Best Yea Poems
do you remember all the things you said to me
can you recall all your generosity
you said you'd never ever leave me
who would know how it turned out differently
you turned your back
you watched me cry
all of the days every damn night
i loved you and i still do
i will i will i will i will always love you
under the covers im a lover im a fighter
i cant be broken but i cant put out this fire
you had your chance yes offense your a liar
yea but the truth really is your so undesired
its not too late to apperciate me
and say your sorry for everything
for all the pain you caused me everyday
its not to late yea its not to late
you turned your back
you watched me cry
all of the days every damn night
i loved you and i still do
i will i will i will i will always love you
make up your mind make up your mind
you have got to before you run outta time
why cant you hurry up oh god oh god
please dont leave me here alone by myself to die
i thought i could trust you
i thought i could want you
i thought i could love you
i thought i could reach you
i thought i could breath you
i thought i could need you
i thought i could be every damn part of you
yea i thought wrong
you turned your back
you watched me cry
all of the days every damn night
i loved you and i still do
i will i will i will i will always love you
but i still crave you
and i know no matter what i do
i cant stop this hurtin'
cause i still love you
Hi keep me in your visage,
keep me in your sociostew
quote me in a passage
or hey, F U
themes, ideas, sonnets,
mambypamby contrivances set to words
tell me your thoughts are merely
terds. No creativity, stilitd patterns,
prose passivity and illcreated
rhytm lanterns given to pre cunni
lingual callings set to teen tonal
twitterings of **** adult annoyances
of prepostadnoidial fake frontal toe the line
godforbidugetpregnantwhileI haveuinthe
backseatofmycar,basementmotelroomparkalbeit
sanctifiedmarriagewithalloftheaccruments beguiledgiven to the EverWaiters
of sexo satisfied vagino villified vanilla wafer
wishes until the wounded wedding night cherry bursting
(yea right)
bomb blast blemishes. Keep it in in novative organ aztional
invigor ative essence to stand by yr manwomanpersonit
as statedstated by state in a reverenced supreme courted not society
given to a biased"What the hell do we do now guys/gals and inbetweens", SFHD.
Guess it and get the prize, or play our home game
as your consolation gift.
We r un evolving without the neutral notion of
core capacity locus of control and seminal socialization.
We r what we BE and all else is con
trivity. Sons/daughters noncompliant with the so be its and told u so's
do as I do keep it simple, we as boomers ahve set a style too conseropliant to
reinvent the self. youth recapitulate your entity and serve no one unless it
benefits those insufficient to a misnomer antiquated to a universal device
dead to annoyance and brevity. Unforgiving to a future promise.
All for one and one for all.
Yea, passionate poets on the soup poetry
Pen the poems and post it as a single entry
Some sponsors say to scribe poem a new
Some sponsors say to submit old or new.
Some are strict to say only sonnet with set subject
Some a bit liberal say Senryu or Shadorma, any subject
Some say no names to surprise him or her
Some’ve no say, move where muse prefer.
Some say free verse with full freedom to frame
No theme and no form, names or no names.
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Date 3-12-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Third Place win
Contest: Alliteration, consonance or assonance by Sheri Freshonke Harper
***This is just a poem on the humor side. No critique or remarks on any.
bayboats purse seine whey
journey yearlong gay
laddy inured dry up
haughty yachty yea
mildred mayhem dewlap
naughty jaunty jay
sons caught in car capers
haughty yachty yea
vicar baking in butterfat
orphan boy screwed in larder
bluejay frollic jane
and a haughty yachty yea
bombs in bay bombard
dickson singsick cockpit
french chicks s’envoient en l'air*
oh a haughty yachty yea
idols jailed in temples
choked in garlandy incense
priestly eyedance pose
yes a haughty yachty yea
masons’ mildewy masters
with compass stone and pilasters
plan solomon’s might on earth
yea sing haughty yachty yea
royal houses love in stables
lords and ladies love in regalia
loving ones love in limbo
cry haughty yachty yea
dote on damsels in december
hey yachty haughty yea
make them deliver in september
ho yickety yackety yea eh
* "s'envoient en l'air": French, literally, for "throwing legs up in the air"; in France - guess, if you can - this phrase means: ???
©T.Wignesan - Paris, May 4, 1997
[from the collection : longhand notes: a binding of poems. Paris: 1999]
In the post I received some seeds
Now planted, I've done the deed
In a few weeks they did grow
Blimey they ain't very slow
They're now as tall as some reeds
They now have me a little concerned
Impressed in bloom they've now earned
But what's that sweet smell
It sure ain't no Bluebell
All previous is totally adjourned
You may find this hard to believe
But I just saw a monkey
Drive by me doing eighty
In a Maserati
Eating rainbow ice cream
In a cone from Dairy Queen
I don't mean to sound mean
But should a monkey be eating ice cream
Just then I saw a cat
Right before he went splat
Jaywalking will often do that
And that my friend is straight up fact
The monkey swerved to avoid him
That's when he lost control and
Into a brick wall he slammed
As the ice cream went a flying
Since a cat has nine lives
He came to quite surprised
As Keith Richards does most nights
The ice cream landed just right
The monkey's now in heaven
The cat is ice cream licking
The Maserati is a has been
So I guess this must be the end
I'm from the Planet Corona
And no I ain't been to Verona
So I won't take the blame
Cause it's always the same
Attacking my virus persona
LET YOUR YEA MEAN YEA AND YOUR NAY MEAN NAY
Speaking of forgiveness: If you say you did - but you didn’t, if you said you do - but you don’t. Who gets cheated?
If a person asks for forgiveness and you said you have but you haven’t; Said you did - but you don’t, and you treat them like you didn’t. Because you hadn’t; Then who gets cheated out of their blessing?
