Jib Poems | Examples

Oh, Poor Anna Creontic

Oh, poor Anna Creontic
Reduced to a poetic antic
Who in her prime,
Exuding rhythm and rhyme
Broke the hearts of so many
Including mine.

Therefore, I shall not disclose
The “cut of her jib” or point of her nose
And lest I be severely beaten
Unveil a heart sugar can’t sweeten

Say what you will of old Anna Creontic
As history will always inflate
The touch of her hand, the wisp of her hair
And the list of her suitors irate

Among those living and dead
It has never been said
That she didn’t excel
On dance floor or bed

The Eye Doctor Said I Should Take Up Boxing

Ocular hypertension and
A couple of jabs here

I read the letters on the chart and
Threw in the towel

But she was adamant 
The connotations

Pay-per-view Las Vegas
Ears bitten 

Jubba-jubba-jib-jab and
A bathroom meteorologist 

I got the receptionist
In a headlock 

I didn't kill Davey Moore
But I made another appointment and

Promised her the next time I was in
I would be the heavyweight champion of the world

No Anchor For Rancor

No Anchor for Rancor

Wounded the ship of my soul, 
With tattered sails,
Heels up in malevolence,
Venom puffs out the jib
In leeward grudges of tactless spite
On a pointless reach 
Heading up into retaliation.

Heart hardened sends out a deep tap root,
Like a dagger board,
For my blustering hubris
To drop an anchor and moor animosity
In a portage of perpetual whirlwinds
With undertows of enmity
Crashing about in irons of spite.

Yet steady winds rise up
And I must come about
Heading into prevailing winds 
Then journey through hubris doldrums,
Sails filled fresh with newborn winds,
Orphaning rancor - breathing in forgiveness  -
Sailing beneath full sails of resurrection

Jocular Jokester Jetting Past Jib

Jocular jokester jetting past Jib.
Joyful juggernaut jousting in jest.
Benevolent benefactor beseeching baby’s bib.
Bequeathing beloved blue beret, belly button the best.

Ultimate

Outside any object apparent
Absorbing an alternate zone
Poet trip travels are inherent
World beyond words - honed 

Inviting keen readers to enter
Realms they undeniably knew
Existed, concur are meant for
Everyone's joy, not a mere few

Riding wave of sheer abandon
Sheltered from danger's effect
Poet makes assertions candid
Fence sit wish wash he rejects

Places horrific, stances to stun
Gifted writer recklessly reveals
Outlandish acts, on paper done
No ghastly side shyly concealed

Paradise blooms as alligator jaw
Heaven is for having with breath
Spectacle no actual eye ever saw
Is witnessed with contextual jest

Humour a flower flows from jib
Tickled imbibers tastily believe 
Brain transportation, a best gift 
Breaks obvious, grants reprieve 




                     28th November 2020 

     Written for Contest : Where Do  We Poets Go? 
     Sponsor: Silent One

Four Bears

Flying Jib son of Curry Comb
The care of the comb son of Garden Gnome

Garden Gnome son of Pillow Case
The case of the headrest o’ Second Base

Second Base son of Baby Chick
The chick who’s a pip son of Pogo Stick

Pogo Stick son of Gunder Fahr
The father of man son of Zanzibar

Zanzibar son of Zanihey
The hey zani hey son of Make My Day

Make My Day son of Monocle
The cull of the one son of Dimn Endoll

Dimn Endoll son of Angel Eyes
The seer of the saint son of Biting Flies

Biting Flies son of Linseed Oil
The oil of the flax son of Munsell Soil

Munsell Soil son of Swami Snake
The snake in the basket o’ Pullman Brake

Pullman Brake son of Hatta Tik
The bug in the rug son of Balletic

Balletic son of FBI
The Tommy gun men son of Hy and Dri

Hy and Dri son of Daily News
The word on the street son of Boogie Shoes

Boogie Shoes son of Years Ago
The gone by the way son of Best in Show

Best in Show son of Links of Chain
The iron that weeps son of Dick and Jane

Dick and Jane son of Bob and Weave
The blow to the head son of Makebelieve

Makebelieve son of Elmo Bib
The under the pin son of Flying Jib

The Anchor's Gone

Clear the decks
and set the helm

A storm approaches,
hatches closed

Drop the main
and raise the jib

The anchor’s gone
—our fate to sail

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

Sailing

By moonlight step on the pitching deck
Leave the safety of dry land behind
A quest to know what lies beyond here
The familiar and the known recede
Like sailors of ages past who left
A thousand treasures to seek and gain
She plots her course by the stars… to find a dream

The jib sail catches the sun's first light
As she sets off at the break of dawn
Miles drift by… she is alone and free
Then a voice calls to her, and she hears
Faint at first, then growing strong and clear
He beckons to her and she must choose
She turns her course to follow… to chase a dream

Wind billows the sails, the mast holds firm
The waves, like wings, flow from bow to stern
She becomes the sea, his voice the sky
Breeze, his breath, blows softly through her hair
Pure rays, his touch, caress her fair skin
The sun, his face, kiss her lips gently
She stays her course through the day... and meets a dream

Through sunset they journey together
To the vast expanding horizon
Where the sky and sea lay in repose
Lovers entwined embrace at twilight
United on this new adventure
Where East meets West, stretching forever
They plot their course by the stars... and live a dream


8/7/2019

A Jib a Jab and a Jibber Jabber Jee

A jib a jab and a jibber jabber jee
Dancing on down to town called want-a-be.
I watched them go
One walked so slow
A jig, a jab, a jibber jabber, and me!

