Mild Mannered Poems | Examples

Sure Shot

My voice protects human potential,
I won’t walk down your road to failure;
These words aren’t labeled confidential,
they are perfume on me clean and pure.

Walk away if you think I’ll downgrade,
I am not some low model robot;
Not gonna take the straw bed you made,
I won’t suffer your distressing cot.

My voice protects human potential,
I won’t walk down your road to failure;
Thriving’s the result of essential,
it ends the need to simply endure.

The joie de vivre that’s been delayed ,
soaked firewood that has been left to rot;
White hot ideas are doomed to fade
when we buy in to a tragic plot.

My voice protects human potential,
I won’t walk down your road to failure;
Excitement should be exponential,
not hidden fine print on a brochure.

Can’t truly live when you are afraid,
mild mannered is one thing I am not;
Weave hard work and drive into a braid,
that detailed design is a sure shot.

Liberty Dreams

The fundamental things 
we cater to love life liberty 
the simple pleasures of 
ecstasy as we reap and
capture endearment entitlement 
morbid endeavours settling 
score’s beyond our means 
sorted bliss a meeting of the 
minds required overtime 
mastering over thinking 
as we become one with 
our own foundation for 
truth justice creating the 
mild mannered gestures 
with mustered up kindness 
a certain fondness for freedom 
as poverty gleams a brilliant 
sense of humility compassion 
unmeasured while we continue 
to salvage what’s left after 
crime war and punishment 
why we reach for her might 
the height of her mystery she 
has given birth to everyone 
who touches her who believes 
in her who craves her protects 
her liberty liberty liberty sing

cousin charleys choice of mate

her personality was insipid.
she had a placid handshake
non-emotive, bland, little affect
she made mild-mannered look vibrant
we were stunned at Cousin Charley’s choice of mate.

we have never seen her smile
she could sober Stepford wives
How did our cousin fall for this creature?
None of us have ever figured it out.
lamp posts have more personality.

Start Mischief

Not too much to say I’ll keep it concise,
just stuff that energy inside my hat; 
There is trouble in witch’s paradise;
But as they say I’ve got a spell for that;

I may seem to be a bit mild mannered,
do not discount the fire in my cauldron;
Magick always runs by its own standard,
the heart of the caster simply stirs on;

Sending chaos will ensure it comes back,
receiving no less than equal treatment;
This is not just filling up a smokestack,
what I said is exactly what I meant;

Be kind and you will know what is coming, 
start mischief that is what you are getting.

Climate Change

Like a puppy dog, young winter
playfully nips at wrists and ankles.

Mild mannered winds
have cool moods now,
at night they sulk and sink
to the foot of the bed
where only yesterday
your feet glowed like a clowns nose.

You sleep not, not even in socks
and it sucks.
By dawns early light
young winter is no more,
in its place is a snarly
winter wolf

and though it is early,
even for breakfast.
you hungrily fix yourself
a double cheeseburger
and of course
another for the werewolf

that is now
howling at the front door.

Vanilla Latte

The taste of vanilla lingers on my lips, long after we kiss,
The flavor of her love, always at the tip of my tongue,
The curvature of her shape flows elegantly,
Her skin feels smooth and velvety as my hands pour over her,
The warm and creamy undertones of her lightly roasted complexion are delightfully beautiful,
She's as light hearted and mild-mannered as blonde espresso,
I drink from her sparingly, consuming her body in sips, 
Short, tall, grande, or venti, she's always fulfilling,
and still my craving for her is never quite satisfied,
Having never felt the overmastering effects of love, 
I can only imagine how it must feel,
but my thirst for it is so unquenchable,
that I taste it, see it, and feel it, in everything,
even in something as unassuming as this Iced Blonde Vanilla Latte.

My Favorite Poem About Paul

Paul is our perfect, favorite friend,
Whose parents are no longer here;
We became his second parents,
Being 20 years older than he is.

He has been our do it all handyman,
And is a Jack and Paul of all trades;
Our lives are impossible without him;
God has given Paul to us as a gift.

Many great words will describe Paul;
He is thoughtful and conscientious;
Has been marvelous and mild mannered,
With our best interests in his mind.

Our needs continually come first with him.
And best interests remain in his mind;
Wish we had the great qualities Paul has;
He remains close to both God and Jesus.

He devoutly prays to God and His Son;
They tell him what is right and he does it;
He is a great guy while being very friendly;
These are the best ways to describe Paul.

