Long Irony Poems
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It’s the Cocker Spaniels this time the media screams
I roll my eyes, wondering when the cats will get some blame
Or the monkeys, cheetahs, sharks or giraffes
They are diabolical, plotting your death, the announcer says
I do not plot her death, but I plot taping her mouth up.
The pit bulls were the last group to blame.
What about the housewives? Do they use environmentally friendly detergent?
or the house husbands….do they recycle their lard like grandma did?
How about the grandmas who feed their pets with Styrofoam?
We are the polluters.
We are the litterers.
We are the ones driving cars one person at a time.
But let’s blame the Cocker Spaniels.
I shut off the T.V.
Why is ugly, ugly?
Maybe things are not
As bad as they seem
Could it be because we are frustrated
Things are not the way we dreamt
As you get older
Learn to control your temperature
Become your own mentor
This means more than it does now
Or more than it once did
Me, Myself
I seem to pursue all with doubt
With flanky obstacles
I continue to flirt
Thy curse of effort
The diversity
Between things you like and dislike
You dislike it so much
You no longer can stand to look upon it
As I am hideous for this bland explanation
People become ugly
For they are not who or what we
Perceive them to be
A smile that could feed the starving
The irony in how happiness
Became a dying thought
In this ever flourishing garden
So why is ugly, ugly?
Simply because it is not the picture
We look to see
Ugly is not beautiful
But it’s all lovely
He was famous for being famous,
Nobody knew what he’d done:
But he was famous for being famous
And that was good enough some.
And he was there at every function
Party, Birthday, Bar Mitzvah, barbecue
In fact if he wasn't there
It just wasn't considered a do.
When asked why he was famous
He’d give an enigmatic smile
And the question was forgotten
In a very little while.
And then the police arrested him
On suspicion of a long past crime
And some said they’d had
Their suspicions all the time.
And then the police released him
With not stain on his name
People said no smoke
Without fire just the same.
He put his house Up For Sale
And then he was gone,
Just upped and packed his bags
And so very quietly moved on.
For weeks it was the topic
Of our quiet village life
Until a certain worthy was found
In bed with the wrong wife
He'd been famous for being famous
Nobody knew what he’d dome
But he was famous for being famous
And that was good enough some.
He can't stop rhyming.
His mind races in cadence and timing.
Writing muses from within,
In both darkness and light, they begin.
Put to paper, in one pen stroke,
No force edits, and none of the hoke.
Modernists may very well blaspheme,
Believing they write, in deeper theme.
Cluttered words, and punctuation on a page,
As if contortion, should serve as the gauge.
A rhyme might accidentally appear,
but only in likeness, feeling quite 'impure'.
A well-known Frosted poet, left readers stunned;
This poem's title may find you, unknowingly punned.
This Flake will write, as his mind dances,
Until proven otherwise, he'll take his chances.
7/26/2017
Relatively new to PS, this first poem tried to poke fun at modernism. I grew up with poems that rhymed. I was surprised by the number of free verse poems and their popularity. Being on PS has allowed me to broaden my idea of poetry. I've learned that Free verse is universal, while rhyming is limited by dialect. The best lesson I've learned is that less is often more. It is surprising how a three, line 20 word poem can say so much. I'm still a rhyming addict...
Soon. My Birthday Candles
This last autumn is constantly milky white or drawn gray hanging down between the trees without an intent to reveal any blue of a sky exists so making ever higher a reach to heaven re-routing confusing
even angels
this last autumn of the present decade of my life when I celebrate longevity along with God my ABBA who carried me here beyond all forecasts for that era when futures for child-diabetics were inevitably
stricken short
but I with my family made an art of survival turning trials into challenges for feats of every fibre questing on the full-sail voyage together more
we made an art of effort of optimism of caring
of aspirations...
none would have believed blowing out these candles marking
six-decades aging after all my beloved had sat around grandma’s
kitchen table with small sweetened-laughs saying “oh Sally...you wil
outlive us all” blowing out candles
with such wishes and exclamations as “...and many more..”
filling the air rejoicing how their delicate child wedged
between life and death went forth with blessed broad smiles
and love-seeded pathways of purpose...
***********. *************. ***********
(c) sally Young eslinger 12/1/2020
Thanks be to God
FRIENDS
5000 friends and not a drop of care.
