Best Unhooked Poems
We were kissing behind the bike sheds
The future Mrs Bronte and I
Get yourselves up to see the head
We heard our teacher cry.
The headmaster said I'd gone too far
Practicing to save my future wife
I really shouldn't have unhooked your bra
Or given you the kiss of life.
We stood in his room in front of head
Our eyes looking down, both our faces bright red
Darren shifted nervously from side to side
Don’t worry Darren one day I’ll be your bride
I begged the head please don’t make us cool our ardour
In our biology practical we’d been told to try much harder
He said 'I was young once I’ll give you one more chance
I can’t stand in the way of a budding new romance'
Our classmates asked but we wouldn't tell
What the headmaster had to say
After school we stopped beside the wishing well
We passed along the way
We kissed each other then kissed our penny
Then watched the penny fall
The kisses we've shared over the years have been so many
We have no regrets at all.
16th May 2014
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson
Oh goodness the house is on fire,
And so is the one across the street,
And the one next door, I’m scared,
And frantic and overpowered with smoke!
I hear the fire crackling
And voices and feel intense heat,
I have to run, and save some
Of my treasures, they are irreplaceable,
Someone is shouting,
Get out of this house, I hear running feet,
Put a wet towel over my head
And head to the lounge which is Smokey,
Collect my first treasure an oil painting
Of my late parents, got to beat
This fire but there’s still more I need
To save, my religious icons from the
Spare bedroom and whilst I am there,
My favourite pink sneakers, repeat
After me I say to myself, ‘You’ll
Be fine’, must hurry - grab my laptop
With irreplaceable information and
My poetry soup poems, I hear someone greet
Me, a fireman, he tells me to leave,
But I still must find great Greek Grandma’s
Vase, whoops grabbed it, nearly dropped it
I blush and try to be discreet,
As I ripped off my pyjama pants,
They were scorched and hot, rush Jennifer
Rush, can’t take much more of this fire and heat,
Unhooked my degrees, as I turn, meet
The chief fireman who grabs my arm,
My word girl, this a command, leave
This house at once! Please there’s just one
More thing I must find, I say yes, but cheat
And turn back towards where half of the
House has burnt down, I have one-minute left!
Go back to my bedroom through fearsome flames,
Still have the wet towel on my head,
Save my gold trinket bracelet from my 21st,
And with newfound strength, run to the street,
I only have my pajama top and panties on
But covered with minor burns, bruises and soot,
From head to foot!
Happy as I lark, I couldn’t care for the rest,
And I saved what I wanted,
Risking my life and trying my best!
THANK GOODNESS MY FAMILY WERE NOT IN THE HOUSE!
ENTERING POETRY CONTEST – SEVEN THINGS YOU WOULD SAVE IF YOUR HOUSE WAS ON FIRE.
14/2/2019
"Stay away from darkness,
get back in the light,
dodge them nasty shielas,
and do it diddly dum right."
Darkness
Yes mate i know the darkness,
the sadness deep within,
had a flirting shiela, heartless,
drove me crazy, deeper sin,
she had a mother making plans,
to catch a rich man, for her daughter,
so I was cast aside again,
went bush, me life, to sort of?
A stray chick in the bar,
Said "toss her off your shoulder,"
Good advice, yes bloody sir,
Catch a new horse, fore I’m older,
We do serve time with people,
That we owe, for things of past,
Christine gave me everything,
Devoted to the last!
I swore an oath to remain unhooked,
Till death, the last sure path,
Me little heart is over wrought,
When women do depart :(
Don Johnson
~ A Rambling Poet ~
Contest Name A Poem, Please
Tranquil thoughts
breathing
of slow kissed sights
comforted
in expelling this light
languorous trembled gaze
A mask promising nothing
yet yearning to taste
now pushed aside
Risking this pull
stakes everything
Claims made
forever washing
though tears of ecstasy
now rolling free of
ducted bliss
trailed warmth of
cored beings
exquisite dripping
yets
Serenades of wanting
traveling through blood
as feather breathes
brushed lightness
thieves strength
floating in
washes of joyed right
Unaltered and bare
lured to charm
unhooked to potent need
she is lost
Silkily softness crushed in satin
drawn to slither tight
set free to embrace
crystal screams
shattered
in feathers graced might
Masked
to be nothing
revealed
in breathlessness
A leaf fell from the Maple tree;
Another from the Birch--
A dozen more unhooked themselves
From off their lofty perch.
