Best Very Loudly Poems
Another Christmas day is finally here
The very thought fills me with such fear
I have to try and control my old Aunty Mable
Once she hits the gin she gets very unstable
Uncle Arthur rushes in and opens the sherry
then sups half the bottle and gets really merry
He begins to sing carols at the top of his voice
I put up with the din… I don’t have much choice!
The last to arrive are old Gladys and Bert
Bert always wears his distasteful Santa shirt
Gladys walks through the door and starts to moan
I wish Bert would leave the old cow at home!
She whines from the moment she removes her coat
And heads for the sofa and grabs the remote
Demanding she has her dinner on her knee -
There’s some crap on the TV that she wants to see
I politely tell Gladys the dinner table is set
And the film will be repeated of that you can bet
So she sits at the table and picks at her starter
then moans very loudly to poor Uncle Arthur
The table’s soon laden with wonderful food
But Gladys is seething, she’s so blinking rude
She says the turkey’s tasteless and it's bone dry
So I pass her the gravy and I try not to cry
Bert finishes the bowl of chestnuts and sprouts
He’ll be passing foul wind in copious amounts
After rich figgy pud he crams in six mince pies …
It’s no wonder he’s gross with huge wobbly thighs
They descend on me each and every year
And eat all my food my wine and my beer
Then we open the gifts that lie under the tree
As per usual they bring just one present for me
Gladys has knitted me a horrendous jumper
it's two sizes too large, I just want to thump her
I dutifully put in on and I feign my delight …
but it will be in the rubbish bin later tonight!
At three we watch The Queen on the telly
Bert’s farting begins; the room gets so smelly
Within minute’s they’re snoring away in their chair
I retreat to the kitchen and silently swear
By the time they wake up all the dishes are done
The doorbell rings; thank god their taxi has come!
This is the LAST time they'll take advantage of me …
Cos I've booked a yule cruise on the Caribbean sea!
Fiction write
12/14/17
Categories:
very loudly, christmas, family, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
We are like children…
When they are tired,
When they are ready to rest,
They are ill…and upset-
and very loudly let us know
by all their expressions…
They cry, they pitch a temper fit…
All to get our attention.
They really want our welcoming arms,
our hugs and kisses and a good
little bed to fall asleep in.
God knows us so well,
He too, looks down and sees our needs.
He holds out his welcoming arms to
enclose us, to hold us…
Until the tempest has passed.
He loves us…We are His little children.
Categories:
very loudly, children, god, life, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
Dave...The armed robber
Bank robber
Back in sixty-three
Would leave me sleeping muvva
For much skullduggery
Raiding banks, petrol stations
And very auften...I swear
He even raided
The new joint
Called............ Mothercare
And wake his giant angel
Who very loudly snored
With booties bonnets mittens
And cardies, she adored
One day they got raided by many Old Bill
Dave got all panicked
Bout the money he did steal
Muvva said dont worry' i know the perfect place'
(she pulled out the chicken roasting)
A grin upon 'er face
She stuffed its hole with money
Whilst Dave let in, The Bill
She stood there trying not to grin
As Dave looked slightly ill
They searched high and low
Even toilet system
But never checked the fowl
Most glorious, which
Very smoothly glistened
They even praised Ma's roast
The aroma was devine
They said how they hoped
Theirs would be arf as fine
Off drove the coppers
Ma, Dave raced to the chicken
Pulled out all the dollar
Whilst happily finger licking
Categories:
very loudly, family, mother, nostalgia, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
I used to sing on the school bus,
Harmonise and everything, full blast,
Most of the others had strong voices,
And I would wish mine was cast.
Geoff the driver would put Radio Forth on,
And we’d all sing along very loudly;
There was nothing there to sing above,
No-one to distract or behave scornfully.
My mum told me off three times,
For singing in church normally and confidently,
As she needed me to have a place for her,
To nurture me and disciple me intelligently.
So since I was four, I've never really sung again,
In church, all dressed up and religious,
So I greatly appreciated those times on the bus,
When the others were about my voice zealous.
I remember Morvan who had Christian grandparents,
And George who really had a lovely voice,
And Keith who would join in whenever he wanted to,
And Kirsteen who thought she had no choice.
It was an offish old yellow mini bus,
With dark yellow and brown triangle seats,
So it reminded me of the yellow submarine,
And I looked forward to its shortcut cheats.
