Best Unsweet Poems
I suspect in my feckless youth my folks thought me rather slovenly,
Obnoxious, averse to work and associated with dubious company,
But Air Force sergeants dealt discipline with lingo at times unsweet,
Convincing me that life is easier if things are regular and complete!
They taught me to hang my clothes on hangers all facing the same way,
With buttons buttoned and shoes shined which I observe to this very day.
I prefer button-down collars; my pants must have a crease and pleat,
Because you see, I insist on things being regular and complete!
The Caddie DTS must be washed and waxed to a perfect sheen,
And when dining out, woe to the chef who screws up my cuisine!
My lawn must at all times be the best manicured on the street,
Because you see, I insist on things being regular and complete!
My barber must see that my eyebrows and hair are neatly trimmed.
The barkeep must serve my beer ice cold with all the suds skimmed.
I like folks who keep their word, show up on time and are discreet,
Because you see, I insist on things being regular and complete!
I detest cell phones and the 'magpies' who on them endlessly blather,
Especially when driving or dining; they work me into a seething lather!
I reckon some folks think me an old curmudgeon and rather off-beat,
But dad gum it, I insist on things being regular and complete!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
The day he took me to Starbucks
I figured I was gaining in luck
Then all he did was complain
How the coffee wasn't humane
It wasn't fit for human comsumption
The tasty treat was dry, their gumption
In serving such unpalatable treat
Oh well, another date now unsweet
Starbucks I still love you even though
Have to get decaffeinated coffee drink slow
Nathan thanks for the challenge
Contest: Coffee House
My love’s sole parts I’ll never itemize,
To hack and chop proves meet for butcher’s meat,
And corpses, coroners anatomize.
Why part my sweet when each sole part’s unsweet?
Remove a piece, and make a saint a beast,
Their nothingness proves unsubscribable.
Completes all peace, my love’s an always feast,
Her everything proves indescribable.
But perjury to swear against my actions!
My poems partly catalog her portions.
What mean I now to fear component fractions?
The truth's impeached to live with freed distortions.
My whole life’s dead if when I try her heart,
With soulless dread I prove I’m not a part.
The voice of a moth was all to come out
when I meant to to say I hate this life.
I meant to scream it with all the genetic coding
that allows such well developed emotions,
but what really happened in the time span of
those few seconds was a desperate little whimper
only the caged schnauzer
in a car at Wal-Mart could hear.
The poor little beast looked at me
knowing what I really meant
as I dropped my bottles of unsweet tea,
glass, liquid, pavement, all meshing around my feet
as I sighed at where my life had led me.
Cursing my way to the Honda I call home,
I saw the schnauzer call me a little priss
as he strained to reach the insufficient crack in the window.
While seeing his eyes close for the last time and
his bowels releasing themselves in his final act of defiance,
I wondered who the hell was I to complain.
She pours the beans in the most graceful way
Makes one think she has a way with the coffee beans.
There is triumph in the way she stirs.
The clinking of her spoon to the glass is music
Therapeutic to my feeble core.
No one does it better, I know.
The aroma, lacking her, is unappealing.
The sugar is unsweet if her hands not serving it.
That coffee in a bucks claiming to be a star
Is nothing to my world.
The warmth of mother's coffee is like her hands touching my soul
Yearning for a sip or a brew or a talk.
And the taste she knows not what my tongue desires
But by my heart in its brimming gratitude.
It binds firmly
Leaving no room to ramble
Of an unsweet taste it is
Yet in naivety we hasten to taste of it
Until the flesh of our tender hearts
Are scarred by its unrelenting grip
The memories forever tattooed on our souls
But then it becomes too late
Wriggling out becomes an utmost impossibility
A thought of breaking through is arrant nonsense
So we writhe in pain
Waiting for soothe to come
Endless the pain may seem
But only after a while, yea! a while
It unbinds itself
And gradually it does
Leaving room for the bruised flesh to heal
The scars however are indelible
A reminiscent of the shackles of love.
Making uneven faces as you sit displeased
Something unsweet has you sour
With adoration.I try to console
Beginning to hold, shockingly pushed away
What has become of us?
The navigators have become lost
This quest has changed us dramatically
She welcomes us into her husband's home,
Serves us with best dishes,
And refers to us as her beloved children
When daddy wants to get us new clothes,
He asks her to escort him to the great shopping center,
He says she makes better choices than our mother.
