Pestered Poems

a young boy once

a young boy once lived in a zoo
round him such a hullabaloo
to earn his full daily keep
he looked after all the sheep
shovelling up their mounds of poo

to change his one job he pestered
and with the truth he so twisted
then he looked after the goats
their smell was beyond a joke
regrets the story invented

now caring for baby camel
but was way too much to handle
on him they dribbled and spat
the next day he wore a hat
but still was too hard to handle

then he looked after the rabbits
but they had many bad habits
from him they would hop away
and would never stay and play
they treated him like a bandit

then he tried with the quacking ducks
here he had so much better luck
giving them bread by the pound
they would follow him around
now with small nests they would get stuck

Something Sweet

Something Sweet

I want something sweet
Pestered by my brain
It’s like a recurring tweet
I am trying to refrain

Something sticky like toffee
A gooey dessert of delight
To eat with a cup of coffee
Resisting with all my might

A chocolate bar or wafer
To ease my craving buds
Apple would be much safer
But it tastes like fairy suds

I am waiting for 4 o’clock
The Sunday shops stop calling
My will as solid as a rock
My glucose level’s falling

The pride of not succumbing
A passing of this test
I should be very happy yet,
My brain’s becoming a pest.

David Cox 13/04/25

A Woodland Tale

A giant lived among the trees
a woodland home of oak and elm
of birch, of sycamore, a roof of leaves
but treelings bothered, pestered him
did run amok, did taunt and tease
play and run around his feet
did kick a shin, too tall his knees
go treelings in their raucous fun
but temper fraying, he, of them
and anger growing, angry on
picked and grabbed all one by one
raised them up with giant arm
shout and cry he threw them far
so far away, so far to land
but land they did where little lived
and there be strewn amid the fern
and that is why, dear all, you see
a clump of trees seem randomly
growing where no others come
a curious copse of trees alone
because a giant threw them
far from home

An Interview With a Dying Tree

The Interview Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
 
Honorable Mention
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In my talk with a tree, I said,
“Sacrifice, thy name is tree;
For us, everything of you is free.
As you respect our every plea,
We find a great friend in thee.
For ages you are in our yard,
We all, for you, have a great regard.					
You are as old as our forefathers,			
You loved all, and all loved you.			
You know not any discrimination,			
Be it people, animals or birds.						
Whoever came to you,
You hugged them all equally… 
Providing shade and shelter.
Nothing of you is yours,
Be it your leaves, flowers or fruits.
Though people pestered you,
By breaking your branches and trunks,
You have complaints against none.
Now, you have become an old one, 
And are going to die soon.
Even your dead body will not be yours,
As firewood and funeral pyre, it’s used.
Don’t you have any regrets?”
As an answer, it humbly replied,
“The purpose of my life is to serve…
And I’ve simply done my duty.”



The Interview Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Date: 21-06-2023

Grindhouse Disappointment

I often wake screaming in the dark from a nightmare, 
The details of which I can never remember.
I feel cheated for having been so terrorized 
By demons that seem beyond my imagining.
I expect better than that from my grindhouse existence.
If I'm to be pestered by nocturnal poltergeists
And succubi that leave me drained of life,
I’d choose to be privy to the director’s cut.
My curiosity demands no less.

Mail Lady

The van jolts its way into our street.
She hops about in her animated cage
from dashboard to counter
adroitly cardsharping the world.

To her is given a great dispensing,
deftly she sorts
the trivial from the eventful,
flicks the lid of our mail boxes
as dire epistles are bundled with the trite
and the slight.

Each mail box now bears witness
that we are important enough to be persuaded,
pursued and pestered.
for she sorts and sends
and we wait expectantly to discover 
if we are recorded within a printed letter,
then wave as the little van chugs away 
on its rubber tread.
even though those white envelopes
may hint of trouble ahead.

Joy-Fluttered

Blest to be ministered to by God, I’ve uttered:
“Thank You, Lord; make my life around You be centered
Though trial-blistered and faith in You had faltered
I still heard You cheering me; such indeed mattered.”

Grace-watered with Christ’s wondrous kindness encountered
I whispered sincere prayer of trust, hope-glittered 
Confessing timid heart, fear-fettered; guilt-pestered…
As my spirit He revives; from doubts, undeterred.

Praise-filled, my worshipful soul He cleansed has mustered:
“Yours am I, dear Saviour Who can’t be flattered
Since You know me so well; fixed my life, then cluttered…
Your love freed me; now like a dove, I’m joy*-fluttered.”

*Psalm 32:11 Be glad in the LORD, and rejoice, ye righteous: and shout for joy, all ye that are upright in heart.

October 5, 2020
3rd place, "MAX 14 lines POEM-inspired prompt" Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 10/12/2020.

Reserata Carcerem Xlvi

*Reserata Carcerem XLVI*

Salient Sufi quondam was hexed;
haggard hags hoisted hurls 'n' were vexed,
apt alakazam gin behoved -
ere, he'd betrothed marred mercies thrown.

