Best Wobbled Poems
Soon after the sky had shed her liquid sorrow
When dark clouds quickly vanished
It turned immaculate, spotlessly blue.
As the cosmic hiss subsided
And the wind withdrew to its unknown hideout,
There was a hush- the hush that follows,
As the priest concludes his spirited sermon.
In that quiet, when dream and life coalesced
I saw the leaves trembling in the cold
Dragonflies performing a ballet in the air
Their wings catching glints of sunlight
Spiders moving round crystal studded webs,
Repairing the broken filaments of their gossamer
And birds from trees taking off into the sky
Enjoying a pervasive sense of peace
And my heart soaked in pure mirth
Humming the lyrics of a half forgotten song
I walked down through cobbled paths
Feeling the wetness beneath my feet,
To savor the beauty of Nature,
Newly bathed in the profuse vernal shower.
Suddenly the light blazoned,
Giving a golden glow to the leaves
And the suspended rain drops,
Glittered like sparkling gems.
Mesmerized by the beauty of the scene
There wobbled shiny silver droplets of joy
In my eyes too, struggling to be spilled out!
Resubmitted for 2022 Marathon Mile.No.15 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mark Toney
Placed Sixth
April.6. 2022
A Brian Strand Premier Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Brian Strand
Categories:
wobbled, beauty, environment, rain,
Form:
Free verse
She doesn't dance like Anna Pavlova
She doesn't sing like Diana Ross
but on this blissful day I am watching
the best performer I've ever come across
She wobbled on her pique turns
She forgot to point her toes
but she never lost her smile
a perfect angel until the close
She might not sing in perfect rhythm
She might not always be in tune
but her singing is so beautiful
it makes this proud daddy swoon
Categories:
wobbled, daughter, preschool,
Form:
Rhyme
It is many years since I visited you and Grand mama
The second I walked through the library door
Memories of my childhood came flooding back to me
I remember climbing up on the polished library steps
You stood behind me to make sure I didn’t fall
One day I wobbled on the top step and you held my hand
I loved seeing the jewel coloured leather bindings
With the delicate tooling etched with gold
You would tell me the names of all your favourite authors
We would repeat them in a rhyme
Trying to go all the way through the alphabet
I can still smell the aroma of your tobacco
Locked deep in the pages of these dusty tomes
We would spend many hours together
My thirst for knowledge was fuelled by your enthusiasm
We would pour over the atlas and the giant globe
You would tell me stories of all the great explorers
Oh how I wanted to travel the world like you had done in your youth
In my mind I ventured to distant lands
Recreating the scenes you so vividly described
Recently my dream to travel finally came true
Finally I have returned from my grand tour
Now I am here to share my adventures with you
Contest- In the Library – Sponsor Isaiah Zerbst
08~3~15
Categories:
wobbled, books, childhood, remember,
Form:
Prose
At first he drank to be one of the boys
To act a bit rowdy, to make some noise
He couldn't resist all the teen peer pressure
Just couldn't say 'No;' had to say 'Yes sir'
Off to college he went to the land of beer tents
Where drinking's the pastime of well-educated gents
Our hero could be found, where pop-tops did sound
Stumbling drunkenly around, or face down on the ground
Armed with a degree, into the world of business he marched
Just like in college, he found his throat dry and parched
At midday he made time to imbibe a liquid lunch
From Monday to Friday, he dipped his cup in the pun
One rain-pouring day, he wobbled to his car
Jumped on the freeway, to fight the rush-hour war
Only this time, reflexes, lulled to sleep by drink
He drove into the guardrail, and his life went 'clink'
His family and friends feigned surprise at the news
They didn't believe what you can lose when you booze...
Categories:
wobbled, abuse, culture, drink, loss,
Form:
Narrative
One day in Soup Creek City,
There was a duel 'tween Cunningham and Watt
Tom said to John "I hear you're good,
Let me see, son- what you've got"
John said to Tom "You're not the only one
With a gun that fires ink
Tom looked at John in the eye
Then he guzzled down his drink
He said "That may be true, boy
But I've got the fastest gun in town
I'll fire out a few limericks
That will spin your head around"
That's when the sheriff "Koplin"
Walked in Soup Creek's saloon
With pistols by his side
He held a big bright blue balloon
He said to Tom and John
Let's take this duel outside
I'll lock-up the one who shoots the other
And give the balloon to the one who died
Right before they walked outside
Someone shot the balloon big bright and blue
The fastest lady gun around
That all the townsmen knew
Jenna was her name
She walked in six-inch heels
She usually rides around Soup Creek
On her bicycle that has three wheels
She shot that big bright blue balloon
As it wobbled through the air
Then it burst with a bang and zig-zagged
Till it landed on someone's chair
The chair belonged to Gershon Wolfe
The hangman of Soup Creek
But someone shouted "He's in the out-house...