People must understand the power of forgiveness is in the spoken word. Let your yes mean yes and your no mean no. Because your words are bonded to your intentions, the hardest thing to do is to forgive someone that never even ask. Yet you become the stronger when you do.
Yet if one asks to be forgiven and you say you will; But you won’t, say you do but you don’t, it is you who will lose your blessing. Not only are you losing your blessing, but you also lose the right to ask for your own forgiveness when in need.
To forgive is “Divine”; If are asked and even more so if you’re not asked. Receiving “the forgiven” back into your heart is easy, if you have truly forgiven them.
Still, you do not have to receive anyone back into your life; Especially If they are disruptive to your peace of mind, and create turmoil, chaos, and negative energy.
Some people thrive on it some people die from it.
Just be sure and careful of the reasons you do anything you do. !
Check yourself as why are you attracted to certain people, places and things, even though they cause stress and high blood pressure.“check your motives”.
Check yourself, before you wreck yourself.! And forgive yourself first.!
Yea, I Admit Being A Little Uptight...
Yet,...this baby boomer surrenders
since many an elapsed yesternight
to inevitable (albeit gradual)
cosmic fusion with universal spright
notched calendrical anniversary, mine
nondescript birth doth invite
quiet acknowledgement between
January twelfth and fourteenth 2019
lengthening shadows of twilight
years ordain nothing more slight,
than mine chronological meter,
which will tabulate LX orbitz
completed round the sun, a sight
hardly worth promulgating,
cuz I haint nothin but right
smack dab in the average
range as applies to quite,
a vast (perhaps a bajillion)
fellow Earthlings, somewhat polite
chap minding requisite p's
and q's (i.e. prime quality),
nonetheless being cordial, insight
full, how all knowing Universal
studios theatrical playwright
offers no exemption against
facing rigor mortis plight,
and if necessary
shines blinding searchlight,
hence the ultimate countdown
deliverance into eternal night,
or perchance afterlife might...
awash with marshmallow
clouds plus tangerine
skies, amidst kaleidoscopic flying kite
inescapable, yet...I oft wonder
if one can prepare
being hermetically sealed airtight
or if cremation chosen option
retain even a minuscule slight
speck, asper any conscious recall
kept alive by family and friends,
who sorrowfully bite
lower lip reminiscing
close curtain calls bloody fight,
sans that brawling night
in Casablanca, or nearly
(Al) most (Gore)d at bullfight.
Yea baby! Spit on me!
Tell me how hot ignorance by masses turns you on
Talk dirty to me, vulgarity by race gets me wet with anxiety
Slap my butt, and remind me of just how much of a bottom feeder I really am
You make me so excited to see the new S&M
Sin & Money
Marketed by the Europeans, enhanced by the Americans
Come join my latex nightmares for erotica suffocation of morality!
you said you always wanted someone that
would stay by your side
but when i tried....
you left mine
you said you wanted someone that would be there
through thick and thin
and i was....
no matter what you did
you said you wanted someone that you
could call your wife
but....
i was willing to give you my life
i stayed by your side through thick and thin
i gave you my life....
but look how it ends.
Those moments, yea neh I smile
Even though when I know it hurts I smile
Though it is tough to do it I will smile
Though clueless whether it will be fine I'll just smile
Mona Lisa and the crocodiles will excuse me
For stealing their poses but they will have to accuse me
But I'll just have to
And every time I'll say it,
With the smile, I'll say it
Yea neh...
Space-Poet
Ooo man, gotta love him,
And I do, do, do,
Stevie Wonder, what a talent,
Man, I'm tellin' you.
What a genius,
What a giant,
Makes a body dance,
Never more defiant.
When I was fifteen,
He turned me on for good,
"Boogie On Reggae Woman",
Man, I wish you would.
Boogie, boogie, boogie,
Reggae woman move me,
Movin', movin', movin',
Now and endlessly.
What a song,
What a voice,
What a reggae beat,
What an easy choice.
Ooo Man, Stevie is the one,
Love to hear that groove,
Boogie On Reggae Woman,
What a way to move.
Why is it harder to say yes than no?
Is the pendulum biased to No side?
Is the seesaw weighted more on NO side
Why is it harder to sway up on a swing to yea?
It's fear that weighs you down!
Fear of what yea may mean.
afraid of being used,
afraid of being disappointed,
afraid of letting someone down,
afraid of being hurt,
afraid of being rejected,
afraid of being left alone,
afraid of being left vulnerable,
afraid of putting your heart on the line,
afraid of the unknown,
afraid of change,
afraid of failure,
afraid of stepping outside of your comfort zone.
But what are you missing out on?
Take the plunge from the high platform
of procrastination.
Give sway to yea, and let go.
The pool is deep, its surface quivering,
trembling with affable expectation.
Th'pain of ice is th'lacquer o'stife
To th'begg'd bane, stilled, thawed
Caught'n satin fame, dragg'd towards
Th'Blood of a sadden'd kiss,
"To this"
"To what o'this"
Seen 'nstead of 'nfringed love
The blade, call'd catharsis a dove,
"To this"
"To what o'love"
Fraught, unthought shove
Fame fall'n still, dripp'd 'n drench'd f'love
Bade blade ripp'd the blanch'd flesh
O'th'pure goers' eternal rest
Lay hereafter, for'ver after,
Goeth detestable pest, upon th'
Holied site o'pelted tundra
Lay'n to rest lover o'blunder,
"To us"
"To th'last of us"
"I must"
"T'what you lust"
"To this"
"..."
The pain of ice is the cold of fear
To whatever may lay here
To whatever may stain the clear