Some fell to heaps upon the ground;
Others scattered on the breeze--
A few still clung tenaciously
To the nearly barren trees.
And I took the winter as a thief
Since it pillaged every tree--
Recalling just how green and full
The branches used to be.
But then I felt a drop, or two
Reminding me again--
That winter is no place for leaves,
But rather snow, and rain!
~M
THE MORNING WAS PLEASANT, THE WEATHER WAS FINE,
BREAKFAST OUT OF THE WAY, FISHING WAS ON MY MIND.
I’D WAITED ALL WEEK, BUT IT HAD FINALLY ARRIVED,
GOING FISHING AT LAST, THANK GOODNESS ALIVE.
WITH REEL IN MY HAND, TACKLE BY MY SIDE,
I HEADED ON OUT, NOT TOO LONG A RIDE.
TO THE LAKE I WAS GOING EARLY ON THIS MORN,
BEFORE DAYBREAK, AND BEFORE THE SUN WAS BORN.
WITH COOL DRINKS IN THE ICE CHEST, LISCENCE BY MY SIDE,
I’D BE OUT FISHING BEFORE A BABY BIRD CRIED.
GETTING TO THE LAKE, NO TROUBLE I HAD,
I LEARNED ALL THIS EARLY, STRAIGHT FROM MY DAD.
HE SAID, GO OUT EARLY, BRING THEM ON IN,
THAT’S WHEN YOU CATCH THEM, HE SAID WITH A GRIN.
I SURVEYED THE AREA, ALL GLOOM AND ASLEEP,
I’D CAST TOWARD THE MIDDLE, OUT WHERE IT WAS DEEP.
I PULL BACK MY ARM TO GET A GOOD SHOT,
BUT WHEN I WENT FORWARD’S THAT’S WHEN THINGS GOT HOT.
CAUGHT MY LINE ON A TREE BRANCH, LIKE TO BROKE MY ARM,
THOUGHT I HEARD SOME ONE SAY, NO FOUL NO HARM
WELL THAT MADE ME MAD, THAT’S WHEN THE TROUBLE BEGAN,
I YANKED AND I YANKED AND YANKED ONCE AGAIN.
NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRIED TO GET THE LINE FREE,
THAT DAD BOB BRANCH WOULDN’T GIVE IT BACK TO ME.
WELL, I THREW DOWN MY REEL, AND CLIMBED UP THAT TREE,
I COULD SEE IT WAS GOING TO BE TROUBLE TWEEN THAT BRANCH AND ME.
WELL I FINALLY CRAWLED OUT ON THAT BIG BRANCH.
FIXING TO GET MY WRAPPED UP LINE UNHOOKED, FAT CHANCE.
CAUSE ALL OF A SUDDEN AND MUCH TO MY SUPPRISE,
I WAS ON A HORNETS NEST, RIGHT THERE BEFORE MY EYES.
YOU TALK ABOUT PANIC, I THINK IT WAS TOO LATE,
CAUSE WHEN THEY STARTED UP, SEEMS THEY OPENED THE GATE.
LORD! I HOLLOWED OUT AS MY FEET HIT THE GROUND,
GET ME OUTTA THIS MESS AND MY LIFE I’LL KEEP SOUND.
THEM SUCKERS WAS POPPING ME, POPPING LIKE HECK,
I JUMPED IN THE LAKE, WAY OVER MY NECK.
SEEMED LIKE HOURS, BEFORE I HAD THE NERVE TO COME UP.
LUCKILY THEY WERE GONE, ME I WAS SOAKED LIKE A PUP.
