Best Wet Behind The Ears Poems
"Sung In"
We are notes
on the tongue
of God
Each of us words
in a never ending
sentence
Music is math
God breathes us in
out of Time
We are but droplets
past and present
participles
wet behind the ears
unable to hear
the full melody
of
"what is this song?"
We move
punched out
perfect and yet wrong
holy and unholy
chords pulled tight
and we are automata running
under the pedals
of bare feet bleeding
playing a symphony
We do not fully understand
and we are slowly
beings being
low tides
caught in the ripped veil
sung in
blind
unseeing
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Radiohead - "Everything In Its Right Place" (slow version)
Artist: XavieRinato
https://youtu.be/B5mrbr5qTDQ
When in swanky restaurants, 'tis easy to daintily dine on cordon bleu,
But dining on lobster requires deft finesse without humiliating you!
For what its worth, I offer the following that I've learned o'er the years,
To show snobbish waiters you're really not all that wet behind the ears!
First of all, a wizened waiter will provide a bib if he's really on the job.
(Somehow, they perceive right away that you are a rather artless slob!)
When cracking open each morsel, some violent squirting may occur!
Should juice spritz the guy at the next table simply say, "Sorry sir"!
The hapless lobster is dissected in certain order to make the meal complete.
First, remove the claws, crack the shell with a claw cracker and remove the meat.
For this a fork is provided, then discard the shells in a bowl being discreet!
Next, twist the tail from the body and break off the flippers - those you musn't eat!
And now for the piece de resistance, that long anticipated holy grail,
(That you paid fifty-five bucks for!) - that scrumptious lobster's tail!
Insert a lobster fork into the flesh and gently ease it out of the shell.
(Sucking meat from the legs is optional - on that matter I will not dwell!)
A female lobster might contain a bit of roe considered a delicacy by some.
(If that is your fancy, quietly asking about the lobster's sex is the rule of thumb!)
Plunge lobster pieces in butter taking care not to let it run down your arm!
(Leaving a sizeable tip for the disaster you've created wouldn't do any harm!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
great aunt, kissed me yesterday
after bidding fond adieu's
to fleeting flashbacks of youth
streaks of invincibility
stiffened her spine when a gentleman came calling
courting her future
a legitimate suitor
awkward member in good standing of the
Chicago Fire Department
A man unaware of the elements due to generations of Irish breeding
mule, mick, jackass, workhorse, turf-cutter,
he responds to all equally
stones of rough leathered hands... make him free
to cast a roving eye, flash a quick smile
share a wink with a girl hanging laundry out back to dry
aunt kissed me today, longer
holding on to that sweet floating feeling
that anything might happen
and would
when the Holy Trinity cuts her a break
if Paddy can turn the other cheek
oblivious to water that Mary's mother threw off the back porch
onto his only brown suit
onto his pride
onto Halsted Street
bright Sunday morning in June
The triplets had ruse in motion
ascetic, etched from strict culture
preordained her new life of solitude
Paddy, fresh off the boat
wet behind the ears
soaked in shame
never came back
auntie grieved
unwed
will always kiss
This is the first in a trilogy of poems that comprise the first 2 years of big bens career as the Pittsburgh Steelers quarterback so sit back and enjoy.
I was at my favorite sports bar
Rooting on my favorite team
They were playing hard
Up on the big widescreen
The quarterback is the new guy
Still wet behind the ears
But each veteran he's played
He's sent away in tears
Our running backs are awesome
The best in the whole darn league
But when duce can't get it done
The bus drives through the other team
Our wide receivers Plax and ward
Know how to help us win
Now when they catch the ball
I crack a cheerful grin
Our defense is an iron wall
These guys are made of steel
When they finish with the other team
They think they'll lose their meal
We've won our whole division
We've also clinched the bye
To the Superbowl they're bound
It's there we'll do ore die
We'd better win that game
Or it'll have been a steel
The only way we'll lose
Is if we're deal a royal deal
Then I'd be heart broken
Without a bit of cheer
But I wouldn't let it show
I'd say we'll win next year
I know that won't happen
I can feel it in my bones
It's the other team you'll hear
Give out those fearless groans
So the next time you're a rooting
For your favorite team
Unless it's the Pittsburgh Steelers
It doesn't mean a thing
America…
wet behind the ears
our boys
soldiers screwed beyond their years
healthy “Kens”
displaced from their “Barbies and Babies”
KILL ‘EM ALL!
programmed to forget
about what ifs
ands
or maybes
SEEK AND DESTROY!
when deployed, "Boy go!"
