Fire Alarm Poems

A Bad Day For Todd

Not all poems are happy
Some are sad and some are sappy
This poem is so odd
It's about a boy whose name was Todd

Todd has hair that is very ginger
He wears a ring right on his finger
His skin is so so soft and fair
He wears sunglasses everywhere

Today Todd's day was awfully horrid
He woke up and he burnt his porridge
He tried to go put on his shoe
But his angle twisted and broke in two

Todd screamed and wailed VERY loud
Outside his house there was a crowd
"HELP ME HELP ME" Todd yelled
None of the people were compelled

With the smell of fire in the air
Todd hobbled over to a chair
He grabs his phone to dial a number
9-1-1, oh what a wonder

Suddenly there's a surprise
the fire alarm goes off and cries
"THIS IS GREAT" says Todd sarcastically
His day is going worse and worse, very drastically

With the bone still sticking out of his foot
He feels a drop of sweat. Todd's shook. 
Slowly he begins to faint. 
He didn't know today would be his last day.

Too Much

I have always been too much.

Too loud when silence was sacred,
too soft when the world begged for steel.
Too eager, too open, too full of something
that spilled out in all the wrong places.

I laugh too hard, love too deep,
feel everything with a weight that bends my bones.
I do not know how to be small,
how to fold myself neatly into their hands.

They make me feel like a stain on something pristine, like I should know better than to be seen.
like my existence is a mess they have to step over.
Like my voice is a fire alarm
in a room that was meant to stay quiet.

I have tried to press myself into corners,
tried to sand myself down into something palatable,
but even my silence is too loud.
Even my absence is felt.

They do not know what to do with me.
With the way I love without restraint,
with the way I burn without asking for permission.
So they turn away,
so they call it embarrassing, exhausting—
so they pretend not to see.

I have always been too much.
And I am tired of apologizing for it.

To Katie

There’s a tugging in my chest
It leads me straight to you
Bubbling, broiling love and luck
Of pink and golden hue

A kind and sweethearted soul
Deserves the world anew
And when she talks, my heart goes light
And face burns red for you

Sweetheart, sweetheart, hug me close
Pull me tight to you
My little blue jay, birdie, love
Fire alarm, love me too

Love gives life

Love is for love. Love to love. Love of love
Why love? Is love a question? Oh sad love
No, love isn’t a question, but a crime of Love

Oh, my suffering is your love, my death is done
Love is playing, it's my own, my desire gone
But my faith is on, it’s not my home, Love is on

On. Fire alarm. Everything is cold. Icy. Love gone
Love is a game, for us, but there isn’t any love
But the ruler is the love, we are dead, coming life…
                                                                    Of our love

Dawn

The rafters creak
The Fire alarm is delirious
Its 4 AM
all is in a frieze
Intrigued by the night
I unpetal
The Night people dine in-between
Top hats appear
Bell drawn dazzles
You stole my castle
I need to graduate from this dawn

Privilege

Representative Jamaal Bowman sets off a fire alarm in the House Chamber
     rips down the 'Emergency' signs
        heads for the hills
  Doesn't apologize 'til the police nab him ... then AOC whines
        'Jamaal was confused'

  A clearcut case of 'white privilege' turned on its head
     Even KINDERGARTENERS know not to pull an alarm that's red!
  Perhaps Jamaal never attended elementary school
     While AOC thinks she can play us all for fools

Priorities

She was wearing her pajamas,
while standing at the checkout stand.
There were pink curlers in her hair,
a box of twinkies in here hand.

A screaming child was on each arm,
two more crying brats in the cart.
One was pulling the fire alarm,
one was tearing boxes apart.

Half of the boxes were open,
cereal spilling on the floor.
The two kids just kept on screaming,
about how they needed some more.

Felt sorry when her total hit,
three seventy-eight and a dime.
‘Til she chose not to buy the meat,
kept the beer, cigarettes, and wine.

46 Per Cent of Japan's Population Hide When Someone Rings the Doorbell

i guess it depends on the resonance the amplification
when i sang in the bedroom my father shrieked
put a sock in it and i remember reaching for
the pants drawer to find a pair, but i once did
turn away carol singers, but only after they'd
finished their warbling did i thank them and
slam it in their faces, i once called my 
mother's friend, feigning to be the fire
brigade, and was aghast when she answered
i told her we were probing into fire alarms
the selling of them, if she was interested
at the school gates, she enumerated the 
anecdote to my mother, who glared down 
at me as i felt my face go ruby, but no matter
because i didn't succeed in selling a fire alarm
or selling anything, but my mother looked
perturbed when i waved and addressed the
postman, as he actually wasn't our postman
but his route took him to an aligned location
and it stopped just at our street, but no matter
because it would be the socialist workers party
at our door next, asking for subs and my dad
hit the roof, but amends was made when i 
returned home without my mother's knowledge
surprised her as she began to weep behind the glass
our parents, all paths lead back to them

Rabbits Cookin Special Brew

T’was a strange and spooky sight to see,
All that smoke risin’ above the trees,
And the tale some told made the heart jump,
“Rabbit’s cookin’ cabbage in the swamp”.

The smoke floatin’ o’er that muddy den,
From a moonshiner well known as sin,
His young’uns and kin stoked up the still,
Sold it as sure fire cure for all ills.

