Long Jeer Poems
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The bargain master peddler man rides into town two times a year.
We gather at the road, begging him to come to our house first, “please dear!”
He is riding a persnickety particular parenthesis caravan walker without fear.
The PPCW makes all of the decisions, the BMPM follows to avoid a big jeer.
He will be here when he is here, our ancestors tell us. Relax. There’s a cheer!
PPCW has chosen a house, somewhere down the road. I lend a clear ear.
They are newcomers to town. They are rude, impoliite and they drink beer!
The PPCW has stopped at their home, and the BMPM is unloading his gear!
In depth and breadth of shadows, it prowls around
always flowing, wafting on air, ne'er making a sound
It exists in dejection and rejection, and always found
in silence, too loud when its raucous echoes resound
No deafening roar of blaring thunder comes with fear
It's audible only in a mind, but muzzled to each ear
Manifested in visions, without guttural words to hear
The threat it poses in a reverie wears an implicit jeer
Solitude exhales a stale breath with eager anticipation
Quietly seducing our trust with mendacious flirtation
Spawned to be the covert wielder of our denigration
A stealth mute, besotted on doubt as a form of libation
"Take heed, people!" It screams at us without a tongue
In song the tune is hummed; the lyrics never to be sung
Anguish, leaking acid in which toxins are cleverly sprung
Disguised as a protagonist, paranoia's qualms are flung
It watches without eyes, trying to keep us in disarray
An ever lingering specter, hovering wherever we play
In reticent whispers, how deftly it schemes to betray
A taunting voice without curses, a message to convey
Christmas came to the town of Asheville
Each one asked St. Nick for a treadmill
Instead, he gave them bikes
Treating them all like tikes
Then he told them to cycle uphill
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Santa had to borrow a reindeer
Heading out toward the wild frontier
The reindeer was too slow
And its blue nose didn’t glow
Plus it didn’t ever go in high gear
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The Christmas tree wasn’t quite green this year
Frankly, it didn’t fill the house with cheer
It was so dark and grey
Even straining the sleigh
All who saw it were driven to jeer
Christmas Limerick Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Alexis Y.
December 4, 2020
It’s that time of year once again.
It’s that time of the year; it is here once again,
It’s time for the kids to be opening presents.
It’s that time of the year; it is here once again,
To get all you wanted and some things you didn’t.
So we thank you Lord, for giving us Christmas;
So we thank you Santa, for bringing us presents.
So we thank you Jesus, for giving us Christmas;
So we thank you Santa, for bringing us presents.
Because we couldn’t cope, if we didn’t have toys,
To make the girls happy; as well as the boys.
The Christmas party, another affair;
It’s time to relax and let down your hair.
It’s time to remember, those who aren’t loved;
We must mock them and jeer them, for they are not like us.
It’s time to forget, the stress of the cost;
Three months of anticipation, will soon be forgotten.
And now the wrapping is on the floor, the box has been discarded;
Whole days are wasted preparing the lunch,
Or to drink at the Christmas parties.
Then New Year comes and we make false promises;
Just a day after Christmas day,
Yet another argument has started.
The presents we loved have lost their shine;
Since we went back to school
And saw their presents were better than mine.
The poorer families were happy on Christmas day;
But consumerism took that happiness away.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Autumn's weather so spiteful, drear
Arctic streams from north veer
To southern climes listlessly steer
Foreboding skies with gray clouds blear
Voracious winds solemnity doth jeer
Yet hearth's room filled with cheer
Holiday mirth around bend doth peer
Tidings of good will shadow all arrears
Pumpkins mellow in fields now clear
Dry, scaly leaves denuded lawns commandeer
But mistletoe's crimson tide appears
With colorful shade to cloak hearth's veneer
Melded into wreaths; dressing each tier
Interior furnishings gaily decorated; lighted with gaudy chandeliers
Every gleeful spirit becomes a clairvoyant sloganeer
Every joyful mouth sings the merry lines of itinerant sonneteer
I stand unapologetically me;
Unafraid to be different, unafraid to be bold,
I stand for the truth for it is gold
I raise my voice; let it be heard
With all due disrespect!
I rise above the fray, unbowed and without dismay,
My spirit unchained and free to soar
Unbound by the mocking, the scorn, the token
I rise with all due disrespect!
