Best Strang Poems


Old Beans

OLD BEANS 

Differences make strang bedfellows ewe listen to the mee old bean old bean 
rhymes with caviar behind the bar the windows closed the lights are low no one 
is bandying about the place just mee and ewe and no disgrace in love and 
kisses sweeter two of them are mine one of them for ewe so sweetly planted by 
the ewe on hands so roughened by the tasks of mee and used just to survive for 
ewe the one eye have for ewe is Christmas wine so sweetly given and will last a 
Christmas missing as eye rhyme a thought for ewe 
OLD BEANS 
Green Bean Old Bean Old Man 
Lima Bean Young Bean Old Woman 
Can beans Gone Beans Young Love 
Love Beans Kiss Beans We Beans 
Heart Beans Heart Beans Love 
This is Christmas Poem for my Flower done. 
 
           
 
 
 OLD BEANS
Categories: strang, love, science fiction, wife,
Form: Free verse

Helen Keller

Helen Keller 
Helen Keller 
 
 
88 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 

 This is what eye remember about the MOVIE of course eye never knoe her. She 
was moving constantly moving at least the actress who was portraying her but to 
a boy it WAS her it seemed so heart wrenching a thing to just be blind there is a 
SCHOOL for THEM they do not function in the real world and there she was big 
as life the boy in my had that CRUSH upon her from the instant eye saw her it 
was strang puppy love. Winner of the 1960 Tony Award for Best Play, “The Miracle 
Worker” tells the incredible story of Helen Keller, a young woman trapped in a 
world of silence and darkness. Deaf, blind, and mute, with no way to 
communicate, she fought anyone who tried to help her with an intense, furious 
desperation. Then Annie Sullivan came. A strong, determined, half-blind woman 
fueled by her troubled past, she began the daunting struggle to reach Helen and 
bring her into the world at last. She was so pretty in an odd sort of way swaying to 
the tune of musick only she could see and hear the idea that she tried to 
overcome her handicap and live was so nice to this little undergod. YThis semi-
sequel to William Gibson's The Miracle Worker recounts the early adult years of 
the profoundly handicapped but brilliant Helen Keller. Helen, played by Mare 
Winningham, enters college, with her friend and mentor Annie Sullivan Macy 
(Blythe Danner) by her side. As Helen's international fame grows, she must 
withstand the pressures of those who'd treat her as a freak rather than a human 
being as well as Annie's near-strident demands that she excel at everything. The 
multi-faceted Ms. Keller lived too much of a life to be squeezed into a mere two-
hour running time; the script betrays the strain of trying to show us more than it's 
able by wrapping up everything in a hurried, unsatisfying conclusion. see part two 
ED.NOTE
Categories: strang, history, imagination, life, love,
Form: Prose Poetry

The Watcher

The Watcher 
The Watcher 
When the seventeen men neared the end of the bridge only one remained in 
sight all the others were lost in the shadow from the moonlight. He was dressed 
in tattered cloth; homespun gray, and eaten by the moth of strang decay 

“No livery”,  He cried  “no making strides in death”  “my life has ended on this 
bridge?” 
There is a plaque in place to mark this day it says on 

The Plaque 

 Friday June 13, 1864 PFC Dreardon Age 14 was marking time in a prisoner 
exchange at BENTON creek when he was shot by Federal Forces. The miniball 
penetrated his left sleeve and took off his arm. He bled to death. 
His body was torn and bleeding so forlorn the tatters of his homespun sleeve 
stayed hung upon his stump of arm there. 
War is something no one cares for Mr. Sherman. 
MOFW 1964, June 13 Commerative 

