Best Tie Down Poems
You were born in a specialist clinic
I was born at the front door of my house
we both came into this world and survived.
You’ve been eating foreign cuisines and expensive delicacies
I’ve been taking porridge and traditional soups
we both have grown and are a significant part of the society.
You go to school in Jeeps and exotic vehicles
I use public transport and finish it up with a walk
we both went to learning institutions and acquired knowledge.
You roll with the high and mighty and get a super model married
I’m surrounded by the middle class
and marries one never will be in Wikipedia
we both are active in the food chain and wonderfully living our lives.
You become a CEO or rather own a firm
I get employed by you to run your empire
we both sure need each other to function and drive.
Gold and Diamonds will decorate the casket of your funeral
mine may not even be worthy of a coffin, just a plain box
we’ll nevertheless be dead and our chapter closed without preference.
It is only a pathology when the eye gets larger than its socket,
comparison cuts the muscles of esteem and gives greed a new suit,
making simplicity a very complex attribute to attain
and a life full of complexities a better friend to existence.
Life is simple, we just make it complicated.
A civil servant wants to live at par with a tycoon
allowing his throat tie down the strength of his hands.
Every destination has different roads,
be it the highway or a rocky path.
Take the one within your speed limit,
the timing may show some reaching before or better than others
but the most important thing is, the destination reached
as achievement is decorated while life stay simple.
Categories:
tie down, career, character, cheer up,
Form:
Epic
(enjoy the puns)
I happen to be a busy bee
always racing with time
since time how it flies for busy bees
Ah wish I could just lasso it
like a cowboy does his horse
and thereby bring it to a standstill!
And if I don't waste this valuable Time
I think I could buy me some extra time
For time is money it's said
Ah wish I could just catch it
in a nook or a noose
as it flies by at will.
For at this rate the clock is ticking by
like some never exploding time-bomb
while I'm forever running out of time
so I wonder then how still
others just take their time
or be killing time coz they've time to kill!
For I can't be killing this precious time
I don't have any spare time on my hands
And it is but challenging to make a chum
out of that swinging pendulum
Time is racing, it's outpacing
For me it seems time has never stood still.
Thus I'll merely have to resign to the fact
that I could never ever tie down mr. Time
for time and tide have waited for none
It's never going to cease, that monotonous chime
even when ceases to pen, a poet's quill
If the battery in thy clock stops
other clocks would be working timely still
So if you lag behind and don't make it in time
you can be sure there are others who will.
So I better let my time-old
venerable grandfather clock
go on with its carefree
dutiful but devil-may-care tick tock
Yah, let the time do the talk
and still tell it it's simply brill!
Categories:
tie down, time,
Form:
Blank verse
Am I the only one to think
that a kite is such a sad thing?
Flimsy...frail...
never really free,
forever tied to a string
Yes, it can soar indeed,
so high, with the wind taking it places,
almost making it forget,
just enjoying the wind rushing through,
lighthearted
The wind drops,
then it gets snared
among tree branches maybe,
or perhaps stuck on a roof or elsewhere
with its string all tangled and knotted,
almost impossible to untangle
if made with paper,
it should be lucky to still be intact,
with nary a tear
more often than not,
it gets ditched in the trash,
the price to pay for
its momentary freedom
Sometimes, though
perhaps a rarity these days,
there is that boy who makes
that kite from scratch,
whittles the sticks himself,
painstakingly forming that frame,
creating that kite with love
So when it does get all tangled up,
that boy still tries so hard to fix it,
to make it new...
never minding the cuts
he gets in the process--
That string not meant to tie down
that kite,
but a lifeline to the boy
But like I said,
that must be a rare thing these days...
For I am one to think
that a kite is such a sad thing...
