A bird shat on my head today
Why he did it I could not say
Passing below a nice green tree
He suddenly let it go on me
My head was wet, it trickled down
And stopped amongst my disapproving frown
A tissue was required, Oh what a mess
A sorry state I must have looked I guess
As it dripped all down on to my shirt
All embarrassed, feelings hurt
It’s supposed to be lucky someone said
What to have a bird shat on my head
I retorted in an angry mood
Then laughed out loud when situation reviewed
It must have been funny to those near by
To see this bird with a very keen eye
Who flew away not to be seen again
But only his droppings did remain
Is it lucky, we will see
But I won’t forget the day he shat on me.
It’s a lovers Moon
Watching through the trees
As we walk hand in hand
In the cool night breeze
As we sit beneath the old Oak tree
And gaze into each others eyes
In the distance getting closer
Is the sound of an Owls cries
A kiss is followed by a warm embrace
As passions begin to rise
Then we notice up in the branches
The glowing, staring Owls eyes
As he turns his head to watch us closely
As we make love under the moon
He has a disapproving look
As he hoots his haunting tune
We lay together in harmony
Our thoughts for no one else but we two
Carefully watched by our new found friend
Watched by the Moon in the darkened hue
As passing clouds drift overhead
Moonbeams are breaking through
The eerie trees look threatening
As passionate events still continue
Casting a shadow over us as we make love
But it’s such a wonderful fulfilling time
Then we just lay together for the rest of the night
Enjoying the Moon, the Owl, the moment so sublime
When I think about you drinking alcohol,
I start to feel disgust.
Your absent-mindedness
makes all my feelings feel so just.
When you took alcohol from random men
and excused it—
it caused me distrust.
Seeing you wasted that time
really messed up all of my brain.
It makes me relive those moments—
and all I feel is pain.
When you got a ride from a man I don’t know,
it gave me disdain.
I want to be trusting,
but all that’s stuck inside my head.
I try to communicate,
and you argue what’s been said.
Now I’m not so comfortable
when you go drink at other places.
I’ve tried to speak it clearly,
but you don’t see the problem that it faces.
You’ve got you looking available,
and people trip over their laces.
You get so wasted
that you don’t know what you’re doing.
When you go out without me,
I’m scared you’ll do something unapproving.
You hang out with a bad influence—
and it leaves me disapproving.
I love you so much,
but it makes me feel disregarded.
It makes me so worried—
and my feelings are unguarded.
A little girl coming out of a Woolworth store.
An eye in my mind begins to clothe its sight
with a past image.
She has pink ribbons in her hair
and a blue dress,
maybe she had just come from church.
Little black child
being tugged quickly through
a disapproving, white-skinned crowd.
It is not wrong
to think of poets as painters.
We offer pictures
that can be in the now -
yet also out of time.
Today I pick up an artist's brush,
it's not my brush
for I can only finger paint
with digital ink - yet,
I complete an instant of time,
make it a portrait,
one found only yesterday
in an old photograph
tucked into a well-worn bible.
A bigot could have written this poem,
people change with the times,
and I?
I have just painted
what a racist once saw
that's all.
This advertisement by ETSY is inappropriate. It depicts a greeting card of a man getting excited down there. And it crosses the line in the sand of what's decent and what's not. This picture is definitely distasteful and sexually suggestive, especially on a site that promotes its self as being family friendly.
It's like I'm visiting a public beach that's sunny and always family friendly and are suddenly blindsided by the dark clouds of nude bathers.
It's not right. It's not right for the kids. It's not right period.
A disapproving voice(s) is needed here so this complaint weighs on PS' conscious, where the decision is totally up to them to allow their cash cow to frolic in a meadow of immorality or to censor the picture.
It's in their hands.
But I hope they use the same morality as they do in censoring a list of banned poet's word, which in my opinion pales in comparison to that picture.
connie pachecho
3/29/25
Note-I thought about enclosing the image of the greeting card but it falls under PS terms of conditions that doesn't allow pornographic cartoons ... the irony. A train wreck will do.
My Favorite Teacher
Is Forever near
In the morning at noon at night
He wears to die for
leather Sandals, encasing
Well travelled dusty feet.
A robe so crisp, so white, so fresh
With a head of fragrant curls
So soft
So forgiving
Forever kind; whose lessons are taught
In the wisest of ways;
No disapproving, angry, wagging fingers;
To remain in one’s heart, for all of one’s days.
Piggy is flying with his striped socks flashing the town.
Let’s not forget that crazy tail stated a disapproving clown.
His black and white wings are fluttering against the southern sky.
One question, a sheriff asked me “when did a pig fly and why?”
If you think Batman is tough, you should meet his Gran.
