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Lunchtime Riot

Your fingers about to break
If you give it one more shake
In my general direction
My angers really detectin'
Something brewing way down deep
Slowly bubbling to creep
Out of my soul with full force
You better think before you toss
One more finger bend my way
It is rude and not OK
Be polite and wait to ask
Your question as I pass
By your table to check on you
Your ignorance needs to shoo
Now you start to shout so clearly
My name as everyone can hear thee
Your getting very obnoxious
I don't like all of this rudeness
Your embarrassing and loud
Disrupting all of my lunch crowd
Pay your bill so you can leave
Everyone can be relieved
And enjoy their lunchtime meal
Without hearing your voice squeal
Form: Rhyme


Streaming

Streaming,

Springing into new things,
What's this season going to bring,
Singing out reasons for being,
Seeing stars gleaming,
Streaming consciousness,
Obnoxious patterns intervene,
While we get between ourselves,
Delving into a universe of secrets,
I can't wait to see what you get,
Set your sights on the sun, 
You're the one who brings change,
The world rearranges around you,
True to your intention,
This dimension of existence,
Dances with your every move,
Groove within the flow,
Don't be afraid to let go,
Thats how you grow strong,
Longer days are up ahead,
Instead of watching them go by,
Try reaching for the sky,
Pry open your heart,
Start to sing of good things,
Spring brings beginnings,
And everything you need,
To feed the dreams,
Already in life's stream.
Form: Rhyme

Fanaticism Runs Poetically Amok As Pseudo Tribalism Village One

airing zeal! If (dog forbid) the richly paid, namebrand 
looming kneecapped kneeling illustrious giant egghead 
con cussed career athletes fumble, crumble and bumble 
spelling a loss for those spectators (who doled out 
a wad of cash) quickly make collective disappointment 
known by cursing, first in loin, odiously reprehensible, 

unacceptable wimpy yikyaking atrocious carpetbombing 
expletives. As a casual observer (albeit also participant 
within the human league of billions within the culture 
club sans crowded house), no shortage of opportunities 

avail themselves to scrutinize the man knee ting man 
contention upon this oblate spheroid (densely populated 
globular planet), these myopic brown eyes of mine need 
not pay per view to witness austerity, depravity, gravity, 

et cetera manifold gamut of Primate (particularly Homo 
Sapien) behavior. Raucous, querulous, perilous, obnoxious, 
notorious...actions prompt me to intervene as referee. 
I would fear for my life if one to many excessive acts 
of kindness would require specialists to scrape my pan
caked body electric off the sidewalk. A similar outcome 

would most likely transpire if this totally tubular troubadour 
disgust religion. As a tried and true value adherent of atheism, 
a vociferous, rapacious, nefarious, jackass, fractious Bible 
thumping religious dogmatic character would expend every 
last ounce of fire and brimstone to proselytize me. Thus 

when infrequently conversing about one or the other
aforementioned verboten topics de jure, I consciously 
exhibit genuine indifference keeping mum. Obvious 
quietness sidesteps ugly wickedness.

Your anonymous, curious, erroneous garrulous, hip poe 
potty mass stir wordsmith Matthew Scott Harris
Form:

Premium Member All In

All In

Is who I am. 
Bright colors that make people gawk, 
I have a funny way I walk, as it appears I shuffle, 
but it is a dance of sorts. 
God loves me and I am mobile… I am grateful.

I am the person that comes to the party, 
dressed as a zebra, a pilgrim or unwanted salesperson.
Ever at large, I am in your way. 
I am loud, obnoxious, 
I help everywhere I can, and bother YOU!

At the get together, you grabbed your stuff and ran. 
You were kind at first, but never looked back. 
At the birthday party, I tried harder. 
I filled the room with balloons, 
the guests had to party outside. They all laughed. 
You were not laughing when you smiled. 
You tried hard, but you made that other face, 
just underneath. 

At Thanksgiving, I forgot to pluck the turkey, 
Actually and in fact, I let it go in the yard…
the kids loved it, and everyone laughed again, except… (small echo voice) you.

Christmas is coming. 
Maybe you won’t pick me up anymore? 
I understand. I am loud. I am big. I smile too much. Sometimes, I drool. 
It is okay, they will let me stay. They are nice to me…here.
I will miss you still.
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Obnoxious Mike

I know just how to get even with that Mike.  I can’t stand how he spreads gossip 
about me throughout the company.  The one thing that makes him more obnoxious 
than his hollow mendacious gossip is that incessant smoking of his.  Well, I’ll put an 
end to all the trouble he perpetrates.  Tonight we are having our annual Christmas 
party.  While he is puffing away on a cigarette, I will douse him with some lighter 
fluid.  Since we are all firefighters, I’m sure somebody will put out the fire quickly.  I 
just want to teach that guy a lesson once and for all.


a fictional account based on a recent news story


Premium Member I Am Bored With Boors

I looked up the word 'boor' in my Funk n' Wagnalls to verify the truth.
I found that, "A 'boor' is one who's ill-bred, crude and somewhat uncouth!"
I find boors obnoxious and inconsiderate jerks when they flaunt their gall!
Their disgusting, rude and churlish behavior nearly drives me up the wall!

I detest loud-mouthed youths (and adults) who I suppose vie for attention.
Their total lack of respect for anything is beyond my comprehension!
Their public display of putrid language is offensive to others' ears.
Free speech is fine but public vulgarity could be reined in, it appears!

My eyes glaze over when gasbags bore me with trivial conversation,
And don't get to the point and babble on and on without cessation!
In a fine cafe why don't boors stifle cell phones and let people dine in peace!
Their chattering is akin to a pair of magpies or a skein of honking geese!

