Best Wobbles Poems
"The Ballad of The Poet Destroyer"
Destroyer, and creator of words
Flying high on the wings of a bird
Drowning every inch, by foes and friends
Where has she gone?
When push came to shove,
She continued standing tall after every fall
Falling fearlessly like the falling star tapping the lips
Topaz, a star in the eyes of envy the enemy
A dreamlike, miracle mirage, fresh like mints
No reason in remembering yesterday's sad song
Slightly she moves in with the new barren breeze,
A maze in disguise, no way out
A feeling so good, you hate
The naming of names, that won't escape you
Your eyes of lust, imitate PD's sweetest touch,
Destruction, with pleasure
A new day, killed by the morning after pill
Everyone gone, shadows remain
Where, has she gone?
A feeling so good, you hate
Your unmatched precision wobbles your stability
She'll give you a taste of rays, despite your low self-esteem
Happiness turns to sadness, making every jaw drop
Where has she gone?
She's not the painting of Mona Lisa,
However, it does not stop you from spending your cash-
-To see a picture painted with a frown,
Look what you've done!
Never to return, what was, what is!
You say you love her, then you run
A dry barrel, an empty gun,
Never will the enemy be number one,
Nothing but a shadow, a rug for PD,
Like a dream, her imagery is haunting
Love her or leave her, her pen name remains
Poet O' Poet where are you?
An advocate of smiles, enjoy her copy-paste kiss
Trace her silhouette found in the midnight mist
Blindfolded, indulge by the wind
Breaking, the Texas Hold EM' Hand
Her freedom, her land
Gone insane, she laughs,
Untouched she remains, she lives
Inside of me
By; PD
Categories:
wobbles, absence, courage, me, missing
Form:
Dramatic Verse
There is silver linings in the clouds today
hypnotic breeze makes the trees sway
on the pavement of broken dreams she waits
eighty years old embracing the fates
her treasures of stories have all been told
her body tells her she is way too old
No one comes to hold her hand
No one is left to help her stand
Unsteady steps as she crosses the street
Cars fly by and she refuses to retreat
Her path is determined, no need to fear
she wobbles with purpose, the end is near
Philosophies fumble through her mind
her life plays like a vcr on rewind
no regrets, well maybe a few
but the road is ending, what could she do
crowded streets, life is passing by
rushing to the who knows where and why
I watch and wonder...
Will she make it before the lights change?
Categories:
wobbles, character, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Internal Rhyme
The Sonic of the earth’s plate tectonics was given birth
By the unbalanced wobble of the earth
While the wobbling of the natural earth
By carnal mind invention, was given birth
By the carnal act reversing Love’s intention
This is how the earth reveals how Love feels
About the mind’s rejection of Love’s perfection
Earth reels to and fro as a drunk man on the go
Now by our earth’s wobble, our earth is gobbled
Recycling itself, until nothing is left
Of reflected self of carnal human race
With the carnal mind’s every day fast pace
Purity of earth’s internal fire, in a race
It will devour, the external nature
The carnal nature of carnal wager
Made with the man, concerning Love’s plan
By Love, the Dove, giving life it’s stand
Earth in it’s perfection, but mind’s rejection
Which be reverse of Love’s balanced intention
Previously mentioned, by man in God’s plan
Continues to wobble as humans cobble
The carnal mind’s extent, to it’s own intent
Sowing extensions of strife, instead of life
Recompensing together, disregards weather
The signs of the times that lines, within the minds
Of the wise virgins, of truth’s purgation
From the intention, of carnal mind invention
Note: Just a little something my heart gave me, explaining why our earth wobbles on it axis.
I am sure some minds will think this is too simple to take serious. I am sure also our earth’s
weather would be calm if it’s rotation was in balance. The mind’s logic, is it own worse
enmity!
Categories:
wobbles, inspirationalearth,
Form:
Narrative
Sweet tooth
In youth
On scales
She WAILS!