Categories:
very loudly, friendship, journey, kid, mother
Form:
Rhyme
They live in a world of silence
Yet they can hear remarkably well
For they hear with their hands
And their eyes speak volumes
Communication does not need to be verbal
Much can be said through action
Even more sometimes is said through inaction
Eyes have no ears, yet they hear all
For pity can be heard and felt
Fear of the unknown can be seen
Ignorance is not silent
It screams very loudly
The deaf may not hear a falling tree
Yet a smile sends them your laughter
A hug sends them your love
Tears show them your sadness
They most certainly hear,
The pity in your eyes
The ignorance when you avert your gaze
The feeling of being shut out, silenced even more
Talk to them with your hands
Silence to you, but wonderful conversation to them
Filled with emotion and action
Speak to them with your eyes, end their silence
They are deaf, not mute, not dumb
Simply quiet in a world of noise
Waiting for you to communicate
Waiting for you to finally hear their voice
Categories:
very loudly, health, people, social, world,
Form:
Free verse
Passing a cemetery gate I walked in I could see all the epitaphs chronicling deaths,
The dates were all times and seasons and there were little graves for little babies,
Daisies mark children's resting places their small hands used to make them into chains,
Other huge graves showed people struck down in the prime and evening of their lives.
As time passed the sun's last setting beams a smile on the mounds and shadows stretch,
The evening wind began to sigh among the branches of the many Yew trees very near by,
Death awaits all so we should try to understand that and look death calmly in the face,
His bony knuckles will be heard very loudly as they rattle our doors and beacon us away.
The grim reaper will be the forerunner of the next searching ordeal that is the judgment,
We look into our souls watching the compass of our lives to which way the needle trembles,
As the evening wore on I could see a lonely figure limping along jingling keys to lock up,
A tired old man in the December of his life waiting for a bony finger to show him the way.
Making my way to an inn I ordered a glass of port the gas mantles, dimmed into half light,
Thinking about my day an image of my lost brother came to mind and the pain still dug deep,
I could see him playing with toys in his room, dark shadows under his eyes still haunt me,
Maybe one day I will see the boney finger of my lost brother beaconing me to join him.
Categories:
very loudly, sad, brother, lost, brother,
Form:
Prose Poetry
COPYRIGHT-POETESS MRS. ANJALI DENANDEE,MOM
………………..
MY MADNESS
…………………
I run behind of a fox at the evening in the forest , alone…………..
then it enters in it’s shelter…………..
I can not see it then…………………
I stop then…………..
stand near of it’s shelter……………
and I shout then,like it’s tone……..
yes,it’s tone is my wellknown…………
hook – ka – hooya……………hook-ka-hooya…………hook-ka-hooya………..
after some tones, I stop , then………….
and watch the evening star………….
later , also the north star………………..
then run , alone,again……………
why , I do not know it , why,why,why?………………….
I watch then………….
some owls and bats fly and fly……………..
above of my head……………
then the moon is also on the above sky…………..
it gifts it’s free-light on my open-head……………….
then I say to all,’hi ! good evening !’……………
but they do not say me,’good evening’……….
why ? then I think and think……….
then all stars blink and blink………………
and I come back in my own shelter…………..
when return,then my mom says,……..
‘ I watch you, that, for somedays ,……………….
you are moving , at night ?
do you know the time ? now, it is p.m. 8 ................
why are you so late ?.................
now stand up on one leg ,yes, must on the right ,……………….
and hold own both ears by own both hands,………………….
on the open yard……………..
on the green-grassy- land ‘ …………………
then I stand up and enjoy the nice moon- rays…………
behind of me there stands our night-guard…………….
he nothing says ; ……………………
but inside of my shelter ,………
claps and claps , my little brother,then…………
after 15 minutes,my mom says,……
‘come inside,now,and wash own legs and hands’…………………….
I enter inside then………….
and hold my brother’s both ears by my own both hands…………..
and laugh very loudly……..
then he shouts too-loudly…………….
then my mom says loudly,……………………
’wash,your face,legs and hands , …………
go to wash room,quickly , now,go’………….
at this moment , her mobile rings………
krings…..krings…..krings……………..
and she says,’hello ! ‘ ……………….
yes, then I do not go to the wash room and again,………
I hold my brother’s ears……………
and come down his tears…………….
like the rain , ………………….
and then ………..
I laugh loudly………………
very proudly…………………
but mom can not say anything , then…………….
yes,she talks then……………………….
