Best Tediously Poems
Tediously bored, Sir Drake
Prolonged afternoon of tea and cakes
Jam coats his chin with gooey paste
A beard of crumbs hangs from his face
His manner somewhat hard to grasp
Small fingers smother giddy laughs.
.
To sup he’d need a tuning fork
to confound the smacks from lamb and pork.
Lanky strands of cabbage slaw.
Gravy splashes grease his jaw
Pastries flurry dandruff flakes
A grubby mess, grandiose Sir Drake
Theodore Aka Teddy Bear
With soggy paws and matted hair
Needs a scrub from his stout chin
to the furry spats about his shins.
Carried off by loving arms
A bath restores his stately charm.
As I listen to the lark’s surreal melody to her mate.
I wonder does she ever feel there’s too much on her plate?
Ever beside him juggling, tediously feathering the nest,
in her discomfort struggling, incubating without rest.
I wonder if in her daydreams does she laze as her mind lingers
in bygone days pursued by teams, of young and gallant singers?
Or does she occupy her days with tending her small brood
not entertaining winsome ways as gaping nibs crave food?
Does he while out a’gathering, squirming tidbits for their young,
ever give way to lathering ‘cause his work is never done?
Does his keen eye ever wander over lighter creamy breasts
allowing himself to ponder his days of youthful quests,
or does his steadfast honor seek but to gather and bring home
supper for each tiny beak never thinking once to roam?
As I hear the song bird warble, with expectancy to her mate
I’m thankful for each morsel placed in love upon my plate.
And listening to the lark refrain his bride’s devoted call,
I find being called a birdbrain the best compliment of all.
You cannot take from me
that which I have yet to discover
Although I walk upon a crumbling wall
it is you who fortified my ignorance
Witness my strength grow exponentially
as I venture further beyond your reach
All that you are has become tedious
I have discovered my own significance
My indifference somehow diminishes you
and your response is less than dignified
December 12, 2016
For Laura Loo's Quote II contest.
All around, smoke ribboned from ashtrays
and mushroomed on the stained ceiling.
There, in the corner, F. Lee Bailey glared,
like a father watching his ill behaved children,
but, as children do, they ignored him.
Irving Kanarek leaned on the far end of the bar.
He was equally ignored,
as barristers sought their pecking order
in a gaggle of egos.
Over the bar a sign hung, "The Bench",
where ironically, the bartender, in jest,
would be asked to "judge" the winner of some petty spat.
Conversation was tediously interrupted as night progressed,
"Objection your honor,l he's badgering the witness"!
"Objection sustained" would ring out from behind the bar,
but amidst all the pseudo legalese, a pall hung ~
draping down the walls like smoke.
They must laugh for sanity but
the killer set free, who would kill again
became the dragon in the room
that would follow them home...
Note: F. Lee Bailey defended the Boston Strangler. OJ Simpson and others
and Irving Kanarek defended Charles Manson
i saw your smile, then fell from grace -
plunged like Icarus out of the lofty skies
and traded that innocuous, frigid space
for the beautiful muddle in your eyes.
i watched my clean slate begin to fade;
the homespun, pristine virtues turn to dust
and fully embraced the holy wreck we made
out of a placid, fragile trust.
because heaven is a mere patient cage
of tediously slow hymns and blinding white
in comparison to this colliding rage,
this enchanting freefall through the night.
if planting my feet firmly against your skin
means that paradise is forever lost to me,
then, by all means, let my sentencing begin...
for I will wear the wreckage quite happily.
Absolute is her adorable attitude,
blessed and bestowed with a burning benignity,
city girl caught within life’s calamitousness,
darling to all that dare dote upon her. Naked!
Economize, be efficient, enthuse she must,
Fight! For her felicity. Feel! For those whom fall,
groping gouging with a grotesque gravitation,
hold on to her hospitable habitation!
Indurate through incest! Injured through inurement,
justice she seeks, a juvenile Judy no more,
kicked by society, knackered by its keepers,
laminated personalities lost in love!
Morning time! Brings the sunlight, the mist the misery,
Nymph nurtured by noble, just to serve motley men,
Org*sm Cried off, just an opaque memory,
primate pants, within the woodland glen!
Quaint in monthly quarantine, desire still to quell,
rebellious rivals, rustic, but youth on side,
sanctimonious salutations satisfy,
the test for technique, tediously still apply!
Unable to command usage. “Utensil spent”
Valuation decreasing via vulgar gent,
wise mind, weary body responds to the wanker,
xquisite flame soon xtinguish by the banker!
Yet she that lived in yonder past, youthfulness yielded,
zero hour approaches. “Erotic zone no more!”
because of censorships some words had to be removed or changed.
