Long Snide Poems

“The True Mother”

What part of a heart
in another could one trust
when betrayal comes
like a silver bullet, words and deeds
sharp piercing to burrow 
bleed out Life’s dreams 
rust crumbles to dust

Virulent apathy spreads 
Betrayal’s destruction 
hand...

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Father, you hurt my feelings
It looks as if you don’t care that I’m alone
Melodic, hopeful bird sings,
So I listen and feel at home, all on my own 

The tune of tranquility will drain away the...

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If you would like to have your limerick(s) posted, soup mail them to me.

Ms. Rude is still writing her snide remarks
She sounds like a mad dog who barks and barks
Geeze, lady, give it a rest
Your...

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Long Ago, Memories Of A Cold Winter Night Conversation
(Narrative/Rhyme)

Hebridean isles, once sang to me in a dream,
She her beautiful hair silky, so very long
There rests magnificent treasure few ever find
A good poet would use it...

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2013
Vicki Acquah


                                 SCOFFING...

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*** Classified Ad — “Position Wanted” ***

  ((The following is from ad details written on the ad draft form submitted by the ad’s purchaser, who, while here was briefly helped by clerk ES Slinger,...

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"The first time that I saw you, dear, we both were wearing swimsuits...I was pushin' twelve years old and you were pushin' ten...
And, bad as I'd been smitten - (I could not recall my name...

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EVE NELL
BY

JOHN M. ARRIBAS

EVA NELL WAS A BEAUTIFUL BABY,  LATER A TEEN
A GORGEOUS WOMAN,  AS HAS EVER BEEN SEEN
COQUETTISH, CHARMING, WITH  INVITING SIGHS
SOME SAID THERE WAS EVIL BEHIND THOSE EYES
OF ALL THE...

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Tears for a Mother
Fears for a Father gone
Fate deals an unfair hand
The door to youthful joy closing
on adolescent shoulders imposing
grown up responsibilities instead

Eyes sadly deprived 
See not the panorama
of pursuing cloud shapes
that conceal a frivolous...

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My First poem posted here May 2007 was  an enigmatic Lanterne

Viduage

Tall
nettles-
the dutch hoe
rusting in the
shed.

My First ekphrasis (poem no 2 here ) BELLA

Bella

He
opened
the window-
in streamed his first
love
with
flowers,
dressed
in white-
she haunted his
art.

An Ekphrasis in lanterne  sequence on Marc Chagall

MY FIRST POEM I EVER WROTE poem no 3 here. a favoured form  AN ALLITERATION

Connections
Confront,clash,collide
COMBAT !
Cold shoulder,chill,cool
CUT-OFF !
Cry,crave,collect
CALL-ON !
Constant,compassion,consider
CHARITY !
Confer,commune,converse
COMMUNICATE !
Convene,concert,consensus
CONCORD !
COVENANT ! CHRIST ! CHURCH !

MY FIRST IMAGIST POEM -REFLECTIONS

Reflections

Deep into the pool
A blue moon,ephemeral,
Below white-coated peaks,
Bleak and surreal,
The transient image too soon
Dissolves,and ripples into space,
As water though my grasp.

MY FIRST CINQUAIN (after Adelaide Crapsey)

Long days
Of August sun
Where nature blinks and shrinks
The dying grass,yellowed in sleep-
Held fast

MY FIRST HIKU

On the wind,a bell
Muffled from across the square
Raindrops fill the air

MY FIRST TANKA- BREAKING UP

apart again
crestfallen within
my longing persists-
we dis-engage
into parallel lives

FIRST FOOTLE Jan 2009 (Plural footles never really appealed- I stil!l prefer my original creation)

Footle-Bonnie & Clyde

too snide

both died

MY FIRST(& Only PRIZE WINNER POEM )(75$ iN THOSE Soup  DAYS OF 2007)

ELEVEN :ELEVEN: ELEVEN

Chill breath of autumn
Sears the poppy scarlet red,
On his memory'd cenotaph.

Tears trickle in the furrowed
Faces of young comrades
.....now long dead

MY FIRST OPEN FORM

CONCEPTION
Standing
as in a dream
            bemused
in my private world
alone

and yet surrounded
by others

                thoughts
read
digested
and considered


waiting
listening then
             writing
my verse
I awake,content

until the next
time

( Year Posted 2012) OPEN VERSE using spaces&breaks/no grammatical symbols /relying on 'the one breath limitation'/this intuitive...

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This is my best story in 
my mother tongue urdu 
which I translated and 
tried my best to turn it 
into a poem in english 

Luqman who was a 
merchant wiseman and 
his son
bought themselves...

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5/6/24

I got to grind
All the time
In order to rise
As it coincides and goes with time
An ode that's signed
With an open mind
Looking at it from both sides 
Otherwise
I'll just nosedive 
If I fuss and whine
When there's...

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V.
From the day it seemed that things just got worse,
she started handing with less-than-great friends,
and more than once she was caught cutting class,
more and more Miles could feel his heart rend.

He tired talking to her…so...

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March 19, 2023, is a day I will never forget,
You see, that is the day that my Daddy left.

Not in the way you may think.
For he had gone to...

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Rainbow Surplus suppressing it’s limelight on the wonders of thy guillotine. Eat a planet with betadine. Horoscopes orders. The empire shines bright on double d’s. Who’s to say Peter hasn’t squandered his own stability? It’s...

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by Michaelw1two

Mind’s deep permits, darkness’ caverns crave, I beseech of thee
 one light defined in candled flame hides in that blue
 profound indeed these depths despair; oh savage light, make bright
 release these binds, of...

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Let me tell you a story
when i was barely five
my father went and left us
with just a faint goodbye.
Told me to my face
he didn't care how i felt
It was all about him now
so forget anyone...

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How come they call it Labor Day when nobody works?
And why Pool-Table?  Where's the diving board?  the water?
How can you play "Draw-Poker" without paper and pencil?
Do Negroes really have bigger knees?
And Flashlight: A...

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Okay.......so you winked at me....I winked back......!

Like your art work........very cool. Love to paint and draw myself....although have 
been on a self imposed sabatical for the past year.........any interest?

Sylvia      ...

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I’m from liberty and justice; kindness and sadness. 
I’m from freedom and victory; presidential elections and offices.
I’m from celebration of freedom and fireworks; and a wonderful melting pot. 
I’m from an eagle and an anthem,...

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Love is Tender

When a gift is from the heart
And the only cost is sacrifice
Then the gift of love will start
Yet it comes with a high price

If it is spent in a foolish way
As only fools...

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The big, bad wolf wears a suit of gray with a snide smile.
Standing upright, he believes himself to be debonaire
as he takes his comb from his breast pocket and slicks back his hair.
Why does he...

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I can feel it, something inside of me pushing me to reach higher, what refines an insider? what 
defines an outsider? Sometimes i think better when i'm higher; but it's not the drug i desire,...

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The opalescence of the early morning light flows over everything
It touches over ever leaf, every tree, every exposed part of her skin
She stares at the sky as the dawn breaks 
It shines brighter and brighter
The...

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Written with admiration for Tom Cunningham ~ a gentle poet
maligned by one who really casts an aura of darkness


My smile is genuine and reaches to my eyes.
I do not wear a mask, nor a cloak...

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