The watcher was on the water making footprints on the surface when the Federal 
Forces under Sherwood marched into the History. He seldom interferes with 
history but makes the markers seem to be the truth. He saw the miniball tear off 
the soldiers sleeve the man had been a prisoner just released this crime is not 
unpunished the man that pulled the trigger is lying in the river at the Watchers 
feet. The Watcher broke his prime directive and almost gleefully erected the 
YANKEE soldier in the mud. 
A Watcher is no more A Watcher for when he acted he lost his power over water 
and he stands upon the battlements no longer but He is tearless in his vigil of 
the bridge. 
Every Friday on the 13th of the Month of JUNE of every year that has its ending in 
a FOUR, he gives a shudder of relief certain that his judgment has not been 
ignored. 
The rebel soldier gives a rebel yell and leaves the bridge. 
The Yankee minion that has shot him just turns over once and lies back in the 
mud. For this is judgment. 
The Watcher roars.
Categories: strang, education, faith, imagination, mystery,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry


Livin In Da Shuffle

Chicken wang, chicken wang
Just hangin with my homies...
Eatin some baloney

Freaky thang, freaky thang
Just hangin with my groupie
Eatin something fruited

Orangutan, orangutan
Just hangin in da jungle
Try in a make a hustle

Shake that thang, shake that thang
Just playin with tha maracas 
Tryina make a dolla

Band that thang, bang that thang
Just bangin on tha bongos 
Tryina do da Kongo

Swang that thang, swang that thang 
Just like a shoe strang 
Eatin me some noodles
Tryina train a poodle
Categories: strang, funny, humorous, irony,
Form:

The Apple Tree Greed

the apple tree greed 
the apple tree greed 

he has an apple a green apple 
he is the only person in this room 
with a green apple 
suppose suppose NOW 
he has MORE of those at home 
WHY he has a GREEN APPLE tree 
In his backyard no WAIT 
He has a vineyard behind his chapeau 
And he makes green apple wine 
And he sells it to the BOONES FARM people 
And they make BOONES FARM green apple wine 
And the whole city is soon sick 
The children ralf and barf and ralf again 
There is no more end to the men 
Drinking all the green apple wine 
To make this ONE person rich 
He never offered me any of his wine 
Eyes never drink of alcoholic beverage 
Eye have juices and tea and a soda please 
I'm just full of good intentions 
Picking green apples in my mind and eating way too many 
Having a green apple with mye lunch of poetical decay 
WAIT he left and YES he took the green apple core with him 
Not leaving me a bite not wanting me to taste the pleasure 
of his mite. Why eye understand him greedy is his name 
the green apple hoarder has so many apples now his wine cellar is so full and 
his larders aer so rich he does save the stems and seeds to plant again in 
ground so rich and he chews on this green apple while he watches MTV in 
selfish hedonistacal revenge while eye have no green apple stuck between my 
teeth OH bliss oh strang decay my teeth at least aer happier today he took the 
core away he left me all alone im appleless today im happier to say no song is 
being sung of little apples of the green variety been hung oh see the tree how big 
its grown the apples have been lost too long and they fall in misery from 
branches of decay to rot to rot to rot upon the vineyard floor there is no apple wine 
no more the green variety is gone they drink it only read and red is the color of the 
wine in cups so full of color there in plates so heaped of agony with applesauces 
vailiantly piled higher then the sky.
Categories: strang, funny, introspection, nature, science
Form: Free verse

04-22-18 - a Haiku Anthology

mallards... a pair
koi carp can't compete... duck feet
strang orange shapes
~
sunshine... summertime
fickle spring... climate changing
muted cuckoos
~
Jenny wren... begging
let summer have its way
seasons confound spring
~
first orange tip
fluttered by... seeking partners
tortoiseshell denied
~
sloe... blackthorn blossoms
cover branches... bumper crop
sloe gin... matures
~
the rose of love... red
a plantation... perfumed peace
goodwill offerings
~
small cabbage white...
large cabbage white... survivors
man persecutes all
~
badger road kills... lies...
badger baiting kill... no thought
chucked onto roads
~
the gardening
red squirrels... setting acorns
galleons can thank
~
a twinkle... a star
no... the magic in your eyes
casting true love spells
~
the smell of cut grass
tossed... laid out to dry... fodder
winter sustenance
~
the wolf calls... howling...
you will not hear one cry
only man cries wolf