From Circus To Taffy

carbon copy...
circus to taffy,
breezy says Weazie
come and sit next to me
part of the make believe...,
storm brewing
hands to what your doing
burning bridges,
fancy inclusion
it appeals to the heavy senses

love 
is the essence of our existence
let love rule
beside the family jewel
stolen away the excursion
method man tasting
Thermol pad toasting
I'm not together joking

Free as a will have to take a chill pill
laughter means togetherness,
spring hold of a witness
laughter as todays vital notice...
a challenge to be free is the question of time
love...

carry me beside the breeze
some resort to sex appeal
others jib is no big deal
stop at a heavy wheel
you know what I'm saying ?

men of special means the men of guantonimo fathers and brothers
Get and give two different words Illustrating two different worlds Vile and vicious when one takes Excellent meanings for our sake...

Tempest Deep

I ride the waves of innocence
on the ocean of The Now.
From the depths of dank
a demon stalks my bow.

On deck afraid, alone I stood
quelling fear the best I could.
Furled the jib and reefed the main
what you do when the wind's insane.
Then rising atop a stormy swell
the giant beast straight from hell.

Peering so deep in its deathly eyes
I could hear a thousand sailors' cries.
The chilling truth that I could see
was the evil thing in fact was me.

The Mighty Frigate

Let us make ready and set sail
This mighty frigate will prevail
We will see what we will see
Mother Sea is calling me

The Mainsail, Lanteen and Jib are set
First Mate, Boatswain and crew are the best yet
Captain is on the Bridge planning our bearing for today
Orders all hands on deck, prepare to wake way

Anchors aweigh, the harbor is behind and the wind is at our stern
Frigate Constellation is swift and powerful the crew will soon learn
First Mate is at the sextant, compass and bell
"Ahoy Mates!" the wind fills our sails, all is well

Waves crash our bow, course set straight as the crow flies
Over Davey Jones's Locker where sea mysteries lie
Captain is confident, we will see what we will see
I will sail this ship, Mother Sea is calling me

A Brand New Life Lease

No reason to sink into dumps
When your spouse scrams from home without leave
Financial muscle into the red jumps
Joy from chaff you can’t sieve

With a head shrinker you may disagree
When mental health strikes
All trial and tribulation gone when you with Jesus agree
While divine power hikes

Stakes pulling you from the quicksand
That’s been pulling you into an abyss
When God’s hand
Hoists you like a crane jib with the kiss

That tells you all is well again
In wealth, health
As God grants you a permanent bargain
Which slays the dearth

Of permanent solutions given to David
Chosen as king
From among giants including Ovid
To kill Goliath with a sling

Which God grants you to slay blues
In the life you lead
Without clues
As to the fruitful future you need

To lead a fulfilled life
In marriage
At work with no further strife
In an abnormal baggage carriage

You can do without
In perfect bliss
Bereft of any iota of doubt
Blessed with an ultimate life lease.

Hutinashro Log Iambic Tetrameter

The bay was free for mine to gain
with weather mean of falling rain.
Then late inside a quaint cafe
our wine together we did share.
The streaks of gray in dame’s  black hair
found shoulders low attractive way.
 Her gray was no concern for me
 as mine was same not gray-some free.
 Our eyes met holding each to stay,
 then knew this relationship brief
 could  lead to anguish great with grief.
 From woman I should stay away.

  This Dame owns a bakery
  Her name is Marie De Curry,
  Bread she now bakes, fresh ware to buy,
  shop opens wide at break of day.
Best made bread sold on tray some say.
Earlier I’d bought loaf to try,
met Marie. liked mam’s fine jib frame.
With smiling teeth asked matron’s name.
Much so glad Marie wasn’t shy,
 agreed to meet at Pietros place
    Happiness shone on lovely face.
       A premonition’s grief, but why?

 It steals happiness leaving pain
This knowing I now dare not stay
Such heinous warnings I disdain.
5-14-18

November 10th, 2016 10:24pm

"Yesterday was a sad, scary day," he wrote.
He wrote because he mayn't have taken note
of the birdsong, the way the light lay across that
glass, the way the girl giggled, the jib of his hat.

and then he said, he proclaimed, he reminded:
"let's keep spreading love and try to be udnerstanding."

he said he wasn't "experiencing the hatred"
but we know he saw it, we know he felt it, we know
he knew of it.  Experience is a choice, it is
not the field, the realm, the context you are in.

here is a man who made a choice, not to change the world
(though that may come; in time.) but a choice to
see the world...a certain way, a loving way, a healing way...



-ShhDragon

(for and with thanks, to Joshua Griffith.)

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