Best Wadded Poems
A symbol of respect, pride, and strength,
not to be ruffled, wadded, or soiled,
to be folded, unfurled, raised for all to see,
as in going into battle resounding victory.
Not to be tattered, torn, or burned in effigy,
rather a symbol of hope to those in bondage,
of hate for those who seek to enslave,
of patriotism to those who guard fiercely,
enshrined with those who died for liberty,
entrusted to each generation to decide its fate,
to be the most loved or most hated,
to be seen in every city, state, and on foreign soil,
wherever seen, America is found.
No other symbol rises above or would be allowed,
representing freedom, recognized the world round,
a powerful adversary to an enemy
a gentle giant to those who are represented.
A symbol of red and white,
with fifty shining stars on a field of blue,
call it a flag,
in reality it is you.
Categories:
wadded, history, inspirational, life, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Waste has worsened widespread.
World's oceans polluted.
Wonder throwaway mind
Wadded to poor beings
Wreckage of planes and trains
Wastage slash-and-burn seas
Worldbank work tackle trash
2nd place in the W Pleiades contest
Written: May 9, 2021
Pleiades W Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
Categories:
wadded, abuse, analogy, conflict, discrimination,
Form:
Verse
Dust clings to my suit caught
by wafts of imagined vapor,
until I drag, drag, down
the dunes and depressions.
The cold a new arm of guidance.
I’m supposed to be warm,
wadded in comfort lining
but cold, cold, makes me old.
While I wander, sucking my last
breaths of precious oxygen.
I lost my converter, where are you?
Lost my ride, my partner, you-o-you?
Lost my every present guide
on far off Earth, while I rustle
unable to cash in on cattle,
unable to renounce life.
Dingy, dinghy, dazed, and all done.
You got me. Bring me home.
And then the hey-yoouuuu, yodel
somewhere near, hail me, hallelujah!
Categories:
wadded, adventure, fate, future, lost,
Form:
Free verse
Mercy, Mercy… Mercy me
A light, white frosting
of snowflakes
Upon cardboard and
old soiled blankets
Streetlamps and neon signs
Light…empty… unfeeling
and bone chillingly cold
Plastic bottles and wadded bags
Holey sneakers wrapped
In filthy rags
Tortured dreams and
Muffled screams
And piercing, numbing cold
…Mercy, mercy, me…
Categories:
wadded, heartbreak, poverty,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
I see what's underneath ladies' skirts; their plump underpinnings and roundness.
I feel shoes scrape across my surface, the feel of a broom and the bold suck of a vacuum
Each piece of me becomes a bit tattered over the days and piece-worn over the years.
Those who made me wove in color and particles of their life; skin from their fingers linger.
The colors made them exclaim, "How bright the room looks. It's like a picture!"
I've felt writhing, passionate bodies roll onto me when there was no couch, and seen what others would not dare to think. If someone asked me, “Who?” I would lie.
I am filled with life, taken for granted and finally wadded up and thrown into a large trash bin
All my memories buried, gone. If they only knew.
But I'll I can do is lie.
KAB 3/12/11
Categories:
wadded, beauty, clothes, fantasy, irony,
Form:
Prose Poetry
On countrysides animal scurry along, leaving footprints
In the carbonized material of this planet.
Channel surfing & empty ink pens,
Pepsi & wadded up candy wrappers
All over the house remannts of LIFE
Breathing all over us.
LIFE moves over us like a rapist in some dark room
We somehow forgot about
In the brightest hours;
It leaves footprints
In the carbonized material of this skin.
Passing through streets burning with loneliness & boredom;
Sometime I often wonder about the perplexity
All of it stains upon our memory.
Midst preposterous pink & turquoise blue color
Our LIFE begins to petal,
slightly bruised.
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Categories:
wadded, life
Form:
lone whale wadded in the sea
all it meets are small fish
it makes noise for attention
but no whale-mate appears
when a trailer came passing
it chased after it with hope
only to end up in the trap
Categories:
wadded, friendship, metaphor, power,
Form:
Elegy
Elixers, emulsions, powders and lotions,
spread on the counter like a fleet on an ocean.
