Best Up And Coming Poems
She pulls the puppets strings; and as he’s jerking all about;
She throws her voice to make him talk, with his face held in a pout.
He forgets that he’s a puppet; while out there on the stage;
The audience is pleased with him; he’s the up and coming rage.
The puppet sings a love song; with the strings he’s made to dance;
He’s made to speak the saddest words; about his lost romance.
Everybody sighs and giggles; but quietly under breath
They know this is a tragedy; they’re waiting for what’s left.
The puppet thinks he’s living; but the puppeteer don’t care;
She controls what’s going on and in this play there is no fair.
Dancing for the devil; he calls this little act;
Existing in a make believe; there’s nothing more than that.
Every night at bed time; the woman gives a smile;
She pokes him with a fingernail recently just filed.
And with a monotone that’s frigid; she says it’s time to hit the sack;
So she opens up her luggage bag; and then she puts him back.
Categories:
up and coming, allegory, angst, life,
Form:
Rhyme
My baby
is an up and coming young thing
My baby
got a lot of talent,
and boy can she really sing
My baby
got stage presence like nobody’s business
My baby
is gonna be a big, big star,
and have a lot of fans blowing her kisses
My baby
is gonna be on every magazine,
heard in every car
My baby
is gonna be a drop dead,
one big, big superstar
But me, myself ...
I’m not gonna go far
My baby and me
ain’t together no more
I sadly had to let her go,
told her to chase her dream
That’s what true love is,
that’s what it really mean
I couldn’t hold her back,
be onery selfish like that
I encouraged her to fly,
now look where she’s at
My baby
is turning into a big, big star
My baby
is quickly rising up the charts,
right straight to the moon
But me, myself ...
I’m not gonna leave
this small town none too soon
I know my baby
is gonna meet somebody else
in her star-studded world
But they better treat her right,
‘cause she was first my girl
My baby
is gonna be on every magazine,
heard in every car
My baby
is gonna be a big, big superstar
But me, myself ...
I’m not gonna go too far
People think I’m gonna be mad
at my baby, but they’re so wrong
My baby
said I was the first one to believe
And she’s gonna remember me,
sing about me in one of her hit songs
My baby told me
if there was anything I need,
to hit her up on the phone
My baby
is gonna go far, real far
My baby
is gonna be heard at Carnegie Hall,
and every honky tonk bar
My baby
is gonna be on every magazine,
heard in every car
My baby
is gonna be a drop dead,
one big, big superstar
But me, myself ...
I’m not gonna go far
I’m gonna be seeing the same ole faces
My baby
is gonna be seen in so many different places
I’m gonna be in this here same ole town
My baby
is gonna be jet set globetrotting all around
My baby
is gonna be a big, big superstar
But me, myself ...
I’m not gonna go too far
Categories:
up and coming, encouraging, lost love, song,
Form:
Lyric
Sometimes life's a competition of how far we can throw,
Or simply having the greatest mind to win an intelligence show.
Certainly, there is still one thing to know,
Even the toughest or smartest of man contains a piece of his heart that is soft as dough.
The variety of flavors and sizes we come in are wide and plentiful.
Underneath our regenerating skin is one pretty tough skull,
As we are all created from a genetic code that was once considered a solid whole.
Now remember each and every one of us contains a different life goal,
And even the craziest of extremes can seem like someone else's version of dull.
Even if we are children for the first time learning the ABC's,
Or possibly someone who has spent a lifetime beating up their knees.
Somewhere there is an expert teaching the up and coming rookies,
As the fact will always remain that we are all just a bunch of tough cookies.
Book: Perspective is the Objective
Categories:
up and coming, analogy, cheer up, cute,
Form:
Rhyme
There was a man:
He Rob the bank
And stole the cash
He shot a tank
And off he dash.
Across the street
And Into the town
He ran bare feet
Like a funny clown ??
The BBC never saw his face
The radio house never heard his voice
The papers had a blank space
The witness were all false.
Up and coming
I wrote with pen
Now everyone is asking
Who wrote this poem.
Categories:
up and coming, me, people, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
Got lost in a beautiful day
one of those days just
glad to be alive
to feel the warmth of the sun filled sky
the sunny breeze buzzing by
sparkling cloudless blues
bursting above and beyond
glint of greens
up-and-coming
energized by an infinite universe
a sense of airy amazement with nature
chirping and changing
crystal clear
fresh and free
picture perfect
hope
where nothing will ever be the same.
Categories:
up and coming, beautiful, day, nature, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Space Hoppers, Power Cuts, Texan Bars & Playschool,
Record Players, Tiny Tears, Ford Capri’s (I thought were cool),
Bag Puss, Mrs Thatch, Wonder Woman, Rainbow,
George, Zippy, Rod & Jane, Bungle - have I got them all?
