Long Niceness Poems

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I Am Nice

Smack a man to rock bottom
to a world of pure rotten 
Keep him there a year or ten
when nice and kind are forgotten 

And expect a transformation 
Bitterness and retaliation 
Drained of dreams and imagination 
Offering only evil temptation

And watch the good fall 
One by one the fools
About to hand out the misery
Well that just isn’t me

Drag me too this level forever 
Infinity, leaving never,
I won’t succumb whatever
Or give in to Hells endeavour 

I’ll stay strong and with niceness
Compliment with kindness
Help others first selfless,
And repress acts of nastiness.

Cus that’s who I am 
No matter where I am
Always lend my hand
With no return or demand

I’m nice, I’ll say it twice, nice,
Be a caring person is my only advice
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Miss All That At the Chili Cook Off

Miss All That (MAT) came in all prissy; serious cooks laughed a scoff.
Dare this woman think she’d make the finals in the ultimate cook off?
Something wrong with her we decided; her waist was too thin for sure.
We are serious chefs, burly with shaved heads who create chili pure.

Slimy's secret ingredient gives you flatulence and burps galore.
Many cream their britches before they reach the bathroom door.
Believe it or not, more people ate his chili than the chili of others.
He has thousands of relatives, I think fourteen younger brothers.

What do you call that crap? Asked a newcomer named Surly Sue.
We did not warn her in time, and she was now headed toward the loo.
Slimy slipped his secret ingredient into the donut she had been eating.
She did not make it for customers were taking up all the toilet seating.

Mother Russia in the form of Rotund Roth began his concoction. 
Kremlin always bought his chili to make money at their biggest auction.
You sign up to stand in the bread lines waiting for two slivers of toast.
Best quality is chili's persuasive ability to bend wills of man and ghost.

I pulled out all the stops this year, introducing the Super Power Slide.
Gives you a kick in the salivating glands that makes you want to hide.
You turn invisible so no one can see your flatulence propelling you.
Around the room twice, before letting you fly out the window too.

Miss All That asked about six thousand questions to every single cook.
I wanted to say "Here lady" and hand her my dilapidated cook book.
But instead, I fell into niceness mode and helped her like the others.
Her chili was named the best; for she slept with all of Slimy's brothers.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Ogre

An Ogre is mean, an Ogre is ugly
An Ogre is smelly, grumpy and gruffly.
They are so big they can block out the sun
If you ever do hear one it's better to run.

Some want to eat you or keep you as slaves
Others will make you clean their old caves.
Apart from Serog who has never been mean
He is good, kind and friendly and only fifteen.

Wise for his age and peaceful is he
Has many friends including a bee.
But didn't like the meanness he saw
So set about to make kindness a law.

Meetings were held and letters were wrote
Hoping to persuade each Ogre to vote.
Niceness was shown and what kindness can do
Towards people, an a Ogre, an a reader (that's you)

Each Ogre was shown how to smile, but that took a while
Because it's never been their natural style.
They learnt how to be helpful, gentle and careful
And started to feel better and therefore successful.

An Ogre is friendly an Ogre is fine
An Ogre can smile and even queue in a line.
An Ogre won't eat you they now eat their greens
But an Ogre can be windy after eating baked beans.

Contest Name  Writing Challenge  'O' Words 
Sponsor Constance La France
24.03.23
Form: Rhyme

What Did I Do?

If you are nice to people and they are nasty to you for no reason, maybe they are terrified your 'Niceness' will spread on to them.

This would be lethal to the part of them (the nasty part) they have built over time, to feel a sense of safety. (Their defence mechanism). This part of them - is what attacks your kindness to avoid its death. A false personality fighting for survival.

Not only does it fight not to die, but it will bring your demons (divided thoughts & emotions) to the surface too, to feed off, and strengthen each other. (If you react.)

This could be why people are unkind to you for no reason - when you are just trying to be nice, (and maybe why you shouldn't react).

Premium Member The Ones Who Glare At Us With Hate Eyes

If we are nicer they will come around, yes, we think so.
We are optimists, we are teachers, and social workers, right?
We are moms and dads, right?
We are grandmas and grandpas, right?

Until we meet the one
who glares at us with the hate eyes,
who flinches at our body movements,
who masticates our niceness with sheer
meanness, and slaps us upside our heads with pure evil.