I EASED TO MY TRUCK, GOT IN AND STARTED OUT FAST,
THEY CAN HAVE MY FISHING GEAR AND THEY CAN KISS MY FOOT.
Friends gathered to play 'Murder Mystery' online
Each person playing a role by game assigned.
One was a doctor, one was a teacher, one worker in nightclub,
With other roles assigned for fictitious group who met in a pub.
It was natural that each player used their own experiences
To provide color and meaning to the roles they played.
But the sense of déjà vu grew to eerie seances
As ghosts and reminiscences entwined, in play displayed.
The plot thickened and brewed like soup in a pot
Ingredient threads gathered together, refined when cooked.
Each player's own hateful intentions added spicy twists to the plot
That bypassed the script and set new outcome, with old ending unhooked.
Each player was suddenly aware they were scheming to kill in real life
The one person they all hated, and for past grave offences to avenge.
Strangely, that person was the nominated 'killer' who stabbed with knife
The play's victim in the script, who had threatened revenge.
The group had planned the perfect murder for the play's 'killer'
Who had innocently joined in the group's plot to murder him.
The game ended, and each player correctly identified the 'murderer'
A unanimous vote to knife the 'murderer', an 'Et tu, Brute' plot, gruesome and grim.
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So Im just sitting in this rehab class
trying to get myself unhooked on ass
so then my teacher asked me a question
like boy are you over there sexting
ha ha OMG LOL KIT Smiley faces X and Os LMFAO
my girl went through my cell phone
i said my girl went through my cell phone
So Im getting treated for my sex addiction
in my private clinic and I need you to be sensitive about my condition
cos Im in it to win it and I really dont want to further disappoint my fans
and my teachers a cougar so I wish shed lend a helping hand
damn, calm down, BBC TXT MSG
after class come with me and can I get a little bit of TLC
she replied what the f-ck
FYI youre gonna flunk
SMH its such a shame
you aint learned a damn thing
chorus
So Im sitting in the crib just chillin and Im minding my business
got a text with a tongue out from a number I didnt recognize
I replied who is this
quick back got a hit back
said this is Stacy and Ive been missing you
had to change my number so I went and got a new phone and new tattoo
a what, a new tattoo wow,
oh yeah, hurry click
can you send a nasty pic
so I can see right where it is
and I promise I wont show my friends (yeah right)
she replied, well ok BTW by the way
SMH its such a shame that you aint learned a damn thing
chorus
Her eyes blinked-
Sending a tear,
Down her cheek;
Her heart trampled-
Like a wild animal,
Held onto a leash;
The spring had come,
And with it came-
The sweet-smelling lavenders,
That hung low,
Seeing her sorrow-laden face.
'Don`t worry dear,
I`ll be back for you,
In a week`s time',
Thus he had said to her,
On a cold rainy night,
When the wind lashed-
Against the unhooked windows,
Making them dance,
On their hinges.
But the war went on,
And weeks turned into months,
And months into years,
Leaving not a minute;
For them in its clock.
The phone rang that morning;
She hurried down the stairs,
Slipping a step or two,
Hoping it to be-
Her dear partner.
She had been crying,
Ever since she picked up-
That mysterious call,
Which had made her,
Crack down on the floor;
For a sad call,
I`m sure it was.
Of course, he had come!
But why did his arrival,
Leave her lamenting?
There she sits-
On the cold floor-
Just in the middle-
Of the carpet-spreaded hall,
And beside her,
Lie her husband,
Soulless and cold,
In a well-built coffin.
And the war went on,
Seeing all this,
And creating-
Many soulless cold bodies,
And leaving all those-
Dear ones lamenting.
