Best Drum Up Poems
Café Watch
Sitting in a café, watching life pass by.
People rushing into shops; important stuff to buy.
Groups of foreign workers, stopping, shaking hands;
Local people bustling by – can’t interrupt their plans.
Outside, a lonely busker tries hard to make a splash,
But in these post-pandemic days, so few folks carry cash.
Dads and pregnant mums-to-be battle kids and buggies.
Squalling children at their sides; prams piled high with Huggies.
Faces fixed on mobile phones; hand-held gods adored;
Devoted to devices that their owners can’t afford.
Lunatics on bicycles intimidate, unchecked;
Maximum discourtesy, minimum respect.
Fitness freaks in sandwich boards try to drum up trade,
But no-one wants gym membership – don’t want to be delayed.
Pretentious coffee drinkers sip their frappé-choca-mochas,
While obese men in football shirts spout nonsense about soccer.
Invalids and elderly trundle by on scooters.
Workaholics sit at tables, glued to their computers.
Market traders, thin on ground, do their best to trade,
Looking glum and hopeless at the pittances they’ve made.
People come and people go; things go on much the same,
Slipping in and out of sight within a narrow frame.
For casual observers there is so much to descry;
Whilst sitting in a café, watching life pass by.
I don't want to spread bad news,
So I can't say who told me,
But So And So was seen down town,
In most unsavory comp'ny.
It seems a shame that she can't see,
Her actions tell her story,
But you know me, I don't tote tales,
I just can't help but worry.
You should have seen her carry on,
Or so I'm told of course;
I can't say for sure myself,
And can't reveal my source;
For that might cause them untold shame,
And throw bad light on me.
I wouldn't want the town to think,
That I'd drum up such folly;
But mark my word, sure as I'm born,
That girl will rue the day,
That she set out and marked her course,
Along the wayward way;
But I don't like to carry tales,
So see this goes no further.
Just pray for her and ask The Lord,
To bless her poor, dear mother.
"THE WORDS OF A TALE BEARER ARE AS WOUNDS AND THEY GO DOWN INTO THE
INNERMOST PARTS OF THE BELLY."
Proverbs 26:22
(Did you know that learning to speak in two or more languages is not nearly as hard as learning to keep your mouth shut in one?)
For Conversation contest by Frank H.
"If you want to build a ship,
don't drum up the men to gather wood,
divide the work,
and give orders."
"Instead,
teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea."
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
When the management of personal relationships
and/or political unions
has degraded from empowering shared visions
for mental/physical health
and environmental safety
and ecologically wise economic prosperity
To disempowering unshared
unenlightened
fear and anger about what we can no longer afford
to keep losing
and continue loving
Then we have reduced
EarthTribe's inter-religious Golden Rule
to merely aspiring to do no further harm
to compassionate win/win reputations
now lose/lose trashed
Powering over hard lessons
in polarizing
victimizing
criminalizing
argue, fuss, and fight
trauma mismanagement
When we could have chosen resilient peace
while sailing through Earth's resonant beauty
if we could revisit
deeply listening for what we all need
before speaking with active curiosity
eye to eye.
Dark, twisted stiletto,
Crouched and feral at the end of my bed.
It’s my night off tonight,
Or it was supposed to be until the doorbell rang.
Show him on up, a girl has to eat.
Hello again sir,
The handcuffs are next to my teddy bear,
I’m sorry I wasn’t in lesson today.
Don’t mess with me darling,
I’m older than I look.
Next time your paying, I don’t come cheap,
But if you hold me for a bit longer, Ill cut the cost.
The weekend descends like an October cloud,
A nice little trip to town I think,
Drum up business.
I sit right at the back of the bus, just so people know who’s in charge.
If you talk during the remembrance day silence again,
Ill show you trouble.
An afternoon spent blowing smoke rings at kids,
Their smiles get me every time.
The police caught us drinking again,
Idiots, what do they know?
Do you really want to help Mr Policeman?
Then get me my daddy back.
He made me feel loved, really special,
Like a princess.
None of this handcuff rubbish.
Another clueless councillor has left me,
Just like all the others, struggling to forget,
And succeeding.
But I do have one lasting memento,
On my floor a hint of sparkle,
She always wore such pretty earrings,
Twirling in the light, dancing and obscene as she spoke.
Snatched. It serves her right.
She’ll have earache tonight the silly girl.
It is as she once said,
The world is simply not ready for a star like me.