© Harry J Horsman 1993
Alliteration and Abecedarian poem
entered into A Poet Destroyers 004 contest
SUPERLATIVES
S uperlative sentiments subliminally stupefy- salubrious solitude
U niquiviocal uproariously unconventional, uninhibited, unabashed
P reposterously pedantic, precarious pandemics, perilous pandemonium
E uphoria exemplified, exquisitely exorbitant – eloquently enthralled
R eiterated relentlessly, radically rambunctious--ruthless retribution
L inguistically ludicrous, lavished lackadaisical— listless laments
A bundant accentuations, adorning ambiguous animosity—antithetical
T ranslucently tantalized, tediously thrifty tumult—transfixed
I ncourrigeable impediments insatiable, idealistic irrelevance-illustrious
V ernacular vindicated vivaciously, vehemently visceral—venerated
E xplicitly effervescently exonerated, eclectic exuberance—elated
S crupulously steadfast solitude, surreptitiously subliminal – surrealistic
Likes to Dali herself up whilst reading,
assumes abstract designs will enhance
the benignly inartistic life story she's writ,
can scarcely sit through her own tediously
scripted fecklessly poetical verses moreover
embittered embellishments 'tween the blank
spaces of her once upon a failed phantasma
Often I humor at things I read
I am growing exceedingly cold
Maybe it's not at all in me but
Their words both young and old
In a search for any kind of reason
We go afar and many times astray
Can I be now so tediously cynical
Their ideas don’t even near gray
There motivation prolly attention
What inspires them in this quest
An endeavor for true originality
Funny, most assuredly I now jest
Who reflects on the truth inside
The only things I know are real
Why do I think I get to decide
What is writing, if not to reveal
Penned by Wayland Bunch 2/2/2013
Standing under the sun and looking into the days
Blood is boiling in my veins as time quietly sways
Catching the breeze blown with fresh, grassy smell
Grinding the past, as the clouds treacherously stay
You sat inside there, said nothing but stare
Bracelet on the ankle, which furiously glared
This cave, where our promise was made
Left me alone, and gone on your own crusade.
That tree is still standing tediously today
Broken dreams never have reasons to sway
Shattered memories and screams, still lingering
In summer nights, they give me winter shivering
Standing under the clouds and look into these days
Cold blood is boiling in my veins as time quietly sways
Catching the breeze blown with wet, slurry smell
Looking at the tree which shatters young dreams
Grinding the past, as the clouds treacherously stay
Mikhail.
[I work at an office,
with a fixed salary
to feed a family:
without a denial to hardwork
I work tediously
my little ones attend school routinely,
We solely wish necessities
neither comforts nor luxuries].
Dear me! I desire if it was true
but fellow humankind treat us erroneously.
It's arctic outside.
we wander the streets in austerity,
in rags; all cold and hungry
I implore the privileged for aid
but all futile,
The men of wealth treat us indifferently.
Now my words of present describe my past,
no more cold or hungry we are;
hostility of mankind is yet more painful
than slow death to starvation,
My family and I are long gone by
Oh mankind! a little help would have sufficed.
Oxymoron of the day: Politically Correct
“Hi, I’m Carl Palmer and I approve of this poem.”
The Informed Voter
Donald Trump called, knew my name,
called me Carl, left a message, I wasn’t home.
Hillary Clinton called, knew my name, called
me Carl, left a message, I wasn’t home, darn.
Excited that so many candidates want my vote
who sent me mail, filled my box, I read it all.
Thrilled my yard is decorated with free signs
from both democrat and that other party as well.
Befuddled am I by the newspaper articles and letters
to the editor changing my mind over and again,
confused by the television ad contradicting the
commercial just aired by the opposing opponent.
Tediously taking notes while listening to talk radio
refuting facts from previous pundits interrupted
by my ever ringing doorbell announcing another
concerned citizen soliciting suggested suffrage.
Today is Monday, I still don’t know how I’ll vote,
who best represents my interests, cares about me.
I’m just thankful that tomorrow it’ll all be over
at least until Wednesday when the recounts begin.
Wayland Bunch a gaijin
With aspirations of being haijin
Worked tediously for some time
Writing poems that don’t even rhyme
"Pack the chairs,no souls will be entertained here",
Politics is stealing the future of scholars,
The faith is rather picking blemishes from religious pillars,
Can't make it plain to them of my changed mind,
Grew up along the coast,
Education wasn't a key boast,
Chasing money and abiding to words from our illiterate parents,
"Hey,...if you refuse to go fishing,no food for you today",fear really got itself filled us with adherents,
The punishment comes always with fatality,
What is known to be risky,we see it to be easy,
Trained with marshal laws,...and it's the powerful canes form masters in the halls,
Privileged men went ahead to acquire knowledge,because they had all it carried,
Knew what is meant by a treasure buried,
Fought tediously to overthrow the whiteman ruling over their integrity,
When nothing was induced much into us,eyes were opened to plenty,
Disappeared from home to where no man ever had an idea about,
Saved by a richman but lonely hunter mouse ,
Impacted into me in-depth understanding,
Showed me the realities of life;formal education without a payment,
"God bless his hidden soul",
Returned after so many years,
"Life is now precious and exerting greatness of me,
Society wasn't able to exercise recognition of who I am,
But yet still,I found my childhood friends fighting for success with grey hair",he noted well,
Expression on their faces proves their lost in the middle of nowhere,
Hailing his superiority among them,he was appointed as the chief advisors brain,
So many opportunities he gained,
His life was a breakthrough to the land he was born to cater,
He is a refined gold within a polluted water,
Inculcated intelligence into his fellow people scoop,
Few took it wholeheartedly;they had eyes for pride so they've made it in a bloom,
Politics practically went about chewing the learned knowledge as strict,
Coping with internal and external institutions,he raised a fine district,
But,his heart never desired for a truth;
What were deceptions to uproot?
Helmet of glory,
Passion for God plays the background of his officialdom,
Only blink of eyes taking a yawn,religion stole his referendum.
Very challenging,
And confusing,
Yet astonishing
It's kind of amusing!
Always persueing,
and working
Very tediously,
And seriously.
For everyone,
The goal is common
Everyone will be relieved'
Once achieved.