They put their concerns on the
large container in the corner
it was enough for me to tease their imagations
of it's content.
It had a music notes on the side
and made mention of
awareness
it
one side sported a scence of
a red clayed area were
a road
a lnoly road went throuht it
it had a lid were
the handles were
a perfect circle shalaced
with a sign that warned against meddlers
it had a curse
that order the elements of earth
to aile
and cause the meddler great harm
the other side on the floor too
had a picturest scence
where
it smiled upon the ways of
people loving people.
when they opened the box
a deep sounding bassy
song began to play
and inside was
ah.........
tune in next week folk
for the conclusion of
What in The Damn Box!
The contents of the box were thought out before
the show end so they used the "Tune in angle'
to give the people time enough to find something
interesting enough
to be timley to the pictures and content.
They choose a Large shere, it turned people off.
One was heard saying" and when the hinges of the
lid squeaked and the
music began playing I knew this was a joke!"
Categories:
meddlers, crazy,
Form: Ballade
Feeling overwhelmed
She looked into having
Someone watched over
areas where meddlers
could cause havoc
Or undo all she had
accomplished
She remembered her father
saying to her
" everyone that's qualified to
be your lover; maynot be
Qualifed to do the work"
She smiled thinking of old
lovers, adding some of those
qualifed for work can forget
all about finding person with me
What needs minds the cookie jar
when the cookies need minding
Categories:
meddlers, bridal shower, engagement, jobs,
Form: Ballade
To mend.my broken heart
She loves me no more
Once cherished and
Adored
Now I am bruised and
Sored
I thought this was
The part, were she:d
Be my wife
We have a lovely start
Someone to love the
Rest of my life
She wishes to be apart
This bed of thorns
I share alone
All those days full of
Love
Those days are all
But gone
Meddlers played their
Part
All this tentions share
You and I are apart
This burden I must
Bare
Cry like a rainy day
Which causes
I have known
I have a broken heart
Which then am all
Alone
Now that we are part
All feelings aRe gone
Help me mend my
Broken heart
For which I can't
Pretend
Make me full of
Love
Be more than a Freind
Devote all of your
Time
For which must be
Repaid
Marry me when you're
Smart
Love me all of future
Days
See I Know I ain't been perfect
I have faults to
Those times I spent with
Others
I should've been with you
Categories:
meddlers, love, love hurts,
Form: Ballad
To mend.my broken heart
She loves me no more
Once cherished and
Adored
Now I am bruised and
Sored
I thought this was
The part, were she:d
Be my wife
We have a lovely start
Someone to love the
Rest of my life
She wishes to be apart
This bed of thorns
I share alone
All those days full of
Love
Those days are all
But gone
Meddlers played their
Part
All this tentions share
You and I are apart
This burden I must
Bare
Cry like a rainy day
Which causes
I have known
I have a broken heart
Which then am all
Alone
Now that we are part
All feelings aRe gone
Help me mend my
Broken heart
For which I can't
Pretend
Make me full of
Love
Be more than a Freind
Devote all of your
Time
For which must be
Repaid
Marry me when you're
Smart
Love me all of future
Days
See I Know I ain't been perfect
I have faults to
Those times I spent with
Others
I should've been with you
Categories:
meddlers, love, love hurts,
Form: Ballad
Trouble left alone hurts no soul
Endowed with enough wisdom
To score no own goal
When trouble turns vicious in the kingdom
Where trouble finger on the trigger of his machinegun
Slays intruders by the dozen
If wisdom devices from them run
Towards the avenger denizen
Who enjoys a repose by the busy bus
He drives at leisure
Eliciting from no intruder a fuss
That halts the flow of the pleasure
Trouble sips like a well-chilled red wine glass
To his heart’s content
Until a misguided lass of little class
Brews for trouble vats of discontent
Catalyzing him to erupt like the angriest Hawaian volcano
Spewing noxious Sulphur gases
In an inferno
That incinerates flower and tinder dry vases
To teach a salutary lesson
To learners willing enough to take heed
Of timely advice from the wise person
Who readily plants and germinates the wisdom seed
Whose fruit
Nourishes
The recruit
Who dishes
Out love to meddlers
Enjoining them to treat trouble with the respect he deserves
From finicky fiddlers
Who trespass on trouble’s preserves and reserves.
Categories:
meddlers, poems,
Form: Free verse
I am so drunk already reading all this religious tripe n nonsense
Give us all please - a rest !
Never trust a man who doesn’t drink
He is probably a righteous sort
A man who thinks he knows right from wrong
Some of them are good men
But in the name of goodness
They cause most of the suffering in the world
They are the judges
The meddlers
Never trust a man who refuses to get drunk
They are usually afraid of something deep down inside
Of themselves
You can’t trust a man who’s afraid of himself
They are either a cowards or a fools
Forgive my arrogance
but I speak the truth
I am wiser than all religious folk
because neither of us know anything of the great or the good
but they fancy they know something
as I do not know anything so I do not fancy to say so !
Yet I appear to be wiser than them because I know what I do not know !