Teenage boors practically make love in malls that is offensive to many others.
Aren't kiddies today taught be a bit more discreet by their pops and mothers?
They tote their boom boxes with 'music' blaring throughout the 'hood.
I'd like to tell them where they can shove those things if I legally could!

I loathe smart aleck boors who tailgate and impair my driving vision.
Don't they know this lack of common sense is apt to cause a collision?
I reckon I'd better wind this down and not bore with further dissertation,
But no doubt by now with boorish boors you can sense my frustration!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 5 in Linda's "I'm Bored With_____" Contest - May 2011
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Parking Lot Morons

Encountered some drivers
In a mall parking lot
Absolutely blew my li'l ole mind
Rude and obnoxious
Only way to describe 'em 
What's with this self absorbed kind

Seems so damn important
To always be first
Are there no more “courteous” drivers
Are they gone with hoop skirts
And Saddle Shoes
Happy to say I'm a survivor

It's much like a war zone
As they race for a space
What's happened, where's chivalry gone
People on crutches
Men stooped over
Fair game for this bunch of morons

I'll get off my soapbox
Attempt to mellow out
What I saw was beyond comprehension
If I used foul language
I'd be just like them
Must be living in different dimension

© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

This Love

This love 
You expect it to hold you and engulf you 
Protecting you from every harm 
It’s supposed to be the sanctuary 
That sets away everything that harms you 
It’s the sweetness and warmth 
That rains comfort and overwhelming ease 
It is the goodnight before you sleep 
The first ray of sunlight that hits you when you wake 
It is the perfect calm afternoon you long for after a busy day 
The blanket that robs away your cold 
And your warmest bath on a Monday night 
It isn’t supposed to make your heart twinge
With a surreal ache 
That deprives you from seeing the fireworks at New Year’s Eve
As every spark hits the sky, your heart obnoxious, filling with saddening joy  
Denning you from every beginning you wanted to have 
As the minutes start to end 
It keeps you from loving 
And loving with your all 
Leaving you hanging on your pillow
 As the darkness subsides 
Thinking of how it was 
The last time ago

Premium Member Abcedarian Poem Because it is Great Practice for Me

aristocratic antelope alarms and annoys
blue-eyed baboon’s billy goat buster
causing confusion, consternation and crying
distressing and disturbing deliberate donkey
egg-producing egret elevates enthusiasm
forever frolicking in farmer fred’s pastures
giddy goats gallop in garnished with garlands
happy horse henry hypnotizes henrietta’s hens
intense iguana ignores idiocy of inmates
jackals justify jack rabbits jelly-like jeers
kangaroo keenly kicks off kingly kibitz
luxurious llamas lollygag in the lounge
mischievous monkeys march among marshes
nervous newts nibble on nutty Nutella
obnoxious oxen opts out of outrageous opportunities
preening peacock praises his pompous president
quivering quail questions quaking quasar
rustic rooster ruffles robin’s restlessness
sassy songbirds swizzle and sway toward sand beach
talkative turtle trains tarantula to twist and turn
understudy Ulysses utilizes universal unitedness
validating vocabulary of vicious vultures
wandering weasel wants to find his wishes
‘xacting ‘xtra ‘xhibitions ‘xperiment on eagle’s nest
yellow yak yawns next to yipping young wolf dog
zealous zebra zips into view of aristocratic antelope

Premium Member --- Super Unintentional Devotions Unto You My Lord--

--- Super Unintentional Devotions Unto You My Lord--


SHALLOW PRIDE
USUAL ACTIONS DENIED
PUBLIC FORUMS DIVIDE
EMPTY BELIEVES WRONG DECISIONS
RELIGIOUS FREEDOMS NO CHARISMA

UNITED FRONT NOTHING LEFT
NON BELIEVER UNDER ACHIEVER
IMMEDIATE INSEMINATION NO SIGNIFICATION
NOT A CUSTOM TOO ONE TRUE BELIEF SYSTEM
TERRIFIC IT'S ALL BOUT YOU NOT GOD/JESUS
EXTRA TIME TO CEASE AND FIRE
NEW IDEAS SAME GOD NEW DESIRE
TOP ABOVE OF THE CLASSES
INTENTIONAL BURDEN LOST THE FIRE
OLD VIEWS HEARTS DESIRES
NON BELIEVER NOW BELIEVING
ASSISTANT FROM THE ALMIGHTY
LESS OF MYSELF NOW I'M BLESSED

DOUBLE BLESSED AMEN
ELSEWHERE ENDOWED
VOID OF MY PROBLEMS NOW
ORDINARY I WOULDN'T BELIEVE
THIRD TIME A CHARM NOW I RECEIVE
INTENSE EMOTIONAL VIEW
OWN UP TO MY SINS I CHOOSE
NOCTURNAL NOW SOUND
SECOND TIME AROUND

UNIVERSAL GLORY THIS IS MY STORY
NIGHTLY CUES FROM ANGELS HUES
THIN AIR DON'T NEED IT NOW
OUR HOLD AND ETERNITY LIFE NOW WITH JESUS CHRIST

YOUNG AND CHOSEN
OBNOXIOUS NON BROKEN
UNDISPUTED TRUTHS

MORE ABSOLUTES
YOUNG AND SAVED

LITURGICAL BRAVED
OBEDIENT PREFERRED 
REGULAR I AM CHOSEN BY THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB
DEEP DEVOTIONS PRAISE THE LORD OUR GOD, AMEN


super unintentional devotions unto you, My Lord

3/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Form: Acrostic

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