Best Talkie Poems
I reveal these words to the American,
who has the right to pardon this page,
while the whole world's getting out of hand,
as the evils of revelations rage,
Why's the US helping foreign lands?
when it can't get a grip on it's own,
If they intend to make any future plans...
why not start right here at home?
It's nobody's right to invade anywhere;
there's no serious threat here at home,
so send the officials whom send our troops there..
and on the front line with a cell phone,
Yea! parachute them in with a baseball bat,
a cell phone and a roll of duct tape,
One they get to where imposing minds are at...
they can put on their superman cape,
Or, drug them and issue them a used baseball bat,
a walkie talkie and a catchers mitt...
Once they realize where and the heck they're at,
there's a chance they'll resign or quit,
And pardon me if you don' t feel the same,
or believe "just"...........as I do,
but those thousands of humans killed and maimed...
continue growing in numbers too.
Categories:
talkie, death, funny, passion, peace,
Form:
Free verse
There once was a Highlander Jockey
Like his stallion, brazen and cocky
Sorry for being coarse
I am hung like my horse
So boastful, and all walkie talkie
* Written 20/05/14 *
Categories:
talkie, animal, funny, sports,
Form:
Limerick
Grandpa's famous venison beer chili the night before
He's no longer with us but was a man everyone would adore
Like other holidays filled with family traditions for so many so is deer hunting season
Everyone is welcome so take a stop by camp for a visit, you don't need a reason
Everyone is prepared and has sighted in their gun
Even that in itself with safety in mind can be loads of fun
Blinds are all ready,everyone's been baiting in advance
The woods are so beautiful at first glance
Wake up to grandpa saying "top of the morning to ya,daylight in the swamp" music to our ears
Time to start getting ready for our chance at taking down a deer
Quick breakfast and coffee as we get ready
Hopefully you don't get buck fever and hold your gun steady
Bundle up in all our warm gear to head out into the crisp morning air
Anticipating what will come and the stories we'll have to share
Take a brief break for lunch before heading back out
Over the walkie talkie "I shot a 7 pointer" you hear grandpa shout
No need to track it, dropped dead in its tracks
Go lend a hand to help haul it back
That night we share stories,venison jerky and a celebratory drink
Dad's watching from heaven with a smile and a wink
This season is about so much more then just shooting a deer
Giving thanks honoring your kill and traditions surrounded by great food and company, it's one of the best times of the year
Categories:
talkie, family, memory, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
There are so many joys in life.
But one of the biggest joys is when
a particular person not only touches your heart,
but your entire being.
Its like we can finally be ourselves
and being ourselves is very freeing,
Its like we are truly living.
When you find this person,
be sure to let that person know
that they're your number one priority.
Remember this persons heart
has been looking for you heart it's whole life.
Yes things got in the way,
but it was our hearts,
that is always determined.
Even when our bodies wanted to give up,
because the way things looked
though our natural eyes .
The only way to find true love,
is to treat your heart like a walkie talkie,
that is looking for the perfect signal
on the right heart.
The static you sometimes hear,
is life getting in the way.
But when the signal is clear,
you will know it because their voices ,
will sound like music to your ears.
And their always on your mind
from the moment you wake up,
to the time you close your eyes.
Categories:
talkie, happiness, love,
Form:
Romanticism
I'm just a Soldier in his Camouflage
In the Mirror of the Mirage
Chameleon to envious enemies Onslaughts
They in the Image of Decepticons
Why I listen in on the Intercom
Walkie Talkie till the Image of the Affiliates Collage
Nightvision goggs I can see they Militants in the Fog
Not knowing they walking into planted land mine full of Bombs
With Grenades in my Palms
Stake outs in the Night to Dawn
Why I'm concealed looking from the Pond
In the trees with Ninja Stars
With a few Ninjas with Swords over they Arms
I pray to GOD for Victory an then I kiss my Charm
Then I put my dog tag back under my Thermal
Eyes filled with Inferno
That burns Eternal
I sit in the tree lookin at the stars an write in my Journal
To me it's Business and it's Personal
Categories:
talkie, imagery, soldier, symbolism,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
(More Pun-ishment)
The difference between a Fine and a Tax
is really easy to tell!