He went to fix a leak"
Milton, Lawless and Mike Gentile
They were playing "Hold 'em" around the table
While Andrea, Constance, and Tania
Was playing "No-Peek" out in the stable
Alexis, Eve, Heidi, Kim and Belle
They were singing a country song
Victor, Arlo, Vijay and Jim Slaughter
They Joined in to sing along
Wendy, Paula, Brenda and Jennifer
Valsa, Sara and "Sunshine" Anne-Lise
They were drinking shots of whiskey
Trying to make some peace
With Sam K, Jo and Brandy
DebM and Anaya too!
Because they all had their eyes on Charlie "two-stepping"
Down at the rendezvous
Categories:
wobbled, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
waking up from my sleep, I was all confused.
I heard a boom as that of thunder,
or the sound of a hammer striking on the anvil.
trying to be up, I felt as shaky as a fawn,
getting up for the first time on its stiff unfolding legs.
heart began pounding, body trembled.
fear hung like a heavy cloud
and panic gathered like a storm.
am I dead or alive?
am I in a gorge or grave?
grim darkness all around.
my torso wriggling in acute pain.
my limbs refusing to budge.
I grow exasperate under arduous strain.
my memory fails, body rails
what’s that weight, I feel on my chest?
am I pushed down into hell?
or buried under earth’s rocky crust?
am I dead or alive?
am I in a gorge or grave?
have I fallen into a deceitful trap?
or caught unawares in a hunter’s snare?
am I sinking into an abyss?
shall I ever be freed from this mire?
* * * *
now I remember, having gone to bed in peace,
but the night turned abruptly wild,
with an earthquake of what magnitude, I don’t know.
sweet sleep suddenly turned into a nightmare
and joy got thistled into fright.
fortunately, I was saved with minor injuries.
the rescue team did a commendable job.
but I see devastation all around.
tremors had rocked the night, wave after wave,
rupturing and displacing underground plates!
the ground wobbled, buildings crumbled.
fortunately I did survive, though shaken to my core.
but how long will it take to recover from the night's trauma?
Categories:
wobbled, angst, confusion, destiny, scary,
Form:
Free verse
CRAZY MIRROR
She was right
The mirror was crazy
In the beam of moon, looked naked eggwhite
As if it was an iceblink slipping against the wall of night
Air was cool
A ghost bellowing a bull
End of the day she left her play the sky was less than blue
She faced the mirror a lassie sleuth lost in the trail of clue
The mirror wobbled a little
A creak a squeak a squeal a mouse
It backed the little sleuth she saw a dreaded noose a halter
She was brave and matter was grave she should never be in falter
The room was still
Kitchen opened a smell of dill
Shadows danced on the fence candles burned in defense
She chose the nook her brain addled heart strings tense
She found mom
And dad and brother Tom
Dream of heavens a summer rain quenched the thirsty eyes
The eluding glass thought the lass left a word to the wise
---o---
© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
7th November, 2014
Categories:
wobbled, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
silverware tarnished
forks absent some teeth
plates chipped at the edges
set of cups incomplete
the table wobbled and creaked
like them, sad and bleak...
down the block from prosperity
of which they hadn't a peek
Categories:
wobbled, destiny, poverty, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
Harry the hedgehog was wandering by
Looking for a spot where he could fly,
This is quite serious cause hedgehogs you see
Well, they sort of wobble along just like me.
He wobbled along till he came to the pond
He looked at the rock that the frog sat on,
"If I flew off of there I just might get wet,"
And he chewed a hole in his bottom lip.
Miss Katydid sat on the back of a chair
And he wondered how she got way up there,
She gave a great leap, did a double back flip
And landed on poor Harry's sore little lip.
As he wandered along an old crow flew by
And swooped toward Harry from way up high,
And I heard Harry say as he gave a big sigh
"Won't somebody help me learn how to fly?"
Just about then a vulture flew in
And dug his claws into Harry's skin,
Then off he flew at a terrible pace
With Harry dangling from the Vulture's legs.
They dipped and dived, swooped and swirled
Until Harry thought they were leaving this world,
When suddenly he whirled and dove back toward earth
And sat Harry down by a big pile of dirt.
He wobbled his way to the top of this heap
Trying to decide if he should make the big leap,
He puffed up and bristled and to my surprise
Tears started to flow from his little eyes.
As his sore lip trembled, I heard him say
"I guess there'll be no more flying today."
I wanted to ask him what the matter could be
When I heard him say, "I got air sick you see."