It’s those bathroom battles that I still see,
ground that was lost, or a quiet victory.
A bloodless conflict, I must concede,
But battle lines drawn in a battle indeed.
We circle each other like birds of prey,
thinking of that explosive day
that we both know will come with a great thrill
when like raptors we swoop in for the kill.
For space to be had that doesn’t exist,
ironies aplenty, it’s life with a twist.
Irons and curlers and blow dryers too,
for goodness sake, what’s a man supposed to do?
At every visit I eyeball the hair
that grows by the day, stuck to the “Skin Care.”
Things wadded up in the waste basket,
oft overflowing like a yawning casket.
A place for dead things, unmentionables too,
then I think of my vows when I said “I love you”.
If a couple survives bathroom things,
chances are good they’ll keep wearing their rings.
But half of that space should be for the groom,
for heaven's sake, I too need room.
Categories:
wadded, funnyspace,
Form:
The Offering Plate
The offering plate
started at row one
I was in row ten.
I reached in my pants
knowing I had a five
down there somewhere.
I pulled a crumpled wad
from my pocket.
A receipt from MacDonalds,
couple of one's and a----
"ten"!
I jammed my fists back
into both pockets.
Where was it,
that five that I was
so generously going to give.
Monuments and statues
were to be
erected in my honor
for the noble contribution
of that five.
"But ten?"
Did God really need
that extra five,
more than I did?
Thinking about the
theological and
the existential implications
hurt my head.
The plate was starting
the second row.
Going from one generous hand
to the other.
Five is one thing,
but ten?
I smoothed out
the wadded ten,
as I tightened my grip on it.
The plate was
on row four.
The passing plate
seemed to accelerate.
Do I give it?
I saw my monuments
and statues crumble
right before my eyes.
The plate was
at row six.
What happened to
row five?
My heart quickened,
the breathing became
more shallow.
My fingers held tightly
to the ten like it was
my only child.
The plate was steaming
along row eight,
like a piston,
faster and faster.
My eyes darted between
the plate and the ten,
as my grip tightened
like a vise.
Beads of sweat
began to appear.
My mind raced,
ten or no ten.
Righteous obedience
or succulent avarice.
The plate has now
cleared row nine.
It feels like
my eternity hangs
in the balance.
The plate comes
to me.
With gritted teeth,
and gritted heart,
I drop the ten in.
The ten snuggles
into the plate,
up next to a "twenty."
It's funny,
but ï didn't hear
the Hallelujah chorus
as the ten left my hand.
Nor did I hear: "Well
done my good
and faithful servant."
The offering plate continued
it's one way journey.
Songs were sang,
the preacher preached.
One last question
entered my little mind:
Was God impressed,
or embarrassed?
5-7-17
Categories:
wadded, conflict, funny, irony, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
Virgin Oil encased
Oregano, Basil & Thyme
Fragrance ascend
Blond strands flyway
Garlic Shards dancing
Swim in the wind
Pulsing Beef Stake
Red River Flowing
Seeds flooding
Tightly-wadded
Expertly wound
Wasp-hive
Atop her head
Angel hair pasta
Categories:
wadded, food, wife
Form:
Light Verse
I dreamed I accidentally bought two expensive tickets to a musical play about Thomas Jefferson, then figured, what the hell, Rhonda and I might as well go. Then an ex showed up, someone I get along with fine to this day, but I was surprised in the dream that she screamed horrible curses at me.
As I was walking over a drum bridge at a zoo, I realized I had to take care of the Jefferson tickets which I'd wadded up and put in my right-hand pocket, the one with the hole in it. Fortunately it hadn't fallen through the hole, so I took the two attached tickets and tried to unwad them and smooth them out on the bridge's railing, but the tickets preferred to stay wadded up.
