Best Unpleasantly Poems
Feeble, a word not often used
in this hi-def, mega bite world,
where almost anything can be done
with the tap of a fingertip,
the aged still feel feeble.
This crackled feeling runs along the rims
of brittle nails
and gray-white strands of hair.
The once svelte figures of maid or man,
now chose more often to crunch and snap,
as ligaments roll unpleasantly over joint heads.
The witty repartee of youth is replaced by a dazed look.
Yes, at this moment,
après gym and post nap
and pre chair massage a wobbling frailness
surrounds me in a weak chicken broth
of feebleness.
fingerless mits
cover bloodless palms –
weak spring sun
emotion: feeble
poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: How Do I Feel Today
Is there anyone who can explain to me
why someone in the Soup community
would gripe about those on the lists,
ranting on with their pen in clenched fist?
How important can the lists possibly be
to set someone's nerves off so repeatedly.
Why dwell upon them with such negativity,
screeching and wailing like a banshee?
I don't know what the fuss is all about,
but I certainly don't see a reason to pout.
If their name is not on the lists, no doubt,
could be they're just jealous as all get out.
I don't care who writes the most poetry.
I don't join contests for people to notice me,
but why do they impugn poets unpleasantly?
Just ignore the lists and drink some Chablis.
If you are guilty of this, take a drink or two
and put an end to your nagging like a shrew.
I'm weary of your protests and hullabaloo,
squawking all around the site like a cuckoo.
Contest themes give poets a place to start
silly limericks, or something from the heart.
You disparage them, tearing them apart,
but a poet's lines are treasured works of art.
What's it to you if poets want to compete?
Are you afraid that you'd go down in defeat?
Instead of bahing like a sheep with each bleat,
turn your sour scorning into something sweet.
You get poem of the day or poem of the week.
How quick you are to label yours with a tweak,
not the mark of one who's humble and meek.
It's a bit hypocritical. That would be my critique.
Entering contests is a poet's choice, not a crime.
If there's a laddered list poets wish to climb,
it's not right for you to sound off or chime.
Why don't you just find some other pastime?
I stood on the cobbled street
at midnight - gentle wafts of the Cassis vineyards
dancing on air, mixing, not unpleasantly,
with the bite of late December,
(reminding me fondly of my days writing in Paris,
and the trips my love and I made
to the countryside on long weekends,
for picnics and rest).
The sweet lull of a small choir
floated tenderly from the chapel nearby -
'O little town of Bethlehem' ...
coaxing even more poignant thoughts of childhood,
Christmases in the little church by the lake,
when all that mattered was
held inside my family's home at night,
warm and cared for and safe.
I looked up at the sharp glints
of winter suns, thinking how each
was a true-but-intangible thread of light
that tied me inexorably to all I needed and loved -
to all that I cared or worried about in the world now,
no matter where she had been taken away to ...
No matter where I now had to follow
to win her back.
So much effort
goes into feeling well...Man,
I’m exhausted! There’s nausea
from supplements, the squeak
and throb, Just One More Rep!~ exercising…
Man, I’m exhausted!
As much effort
going into relaxation – rush to get
things done (always a backup of
things); shuffle schedules, get sitters
for the animals – Man, I’m exhausted!
Even love, the chores, the cards,
the gifts, the emotional lifts...honey-does
seeming to have endless reserves,
never running short on pantries of
exhaustion.
Someday, probably, I’ll
wake-up, unpleasantly surprised
and find myself either stoking furnaces,
fluffing angel wings while polishing
the backside of clouds – Man, give me
a break!
Ouch!~ finally something I asked for….
L O U D
that’s M E
loneliness flickers on the tv screen
I may be L O U D
but I sniffle mostly on my own sleeve
M A N N E R S taught me
to wait for what crumbs fall
so I treat myself to
I S O L A T I O N
until I see R E D
then I explode
most unpleasantly
my sleeve shakes all over the place
and loudly I B A W L
unhappily
1/3/2019
MY LOUDEST FEELINGS/Sponsor - Caren Krutsinger
Walking under the rain I give up,
I give up with the smell of your worries,
with the way you smile
your completely untrue stories.
I give up with the taste of your two soft, red edges,
which are part of your mouth,
with the unpleasantly sharp taste of your lips.
I give up to let the phoenix
set fire to itself and born again,
raising from its ashes.
I give up with a satisfying meaning.
I will stop trying to guess
whether I'm here or there
I will stop doing my research
before I have completed it.