Hot date
Lose weight
Diet?
Try it
Big eyes
Large thighs
Fat tum
Huge bum
Gobbles…
Wobbles
In mood
For food
Crunchies
Munchies
Wants choc -
Whole block!
Adore
Fridge door
Keeps shut
With butt
Risk it ...
Biscuit
Crispbread?
Drop dead!
Think thin
As pin
Eats less ...
New dress
Now slim
And trim
Look great
For date
04~05~15
Contest Judy Konos - Your Footle Poem
~awarded 1st place~
Categories:
wobbles, humorous,
Form:
Footle
Tell Me -Who Do You Say That I Am?
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Word
First voice to enlighten creation’s realms
Word of prophet’s words from mystic mystery runes
Prophecy and proverb wearing vision
Flow from pure agape
Living Psalm
A to Z – song composed – never a chord that stumbles -
The perfect chaste circle drawn in round circumference
Architect of straight lines with no wobbles -
Unbroken circumcised covenant – designer of my soul
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Anointed Mighty
Unreachable star embraced
Crafter of restoration for rebellion thrashing
Defies disabled limbs with steps of faith
Transfiguration of blackness to see the eternal face
Opens ears to hear thunder’s glory
Dines with astonished tree dwellers
Full measure of mercy’s undisturbed pulse
Knows each of my words before they breathe
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Righteousness
Metamorphosis of nativity
Bottomless paradigm of favor
Wheat and grape in synchronicity
Holds back the hand that flings the stone
Raises up cowering shame
Eyes of perfect sight plan perfection’s gift for each heart
Pristine living covenant
My enigma’s answer – my conundrum’s solution
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Eternal
Valentine of paradise
Eden’s immaculate reforestation
Vine of the endless unblemished harvest
Anointed eternity with us
Wholeness of a holy rainbow
Gold - no need to be refined
Face of forever consolation
My first breath in every season’s restoration
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
You are I AM.
4-27-21
Contest: Tell Me. Who Do You Say I Am?
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
wobbles, faith, jesus, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
A short little guy,
walks by,
"please don't mind me,"
he wobbles.
His shadowed face it asks,
"is it five o'clock already?"
He hasn't had a meal,
his belly rumbles.
He sits outside the local market,
waving at each passing patron,
how busy they are,
ignoring his kind gestures.
His kindness is mistook,
with leers of suspicions,
just a little man,
in a big world, so pressured.
A lost soul,
who once had it all,
homeless,
people set his measure.
A hobo,
he's defined,
by his,
unfortunate life.
Is he,
only thoughts to you,
as bread is,
to taste the knife?
Do you believe,
that all is well,
in his world,
because he has survived?
A kind gesture,
would mean so much,
he's begging for,
acceptance from passersby.
Condemned and broken,
like the cracked bricks,
where he seeks,
warmth for the night.
Just a little man,
holding onto,
a simple gesture,
to stay connected with life.
Categories:
wobbles, care, change, confusion, discrimination,
Form:
Rhyme
At bottom of a glass of wine, finds truth
If he has a second, becomes uncouth,
If he has a third, he spits as he talks
Finally by 4th he wobbles as walks,
By the fifth can hardly stand, it’s his call
Just a drop left, let me finish it all,
The whore that is with him is just as bad,
Why do this, are they both insane, quite mad,
He has hit rock bottom, where to from now,
He feels himself slipping, and wipes his brow.
Submitting: To contest " Rhyming Couplets Poetry Contest"
Sponsor : Janice Canerdy
Date: 10/04/2021
Categories:
wobbles, drink,
Form:
Couplet
While transient clouds ripple in streaks
Below a heap of perfumed blooms prances ,
While fireflies wheel through evening, mellow…
Just then, rainfall blows
Like a funerary gush of tears
Damping my cheeks, blotting night’s glint,
As I ,in a long sojourn of ambivalence
Writhe again inside--- heart rousing a storm.