I delight in love of a smile so gentle
a touch so divine and a warmth so cozy
I delight in the love of the flames of romance
they melt mine heart like wax to a flame
to love as commanded for love is divine
to uphold to trust and to delve into the quarry
the quest of a thirst so pure that dwells inside
inside of mine heart that yearns for a lovers embrace
I brace my self and steel my nerves
as i drum up courage the courage to approach her
love personified in the pretty female form oh so divine
an attribute so pure beholder I so desire
I smile on the approach on her part its a shadow of a smile
I know by now she is delighted in me pursuing her very heart
she knows i wish her well though not all mine intentions are holy
for to love is to stare into her eyes and feel them flames
flames that draw me to a cesspool of emotions a place divine
where mine fears are subdued wars fought and kingdoms taken
taken by her through the attributed influence her fiery passion
if to love is a commandment then mortal man i will adhere strictly
lewis k nyaga
CECE
She looks at me
i can feel her anger rising..
boiling...ati you were saying
she glare at mi..
i sit transfixed.. tongue
glued to my teeth..
i desire she would hear my thoughts
and know..my inner turmoil
she softens he gaze..bro...
whats boderin ju..waah da problema
ainy you ganna answer mwaah..
i stare back the alluded joke..
drives a mysterious smile..
this drives her crazy
she walks out on me..
doesn't even look back
nearly being hit by a shuttle
Guilt eats me up
for am the one who has wronged..
my beloved sister..
its hard to have patient
over things whose ur understanding is..
incomplete mocks me my soul...
i eat up my remaining fries
drum up some anger in me...
at least i have a bargaining chip
she didn't eat them chips id bought..
and its sacrilegious throwing away
food with famine looming... like
she would care..cece...
now i have to play placation
wid time she will forgive mi..
for she is ma siz.. cece.. the
lovely little siz.. now a grown
woman..do you know...cece
i leave preparing an offering
to the crazy fate who made
made me live away from cece..
cece will forgive..after fuming for weeks
shell get used, rite now she is impatient
her new catch keeps flashing..
thats why she doesn't care for a new catch
to a fisherman.. is life
Lewis k Nyaga
I don't want to spread bad news,
So I can't say who told me,
But So And So was seen downtown,
In most unsavory comp'ny.
It seems a shame that she can't see,
Her actions tell her story,
But you know me, I don't tote tales,
I just can't help but worry.
You should have seen her carry on,
Or so I'm told, of course.
I can't say for sure myself,
And can't reveal my source;
For that might cause them untold shame,
And throw bad light on me.
I wouldn't want the town to think,
That I'd drum up such folly.
But mark my word, sure as I'm born,
That girl will rue the day,
That she set out and marked her course,
Along the wayward way.
But I don't like to carry tales,
So see this goes no further.
Just pray for her and ask The Lord,
To bless her poor dear mother.
The Knight was knit on a knockout night.
A batch of bare bears within blissful sight.
Right rowed rode on rigorous royal insight.
Whither or wither, writ warned of a worn write.
Douse the drip and dowse to drum up dew.
Alas allowed the altar rite to alter aloud knew.
Wax warmer upon waves of aqua blue.
Caught in the caudle caudal circuit of one or two.
Halting hair like an idol, idle as a hush hare.
Hearsay's hollows handle heinous and flare.
Can a sane person seine in a water glare?
I fear that a note knob rejects the nob affair.
Leaches of joy leech open or open-free.
I will not feign the fane's favor as a feint fee.
Dazes detained the deal to droop a drupe as a flea.
If a blast blows a blue home, it finds a way to flee.
Written: October 09, 2022
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Horn Have A Beer Haiku
What we have heard is
Charlie likes brew made from barley
Have to hop to it.
More people may meet
Who want their brew made with wheat
Supply did deplete.
To me would occur
Premium beer they prefer
For certain and sure.
When you are bottled up in
traffic which bottle of brew
will you break out without
breaking bottle knowing a
short hop you should have
taken instead?
Remember the song Rocking
Robin, wheat, wheat. Even
the birds will like wheat beer
and will fly to closest bar to
have some but I have never
seen any birds beating drums.
Would be difficult to hold them
under each wing. Guess they
were needed to drum up more
business with.
Jim Horn
the traffic?