saffron... stamens
a tasty orange surprise
sunshine on a plate 
~
why do we cut grass
clip our hedges... keep them neat
habitat destroyed
~
a speckled wood
dappled shadows dancing
no... a butterfly
~
kew gardens... flora
dandelions... speedwell... moss...
natures eye candy
~
leaf cutter bees
slugs... snails... caterpillars...
unpaid gardeners
~
tulips fading... done
bluebells charming... chiming on
grateful are the bees
~
koi carp now feeding
mallard ducks most welcomed
a pond to ponder
~
pond skaters... a joy...
blackbird bathing... pigeon drinks
hark... a dusk solo
~
darkness enhanced
glowworms... fireflies... fairies
natural raves... fun
~
dive into the depths
swim with dolphin... surf the waves
sunset calling time
~
kelp forest... waves...
syncronised perfection...
fry sanctuary...
Categories: strang, nature,
Form: Haiku


128

128 
128 
 
 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
UnderwaterLover 

 I do love you Charlie Blue My brown eyed merman I kiss your hand Down by the 
sea Turn into me Eye love ewe fairest Ianthe just come there and drown me We 
live in caves Awash with waves Anemones our flowers We pass the hours 
Chasing turtle and fish Finding a lost kiss the hours at the sea make me weak in 
my human form my fins allow me to swim but only to your arms the legs eye use 
to walk allow me to be free but only fins can bring my back to ewe to kiss to 
drown the underwater lover there she is my mermaid playing me I do love you 
like the fish eye am used to better days sometimes sick and needing help yet I 
do love you the merman is so far away When eye drown in the desert cactus 
between the city and the mountain my mermaid kisses save me from the cretins 
she is fighting for my life eye can feel her call my namme Charlie Blue I do love 
you. Woman in the foamy waves 
swimming near to me, my love it comes. It is a heart, a mermaids heart. My 
brown eyed merman I do love you eye love to watch the shrim:Pe crawl across 
the ocean sea she feeds them to her strang pelican and water can be breathed 
by a Knight of drownded love. This was harder to do than it looks adding verses 
sent to me from she who loves the eye then reaching somewhere south to find 
the love to add the words to add our mixed and many feelings making this into 
this fabel.
Categories: strang, art, dedication, family, love,
Form: Prose Poetry

Upon Your Shore

Ma boatie sailed ower the mist covered sea,
I searched an sought for your hidden shore,
Shrouded in mist frae ma searching eye.
You left in a red mist o yer makin,
Stormin aff afore ah could stoap yer flight,
Heid strang defiant an unco deaf tae protestations,
Awa back tae yer hame doon by the wild sea,
Broodin an frettin yer wrath ready tae explode,
Watchin the mist conseal yer shore.
Selkies an sirens kept silent at nicht,
Feart o yer mad writhings an screams,
Even the Coileach hid hersell away ,
In daurk caves inside o hills and bogs.
They were loast in the wids,
Whaur only fae Ghillie could see them oot.
Doon rushing burns kelpies would scream,
Rending the nicht to quiver an moan,
Whaur travellers wid shiver in tavern rooms.
Ah heard the moans an gripes in the mist
As at last ah fund yer shore wi smooth saun,
Whaur ah beeched  ma little boatie,
Unner the licht o a bricht shining moon.
Upon yer shore ah staun an cast a look
Ower the saun toward yer hame,
An wunner if ah was tae blame.
Yer loast tae me forever in time,
Ne,er again will ah call ye mine.