James Thoughtful Horn

Shark Life F D C Made Clear

Life ain't for the plenty

Instead it rather

Chooses to 

Extracts it kicks from praying 

On the mild mannered and the meek

Life is like a thief 

That seems to be 

It's one and only brief

And if you don't believe me 

Ask the ghostly sewer children

Lying in the fetal position 

With a blank expression

Both

Wondering and pondering

The eternal question

For one last time

Before they did

Why 
Oh
Ohh
Why

What

The hell did I do wrong

I wasn't even here that long 

Only to be and get told

Doesn't matter

Life ain't for the plenty

Only those who are willing

To take not only their 

Share

But everyone else's

As well

At the Vegetable Pride Parade

Celebrity Carrots shook hands with onlookers
    Barrel-chested Beets beat their chests like bass drums
  Soft-spoken Celery Sticks whispered soliloquies
    Mild-mannered Mushrooms spun themselves silly

           At the Vegetable Pride Parade
           Not even legumes left behind
           Rootin'-tootin' Green Beans
            ~ by blaring trumpets designed

Spring Steps Slowly

Half-dressed trees
dance in an April wind-shuffle.
New buds learn how to shake
raindrops off.

Winter’s skeletal joints
are a lightly applied moss green,
a mild mannered climate
now simmering bark and branch.

To jump right into the heat of summer
would be a greenhorn maneuver,
March’s wayward proclivities
may have yet more to say.

Spring steps slowly into a newly-lit ring
testing for sink-holes in a blue tinted sky.

Many are recovering, convalescing,
mending the torn tissue,
patching up ice-bitten dreams.

Today a nursing breeze foretells of fat fields,
of less demanding times,
of harvests and an fruiting glut.

Time to break the frosted walking stick,
to rise up in the rosy cheek and sinew -

tell the lazy cat on the warming step
to go catch the coming sun
and bring it home.

Empty Headed Moron

Eagerly on my word processing app
My fingers pressing keys Tippity tap
Penning my classic in verse
Thinking the fog will disperse 
Yet there’s no classic just absolute cr*p

Hell have no fury like cranial mist
Even the mild mannered would clench a fist
Aghast as my rhyme and meter take flight
Dreading the empty page night after night
Eureka proclaimed… but the notion I sense
Doesn’t take shape for this poet is dense

Must I endeavour in vain one more day
Ordering words in a haphazard way
Rabid strikes of the delete key
Only conspire to defeat me
Now I’m a nitwit with nothing to say

The Living It Costs

So, we lie here again, under the same old moon. You are a constant my friend.
So, we examine my fears, my tears and my thoughts. The reasons I fail, the silence, the pain, the living it costs.
So, I know what you think. You rattle my cage each time I try sleep.
So, your power over me? I’ve studied you too though your conceit would never suspect such treachery from the mild mannered me?

So, what do you think now? The air is colder up here, but the wind seems cleaner somehow.
So, you never thought I’d getaway? What’s wrong, come closer, oh are you just too used to getting your way?
So, that was quick. That’s some fall I took. But, let me tell you that was no cheap trick!
So, now it’s my turn. To prey on your fears, to be the fire in which you’ll burn.

Identity Alters

The Marvel comic book unique character,
Mark Spector, an American mercenary,
called the Moon Knight, becomes the avatar 
for the Egyptian moon god, Khonshu.

He assumes the identities of Grant and Jack,
arising out of his mental reflection.
Grant, the mild-mannered British gift-shop employee, 
becomes Mr. Knight, and confronts Harrow, 
the servant of the Egyptian goddess Ammity,
who summons a jackal to exterminate Grant,
but he transforms into a cloaked warrior and kills it.
Jack, the third most ruthless alter, 
eventually kills both Harrow and Ammit.

The story revolves around the fatal mystery,
mystically linking the Egyptian gods
with Moon Knight’s multiple alters,
perceived through dissociative identity disorder. 

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October 5, 2022
Contest : Moon Knight
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori

Ice Age Cometh Moot Point 2nd Glacier

Impossible mission to uncouple accountability,
(no matter minuscule - veritable drop within
figurative bucket when quantity contrasted/
compared alongside industrial waste courtesy
major corporations), yet helplessness prevails
survival (mine) inextricably bound trappings
twenty first century allow, enable, and provide

exploiting even dollop so called nonrenewable
resources, I could sacrifice corporeal entity -
body, mind and spirit within eyeblink exhales
last breath before becoming repurposed - inert
cremated ashes randomly scattered across all
points encompassing terrestrial world wide web.

Obituary -
Despite havoc primate species did wreak
from the afterlife I figuratively speak
and applaud millennials whose peak
performance accorded courtesy
your token "aged hippie," 

mild mannered and meek
and long haired pencil necked geek,
whose disembodied spirit
now volunteers as Halloween sideshow freak
incorporating gallows humor tongue in cheek.

The Land of the Law

Upon the mild mannered Canucks,
Descended an army of trucks.
In the capital town
To bring the government down…
A town full of lawyers, good luck!

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