Pestered paddock anon hurled hymns,
pored panther knocked 'p gaunt 'n' gullible thrill,
apared asp pruned pulpy foils time tossed,
taunted trio 'n clumsy cauldron washed.

Sent they then wanky winds t' bear thence
ere sassy Sufi wh' loathed rec'mpense.
T' transient agora bore they him;
a felon furrow 'n an isle's lips.

Jolting judgement torn trio ñ him leased;
an attendant t' paddock 'n' asp's spree.
        '20:07:15:12:03

Note:
a) of jolting judgement.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Sufi - A mystic Muslim
ii) Hexed - to cast spell
iii) quondam - long ago
iv) hags - witches
v) gin (obsolete) - a trick
vi) behove - befit
vii) paddock - toad, frog
viii) Anon - immediately
ix) Apar - armadillo
x) asp - snake
xi) thence - from there
xii) ere - before
xiii) Agora - a place of gathering.
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'n' - and
ii) he'd - he had
iii) 'p - up
iv) 'n - in
v) t' - to
vi) wh' - who
vii) ñ - on

Irrelevance

Irrelevance 
Written: by Miracle man
5/24/2020

The Media gives us daily, a “shaggy dog” story,
about Corona virus while reporting with flair.
Conflicting opinions, paint some details gory,
 the picture is always one of gloom and despair.

Never encouraging, when you’re sequestered,
and into the past your mind often dwells.
Hours each day feeling you’re being pestered,
unpleasant news, but then, that’s what sells.

Gaunt Generation

there was a tuned time
when wet wits' wiles
pricked pestered passion
fragile fills foiled fracture

there was a drooling decade
when wanky wields waited
on meagre melody, clogged cleavages
hampered hanker humming hymns

there's this mystic metamorphoses
smothered time trails on lanky lips
of tampered technology, squashed syllables
dripping dances etched in gaunt gullibles 

this time is a bruised bile
cooked in cauldron of vile vices.
          '20:05:20:19:42

Note: of gaunt generation.

Drown Drooling Mistake

wielded wits wept
bruising bounty belch
felon feelings fetched
taunted callous cleft
hoisted hurts bled
moaning mist melts

meagre metamorphoses squashed
pluming punctured prank
tolling toiled trance

masticated memory lurched
basked coup's birth
vying voluptuous verge

braced ocean breaks
drown drooling mistake?
     '20:04:23:17:47

Note: of pestered picture.

By Blitzkrieg Blown

wet wits worn
perforating pulpy pawn
pestered passion puked
cremating clipped cruise
hoisted hankering drooled
felon fate bruised

meagre metamorphoses moaned
spurring sassy sow
gullible gifts grown

dark diminuendo birthed
dribbling crescendos fitted
rusty rhythm rusticated

felon ambiguity flown
by blitzkrieg blown.
      '20:04:17:19:26

Note: Of airy ambiguity.

Unrest of Spirit

Take that library book back NOW! Spirit demanded.
I was a young mother, and tired to the bone.
So I asked my husband to do what spirit commanded.
He laughed, as he was in his Lazy-Boy home.

My mind was so bombarded and pestered by spirit,
I grabbed my purse, the book, and my car key.
As I came to the library, even came near it,
I saw there was trouble, only solvable by me.

Date:  11-19-2018               Contest:  Unrest of Spirit 
                                              Sponsor:  Julia Ward

Under the Red Umbrella

The dark thick clouds announced the rain, 
It was not long before it started pouring down;
Heavy drops of water on cars sounded like a train,
Bare became the streets of the popular town.

No one was in sight I was left alone dispiritedly,
Protected I was standing at a bus stop shelter;
As the rain became torrential I felt disparagingly,
Fortunately, my mood changed when I first met her.

Walking under a huge red umbrella she was,
She stopped and looked at me with sympathy;
Offering me to walk with her after a short pause,
I accepted her gesture with relief and fragility.

It was not a pleasant walk but we were sheltered,
When she suddenly stopped and started screaming;
I was her target accusing me that she was pestered,
I became lost of words and frightened with her accusing.

I ran away from under the red umbrella quickly,
She stood there crying her heart out in disbelief;
Closing her umbrella and hitting me with it instantly,
When I heard the alarm clock and woke up in relief.


Saturday 3rd November 2018

Taking Time Out

I don’t want to do anything today,

Don’t want to even try.

Just want to sit and do nothing

And watch the world go by.

Don’t want to be hassled or pestered,

Or questioned the reason why.

Just want to be still and quiet,

And watch the world go by.

Don’t want to be thinking and planning,

To be aiming low or high.

Just want to be lazy but content

And watch the world go by.

Tomorrow I’ll be back to normal,

The hands of the clock will fly....

But today just want to be left alone,

To watch the world go by.

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