…………………………………………
Categories:
very loudly, happiness,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The pointed ears of a snail can be quite ornate really. Especially if adorned with precious stones as earrings. Buffaloes bulbous brows bear banging bunions. Marvellous. Just marvellous it is to watch the glass moving etiquette of a toque faced turtle necked triangular train man. And train men are neither neutral nor at an elevation of sixty feet for sixty feet are reserved items for the rare caterpillars whose boots are ordered from on line specialists particularly at festival moments of a calendar month. Months are neither mints nor metrosexual mines. If the stem of a flower is acidified then surely the dew from a mountainside would circumnavigate a pea. Coo coo a blossom bird is calling very very loudly like coo on a roof could be a complete song to sing. Coo coo coo then. Fantastic auric and radiating repetition of a coo. But not akin to a sauce. For sauces ate stripey bases of pans and swirled in an interesting light show of iridescent woven brown creases. Wow. Wow. And great. Eat then a canopy of tissues dangling from a stripped out washing line on a hill. Cheeses choosing coffee carefully, crispy crackers crumbling constantly. And the policy of a pelican us to peck prawn. How petrifying to be a small pink one. Oh dear. Playing then peck. Gone. Determined deletion determines deathly drive. And a stronghold of a striped shadow is coming over there and waving so wave at it. Go in wave. Out layer outfits organise official over oversized overspill objectives. And a fat cat laughs in the frying pan. Eating pizza in a bin on a petrol station forecourt is akin to a maggot laughing at a butterbean. And using a car ss a heater for multipurpose functions in a house is about as useful but as common as using a lawnmower to hoover the carpets. Sew that then. Hahaha the dancing of the bricks haha and no ho ho elephant wading birds xxxxx inconceivable z z z z z aaaacchooooo z.
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Categories:
very loudly, art,
Form:
A slice of is figment is not stone carved melon nor mould of moon cake nor is it moaning marbles moving momentously. It is fascinating to note that steam rolling over headlines using big heavy wheels can induce a certain amount of jelly, carbonated drinks, hexagonal fishcakes, and seaweed to jump from the cupboard climb out of packets and sing very loudly in simultaneous song. The voice of a vortex is a visionary visualising vivarium vicariously vibrating vocabulary. And all the while the little letters let linking lemurs laugh. Lemurs laugh lovingly and love is not an itemised bill with googly eyes nor is it a meter reading a tome. So all hail in a pail for a puffing puffin is chewing on a boiled sweet today. Hahaha millionaire millipede moving many mice. Hahaha a pair of eagle faces in skintight shirts prancing. Xxxxx synchronisation z z z z z at seven thirty six a m on a dusty humid track of a bathroom floor with no b side eclipse effect. Z
Categories:
very loudly, animal, appreciation,
Form:
Cobbles cooing collectively collaborating chaotically charmed churches. Steeple not a steep incline? And waltz with the vestry at noon prompt. But only when the sub sun is at a climax of a hundred. Kilowatt jewels then. Adorn the crown and relinquish a rebellious rift from fifteen rafts. Sail then. Ship no shape. A return in a rotating wind is a perfect journey to a sunken shrine. And game of chess is a great way to pass the time in a wind tunnel with no wind breaker. Don't give a beaker to a beak nor a funnel to a muzzle. And be aware that those that seek to shatter bolts will have to contend with the screws, the nails, and the drills jumping out from boxes. It is rather peculiar to sit and stare at a clod of earth then wish it away. So that the omission is far removed from a tainted terror of land combustion. But no busts. No way. No directional flow in a suit. Whichever way the flightless animal goes gossip ensures. And a frightened fish on a plate carefully caresses a potato chip. And the peas sigh very loudly in uniformed unison. Hahahaha organ grinder of third fortress flying hahahaha weaponry wheel whipping waves. Hahahaa tension tentacles. Hahaha drones delightfully drumming xxxxx incredulous z with p y q. Reporting live from point 8, 900, 9090.00000001. Ok. X
Categories:
very loudly, abuse, hair,
Form:
If and when a boarding pass equals an educational equilibrium then equators could sing. But Tiburon turbulent tuning turrets can often be misplaced and therefore undetected by a radar which measures over the same distance as abrogating and rotating iron tree. In a dress. Cluck clock click then meow very very very loudly. *** a giant fore bearer is a foretelling of intricately woven faith. Symbol not a worm. And work undergrowth like underwear. Wear then discard. It is the wash of the rain to stimulate the work no idolised hypothetical root. Oh and speak in solemn ways to a ninety degree angle of a archeological arch. No prominent bow is ever really removed. And no ant can really climb nor fly. Hesitation is not a great way of carrying weeding baskets across the lands. And wave always to talking boughs and boroughs for hendersfield is a spotty sporty tiger weaving across the land diagonally. So hahahaha feet on a train. Hahahahaha wild wielding whaling wasps whipping wheels. Hahahaha and a good great book with images. Diagonadtic dialogues. Dress dream dressed. And a pink pot smiles at a potato fried. Sink no number in a sum. Xxxxxx embryonic emblematic empty empire. Xxxxx superfluous starting stirring soup. Xxxxxx curvaceously z hyperthyroidism z
Categories:
very loudly, betrayal,
Form:
Christ the child has the right to hear his own name.
