Best That Sucks Poems
Speak now for the sea, ancient bard that guides me.
Be the voice of its wisdom, washing away my tears.
Raise me and lower me, like an endless wave,
seen and then unseen, but always remaining present.
Speak now for the wind that blows our seeds.
Give it voice so it may be heard by passing souls,
from one generation to the next, may its sound
be gentle with caution and deep sorrow.
Speak now for the frantic fire that cleanses
its crackling voice kills tree bark to be reborn
from speckled skin discarded like a serpent's husk
Phoenix, rising high in all its burning glory
Speak now for the earth that sucks our feet in
and licks with tongues along Lethe's banks
here I will rest, and watch with breaking eyes
the beauty of the universe above me
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Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
December 3 2017
The doghouse needs a paint job now our dog and I have swapped
our sleeping quarters after making sure, that the penny dropped.
You see I shut up the missus which was a blessing at the time,
but to have her being speechless, in our house is a crime.
It was a Sunday afternoon when my problem starts to flare,
and me on my seventh stubby, so began her questionnaire.
‘How many beers do you drink daily?’ She first said to me,
and I shrugged ‘I dunno; maybe I’d average three.’
‘Three’ she says, ‘every day. So how much do you pay?’
I’m not sure and so I said to her, ‘five bucks each I’d say.’
And of course, this set her mind, towards onward thinking,
so, then she’s asking me, ‘how long have you been drinking?’
When I replied ‘twenty years,’ she went for something greater
to go shaming me by using, her mental calculator,
‘Five dollars each and three per day; each month five-forty bucks.
In just one year that’s seven grand, and boy oh boy that sucks.’
What could I say; she’s right – I took a bite of humble pie,
and waited for the next tirade once she looked me in the eye,
‘If you multiply by twenty, and leave out inflation,
you’ve spent one-forty thousand in a wasteful situation.’
Drinking beer is wasteful! Has she lost her flamin’ mind?
And if I thought she’d finished; that thought soon declined;
‘If you did not drink beer, do you know what you could have done?
You could have saved with interest, and our troubles would be none.’
‘You could have brought an aeroplane after all those twenty years,
instead of flushing down the toilet, all those wasteful beers,’
but then one quote from me, is enough to send her near insane,
‘Seeing you’ve not had a glass of beer, where’s your aeroplane?’
And...I ponder
Do people even care about me? Sadly, I can't see...
Sucks being bipolar,
Having episodes of madness, sadness and ecstasy...
I am numb
I can't feel anymore
I am dumb,
Wisdom out the door...
Change is a challenging chore...
I need some satisfaction
Not this...anger sensation
Action takes its time some more...
Seeing others' succeed
While I remain this weed
That sucks the life of you
I'm sorry I cussed and fussed endless
Because of what you do
You seem to smile away your sadness
I wear the mask of plastic gladness
You don't see or care about my distress
Maybe, I'm acting selfish...actually, I was
Attempting to be selfless is trust with flaws
I'm bewildered because I have become
Ignorant and blissful like many these days...these days...
Wrapped up in bed, worthless like a crumb
I'm not looking for attention in this frustration maze
I bet no one will read this..or would scroll away in inner success rays
Hear me out beyond the pained and hopeless...we all need beloved praise
Time is not by our side, only God and Christ is quite frankly
I had enough alone time, I need to belong a wee bit actually
Energy is low and under the weather
Fever above a hundred, now cooled off
Don't feel sorry for me whatsoever
These hot and cold flashes and what not is enough!
In life, there’s plenty, and various points of view
Aged twenty, forty or more, give or take a few
Whether one has gone full circle, half or even third
This question has been asked, or you may just have heard.
When something you have done, or have decided upon
Like a referee’s call that’s been derided on
Do you calmly stay, to answer in rebuttal
Or do you go for drama, finding ways for acquittal.
At one point in our lives, we may protest or howl
It’s us who made the wrong call, or even did what’s foul
What to do after that, is anyone, everyone's guess
It would reflect our morals, the code that we profess.
Being adult is to try to make amends , apologize
sincerely, no platitudes,to those we've wronged, sympathize
Pointing not to others, guilty or not, to blame
Or say such other excuse, that sucks or just as lame.
Not seeking refuge, but owns up to accountability
Being an adult means taking full responsibility.
From all the things we've learned, what puts us to the test
To walk the talk, the meaning, separates us from the rest.
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
The TRUE Meaning of Being Adult Contest - Honorable Mention
Sponsor : FJ Thomas
25 April 2015
The tennis ball
Whacked over the net
Is whacked back again
Sometimes.
It is a tough leather that ball.
But this respiratory thing
That sucks the air from our lung
Teams against the self to win.
Now you are whacked
Over the line by it,
And to the cotton farm of Carolina,
And none can whack you back
Match point is for it
The ball is gone.
