meloostraightfromhertilt-a-world

      Poet's Home             All Poetry       Sign Up!  Login
© 2000-2019 Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.   320989 Poems Read.

Search for Poetry

   


Read Poetry
The Hoping

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Some Children Have Nightmares (tentative title)

Night Train

Nameless



wandering the rolling hills ...(written for his model)

All The Changing....

HOME

Lonesome Love

two out of three people

A Start Again...(I Green-Dreamed Again Last Night)

The Little Bird Said

cat speech

Funny, Not Funny

All You Have To Do Is Breathe....

Different

A Dog Should Have His Tail...

Enough to Clear The Clouds Away 4/13/2019

Checking Out

Devious

Hope Is Sometimes The Best Of All You've Got (definition poem)

Last Night

Someone Send Out A Search Party

Crows...writing exercise in honor of April /National Poetry month

Words

Only The Choice To Be

When People Go

The Day You Left (Words From A Half-Remembered Dream)

Wake Wake Wake

It Is In The Rain

Dream Goblins Of The Night

Wake And Remember

More Poetry >>

 
Features

  Sign Guestbook

Read Guestbook

 
   

The Orneriness



there was a streak in me
recently, a streak of orneriness
3 miles long

it had been growing
like an anaconda in the amazon
for awhile

this orneriness had teeth
and a very snaky smile
it had goose flesh and
as I overheard her
I felt its gaping eager jaws
gnashing then snap shut

she was a dingy-dyed-dirty blond aristocrat
entitlement crackling in every word she spat
she was affecting our ambiance
that is, the dining atmosphere of the orneriness
and mine

I felt the snake inside me thrash
and wish to grab her spine from the inside
like the Predator would its prey
really, she was affecting other people
in this way with her toxic verbal spray

SHUT UP  she told the nice dish busser
who was lowly in her mind
SHUT UP you're making too much racket
if you don't I'll inform your Manager
and he'll have your behind....
SHUT UP are you stupid or what?
SHUT UP am I just talking to myself,
I've had more than quite enough...

nope, it didn't matter that the fellow
apologized nor the fact that a little
girl began to sniffle and quietly cry

so the orneriness and I decided to settle
the score
we scooped our dishes up and headed for the
buckets right behind this bore
and we let them all go with a smash
she was mightily startled by the crash

my orneriness and I got the last cackle in
didn't feel one ounce of sorry nor chagrin

she needed an unsubtle reminder of what its
like to be the receiver of an unkindness
I'm sure her golden bangles made quite the jangle
as her highness's be-hinder jumped to rise

I guess the orneriness caught us both
by great surprise.


COPYRIGHT JUNE 9 2014/ AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL
THE AUTHOR RETAINS/OWNS ALL RIGHTS TO THIS PIECE
MELOO/MELISSA A HOWELLS TILT-A-WORLD





Vote for this poem

Please Comment On This Poem

Comments

 Email Address

 

Vote for this poem