Andrew mcintyre.   28/12/2020.
Categories: strang, boat, confusion, girlfriend, lost
Form: Dramatic Monologue

Baby I'Ll Be Home Soon

for you my soul burn
promise I will return
tho am in a strang land
your love my band
your my day night and moon
BABY I'LL
BE HOME SOON
Categories: strang, adventure, happiness,
Form: Light Verse

F51part Two

Show me what eye must do now? Just believe in Jesus and see the miracle of 
life. Eye took Hitler in the air with me flying is not hard when made of Titanium 
steel and brass rod. There is a small town in Arkansas and eye took the Fuhrer 
there and placed him with a Family the woman and the boys. He lived there until 
1963 and was buried in the cemetery south of town near Morrilton and the five 
mile creek. The grave stone says Milton Stone upon it and Mrs. Stone was never 
home she always worked three shifts at the cotton gin to make a house into a 
home for her boys and her strang guest. Eye chose to call him Milton Stone. He 
sat most days upon the porch and rocked there back and forth like any self 
appointed guardian of boys. He was so thankful to escape the Air Patrol. The bits 
and pieces of the parts of Hitler that they found was only just a long stray dog eye 
found and let him follow me into the pit the bombers hit the android eye was 
rocked a bit and the poor stray looked up at me in wounded horror but the teeth 
looked enough like the Hitler to fool the German Officers. Jesus saves one hard 
hearted android and the Fuhrer from a early grave. Adolf Hitler is Born - April 20, 
1889 Milton Stone was buried April 20, 1965. He stared hard at me one day when 
eye rode down the highway in a car in my human form he did not wave but he 
knew that it was eye. He was full of lemonade and fish the day he died he was 
76.
Categories: strang, imagination, mystery, natural disasters,
Form: Prose Poetry

Seventy1

Seventy1
CharlaXPFable
CharlaXFables
A Rose by any other namme shall smell as sweet to mee as ewe.
Jesus paid the sacrifice the aritifice of life became the death of me to give me 
back the life eye gave away for him to follow him is to find it all again the words 
men speak if allowed to brew would make them dead to make them blow to just 
explode the air then turning into chamber pots of full. Love can be a sacrifice a 
very strang surprise a hurried meal a quick repast that lasts all day and then 
some into the night making merry just for heart. The dead weight of most people 
would cause the air ship the alien crafted vessel that eye ride in to tip over and 
the eye would fall out all over the place. Love can be a pillow cold on one side 
and warm to face. The avid reader can imagine this. Head stopped up with 
saving grace the pain inside stops sleep from come.
Then the pillow turned the face pressed up into the cold the wonderful stopping 
of the pain the added comfort of the pillow side out getting cold again then 
comes the time when the repeated effort is again applied oh the wonder of it oh 
the bliss of a cold pillow kiss. NEWS FLASHED before mye eye:
This is just in from NEO Pueblo when someone gets a message in a forum and 
the message sender sends it as a thank you and then adds a different picture 
than the one in his posted poem as way of illustration do ewe think they noticed it 
at all or is it just that it seems so strang to mee and would it be that they aer so 
obsessed with what they aer doing to jump up and dance on just one foot and 
yell and holler look what CHARLAX did he sent the wrong picture to the forum. 
Eye just deleted an accounting error it was a majoretted disappointed mess to 
me they always made fun of eye and mee and the way eye use my style to make 
a poem bleed the pain of being one so far ahead of time is priceless in the 
function of an android using lifetimes.
Categories: strang, confusion, introspection, social, visionary,
Form: Prose Poetry

Janet

Janet

I Was a Nurse in Vietnam,
Not Something I’d Recommend.
I Was Present So Many Times,
When a Soldier Met His End.

I Don’t Do Nursing Anymore,
And I Haven’t since Vietnam.
I Saw and Felt Too Much....
I Am Just Not Very Strong.

I Know There Were Quite a Few,
That Were Helped Because I Was There.
For this I Thank God Every Day,
I Hope They Know I Care.

I Would Sit and Read the Letters,
They Received from Home.
For Those That Got No Letter...
I Would Talk So They Didn’t Feel Alone.