Dial A Disc & Rotary phones, Vinyl Records, Space Dust,
John Travolta, Happy Days, Dolly Parton’s HUGE bust
Tape Recorders, TDK’s, Top 40 taped on Sundays
(Chatting ‘bout what’s Number 1, when back at school on Monday)
Baby Cham, & Chopper bikes, lava lamps and Spangles,
Fondue Sets, & Mateus Wine – (you tried your best to wangle)
Nitty Nora (the bug explorer), Izal toilet tissue -
(was unforgiving on your bum, and gave you ‘other’ issues)
J.R., Dallas, Dynasty, shoulder pads & bitching,
AIDS, the brand new STD, much more than just an itching
Grange Hill, Zammo, Heroin, ‘Just Say No’ they sang
Jools and Paula on The Tube, with up and coming bands
Rubik Cubes, & great big hair, Roller Boots & Pac Man,
New Romantics everywhere – Spandau Ballet, Duran Duran
Frankie Says, & Ra Ra Skirts, odd Fluorescent socks
Red Hot Chillis, posing nude, (‘cept socks upon their c**ks)
MADchester & Afflecks Palace, Bez in Happy Mondays,
Shaking his maracas - (looks like every day’s a fun day)
Acid House, illegal raves, yellow smiley faces
The strangest craze in 89? – Grolsch tops on Brosette’s laces
So many happy memories, you took for granted then,
A shame you can’t go back in time, and live it all again,
Will our kids look back in time with fondness like we do?
It seems that culture lost its way some time in '92...
Claire Bowl © 2014
Categories:
up and coming, humorous, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
EarthTribe justice She's the One
to give a call
for a whole lotta' fun!
Social justice She is One
if She can't do it
EcoPassion can.
Eco-Echo he's our Groom
born of not-not EcoWomb,
and He can't do without Her;
BeLoved's up and coming
Community.
EgoEco echoing One
if They can't do it
not-not PolyCultural can.
Peace with JustUs
they Be One
so give Earth a call
for this whole lotta' fun.
Categories:
up and coming, gender, humorous, math, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Care free driving down the lain,
sites of yesteryear refrain,
Children playing inn there yards,
Tattered houses somewhat scarred.
Traveling inn gay apparel,
Run across ORANGE BARREL!
Flashing arrows catch the I,
Must move over, lest ye dye!
Press the petal, ewes the brakes,
Up and coming, highway steaks!
Now between a garbage truck,
Driven bye a selfish schmuck,
Long lines, bumper two bumper.
Grate need of cable jumper!
Taxes payed on rode repair,
Hit the whole, say a prayer!
FISTS SHAKE
HORNS BLAIR,
"KNOW GO"
ANYWHERE!
Categories:
up and coming, leadership,
Form:
Rhyme
Ignorance Is Bliss
Here in Malaysia things are happening and citizens are rather concerned..
Besides the regular petty crimes and stories of the juicy kind ...
For the past year or so, this country has been embroiled in the 1MDB story.....
Then there is the matter of Goods Service Tax applied across the country...
Some folks are relatively unconcerned despite paying their income tax..
Hey, people! With the snowballing effects from Goods Service Tax....
Plus scandals galore involving the country and her deminishing wealth....
Everybody suffers, not just you and me, everyone you meet...
Of course some smarter one are even making more money...
Going by the government, it is just too bad it is not you or me....
And our ex PM is trying to do good despite his advanced years....
Not doing anything while he was PM and Najib was merely up and coming...
A case of trying to close the barn doors after the horses have bolted...
Crying bloody murder only when he found that the PM has a mind of his own...
Now that he is a PM, Najib is in power and looks to be in control...
Despite the many swirling accusations chipping away his reputation...
The PM is firmly in control and cries out it is all political prosecution...
On the ground, no wonder things are getting worse for the people..
The escalated cost of living with GST and large scale profiteering..
Depressed petroleum and rubber prices, we Malaysians are in trouble....
With accusing fingers being pointed at the PM from ruling government ...
And so much vitriol and regular negative news about this goverment....
Local news today are not worth reading for being so depressing...
And with the current political cat fighting, each political news is sickening...
Maybe one can play ignorant and be unconcerned for Ignorance is Bliss...
Malaysia Boleh.....