Flimsy...frail...
never really free,
forever tied to a string
** There are many of you who have helped me in my journey in writing, & my heartfelt smiley thanks to all of you but I'd also like to give thank you hugs and smiles to Chris D. Aechtner ^_^ I distinctly remember asking you about Sijo, wow when was that? 2 years ago? Back then, I knew I asked the right person--& from there, you've helped bring to light (& helped me appreciate) a lot of other writing forms, just talking about those forms was a blast, just you sharing some of what you've been learning along the way (& believe me, I've learned even a thing or two! can I just say this? I bet you'd make an awesomely cool teacher :D)-- from sijo, to limericks, to sonnets, to haiku and kimo, to than-bauk to that Grook! ook! Being mainly a free-verse writer, you've helped me diversify & that means a lot to me. So my heartfelt thank you for being there in my poetic journey, and for being my friend :D
oops. that wasn't a couple of lines?! lol
Categories:
tie down, allegory, life, me, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Often wondered bout people down under
Do they have to stand on their heads?
Do they have to tie down all their possessions?
Is flying off into space a real dread?
We hope they all stay attached to the earth
We love them and their Koala bears
Once I was told by this Australian lady
Their breath can sure foul up the air
All my Aussie friends here on the Soup
Refer to their land as paradise
I was also told that the biceps on their women
Are huge from hanging on for dear life
Now I know this must be some great myth
Olivia John seemed quite normal to me
You can't believe all the rumours you hear
But in case, hang onto to that tree!
Often wondered bout people down under
How do they keep their beer in the glass?
Do they chain themselves to the bed at night?
Do roots pop up instead of grass?
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
tie down, humorous, tribute,
Form:
Quatrain
On the eastern grade of the switcher yard, down at Medicine Hat
There’s a tendency for cars to roll toward the Dunmore hill
Back when I was switching trains there, one got loose on me
Sit a spell and grip your seat for the beans I'm about to spill
There were only four boxcars, no engine or caboose
A couple of flat decks at the tail
In all six cars were loose
I caught up to it quick enough
Jumped on and tied a hand brake down
Well that didn’t do a gosh darn thing
Get back down on the ground
Outrun that headless train, I mean, catch up to the next car
Jump on again tie down the brake and again she barely felt it
Jump off again and back to running
A boxcar now, outrun it
Jump on again, what’s this a ladder
Yes, the brake’s up there
Up the ladder, tie the brake
Not much effect so far
Down again, onto the ground
Out run the next boxcar
Climb onto and up it like a boxcar acrobat
Crank another hand brake on
She's slowing, how about that
Outrun the next and then the next
My very last handbrake
If this one doesn’t stop these cars
I’ll surely take the cake
A train is coming into town, right down the Dunmore Hill
Won’t they be surprised, if these cars decide to spill
I crank the brake, she squeals and moans
Small train now comes to rest
Big train goes by, and the cars are clear
The engine-man can see
He blows the horn, whips off his hat
And just shakes his head at me
Categories:
tie down, hello, hero, hilarious, holiday,
Form:
Ballad
He left this morning after tea and time with me.
before the early morning dawn and between sleepy yawns.
He has done this all his life and the better part of
the past thirty years his wife left behind.
To his mistress the gray misty sea to see her face,
to chase the winds to fill the deck hull of deep-sea catch.
I shout a reminder to tie down the hatch be watching
at unset have supper on the table button ye weather coat do be careful.
never have I said to cheerful for the day is long and the worry strong.
The skies swell with darken clouds the winds whip past and chills my thoughts.
He leaves me behind as he heads for the sea as his father before him.
She holds him tight within her embrace her face he seeks the sea his mistress the one that
holds half his heart.
Her wild call a clear call he cannot deny for she calls the running tide is up.
Hoist the sails and listen to the sea-gulls cry from within the darken sky.
He must go down to the sea where he answers the call of a fisherman.
Categories:
tie down, adventure, life, nature, people,
Form:
Free verse
What is born in the thermals of a barren land
A spiral of destruction sublime
(I feel its power seeping into the ground)
Across the seas, it comes with fury
With no conscious thought, it gives to its wake
It can feel no sorrow as lives are at stake
No other peril of divinity, the instrument of a
Geo-thermal machine a perfect design
Leagues in size, all-seeing eye, arms hold thunder
In dark clouds hold lighting watching...
Watching it lance, the broken plains. It claims the spoils.