In a world that seeks conformity,
I refuse to blend into the crowd,
I proudly stand in my authenticity,
With all due disrespect, I speak loud.
My thoughts unfiltered, my actions unchained,
I dance to the rhythm of my own beat,
With all due disrespect, I embrace my reign,
Defying expectations, I won't retreat.
For I am a force to be reckoned with,
A rebel with a cause, a warrior in flight,
With all due disrespect, I boldly exist,
In the darkness, I am my own guiding light.
So let the critics scoff and the naysayers jeer,
I will not be swayed by their doubts or their fear,
With all due disrespect, I stand tall and clear,
Embracing my truth, unapologetically sincere.
Form:
A person in the public eye,
When subject of a joke,
Has every right to mope or cry
About the one who spoke.
Yet we’re still a democracy,
Though maybe not much longer,
And things we thought we’d never see
Are here and getting stronger.
The freedom that we have to speak
And criticize or sneer at
Applies to even those so weak
Their enemies they JEER AT!
The ALL-CAPS ranting’s not enough –
The claws must dig in deeper
To prove to all that he’s so tough
Revenge will cut much steeper.
And so the toadies and the Court
Will seek some retribution
As ABC might cut things short
In hopes of absolution.
It’s bad enough when words are hurled
From One-I Will-Not-Mention
But now, with wifely wrath unfurled,
There’s double the attention.
March 5 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 17-20
Key Verse – Deuteronomy 17:19 And it shall be with him, and he shall read therein all the days of his life: that he may learn to fear the LORD his God, to keep all the words of this law and these statutes, to do them.
HEART THAT LEARNS TO FEAR THE LORD REVERENTIALLY
Our heart learns to fear the Lord reverentially midst His peacefulness
When we are overwhelmed with pressures’ heaviness
And filled by vexations’ irritableness---
We stay in His presence of divine blissfulness.
Our heart learns to fear the Lord reverentially midst His instruction
When we are gripped with persecution
And attacked by temptation---
We cling to His deliverance of refreshing restoration.
Our heart learns to fear the Lord reverentially midst His authority
When we are confused with doubts as well as falsity
And troubled by uncertainty---
We abide in His assurance of steadfast security.
Our heart learns to fear the Lord reverentially midst His might
When we are debilitated with sickness’ blight
And weakened by sin’s infectious bite---
We seek His touch of healing aright.
Our heart learns to fear the Lord reverentially midst His comfort
When we are saddened with vain results in our effort
And depressed by jeer instead of cheer consort---
We trust His compassion of caring resort.
Our heart learns to fear the Lord reverentially midst His merriment
When we are humiliated with hypocrisy’s discontentment
And abased by self-glorification’s entanglement---
We pray for His pardon of joyful fulfillment.
Our heart learns to fear the Lord reverentially midst His nurture
When we are worried by doubt’s torture
And distressed because of self-pity’s carnal nature---
We triumph in His Scriptures toward discipleship gesture.
March 5, 2026
Cutting deeper
to the core
words on
a chopping block
drawn in
by your pen
Extracting blood
from one's
deepest cavern
you drew the blade;
Inside I hear
sheets of rain
falling down
my walls
As you
dagger n’ pierce
my heart,
I run away clean
Duality ….
Is the deepest wound
Venom
In your mouth
black as poison
As you silently
twist and jeer
torturing slowly
without emotion
or feeling
My I love u’s disappear
in one act
It’s a cursed emotion;
Now take your bow
as the curtains
falls heavy,
Words of hate
leave an awful scar
The aftertaste
of deceit
Peel off that
Thespis mask
And leave
my stage
Beer Head
Can't drive my brain into gear
my thinking right now is not truly clear,
a headache may come is what I do fear
I should not of drank all that beer.
My body and eyes all a blear
to many I drank to toast a cheer,
clinking my booze to whoever was near
to each and everyone - an equal peer.
Dance moves controlled by my beer puppeteer,
my feet stomps the floor like a ready charged deer,
shout singing the songs - not a cool look they sneer,
wrong words song sung sang, heard in the jeer.
My voice is hoarse an a ringing left ear
only to realise in my right I cannot hear,
panic sets in falling awkwardly on my rear
only to flatten my new expensive headgear.
Broken remains took me to save for a year,
self-pity pours in - I even shed a tear,
sober I stay and will do adhere
if not, beer just may ruin my career.
31.08.20