Has it come to this point that we shudder in shame?
Recall haughty Peter who did three times deny.
Is this His day or not? And if not, pray tell why?
Sneering hate and disdain conveyed in vague words.
They smear His soft visage in foul urine and turds.
Mankind turns rapacious, nary one second thought.
As they pay attention to the trinkets they bought.
Sacred shunted aside, forgotten, not sought.
Let us confer upon Him one great gift we can give.
Over all of the prayers we might say while we live.
Very loudly, proclaim Him to all ends of this earth!
Every creature kneels down. Bless the night of His birth.
Categories:
very loudly, holiday
Form:
Acrostic
Stand up and cheer very loudly if you know your a’s, b’s, and c’s.
Not so fast, Quinton, Hallie, Sammy, Tom, Brandon, and Kimberly.
Kindergarten is tough if you don’t know your letters or how to write pages, numbered.
Kindergarten is more like first grade used to be when your grandparents so lumbered.
Unfortunately, five is the new seven, because most of your peers have been in school 2 years
By the time these seasoned 5’s reach kindergarten, they are way ahead in knowledge, worksheets, and cheers.
They know the school song, the slogan, the principal, the vice, and both pledge of aliegences all by heart.
They are so far ahead of you who did not attend preschools, that it is not a very even start.
Just be aware that what you are learning is for your own good, and the good of your parents, but how?
When you grow up and you know so much stuff, hopefully you can begin taking care of them both now.
Categories:
very loudly, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Love is a pink fluffy blanket. Swimming in depths of hue then. Dramatically shimmering in a radiating shuffle dust. Light reflective beams gathers heat. From no bard nor board can this sensation ever be fully explained. Nor can it be rationalised, sensationalised or carried away by Mr. vulture. Mr vulture is neither a culture nor a cosmic clam. It is merely said to be the chomping of truth, beliefs and charisma. But baking a cheese and bean sandwich on a rainy day under a six mile umbrella is a feat best left reserved for an operatic donkey. Rest assured that eeoreing will assist the cheese to melt properly and at the correct heat. It is too the case that a bucket filled with freshly caught crabs can just jump off the jetty and escape in a mirage into the waves and foam. Oh dear. No crab canopy with jus today then fir Mr and Mrs ensemble de court. And always wise to curtsey in a tight fitting frock. Because the glitter glamour is a glittery game. And to enter is to entertain and to entertain is to shout sea crisp sea crisp very loudly when the vegetables parade by. Many hats equals many feet. Ha ha zoom bird brilliantly baking breaded boiled baskets hahahaha monstrosity moving mice monuments. Hahaha left o ers singing. Xxxxx amplifications' Z z Z
Categories:
very loudly, august, baseball, best friend,
Form:
We’ve done our weekly shopping
and I need to use the loo
arriving at the ladies
There is a massive queue
I stand in line cross legged
there are six in front of me
I wish people would hurry up
Cos I’m bursting for a pee
A mum arrives with her toddler
who is doing the wet knicker dance
she cries out very loudly
'I’ve gone and peed my pants'
We usher them in front of us
It’s the kindest thing to do
at least it’s only urine
and not a smelly pooh
Finally it’s my turn
and I sidle into the stall
then I notice the loo roll dispenser
which is fixed onto the wall
There’s a minute amount of toilet paper
poking out of the hole in the middle
I find emergency supplies in my handbag
I keep some spare to use when I piddle
My hubby will be patiently waiting
he’ll be playing spider solitare
next time I’m gonna use the gents loos
because there’s never a queue in there!
4/18/19
Categories:
very loudly, humorous, women,
Form:
Rhyme