Best Taming Poems
Someday I'll get this sonnet writing right.
Sure, I can count ten syllables and rhyme,
then set my flock of metaphors to flight
and spin ten-dollar words from time to time.
My tiger-words I train with chair in hand
and meter's whip. Good syntax I require,
true spelling, decent rhythm - I demand
they jump iambically through hoops of fire.
I seek out synonyms with sound appeal
plus apt alliteration and aplomb,
but end up sacrificing soul and feel -
it rhymes; poetically though, it's a bomb.
To touch the heart is something you can't teach;
a tiger in a cage - just out of reach.
written 5 Aug 2020
"OMLET"
or
"The Taming Of A Screwball"
cast of characters:
Julius Caesar
A Roman Teenaged Kid
A Roman Guard
Brutus
A bunch of Caesars Girlfriends
A bunch of Roman Senators
Julius picked up the violin and looked at the
kid. ""Et playdimus youdimus?"" he asked.
"Nonimus!" replied the kid. "Cousinimus Nero
playsimus."
"Ahhhh," sighed Julius. "Prodigimus bratimus."
Suddenly a guard ran in, waving his sword and
shouting, "Mightymus Ceasermus! Brutumus et comingus!"
Just then Brutus comes in, followed by a bunch
of drunk senators. All of Caesars girl friends
run offstage screaming in terror.
"Ahhhh--Friendimus Brutumus..."" Julius said,
putting his arm around Brutus' shoulder.
Brutus took out a dagger and promptly
thrusted it up Caesars bellybutton.
"Ahhhhhhh--Brutumus!"" Caesar repeated.
"Youdimus screwdimus meedimus."
curtain
(applause)
I took a brand new girlfriend to see ''The taming of the shrew''
She was a little apprehensive as we joined the queue
but I sensed that her humour, If anything was dry
and very soon her laughter, brought tears to her eyes.
If I be waspish, Best beware my sting
There's small choice in rotten apples, Were just her sort of thing
I'll not budge an inch and thereby hangs a tale
The bitter tongue of Katherine, How could such humour fail?
Petruchio I thank you, I whisper as we left the stalls
Escorting my date to the bathroom, To answer natures call.
Delighted when my date told me, Tonight had been a huge success
A useful thing for a man to know, When he's trying to impress.
Now its time for dinner, She is fancying Chinese
So I find that fancy restaurant , A gentleman trying to please
Then outside to the dance floor, Where we share the slowest dance
I hold her close as we move in tune, This is a fine night for romance .
The silver moon is shining accompanied by shimmering stars
We shared a kiss so tender in the front seat of my car .
I walked her to her front door and bade her a sweet goodnight
Being the perfect gentleman, Well mannered and polite .
She is now married to a friend of mine, They are happy and content
but she still remembers Shakespeare and the magic night we spent
So if you are looking for inspiration, Why not try a Shakespeare play
and like couples through the ages, You'll find he's just as magical today.
there's not a flower
can't grow wild
thrive neglected and ignored
but how much better
some can do when caged
tied to stakes
and pruned
their buds collected
to encourage growth
the sun, the rain, the earth
and care and harvesting
no less important
to renew the bloom.
Before mankind evolved on Earth
or mammals roamed the land
t’was only bugs and dinosaurs
that God had ever planned.
But monkeying around one day
he thought he’d have some fun
and made a man to pass his time,
thus mankind had begun.
But boredom overtook him
nothing changed within his land
so he thought I’ll make a creature
that I cannot understand.
That way I’ll be surprised each day
by how this creature plays
and my boredom will be over
and bring interest to my days.
He named this creature women
but he didn’t get it right
he forgot to give her reasons
why she wasn’t always right.
So God or Man or creatures
could not ever prove her wrong
and now universal language
shares in woman’s nagging tongue.
Its not that I’m complaining
cause it would be just in vain
and anyhow my ear holes
really couldn’t stand the pain.
But my God if you could ever
see your way to tame the shrew
then I’m sure that man would turn from her
and start to worship you!
Ivor G Davies
Husband
Thoughtful, Kind
Sharing, caring, loving
Committed, Solid, Unsure, Wavering
Wandering, Preening, Seeking
Lost, Confused
Wolf
"OMLET"
or
"The Taming Of A Screwball"
cast of characters:
Julius Caesar
A Roman Teenaged Kid
A Roman Guard
Brutus
A bunch of Caesars Girlfriends
A bunch of Roman Senators
Julius picked up the violin and looked at the
kid. ""Et playdimus youdimus?"" he asked.
"Nonimus!" replied the kid. "Cousinimus Nero
playsimus."
"Ahhhh," sighed Julius. "Prodigimus bratimus."
Suddenly a guard ran in, waving his sword and
shouting, "Mightymus Ceasermus! Brutumus et comingus!"
Just then Brutus comes in, followed by a bunch
of drunk senators. All of Caesars girl friends
run offstage screaming in terror.