The ones who are experts at
picking at our leavings, and our frailties, and our
self-doubts, flinging them angrily into the tornado
of their wrath, including us quickly into their
storm of hopelessness, 
scorning us, in a non-violent
violent way

Seeing our compassion and empathy as
tools of the weak, laughing at our vulnerabilities,
taking advantage, and gloating as we are now the ones
who flinch, who feel victimized, souls lost in despair.

These are the hopeless, and they are delivered
onto us by the anti-moms, the ones whose homes
are filled with the sounds of anger and hate, rage rules there.
These little ones have learned through their yellow-glasses that
life is hard, and they are never going to rise above the stench of sorrow.

They throw away chance after
opportunity after fresh start after chance,
proving to us, that they are worthless,
so they can validate their mothers.


opinions

Opinions 

Elon's super truck gets a bad press
there has been some setback, which will be fixed
It is too early to take delight in his setback
a man like Elon Musk has many enemies 
dislike his forthrightness calling a spade a spade
he is rich, and people who disagree and take
offense, yet read what he writes
Of course, they have the right to do so, but 
I feel it is done out of malice,
Many people 
feel resentful, almost vengeful, saying no one
should have so much money, thinking his cash
in big bags, in a vault, while, in fact, the money
is in stocks and shares.
There are two ways to be outspoken on is to
be wealthy, the other is to be poor
If you are financially modest, you can write
freely whatever you want, but the drawback 
without influence, no one hears you
 except 
perhaps one or two people on 
the Facebook
The others are like pebbles on the moon 
totally unimpressed, but prefer niceness
It is not dangerous, and no one is engaging 
in your utterings
What worries me about Elon Musk is that
his honesty is upsetting, 
the authorities might
try to diminish his wealth and do him harm  
Having aired my opinion, I must say how
I much dislike electric cars  and am waiting for a better 
system to emerge
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Menopause

Menopause uggg

Adam was given work for his sin
Eve was given the privilege to produce kin

Never once was menopause mentioned 
Who created this invention?

They say get an ablation, it’s the best thing since apple pie
You’ll stop bleeding and you don’t have to try 


What they don’t tell you is, it doesn’t always work 
But heck, the no cramping is a perk!!

Whatever!! It threw me right into the change
My life seems a little nuts in exchange
My kids think I’m lazy but in actuality I’m a lot crazy 

I don’t sleep, and I  stay wide awake
My moods are all over so the niceness is all fake 

I wake in a pool of sweat 
Only to later freeze, throw me the net !!

Oh the hot flashes are real 
It’s great for sex appeal 

The man says you must be hot  for me
I just roll over and say no, I gotta pee

Weight gain is going at turbo speed
Chocolate is the number one need. 

I just want to be left alone and not bothered 
Give me peace and I’ll be honored 

Don’t wish for periods to end
You’ll never be right again my friend.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Am Blessed By These Things

Angela, Andy, Amber, angels, ambience, attitudes, altitude, all-purpose flour.
Beds, breakfast, brightness, brevity, butter pecan ice cream, bald eagles. 
Cali, Carolyn, Chelsea, creativity, compassion, craftiness, cleverness. 
Dick, Daisy, Dwight, Deborah, dare devils, delightful deeds, designs.
Emily, Elise, enthusiasm, excitement, eggs, empathy, eagerness. 
Faith, fortitude, friends, family, faeries frolicking, frying. 
God, generosity of others, gladness, geese, gulps, gargoyles. 
Helen, helpful heartfelt friends, hands, hearts, hearing, Heaven. 
Ingenuity, imagination, idealism, individuals, illustrations, imps. 
Joe, Josh, Jack, Josie, Johnny, Jerome, joyfulness, juice, jubilation. 
Kindnesses, kin, kinesthetic learners, kings, ketchup, keys, karats.
Lucille, Lucy, Lou, Linda, Listening, light, likeability, love, limberness. 
Molly, Max, Marianne, merrymaking, music, messes, minxes, mini-coopers.
Nests, near misses, nuts, nerds, needles, Never-never-land, nuthatch. 
Ostentatiousness, Om, orange, oil, oatmeal, orange juice, organdy, 
Purple, pink, plaids, paisleys, prettiness, plumes, peacocks, porcupines.
Quiet, quickening, quail, queens, qualms, quizzes, quotes, 
Rita, Ruby, responsibility, respect, regards, religion, remembrances
Susie, Susan, Sophie, seriousness, sensuality, sex, sizzling steaks
Tracy, Tony, TV, Tennessee, twins, troops, twisters, 
United States, understanding, umbrellas, udders, 
Venus, variety, variegated yarn, vim, vigor 
Weddings, wind, watermelon, wheels, wonderfulness, 
X x’citement, ‘xtra niceness, ‘xaggeration for poetry 
Youthful attitude, young people, yellow yaks
Zany friends, zealots, zeal, zest, zippers, zebras