A Fine is a tax, for doing wrong!
A Tax is a fine, for doing well!
If life gives you lemons, make lemonade,
I once heard someone say.
Find someone whose life gave them, Vodka'
then you two can party, the rest of the day!
"What's the purpose of Raindeer"?
He thought that question was funny!
He answered her, as best he could,
"It makes the grass grow, Honey"!
What Disney movie is about a stupid boyfriend?
Does anybody know?
Sorry people, your time is up!
The answer, of course, is "Dum-bo"!*
What's the longest piece of furniture in the world?
Please, answer if you're able!
You can go to the head of the class,
if you said - The Multiplication table!
If a Parrott is crossed, with a Centipede,
what would we get in the end?
The result,very simply stated,
is a "Walkie-Talkie", my friend!
A bullet stuck in a tree with no leaves,
would be difficult to see!
In any event, you would have to admit,
it's "a cartridge in a bare tree"!
What would you call a Rabbit with fleas?
Which wouldn't be all that funny!
I don't know about you folks,
but I would call him "Bugs Bunny"!
(*Dum-bo = Dumb Beau)
Categories:
talkie, funny, life,
Form:
Rhyme
A Psychiatric doctor poked and prodded in my head..
I was all screwed up, I think; he said…?
Was it because I claimed to see “purple elephants“?
Who amazingly did some acrobatic stunts?
The “doc” looked at me and shook his “mind”
I wasn’t listening, I was counting sticks; on the blinds..
He told me to lay down and all I heard was a “walkie talkie”
My mouth was racing before my brain, speaking jabberwocky.
The “doc” employed me to start a “wellness Plan”
On the ceiling; there were a hundred dots seemingly well spanned.
The “doc” read me the “itinerary” of this “technique” to apprehend...
I looked at him and my mind dawdled and couldn’t comprehend..
His “philanthropic” approach did not make me feel at ease..
I wanted to ride on the “purple elephants” and away I would leave!
The tick and the tock are never far asunder..
All the noises in the room sounding more like thunder….
“He” states now this hour is adjourned..
The dour doc pencils another “appointment” with the look of discern.
Categories:
talkie, funnyme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Listen to the gossip of the rain,
dancing on my windows and jumping on the pavement,
thrumming and battering on the roofs,
plays a little sleep-song on my roof at night,
when it hits the ground, becomes a rivulet.
Listen to the rain falling from the sky,
tracks blending into the fresh sky-fallen trickles,
crackle dry verandah like an old walkie-talkie coming to life,
beat the panes like timorous wings,
and quench our endless thirst.
Listen to the pouring rain,
pouring from dark skies,
crashed deafeningly on the corrugated metal roof,
fell down constantly like an endless bucket of water being
poured down from the heaven,
sounds like the heavens are knocking on my door,
droplets thrashed at the ground, with ferocity matchless,
beat upon my heads with silver liquid drops.
Categories:
talkie, adventure, animal, beautiful, bird,
Form:
ABC
There are so many joys in life.
But one of the biggest joys is when
a particular person not only touches your heart,
but your entire being.
Its like we can finally be ourselves
and being ourselves is very freeing,
Its like we are truly living.
When you find this person,
be sure to let that person know
that they are your number one priority.
Remember this persons heart
has been looking for you heart it's whole life.
Yes things get in the way,
but your heart was always determined.
Even when our bodies wanted to give up,
because the way things looked though our natural eyes .
The only way to find true love,
is to treat your heart like a walkie talkie,
that is looking for the perfect signal
on the right heart.
The static you sometimes hear,
is life getting in the way.
But when the signal is clear,
you will know it because ,
their voice will sound like music to your ears.