Now Harry the hedgehog wobbles along,
Humming his own little hedgehog song,
He's happy, as happy as he can be
"I'll just wobble along like grandma," said he.
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written l998 Cile Beer
Categories:
wobbled, children,
Form:
Once in a dream-time in a land far away, MJ woke up and wanted to play.
With magic and mystic and music in mind, she went for a wander to see what she’d find.
While moving and grooving and rhythm she kept, gold fairy dust sprinkled on each careful step but the road was as wavy as water is wet, it wobbled like jelly, all gooey she’d get!
She skipped and she hopped and flew up and down, weaving through sunbeams, drank dew drops she found.
Then stopping for *kai adventure on hold, headed for home before she got cold.
Dusky and dim did the lovely day dwindle, sparkling like rows of Christmas day tinsel.
Moonlight and twinkles above her sweet head, soothing the traveller as she lay in her bed, once in a dream-time in a land far away.
*kai = food
Categories:
wobbled, adventure, granddaughter, joy,
Form:
Rhyme
A flying reindeer drank much beer
Wanting to be full of Christmas cheer,
When the man in the red suit pulled his rein
He wobbled in the sky with such disdain
He filled poor Santa with fear.
Categories:
wobbled, children, funny,
Form:
Limerick
14 July 2010
The Sea Rover
Moving sideways or careening
All hands hoay and avast ye
Sea dogs and landlubbers go on pillaging
Jolly Roger is flapping guarded by cannon and artillery
Pistol, daggers, and doubloon among things inside the sea-chest
Walk the plank if they caught you as offenders
Or heave to an island and marooning them as helpless
Yo ho ho! and a bottle of rum as a way of pirate’s laughter
As the ship rolled about on high seas
Plenty of cackle fruit to serve a salmagundi
A drink of grog or bumboo wobbled their sea legs
In tossing ship, proves them as scallywags
Blow me down! alerted by a cannon blast
The enemies have climbed on their Jacob's ladder
Black spot meet their way on to Tortuga’s vast
All hearty and brave soldiers have fallen to Davy Jone’s locker
Categories:
wobbled, adventure, history, sea, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Few years ago, I drifted on a wetland
swiveling through the pewter of evening
as contours of stately herons unfolded,
velvety the feathers white and ablaze
by clear Asian ripples of before.
Yet, from a visit today, my eyes follow them
along weeds..their poses now limp from a gray night
through rows of frail blossoms...now, these egrets
fumble along a marsh looking old; wobbled feet
throttling slow upon those once radiant plumes.
In quiet reflection, I imagine these birds' plight
amidst nature's environ with a future unknown...
How I weep for these heron's destination beyond
soiled grasses as I wrap my fingers in prayer,
relishing this instance where I gaze at an
avian beauty, wondrously aging inside my eyes.
Past, Present, Future Contest
For Nayda Ivette Negron 11/23/2016
Categories:
wobbled, appreciation, nature, time,
Form:
Imagism
Victory! Victory! Victory!
He shouted.
He was optimistic,
But, situation was pessimistic.
He struggle to achieve,
Achievement is far near,
He moved closely, but far.
He tried to accomplish,
Mistakes never allowed.
He ‘dabbled’ and ‘wobbled’.
He fell and stood up.
He rose and fell.
The road is long and narrow.
But, he knew, he will succeed.
He managed to press on.
And when he least expected,
Victory came, yet aluta continua.
Categories:
wobbled, hope, inspirational, life,
Form:
Narrative
Lulu was Miss Moo-Moo's first baby calf
She wibbelly-wobbled through the straw
But when it came time for her oatmeal
She danced and pranced around the stall.
Miss Moo-Moo called her first baby Lulu
Because, she said, it rhymed with Moo-Moo
And when dancing little Lulu took a spill
Miss Moo-Moo said, “Lulu, you’d better chill!”
Farmer Brown loved Miss Moo-Moo and Lulu
And took especially good care of them both
He watched after Moo-Moo's every need
And kept a record of little Lulu’s growth.
Moo-Moo's pride, Lulu grew big and strong,
Like every young calf should do
She ate her breakfast and drank her milk
And every growing boy and girl should, too.
When Miss Moo-Moo and Lulu could pasture,
Mother and daughter, out in the meadow
Father Brown loved to watch them wander
He could see them from his veranda window.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
March 12, 2021
For "Nursery Rhyme Contest - 2"
Sponsored by Eve Roper
[Published in Nursery Rhymes & Stories From Poets Around the World, Eve Roper, Editor, Kindle Direct Publishing, 2021]
Categories:
wobbled, children, nursery rhyme,
Form:
Rhyme