(The deconstruction of man-making is in its mind)
The plundering of the Apes' riches
As a coil of power pulls tighter
A Hand clutches the invisible
Like the gods of antiquity fighting a holy war
In heavenly realms; up high
The clouds fly, see the flickering
Once a war of nature ravaged this land of my mine
Now comes the braking of that peace
Whaling of Lands and Wind
I stand to defend this land of mine
With nothing but my hands and time
(I tie down everything to keep it with me, my only company)
The fury comes,
I pray to a god of cold stars,
That I will survive
This destruction of land and man
To live to see another day,
The power of wind-born in a desolate age,
A spiral of wicked filigree, liquid pain,
I wonder, I see no end in this primal rage,
I ponder its birth plains. This eternal wrath!
(This Hurricane…)
Categories:
tie down, adventure, allegory, analogy, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Wife and Her New Computer
How has she been doing so far?
Becoming a computer rising star;
Now with her we better not mess;
God with computer, her did bless;
Better buy another round for the bar.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Lenovo
310-151KB, 15.6" Laptop-Intel
Core 17-8GB Memory-1TB Hard Drive
Model 80TV00WGUS
Her new computer she does adore;
So fast have to tie down to the floor;
Drive has proven to be so hard
It can even condense a magnificent card;
Thankfully, they had one in their store.
Categories:
tie down, allegory, analogy, nature,
Form:
Couplet
Foreign On Wind And Word
Tie down words in yesterday’s dilemmas, gondola soft
Send them off on feathers, light as weathers messengers
What are words but air up there in winds
Let them fly, to catch a cold or flake of snow
Who knows, maybe reason will come through
Fog might melt, lift, revealing light, awakening
Words are known throughout the world for what they are
And what they say in cultures
China replicates everything including language
Sleep now, don’t worry, float away on granite minded clouds
That keep the spirit down and grounded
Society will fill in what’s missing
In China children open up to sing
Oppression is the only song they know
What is that word I’m looking for?
Innovation! Worth its weight in gold
Heavy up there in an atmosphere of words
When terms fall, crash, find their way into cracks
Like facts, open on fresh minds… Invention!
Hard is the term, loud on the solid mountain when it falls
Comets, like words, come in a flash, linger there
When children tie them down in streams of consciousness
Volcanic boys and girls do lava dances to be free
In China children eat their rice, glance, absorb everything
There is no way of holding back on nature
Tenacity! Is a word. Ingenuity! Is another
They come in streams, in balls of string, tied together
Make sense of sentences
Don’t be afraid
They are only a group of words
Composing a complete thought
They represent the meaning
Assigned to them in any nation
Created to fill young minds
Categories:
tie down, adventure, children, education, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
A dear friend says I'm brave to go it solo in the city…
she has a husband - seven kids - two dogs - and a neurotic cat
yet she dubs me brave!
I'm not brave, I'm transparent amidst glass and steel…
night lights the tower windows - eyes watching, winking
lobby doors gobble people only to spit them out again.
At a sidewalk café I'm the superintendent of this concrete esplanade…
watching women in heels, men in suits (some in heels)
poop scooping dog owners - who's the bulldog here?
In sublime heat, under threatening sky, a dry Chardonnay wets my lips…
the paved people mover hosts a carnival of characters
rushing to their next scene - to the burbs' trimmed lawns
where wifey waits, hoping the train's on time,
that the roast isn't dry - that he's in a good mood
hubby, stopping in for a spirited lift, is in the mood for pasta.
Puffy-cheeked clouds let out a thunderous roar…
howling gusts of wind send spittle in sideways sheets
inverted umbrellas rage their angry teeth skyward
drenching the women's trendy doos while dogs pull masters to shelter
waiters scurry to tie down awnings against swirling winds
must keep the patrons dry!
As the subsiding torrent sends steam rising from hot pavement
my reasons for choosing the city are clear…
inhaling the energy of these brume ensconced streets
cast in this impromptu street opera
playing my part in the faceless crowd
braving the amusing summer storms.
