my imaginary friends
My wife often laughs at me
thinks I'm a kind but odd person
I regard Sam Smith as a friend
although I have never met him
he is so very kind when he could
have exposed me as a failed
poet who published poetry books
before he mastered the language
When he did, he lost interest
in publishing poetry because
failure or not, the poems were
written with love in my hear
he is unfailingly polite
My other friend, this might be
surprising for some, Elon Musk
he represents what I'm not
a great poet of technical matters
I also sense his loneliness; it's not
easy to be wealthy, to have and not
to have plays on his mind
a good man that is all that matters
Not to forget Joneve, who took in
my poems, warts and all, until she
detected sloppiness and refused
to take in some poems, by doing so
I had to sharpen my game for that
I'm grateful
Categories:
sloppiness, absence, abuse, addiction, allusion,
Form: Blank verse
No one missed the cock's wackiness, Still it was a dreaminess, Nothing substituted his craziness, Crowd appreciated Tom's cockiness, Actually he was a bird of laziness,
How did he get the pickiness?,
But he used his canniness, I admired his rockiness,
He removed our sloppiness, His fight was not spottiness, I was attracted by his choppiness, He got victory by his grogginess, Atlast he became logginess, Anyhow his fight gave me floppiness.
Categories:
sloppiness, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Monorhyme
My only way to tell your Poem
is to tell you mine
I read alot of poetry...
from time to time,
Some I find confusing, four letter words
you shouldn't be using...
instead YOU do contrive words
which do not rhyme or don't belong
like "dust upon my broken-legged desk
abandoned for so long"...
when spell-check is unused,
sharpness, sloppiness do not amuse
even an occasional ink splatter
doesn't really matter...
that piece, is better left unread
(Not to be read)
that old verse is in reverse
we can do without your swearing...
it only messes with my head
remembering what was said...
your reference point is pointless
as is my quill
laid there, in my ink well, still...
you may not understand, my only
way to tell your poem is to tell...
or review all MINE...
now, that I'm through, I'll tell/review
you yours, when I find some time :)
Categories:
sloppiness, analogy,
Form: Free verse
I've done my part
all the players laid to rest,
three wise men gazing at a star
a gentle beast braying
the lamb with the chipped leg
a family of three still smiling
though they lost a bit more hay.
Miracle messiah dumped to the back of the closet
with the bulbs, bows and happy paper
where the heavens are always darkened
I slide a wooden rock over their tomb
and head for the warmth of the Inn,
for a beer-small talk and a shot of sloppiness-
Categories:
sloppiness, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
Thank you my Father God Almighty for making me, somebody,
You are the best who gives me rest,
You give no sloppiness,
Even when I am sitting at my desk,
Taking a test of life, through all the sacrifices You have made,
You have delivered me from all my mess in life,
Now I can take my rest with the best that You have,
I make this one request in my life, now that I can see,
You are the one who paid the final fee, Who died, was buried
And rose again, took all of my sins,
Nail them to the cross and set me free,
Indeed I'm free, I now have the key to live eternally,
Take my gift, my talent, my great potentially,
That I may be debt-free indeed.
Categories:
sloppiness, adventure, america, anniversary, appreciation,
Form: Verse
They walk on coals on tippy toes for years —
Ice cold, red hot, a ravished tongue of spurs.
With hope, they balance happiness and fears.
Over stove, truly shamed, the pot it stirs.
Severe, the cursed to pace through fragile time.
On doors they knock and tear off locks of hair.
The shadow of crazed mimic, senseless mime.
Through sloppiness of tears, they know they care.
The drip of drops grows quiet - faucet off.
The stains on cheeks remain — rejection’s pain.
A cool soft cloth on honey skin sans scoff,
Agree to toss all argument — abstain.
Insanity pleads, pride be right not wrong.
But loving lips just want to get along.
3/6/2018
Categories:
sloppiness, angst, marriage,
Form: Sonnet
When I was young my mum ironed my jeans
With my clean underwear on I thought I looked keen
But as I grew older and had to look after myself
Ironing your jeans was a sign of wealth
So I didn't iron them to give that lived in hook
When I found that I had a hip new look
Where it was simple just to wash them
And put them on with no need for sloppiness to defend
But sometimes being drip dry would my scene
Walking around in them wet after they were clean
So they are a versatile garment of many uses
Just don’t iron them or make any neatness excuses.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
sloppiness, fashion, world,
Form: Ballad
Slouching on the evening train
Ravelling through old anxieties,
It better than eye contact with robots
Haplessly Shuffling on and off
The deepest and fondest memories appear
Through the thorny ripples of mind
Speeding down memory lane
First memory, first bike, first bruise
First Day of school, no front teeth
Fast forward to first date,
Sloppiness of that first awkward kiss
First love pangs of distress
Until at last your realize
You passed your flaming stop.
Categories:
sloppiness, how i feel, humorous,
Form: Prose Poetry