A handsome man tall, slim and about 225 pounds,
Asked me out for a seafood dinner on our first date,
Still eats everything fattening, I know how that sounds,
Some twenty-eight years later, I still have a 225 pound mate,
That sucks, I’m not fat ~ just really, really short for my weight.
October 8, 2011
For Nancy Jone’s Contest
“Things That Suck”
I am fire, I stalk you and wait to burn your fat,
I am the pyre that delights to ignite your passing hat,
I am fire that brassy whore that sucks you dry with flames
you cannot quench
I am fire, the mongrel of the days and bastard of the night,
who lick's your secrets with the torturer's tongue ignites.
I am fire, who so rips your thirst to quench and leaves your
mossy bank and dew unfit for leaf or mordant hue, so such
a sigh as this, can drench and leave the cracked pot with open
black-soot teeth... a zebra's mouth...black and white
I am fire, my necklace, burning tyre with petrol, dances on the
victim's screams, my delight to be this God, no quarter no release!
and while I taunt you with these fiery lips of death...
remember too I cook your stew and heat the stones of sweet
relief, and with my song, oil your aching back to heal and rest,
but all the while I lay down my pain and smoke to wait, the
falling match the careless brand that spark of quick ignition
I am fire, the grand inquisitor, the knave, the happy mistress
feeding terse sedition, the chance friend who craves your recognition:
I am fire.
Rapid Response Turtle Team, R2T2, is their name, saving is their game!
They’re ‘Mary River Turtles’, headquartered in a submarine, but not tame.
Forever, on call: a better bunch of blokes, you've never met, is my take.
No one ever drowns, or leaves hurt, with them here, in this our Troll Lake.
They’re days are full, with Dragon, and the Troll Lake crowd, running a muck.
Imagine how, when Dragon barbecues, his fires get out of hand, yea, that sucks!
Fire hoses and extinguishers are these blokes’, most favorite playthings of all.
They even hand out towels, if you got wet, when the fires are put out, I recall.
Not to mention how great they are when Dragon begins to hiccup or sneeze.
Or when our penguins trip and fall, like little pinballs, yep, them, they retrieve.
But it’s always worth the trouble since; they’ve become family, true and tried!
They also teach safety and first aide classes, yes, they’re definitely, certified.
Apparently, we ALL are, here at Troll Lake, or so everyone seems to imply.
I think I know what they are getting at… And perhaps they are right! Sigh!
But the Rapid Response Turtle Team, are the best blokes, on this here earth!
As they command the hose, and it throws them all around, we fill with mirth!
It’s like riding a bucking bronco to them… but some how… the fires do go out!
They even have a medic mobile made from an old kids’ wagon, fully decked out.
Anyone, who can bring a submarine into our lake, sight unseen, can do ANYTHING!
It’s said: they’re agents sent, to protect Dragon, an endangered species. Honestly!
But, I think they’re here, to protect ‘US’ from Dragon’s, daily… dished out travails.
The Boo Boo’s he inflicts, are too numerous to count, between his fires and that tail.
They came to gain their muse, and be entertained by our daily, free for all, they say.
At night they’re guitars DO sing, merrily on, about all our crazy exploits, each day.
With pink tinted shells, and green algae Mohawks, they look like a true punk band.
And they say the submarine’s yellow, to honor some great and famous rock band.
Yes, they are a tad bit strange; but that just makes them fit in, on this, here land.
And we couldn't imagine life without them… They truly are… really, great lads!
Rain gently falls from clouds above
Upon a couple new in love
Who under red umbrella hide
To walk the puddled path outside.
Now ponder all the varied bends
Where rain and lovers' journey ends.
In shallow puddles some will stay
Or seep through filthy alleyway.
Some drops will fall to deeping lake
While others, thirsty gutters slake.
But soon enough the land will dry
And all will vapor back to sky.
9.8.18
Photo #4 (the first umbrella is a couple)
Contest: A Rainy Day
The following was added after the contest ended.
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Interpretation: I've struggled with whether or not to add this, but if you'd like to form your own opinions on the meaning of the poem, just don't read on.
The four fates of rain and lovers:
Shallow Puddles - romantic flings that spring up and are fun but not meaningful
Filthy Alleys - Toxic, Damaging relationships
Deeping Lake - True, deep love
Thirsty Gutters - One sided relationship that sucks everything out
But in the end all relationships end so find the best one while you can.
Master Of Time
Time can be your friend.
Time can be your enemy.
A clock ticks away life's every moment.
A clock can be your helpful reminder.
A clock can be the one thing that you dread.
Time can never cease fully.
We want the good times to linger.
We want the bad times to leave fast.
Life is fast.
At our last breath we remember what time has given or taken away.
We can leave this world with regret to have done more.
We can leave this world with one thing to say. Thank you.
Right when the morning sun rises, we are ready for it to set.
Sometimes our lives go dark and we make friends with the night.
It takes a person who enjoys life to remember the light.
Life is like a hungry lion, ready to devour a precious moment you've had.
Feed the lion your memories and good times goodbye or be bold and make the lion your rug.
We are often reminded of the limits of life that restrict us like a python that sucks your every breath away.
Look at the clock when you wake up and tell it that your it's master.
Time can be strategic.
Time can be a surprise.
Time can be your crutch for your broken heart.
Time can be the one thing that you either let rule you, or for you to rule time.
Enjoy every moment of life.
May God bless your time.
< on your own death bed
you couldn't even admit ........
that you were married
Entry For Paula Swenson's Contest
Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right
G.L. All
Enough is enough of this seriousness
Back to the sillies where I belong
Here's something to ponder, my friends
Why is the word 'abbreviation' so long
I don't usually have to think twice
Before giving it a second thought
You're schizophrenic? That makes four of us
Skydiving is good to the last drop
Have you heard that gravity is a myth
In reality, it's the Earth that sucks
Did you know old people have a secret
That secret is known as luck
You know you have a small apartment
When Kellogg's Coco Pops echo
Maybe our world is another planet's hell
Sure wouldn't surprise me to know
Why do psychics have to ask you your name
Going to live forever... so far so good
I adore you more than beans and rice
If I could love you more I would
They say, hard work pays off in the future
I say, laziness pays off now
Some sage advice, never ever stand close
To the back end of a cow
All those who believe in psycho kinesis
Will you please raise my hand
People usually wind up in a prone position
While involved in a one night STAND
What happens if you get scared to death twice
What do sheep count to help them sleep
Ever wonder why all blackboards are green
Do birds shake wings when they greet
© Jack Ellison 2014
Mr Webster's definition of loser
A consistent failure abuser
Turkey that has no wings
Sunkist lemon of a human being
I say Ol' Daniel's wrong
Ain't nobody that far gone
They're bound to have some use
If nothing else, squeeze them for juice
No wings on a turkey, big deal
Who wants wings for a Thanksgiving meal
A wingless bird would be unique
He doesn't say a loser's a freak
So a person has a few bad breaks
Always whines and bellyaches
Makes everyone else a little edgy
Social bothersome , tighty-whitey, wedgie
He may be down on his luck
But a loser, come on, that sucks
That is unless you're in this poetry contest
Then you'll be a loser, if yours ain't the best
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Climate change and Global warming
how serious a threat?
One-hundred-eighty Countries join
to fight as one? You bet
How'd they get so many Countries
to sign on, join the fight
90 percent are just "third world"
you think they see the light?
Listen now to what is spewed
things you do not want to know
Those Third World Leaders, hands held out
are waiting for their "dough"
They're being paid to tag along
and make it look like power
They won't contribute anything
to Americas finest hour
The only ones contributing
(the Countries with big bucks)
Third World Leaders? Pockets lined
won't help at all, (that sucks)
Give them millions to make it look
like they're really in the fight
Pay them well (they laugh at us)
they'll party through the night
Dictators and Presidents alike
will now have many cars
Have visions of new mansions
and living like the "Stars"
All the while, this huge "Shell Game"
is, just a front for those
Shut down "Coal" and bring in "Solar"
hurry, no one knows
Shut down Gas and Oil too
Wind Farms really pay
No Taxpayer ever has to know
Their Government got its way......
Mister,
can you help a poor rich fella out
Right now, I’m kinda down on my luck,
and that sucks
Will you help me out, please ...
can you spare a couple million bucks
That’ll be just enough to see me through,
get me on my feet and off my back
It’s hard being a penthouse top cat
living like a cellar bottom-feeding rat
My refined, high cultured ways is under cash flow attack,
I just need to re-up my portfolio mojo
with a small injection of a little greenback smack
Think you might can help me out of a fix like that
I’m really jones-ing to get my wealthy high-life back
It’s tough sledding as of now,
living in some rinky-dink,
three-star downtown Hilton hotel
My current low income life is back taxes living hell
A most unbearable situation
for me a Manhattan uptown swell
I’m business royalty ... got Rockefeller princely pedigree,
but now I’m in a serious fiscal pinch —
and my banking knight fealty pals are shunning me
At this very moment, all my stocks are failing,
my major investments are all ailing
Market fluctuations speculatively are poised to ruin me,
knock me off those corporate boardroom cushy seats ...
straight into hard, rock bottom poverty
Got disloyal creditors wanting to toss me
and my french poodle Mimi out on the street
So once again, I’m begging you ...
Brother,
can you help a poor rich fella out
I’ve been kinda down on my luck lately
Will you help an honest American out, please ...
If you can you spare it,
a couple million bucks will set me at ease