She is nail-tough, agreed Leroy, Tony, Jack and Stan.
You can’t get anything past her, she has an evil eye.
This was added to the conversation by another guy.
Gran gave us her disapproving condesending eye that afternoon at two.
We hoped it was all we would be getting, that she was through.
She took out the spotlight and interrogated us all too.
Throwing our answers back at us as if they were overdue.
Is she a detective or what? Someone asked Batman.
Not sure, he said, but give her answers the best you can.
She will not take no for an answer, you cannot snow her either.
Here is an extra inhaler in case you need an extra breather.
Two ghosts in the night did unite,
In a love dance under the spooky moonlight.
But the tabby cat near,
With a disapproving sneer,
Said, "Your timing's just not quite right!"
I had been driving for decades.
A yellow Buick, deluxe convertible circa '51',
the model with the three-speed manual transmission -
8 cylinder.
A deserted desert diner. The door creaks
as I enter,
green tomatoes fry on a skillet.
I throw my fedora,
feed bread into a counter toaster.
A woman appears, drying her hands.
"You've found me in my old age -
how impolite of you."
She says between disapproving lips.
She is indeed old, her face lined and
yet lovely.
"Is that your Buick"?
Before I can answer, she asks,
"is that your hat on a rack at the back"?
I answer, "I think this is our date."
"Only this time you're the pitiful figure." She interjects,
spooning tomatoes onto a plate.
I remember how badly I had treated her,
making my excuses, leaving early in the evening.
"This is it!" I exclaim.
Our second chance!."
A withering look.
"In my story," she says, "you die young on the highway,
in a ball of flames."
I imagine my black charred hand
on the big white steering wheel
as may horn honks impatiently.
Green tomatoes sizzle
as I disappear.
if you have to dance, dance with your hands whirling
allow yourself freedom to let your feet go twirling
slip and slide and throw yourself into the air
without any inhibitions, do all the squirming you dare
If you go dancing, do it the excited Snoopy way
You will be happy that you did this, by the end of the day
Clap and stomp and kick and slide, do whatever you can
To show you are not afraid of a boss or disapproving old man.
dance with pure happiness, throw your arms out with glee
shimmy and shake, dance alongside at least three
spin with happiness, give your soul opportunity for joy
dance yourself into enthusiasm, making the floor your own toy.
He lured easy prey into darkest night
Innocent, this had been no risk.
Groomed her until she had squelched her light.
Their romancing was a round pattern disc.
She responds to his disapproving looks.
Innocent, this had been no risk.
She no longer retrieves to her books.
Deferring to his every whim.
Hidden away in his castle nooks.
Her whole world now belongs to him.
She does not gasp, whisper or sigh.
I feel her fate is rather grim.
I give her hug and a reluctant bye.
Her response is stiff and straight.
I hear my chest heave a heartfelt sigh.
She traveled with him compliantly
He lured easy prey into darkest night
Outmaneuvering her reliantly.
Groomed her until she had squelched her light
Written 5-02-22
Contest: An Original Terzanelle
Host L Milton Hanks
Arrogance fostered by entitlement
Bigotry in all its forms
Conceit beyond all reasonable norms
Demanding attitude of deferment.
Entitlement, did I mention this?
Forgetting an appointment, indeed
Goofing off on an hourly-wage job
Hearing a disapproving sarcastic hiss.
Intelligence wasted in a trivial pursuit
Junk mail! Junk mail! Junk mail!
Keeping a secret to thwart the police,
Lying to cover up a just lawsuit.
Making fun of another’s creed
Not owning up to a nasty deed.
Openly betraying a friend’s confidence
Pretending coming to another’s defense.
Quitting, leaving a job undone,
Relishing when someone is hurting,
Speaking a lie when you know the truth
Taking what isn’t yours, it’s stealing
Undermining another’s position,
Violating an avowed code of ethics
Withholding some valuable information.
X-rays indicating I have the disease
Young puppies all covered with fleas,
Zealots … spare me, O God, please!
written February 8, 2022
Her poor broken heart now lies in rubble.
She done hooked up with another bad boy.
Ignored warning, "keep away, he's trouble!"
The womanizer played her like a toy.
How funny, her name happens to be "Joy"
Friends often wear disapproving faces,
For she looks for love in the wrong places.
Catastrophe dealt a withering blow;
Her bleeding heart leaves obvious traces.
A relationship doomed from the word "go"
D Forms - Dizain - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance LaFrance
Theme chosen: Doomed
Syllables checked at howmanysyllables.com
Date written: 02/08/2022
smile
radiant, beautiful
beaming, wearing, gleaming
chirpiness, cheese, scowl, grimace
disapproving, furrowing, accusing
annoyed, worried
frown
Date created: 01/23/2022
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