So their on your mind from the moment you wake up,
to the time you close your eyes.
Categories:
talkie, love,
Form:
Free verse
Hey, mister Rent-a-cop,
did you see what she just did?
Oh, sleeping on the job again
are we now
Family ties is always good to have I see,
so I suggest you better go
lay the store law down
Lifting from the shop
is an everyday crime
Put the candy bar away,
and chase after the stolen items
Don’t let no freckle faced pigtails
get the best of you
Don’t let a twelve-year-old
get you in the I’m-with-Stupid news
Why are you still fooling around
tying your shoes?
Why is your walkie-talkie
still on a snooze?
You gotta be kidding me,
mister Police Academy wannabe
I didn’t know
everything in the store
was for free
Categories:
talkie, funny, humor, parody, satire,
Form:
Light Verse
I seem to have forgotten
the purpose of civilization
we are to animals
as animals are to a basket of forks
C.J. Jung as the UFO pilot
in "Freud Attacks" a talkie
a flaming romp through the hubs of hell
hI kids it’s time for potty training
let's rent a car and take refuge
on the runaway truck ramp
I reached for the emergency brake
got a box of cigars instead
one of the 7 Psychological Wonders
the six others are too hideous to mention
I think we'll need subtitles for this movie
10,000 years of metaphysical illumination
and it's still all work and no play
Where might we find the Way of Fun
although when the black and white keys
all sound at once it still makes me wonder
like tearing your clothes off
at a funeral and jumping on the casket
screaming I've always been ready
OK that's death wish Wonder number 2
apparently life is not a symbol for something else
sponge my brow nurse this is delicate
but is it a subset of something else
as a catalyst to sensation
that's the appetite monster Wonder 3
mom made voodoo dolls from my ****
art is the candle in the skull
I have the power of death she moaned
where language is used to annihilate language
using words as an accusing narcotic
in the holy 4th Wonder of guilt for all things
a lot of ifs in there searching for what's next
tinfoil helmets will be issued
for the car bomb inferno
of the internal saboteur Wonder 5
next a blank diploma emeritus
from the Wewelsburg Engram University
a knife in the Oedipal eye Wonder 6
needless to say the Clinic of Doom
quickly ran out of volunteers
needless to say my chromosomes
cringe under their bed
awaiting a wonderful martyrdom
how did we become radio transparent
and make bargains with man-beasts
I guess a person is as smart
as they want to be
rather than as they need to be
the aid of uncopied ideas never hurts
the act of abstraction is child's play
I feel it my duty to tell you
you can do it in your sleep
but yesterday is gone for good
mourning and loss leave behind
a bed of fragments from Wonder 7
a person incapable of introspection
is a total failure as a human
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Categories:
talkie, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
at the mission in the Bowery
when the addict comes in at night
they are ushered through electronic doors that
slam shut like a prison
echoing down the hall &
with few people on staff
they make their rounds in the greater part of the shelter
with walkie-talkies hooked to them
but no weapons or defense tools of any kind
which might allow for those spending their evenings
cleaning the laundry of the homeless &
taking care to the best of their ability
of those that the rest of society has left to die
in the garbage bin that is the piss ridden street---
in the emergency room
where those that walk straight off the street are allowed to
keep shelter,
but only shelter,
they need not even give their names &
they are not hassled by the help---
they remain huddled together
nodding off in a stupor
with the staff checking on this specific room
every 15 minutes
with the hope that no one has drifted off to an overdose---
those with the walkies also have a needle on them at all times
which contains a good dose of adrenaline &
after gratuitous exercises upon being hired,
of shoving the needle into a ripe orange
over & over
(as if this is supposed to prepare you for shoving it in a human being
who has just overdosed),
they are told to be on the ready
for such a moment to arise
when they will need to use it---
upon entering the emergency room,
those who have come in off the streets often,
having no respect for those with jobs & lives that
they can no longer even imagine, or perhaps from a greater disdain for
society as a whole,
they often ridicule the help,
cursing at them,
maybe not even conscious that they are doing so &
it is all in a night’s work to ignore or tolerate these insults
to the best of one’s ability
in hope that they are not struck or physically attacked
because an adrenaline needle & a walkie-talkie
isn’t going to stop someone who has nothing left in the world but
rage.
