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Taking the Top Off the Bottom
Have a goal of taking your piece of the world apart,
Taking on, as many as you can, life’s kluges and quirks,
Buy a ticket to the reach the matter’s heart,
Aim to see how the inside works.
It takes imagination, the trajectory of a dart,
To see what is obscured, what lurks,
Shedding light on life’s gremlins’ starts,
Ending demons that drive us berserk.
But though it takes aerodynamic parts,
Be straight as an arrow or your effort won’t work,
Anything has a cause-effect mart,
Paying the asking price certainly irks.
Not paying is like swallowing a quart,
Of 100 proof liquid moonshine murk.
Getting beneath the muddy bottom is an art,
That teaches how to use a scalpel and dirk,
And to be alert, and Heaven knows we need more lerts
Some might call it baggage
I am at the ending of my wits, I can’t take this much more
There’s something quite amiss with you, it seems there is for sure
I’ve asked you nice so many times, yet this I must endure
It doesn’t take that long at all, a second for this chore
Perhaps when you were smaller, as a child young and pure
Something so horrific scared you badly long before
And you just can’t get past it as your mind it does explore
A nightmare in the kitchen that will cause you to ignore
I love you, oh I swear I do, it’s you that I adore
But, there is just this little thing that irks me to my core
Some might call it baggage, but right now to me its war
So tell me, would it kill you once, to close a cabinet door
A pet peeve : )
Written for the “Gems for your Baggage” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
Maties I will say Ahoy
And tell you things that just annoy
The wind out of all my sails
As I state a little tale
Of something that irks my ship
While we take a little trip
Through the waters of my mind
Come with me and you will find
The anchor that's pulling me down
Will soon make you cry and frown
Something that needs to be sank
Wishing it would walk the plank
Leaving a big splash of hope
That will climb up a big rope
Into the crows nest up above
Filling up the world with love
Instead of hatred being shot
From a cannon to the hearts
Of the weak in every port
Who have tried so hard and fought
Not to surrender, plead or beg
To what's in the powder keg
Of every racist in the county
Who takes the innocence's bounty
Away each and every time
They do this dastardly bad crime
AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH !!!!!!
For the Annoy Contest
Aim
Apt ask
Aid boom
Bloom bright
Buzz cheer
Choice charms
Chase dreams
Dance daze
Deep etch
End ease
Each face
Flesh fun
Frame grand
Glimpse grace
Good health
Hurl haste
Hurts ink
If itch
Irks joy
Jest jumps
Juice keeps
Kind kelp
Kept lines
Live love
Last moves
Mind maze
Moves nude
Now niche
No oomph
Odd opt
Old pains
Play proud
Prime quest
***** quits
Quaint reach
Ripe rain
Reaps sense
Still stream
Said time
Touch trips
Taste urge
Use up
Unplug vain
Vice voice
Vet words
Work wise
Watch x-ray
X-press x-pose
X-tract yield
Yes yoke
Your zest
Zeal zooms
Zoo apt
Art arcs
Leon Enriquez
18 May 2017
Singapore
In the sweet spring air,
We love a long walk.
I fancy he listens
As I blabber and talk.
I playfully sigh
Once we come in the door —
Someone’s muddy paws
Have painted the floor.
In the hot summer air,
We drive to the beach.
He pulls off my flip flop,
And runs out of reach.
As dusk settles in,
He nips at a firefly;
While never successful,
He loves to just try.
In the brisk fall air,
I need time to breathe,
But he begs, “one more time,
Throw my ball to retrieve!”
When I bring out the pumpkin,
He wants his fair share.
I say, “down boy, down!”
But he acts unaware.
In the cold winter air,
Snow lands on his face . . .
Just a second of calm —
Then a squirrel to go chase!
Only back inside does he now shake off,
Melting snow and frost cascading.
I groan but deep down I know:
What makes his personality his own
Are his quirks and irks,
Misdeeds and misleads,
Imperfection but true affection,
That I would, of course, never consider trading.
When someone lies to me, sometimes it's difficult not to turn and walk away. I think they do it because of one of two reasons. Either they need to feel important, or because they think I'm too stupid to know they're lying."
