Best Wannabees Poems
wildfire grips highland
like rolled furnace
exploding sparklers on night air
glares of blazed ecstasy crackle
leaves wear soot
while trees cough ashen blasts
For Debbie's Haiku Wannabees
by nette onclaud
Form: lune--5/3/5 WORDS perline
With President Trump, no country should mess
unless her leaders and citizenry crave hyper-stress
Two weeks in office, he’s reined in three socialist wannabees
Columbia, Mexico, Canada ~ already pleading, down on their knees
Melancholy
rainy season
grief, white hydrangeas
hungry caterpillar
A haikuette for “Haiku Wannabees”
PLEASE ALLOW ME TO REITERATE
THE THINGS WE DO TO MAKE LIFE GREAT
WE WALK THIS EARTH WITH FIVE GREAT SENSES
DON'T ABUSE THEM BY BUILDING FENCES
GO FORTH INTO YOUR FUTURE, LIVE YOUR LIFE ALIVE
OPEN UP YOUR VISION, TAKE IT ALL IN STRIDE
YOU DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO EVERYTHING YOU HEAR
THERE ARE THOSE AMONG US WHO INSIST WE LIVE IN FEAR
TAKE A LOOK AROUND YOU, SEE ALL THERE IS TO SEE
YOU DON'T HAVE TO ACT LIKE ALL THE WANNABEES
GO TO SCHOOL STUDY, YOU WILL TASTE SUCSESS
YOU WILL ACHIEVE A VICTORY, IF YOU APPLY YOUR BEST
SELECT YOUR BUDDIES WISELY, GO AHEAD STAY IN TOUCH
BEWARE OF THOSE AROUND YOU WHO DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU MUCH
YOU CAN SMELL THE ROSES, WATCH OUT FOR THE THORNES
LIFE IS TRULEY WONDERFUL IT'S THE REASON WE WERE BORN
As lightning strikes trees
birds scatter
fire spreads through forest.
*Lune* 5/3/5 syllables
CONTEST:"Haiku Wannabees " sponsored by Debbie Guzzi .
An empath is someone who can feel anothers energy and emotions,
and I have no doubt that there are some,
but most are con artists or superhero wannabees screaming for attention,
and others are simply people who have a very strong sense of intuition.
The remaining small percentage do possess this ability,
to feel the emotions of others and their energy,
but they aren't empaths with some psychic ability.
All other animals are empaths with empathic abilities,
It's hard wired in their brain, it's a survival neccessity.
Ancient early humans once too shared this ability,
but when we evolved our high intellect it was no longer of any need.
We could see with our eyes and judge everybody,
We could hear with our ears and know if others were angry.
There are no human empaths, not really,
only they with evolutionary excess baggage that hasn't vanished completely.
California is burning with scorching
blazes that destroy acres of land
and luxurious homes!
It's an Inferno where screams are too loud:
high winds have a wrathful force
and multiply dangers!
It's an evening without a red sunset...
trees fall and birds start fleeing:
beauty will turn into ashes!
Don't be brave, never try to fight a blaze:
escape from this burning hell
and pray for rain again!
Entered in Debbie Guzzi's contest,
"" Haiku Wannabees "
Written on 6/4/2013
......"Leave you slumpt on the dutty streets........
...I dunno where you from..But....thats how its done in east".....
Was what a pathetic chav so full of snide had once said
Those words turned prophetic once he'd knifed a lad to death.
An unpoetic wannabe gangsta
One deadbeat thuggery wanka
The Whideboy who couldn't rap
His lines wouldn't rhyme and his timing was crap
Who thinks a balaclava makes a man harder?
Only scared little wussies
An big fooking pussies
An pricks like gangsta wannabees.
So many ways he preys with a blade
When he got denied by a date
Then he tried his hand at her rape
Intimidation with no hesitation
Prisons waiting your destination
A God given blessing convenient
Knifes gone missing where it went
And the only witness except the late
Is the lowly convict and his mate
If the victim's slain and laid to rest
Makes it easier to blame self defence
Maybe he's a one off the rude sheep of the clan
Let's see how many more of his crews deep in the slam
I don't use words like SCUM lightly
It won't be untoward it's just and rightly
A quick flick through the dicks
Facebook wall told you it all
And gave me the answer
He's a wannabe gangsta, A TOTAL TOOL.
I bet he'll become a Love ***** in prison
Get really chub and give some bosom.
it was always one cloud away
what do you do when everyway is the right way
what do you do when everyway is the wrong way
i used to know
now i don't know which way to go
I'm on a race only the slow wins
staring eyes and thighs marked with resting thunderstruck chins
between the wannabees and the hasbeens the joker's makeup cracks and grins
one has to be deeply shallow
, to miss beauty packing down south to the marrow
now it's time for spiritual eyeliners to masquerade the sorrow
my tomorrow promised me a smile to borrow
my piper subconsciously dropped his flute
life is a beautiful dantelle scenery to pollute
my wisdom , a pack of pearls ravishing the curves , the silhouette of her memory
a collage of lame loose endings unquenchable scenery forms our silver lining gallery
what a waste
what a waste
when you eat but can't taste
when a whole lifetime slowly slips in haste
a ladder and bench
how romantic the subtitles are in french
between the word and the noise
it all lies on the make up, it all lies on the illusionary poise
Tamer Hossam
The Shoodbe-Wouldbe,Tobe-gottabe, Wannabees
By M. Griswold
11252021
Lush and moist are those Shoodbe-Wouldbees.