6/11/2013
Categories:
tie down, city, summer,
Form:
Blank verse
her warmth seeping in
still I fight
what's changing me
wrapped up
in something
more
than birds singing
sun rising
fresh morning
and being free to
blast away
in a blaze of glory
yet I trickle
down her cheek
one tear drop
in an endless sea
softly slowly silently
a subtle sigh in the night
I don't want to tie down
what I don't want
tying me down
but I will
liberate what
sets me free
I know
damn, I know
I'm melting
fire is creeping in
somehow I let her
under my skin
Categories:
tie down, love,
Form:
Free verse
Floating Sentries
Tie down words gondola soft
Pure is the paper, ink is black, stamped with approval
Dilemma sent, place letters in the box
Feather eloquent
Send them off with weathers messengers
Post Office offers services
Sentries who deliver mail
No matter what conditions might prevail
Men who catch a cold, dodge winter and snow
They envelope their way through life
What are words but air
Carried on the wind and backs of postal men
Let them fly, with a flake or two
With men who hide under clouds
Make deliveries through fog
What are sentences but ….
A group of words, air particles strung together
Composing a complete thought
They represent the meaning
Assigned to them in any weather
Created to fill in a need when snowflakes fall off
Sleep now. Don’t worry. Float away on granite minded clouds
Remember words when floating down and you drift off
Categories:
tie down, education, identity, image, snow,
Form:
Free verse
“From dust to dust”, they say
But that only involves the corporeal body
And the stuff we’ve collected over the years
Like books and clothes and houses and cars
And, and, and. . .
These leftovers can be passed from generation to generation
Or from friend to friend
Or just left behind
And they will eventually revert to dust
But
I trust
That the real me
Which thinks and loves;
Cries, and is attracted to all the above stuff
Is not made of dust
And therefore, will not return to dust
Spirit is a tricky thing to define;
To tie down with solid words
We share thoughts
And smiles and kisses and tears
So when I shed this body
The real me will go Beyond
To happily shake off the dust
And rejoin God
And leave behind
Traces of thoughts
And smiles and kisses and tears
I plan to remember you
And I hope
You will remember me
Categories:
tie down, death, love,
Form:
Narrative
RODRIGUEZ THE TINPOT DICTATOR
“Hello, my name is Rodriguez the tinpot dictator of South American country A. I came to power and made everyone a communist whether they liked it or not.
Those who disagreed disappeared. You see, I ain’t a bad man but as I’m in power I have to be firm and they’re no more.
Some call me Steel Balls as I go up against my country’s insurgents, in the pay of the Yanks, and tie down their capitalist forces in a futile war they can never win and I send the traitors’ families the bill for the bullets – pay up or die!
Everything went well till the Americans sent the Marines in and we beat them at first but now we are losing, so I’ll soon be out of a home and a job. I’ll find another country and take my cause to them, overthrow their government and be a dictator again.
Ill teach the Zionists a lesson and show them how a communist can fight.”
Categories:
tie down, america, character, corruption, crazy,
Form:
Free verse
Just about to thaw
Then the numbness blankets me
I thought we finally hit our stride
But it’s me who can’t seem to see
I’m the plague
The infection that spreads
Rusting the perfect simplicity
Taking captives and counting heads
I have to tie down the bodies
Make them stay with me
Just a matter of time
‘till they break free and flea
Why can’t I get the story straight
It’s that lullaby baby
You know it, but I changed it until it appealed to me
The one I’ve tortured into a hellish reality
Lay my head down
Wake up stone cold with warm insides
Wrapped in self-hate, liquid fire in my veins
Fumbling to iron out the stains
You can’t cool a feverish obsession
Just want to feel that high low
Addicted to running from rehab
Can’t outrun the shark you owe
I shed my pretty
Let you see the ugly side of me
The problem is now
I can’t hide behind that old reverie
Cast aside like a bad dream
I can’t seem to keep ‘em
They’ll just keep running from me
Because that pretty face has a rotten pedigree
I’m going to watch you drown
I think it was worse then when I clamped down
False hoping like a penny fool junkie
Chin up sweetheart it’s not your crown
Categories:
tie down, addiction, allusion, angst, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme