Kerb Poems | Examples

Night Nurse

Her eyes are laden with drunken sleep, 
Silhouetted by lank, tired hair flimsier
Than the spine of an elderly, broken night.
Tattered, it buries the horrors of night;
Braided, it creases the rows of black corn,
Sweeping swiftly south and downwards;
Ponytail ties the umbilical linking life
And skyline light.
Lissome, she traipses with no lamp, 
Even when darkness confidently pitches its nightingale’s romance 
To district judges seated on the kerb of the apothecary’s creed . . .
With her the night loses its potency,
Its sacredness,
Expelling flies that die out on their own willpower,
Like winged dinosaurs, 
Through the age of decomposing summer.
It's all been analysed before?
The oneiric spell cast upon slow, difficult nights
When the breath smells like the anus of hell.
By the way, I drivel.
Not saliva.
Oh, no!
I drivel on about hissing nights that ought to be lonesome,
Stretched out, dark, and without rays borrowed 
Earlier from a twerking twilight.
Restless nights, worn like silky cloaks, diaphanous,
Seeing through the naked veins of her sweet eyes.

Self Medication

Now Foreign Medicine, next Forest Herb,
Heart rate jumps, floored figure in a kerb;
Emergency phoning of a doc
Won't to acting like the Hardest Rock
"Doc, please, what do I do: I mean, now?
Also say 'How' or I'm a dead cow,"

From now on Doc to know about it. 
Every fancied healer, full or split...
One's clear challenge to be circumspect
And ideas of True Restraint respect
Time and again think in retrospect
And - yes - keep minding that sly aspect;
If not careful rouse sleeping down
And sympathizers crowd in one's room.

Winning With Addictions

I
Don't quit. You will win
Alcoholics Anonymous includes God
The lesson: You have a spirit key
That can take you to victory
Never give in: be it good or dark, addiction
Jesus for me, demoted love as emotion
II
Love is action, a verb
Not Conquest, Souvenir, Trophy to brag
On Facebook, social media, & kick to the kerb
The one you took pictures with: proof
You have what it takes to make IT luv U
So emotional highs & lows are addictions
Though sometimes abuse, not a crime
But I needed Jesus to help me discern
To make good judgment, hard with loved ones
After years of trying, bible education, power
Came in drops & drips: So, beloved don't quit
The good fight: fight for what's Good. Jesus did

Ghosts of the Tsunami

I am driving my cab on a cold clear night 
Looking for fares without luck tonight
Strangely the moon made things seem
As other worldly in its scheme

I saw her walking slowly near the kerb
As I drove  she hailed my cab without a word 
I want to go to the waterfront she said
And she sat in the rear seat without dread

I asked her why she wanted to go
To the part of town ruined from the tsunami blow
She didn’t look back at me her eyes out the window set
But it was strange how her hair was wringing wet

I drove on into the darkness without a word
Until she said, do you think I’m dead, seemingly so absurd
But when I looked again in the mirror
She disappeared in a sudden shimmer.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Love Above

LOVE ABOVE

I hear him on the roof above,
A noisy, cooing, little dove,
Seeks a mate, that bloody song,
From dawn to dusk he carries on.

Got a plan to stop his singing, 
Involves his neck, I will be wringing, 
One last chance to kerb his ways, 
Let me resume my peaceful days. 

Laid my trap, can't see it through, 
You won't believe but now there's two! 
His song is changed to love and joy, 
Now proud of him, go on my boy!!!

Tears

I wipe a teardrop from my eye,
Another drops on the kerb,
I have a hole in my aching heart,
It's where you used to be,
Should it hurt as much as this?
You say you'll change, but you never do,
I've just had enough, but can't let you go.

Online Dating

Are you just a picture on a website
No, you’re a person and you're real 
I’m sat here looking for a soul mate 
Just scrolling past women on a screen
Hoping a million little pixels
Could be the woman of my dreams
My heart is so uneasy 
My nerves are all on edge 
Looking for a loved one
Like a tele or a fridge
Is kerb appeal all that counts 
Or what an algorithm says   
No, I'm looking for the lady
Who will make my life complete.

The Amnesic Ant

Sitting on the kerb, watching ants toil to death
I bemused myself with a thought,
What if i was god, simply drowned in pleading seas and wanton waters
Not aware of my true visage
Lost and forgotten living life till death
The ultimate homage to my creation living as they do
What if the sacrifice had been too much
A father lets his only son die
Retreated into human insanity
Angels lost in love, demons no longer in fear
Praying to myself or refuting my existence
The lonliest entity seeks a saviour
And no-one to hear The Lords prayer
Just like one of us
watching his ants toil to death

Car Races

I love the clean air, breathe the clean air, 
I hunt the clean air in the race,
I want that distance between me and the field, 
When they are all up for the chase,

Around the hairpin, through the chicane, 
Stuck in the smallest tight fight in the groove,
And we all hop the kerb as we smoke up the tyres, 
And we spin, twist and slide on the move,

Trying not to T-bone, not throw a belt, 
Threading the car like a pin in top gear,
All cherishing the roar going down the main straight,
As the crowd all let out a cheer.