Erase your youth
Ken
now you’re real damn men!
geddem’ G.I. JOE!
the present is your rifle
so don’t blink about the past
enemies are better dead
so spray them AK’s fast
ATTENTION!
now Private
grab the phone and tell your Mom
you’re comin’ home insane (or in a box)
like our boys in Vietnam!
The poems have been flowing like a river
Must take advantage while it happens
I think they say, “while the iron is hot!”
Other very familiar idioms like...
“A bigger bang for your buck” sure has sexual overtones
“Take the bit between your teeth”
Again, do they all have sexual overtones or is it me???
“Tail wagging the dog” uh-huh
How about, “Wet behind the ears!”
Sounds like someone has been keeping their tongue busy
I like, “Peter out”
Now if that doesn't conjure up an image
“Wouldn't touch that with a ten foot pole”
YIKES!!! I wish!
“A hard man is good to find!”
LOL! Nothing to add here!
“Make a clean breast of things!”
No explanation necessary here either!
“Middle for diddle”
Now this one should be at the top of the list
“Caught by the short curlies”
OUCH!!!
One last one...
“Keep it under your hat”
WOW! Now I'd sure like to see that!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
When I was only seventeen,
I met my darling Norma Jeane.
And I, still wet behind the ears,
Emboldened by too many beers,
Approached her and forgot my fears,
Became the envy of my peers -
But knew our love would end in tears.
And after many lonesome years,
I saw her on the silver screen -
And dreamed of how it could have been…
Using Duo-Rhyme, a form by Mary Ports, for Andrea’s Duo-Rhyme contest
I dreamed of you again
The first love of my youth
I wonder what takes me there
Exploring you again
Wondering how decades later
You still come to me
In my dreams.
I know we will never be together
Our lives so different now
But when I dream we are
And our love so strong.
I was just wet behind the ears
When I fell so hard
You just made me feel
Everything around me was new
The last time I saw you a gift you gave
Still friends we are some 35 plus years later
But you told me you loved me once more
And there was the closure I had needed
So many years before.
Then why does it happen again
What does it mean this time when
I dreamed of you again
In the cuddles of your memory I drown
You were a fluffy handsome breed
A personality brighter than brown
But your colour sealed your collar
In you this boy found a best friend
Lessie became lesser known
Your bark reverberated my childhood
Wagging your tail never a frown
Both of us still wet behind the ears
You never learned a single trick
I could never train you to sit,
But you could sure fetch a stick
You had such a fast dash
Catching a bird brought much joy
Nightly I prepared your dish
Brown, never once a bad boy
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Everyone will turn older
And your up to bat
Bases are all loaded
As the crowd roars Jack
3 balls, 2 strikes
and 49 on his back
Final game, final inning
And still down by two
The coach gives the signal,
You know what to do
Oh great, should he walk,
with a run guaranteed
He turns to the bench,
And what does he see
A trio of 30, 40, and a 60
Then he mumbles out loud,
no help from those three
The 30’s a rookie,
still wet behind the ears
The 40 hasn’t changed,
since his teenager years
The 60 has claimed,
she’s Queen of the hill-
Permanently perched at 45
throughout her golden years
So, it’s all up to him,
He must save the day-
The heck with 50 he says,
it’ll be a grand slam today !
Little upstart, young showboat
Lots of bluster full of gloat,
Been there minutes, thinks he knows,
Blind ambition and it shows.
They say he's bright and tough to boot,
Compared to me, now that's a hoot,
What's Yale and Harvard, simply names,
The constant ones he repeatedly proclaims.