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How in low flicker, time wobbles on…
The jasmines gone before I could hold them-
Ignoring such charm as they brush my skin.
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Maybe this fault of gloom overcomes me..
I fail to see this life, this timely presence .
I don't know why …
My breath feels the dying and the low:
Till fireflies circle my body with radiance
Awakening a flame to grasp this moment,
To open these eyes and relish
A pure delight of what is unfurling NOW.
1.03.2017 Form C :
Broken Wings Contest/em>
Categories:
wobbles, confusion, recovery from,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Turbulent moves the water mass
Thumping and roaring as it rolls,
Sheltering in her, myriad strange beings
From tiny planktons to giant killer whales
Constant remains she, yet changing ever
The puzzling paradox beyond the land
She had cradled the first mote of life
Earliest link in the incessant chain of life
Whipped by the wind, smashed by the storm
She lashes on the rock in angry venom
In tumult she pounds the strand
As though her fury is never assuaged
At times seen sedate in shades of blue
So compliant - without stir, without din
Tranquil she lies – an appeased child
With a calm unmatched in her prior demeanor
Beneath the lull and hum of waves
Brews an eternal clash that never dies
The ceaseless fracas oft swelling out
Into a bedlam of commotion, clatter and din
Curious shapes with needles, spikes and spines
Sticking out in clusters beneath the blue
The fantasy world of coral reefs
Chiseled and shaped - Nature’s unique masonry!
Marvel of marvels, this mystic mass
With tiny droplets grown into scores
Billions multiplied into trillion fold
This infinite expanse that wobbles and churns
What ingenious brain did frame
Such a wonder as this mighty ocean?
What furtive hands did hide
Such baffling mysteries in this briny deep?
______________________________
March .26.2023
~ Placed Fourth~
Brian Strand Premiere Contest
~ Placed First~
Writing Challenge ‘O’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Constance La France
Topic chosen- Ocean
Categories:
wobbles, fish, ocean, water,
Form:
Free verse
Circadian Wobble
Circadian tripped through a trap door
Into amended reality of light and time
Where confusion missteps through the waltz of the hours,
And intervals of minutes
Glare at each other suddenly plucked out of place
Leaping into a space reserved for colleagues,
Renamed without their permission,
Here circadian wobbles in an new identity assumed
Where dawn rises in darkness -
Dusk becomes twilight –
When the morning star collides
With alpenglow
And sleep eludes the routine of dreamers
Rhythm disrupted –
Gone the orderly synchronized ballet of hours,
In their birth space,
Minutes running early
Gazing into prophetic confusion
Back to days to come
Déjà vu unpacked
Staggering in crunchy seconds of DLSD
Sunlight confused by second hands
Not knowing their place
In the Circadian scheme or on the face of eternity’s timepiece
A standoff in the litany of changing light
That lingers just a little longer in the cycle of day and night
Surrealist creation longing to hold onto light
Until the globe turns its face into the season
When time and light re-align.
DLSD – Daylight Savings Time Disorder
3-17-21
Contest: Inner Alignment
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
wobbles, light, time,
Form:
Free verse
I wish I could be
like Benjamin Button
Me oh my
wouldn’t that be sumthin
My hair would grow thicker
no longer thin and grey
From winter’s cold December
I’d progress back to May
Stronger much faster
my body restored
No nursing home for me
I would never be bored.
Enjoying my retirement
again but in reverse
The best part of it all
no need for a hearse.
Then back to work life
at the peak of my career
Cash for me to spend
on those who are dear
Life would be much better
my thoughts growing clearer
My looks would start improving
as I looked in the mirror
In a matter of years
I’d be back in school
University days sweet
a time to be cool
Savouring each moment
stopping to smell each flower
Romance back to innocence
reclaiming youthful power
Then becoming a child
delightful and free
No more big worries
or responsibility
I’d go from toddler wobbles
to a baby so sweet
Giggles and tickles
mom rubbing my feet
My earthly needs met
cuddly comfort and love
Affectionate eyes so adoring
looking down from above
If like Benjamin Button
my life was lived reversed
Would I have lived it better
being it was formerly rehearsed?
