Best What The Hell Poems
Velvet fell from the SKY ON a Boston day by the bay
Cotton caressed thy lips gentility so that you might sigh
While you tried to convince me you and I could beg to fly
Suddenly uncertainty and fearfulness drew night but I never knew why
Other people opined they were warm yet I was cold
I longed to see my arms open wide for you to thusly hold
The woman who tutored ancient men how to produce gold
No statue crafted of such solemnity to behold
To heartbeats beat as one neither ever to cry
Hand in had that old man called us lovebirds flying high
And you with gold shimmering in the wind with which you vie
When the moon that night told you to tell me goodbye
The darkened sky stared right at me
And whatever it asked I would cauIdally comply
They ordered me a way, take to the run and flee
And never even knew fu****g why
(c) 2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
War, Evil Beast, Just What The Hell Is It Good For
War the Evil Beast what the Hell is it good for
A calamity brings death and great destruction.
Nation against nation, death and misery scores
Onto mankind all its deep savagery it pours.
A darkened force that wipes away precious life
Destroys our happiness, kills the innocent kids.
Ghastly the power unleashed and tragic strife
In Germany the Jews into dark cellars hid.
War gifts battlefields strewn with the dying and dead
The wailing and gnashing of teeth, wars black reward.
Torn up battle fields were brave men and women bled
Pain and suffering, written about by brave Bards.
O' Lord pray we thy light, wonderful saving grace.
We plead, stop insanity in the human race!
Robert J. Lindley,
Dark Sonnet, April 20th, 1973
age 19
Note-
In my small town there were two young men that tragically died in that war.
sad but Teddy Talley , a nineteen year old, a young man from my hometown died there.
Back then there were thousands of our citizens that cried we shouldn't be there.
As I sit tonight, of all nights
I think, what the hell!?
As I smoke and drink and smoke and
drink,
I think what the hell,
I cant finish,
I cant start
and I cant love
without dying over and over
Gameover.
I am bad at the game of love,
a poker match with high stacks
the girl is the pot
and I bet all in
I fold.
Get out of town,
live a little,
drive a car into a bridge,
drown in water with stones in my pockets,
a metaphoric death,
Virginia Woolf I love you,
kiss me off!
Game over,
I lost again,
what the hell,
what cant I get right
I always lose.
Not in Poetry though,
And those so-called fans clap for me,
when I light another cigarette
and die with the stoke of a pen to paper.
They eat my **** up
and I sit and think
What the Hell!?
My stuff isn't even that good...
goodnight...
Why is the “p” silent in receipt?
Why is “no” not the same as “know,”
Or “new” and “knew?”
And if someone says “there,”
Why do we know
They don’t mean “their” or “they’re?”
I read a note from a redneck up yonder
Said “Hay man, ya got a doller?”
Well I don’t, not that I’d give it to ‘em anyway.
(Probably makes more than me too)
I s’pose he couldn’t talk a lick, hence the note.
Some say I talk funny in these here parts,
but what would one expect
from a Yankee from ‘hia anyhow?
Everybody knows everybody here
‘cause I think they’s all related somehow.
The lady down the street, I swear
is married to her daddy,
her grandfather also her step-uncle.
Jack down the road is all in a tizzy
wondrin’ who’s yer daddy.
Up in Minnesota I found
a word can take half-hour from start to end
where a soda is a pop… there is no spelling
of which I can describe – can you?
But I met a man from Harvard t’other day
asked him “’scuse me sir, where’s the library at?”
With pomp and serious demeanor he says to me,
“Here at Harvard, we never
end a sentence in a preposition.”
So I says to the prep, “OK, where’s the library at…
*******!”
The grand, half-ruined Parthenon,
once a sublime, Doric grace,
Even now, in broken, stone blocks,
always takes my breath away.
The rich, classical detail,
fluted columns without plinths,
to imagine what it once was,
the mind can’t even begin…
That towering Coliseum,
the great masterpiece of Rome,
even half gone it’s staggering,
to be so tall, but made in stone.
Go down to the domed Pantheon,
still so perfect to this day,
these are not just random buildings,
they stand with something to say.
And those long, Gothic cathedrals,
so ornate and yet so light,
stained glass alone is enough
to make these churches a sight!
But all of that fine tracery,
those magnificent cravings,
the rows of flying buttresses,
inspire the soul to sing.
The Byzantines and their tiles,
Tudor masonry and wood,
Romanesque with its arches,
Art Decco looks oh-so-good,
Baroque with all its fussiness,
Victorians with their quirks,
Renaissance sports Italian flare,
Palladian’s subtle pleasures…
And yet in Albany, New York,
there stands the featureless ‘egg,’
That’s its name and its resemblance,
I am not pulling your leg.
No decoration, no windows,
as it stands there in the sun,
people call it ‘modernist,’
I call it ‘concrete abortion.’
Worse is the post-modern trash,
theaters shaped like hunks of cheese,
painted pink, spattered with portholes,
a mad-man’s monstrosity.
That is the product of our skills?
That is how we would inspire?
By building things that look like they
have been melted in a fire?!
They bulldoze down our heritage
to throw up more of these things?