I will log out before being knocked out.
I will let that great affection
work with the reflexive pronoun "I".
I give up to let the ability to recover
quickly fill me in...body and heart
I give up with a pleasantly meaning
In just six weeks, I had three unnerving big scares
My angels must be surely working overtime upstairs
I thank you sincerely for keeping me unharmed
But I'm nervous and becoming increasingly alarmed
Is my time getting close God, are you giving me warning signs
To get my affairs in order, or am I reading between the lines
In the first incident a car almost ran me over while it reversed
My sister blared her horn her head and heart almost burst
The car stopping just two inches from me, oh so very close
I thank you my guardian angels, I'm not ready to say adios
Is my time getting close God, are you giving me warning signs
To get my affairs in order, or am I reading between the lines
The second incident involved two motorcycles speeding recklessly
Causing our cars to stop abruptly at high speeds so unpleasantly
I swerved to avoid hitting car in front, almost got hit from behind
Driving past the burning motorcycle, thanking angels in my mind
Is my time getting close God, are you giving me warning signs
To get my affairs in order, or am I reading between the lines
The third incident occurred while driving with my three sons and grand daughter
A deer collided with my car, maybe I need to douse myself in blessed holy water
We were shook up but uninjured, once again I looked to heavens above
I'm so deeply indebted angels for protecting me and the ones I love
Is my time getting close God, are you giving me warning signs
To get my affairs in order, or am I reading between the lines
~ I do hope that the theory that things happens in three's applies here ~
Heat Wave Hits the North
By Elton Camp
Heat makes the Yankees scream and shout
But they don’t know what weather’s about
For those people, who in the South reside
It can be unpleasantly hot and humid outside
But that’s the reason air conditioning is made
It’s not enough to sip mint julep in the shade
But in winter when Yankees slip and slide
Our weather is often still pleasant outside
So a northern heat wave makes me sneer
Just wait—they have even worse to fear
Living in the North is a terrible plight
On balance, our weather is a delight
So, before a fan you Yankees must sit
Wait to see how hot it’s gonna get
Heard upon the heavy, humid air,
now unpleasantly warm,
came further reverberating rumbles,
that proclaimed an approaching storm,
and we were made very much aware
Nature’s ire was evident,
as with bolts of forked lightning,
towering clouds were rent.
Seen in angriest dungeon,
as befits a brooding sky;
and mesmerised by her fury,
we watched, as it drew ever nigh.
But once her awesome power,
was unleashed upon the land,
our hypnotic trance was broken,
and we saw danger lurked to hand.
It was now the time to scatter;
to seek shelter where we could,
for thunderstorms can oft prove fatal,
if caught in open field or wood.
As we ran to seek our refuge:
we’d little time to spare,
we hoped her fury was short lived,
as lightning filled the air.
We knew we’d be acting foolish,
if the storm we’d think to brave,
so with safety our first concern,
twas our skin we sought to save.
Next calm air was pushed aside,
cyclonic down bursts seen:
whilst trees bowed their obeisance,
in the nearby wooded dene.
When overladen clouds then burst,
in sheets of solid rain,
so the humid air dispersed,
and the world was fresh again.
Next, when thunder clouds split asunder,
to leave the world clean and bright,
we saw skies in all their grandeur,
as shafts of golden light,
broke through the storm tossed clouds,
now fragmented and torn,
and as the sun emerged again,
we saw a world reborn.
Though thunderstorms intimidate,
such times we do adore,
for it is a time to savour:
despite our fear and awe.
Rhymer 10th August, 2016
4/10/17
Presently
You all stay in my memories
I wonder if my family and friends will remember me
And if not, then I'll just let it be
Respectfully
To you all I'm sending out positive vibes and energy
For the span of the century
Bless you all and may you remain heavenly
Hold on steadily
Think cleverly
While using every sensory
Especially when in times of jeopardy
After learning from something exemplary
Often I was doing things rudimentary
Yet effectively
Whether or not using some accessory
Due to habits and tendencies
Many times I bought alcohol and things from the dispensary
The cycle was going on endlessly
I've been my own worst enemy
Not always thinking sensibly
But rather recklessly
With my extemities, strength, determination, wisdom and integrity
Got to work towards serenity
While following my destiny
And occasionally taking time for reverie
Near and far from any effigy
Things happen unexpectedly
Sometimes involving complexity
Yet they just may turn out successfully
And lead to something amazing incredibly
That inspires you tremendously
Or it just may turn out unpleasantly
Objects moving at different trajectories
At speeds of more or less than seventy
Do not have intentions of treachery
Or jealousy
Over such pitiful and petty reasons essentially
I like learning new recipes
Regardless of if it has celery
Or sesame
Allegedly
Smart decisions and choices just may lead to longevity
By: Dalton Ogletree
Words don't cause hurt. Words have no true power.
