Wannabe Poems - Poems about Wannabe

Wishful Thinking

I don't wanna be
a wannabe no more
waiting for opportunity
to come a'knocking
on my open door
and the day she does
tho' the lights are on
there's no one home
as I'll probably be
out to lunch
knowing me
so I wanna see
'Been there, done that!'
on my resumé because
I'm oh-so tired
of being a never-was

wannabe king toys with soldiers

parade had it all
toy soldiers, planes, tanks, salutes ~
a wannabe game

Wannabe Wallaby

    so

a possum who wanted to be
not a possum but a wallaby

    but 

a wallaby who wanted to be
a whatever whatever he

    and more

like an adventurer high
in a hot air balloon
or an astronaut off
on a trip to the moon

    or even

a rider of

FRANK BALISTERI WANNABE VIDEO GHOST HACKER CIRO GARGANO AND HIS FBI GUY IN HIS POCKETS

WHAT BEGAN AS HACKING INTO MEDICAL DATA OF VETERANS MILITARY FAMILIES ORGANIZED CRIME VIDEO CRIMINAL GROUP WORKING VERY CLOSE WITH CHINA DUE.TO THE EXTREME NATURE OF AMERICANS NEED FOR SONY PRODUCTS MORTAL COMBAT OVER LAKE MICHIGAN GREATLAKES NAVAL TRAINING STATION TO BE EXACT LIKE MAFIA BOSS FRANK BALISTERI WANNABE MOB BOSS CIRO GARGANO CONTROLING FBI

Sinner Wannabe

Hypocritical in her ways,
She yearns to waste her days.
Morning to noon, and night again,
The years flow by, unchanging, mundane.

Her lies, like polished trinkets, gleam,
Each with sharp edges, yet unseen.
Her flaws lie open, raw and exposed,
Leaving depths of cruelty still unopposed.

She longs for hell, its dark embrace,
Yet finds herself in virtue's space.
She tries her worst, yet

Happy-go-lucky Wannabe

I saw you smile,

Now, I'm smiling too

You say so many words.

I know you don't mean all of them.

When you say 'leave',

I know your heart would search for mine.

I don't want to be the distance that measures away from you.

Just smile at me.



I saw you smiling,

Now, I'm smiling too.

Then your face sold a different tune.

I should

A Wannabe Gameplayer: New Poetic Form--TEARASSONANCENET

Hark,  Hallow Dark my dear pal, Titans Mars 
rally Martian stars, tag team game Play--Card 
Black, Naturals -- rare place reason, Blackguard 
quandary, battlescarred, halt? Pass? Have cigars? 
Smart-aleck, hmm! facial--compact, boxcars, 
ugh! gawdawful. Beauty Triathalon, 
He'll be back straightaway, mayhaps papers? 
Your facial pasted atop Front page! Bazaars
trains, sidecars, racecars, famous! Alas, Shawn,

I Samson wannabe feel aghast at latest turn of events regarding Gaza

I (Samson wannabe) feel aghast at latest turn of events regarding Gaza

Omnipresent grief and horror
abounds toward ceaseless killing fields
impossible mission for me
to summon forth fading magic powers
since Delilah imposter hashtagged,
(and subsequently outed) 
as a mortal (know your) enemy, -
nevertheless became the love of my life -
(sent by complicit
Philistine officials to entice me)

nearly found yours truly
inveigled,

WANNABE ACE ROTHSTEIN THE CARNIVAL BOSS

YOU CLAIM TO BE ACE ROTHSTEIN A BOSS
COMMITING HIEST ON DISABLED ELDERLY 
PERSONS BREAKING INTO MOBLE HOME 
GOLF CARTS AND MEDICATION BOXES 
RETRIEVING ANTIDEPRESSANTS HIGH 
BLOOD PRESSURE MEDICINES HEART 

MEDICINES AND VIAGRA PUSHING THESE 
MEDICATIONS TO DEGENERANT GAMBLERS 
RETIRED HITMEN BULLIES OH YES INDEED 
I REMEMBER YOU FRONT PAGE NEWS NORTH 
CHICAGOAN OTHER LIFE CIRO

Harold the Hugh Hefner wannabe carrot top

Harold the Hugh Hefner wannabe carrot top...

spry buck analogous to energizing bunny 
jump/kickstarted procreation ruckus.

Home on the range 
cacophony quite absurd
PlayBoy Bunny herd
and felt ingratiatingly inured,
nevertheless colony or nest 
of doe eyed demoiselles 
stewed over their 
kit and caboodle being cannibalized
gourmet chef “coney” or “lapin”  
delicacy the magic word.

Ruled his hare'm 
nsync with trumpeting

A Heroes Welcome - For John

Flim Flam 
the hero man
sold his story
and away he ran
From Hanoi to DC
before swamps could be drained
karma would catch him
and rot out his brain
But the damage was done
in the Great Halls of power
as his bombs of war
the whole world did scour
So what is now left
when the hero has faded
same as it was
a nation all jaded
Clamoring

A Wannabe Cowboy

Well, I’ve lived in this Montana country
guess it's been pert near fourteen years 
I call myself a cowboy though I ain't
punched no cows or branded no steers

Ain't broke me no fiery eyed wild stallion
Or pushed cattle across open land 
Never fended off a mountain lion 
nor killed a grizz with my bare hands

I ain't wrangled

The Life of a Wannabe Mogul

In the city of Chicago
There are born Queens with beautiful faces
Commanding constable with gloves in hands
But on the other side of the Empire
Is my city, where birds sing louder than car horn
And echo's of various native languages 
Pierce the street like tribal war

A local girl of humble birth
But I want more than our local gin
I

A Troubadour Wannabe

In a land of troubadours and song,
A young man dreamed he would belong,
With heart afire and passions strong,
He set out to join the throng.

He practiced every single day,
Learning scales and melodies to play,
And practiced singing in every way,
Hoping his talents would soon sway.

But when he joined the troubadour's guild,
He found his hopes and dreams were

Let There Be Limericks: To All You Wannabe Poets

I
To all you wannabe poets,
Here's a word of advice ere you start:
If you want folks to love it,
Keep your ego out of it,
When you write always write from the heart.

II
It's great fun to write haiku and sonnets
About rainbows and gay Easter bonnets,
But if you find them too terse,
You can flesh out your verse,
And festoon it

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