Categories:
meddlers, faith, god, religion,
Form: Free verse
I will NOT allow
ANY POET
to make assumptions
On any of my poems
Or make personal comments
About my life
Any comments on my poems
That violate my space
And my privacy
Will not be taken lightly
I am a loving, honest, sweet friend
I am a formidable foe
Consider yourself duly warned!
Jade
I've had a poet before post on my work asking me pointedly who the poem was about. That is nobody's business but my own. I will not take lightly to meddlers.
Disclaimer: I've made my own share of assumptions as well. If the person is someone whom I care for, I have asked him/her about it. It all depends on the level of friendship, I guess. People who don't know me...have no right to assume anything about me or my life.
Categories:
meddlers, abuse,
Form: Free verse
I am so drunk already reading all this religious tripe n nonsense
Give us all please - a rest !
Never trust a man who doesn’t drink
He is probably a righteous sort
A man who thinks he knows right from wrong
Some of them are good men
But in the name of goodness
They cause most of the suffering in the world
They are the judges
The meddlers
Never trust a man who refuses to get drunk
They are usually afraid of something deep down inside
Of themselves
You can’t trust a man who’s afraid of himself
They are either a cowards or a fools
Forgive my arrogance
but I speak the truth
I am wiser than all religious folk
because neither of us know anything of the great or the good
but they fancy they know something
as I do not know anything so I do not fancy to say so
Yet I appear to be wiser than them because I know what I do not know
Categories:
meddlers, religion,
Form: Free verse
Never trust a man who doesn’t drink
He is probably a righteous sort
A man who thinks he knows right from wrong
Some of them are good men
But in the name of goodness
They cause most of the suffering in the world
They are the judges
The meddlers
Never trust a man who refuses to get drunk
They are usually afraid of something deep down inside
Of themselves
You can’t trust a man who’s afraid of himself
They are either cowards or fools
Respect to JA Crumley
PS
Respect to all those killed in Paris by the righteous folks
Categories:
meddlers, allah, faith, paris, sin,
Form: Free verse
The Athlete’s Denial
By Elton Camp
Bulging biceps and great power
Made Jock the man of the hour
As a model of good sportsmanship,
Recognition sent him on an ego trip
Long-standing records broke right & left
Made easier by his impressive heft
But meddlers wouldn’t let it be
“This looks very suspicious to me”
Accusers arose to testify he did it
In fear, they conspired and hid it
At least that is what they all say
Jock claims it wasn’t that way
“Why such drugs I’d never use.
It’s to be liars those guys choose.
Jealousy since I’m better than they
Now the league won’t let me play.”
“If an asterisk is put by my name
My records won’t seem the same.”
The truth of the matter I don’t know
But find it rather disturbing, though
Categories:
meddlers, sports, drug,
Form: Rhyme
These walls are gathering together, closing with damp farewell embraces.
The yawns of previous occupants echo through linoleum: my home of all places.
Visitors come and go, footprints on concrete pathways smoothed over by later settlers.
Redecorating the past has never been so easy! The wind carries whispers of meddlers
But that’s easily solved; double glazing for the coming winter of discontent.
Yet still no snow falls for these ghosts. The fireplace has changed; it’s been bent,
Replastered and stoked and ready for the fuel of future memories not yet made.
Still the ceilings creak inwards, the weight of countless children who played
By careering down hallways; Old clocks ticking. Shop-bought curtains are drawn
On the sunsets of men, forgotten are we all in the flick of a signature pen,
Contracted to paint another’s elapsed timeframe. Perhaps a new extension, dear?
Categories:
meddlers, allegory, angst, home, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Lady,
I am flattered at your skill at harm
Now let me see your skill to build
Tearing down has certain vulgar charm
My soul is but a poet's giant mill
And there is nowhere I intersection find
With shared values or shallow mind
The poet is above reproach, others tried
Before our time, and broken hearted died.
Meddlers
Have an inner need to mature and know
The stream that passes them moving slow
Carries very strong current below
Respect this flow, then into the waters go.
We are bothered
By fanatasy of the mind, with no line between
The possible and the impossible, the real
Becomes what anxiety designs, hearts unclean
See a world the same, and lose it in their zeal
Lady,
Do not die in panic because the bee can sting
Enjoy its honey, learn industry there
For even with fast flapping wings it will sing
And pollinate flowers to blight despair.
Categories:
meddlers, romance,
Form: Rhyme
What can be told about rumors that grow,
Of truths now sold and bushes that rove,
Time is best spent justifying means,
For this is the game or so it seems,
Of muddlers and meddlers for truths obscured,
Oft-times require the lines to be blurred,
For shadows of doubt to thrive and exist,
Hidden are rules given a tweak or a twist…
By majority proxy power resides,
Through obfuscation voting decides,
Who shall wear the temporary crown,
When careful rumors and confusion abound?
Oh perpetrators of treachery, tricks and deceit,
Your lies add doubt and insult to injury,
To still great causes with still further to go,
To realize fruit from what has been sold,
But misplaced is our focus yet once again,
For it is us who demands results my friend,
With our eyes wide-shut to method or means,
On which the muddler and meddler leans!
Categories:
meddlers, parody, people, philosophy, social,
Form: I do not know?