And the big-wigs who approved this,
what the hell are you thinking?!
If these buildings of the future
are to have no beauty or class,
then you can keep ‘modernity,’
I’ll gladly live in the past.
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
What the hell does it mean!
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
What the hell does it mean!
Two loves together make one lover life,
and one and one kiss, take two kisses,
it makes one love and one love into one love,
It is confusing,
and it tears your heart with envy,
it makes you laugh,
and it makes you cry,
it makes two feelings into one,
the good, and the bad come in one.
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
a kiss and a playful hug,
love kisses love and love blushes and kisses back,
the bite of the lip,
love melts in love's heart.
love and love- together,
and kiss and kiss and kiss,
love love,
love love,
love love,
Cupid's arrow is love,
and the bosom of her heart is love,
and arrow strikes, taking a piece of your heart,
and love takes place,
hypnotism,
rubbish love, love, love,
a kiss,
a pinch,
a hug,
a slap,
and thump,
a beat,
a sound,
a caring,
a feeling,
a power,
a kiss to a kiss- more and more to do with a kiss,
love love,
love love.
they kiss and they love,
ah there is that word again- love!
What is love,
what the hell does it mean?
love love,
love love,
all around, all around a kiss, a kiss, a kiss,
all around, all around a loving kiss to a loving heart,
and a hug and a kiss, a kiss, a kiss all around-all around.
What does it mean,
what the hell does it mean?!
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
all around, all around...
.3.4.2014.
What the hell did I do..
This question posed aggressively
now in my conscious mind.
I bury my head in my knees,
and sob relentlessly asking why,
and mumbling man you really did it this time.
Party at my place he screams,
and Man you don’t ever stop by.
These images scroll the Rolodex of my subconscious side.
Try this it will make you feel great!
You’ll have no worries for at lest the next eight.
Doesn’t that sound great!
That’s when it hit me,
like a shot straight through the heart.
I parted my metaphoric sea shore,
my arms, my legs, they are the oars.
Swimming through the blue abyss,
always watching close for shore.
Then little by little always needing more,
and more.
The hours and days went by,
oh my god how I was high.
My euphoric mind never pressed for time,
no matter the dime.
Clouds on the horizon a thunderous sky.
It was even getting late,
and the moon began to pull at the tide.
Looking back I see this was going to be a very long ride.
Pushing forward toward the shore,
limb for limb, tired and sore.
Screaming, hurry up and get here,
where out, and have got to have more.
Then the lighting began to show it’s power,
and the wind had the waves in a roar.
The rain stinging torn & chapped skin.
I began to lose consciousness, now at a merciless Drift.
Pulled way out,
fast and swift.
Their would be few that would adore.
As they wonder how long,
before I’d wash back ashore.
What the hell did I do..
This question,
posed aggressively now
in my conscious mind.
I really don't feel like writing
The day was hot, and I don't feel well
And I can't think of a thing to say
But, Oh what the hell
I shouldn't bother, I should relax
Don't even have a story to tell
I should go in and take a shower
But, Oh what the hell
So there, I wrote it and it stinks
They'll turn away to avoid the smell
If I were smart I wouldn't post this
But, Oh what the hell !
Live every day to the fullest
Each one is a treasure that cannot be recaptured
Life has a beginning, a middle, and an end
No second chance to experience things for the very first time
Make the most of every day
Breathe in deeply the breath of life
Remember the joys of discovering new things as a child
Your heart throbbing first romance as a teen
The night you announce you're going steady
The union of two souls as you marry
That scary time when your first child is born
Suddenly you realize you are not young anymore
Don't let life and love pass you by
It is meant to be lived to the fullest
Before you can turn around
You're sitting in a comfortable old easy chair
Wondering... “What the hell just happened!”
Life just happened!
© Jack Ellison 2014
when she met the homely older man with the big nose,
shoulders hunched about his ears as if to ward off further blows,
she married him and moved far away
and at first it was okay
grateful for every day
that passed
admiring herself in the looking glass
every day that he expressed his adoration
in every way except penetration
and his impotence drove him to drink
as she stood staring at the sink
and wonderered how it all went so wrong
her dream had been so strong
that she would lead a perfect life
be a perfect wife
though she tried, she tried,
her facade so flawless she was able to hide
kept it all inside
until the anguish brought pain
crippling and insane
every day, every day
only the strongest drugs held it at bay
making her almost catatonic stumbling through the day
and maybe if she ignores these kids of hers they will go away
three thousand miles from home
and all she'd ever known
how she'd tried to fit in
every day the pain would win
and bring her to her knees
oh, please, oh, please,
and the only friend she'd ever made
she eventually betrayed
their friendship was shallow
the only reason she kept up the sallow
farce was minimal
a common language
she overlooked the fact that she was Austrian
(despied by the Swiss)
her father a Nazi war criminal
but, hell, at least she was someone to have over for tea
and speak her native tongue
social climbing rung by rung
the real shame of this fake
was that her only friend's husband was a handsome rake
and stirred feelings deep inside her that she had never felt before
and she craved more
and the drugs, homesickness, loneliness, self centeredness,
impotense and desire
burned out of control like a fire
and warped into perversion
her son became her diversion
innocense lost in the worst way
and even when he ran away at sixteen
nothing was ever addressed
but she could no longer molest
and her will was finally broken down
by this Austrian clown
his charm, so suave, his charm
that caused so much harm
her only friend betrayed
NOT MY LITTLE JOY
Everyone who knows knows it shouldn’t have gone this way
A friend I’ve had for eons knows this isn’t the way it should be
That such a threat be handed unto me
My ex-girlfriend Peggy will say the same
That such a strengthened opponent would summon my name
Just three years out of high school
Thought I was cool because those guys seemed cool
Only to be confronted and finally tormented by such a ghoul
Without question my parents would tell you “not my boy
Not my boy who blessed this earth with his birth
And oh how cute at only ten days old he could get up on one knee
Things like this don’t happen to him, my husband or me”
And they would say those exact same words only maybe paraphrased a bit
I feel like yelling loud enough for people for miles around to hear me scream “Holy S**t
This isn’t fair and I can’t bear the thought of such a callous end
After his doing things one such as myself could never defend
Looking back at all the people a hurt badly enough for their blood to run
And every single act of selfishness I have ever done
So now, as my every dream, plan and prayer fades
Maybe it’s righteously right that I would contact aids
© 2011.…free cee!
