Long Rant Poems
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From within the perspex booth, he flirtily inquired
if my day so far had been fulfilling
Duty of filling two reusable bags with thirty items
Didn't stop my silly line from spilling
"Certainly, yes - it's fulfilling me now"
His stare seemed unphased by my lame admission
Scanned groceries somewhere invisible
Face much closer than distance restrictions allow
French throat honey diverted from usual
Behind glasses, bulged eyes listening
Attempt at saving my remark from ruin, I extended
Adept words of general philosophy
on work life balance, my hope his shift soon ended
Frenchy said, "So soon I'm finishing"
Paid, sashayed away, loaded my car
Out of hours nerd backlit by afternoon's fading filter
Sauntered, long limbs fish fine flowed
to his boxy hatchback, began to fold himself into her
Glimsed me, his drive to leave slowed
Look longer than checkout intended
Don't play movies, - be the movie! I frantically chant
My devious quickly runs reels of torrid takes
Grinning, " Thought you'd be put off by my little rant"
Croissant crumbs flew frenzied as he makes
Front seat space clean to enable our chat
Knocked my head on circular pink hand grip swung
His French consoling rubbed clumsily
upon my hair, explained rubber grip used by his Mum
Tried to tuck it away, cute care fumbling
My impatient imagination carried us far
Decal sticker on window, white lettering ' Luck Left'
I inquire puzzled as to its meaning
"Today Luck came," he says, " It's going to be perfect"
Honestly, hormones by then teeming
Carpark departed in five seconds flat
(smutty Sundee)
23rd August 2020
You all want me buried
You all want me dead
You live your lives straight ahead
You have no idea how to be me
So I am around for eternity, you see
Without me there would be no fire
No sensual, silly, slapstick desire.
Without me there would be no you.
For who could you frighten. Tell me….who?
I am glad to be here, to straighten you out.
You are consternated beyond a doubt.
Wanting to buy me, put me deep in the grave.
Many want me long gone. You can rant and rave.
I will leave this gig on my own term.
And not in a body bag or an urn.
If you cannot deal, go back to your mommas and pop.
I am here to stay, to enliven, enthuse, excite, and I will not stop!
she was all like - there's something i have to tell you
but before she gets to say it
his ex wife shows up
he's all like - she's going to be staying with me
she says - for the weekend
he says - for the summer
as he walks away you see regret all over her face
you know if he knew
you know he'd give his eye teeth
that's the way they tell stories
life however is not a scripted story
it doesn't work like that
people in love
one's the fridge
the other's the magnet
you can't avoid that kind of attraction
your lips are locked before your mind even kicks in
love is like that
you don't walk around it
it is an a to b and it is direct
you don't walk through one door
just as she walks out another
you can be in a huge city
somehow you both walk in to the same restaurant
somehow you're both alone
less than a second later
you are glued to one another
super glued to one another
there is no where
no where else you want to be
you are stuck together
like a tongue on a frozen metal post
no matter how painful it is
you are exactly where you want to be
you don't ah and hum around it
you shout it from the rooftops
you use a bullhorn
you are anything but shy about it
you know what love is
love is EVERYTHING
no one
i mean no one
dances around love
love owns you
when they write stories
they feed their audience
the same crap they’re used to
me?
i'll play some games
you know 'suspension of disbelief'
but love
you have to serve me a five star meal
you don't settle for less
when love
when your EVERYTHING
is the topic
I read on the news
about first nation
people getting sick
because of fungus
growing in decaying homes
babies have body rashes
all people are effected by this black mould
children have red inflamed skin,
the government is listening at long last
repairing mould ridden homes
or building new homes for first nation people
still much to do but this is a beginning
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February 23, 2019
Poetry/Suzette Prime/In Cat Lake Reservation, Canada
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1117-523-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Note: Suzette Prime was created by Suzette Richards, makes a statement,
use a combination of prime numbers, no capitalization, no rhyme.
In this poem I used syllables of - 5 5 5 5 7 7 11 7 11 7 11 11
Reminds me of one long sentence rant !
it’s exasperating and makes my stomach churn
there’s a brand new prejudice at every turn
looking at others out of the corner of our eye
all this nitpicking to try and find fault on the fly
this pointless bickering has been going on for years
people with floppy ears or those with itty bitty ears
people with purple hair or those with locks of green
people who dress up or those who wait for halloween
people who are on their guard or those who feel and touch
people who hardly talk or those who chat too much
people who talk with an accent or those who laugh funny
people who like their tea with lemon or those who prefer honey
people who wear profuse makeup or those whose noses glow
people who speed along or those who drive too slow
people who walk on stilts or those sporting stubby legs
people who skip breakfast or those who throw ketchup on their eggs
people who dive foolhardy or those that do a bellyflop
so yes ~ we’re all different, when’s this bickering all going to stop
AP: 3rd place 2021
(Rhyme)
Eh baby you know me so well
What more is there to tell
I just want all your Love
that shines like stars above.