As to the Navy, are we to be impressed,
He only served so he'd be thought best dressed;
The lawyer bit, now that brings on a shiver,
The very thought entwines my liver.
Now as to his wife,
I will admit she's rather nice,
But then let's pause to look at mine,
And tell me if she doesn't her outshine.
So there's no doubt whichever way you cut it,
I Trump this kid with character and wit,
He may be smart, but I'm the stable Genius,
Him all hot air, with me my smarts are intravenous.
As I ponder how I should react,
Knowing I’m the very best at tact,
I thought I'd stick to what I do so well,
While he drones on, I'll just my winning vision sell.
America needs me, not some kid wet behind the ears,
Whose monotone delivery brings us all to sleepy tears,
With me you get that vibrant lively spark
The choice quite clear, a Guppy or a Shark?
That Summer Heat That Stoked My Fires
There was that summer heat that stoked my fires-
Soft the winds blew, long the beauties reigned;
And then a dream came that burned into my desires,
Bringing on love that was real not feigned.
Hot sandy beach and an angel walking there,
One that swiftly entered my longing soul.
She was heaven with long flowing dark hair;
My brain cried, lets gamble, let the dice roll,
And fate granted my fevered wish that hot day.
For my boldness brought her hand to hold;
Days we spent within our dream, we did not stray,
Nor did we feel the winds that blow so cold.
Months of bliss, majestic nights under glowing moons-
Then without cause it all went to hell;
No more dancing, no more sweet musical tunes
Why it blew up, I to this day can not tell.
Hot summer dream ended and sadly so did our love-
Now to find that it was a beautiful fleeting grace,
I wonder was she, that angel, truly sent from above
To teach me in life, that great loss one must bravely face?
Robert J. Lindley, 1-25-2016
Note.-: Based upon a sad reality I faced as a young man
when I was still wet behind the ears... Ancient history....
Yet a memory burned in so deep.....
i had parents who drank and gambled and fought. and slowly those nights turned around so that things could never be the way that they were before.
a child in limbo. between the days of small childness and nights of knowing childness. a layer of atmosphere just big enough for a seven year old girl.
i imagine now how it would have felt if i were born on a different day, in a different year, a different house on a different street. the shift.
i could have walked through a childhood full of secure dreams, firmly rooting my feet and ankles in a future already bought.
i miss the danger of being young
i try to feel that anticipation again, not knowing whats waiting around the corner. thinking of adventure and exploration.
i try to discard the feelings of dread, of never knowing whats waiting for me when i get home. expecting rage and degradation.
my brain cant balance on this tight-rope, this wanting and knowing and fear.
i miss the danger of being young...
of being naive, green, a little wet behind the ears. of being sweet and untainted just wishing life would begin.
of being perfectly ignorant and loving it, a part of the greatest unknowing.
i miss the danger of being young and loved and safe and not expecting the world to fall apart. not yet, not yet.
when i was young ...
fill in the blank
as a matter of fact,
after you borrow the car, remember to fill it back up says dad
when i was young...
i'm drawing a blank
like the millions of chores i haven't remembered to do
when i was young...
BLAnk! BLank! Blank!
my parents would kill me if they new my tongue swayed like a sailor
when i was young... puberty was doubt
when i was young... and wet behind the ears
now life taught me how to dry off
when i was youn- wait... I'm catching myself
Doing the opposite of what i said i wouldn't do
thinking back on youth
when i was youthful i couldn't wait to be 21 and older
now the time has come
and i'm missing being 18 and younger
I went for a walk
I looked forward
To a book lying
Ready to read
Read; sitting on the porch
The road ahead
Clear as day
The sky opened up
The rain poured down
Poured down on me
The sun lighted up the rain
The bus driver floored it
As he passed me by
Wet; soaking wet
The rain stopped; suddently
I went by the stadium
The artificial turf shone with life
The sun hid behind a dark cloud
Now; I’m reading a book
Wet behind the ears
Sitting on the sofa