Best Unblocked Poems
*I've been called a 'shrew,' told I am self centered, petty, and a few other rather insulting and invective names, so here is my rebuke.
Who plays the straight man for the one known as 'Schmoe?'
It's the Jester who juggles where ever Schmoe tells him to go.
Then there's Mr. DoGoody who seeks the spotlight of fame,
reproaching PS poets by pointing his finger at them in shame.
Three fatuous figures who lie in wait for Poetry Soup blogs
Croaking like three pompous bullfrogs in criticizing dialogues
Verbal abusers, slanderer of a nation, and he who prances
hoping to give Schmoe, his bro, the stage... the lackey dances.
It's a tragic case of fools rushing in where wiser men never go
A disease suffered by the egos of DoGoody, Jester, and Schmoe
A threesome pretending they're Red Barons in control of awacs
but they're just three old wacky muggins, Poetry Soup Quacks.
Ask a question and see what nonsense they will spew at you
Swearing their intent is righteous, and their cause is true blue,
but the more they protest, the deeper the holes they are digging.
A misguided clique always zagging when they should be zigging.
So if you bother to read what they write, just consider this...
the underlying meaning to their dribble shows what's amiss.
It's a game they play...one where they often make mistakes
Nuts have to be added to the batter while making a fruitcake
Now if you're thinking I'm just as guilty for some name calling,
I'm ready to be under attack with their whining and squalling.
I've already been accused by DoGoody of talking behind his back...
So here I am, you're all unblocked if you want to talk more smack.
A quest to gain more knowledge, hoping answers to life's whys will be unlocked
Everyday I learn, perceive and reason, the path to answers will remain unblocked
8-23-2013
What makes you tick - contest
It's not about me,i know
You're just being polite.
It's not about you,
As i've been told,
You've never been right
In my doll house.
It's not about myself
My superior intelligence
Not your articulate speech
Nor your erect carriage
It's about our distinct sort of kind
We are both human beings.
Composed in related times
We may resemble each other
If not for ourselves
And each other's appearance
Committing crimes
In my doll house
It's about timing
Indefinite and continuous
I reckon the passage of it
Waiting for the right occasion
That hairbreadth's escape,
Your welcoming provocations.
Mine's an uncommon
Now and again
To brake is to slow
Past my homey little inn
Not to go door to door
Past my doll house.
It`s a pleasant feeling
Lying opposite to your view
Unblocked and honed in
In a house of our own
An asylum for offenders
With human frailties.
It's not about you i know
I'm just being polite
It's not about me
As i've been told
I've never been right
In my doll house.
I looked in the distance and saw it
That closed door leading to the unknown
In my somnolence I walked towards it
Slowly but surely to be reborn
I stood before the door contemplating
Like a Pandora’s Box it seemed to be
Whatever is behind it was indeed waiting
To be released from mystery in order to be
The door knob slowly and slowly it turns
Click! The lock has become unlocked
Wonder, excitement and anxiety churns
Curious forces push and all is unblocked
I peered and stepped in towards it
That Acacia tree with branches widespread
From all corners of Motherland they stood beneath it
Laughing and smiling exchanging fellowship bread
I joined them beneath this splendid Acacia tree
For three years it became my comfort
For three years its leaves sheltered me
For three years its wisdom and knowledge I got
Now as I step away from its shade
And receive with open arms its fruits
I open my eyes with awe then gaze
The dream surely lives and forever it shall be
Traffic cones here
traffic cones there
in Montreal
traffic cones are everywhere
Blocked
unblocked
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Blocked
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Blocked
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Blogged
unBlogged
Years ago God the Creator in facebook
Outright blocked knavish Satan the Crook.
When unblocked, anew he
A request sent in glee,
That God accepted by fluke !
