Best This Is Serious Poems
It is time to break out the oven mitts and apron.
Ready to indulge in a kitchen-ous sin
Little hands ready to stir the batter
Towels in Daddy's hands to clean the splatter.
Licking the spoon when eyes turn away,
This is serious business child, no time to play!
You grab the butter, I'll get the eggs
Oops, spilled the milk all down your legs
I'll go preheat the oven to 400 degrees
Making monster cookies is such an ease
I can't wait to taste them, I'm sure they are great
So glad for this time on our daddy/daughter date
There is sugar on the floor, and flour in your hair
Chocolate and peanut butter on your fingertips
Almost a dozen cookies on the cookie sheets
Some never made it, straight to our lips.
TV
It is a strange country Portugal
You switch on the Tv, and there
are song and dance
From different districts
The formula is always the same someone a tune
People are familiar too, and there are two dancing girls
Moving about which appears unrehearsed
However, this doesn’t matter
They are famous in the local society.
The world is at a brink of war, but entertainment Is more critical.
Later in the evening, there is soccer that important
In Portugal, after a game, older men make
comment this is serious
bless them all, there is no war in Portugal
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At my own admission I've grown black hearted, Find it hard to cry for the dearly departed. I've started with myself and made no difference...
my reflection ain't healthy I've been plagued by ignorance. An insignificance to that shown by my people offering deliverance.
Belligerent my mind state, no room for benevolence. I'm gonna times fate by two and make my own destiny. Remember without you there is no me!!
Contemplation on occassion as and when neccasary, no abrasions mental and or physical. Raisin like im spiritual on the mountian gazin like im quizical, I ain't doubtin I been dazin lyrical too busy blazin that's not critcal. Don't be phazin past the miracle.
Far from superior closer to inferior goes some way to explaining why my message isn't clear to ya. Far from delirious nah man, this is serious!
Remains 2 be seen weather its imperious. Far from laughin this materialistic gapping will drive us appart and continue trappin.
Can't be scared to talk bout it. We're conditioned in a way in which we doubt it.
So in ya face its a disgrace. I need a bit of saving grace. Saving face be paving waste, am I misbehaving as lm gaining pace? The blames in place and its plain in taste. We can only learn if we share with eachother!
Sounds disearning coming from a non-veteran brotha, discova the soul ja in me. I ain't on the front line wouldn't want to be. What they fightin for!? Territories, minerals to fuel our principles. I'd like to appoligise for being so cynical. This is a perfect time to take an interval.
Hanging upside down on my bed thinking what the hell is going on.
Does he not know that my mom is not gone?
He is holding me so tight I can hardly breath or move.
Oh well might as well remain calm; submit to the motion of his groove.
The touch! wow that is different... What is this experience?
There is an overwhelming feeling coming over me...I think this is serious.
Faster and faster...my heart begins to flutter
as well as thoughts about my new found lover.
everything around me starts to fade, His motion has taken me to a different zone.
Until I opened my eyes when my mom's room light came on.
MOVE... I SAID MOVE!...As he looked up to see...I saw the fear in his eyes as he jumped off of me.
She cut the light on... looked around as we pretended to be sleep.
My heart made an overbearing noise, although I didn't say a peep.
That touch... I thought as I stared at him, What does it mean?
Then he kissed me so softly..It was exactly as I dreamed.
When I think of decadent desserts
it assails my senses and I go berserk
tantalizing, surprising, flavors entice beyond compare
staring at the compilation of assortments are so unfair
So many to choose from
I stop and stare
what do I do
I turn to you and follow you through
hot and flavorful my senses bemoan
these tasty morsels are for the full-grown
taunting and teasing heart palpitates on a roll
spiraling and spinning until it's tantamount and out of control
expecting the taste to burn into my mind
as I try to find some balance not to define
was dessert all you expected it to be
the climatic source of ecstasy
let me now reminisce the taste of flavor
actuating in my brain
every time I taste of the dessert
it will remind me again and again
this is serious biz
dessert is good and it is what it is
I stand proud and majestic
and tall as can be
even taller than Joseph
at a whole three foot three
I am honoured to be here
and give all my heart
though I may not have lines
it is still a big part
I smile wide and honest
I sing loud and true
next to star number seven
and tree number two
Though there's rumours about
that my part in this fable
was not actually present
that day in the stable
But it was so long ago
and so far away
that who was there or wasn't
is tricky to say
So I pay them no mind
don't let them upset me
when this show is over
they'll never forget me
I am trying my best
and I hope that it shows
though I wish Mother Mary
wasn't picking her nose
This is serious business
and it must be done right
even if the three kings
are now having a fight
The donkey is dancing
there's unexplained bells
the sheep are now whispering
amongst themselves
Still I keep my head high
and do all I can do
to be histories finest
Nativity Emu
Her eye's are pretty with innocent inside
Her face is precious with curious trying to hide
Her body state's that i am a grown woman
The tight clothes and plenty of makeup keep
the grown men coming
Her every move and every step is just to dog on sexy
That man's eye's missed her face because her body
is screaming caress me
Before he realize this is , he's inside
Her body feels everything that her curious face was
trying to hide
Those pretty eye's are no longer innocent
Guilt has came and made all her presents pastense
Now that body that stated to be a grown woman with
those eye's that was pretty innocent ; no longer can
hide her precious face with curious
That man never saw her face until after he planted that
seed and then realized that this is serious
Because her body was screaming caress me
His eye's missed her face but , saw her every move and
every step that he couldn't resist because she was just
to dog on sexy
Who cried , when her body lied
But , realized now she have to be a woman and this big
old world
If it wasn't for the tight clothes and plenty of make-up
he would have saw that those pretty eye's with innocent
meant that she was daddy's little girl
I am a mage in a rage with extreme power
I escape from this cage looking to devour!