T’was a custom in that lowland swamp,
Long time-honored circumstance and pomp,
For a country hoe down in the barn,
Where yelling’ could start a fire alarm.

Gi’tar, Fiddle, Banjo, mandolin,
Jammin’ and singin’ with big ole grins,
Y’all come and eat some real redneck stew,
Dance bare foot but skip that cabbage brew.

Rabbit was cookin’ up his special brew,
Cause steam was arisin’ to the blue,
Git your madam and those dancin’ clogs,
Go stompin’ at mudtail’s wetland ball.

Fire Drill In Swansea

We all went to Swansea 
To see the University
We had a nice lunch by the sea
In a place called Langland Brasserie

And later that same afternoon 
We got back to our hotel room
I settled down for a nice kip
While the girls enjoyed a poolside dip

I was having such a lovely sleep
Till sirens ripped me from the deep
Those intermittent bells so shrill
Another bloody fire drill

With bleary eyes and fuzzy brain
Got to my feet and took the strain
And feeling every aching joint 
I headed to the meeting point

Not being such a sprightly fella 
I filled up with a pint of Stella 
For a trigger happy fire alarm
Can sap your strength and do you harm. 

I took the lift back to our floor
Got to our room and locked the door, 
And saw, through all these fun and games
That Notre Dame was up in flames

Snap Election

Election called to hurry up Brexit
It's like a fire alarm for a speedy exit

Panic button pressed or what?
Many people fed up with the lot!

Maybe a coffee will help the stress
Don't get hooked, baristas will be less

Proud nations heading for divorce
Bullying action now coming into force

All we want is a better life
Not Listening to bad news and strife

So listen hear politician
There seems to be something you are
missing

Good old honesty and Integrity oh no!
We won't see that in your Manifesto!

Our Breakfast Was Most Alarming

We’re having a little break from home
and had planned a busy day,
after a leisurely breakfast
we would soon be on our way.

We sauntered down to the restaurant
and were shown to a window table,
I fetched a bowl of blueberry yoghurt
whilst my hubby got a ham bagel

Before a morsel reached our mouths
the fire alarm began to ring,
we hurried to vacate the room
and we hadn’t eaten a darn thing!

A stream of hungry hotel guests
were ushered out of the door, 
my tummy started grumbling 
I could hear it gurgle and roar

We stood out in the freezing cold
thankfully there was no actual fire,
and we subsequently discovered
it was caused by a faulty hairdryer!

We crossed the road back to the hotel
and returned to find our original seat,
but hubby wasn’t starving hungry
on the way out he’d grabbed a sausage to eat!

5th April 2017

Familiar Stranger

You know him
This man you never met
You know him

You've seen that walk before,
the cool, confident stride
You've seen that smile before,
perfect white teeth
with a grin a mile wide

You know him
This man you never met
You know him

You've heard that voice before,
the ultra-cool smooth cadence
You've seen those clothes before,
gator shoes, leather pants
and a silk shirt diamond laden

Oh, you know him,
you know him for sure
This man you never met
has you checking your memory once more

You've witnessed this entrance before,
fur coat draped over a chiseled arm
You saw this kind of heads turning before,
maitre d' running like he heard a fire alarm

Yes, you know him
This man you never met
What you don't understand
is how you could ever forget

Charlie Bryce

Greasy little Charlie Bryce,
Was absolutely riddled with lice,

The lice would skip and jump and play,
On Charlie's greasy hair all day,

But then one day a louse hopped free,
And landed on a girl called Bree,

Who screamed aloud for all to hear,
"There's something wriggling in my ear",

Miss Morris calmed the classroom down,
Then turned to Charlie with a frown...

"I'm afraid this cannot wait 'til later,
I'm bringing in the fumigater!"

Moments later six big brutes,
Dressed head to toe in yellow suits,

Broke down the wooden classroom door,
And flung poor Charlie to the floor,

The brutes released one hundred mice,
To feast upon the wretched lice,

Once this was done a burley bloke,
Pumped Charlie's hair with bright green smoke,

No children did the green smoke harm,
But it did set off the fire alarm,

From then on in the whole high school,
Thought Charlie Bryce was super cool!

The lice had gone, his hair was clean,
And it stayed the most outrageous green!

Poets

When all around is darkness
Who provides the sun
When everyone is serious
Who is poking fun
When pollution clouds the bright blue sky
Who brings clarity
Who tries to bring some common sense
To mass insanity
When people kill for a belief 
Who is pointing fingers
When bullies push their weight around
Who is the first gunslinger
Who sees the heavenly beauty
In Mother Nature's charm
When the house of cards goes up in flames
Who sounds the fire alarm
When depression comes and pulls you in
Who writes you words of comfort
When they can't think of rhyming words
Who makes up words like bumfort
Who puts their feelings into words
With sonnets from the heart
Who describes a garbage dump
With a color chart
Whose imagination
Can jump from sea to star
Or describe the pungent odor
Of their grandpa's stale cigar
What people share a common bond
Make pictures out of words
It's a talent that we happily share
Let every voice be heard
As wordsmiths we are special
Cause we feel what others see
Let's weave our threads together
Show the world our tapestry


   September 26 2016

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