Words can cause you to feel defeated but only if you allow it.
Call me every possible foul name that might come to your mind.
Insult the loss of a dear, departed loved one of mine'
Use your words to reflect and express all that you consider unkind.
It may work with others, but I pay it no mind.
Besides,
When ever anyone is rude to me, nasty with me, treating me unpleasantly,
or when addressing me feel the compultion to scream and shout,
I never take it personally and I mean that most sincerely.
I always give all of them the benefit of doubt.
No one consciously would treat me so miserably intentionally
so I give them all the benefit of doubt
that there's probably something going on
in their life that's gone wrong.
Something that I'll never ever know about.
Perhaps they're suffering the loss of a loved one or friend.
Perhaps a serious relationship has come to an end.
Maybe they're just having the worst day that they have ever known.
Maybe I just happened to be there when their fuse got blown,
or maybe they are just plain miserable and always will be.
You know what they say, Misery Loves Company.
Maybe they unconsciously want to make everyone as miserable as they.
I can allow that to happen or I can say No Way.
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There's always a reason why others do the things that they do
and there's no point in wasting energy trying to figure it all out.
and so for me I choose the path of least resistance,
I Give Everyone The Benefit Of Doubt.
...unless they truly cross the line. Then I Punch Their Lights Out.
Screeching their high piercing voices
Harmonically crying siblings huddle
Dominating
Manipulating
Producing their focus unpleasantly
Yet artfully
Dynamically
Their desires painful
…their new discovery for a toy
Conjured merciful knife-like screams
This …..Our children’s greed
Fueled by weakness within
Penetrating a caretakers soul
Acutely perceptive they knowingly outwit
Courage or no….caretakers want peace
Does spoiling children really matter
…..when one yearns for
PEACE AND QUIET?
How To Freak Out the Neighbors
By Elton Camp
In the news is a constant fuss
Government’s checking on us
We’ve been unpleasantly surprised
Our phones and e-mail scrutinized
Terrorists we don’t mind if they trace
A different view if at our home place
It would most surely astound us
If done to the neighbors around us
So here’s a fun trick that we can play
Our WiFi signal’s seen houses away
Panic may ensure if only you can
Name it “FBI Surveillance van”
The poem and poet merge on the page
And the cruel pandemic has its presence
Its nature strikes me with dark words of rage
Death teases humankind unpleasantly
Time's essence is so hard to understand
Mighty nature sweeps down on all nations
Disinfect your minds; sanitize your hands
Dare I make a bleak interpretation?
Masks adorn as they do at carnival
Protecting cute noses and speaking mouths
While the earth appears quite rechargeable
And the pandemic makes its way around
One day, the pandemic will go away
Who knows what nature wishes to convey?
Many people are not afraid to go
Back to work because they need to support
Hungry families with cute kids aglow
However, the pandemic risks to thwart
Dreams of those who invested their savings
Hoping to cash in on all of their work
For now people must resist their cravings
As savings disappear and the beast lurks
The weather, sunny as ever today
The countryside was a bright pleasure
Yet, the pandemic continued to play
Groups of nice youths could not get together
Cruel nature seemed different than before
As though it had a point to underscore
An irrational behavior squatter’s home,
Rattles hope and desires of a soul,
Requiring reengineering for survival ,
Otherwise it’s impossible to reach the goal.
Geniuses descend possessing,
A thought process defying the truth,
Narrates the story of disappointment,
Cremation of the souls blessing,
Energizing soothing misfortune turning life depressing
Catching eyes unpleasantly,
Enchanting for wealth and power,
Arousing bottom is sure,
Sensing at Zenith you bathe in this shower
Entangling your fortune at jeopardy,
Sophistication hurdles the simplicity and growths tower
Such thoughts should behold,
Understandings will only strike the point,
Celebration should be never ending,
Creating a unbreakable joint
Ending life’s in disappointed stance,
Seizing opportunities like anything for creating menace,
Such behavior is a poison for success known as “Arrogance”.