Determined to be victorious
Poetry Soup has labeled me notorious!
Not commenting on my work just to discourage me?
I overcome any and all adversity!
I even manage my paranoia and hallucinations;
But I continue to persevere;
Despite the demonic voices in my ear.
I am fueled by huge doses of testosterone!
So why am I to be scrutinize for my raging hormones?
Don't blame me because you're sexually frustrated and all alone.
Maybe you would like a naked picture of me on your Iphone?
Who cares if you find me disgusting and immature.
You're just unhappy and insecure.
I can't stand a hypocrite and a snake;
I wish you had a horrendous toothache,
And it would cause you unbearable pain!
I could make you beg me for a shot of novocaine!
After your misery is over and you recover,
You may get lucky and I'll take you as a lover!
I may need a shot of Kentucky whiskey,
For it to hit the spot and find you remotely sexy!
You may think all this is serious,
But I'm just being humorous;
Because PoetrySoup has labeled me notorious!!!
*Note wrote strictly for "Syed Amaan Ahmad's" contest "Free-style" You wanted creative ,
unique, good stuff to read;)
We want you ? Never a smile upon that face and why not
This is serious business; cradling their shores of, never more....
It's a family tradition; rock-a-by baby with their golden google eyes ?
Sailing across her sea ninety degrees separated from another's blood shot cries
Insidious this nature when one lay amid the bed be wickedness; arranged weddings
Predestined manifestations crashing waves their ushering tides ? Whoredom's lullabies
Building cities atop love's wakes ? Beacon lights illusions fate lessons learned a bit too late.
Thank God
That is over
I mean this insane dream that I had
I was a young man, wearing a black suit
On my best behavior that day
In an auditorium full of
Other young people
Some also on their best behavior that day
We were watching kids putting on a funny play
When a very unserious man came on stage
And very seriously said
This is not part of the play
Just then History Itself
Reached its angry hand from behind the stage
And clasped its fingers, dripping a mixture of blood and ash
Around my throat, and I choked
History said
Wake up from your dream!
This is Serious what I have done
To get your attention
I was, needless to say, shocked at this
As I had never heard History speak
Directly to me before
Let alone reach out to choke me
I realized it was true what it said
That I had never really paid much attention
In my heart I resolved that if only
It would let me go, that I would revere it
From now on
At last it released its gnarly grasp
History said
Never Forget
I promised I would not
Four days later I cried and cried
Then another very unserious man appeared
To a crowd that I was in
Children do not worry, he said
That was just a dream and you are awake now
I will take care of the monsters
Go to sleep, and dream more pleasant dreams
All around me the crowd that I was in
Began to drift off
I thought
What was I crying about?
I too fell back to sleep
Or awoke
I really am not sure now which
One thing I do know is
That is over
Thank God
August 14, 2019
We need to talk
This is serious matter
Yes, I got the memo
You know very well that I don't like puzzles
Yet you keep throwing all these tests at me
Like really what's up with only one number
You know very well that I like multiple numbers
And seriously, the timing! !
Couldn't you make it another day, another month, and maybe another year!!
You know you can easily make it happen, just the way I like it
Oh my head is spinning
Just the thought of everything
My tears dried a long time ago
I may even be getting a stomach ulcer
And the waiting, it's either you show up late or you don't show up at all
The continuous worry in my mind
Panic mode
Calm down, calm down, calm down
"TELL me!
I sit here and wonder"
.................................
I AM WHO I AM
Sponsor Name Richard Lamoureux
Contest Name Who do you think I am
“NO! I WON’T”
“YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!”
Watch as I change your “do” to a “don’t”
How bad can the punishment be?
No video games?
So what!
No treat tonight?
Is that all you got?
You are the worst mom in the world!
The truth hurts, I know.
Just listen as my insults continue to unfurl.
I hate you, from your head to your toes!
I’m not holding back any blows.
I’ll show you that I can get my way.
No matter how much you oppose.
I’m the T-Rex and you’re my prey.
Don’t walk away from this fight.
I’m not done telling you how wrong you are.
And how I am so right.
Don’t try to tell me I’ve gone too far.
This is serious business.
You can’t possibly expect this of me.
My brother is my witness.
Finish all of my peas?
You know, I can’t eat anything green!
Unless, it’s mint chocolate-chip ice cream.
No one told us about the deer flies who live in
The marsh
Add life they multiply.
They are waiting to descend in a flash on the
Daring who are rash
Who have no inside enclosure or any netting to
Make a dash
Where the humans will get bitten not once but
many times by the deer flies who live in the marsh.
When human and fly meet this is a major clash
For many of these creatures will die.
They are waiting to descend in a flash on the
Daring who are rash
From the boat you'll hear the slap and someone
Yell balderdash
Which as the person gets bit it does intensify
As they fight off the deer flies who live in the
Marsh.
People have been known to get whiplash
While swinging at the flies who land and bite
As off they fly.
Believe me, they are waiting to descend in a
Flash on the Daring who are rash.
Surprise! We have bug spray, a fly swatter to
Squash, bash, and trash
As we try to rectify
The problem with the deer flies who live in the
Marsh.
They are waiting to descend in a flash on the
Daring who are rash.
On their wedding day
“The Days of Our Lives” was played
Congregation laughed
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I wrote this while attending a wedding. This is serious! lol! The traditional or
classic Japanese senryu format has three lines: the first has
five syllables, second has seven syllables and the third five syllables. The
pattern is 5/7/5 for a total of seventeen syllables. The senryu is generally about
an emotional expression.