I love the power of the drums as cylinders dance, 
I love the explosion of the wheel on the tar,
I love the thrill of the moment winning the race, 
When I race everyone else in my car.

The Distracted Walking Law

No walking while distracted - that's the law
Don't leave the kerb and step under a bus
Don't oggle that hulk, nor admire that chick
Keep all eyes on the road
No rocking along to music box
No whistling or humming allowed
No eating a burger while strolling
No admiring the view or star gazing
No distracting thoughts either
Why Oh Why is it chicken now, 
   to cross the road!

A Quock Is Not a Quack Nor a Quintessential Quarterback

Quickly quickly now quack quack quock" said the rook on a rock by the dock at six o clock. But no rock ever did tock so no quock could be audible now could it? Who on earth has really ever heard a quocking sound? Well one should visit in the rainy season. Coughs do not sound like a standard quack. They sound like a quock. And a quock is not a quake and a quake is not quivering, quarterising, nor is it a quintessential quartet. A kilo of a viola is akin to a shy trumpet. And an eskimo dressed in a tank top could roll down a grassy slope quicker than a jar of collected pennies. Dare to jump over a kerb? Wrestle with a set of giant keys? Well firstly one must jump over a train, a plane, and mind the rain. Hahaha rhyming is dining out today. Hahaha the wristwatch is swapping colours for a mild dews formation. Hahaha compiled cards comes cantering cheerily. And a hexagonal xylophone delivers a representational speech. Xxxxx restorations z z z z z at forty five dips to fifteen tacos.

Cauliflowers Calling Ring Ring Ring

Trumpeting cauliflowers never blow eggs backwards onto a postal stamp. So never kick a cabbage to a kerb. Oh watch now. All drive safely. Harmonics in a queue are indestructible and indescribable too. Oh counting. Fun fun fun but not for an atom. They prefer to whizz around a jug. Or a used dish. Or a mop bucket. Take no acetic crow to a crown party. For feathers fly as the dresses are announced and who wishes to swim in thick tar or oil anyway. No a pointing stick says. That is quite right. And rights are righteous and righteousness is a right-angled visionary visualising rhombic robot. Dare to argue with GHQ? Or something that is said that is not paths? Tread light. Upon the grounds of carpets. Carpets carry carnivorous carnage. And a douchebag in a suit is neither a swimming whale nor a wallaby. Ok then. Good. Fantastic news for all who attend the operatic antics of the wardrobe sheaths.hahaha pickled melon meeting pickled lime. Hahaha leotard lion leapt. Hahaha swordfish sampling sailing seas. Xxxx Constantinople z. That was the p y q reporting in the afternoon from the aerial perspective of the debate about that apple pie. Z

Sanguine

Bright blooms
Rich rooms


Prime peace
Etch ease


Reap rites
Word writes


Free form
Niche norm


Glimpse grace
Front face


Heart highs
Sweet sighs


Mind moves
Great grooves


Wear wit
Fond fit


Dare dream
Spell streams


Love lights
Sheer sight


Know keep
Play peeps


Verse verb
Kind kerb


Poise plays
Dream day


Clear choice
Veer voice


Calm cheer
Niche near


Take time
Charm chimes




Leon Enriquez
13 July 2016
Singapore

Echoes

Abrupt change
Wet rain pours;
Misty landscape scene

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Roadside kerb
Walkway water puddles;
Splash of speeding cars

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Wet window panes
A thousand droplets;
Random pattern

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Umbrella parade
Wetness everywhere;
Rush for cover

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Jagged lightning
Electric sizzle;
Trees uprooted

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Massive traffic jam
Old giant tree falls;
Two road lanes blocked

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Little people drenched
Colourful raincoats;
Cutesy parasols

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Wetness soaks
Wet shoes busy;
Rainy commotions

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Touch of flu bout
Sniffles and cough;
Sore throat lingers

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Drowsy dizzy feel
Flu hits the roof;
Bedside manners rest

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Blur sensations
Mind groggy here;
Too much medication

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Rainy day people
Stay indoors;
Wetness hurls cold

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Bronchial nuisance
Coughing bout chokes;
Heavy breathing hiss

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Leon Enriquez
25 November 2015
Singapore

Haiku Dissatisfaction

haiku/dissatisfaction
©  RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
15 November 2014




                                      put on your trousers
                                         i do not like snails in bed
                                             they are kerb-crawlers

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