That Fatal Day We Were Attacked,
I Just Kept Helping Those Men.
My Mind Kicked into Overdrive...
I Failed to Notice My Own End.

But I Remember it Was a Glorious Day,
When I Saw That Wall of Granite.
There Was My Name Carved in Stone.
 My Last name Hill and My First Name....Janet

Connie Moore
August 5, 2000
Strang, Ok. 74367
Categories: strang, soldier, war,
Form: Rhyme

Hanging Rock

Three Private school girls went missing at Hanging Rock
In 1900
An eerie tragic event
Enjoying a planned picnic
No one knew what was about to impend
Lunch finished, four girls and teacher 
Decided to explore
What happened was a whole lot more
Miranda, Edith, Irma and Ms Mc Craw 
Cannot describe what they saw.
In an unexplained event, 
All vanished into the rock
Except Edith, 
Edith returns to the group in complete shock
Hysterical and can’t detail what happened
But she knew it wasn’t imagined 
The surrounding town descends into chaos
The searchers will not give up
For their search for the lost.
Irma found unconscious but unharmed 
Strang things continued
It became a real issue
Withdrawn students, staff quitting unexpectedly 
All at the picnic had behaviour changes
It was progressively
School girl commits suicide
Headmistress jumps of Hanging Rock
Killing herself
What did they see, whatever it was
They kept it to themselves
Some believe Paranormal Activity occurred 
when the 1975 film premiered

 
clocks stopped at 12 pm, watches stopped at 6 pm, 
coincidental or cohered
Rabbit Hunters find frilled Calico at the rock, believed
To be Ms McCraw’s
With no other evidence
They all withdraw
None of the missing women wherever found
Hey search began from the ground
Still till this day, there is an eerie feeling up the top
The mystery of wonder 
Keeps us to ponder
Theories are they followed a lizard into a crack in the rock
(a hole in space), how could this be when there is 
No trace
It’s acknowledged the crack in the rock is a time warp
And they are in another dimension 
These myths leave you 
With apprehension 
Another is there was a large red cloud above the rock
They went up into it, vanished
So many different articles 
Published
They will never be found, this case will never be resolved
What is the truth
We will never know
Categories: strang, history,
Form: Rhyme

Obviously

OBVIOUSLY 
Obviously, the people who lived contemporary with dinosaurs were intelligent, 
and the footprints indicate that they were quite human as the large toe on 
primates is located closer to the heel to facilitate clinging to branches. 
    Doctor Hilton Hinderliter of Apollo Campus, Pennsylvania State University, 
studied the evidence presented at the Glen Rose, Texas, excavations and 
stated: "I would have to say that the belief in evolution is in a state of terminal 
illness but its death will only be admitted by a new generation of scientists 
whose minds have not been prejudiced by the type of education now prevalent in 
the nation's public schools, an education which starts with the belief that 
evolution has happened, which interprets all evidence according to that faith and 
which simply discards any evidence which cannot be fitted into the evolutionary 
framework' (Quoted with permission from Dinosaurs by Dr. Carl E. Baugh, 1987. 
Promise Publishing Co., Orange, CA92667). 
CHARLAX version 
Obviously these primates 
Are alcoholics because of the curvature of the toes the toes of a winoe curl up in 
his cowboy boots until his leather boots won't walk him anywhere this 
phenomenon is noted in the OVID manual as the winoe toe a rare medical 
condition known as poor old man syndrome. Some rare versions have been 
reported on the reservation as the Listerine syndrome this is because the 
Indians cannot use real alcohol as it costs real money so they shoplift large 
bottles of Listerine to get the WAMPUM going the winoes however have a 
problem getting money for more wine and so they panhandle it this is called 
panhandling. 
IN Better neighborhoods there is theft this is called stealing and it's done by 
everyone that drinks this is called alcoholism it is a very bad and strang disease. 
Thank you     Doctor Hilton Hinderliter for all your obverse reactionary 
observations. 
This is a recorded message recorded by the CharlaX one. This has been a 
recording. 
ARCHIVE  777. 
The_Poet_Republic
Categories: strang, funny, on work and
Form: Free verse