"Ahhhh--Friendimus Brutumus..."" Julius said,
putting his arm around Brutus' shoulder.
Brutus took out a dagger and promptly
thrusted it up Caesars bellybutton.
"Ahhhhhhh--Brutumus!"" Caesar repeated.
"Youdimus screwdimus meedimus."
curtain
(applause)
© Ron Wilson
Light dims from fever of day …
bare as skin of fireflies’ touch
skating among petals strewn
from a breeze that wafts fragrance of stillness ~
Gazing at last tints of night
where stroll of life traverses
an inner odyssey, hushed…
until all creation binds
oneness of soil’s center, taming senses
~
©
7/7/7/10 (x2) Contest
Your words flow faster than your mind
Can decipher their impact
No Fetish
But, you are licking your own feet
Sucking your toes clean
For you think you are on higher ground
Above exerting discretion over the dialogue you utter
Censorship does not exist in your vocabulary
Your slippery tongue betrays you
For it knows no boundaries
Your foolishness is never-ending
Untamed as they are,
they only seek kind virgins
with a soft caress.
I stared the beast straight in the eyes,
Determined to change his wildish ways,
But he stared right back with viciousness;
Eyes unveiling a mind that’s wild and crazed.
As to our physical nature,
I was sorely overmatched;
His quickness and dexterity
Made him impossible for me to catch.
So I patiently watched him carefully;
Waiting for the time to be just right;
Hoping that when that instant came
I could overpower him with my might.
Just when it seemed that it might happen again,
I sprang upon him with surprise,
And wrestled him the best I could
Trying to ignore his pitiful cries.
It did not turn out well for me;
I could not tame the ominous beast.
I discovered that between the two of us,
My willpower was much the least.
As he ran off through the habitat,
Leaving quite the mess behind,
I was left to clean up the damages,
Trying to overcome matter with my mind.
I guess that I’m not up to the task,
Though give it my best I truly did;
It was then that I reached the conclusion:
His mom can potty train this kid!
when younger & full of life,
idealistic with fist in the air,
hell bent on changing the world
with a communicative heart
whose capacity to give &
care for those around her/him
seemed without need to ever
replenish,
the thought that an institution
whose front seemed to be legit,
whose will to instill knowledge in
the population of those willing
seemed pure & true,
never seemed to register.
so onto college went the aspiring
world-changer,
doing all they could to study hard
to be involved in the community
to picket when needed, to protest
when driven, and on and on went
the wonderful world of
hope,
until
graduation.
now the taming came when the
bills started to clock in,
for the job promised by the admin
staff in the human resources dept.
at the college,
just wasn’t there, when the student
got out,
so the scramble to climb back up the
tree trunk,
in order to get back in that academic
nest,
began---
but this time, the stress of life on the outside
forced the individual to be scrapping for a
way to pay the rent while also
applying to a grad school &
the new dual distribution of energy
just didn’t pan out like it used to,
because the student had been
off the wagon,
so to speak.
in attaining a job to pay the bills,
without health insurance or
permanent status promised,
the lies began to show their face &
the idealistic student now became the
angry individual
whose whole attempt to become a
“better citizen”
had been shown to be an ordeal
not really worth having unless one
wants to be a slave to the loan companies &
therefore, a slave to the established status quo
of indifferent self-struggle,
which became par for the course
when the taming began.
now, without time to get out in the streets,
as there had been,
political motivation to change the world
morphs into a combination of
dissatisfaction with the slow outcomes &
a sense of failure in many different spheres---
now out of the academic loop &
locked into the work force,
the tamed, frustrated,
slave to the system
bows down their head to offer up their mind to the
chopping block &
uncle sam raises up the axe,
until down it comes thrashing
with all the glory of a good, solid,
decapitation.
Sitting alone, iPad in hand,
to pen a poem on demand,
attempting to translate bliss beats,
the rapture refrain that repeats,
feeling within joy germinate,
we write because we cannot wait,
for once symbols in rhythm are belled,
with our creative tempests quelled,
what’s imbibed in form is ingrained
by both head and heart, entertained,
by merging feeling with thinking,
as pure awareness unblinking,
even though none but us may know,
the way nectar in us does flow,
birthing ethereal cool heat,
in which we’re bliss drenched head to feet.
My scars look like stripes
I am almost a tiger
Her fingers caress my furs
Like brushes on unfinished paintings
And she laughs like a whip
Taming the fire
By Michelle Morris
27/09/2020
When your world is on fire and
they're watching it burn,
enjoying the flames and
your torture internal...
Remember that it will pass,
as all things do,
and when the flames go out,
you'll be as good as new...
A phoenix risen,
powerful and mighty;
no one can touch you,
you're above it and flying...
And they will never
be as strong -
For taming the fire is only
For the special ones...
© Michelle Morris, 2020