Its like being stranded in the
middle of the ocean
with no water to digest-
Remember Water,water everywhere -
and not a drop to drink ?
Facebook is sea of friends,
and when you need one oh well...
Human nature kicks in...wrong
impression and misconception.
Just learn to be a friend-
all that's required is a little
communication without judging -
a listening ear and a sincere heart-
and the integrity to look
for nothing in return
.
Friends-friends everywhere- - -
but not a one to stop and think
Friends do not ask for,
or allude to asking
for personal loans,
or sex, on the internet.
5000 friends and not a drop of care...
For you few who are sincere-
There are more like you out there;
Don't lose faith in man-kind;
Still do not stay silent when you see
someone doing harm.
Watch the ones who tell you-
your attire is all wrong-
you get to the party and see
them flexing in the same one.
People on the internet are still people,
it's just you are not able to
smell them coming...( hahaha)
Use all the rest of your Five senses,
do not be frighten, just heighten
the the ones you have.
And by all means use
your spiritual powers-
-Ask for and use the
" Spirit of discernment"
My mother died surrounded by those who knew her only by a
narrowly defined role and failure of expectations. While to this
day, only seen as the blame for their short-comings, deficiencies
and mistakes, due to choosing to grant them a life where she had
very little control and all needs unmet were also burdened by
resentment of society. That her plight is invisible due to gender is
a story of discrimination that goes untold or just unheard. She --the
mother-- may as well had died alone, since who she was, just invisible to
those surrounding her, while there being anything more about her
than they knew is just incomprehensible as she faded away from
a life so unfulfilled.
Women will say it's men
Men will say it's women
They all throwing
Shades at each other
Defending their gender
Tendering different agenda.
Women will leave their man
Because he cheated
Then go to another man
Who's cheating on his woman
What a irony... Circle keeps repeating
Men will be telling several girls
Same thing but different feelings
Feelings depend on her vibes
Time passes, little misunderstanding
They break up, then go to another woman
Who's probably not satisfied in her present relationship.
I know they're some women and men
Who don't cheat, they're fidelity
Men and women
Keep accusing each other
Thinking they will never unite
But every weekend;
Friday, Saturday and Sunday
There's always a wedding ceremony to attend.
Men and women, who cheats most!?...
living for the moment
ended life as we knew it
but i'm just doing whatever
kind of hoping
for some entertainment
along the way
a day in the life
of the sunny day blues man
hands down
this is the best i ever was
the best i'll ever be
don't you agree
the sunny day blues man
isn't it funny the way news slants
the return of the sunny day blues man
just be happy with what you choose man
Never a better option than a given hand
thank god for the sunny day blues man
hope isn't a measure
it's just tested time
a clamp of suspense
when the moments array
an echo of needs
to balance out
the ways things seem
desire
is the best you and I
will ever be
don't you agree
the sunny day blues man
isn't it funny the way news slants
the return of the sunny day blues man
just be happy with what you choose man
Never a better option than a given hand
thank god for the sunny day blues man
at times life seems to cycles
signals of distress
vanity and cupcakes
i know, it's a brute mess
but along with the irony
comes pancakes
yes, the madness seems to iron me
yet i am still here
the eyes a thinker
life of a fighter
hands of a lighter weight
unburdened
when smiles reflected a pinch of hurting
because in punishment
the sunlight just couldn't outreach the curtains
though we take the steps alike
we trespass the worries to vaguely
but it was times like these that made me
and it's the best i'll ever be
"the things we accept in steps of courage"
The Walk part 1
Tired of it all
The bottle empty did fall
On the third floor
I looked out
Skeptical
Of the distance
Fatal or just painful?
I have had enough pain
Looking out, it began
To rain
For my final walk
I took an umbrella
I was that kinda fella
Strolling down the avenues and streets
The bridge called Freedom nearing my weary feet
I walked up and halfway across
Looking at the darkness swirling in my head
The river I am sure would consume me dead
So I jumped
The Bridge part 2
Over to the side, as a car flashed by
Why that was close, close to die
As I stared down the murky river black
I decided not now
I will walk on back
On the avenue called Destiny
A robber jumped out
Your money or your life! He cried
I had left my wallet at home you see
Not thinking an identity would matter much to me
The robber seemed to disbelieve
As the gunshot rang out
I fell on top of my own irony
So I jumped