Written 7-16-2020
Contest: Abcedarian
Sponsor: Beata Agustin

Premium Member What's In Your Will

Not everyone has houses or lands, gold or silver, stocks or bonds, IRA’S or CD’S, Cars or cash, insurance policies, etc. But that does not mean we have nothing to leave behind when we depart this earth. The best things in life are still free, and there can be great qualities in our lives that are well worth the leaving. So why not make a ‘None-Material Possession Will’, and describe from A to Z what you wish to leave behind. i.e.,
  
  
TO AL,  I LEAVE MY GOOD ATTITUDE
TO BETH,  I LEAVE MY INNER BEAUTY

TO CAL,   I LEAVE MY COURTEOUSNESS
TO DON,  I LEAVE MY DECISIVENESS


TO EARL,  I LEAVE MY ENERGY
TO FRANK,  I LEAVE MY FAITHFULNESS

TO  GWEN,  I LEAVE MY GOODNESS
TO HARRY,  I LEAVE MY HONESTY


TO IVAN,  I LEAVE MY INTELLIGENCE
TO JAN,  I LEAVE MY JOY

TO KEN,  I LEAVE MY KINDNESS
TO LORI,  I LEAVE MY LOVE


TO MARY,  I LEAVE MY MERRINESS
TO NANCY,  I LEAVE MY NICENESS

TO OLIVER,  I LEAVE MY OBEDIENCE
TO PAM,  I LEAVE MY PLEASANTNESS


TO QUENTIN,  I LEAVE MY QUIETNESS
TO RON,  I LEAVE MY READINESS

TO STACY,  I LEAVE MY STABILITY
TO TOM,  I LEAVE MY TIMELINESS

TO URSULA,  I LEAVE MY UNSELFISHNESS
 TO VINCENT,  I LEAVE MY VIBRANCY
 
TO WENDY,  I LEAVE MY WILLINGNESS
TO XAVIER,  I LEAVE MY XENIA (Ze-ni-e [Greek = Hospitality] )

TO YOLANDA,  I LEAVE MY YOUTHFULNESS
TO ZACK,  I LEAVE MY ZEAL  cj071507PoSp(Posted 3/23/20)
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Snowflakes With Biting Teeth

Beautiful! Sparkly winter magic. Icy crystals smiled at us. A cheer went up.
Children who refused to wake up for school arrived on Deadman’s Hill by seven.  Happy laughter. Did you eat breakfast? Me neither.
We dragged our sleds up the hill, delighting in the wet snow,
Snowball snow, we called it, the slickest snow possible when tamped down

A few times by a bunch of children piled like puppies on sleds.
Our laughter resounded down the valley as we bumped into each other.
Scarves and gloves were lost. Our faces were red, especially our cheeks.
Ouch! My cousin hollared. Ouch! OUCH! Owwwwwcccccchhhhhhhhhh!

What had started out great was turning into Armageddon!
It is the snow! Someone shouted. The new flakes have biting teeth!
I felt a fresh bite on the tip of my right ear. I slapped the biting snowflake.
Caught him in my hand. He stuck out his tongue at me; 
I grabbed him by his collar bone and shook him hard.

What are you doing? I demanded. He started to cry.
Don’t hurt him! Yelled my pansy Cousin’s wimpy neighbor.
Even my mother gets tired of his ridiculous niceness.
I will take you to my commander if you let me go he said.
The commander made all the biting snowflakes leave,
Because he wanted his son back before I shook him to death.



Written: 11-14-2018
Contest: Cool Writes and Imagination
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues

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