“
As one door closes
And another is flung
Open wide
Bad moons in my room again
Who will decide
As we float out
On a sea of chance
Disdain
Remains
Unclaimed
Just another circumstance
In my crystal ball
I see a story as yet untold
The truth belies
Her beauty there
Perfume lingers in the air
Or so that story goes
People come in
And leave out
And all the while
She’s still standin there
Ready to repair
All the damage done
It’s just a shame
you don’t know
It
Just a shame
You don’t know it yet
Ready to leave her
out of the bet
Spinning a revolving
wheel of fortune
Lethargy strides along side
The four horsemen
As she rolls the dice of Vice
You circumvent their
Relentless torsion
Build it up
And smash it down
Again
Silencing your only friend
Is that ticket
Worth
It’s price
of
Admission?
The orbital mechanics
All suddenly vanish
And when you’ve finally found your voice
Will you still have a soul ?
Make the right choice ?
Could be good
Could be bad
And still it’s there
Well,
What the hell ?
Aren’t you glad
You’ve spent your whole life
On a wish
a song
A hope
and a prayer
What the Hell it doesn't matter
it's not like your being battered.
Your heart beats faster, your nerves on edge,
what the Hell is it doing to your head?
Your eyes deceive, you cannot believe,
if you should jump for joy, or if your chest should sink, your stomach churn.
The Beeb do not toy with the likes of us!
We've won! the ever present Beeb 'Breaking News' reads,
only for the news to be nastily nullified, we do not believe!
Blame it on the heat wave if you must, fans will demand that heads will roll in dust,
no its not the prose of soccer so that isn't much use, but the poetry of
leather upon willow, making summer women weekend willow widows,
unless the women with flinty perseverance make a hay with a host of runs -
Hooray, we,ve won! beating the Southern Cross if only by fourteen so beneficent runs!
Can we halt the advance of the Lucky Country, Australia Fair! (hopefully fair to
women as well as men?) and win the Ashes of England that were burnt by this
Antipodean giant at the English Oval in the olden day of twenty-ninth of the
of Caesar Augustus, at the time of a greater empire in 1882, that now is interred as all
empires should be for the better, better to have sporting glory than the gore of empire.
You ranted, raved, and lectured us,
for years on the silver screen.
You called us filthy, redneck scum,
claimed our ideas were obscene.
All the while you were raping
naïve, young girls in your hotel,
and yet you dare to lecture us?
Hollywood, what the hell?
You went after a major church,
for doing things they ought not.
You patted yourselves on the back
for exposing all the rot.
But it’s kind of hard to praise you,
and proclaim that all is well,
when you trade teenage boys like currency,
Hollywood, what the hell?
You say you fight for women,
and that we’re unwashed misogynists,
yet you created the casting couch,
and have now gone far beyond it.
You casually destroy and smear
any who would dare tell,
hypocrisy grows well in So Cal,
Hollywood, what the hell?
And those who kept their silence,
who knew this all went on,
who harped about deplorables
in an endless, winging song,
who had no problem with ugliness
drunken from a poisoned well,
so long as big paychecks kept coming,
Hollywood, what the hell?
You scamper to bury it all,
though the illusion has long died.
You continue thinking you’re elite,
ignoring the mote sticking from your eye.
You think this can just go away,
but that’s an impossible sell.
You never lecture us again,
Hollywood, go to Hell.
she stood in the window and sung
this to the world
"I am a walrus
the fish in the sea
I am a walrus
ruh1, ruh !
you see
I am a walrus
the crabs and fish I eat
I am a walrus
the clams are so sweet !
ruh! ruh!
your ships and there nets
MMy tender fishes
eat'em all you can bet !
I am a walrus
the ice and the snow
I am a walrus just to let you know !"
We thought she was crazy
until people started applauding her
one man in the audience said you
you don't look like a walrus
more like a whale or a underwater hippo or
something!