Inspired by the movie Benjamin Button staring Brad Pitt.
Categories:
wobbles, beautiful, birth, magic,
Form:
Quatrain
When trouble finds my place in time
I stick to rhythm meter rhyme
The planet wobbles out of kilter
Poetry is my lens reflection filter
As virus sheds its ugly eerie mask's persona
I can be stronger than corona
Isolation and reclusion are no pleasure
But ink and fountain pen retain their measure
Nothing is worse than speechless tongues
I breathe with so far uncontaminated lungs
And when the apocalypse is high and nigh
As the quill is coughing with a sigh
At least I've done my bit until the final day
I'll script depict fantasise ponder have my say
About what matters in the grander schemes
In essence love compassion dreams
Just like the covert bug has no frontier
I hold my friends and lover dear
Empathy also should not stick to a random borderline
Transcends gender race class and toughens social twine
A seasoned and rebellious maverick will not be muted
In fact narration and lock down are rather suited
8th April 2020
Categories:
wobbles, emotions, encouraging,
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.
Cile Beer
written l998 Cile Beer
Categories:
wobbles, children,
Form:
"A Conversation with Aenesidemus"
all perceptions are relative
and interact
one upon another
take a coin
stand it vertical
spin it
gravity does that
it’s one way or the other
there is no in between
middle roads
even when you hold it
steady between your fingers
there is one side or the other
the middle exists
it stands for what its worth
for a short time
let go of the hold,
it wobbles and
topples over
and falls in line
one side or the other
eventually
choices are detours
you may take the high road
and one may take the low road
the road less traveled
too, converges,
where both high and low roads
eventually meet,
some say its complex
if you ask me,
designed,
even chaos has its place,
simple, neat
all perceptions are relative
and interact
upon another
truth,
he said,
varies infinitely
under circumstances
whose relative weight
cannot be accurately gauged
nor guaranteed
therefore, there is
no absolute knowledge
for everyone,
for all people
are brought up
with different beliefs
under different laws
under different
social conditions
yet, he says,
pyrrhonistically
speaking
all perceptions are relative
and interact
upon another
hiccups
contradictory
scrolls of tropai modes
the suspension
of judgment
it’s enough
to do your head in
all this walking on water
a real tonic
for those
experiencing cptsd
humour and
intelligencia
assists,
streaming
light through
jadeful windows
enter left screen
Belief
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
wobbles, muse,
Form:
Narrative
The sonics,
Of earth’s plate tectonics,
Was given birth,
By the wobble of the earth,
While the wobble of the earth,
Was given birth,
By the carnal mind invention,
Which reversed love’s intention,
Now the earth reveals,
How love feels,
About the mind’s rejection,
Of love’s perfection,
Now the earth reels to and fro,
Like a drunk man on the go,
As the earth wobbles,
The earth is gobbled,
Recycling within itself,
Un till nothing is left,
Of the reflected self,
Of the human race,
Within mind’s fast pace,
The purity of earth’s,
Internal fire,
Will devour,
The external nature,
Of the wager,
Made with man,
Concerning love’s plan,
To give life a stand,
By love,
The dove,
The earth was in it’s perfection,
But mind’s rejection,
The reverse of love's intention,
Previously mention,
By the man,
In God’s plan,
Continues to wobble,
As humans cobble,
With the carnal mind intent,
To the extent,
That pieces of strife,
Instead of life,
Are gathered together,
In disregard to the weather,
Or the signs of the times,
That lines,
Within the minds,
Of the wise virgins,
Who have the truth’s purgation,
From the intention,
Of the carnal mind’s invention,
Having removed strife,
From their very life,
A carnal lie,
As high as earth’s sky,
4-16-09johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
Categories:
wobbles, inspirational, loveearth,
Form:
Rhyme