Let me give you now a hot kiss
There's so much that we miss
I can be forever all that you want
And this is not from me just a rant.
Lets go somewhere and have some fun
I'll always be forever your hot sun
Just come and I will open wide hearts door
Oh baby just come and take me some more.
Just let me be your brightest star
The one that's very close not far
You know where I am right now
Meanwhile my love rhyme for you flows.
You just come to me my darling my honey
You're got the most radiant smile so sunny
Now lets get together and heat the night
Just make my heart that loves you burst bright.
Your love for me day in and night out just shine
And so it is also forever and forever here mine.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
November,23,2014
Dear Ma and Pa: I'm now a proud United States Marine!
I've found it purty easy to slip into their tough routine.
Some of them city fellers think things is really rough,
But growin' up on the farm has really made me tough!
Why, they even let us sleep-in 'til almost five o'clock,
Then, sergeants rant and rave to awaken us hapless flock!
You make your bunk and shine your shoes, if time will allow,
And then march to the dinin' mess for some hearty chow!
On the firin' range I've got three medals for aimin' true,
And though I'm only a hundred pounds and am but five foot two,
I can out-run and out-jump anyone on the obstacle course,
And flip them macho guys to the ground with but little force!
Pa, this shore beats sloppin' hogs and shuckin' corn,
And gazin' at mules' rumps a-plowin' at the break of morn,
Or milkin' cows, tendin' goats or hoein' rows of taters,
Or sweatin' under the Hoosier sun pickin' pecks of maters!
There's even an indoor outhouse and all the hot water you crave.
This shore does make it handy when the fellers need to shave!
Shucks, I'm a-thinkin' about makin' a career as a Marine.
That's all for now, as ever, your lovin' daughter, Darlene.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Draw near to me; you need not hide.
Where night is blind, I glimpse your light.
.
I’ll be the warmth you’ve been denied.
Draw near to me; you need not hide.
Unmasked, you rant. You’re petrified
I’ll leave you here to dark of night.
Draw near to me; you need not hide.
Where night is blind, I glimpse your light
Romanticism in Triolet form for the Contest of the Silent One.
Inspired Line from "Phantom of the Opera" is line two from this part of the song
And in this labyrinth
“where night is blind”
the Phantom of the Opera is there/here,
inside my/your mind
I hate it being on point.
My guts they go so tight.
I don"t know what i"ll do,
if i really have to fight.
I creep along the path,
the jungle is so dense.
There is hardly any noise
and the heat is so intense.
My shirt sticks to my back
and my eyes are stung with sweat.
There is not any part of me
that is not soaking wet.
My nerves are jingling bad.
This fear of mine"s a sin.
It must not take control,
i cannot let it win.
I manage one more step,
when the heavens start to rain.
Then Hell joins in as well
and i feel a piercing pain.
My eyes are wide with shock
as my body hits the ground.
The sky is bright, lit up,
in a cacophony of sound.
My fingers feel my blood
and it fills me full of dread.
I am losing so much now
that soon i will be dead.
I have just become a number,
a statistic for the press.
Or even propaganda
to end this bloody mess.
My tour of dutys over.
I did my country proud.
Now they send me home
covered in a shroud.
This small town boys a hero.
Around my toe a tag.
my only badge of honour
inside this body bag.
I"d been here twenty weeks,
a war had to be fought.
But the saddest part of all
is i did not fire a shot.
You have to serve your country,
but let us tell the truth.
Nothing justifies
the killing of your youth.
So let"s salute them all.
For nothings ever won,
and let us not forget
the Mothers of these sons.
But the saddest point of all
and the burden we all share.
Is that everybody knows
that Governments just don"t care!
There now, that got that off my chest.
**Disclaimer! If RANT was a category for poems, I would list this as a rant. However, that is not an option, so I think this is best a free verse poem. However, it is a rant and it's a raw opinion of how I feel.
Sorry to break it to you
a message you don't want to hear,
but my Gen Xer friends
we all suck.
Okay if you want proof
just look at our children.
Are they entitled kids?
We taught them that.
Are they about looking after number one?
We taught them that.
Are they disrespectful?
We taught them that they could be.
Most of us were raised by boomers,
and maybe our older Gen Xer friends were
raised by the silent generation.
We thought we were smart,
we thought we would fix all our parents' ways.
Yet in fixing the problems we thought we had
we swung the pendulum in fully the opposite way.
So, if you look at the next generation
and shake your head and cry,
just know that we the Gen Xer crowd
are the very reason why.