Wannabees Poems | Examples

Tariffs CAN BE a Great Negotiating Tool

  
     With President Trump, no country should mess
        unless her leaders and citizenry crave hyper-stress

     Two weeks in office, he’s reined in three socialist wannabees
        Columbia, Mexico, Canada ~ already pleading, down on their knees

And They Leave Us Alone

Wannabees always seem to know
who the really tough guys are
Their carriage indefinable
 though marked by every scar

The pheromones of conquest
 carried by the chosen few
Who rumble through the tallest grass
—swallowing what they chew

(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)

Plastic Americans In Cape Town and Elsewhere

In South Africa, we imitate Thanksgiving, even "Black Friday!"
Is it business or American culture-wannabees
I hear awkward Howdys; "How U doing?" Narratives of "space ...customer care"
Just as plastic bags decorate sidewalks, veld, pretty cities. Krag, "power,"
Is out more than "on," and the same for water "Loadshedding,"
One of of very own phrases, as with 'State Capture' by WaBenzi
The newest tribe that found state funds for that German car!

Country

Country


Called American folk,
country music’s genre
caters to tough big-rig 
cross-country truck drivers, 
cowboy wannabees and 
crooners; the blue-collar
corners of the country.


(Pleiades)

Violent Movies

Violent movies are just not for me
Why are they popular with so many wannabees
A peace-loving dude
Really don't like crude
Enjoy nature films about flowers and honeybees

One Cloud Away

it was always one  cloud away 
what do you do when everyway is the right way
what do you do when everyway is the wrong way 
i used to know 
now i don't know which way to go 
I'm on a race only the slow wins 
staring eyes and thighs marked with resting thunderstruck chins 
between the wannabees  and the hasbeens the joker's makeup cracks and grins 
one has to be deeply shallow
, to miss beauty packing down south to the marrow 
now it's time for spiritual eyeliners to masquerade the sorrow 
my tomorrow promised me a smile to borrow 
my piper subconsciously dropped his flute 
life is a beautiful dantelle scenery to pollute 
my wisdom , a pack of pearls ravishing the curves , the silhouette of her memory
 a collage of lame loose endings unquenchable scenery forms our silver lining gallery 
what a waste 
what a waste 
when you eat but can't taste 
when a whole lifetime slowly slips in haste 
a ladder and bench 
how romantic the subtitles are in french 
between the word and the noise 
it all lies on the make up, it all lies on the illusionary poise 

Tamer Hossam

The Final Battle

All the soldiers stood proudly gleaming white,
For years they all were smiling bright,
Then one by one off they went to fight.
One by one by the enemy they were got,
And one by one they fell to toffee rot.
Sometimes it was by sheer neglect
Sometimes the cause was a fight.
Sometimes they took a good kicking,
But they sure did take some licking.
They carried on regardless as good soldiers do,
The years took toll yet some still rallied through.
For three score and ten the battle it did rage,
The enemy every one they did engage.
Both North and South they all stood tall.
Until finally the last rank they did fall,
The empty graves of the fallen saw with much dismay,
The final rank, with a simple yank, went sadly to the tray.
Now the barracks are all empty,
The guardroom it is closed.
Those brave and Pearly Sappers,
Will never again be snappers.
No plastic troops will take their place,
No walts or wannabees in that space
An empty cave will be their grave,
They served me well, all of them were smashers.
Now they're gone, I'll miss my lovely gnashers.

©  Dave Timperley 20 May 2017

Mama Say Papa Say

PLEASE ALLOW ME TO REITERATE
THE THINGS WE DO TO MAKE LIFE GREAT 

WE WALK THIS EARTH WITH FIVE GREAT SENSES 
DON'T ABUSE THEM BY BUILDING FENCES 

GO FORTH INTO YOUR FUTURE, LIVE YOUR LIFE ALIVE 
OPEN UP YOUR VISION, TAKE IT ALL IN STRIDE 

YOU DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO EVERYTHING YOU HEAR 
THERE ARE THOSE AMONG US WHO INSIST WE LIVE IN FEAR 

TAKE A LOOK AROUND YOU, SEE ALL THERE IS TO SEE 
YOU DON'T HAVE TO ACT LIKE ALL THE WANNABEES 

GO TO SCHOOL STUDY, YOU WILL TASTE SUCSESS 
YOU WILL ACHIEVE A VICTORY, IF YOU APPLY YOUR BEST 

SELECT YOUR BUDDIES WISELY, GO AHEAD STAY IN TOUCH 
BEWARE OF THOSE AROUND YOU WHO DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU MUCH 

YOU CAN SMELL THE ROSES, WATCH OUT FOR THE THORNES 
LIFE IS TRULEY WONDERFUL IT'S THE REASON WE WERE BORN

No One Is An Empath

An empath is someone who can feel anothers energy and emotions,
and I have no doubt that there are some,
but most are con artists or superhero wannabees screaming for attention, 
and others are simply people who have a very strong sense of intuition.
The remaining small percentage do possess this ability,
to feel the emotions of others and their energy,
but they aren't empaths with some psychic ability.
All other animals are empaths with empathic abilities,
It's hard wired in their brain, it's a survival neccessity.
Ancient early humans once too shared this ability,
but when we evolved our high intellect it was no longer of any need.
We could see with our eyes and judge everybody,
We could hear with our ears and know if others were angry.
There are no human empaths, not really,
only they with evolutionary excess baggage that hasn't vanished completely.

Melancholy

Melancholy
	
	rainy season 
	grief, white hydrangeas 
	hungry caterpillar


	A haikuette for “Haiku Wannabees”

Like Rolled Furnace

wildfire grips highland
like rolled furnace
exploding sparklers on night air

glares of blazed ecstasy crackle
leaves wear soot
while trees cough ashen blasts 






For Debbie's Haiku Wannabees
by nette onclaud

Form: lune--5/3/5 WORDS perline

California Is Burning

California is burning with scorching 
blazes that destroy acres of land
and luxurious homes!


It's an Inferno where screams are too loud:
high winds have a wrathful force
and multiply dangers!


It's an evening without a red sunset...
trees fall and birds start fleeing:
beauty will turn into ashes! 


Don't be brave, never try to fight a blaze: 
escape from this burning hell
and pray for rain again! 



 Entered in Debbie Guzzi's contest,
"" Haiku Wannabees "
Written on 6/4/2013

Forest Fire

As lightning strikes trees
birds scatter
fire spreads through forest.


*Lune* 5/3/5 syllables 

CONTEST:"Haiku Wannabees " sponsored by Debbie Guzzi .

Burning Roses

Torturous wrath
Fire leads the way of destruction
Burns the rose path

Russell Sivey

Form Trillinea O, [a,b,a], 4/8/4

Contest: Haiku Wannabees
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi

6/1/2013

Witches, Goblins and Wannabees #4

Paula is the queen of the witches,
While some are just learning to fly.
Many are brewers of poetic broth,
And I sigh for Halloweens gone by.

There’s only so much space in the dark sky
On this single night of the year. 
Some will pick up their brooms and jockey for room
While the rest of us cower in fear.

It’s only the brave or fool hardy
Who join witches on a Halloween.
Some would rather be scared than one who has dared
And then nevermore has been seen.


By: Joyce

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