As I was waking up, something smelled like it was cooking and I momentarily wondered if I'd left the stove on the night before when I made spring-burgers. But the radio was on and they said the reason the atmosphere stank of barbecue was towns around Puget Sound were being "smoked" by forest fires in British Columbia. So good, I hadn't left the stove top on, I could relax.
I'd been up most of the night and hadn't gone to bed until about 4:30, so I fell back to sleep and dreamed I was wandering the countryside with the ghost of Johnny Cash. He was so pleasant. I was so happy to be with him. I wasn't sure he was dead, because here we were together, I must've misremembered. It's not my usual sort of dream, a happy one that is.
I didn't wake up until ten. Went down stairs and discovered the oven was on! Rhonda had put a big slice of apple pie in there hours earlier, then went off to work forgetting about it. Surprisingly it wasn't burned. It was dehydrated and flattened into a crispy apple tart. So I ate it.
Categories:
wadded, dream, food, friend, happy,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Eutectic water ice with a time-extending elixir,
Casting a trivial covering of aqueous freezing.
In the puncture spirits of an exquisite spritzer,
The Esophagus of a beat glass, sublimating.
Casting a trivial covering of aqueous freezing,
Wadded ash fills slander odious minds' breath.
The Esophagus of a beat glass, sublimating,
Vast flows of roses were built by the breadth.
Wadded ash fills slander odious minds' breath,
Feudal grief waves of cosmic spirits slayed.
Vast flows of roses were built by a breadth,
Memory eye is blinded by the soul conveyed.
Feudal grief waves of cosmic spirits slayed,
Her blood pours odorless love glass blossom.
Memory eye is blinded by the soul conveyed,
A silk heart buried in the onyx city of bloom
Her blood pours odorless love glass blossom,
Ice-cold skin, the disappearance of the spirit.
A silk heart buried in the onyx city of bloom,
Melding in the red rain of the horizon demerit.
Ice-cold skin, the disappearance of the spirit,
In the puncture spirits of an exquisite spritzer.
Melding in the red rain of the horizon demerit,
Eutectic water ice with a time-extending elixir.
Written: May 17, 2022
Categories:
wadded, analogy, caregiving, cute love,
Form:
Pantoum
The older I get the less that I fret
With my panties wadded up in a tizzy
As anyone could see I used to be
A mini-me of Dizzy Gillespie
I'd huff and I'd puff when I'd had enough
Like some Big Bad Wolf in a fable
Then let it all fly as the steam in me would rise
Right on time, here comes Old Faithful
No one hanging around at the bubbling sound
As it came close to the rim
No need to wait for the show, see you later gotta go
Afraid by flying debris they'd be hit
Thankfully those years are long gone as I've learned to calm down
Although I still have my moments
My family looks at me quite suspiciously
When I turn on the news at 6
Categories:
wadded, anger, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Cast aside are my crumpled thoughts,
lain strewn about the overflowing bin.
Each one representing a moment sought,
a idea gone awry, to be rewritten.
Crushed into balls of jagged course,
cast aside are my crumpled thoughts.
Tossed in the general direction with remorse.
A bounce and rebound off a rim shot.
Balled up in disgust, added to the lot,
Ink now wadded, bent out of recognition,
Cast aside are my crumpled thoughts,
as I try to write a new rendition.
Some destined to be undone, reconsidered,
the rest suffer in their friends lot.
More will follow, my pen embittered,
cast aside are my crumpled thoughts.
For the contest: Play Ball
Sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
Placement: 3rd
Categories:
wadded, on writing and words
Form:
Quatern
The nights shadows scurry from the dawns arrogant light,
as I stand on this ledge, pondering flight...
What does it matter anyway?
Tomorrow will be just like today...
The bridge is now only ash and dust...
I have no credibility. I have no trust...
My life is wadded on the floor you see...
I have nothing or no one... Not even me...
Please give me one reason to go on...
Please give me the lyrics to that forgotten song...
No need to point out my desperate wrongs...
Just say goodbye, but don't be long...
Categories:
wadded, goodbye,
Form:
Free verse