Categories:
up and coming, anxiety, betrayal, change, community,
Form:
Free verse
Some years back we launched a war, (WMDs) our aim
obliterated half a Country, dictator to blame
Years went by no end in sight, the battle raging on
the only one that gained a thing, capturing Sadam
4,000 plus, our bravest troops, came home as heroes gone
can't leave them unprotected, the fight continued on
Then not too many years ago, (seven comes to mind)
a new direction not well received, pull them all out blind
Let them all fend for themselves, and shrink our mighty force
sit back and watch how evil grows, just shake your head of course
New names added every year, terrorists growing strong
don't worry they're just "J V teams", they won't last very long
City after city fell, like cancer in the sands
our finest Military Leaders, relieved of their Commands
It's his way or the highway, no compromise to date
Countries now in shattered ruins, the people see their fate
We fought a battle , a just cause, not true the record shows
careful not to pick a fight, don't step on any toes
Remembering our alliances, tolerate, let them be
helped to keep the rest in check, Middle East to Tripoli
Terror spread like wind storms, throughout the middle east
those "J V" Teams have now become, "the belly of the Beast"
He picked the wrong side to destroy, and side with Arab Spring
all hell broke loose in Libya, Obama felt the sting
The Americans we lost that day, Ambassador and Team
up and coming Election sights, can't spoil Obamas dream
Secretary of State may help, ignore their pleas for aid
bury reasons they were there, as militants parade
Not the only tragedy, his Legacy will hold
never were transparencies, we see the truth unfold
Working on new History Books, keep them "tarnish free"
lot of "Firsts come with his name", and most we'll never see.....
Categories:
up and coming, america, conflict, history, patriotic,
Form:
Rhyme
I wish the best to you,
And to those that you hold dear;
And in everything you do,
In the up and coming year,
I hope it’s filled with cheer.
Happy New Year Contest - Written 12/30/11
Categories:
up and coming, family, friendship, happiness, health,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Girl, Who lied to you?
Who told you that being you just won't do?
Who told you that your flabby thighs and your big brown eyes were uncouth?
Who told you that you weren't pretty enough and that your skin was just too rough?
And I want to know who broke your spirit within, never to dream again...
to live again, to just be...
Where is the sparkle that burned like stars in the sky in your pretty brown eyes?
What about your sashay and sway, was it also taken away?
What about that gorgeous smile that one could see from a mile....
Away--it all disappeared day by day.
You see at first it was an internal decay...
Your joy, your praise, your graciousness, your faith..
Your gratitude was replaced by an attitude toward them, her and him..
What used to shine like a gem has now become dim.
And as your spirit became corrupt, volcanic lava began to erupt...
From the depths of your soul, into you...the natural you.
And now you want to be "Barbie".
Confined to this image propagated everyday
that constantly reminds you that being you ain't okay
"Watch those carbs!"
"Too much fat!"
"Count those calories!"
"You can't eat that!"
And now your mind is preoccupied with looking like "Miss Thing,"
That vision, hope, and destiny have no room to make you dream.
Not worrying about your future, or what legacy you'll leave...
Not worrying about the up and coming generation of women that will be left to
grieve...
Your loss..
But then have to pay the cost of your neglect and disrespect of yourself and others
Girls, Women, Mothers..
You're too busy trying to find "Mr. Right" when you should be finding you...
The you that lies inside the truth.
You see, your beauty is not limited to what lies on the surface but rather the spirit
that dwells within..
Your beauty is found in balance...
Your beauty is expressed through creativity...
Being you, Not being me, she or he...
He created you to be...
Creative, unique, purpose driven, free...
To give life, not cause strife...
Who Lied To You?
Poverty, Racism, Classism, Low and even No Self Esteem,
Ignorance, Your Past, and even Your Present Lied to You.
But don't be shaken, for you have now be awakened to the lies of your youth...
that been dispelled by the truth...
That is the proof...
That your beauty just like mine...
Has now been DISCOVERED!
Categories:
up and coming, faith, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form:
The constant is postponed,
by the fall of a silent army;
a cold welcoming is quickly followed.
A mind interrupts the concord,
supplying a nourishment of
indescribable strangeness.
The lack of neutrality intervenes
with the up and coming flow,
inviting a rude awakening.
The future is now submerged
with an uncomfortable past,
washing away any sort of obscurity.
Completing its sole function,
it quickly strives to leave with
the unmemorable aftertaste
of the conditioned body.
Categories:
up and coming, nature,
Form:
Imagism
First days are weightless,
Going up and coming down,
Rollercoaster glide.
Categories:
up and coming, love,
Form:
Haiku
Racing with the forces trying to keep ahead;
Missed some turns a while ago going straight instead.
The ghosts are out there watching shooting balls of fire;
I can see them as I’m passing singing like a choir.
The crock is shedding tears but its laughing liker a clown
Its face is in the windshield and I’m trying to run it down.
Don’t know much about a mother but life sure qualifies;
And you can keep those one room boxes down here in these mires.
Can’t imagine dropping anchor but sometimes I’ve slowed down;
Mostly when locked in loves embrace and listening for that sound.
Ahead I think I see it, an up and coming light
But it’s probably just the daylight that passes out the night
Categories:
up and coming, life,
Form:
Rhyme