Colored leaves shimmered in the rain
The beauty could not be washed away
Reflecting in calm dark waters,
a mirror of peace shined through anyway
The fog in silence, drifted around hardened rocks
As if hearts waited to be warmed and minds unblocked
Visual contrast came along with a blending,
as if a divide had now been crossed
Able to see each other's side with understanding
Light is found in darkness, not all is lost
Heidi Sands
10/14/24
(C)opyright
blinded by restraints
I tread upon new grasslands
swayed in virgin dew
my world changes hues
greeting positive musings
with rarest of hue
I found a trail, one of lit pumpkins here
Which is leading up to the haunted house
I followed them as I am truly dared
Then rain started to fall, quite a good douse
Just then a werewolf howled in the darkness
While the full moon is unblocked by the clouds
I make it to the porch, there’s no kindness
Claps and bangs from inside are all aloud
Lightning flashes showing a great dead tree
On the dark side yard of this fearful place
There are seeming loud whispers wanting me
When I turned around there’s a fearful face
I run, as fast as I can, through the yard
Looking over my shoulder as I do
I then trip over some wood that is charred
And fall in a grave with a ghostly boo
I try to get out, screaming as I try
Fearfully knowing I might be stuck there
And I find some roots that gets me out high
Avoiding headstones now, I left my dare
Russell Sivey
Underwear so varied
Unpublished, well, not now
Unconcealed, all can view
Uncovered, unashamed
Unblushing for the world
Unfurled, unblocked designs
Unchaste attitude girls
And boys/men
Online syllable counter
1Underwear so varied 6
2Unpublished, well, not now 6
3Unconcealed, all can view 6
4Uncovered, unashamed 6
5Unblushing for the world 6
6Unfurled, unblocked designs 6
7Unchaste attitude girls 6
Contest: Pleiades U
Date: 04/30/2021
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
My foolish heart has stuttered out of whack
And trailed off a regular beating track.
With smoking it did not align,
With drinking it did not comply,
Got sick of those and had a heart attack.
The surgeon triple bypassed it alright,
Unblocked the pipes and sewed it nice and tight.
With meds and zest for life combined
Smoking and booze it doesn’t mind,
My foolish heart tick tocks with renewed might.
February 10, 2021
Heartbroken, weak and unable
to resist,
These thoughts of you that
persist,
My head hurts trying to
desist,
My hand reaches for a quill as
eager fingers insist,
To write these words that my voice
is saying, they go like this,
In truth, your absence has brought
great relief, and your presence,
has been missed,
And in my memory, thoughts of you
will always exist,
But as I make new memories, both
old and new will learn to coexist,
Dark shadows wouldn’t last forever,
and in my own company, I look
forward to experiencing feelings
of long-awaited bliss.
So long as there’s space on the
canvas of life, the rivers of dreams
will continue to flow,
And with every breath I take
from the Valley of Hope, my smile
will again shine and glow.
By Zyrool
Camouflaged Beauty
Before ‘essence comes existence’ existential beauty in the
Eye of the beholder and in the making when fragments disperse
And grimy misunderstanding of what life is about to become is
United in shards of stained glass mosaic cleaned from smudge
Total eclipse of the mind in which philosophy confuses Yang
Yin with effortless unchallenged order un-troublesome trifle
In polar complements I trust and with shadow comes light
Nothing is ugly as silver lining may well turn to gold at the
Dawn a rainbow bowing in grace and distinguished disguise
Icicles trigger change warm reactive blood flow of heart mind
Soul spirit and essence once existence is lived agentic retold
Gripped by the thorns the horns that threaten to pierce
Unblocked restrictions lighten the load and point to the journey
Irritating no doubt but sufficient and necessary to turn black
Sludge of melancholic depression into what it holds beyond
Existential angst to savour and befriend it for what it contains
28th December 2016
FIRST LOVE
Her voice was as a bell tolled in soft motion
Chiming with her laughter
Trembling every liquid emotion
Till it overflowed its banks hereafter
And surged out, a new energy limitless,
Into the dimmed world, with perfume
From flowers blooming in my wilderness
From my dammed stream’s unblocked flume
And the stars shone anew
As the tears of joy and emancipation
Flowed more urgent, glistening dew
On the petals of adoration.
I used to block people for being rude, but this hurt me, so I unblocked them all.
I unblocked them at the same time, and I felt lighter, happier and lovelier.
Since that time I have only blocked one poet.
I blocked this person because what they said to me was borderline insane.
It was a threat, and it was ugly.
It was nonsensical, for I had not done what they said I had done.
I think they accused me of being unkind.
I reread my words to them, and knew they were not unkind.
It was not even a criticism. It was a compliment.
I blocked them because they claimed they wanted to “argue with me”.
I do not argue, even in person.
That is why you are blocked if you are the one poet I have blocked.