Best Straws Poems
Deprived of love and hope
She finds it hard to cope
Yearning to fill her empty bowl
To the devil she would sell her soul.
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Four Line Contest in Rhyme
Hosted by Silent One
Placed 2nd
Indeed there are many good poems, here in rhyme and in
Prose.' In Haiku and Senryu ' Acrostic; who knows.? Also
There are some who, write comments while 'holding their own
Nose' we can think what we want.' We can write as we will!
Should there be a directive.? If so let it be of truth drawn
And out of (good-will) is there censorship.? Among the body.?
Not the hosts of this site.' Egregious evil should be negated
That is only right.' Yet to bring air to a subject be it soiled
Laundry.? Or foul capers.? Is the first step to health that
Must be addressed.' On screen or paper.' Who works here
Art? In the bright blaze of light.' Who would illuminate minds?
Be it by day or by the night.? Has reality no bearing? Or currency
To some minds? ( I read of good intentions ) yet some of the writers may as well be blind.' No one admits to censoring
Yet to cancel.? Its seems is sublime.' Those indeed get to pardon
Their own short-sighted-ness' moving along one un-democratic block at
A time.'
Life is clutching at straws, childhood and school what can I do. Teens and dating,
mature one day. Jobs and working life, a nightmare from morning to night.
Family and friends betray you, hearts get broken along the way. Knight in shining armor, it just got tarnished.
I have gone through a box of straws, so now what do I do.
Date Written: 9/9/2020
Clutching at straws
That break
Metaphorically
The camels back
The waysides chaplen says
Bring back heroin
We can't control
Ice addicts
Years ago, the straws we used
Were paper ones, some striped.
Then plastic ones took over,
Since their sturdiness was hyped.
My grandkids love the bendy-types
In neon-colored hues,
Especially when from the box
Their favorites they can choose.
But it has been discovered
That these plastic straws pollute
And injure many animals
And human beings, to boot.
So Starbucks just announced that they
Won’t serve them anymore
And other corporations plan
To even up the score.
They’ll all revert to paper,
So old-fashioned and iconic;
Seems some “retro” things were better,
Which is just a bit ironic.
to convey my toughts
my feelings
expression to have you
to keep you by my side
with right by my side
Aint no shame saying
I need you
Look to you
when I need some one to care
we're together in every since
of the word
everything together
we share
two truest together
in love
something people
around the world envy
you are my everything
my all in all
take this ring and be my wife
look here Mister
you intruding on my
potential future
talking about us being together
yeah it's true
I am in love with you
think we get along
together
I'll take your ring
take you by the hand
together as lovers
I'll be your all in all
be your wife
yeah we can be
together
Quit joking around
be more stern
be my man
baby it's our concern
Be the man
I need you to be
every thing
should revolve around me
be my woman
put me first
I aint no lesson
for you to learn
let me be
what you need
together than we can succee.......................................
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From the Book Limestone, Gysumn and Bedrock...............
seven cups of pine needles
5 cups of orange peels
one half gallon of olive oil
one half gallon of vegatable oil
four hours in a slow cooker
strain and mix with
four cups of dish detergant.....
Snatching
straws
falling
tilting
precariously
through
notice
toward
doom
inverted
caricatures
of
marionettes
shine
& community
supports
& grips
divine
stumbling
wild
madness
shaking out
clean
time
& its
witness
upland
coarse.
Written: July 03, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Tribalism:
You break the rules
and become a renegade.
*
Do not know
any god. All the
deities were man-made
*
In dark, you
will recognize the faces
of unslept poems.
Satish Verma
Clutching at Straws
I clutched a straw
albeit
one for me
that is
quite more
than enough
for I be just
one
It skews
in my hand
caused by the
grasp of it
hope its
release beckons
a recall of
its former
self
Alas,
not nearly as
close but
far worse
for where it
bends was a
tear
So now
I'd be ready
this rarest
thing that I do
as I gingerly
grasped more
then all of the
straws
Clutching
them unbeknownst
to me hails a
slightly older
kid in need
of a
straw
Looks
puzzled at first
till his inner brows
met his nose
and the outer
rosed
up
Without
fail I replaced
all save one
in the empty
jar and slowly
began to
retreat
When
suddenly a
hand reached
from behind me
and yanked
the straw I
held
Defensive
training consumed
me as I roundhouse
kicked him to a
penitent
pose
Again
with a puzzled
and now dazed look
he returned to me
my unaffected
sturdy
straw
He
tells his
friends no
more will he
be grasping
at straws
there
Then
I turned
and grinned
imagined a lesson I
received for the result of
that moment I was
unlearnt in defense
and it had finished
adversely
against
me
2020 September 26
*2nd Place*
Clutching at Straws
~~Kai Michael Neumann
To now support his plastic cause
he complains about paper straws.
The paper ones we chuck away.
Plastic ones use day after day.
Holding the straw between our lips
we take our drink in little sips,
much healthier than gulp gulp gulp.
But paper soon turns back to pulp.
Those paper straws that we still see
were all made from a chopped down tree.
We must make efforts more and more
to sip a drink with plastic straw.
So let's support the plastic cause
and reject all those paper straws.
Sucking On Straws
I used to suck on nickels and dimes;
Metals tasted like saltine crackers
Swallowed a couple pennies many of times;
I just gag throw up like a method actor;
And now breaking the law guilty;
Throat raw, cut, torn, filthy;
I have a fetish;
For putting thing's in my mouth, I guess;
I swallowed a dime;
I ate some raw onions, picked livered possum,
YUM! so awesome
Teeth fell out,
From chewing on iron pipes;
Filthy rhyme breakings so many nutrients laws. . .
By swallowing any and everything's, ...Sucking on straws
by James Edward Lee
1/10/18
In the early light
I stole a spider's strand
From insect looms
In the fallen Eden by the back fence
Held it stretched
Between the pads of my peter pointers
The sun ran up and down it
As a tightrope walker
Wary of repose
As if pausing would mean a sticky end
At the hands of some arachnid foe
The old air
Harboured by hidden organs
Under ivory keyboard cage
Escaped in a silent stream
Through a flesh flute
Tore the cable into fragments
And a foreign wind caught them away
I found something in the thought
That a thread
Which might have borne a burden's weight
Eight hundred times its own
Could be fractured so irreparably
In one strategic blow
When I walk down fragile paths
Of silver spun glass
I remember your life was a tapestry
Woven with straws of silk
And straws of broken backs
Clutching at straws
in my increasingly
desperate world
turning slower by the day
just stops.
sitting across from each other
at what was once a comfortable table
in what was once a serene atmosphere
two individuals who were once so close
have now been drawn so far apart &
despite the amount of years they’ve been together &
despite all the experiences, the ups & downs,
the rollercoaster ride that was their relationship,
they now have nothing more to say to each other.
worse yet,
the time spent working & toiling away at keeping
each other afloat
has slowed them down, isolated them &
the friends that they had just a few years ago
have moved on, lost touch, or seemingly vanished---
neither of the parties at the table can remember the last time
that they went out & actually “had fun.”
tensions seem to stir from everywhere now &
backed up frustrations from years ago eat at the both of them,
so much so that they do their best not to be in the dwelling at
the same time anymore---
but without work to keep them busy or the children to occupy them
they pass the time the best that they can
trying to avoid arguments
trying to find some kind of happiness on their own.
this dinner “together” forces the tears &
the getting up from the table to get a tissue
does nothing to relieve the overall problem---
having grown older, s/he believes that there are no longer
any options available in this world &
that no matter how long you spend grasping at straws
you always come up empty---
best to just stay quiet.
you have many personalities inside your head
face full of lead but I'm still not dead
I need love I need you I
I am no more than a blade of grass
no more than a shell
cast out of the sea
no more
than a bird
in migrant flight
nor am I less
than a star whose light
penetrates infinity
yet last night
When a half spent moon
Lay on the bosom of heaven
And day's heat pressed down
The sides of mountain peaks
To squeeze the desert floor,
And all the world was weariness
Which the stars wept to see,
Boldly
A desert songster
Insolently free, joyously
Lifted melody
To the moon, and teasing a breeze
Into cooling the night
And drifting the yucca's perfume
Bringing heart's ease to me