She takes us in,to sleep in her home
Whenever our father has gone on a journey,
And treats us just like one of our aunts.
When our father wants to make a decision,
He tells her the whole plan,
So that she can make the best decision.
Our sperm contributor compares her to our mummy
Saying she cooks more delicious food,
Than his wife's dirty and unsweet food.
When her children are sent home for school fees,
Daddy gives it to them,and they return to school.
While we stay at home, counting a week's stay.
He buys ice cream for her children,
And says they speak better English than us
And dance modernly unlike local us.
And when he wrote the will,
All daddy's property belonged to her.
The car,land ,cattle, business and children.
She wants us to love her like our own,
But to our faces,she's only a begging stranger-
Who wants to rob our mother of her family.
She wishes we could hug her with affection,
But our spirits are conservative,
Looking with disgust at her arrival.
She would like to have us for her children
But we belong to another woman.
She's only our father's wife!
Ampurire Anitah
By the mention of its name,
various ideas cross ur mind,
right from its bumpy body,
to its inner sore taste,
U decide on what to concentrate on,
U can see its use lyk medicine,
Digestion aid,cold control,
And even for some aids in sliming,
U can also see it in another way,
As unsweet,unhealthy,also ugly,
It upon u to decide whether to,
Have it as a lemon or ,
Modify it and make a lemonade,
The same case applies to ur life,
Many are the times it offers u
lemons in form of challenges,
So choose what to make out of what
u got!
Death be not proud
Life then takes not long
an ever felt pain
proud must not be
death
as a foe
cursed your existence is
a why question is born
left us unaided
careless you
unfair you
death not be
death be not
as now
your presence hated
unwanted
unsweet
be not proud
taking our loved ones so early
Oh
no
it is an ever felt pain
of death
that must not be proud.
Drencho POET Loads
My morning ritual cannot be called complete
Without cereal & coconut milk --unsweet! :-)
Oct. 8, 2023
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Coconuts Poetry Contest
Poetry Contest Deadline: Sunday, November 5, 2023
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
How disheartening and catastrophic a failure can be
seeing all falling apart before teary and frightful eyes
that shun all hope, it would be extremely hard
to rebuild what was lost to ashes, not having survived
brutal storms or any wind scattering them farther
and wider into a wilderness echoing with stark horror;
oh, hear the agony of a despairing heart that cries
seeking some consolation under the barest tree!
Never put dreams away, and wail your defeat;
lay them on golden wings and start their flight,
seek them whenever gloominess fills your darkest skies!
They will sparkle, they will turn into those lovely fireflies!
Enthusiasm can wane along with passion,
and if that happens what are your chances?
Love deeper, give more, and joy will be yours;
leave no unsweet kisses, no untrue smiles, no words unspoken!
Surrender only when certainty reflects reality,
and you can be sure that emotions wouldn't be contradictory!
Never put dreams away and think how foolish is to keep your belief;
the worst you can do is let them slip from your fingers,
here's another change: hold them tighter than jewels:
they will shine and give you the happiness you always dreamed of!
Let my life be filled with peace
Let me not be filled with anger
Let me not speak unkind words to sour someone else's soul
Let me always consider other's and be kind to those who crosses my way
Let my energy be positive and calm
Without causing other's any great harm
Let me think before I speak as I do not want
To smell or reek of anything unhealthy and Unsweet.
They lie in wait, a lie of state
A statement therein lies
The journey long that bears the song
Aloft to culmination
The strike is swift, the rest, the lift
Arresting once safe passage
And so is made, this tempting trade
For food of thought is fleeting
She rests attesting to this moment
No siren song but lilting
And in an instant instantly
A melody is risen
The aire is born for life, forlorn
And carried on the current
Survive the journey for the learning
Live to see the morrow
And where these two should meet unsweet
A moment left to capture
For all must eat lest they succumb
Benumbed to rote or rapture
population motivated
afterworld adversity
touchingly touchline
detested comrade
undeserving snitch
shoplift stimulated
firing you
unsweet vanquish
torn debilitating
satinpod drenched
occupation serviceable
calmly savour
salvation tablemate
conceptual thanksgiving
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 27–August 2, 2026)