Knobby Poems | Examples

Get Off Your Knees, Marlon

Pitifully, he calls her again and again
Brando yelling, "STELLA" from his knees.
Like he ever meant something to her...
Stop groveling like a fool. She was a tease.

She doesn't come from Kansas or Oz
and Sunnybrook Farm is make believe.
Stop shouting her name. For crying out loud.
Shed your tears somewhere else if you grieve.

She left long ago on a streetcar to get away.
It's your fault she's gone. You and your drama.
You killed her desire.  That's what she said.
The conflicts you created left her in trauma.

You were the spider who sat down beside her,
the tiny creature that was much too hairy.
You brazenly acted as if you were a king,
but there's nothing about you that's scary.

After all this time, still blubbering for Stella?
You're a weeping wimp and it's pathetic
how you demean yourself time after time.
No one cares because you're not empathetic.

She waved farewell and made your life hell.
So, get off your knobby knees, Marlon.
Alice doesn't live here anymore. She left
and no longer wants to call you, 'Darlin.'

The Silent Kiss

 
sponsor : Constance La France
29.9.25
Placed : 3rd Standard Contest
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“Love is the Supreme Artist Unseen” Poet

with a silent kiss does sperm enter egg
     butterfly fondle pollen in morning dew
                   starling swallow caterpillar askew 
with silent kiss does sunbeam caress window sill
             spoon dips shallot soup with gentle will 
               waves ripple shelly shoreline in thrill ~

with a silent kiss does newborn lick nipple
        cloud embraces cloud, fluff huffed ripple
                      bud petal unfurls to air in dare
            wrinkled stranded beggar’s knobby hand 
           smooch offered seeded loaf, prime brand
hands warm curl steering wheel, feel genteel 
             anchor lands on jewelled ocean floor 

with silent kiss does sewing needle pierce 
            linen white, knife smear butter delight
dolphin fin rouse whale tail, ship returns lipping 

the silent kiss but Love in polar need 
destined to meet in embosom’s clasp 
receiver with giver unmasked grasp

 

                                 ~~~~~

Virginia

I want to go to Virginia

With a girl named Virginia.

Feel the sullen breeze cross my face,

Surf over the knobby contour of my nose, 

Then whiz past my ear as I hold Virginia close.


Her honeysuckle shampoo 

Permeating my brain.

Both sets of our eyes gaze riverward,

Wondering if the dream had started

Or is this the magical reality

We forever wished for.

With my phaser on stun clipped at my side

We kept on along the water’s edge 

Hand-in-hand. Our skin dry, warm, 

And glowing, with our heads full of 

Miracles and our hearts 

In serene syncopation.

Something Left Over

It must have been made
and rejected
in times grinding gears –
a knobby irregularity,
a leftover of smelt and dross.

This is all there is
a gobbet of oven clinker,
but behind it I sense cracked teeth,
soot seared across burnt eyeglasses,
blackened bones,
for after the gas came the flames.

Here it is,
a fragment long convulsed
from its own incineration,
an irregular rake-off, smithereens
dragged across a blind stone floor.

This tittle of slag once had to fit something
the rough rim of an iron door perhaps
behind which an old furnace
still cools in faraway minds.
A ferrous chip chiseled from a gulag,
or a souvenir from an SS campfire meet.

There is always something left
after the unthinkable,
always some spicule of irregularity,
detritus to explain or confound
as we toss it back into the fire again.

The Gates of Hades

The Gates of Hades

today I visited your Grave my love
I wasn’t sure if you noticed
this cemetery is in a Godforsaken place
the knobby old weeping willows
lend a Ghostly tenor to the site
the wind blowing through the trees
makes a Groaning sound or
perhaps it is just my imagination
I am still Grief-stricken since
that time ten years ago when
your soul was taken from me
and lifted to heaven on Gossamer wings
I shall never forget you until
my time comes

Fireflies

fireflies
dispel omens
of the dark black hills
of knots
of knobby toads
nattering evils

mamas chili is better than ever

Mama’s chili pot put out a call
Wanting a variety of beans in the fall
Forty-nine types of beans showed up in all
Auditions were conducted by me and Saul

Lima beans were boring, dull and bland.
Chili beans are always close at hand.
Pork and beans were stuck up and snobby.
Garbanzo beans were hard and knobby.

We finally chose six types of beans.
Together they made the chili fit for queens.
Mama’s chili was better than ever before.
We kicked the limas and garbanzos out the door.

Old Weathered Pickup

A rust-eaten frame, a canvas of scars,
A weathered old truck, a king of the bars.
Its paint, once a gleam, now faded and worn,
Like a story told, a lesson to be born.

The tailgate hangs loose, a creak in its swing,
A testament to loads it has borne and will bring.
The tires are knobby, hardened with grit,
From roads less traveled, a seasoned spirit.