Blountville, Tenn - Police Report
A woman from Blountville’s East High
Accused of what she did deny
She said “search me- you can
Here, I’ll give you a hand”
The policeman said “Go on comply”
She quickly stepped out of her skirt
Next to come off was her shirt
Her bra then came unhooked
As the officers looked
Ever and always alert
She thought what disrobing would do
Distract them till they thought it true
If they saw no lost money
They would have to say “Honey
I guess that the thief wasn’t you”
She said “See I told you it’s true
An apology from you is due”
But the cops didn’t waiver
One said “Do us a favor
And kindly remove your left shoe”
And there in her shoe lay the bill
The fifty she took from the till
They said now get dressed
We were not that impressed
And she gave them a look that could kill
So what did we learn – let me see
The policeman in east Tennessee
Were not led astray
By this woman’s display
Could I say the same had it been me?
Uncle Mike
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Two
The day broke on this fateful date like gravestones pushed asunder
Transcontinental wagons hooted their humming blared thunder
The Faithful six million alerted to the confrontation
Made their way in unison to the muezzin’s call yonder
The lake’s squadrons of Bernache geese trumpeted in response
Took to swooping in formation along national routes dense
The Faithful abandoned their vehicles and bikes at will
Once they converged on the citadel at siege with incense
Even pole stars at noon hiding behind clouds claimed no rights
Congregations of men and women choked the portals’ lights
More than plain portables buzzed during sacred ablutions
Plane loads from Maghreb to Middle East had Orly in their sights
Even as the last words of chour sermon filled Faithful ears
Jellaba white under black overcoat chador black in tears
Strode out to form thick walls of human flesh like parapets
Sandwiched between Robo-Cops and theirs furies of chanting Dears
They came by plane by cars by buses till arteries choked
Till crammed railroads and metros screeched under loads unlocked
Clutching Hadith books they sang or murmured psalms and sayings
Pilgrims treading on well-worn Compostela routes unhooked
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
What was so different about that day?
We had met many times before.
Perhaps a spark had ignited
That we were unaware of
Until the fire swept us away,
Or the still waters of personal passion
Caught us in their hidden depths.
With the sun shining and you dressed in cream
It all seemed so bright and right
When our unprompted lips eagerly touched
And melted together with magnetic force.
Electricity was in the air that day
As nature stood gloriously still and silent
Blessing our sublime sacrament with awe.
Crossing the bridge into our own Garden of Eden
We tasted of the first fruit of knowledge.
Your unhooked bra let your milky white breasts
Tumble free,your crimson papillae pert and proud,
While you arched your back to receive me into your innermost sanctum.
Complete harmony ruled the celestial spheres
As we fused in holy and ecstatic union.
That mystical moment hallowed our bonding
For which we should really thank Providence
In providing sacred moments of pleasure
That we will forever treasure.
I turned around...should not have looked;
they all were there and set to go.
The time was set, the day was booked;
today would be the final show.
A tear came flowing down my cheek...
I turned around...should not have looked.
My heart was pounding, legs were weak,
and yet somehow, my mind was hooked.
That arm with claws was soon unhooked
to swivel, reach up high and crash.
I turned around...should not have looked
to watch it make that painful gash.
With digs and pulls...they tore it down.
My childhood home they came and took
to build a bridge from town to town.
I turned around...should not have looked.
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Contest: I Should Not Have Looked
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Judged: 06/14/2017
New York State claimed my childhood home
via eminent domain in 1960 and demolished it
to build the Newburgh-Beacon Bridge.
Catch and Release
Art of let go
A journey
to release, a practice
to detach
Nearly three decades capturing the fruits of Sowind
~ I’m forever grateful…..deepest gratitude
for this catch, unexpected gift
Ready to release
Release responsibilities
Release W2
Release trophy
Release hidden ego
Release calling: a call to stand up to the plate of my life
Release weighing of the fish
Release being strong
Delegate this post to someone in needs
Entrust this auroral light to a successor
let the ribbon of barbless hook unfurl gracefully
After all
The fish are
unhooked and returned to the Universe
A liberating release! A grateful release!
In maths class, when Debs unhooked her bra and pulled it out through her shirt sleeve!
My Most Unforgettable Moment In High school Poetry Contest
Sponsored by JCB Burl
09/06/20