THOSE WHO CLAP IN OPPOSITION
AND APPLAUD THOSE I DESPISE
THEY PARTNERSHIP AND AGREEMENT
THEIR CLEVER AND DANKY DESQUISE
MINDFUL OF A FUTURE
CONTRASTING AND ENGAGING THINGS
COLLABORATIONS FOR TOGETHERNESS
WHEN PREPARED EYES SEE'S LEARNED PRACTICES
THEY SPEAK IN SEEMING CAUSE
THEY WISHED THAT IT'S
OPPOSITION
WOULD CALM THOSE WHO WORKED-OUT THEIR FLAWS
EVER SO UNCERTAIN
CREDIBLE IN OPPOSITION
DIRECTIONS GUIDED BY AMIRATION
TO DRUM-UP A NEW POSITION
HECKLERS SPEAK
THEIR MOUTHS SPIT DISTASTE
THE BOO AND JEER
WHILE DRINKING THEIR BEER
THEY ADMINISTER REFRASE
THEY SPEAK THESE WORDS IN FORM
THEY SHOW TO A WORLD IN JESTURE
Utter brainless nincompoop
in this poem heretofore addressing
I wanna be forever free
and clear from mortal anguish,
and need more than a blessing -
I need a miracle worker after confessing
behavior causing depressing
wretched state of mind
self incriminating admission expressing
emptying out checking
and savings accounts.
Gross negligence fomented morass
of monetary hemorrhage,
thus yours truly speculating
imagining peaceful easy feeling
after quaffing hemlock beverage
(considerably less expensive
than trained masseuse
administering head to toe effleurage)
the former painless demise
popularized courtesy Socrates
whereby Athenian democracy
charged said philosopher
with impiety and corrupting
the youth of Athens
unlike him I feel mental,
physical, and spiritual states
devastated, jackknifed, and shattered
into a million little pieces,
hence appealing notion shucking off
western civilization equipage,
and concomitant linkedin
corporeal defrauded earthling
and author of these words.
The importance of money
or lack thereof smarts,
especially when series
of unfortunate events
even Lemony Snicket,
would be flabbergasted
at such blatant and flagrant stupidity
exhibited courtesy yours truly.
Herr dummkopf did not function
with one iota of his brain
case in point entire
financial cushion he did drain
anonymous, barbarous, egregious,
ferocious, iniquitous jerks
re: cyber crooks enriched their coffers
in previous poems I did explain
how yours truly got sucker punched
to surrender substantial capital
subsequently severe depression
washes over me like floodplain
after a major hurricane
thus another shout out,
though I feel quite insane
to drum up buffer (in) zone
excedrin also sought
to bring temporary relief
far fetched likelihood in dough main
despite moon shot
to witness philanthropic boost,
I keep praying Meg Found
will pull thru and ordain
(fiasco from fraudster frazzles father)
one ordinarily perspicacious primate
who financially doth strain.
I can be serious
furtive, mysterious
Or sunny funny playful
as I pen a whole sleigh-full
Spin long narrative yarns
of lovers in each other's arms
Adorations to celestial beauty
of skies' myriad charms
I can write a song
cut it short, extend it long
Or swiftly drum up a dance
Create a gypsy in a trance
Compose a 'Bravo!' to a friend
Or eulogize life's other end
Plumb the depths of hearts and minds
Treasures of words, uniquely mine...
everything is well all around
look to the thens to see what
you've found
gather your thoughts
and be higher bound
look to the tomorrows
dance like no one else is around
The weight
He had written two short books
Wanted to show her, his work,
Not now she said, I’m watching telly.
Around the beam that keeps the heaven’s roof from falling down,
He slung a rope fastened to a scrap iron drum using
Himself as a counterweight.
He hoisted the drum up, but he was too heavy
He carried too much weight of pride.
He cried in the night struggled to get rid of unwanted feelings
The drum becomes lighter, descended until
He was lifted to the top of the beam feeling free
Of false pride and ambition.
Why did you cry so much in the night? He was asked.
He smiled, was at ease with himself, but didn’t answer.
The weight
He had written two short books
Wanted to show her, his work,
Not now she said, I’m watching telly.
Around the beam that keeps the heaven’s roof from falling down,
He slung a rope fastened to a scrap iron drum using
Himself as a counterweight.
He hoisted the drum up, but he was too heavy
He carried too much weight of pride.
He cried in the night struggled to get rid of unwanted feelings
The drum becomes lighter, descended until
He was lifted to the top of the beam feeling free
Of false pride and ambition.
Why did you cry so much in the night? He was asked.
He smiled, was at ease with himself, but didn’t answer.