The engine, a rumble, a groan and a sigh,
A symphony of power, reaching for the sky.
Its windows are cracked, with stories untold,
Of journeys taken, in sun and in cold.

Inside, a worn seat, a leather embrace,
The scent of old grease, in every space.
A dashboard of dials, with needles that stray,
Whispering secrets, from yesterday.

This beat-up pickup, a soul in its steel,
A faithful companion, a friend that's real.
It carries the weight of life, with a hardy grace,
A symbol of resilience, in time and in space.

Uniqueness

Chocolate Cosmos is said to be a flower unique,
My bone might be white, and my blood might be red like others,
My uniqueness, like the pole star, is always at its peak,
I set up my goals; I safeguard my needs on my druthers,

Out-of-the-box thinking, truthfully yet, is my hobby,
Love and truth, like flesh and blood, are my stamina and strength;
I allow my words, deeds, and actions straight, without knobby,
Equilibrium of physique and psyche goes full length...!

I have God-given knowledge, skills, attitudes, and beliefs,
Tolerance is my blood; veins are the world's differences;
I feel joy, like a friend, in erasing other's griefs,
With bridges of love, I lessen fraternal distances...!

Standing out from the crowd with my true self, I grow higher,
Sense of contentment, with the fullness of life, I acquire...!!!

Crones Discuss Who Is Old

They are aged, decrepit, seriously weird old crones Gladys said
I cannot believe they are alive, they probably should be dead
She is the kind of Alzheimer’s lady who says whatever is in her head
She is as crazy as any of the rest of us, agreed a loony bird named Ed.

Two of us kept quiet, for we did not think we were as weird as she.
We whispered about Gladys and were not kind about her knobby knee.
We hissed around about Ed, as those with eyes could clearly see.
At least we don’t look that old! Said my friend McDig MacGee.

Fun Words Rhyming About

knobby bobby
underwear out
snobby hobby
butterfly snout

rhyming timing
old pig meat shout
priming rhyming
fun words about

The Dark Side of Liberty

Dark denizens of the night
    gathering in ill-lit backrooms
      haunts of the night
 
  They tease each other with
    rouged cheeks, their mascara
      their pimply breasts, shaved legs

  Some are known for tantalizing
    tempting striptease, revealing
      hairy chests and knobby knees

  Their hardened faces greeting poor
    unsuspecting 'straights,' who, horrified
      run screaming off into the night  

  And now the Left has lumped these 
    misbegotten sickos of the night
      in with today's 'civil rights movement' 

  of transgenders, kweers, and worse
    too debauched to describe, to be
      celebrated in 'Drag Queen Shows'

  in our public libraries, where America introduces
    her precious youngsters into the fraudulent
      creepy cabals of Satanism, endorsed by 'leaders' gone mad

Gif the Wall Flower Giraffe

His knob-shaped knees hang out all over the place
What kind of a dancer would he be in this small space?
Gif was a wall flower for sure, left sitting on Sadie Hawkins Day.
With his gangly feet and knobby knees getting in other sitters’ way.
Some of the uncouth laughed at his large polka dot pants.
None of them knew that this groovy giraffe knew how to dance.

He is wearing converse shoes from 1982, one said with disdain.
And for a sun-glassed giraffe, I think this one looks very plain.
I think I’ll give him a whirl, a young whippersnapper said.
She gave him the eye, and learned that his name is Ed.
He twirled and whirled her and threw her in the air.
He spun her like a top, dancing beyond Fred Astaire.

Now everyone is in line waiting to dance with little old Gif.
I am sorry, he tells them without anger, prissiness or miff.
She is the one who gave me my first and only chance.
I shall continue spinning her until the end of the dance.
They came away with the grand prize of the night.
A huge silver number one cup, which held a spotlight.

Gnomes Post An Ordinance

The gnomes passed an ordinance saying what they would accept.
Many of them ignored it for they did not want to genuflect.
It’s not a choice, the queen said. Post it on the big oak trees.
If a gnome does not abide, make him walk around on his weak knobby knees.

That seemed kind of awful to some of the faeries and elves passing this way.
I think I will move a little bit faster said a grandma pixie named McVey.
I am right with you, said a grandpa parrot who knew how to circumspect.
With gnomes, however, many of the wise fey never know what to expect.

Horn International Women Day Haiku

Double D Dare and Triple D
Dare Brunswick Beacon to
print this.

Horn Women Haiku

women in lobby
at hotel in Abu Dhabi 
some knees are knobby

This is where women's
world conference is.
Jill Biden is in Africa.

have declared a truce
no longer women abuse
like lighting a fuse

received all our praise
they did leave us in a daze
women became craze

they need an excuse
let all of the women loose
Are in Women's who who's

women in the lead
about in the news will read
just who we do need

Russia myopic
uncanny catastrophic
terrible topic

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