Sticky with choice is the Tobe-Gottabees.
Mix them together just so and what do you have.
A Shoodbe-Wouldbe-Tobe-Gottabee's quick healing salve.
Tobe used in extreme cases of sour quotations.
Doctoring them smartly of major vocal palpitations.
Butbe very careful when conjuring this talkative paste.
If concocted incorrectly, many a reverberations you will taste.
Let mebe straight and get right to the point here.
For I need tobe perfectly, perfectly, absolutly clear.
If to many Shoodbe-Wouldbees' are thrown into the mix.
And if one to many Tobe-Gottabe's are added, what happens next?
Maybe bunches of Shoodbe-Wouldbe-Tobe-Gottabee's that just tuned into Wannabees!
Whew....Then believe you me, you don't wanna see.
All those Shoodbe-Wouldbe-Tobe-Gottabee -Wannabees' run'n amuck.
Better duck your head or else you’ll get struck in all that Wannabee guck.
Wannabee guck is not lush nor moist to the touch.
It stinks to high heavens and is crusty, pretty much.
So make sure your mixtures are added up just right.
Cause there's already to many Wannabes' run'n around tonight.
All the soldiers stood proudly gleaming white,
For years they all were smiling bright,
Then one by one off they went to fight.
One by one by the enemy they were got,
And one by one they fell to toffee rot.
Sometimes it was by sheer neglect
Sometimes the cause was a fight.
Sometimes they took a good kicking,
But they sure did take some licking.
They carried on regardless as good soldiers do,
The years took toll yet some still rallied through.
For three score and ten the battle it did rage,
The enemy every one they did engage.
Both North and South they all stood tall.
Until finally the last rank they did fall,
The empty graves of the fallen saw with much dismay,
The final rank, with a simple yank, went sadly to the tray.
Now the barracks are all empty,
The guardroom it is closed.
Those brave and Pearly Sappers,
Will never again be snappers.
No plastic troops will take their place,
No walts or wannabees in that space
An empty cave will be their grave,
They served me well, all of them were smashers.
Now they're gone, I'll miss my lovely gnashers.
© Dave Timperley 20 May 2017
Country
Called American folk,
country music’s genre
caters to tough big-rig
cross-country truck drivers,
cowboy wannabees and
crooners; the blue-collar
corners of the country.
(Pleiades)
In South Africa, we imitate Thanksgiving, even "Black Friday!"
Is it business or American culture-wannabees
I hear awkward Howdys; "How U doing?" Narratives of "space ...customer care"
Just as plastic bags decorate sidewalks, veld, pretty cities. Krag, "power,"
Is out more than "on," and the same for water "Loadshedding,"
One of of very own phrases, as with 'State Capture' by WaBenzi
The newest tribe that found state funds for that German car!
Paula is the queen of the witches,
While some are just learning to fly.
Many are brewers of poetic broth,
And I sigh for Halloweens gone by.
There’s only so much space in the dark sky
On this single night of the year.
Some will pick up their brooms and jockey for room
While the rest of us cower in fear.
It’s only the brave or fool hardy
Who join witches on a Halloween.
Some would rather be scared than one who has dared
And then nevermore has been seen.
By: Joyce
Time is winding down
And the Big Game is ready to put a smile on a wintry frown
A Chief represents the A F see
While the 49ers are the National wannabees
Television has all the cameras set
And NFL’s new city are completing their bets
A six pack here and Doritos there
This has become a yankee tradition since people care
San Fran has its pans to handle
And the Chiefs being leaders are carrying the burning candles
Those looking for Callie fornia gold planted a three and the bay city nuggets look good indeed
Saint Patrick did not want any of that
When he added a seven-point end zone sequence before he sat
Then with a little luck St. Patrick was able to get back the ball and a three-point kick was made without a flaw
But those in greed had the need the roll down the field and score a Canadian major
Leveling this championship wager
Tied at ten the first half ended in a fast pace that should have been commended.
After the entertaining half time show
San Francisco came out on the go
First it was an innocent three
Followed by a ten-point lead
St Patrick threw it to the wrong man
And the Chiefs started to feel like they were in a jam
Then with the fourth quarter being played
The Chiefs went on a war path one could say
Putting together two good drives
That showed they were still alive
And then with only a pylon to worry about
The Mo town boys had a lot to shout about
Williams went in for the TD hurrah for Tom, Huck and Bet Key
And after a video review seven points were on the scoreboard
Making Mark Twain laugh and roar
They may not have an arch in the arrowhead
Just the Lombardi Trophy from the Packer guy who I remind you is dead
Congratulations Hunt family on the feat
That kept the Midwest with a stimulating heartbeat
Rural America this one is for you
Hopefully the winner is as true as the red, white and blue.