs to his new main squeeze,
commenting favorably on his new life &
new accomplishments---
stockpiling her funds to move from the apartment to the
house,
reading those books that are supposed to help with child rearing &
hinting to the husband every now & then
about when will be a good time to start,
as her clock, she says, is always ticking---
one of her college roommates introduced her to the music of
tom waits years before &
when she fell in love with the man’s unique blend of melancholia +
insanity,
she memorized the words of “Frank’s Wild Years,”
and these were what she recited while she
filled her husband’s head with nails
freshly shot from the Hitachi NT50AE2 18-Gauge that she
bought---after doing so,
she gave up medical school, helping people in general &
being a good little girl.
Categories:
stockpiling, life, husband, people, time,
Form:
Free verse
the megajails are coming &
with them, the richest country in the world which
without any irony whatsoever,
continues to lock up the largest percentage of its own citizens in the world &
then throws away the key,
hoping to never hear from the incarcerated again---
as the population of prisoners in this country swells,
revenue increases,
brought in by the building of prisons &
the stockpiling of
inmates---
and at present, most stand with hands supposedly tied,
watching the wicked weave their web.
in 2007 alone,
“the bureau of prisons budgeted $5 billion dollars for
182,000 federal inmates”---
that is well below the proposed $30+ billion that is spent a year
on prisons in the US,
and so there is a “prison market,”
one in which
private companies to sink their teeth into
everything from the need for cells ($14,000-$18,000 a piece)
to modernized & specialized security devices ($1.5 billion dollar market) &
if you are really interested, you have the moola, and you’re an aspiring
entrepreneur,
you can attend the annual
American Correctional Association convention
(the next one is in january, the 20th-25th in phoenix, arizona)
where every new gadget to make imprisoning people in this country
easier & more profitable for those interested
can be viewed, tried out, etc.---
it is like an electronics convention for
oppressors.
Categories:
stockpiling, life, world,
Form:
Free verse
As a child, men of science warned me
about the coming of a second ice age.
They flashed pictures of stomping mastodon
hungry saber tooth cats
and giant sloths with enormous claws.
I listened closely and was frightened
but I was all in and took quick action.
I learned how to build an igloo
by stuffing snow into hollow plastic blocks.
I sharpened the end of dozens of sticks
to battle the giant cats and mastodon.
Now, Bill Nye, Mr. Gore and Hanoi Jane
are warning me of imminent global warming
and biblical flooding rarely seen.
I'm taking them seriously.
So, I'm stockpiling tuna fish, beer and seed.
and building a tiny arc just for three
as I'll never have two of everything.
There's only the cat, an olive-eyed dove and me.
Categories:
stockpiling, fun, snow, sun,
Form:
Free verse