Nothing irks me more than jerks who are habitual liars
Fibbers whose evil forked tongues I'd extract with pliers
Those who look me square in the eye and keep defying
my skeptical look of askance when I think they're lying
If I could bag lies, fake alibis and bull crap I am fed
I would be spreading that fertilizer in my garden bed,
aware that manure helps flowers bloom all year long
But the stench of bull crap would be much too strong
Liars can't be believed, even when speaking the truth
I find it distasteful, malicious, abhorrent and uncouth
They insult my intelligence, and I find it very repulsive
but to those who tell lies, it's irrepressibly compulsive
They keep trying their damnable best to get me to believe
that a ruse is the truth, but with malcontent they deceive
It's a fault of mendacious fabulists and cunning scams
With falsehoods they'd shave the wool of innocent lambs
No pearls I cast before such swine, who wallow in muck
Caught in webs they've woven, in quicksand, they're stuck
Liars move deeper into darkness with each fallacy they spin
Their recurrent falsehoods are bull crap, and will do them in
Woe to liars when their deceitful fabrications are exposed
Until the truth they admit, my door to them will be closed
Deceptions are forgiven if they are repentant and confess
But I'm not naive enough to keep falling for their load of BS
December 24, 2021
King-Size Bull Crap Contest
Sponsored by Charlie Messina
Let me tell all what is real.' That there are those
Who your lives; would steal' and lies do love
Yet more to degrade; to slap others faces
In retrograde, who count how long or short the
Time, they will allow; the rest of humankind.!
They own so many temporal things it irks my
Mind i feel the sting, I surmise it now.? Yet inside
I know..That ( tic tok )9 is run by 'the w h o' its not
Chinese as time will tell, yet it is a part of the plan
From hell.' No virus came from China either it just
To elude our reason..To mither..' I warn you all I
Hope you'll heed.? Stand clear don't allow lucifers
Seed to be sown in your spirits or minds.' Their end
Dosn't tarry yet it slumbers a bit.' Till those of evil are
Full with it.' They will inherit from the wage of sin
They shut the door to Jesus and would deny you
Also to go in, yet they have no lasting power i say.'
Turn and call on Jesus this God made day.' Who alone
All doubt and confusion dispells, whos name your lips
Can praise and tell.' Into your heart accept His Love
Converse with our father, who is above all principalitys
Every rule, escape from deception be no longer fooled.
What can I say
I don't receive it every day
Though I never check it
But once a year
So how would I know
If It was really there
Just like on Facebook as well
I never check my messages
Which irks my daughter to no end
Though I truly must confess
This is also the way of my house
As I watch the messages scroll
And I wonder should I answer it
By the time I figure out if I should
That number is surely gone from sight
It is no big thing to me though
My older sister used to go crazy
She would say how am I suppose
To get a hold of you in an emergency
I'd say because I hear the message
I most always keep the ringer off
Then I had the see through phone
So I just watched the lights go off
Maybe I will check my soup mail
more often than not
I wrote this last night because I checked my soup mail and seen there were 5 messages;
9/ 24- 25/ 12;30am 2012
I can draw that he says.
I say okay.
He tries to, but it is not the same.
I tell him it is great.
He asks better than yours?
We both know it is not better or the same.
It is different.
Why don’t you draw something you want to draw? I suggest.
He smirks.
It will be better than yours, he brags.
Okay, I agree. That will be fine.
Yours is kind of plain, he tells me.
Okay.
Yours has too many dots.
Okay.
Yours is too playful.
I have stopped smiling and agreeing
Understanding now why other teachers become exasperated.
Mine is better he says.
I say agreed.
Mysteriously this makes him angry.
He has not gotten a rise out of me
And it irks him.
We draw in silence
Stuck with each other until the end of the day.
The next time I try to pick him up he says he does not want to go.
I do not blame him. I am not easily riled by children or childish behavior.
When you are child-like, it is an easy gig to survive.
A Tongue firmly in cheek poem based on soup poetry contests
I can only agree with your sentiment Mister Lawless
Although I enter a few select contests nevertheless!
I know you’re discerning, and don’t show any bias
Yet with some sponsors wins they clearly deny us!
Some claim they judge blind, do they take us for fools
Buddies given top spots, they don’t follow their rules!
Regarding ‘no names’ once a sponsor soup mailed me
Saying ‘I could do better’ so my poem wasn’t top three!
I see crass decisions, syllable counts that are very wrong
A typo and poor rhyming, yet they still win a blinking gong!
What irks me is rhyming forms that have errors in the rhyme
Yet the sponsor declares the winning poem was totally sublime!
I take the risk with this contest, knowing I may get an n/a
If it doesn’t place I’ll put it in a ‘screwed’ contest one day!
For those who aren’t aware n/a stands for ‘not a chance’
Some even pull their losing poem in that circumstance!
I use contests to boost my creativity, I don’t enter every one
as it’s not the Nobel Poetry Prize when all is said and done!
I don’t need to enter every stinking poetry soup contest
Knowing many wins are fixed and MY poem was the best!
Contests! We don’t need no stinking contests
Sponsored by John Lawless
7/21/18