Categories:
talkie, life, hope,
Form:
Free verse
I am an elementary school counselor.
Everyone else shuns the sixth graders, they are my pals.
They are the ones I know the best, we have the same humor.
We laugh at the same raunchy jokes,
Although some I have to pretend I do not hear.
I like my day, it is so much fun; every day different.
I glide through it, laughing and playing, in a child-like, happy way.
Until I get a phone call or emergency text from Room 145Z.
Laughter stops. My smile runs off and hides in a corner.
I pretend to be sick, running for the bathroom, clutching my mouth.
I have a walkie talkie. I get paged six ways to enlightenment.
My boss comes to find me; she is the principal. I have to go.
Jumping off a cliff into a murder of crows being killed by wolves
would be more desirable.
I open the door and enter.
They are all over the place, screaming and yelling.
Under tables, screeching and snarling. Spitting and kicking.
"Thank you! " the teacher says. "I will be right back."
Six or seven come up to me and tug on my clothes.
I use the kindest softest voice I have ever mustered.
Two run off screaming and crying because I hurt their feelings.
Sixteen run up to tattle on others.
One pulls my hair to see if it is red all the way to the root.
Another throws up on my shirt.
I have been here what, two hours?
I look at the clock.
Where is she?
She comes running back in. "Thank you!" she says. "I really had to go."
I'll say.
She was gone two minutes.
I am terrified of room 145Z, the kindergarten class.
Categories:
talkie, fun, hilarious, humor, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Black Ops
Tex Lester and his sidekick Lumpy Bascom
wiggled down the arroyo on their bellies
to better observe a latifundista trouble spot
too hot to touch so they tap danced instead
Lumpy grabbed the walkie talkie and said
hey my turn to change the channels
Tex said OK Lumpy said here goes
your eyelids are turning transparent
every lock has a key but some are kinda rusty
it was an irreducible problem
on a sliding scale as usual
nothing so precious as a mind
overcoming its own psychosis
nothing so dangerous so revealing
what makes potential seem immediate
who can have infinite protection
working yourself to exhaustion can help
if you are an original sin Catholic
it has been 7 seconds since my last confession
contusions from the infant cradle
held to the sky in blessing
but the fields always droop and wither
and we always have the rest of our lives
the latifundista was under attack
by an army of particulars
bringing the guilty to the book
when they go apoplectic it usually means
there's a turd in the butter dish
at this point grab life by the ass
a balm for the paranoid shakes
or life's analog of the Virgin Mary
offering her writhing body to lepers
entering heaven in her bent Bentley
while the rebels arouse themselves
as her personal representative
no keener mortal praise exists
except by her blind biographers
and their company of war chariots
our task is to mend civilization
without getting our balls shot off
but at my age it's an empty threat
funny you don't see many
geriatric suicide bombers
a relic from grandma's day
where tradition was not the joke
it is today unless it is a
tradition of mockery
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
http://tinyurl.com/nhfk6dr
Categories:
talkie, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
A coworker and I stand
along a lone Nebraska highway
far from home.
I stand on one end
of a work zone-
a co-worker stands
on the other
communication by walkie talkie
to direct traffic
as it comes and goes.
A road that’s broken
must be made whole
as life bubbles forth
from underground streams
in an unfamiliar place.
Work inches forward
until the sun bleeds
into the sky
when night conversations
friendships are sought
in each other
as we ponder
our time and place
and a light in the parking lot
shines like the moon.
March 19, 2023
Categories:
talkie, allegory, appreciation, friendship, nature,
Form:
Verse