Subject: Bus Stop Crazies Today At 3:37 Pm

Subject: BUS STOP CRAZIES   Today at 3:37 pm      

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 
BUS STOP CRAZIES 
BUS STOP CRAZIES 

Glitter My Words 
First one: a man rolled a cigarette using a bummed paper. 
But he did not ask for any tobacco he was scrounging the leavings off the tarmac 
OH Yuckk it made me so happy that eye do not smoke. 
He reinforced my habit of no indulgence and made me appreciate the value of 
nonindulgence the boy seemed to me to be rolling stuff the pigeons was leaving 
behind laying there to fill his paper with there offerings there. 
The second one: was 
The second parting shot was this a man and his lady friend 
Just waiting for the bus he finished up his smoke 
And turned to her in time to see her doing a line of coke 
He said ON NO not in PUBLIC eye. 
She had hollowed out her eyebrow pencil to make it suck. 
She held her mirror up and pretended to do makeup. 
HE is lucky if he does not die of some strang disease from all of his tattoos. She 
will likely die of using coke too much. 
The third crazxie was: 
A man ??? A PERSON his pants was torn in such a manner to let people see 
when he is excited there can be no doubt he did it on the purpose his purpose 
being to get some excitement and even though eye seen no tobacco on him eye 
can say HE was smoking. 
These are my buss stop crazies today three persons and one user please.
Categories: strang, people, social, sympathy, urban,
Form: Free verse
Get a Premium Membership
Get more exposure for your poetry and more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Reflection on the Important Things

Member Area

My Admin
Profile and Settings
Edit My Poems
Edit My Quotes
Edit My Short Stories
Edit My Articles
My Comments Inboxes
My Comments Outboxes
Soup Mail
Poetry Contests
Contest Results/Status
Followers
Poems of Poets I Follow
Friend Builder

Soup Social

Poetry Forum
New/Upcoming Features
The Wall
Soup Facebook Page
Who is Online
Link to Us

Member Poems

Poems - Top 100 New
Poems - Top 100 All-Time
Poems - Best
Poems - by Topic
Poems - New (All)
Poems - New (PM)
Poems - New by Poet
Poems - Read
Poems - Unread

Member Poets

Poets - Best New
Poets - New
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems Recent
Poets - Top 100 Community
Poets - Top 100 Contest

Famous Poems

Famous Poems - African American
Famous Poems - Best
Famous Poems - Classical
Famous Poems - English
Famous Poems - Haiku
Famous Poems - Love
Famous Poems - Short
Famous Poems - Top 100

Famous Poets

Famous Poets - Living
Famous Poets - Most Popular
Famous Poets - Top 100
Famous Poets - Best
Famous Poets - Women
Famous Poets - African American
Famous Poets - Beat
Famous Poets - Cinquain
Famous Poets - Classical
Famous Poets - English
Famous Poets - Haiku
Famous Poets - Hindi
Famous Poets - Jewish
Famous Poets - Love
Famous Poets - Metaphysical
Famous Poets - Modern
Famous Poets - Punjabi
Famous Poets - Romantic
Famous Poets - Spanish
Famous Poets - Suicidal
Famous Poets - Urdu
Famous Poets - War

Poetry Resources

Anagrams
Bible
Book Store
Character Counter
Cliché Finder
Poetry Clichés
Common Words
Copyright Information
Grammar
Grammar Checker
Homonym
Homophones
How to Write a Poem
Lyrics
Love Poem Generator
New Poetic Forms
Plagiarism Checker
Poetics
Poetry Art
Publishing
Random Word Generator
Spell Checker
Store
What is Good Poetry?
Word Counter