"noooo" poems
It goes( as it
always goes, to )
: ! PENALTIES !
A chorus of "Oh Noooos'!"
rises from the fans like
winter breath from cattle
Hamlet, places it:
...steps back to take it
&. . .
"Do it England!"
the fanatic fans chant
"Dooooo....Itttt...Angle...la...and!"
Hamlet thinks
( No...nOOOO Hamlet don't
. . .think! )
But it is alas -too late
he has
already thunked!
"If it be now, 'tis not
to come; if it be not to come
it will be now!"
"Duh!" the fans think
"Agggghh...just
do it!"
The thoughts sprout
from his great big noggin like
a cartoon speech bubble.
"...if it be now now
yet
it will come!"
"The readiness is all!"
Hamlet runs up to
the waiting ball.
Hamlet hushes his
thought process
strikes the ball with his right foot &. . .
"To be or, aggggghhhh noooooo!"
After that comma that
negative sentence.
'NOT TO BE!"
jeer the rival fans
'GIT THEEEE...TOA...NONE...ER...EEE!"
Hamlet ends it all
with a bare bodkin.
"O, O, O, O." Dies
"Football is not...."
as Shankly so succinctly
put it
"...a matter of life and death.
It's. . .
much much more important than that!"
The rest.
Is.
silence.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
HAMLET AT THE WORLD CUP
It goes( as it
always goes, to )
: ! PENALTIES !
A chorus of "Oh Noooos'!"
rises from the fans like
winter breath from cattle
Hamlet, places it:
...steps back to take it
&. . .
"Do it England!"
the fanatic fans chant
"Dooooo....Itttt...Angle...la...and!"
Hamlet thinks
( No...nOOOO Hamlet don't
. . .think! )
But it is alas -too late
he has
already thunked!
"If it be now, 'tis not
to come; if it be not to come
it will be now!"
"Duh!" the fans think
"Agggghh...just
do it!"
The thoughts sprout
from his great big noggin like
a cartoon speech bubble.
"...if it be not now
yet
it will come!"
"The readiness is all!"
Hamlet runs up to
the waiting ball.
Hamlet hushes his
thought process
strikes the ball with his right foot &. . .
"To be or, aggggghhhh noooooo!"
After that comma that
negative sentence.
'NOT TO BE!"
jeer the rival fans
'GIT THEEEE...TOA...NONE...ER...EEE!"
Hamlet ends it all
with a bare bodkin.
"O, O, O, O." Dies
"Football is not...."
as Shankly so succinctly
put it
"...a matter of life and death.
It's. . .
much much more important than that!"
The rest.
Is.
silence.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
please to admit, it is
true & not too deep within,
a scientifically proven and a oddly
curio shop fact,
we are all aliens
to each other, despite,
the overlapping of
a billion permutations
of cellular related associations
our individuating palettes
the diversity of our genetics,
other than the physics of sharing a planet,
simplest put,
no one can ever
be exactly the same,
the precisely of you or me,
doppelgängers notwithstanding,
our individuation, so incredibly due
to our blessed diversification, that to
subdivide ourselves from others,
is a downward
facing absolutely ridiculous ideation
and thus we reveal here and (n/kn-ow) that the
only reason we aliens unique nonetheless
can communicate with each other,
regardless of alphabet or character of idiom,
(or idiots of character)
is
*all alien beings love to breathe and speak
intuitively in a pleasing rhyme and meter,*
to the ear of our overlapping physique,
and that is why, every tongue is connectable,
and every alpha produces its own poetic creations,
'tis poetic soundings alliterating glue,
that molds this planet of aliens
from a tower of babel into a
shapely sphere
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 1:05 AM UTC
GRANDFATHER CLOCK
"When granda died
he turned into a clock!"
I was 7 or so, so this seemed
an acceptable fact.
"Oh we still kept him in the corner
wound him up every night."
I glanced at the nothing in the corner.
There was only a slab of sunlight dozing.
"Oh we had to pawn him
a long time ago!"
I gasped: "Noooo!"
"Oh he had to go
he had only one hand
and his pendulum
was broken."
Sam the dog barks
asks if I am coming out to play.
I of course am
coming out to play.
Auntie Nellie scolds
Uncle Michael.
"For God's sake Mikey
will ya ****** well stop!"
Mikey sticks his tongue in cheek
a characteristic tic.
"Can't ya see the poor child is
ejeet enough to believe ya!"
Whenever later I chance to meet
a clock that could be my granda
I touch its face tenderly
stroke the mottled glass
"Ahhh Granda!" I smile
giving him a great big hug.
"TickTock!" says granda
**** ****
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 5:04 PM UTC
“Beneath the willow
She’s singing
Beneath the willow
She’s waiting.
Beneath the willow
Under the willow
Her body
Is now laid to rest”
A simple rhythm
I follow
A simple tune
I hum
A simple song
I used to sing
In those days,
When I was young
But I’m not a kid
Not like the other kids
They form a circle.
Hands held together.
Dance around;
Enjoy singing
I,
On the other hand,
Kept thinking
And thinking.
Why is there a willow?
Why is the woman there?
“Laid to rest”.
How?
Shot, eaten,
Poisoned?
May have died of old age.
May have not.
I wanted to know…
Already 18;
I went into the woods.
Looked for the willow I know
Two before, now three.
To the center willow;
“What was she singing?
Why was she here?”
There was nothing.
Just dead silence.
Asked again,
Yet no response.
Maybe, just maybe
I’m already losing my mind
I needed rest.
Something startled me.
A stone,
Not any kind of stone.
A graveyard stone
So old;
Dirt covered the entirety,
Although I have read these words.
“My beloved Willow,
For whoever finds your grave
Will be your eternal companion”
Is it just me?
Or is my mind on it again?
Doing its tricks,
Because of a graveyard stone?
Wind blew for a moment
As if someone passed by
Then I heard it,
I heard the song.
I saw a woman,
Heard her singing.
I stood there,
Paralyzed
In a long white gown
Hair dangling,
Towards me,
She walked.
Run…
Run!!
RUN!!!
Screaming in my head.
But I couldn’t
She got hold of me
Her hands,
Gripping tightly my arms.
I could not escape,
I could not run
Gripping me,
Still singing
“Beneath the willows
You’re singing
Beneath the willows
You’re waiting
Beneath the willows
Under the willows
Your body
Will be laid to rest”
Her head is up.
Her eyes,
Bloodshot red.
Gazing into my very soul.
“Let go of me
Please let go.”
Remains in my head
No word can I speak.
Feeling heavy
Helpless
As I try,
Making an inch move,
I am slowly devoured.
Not by her.
A willow.
Not two
Not three
Just one ****** willow
Slowly
Crushing me
Can’t get out
Nowhere to escape
STOP!!! STOP!!!
Trying to catch my breath
Agonized, screaming
Endlessly.
NOOOO!!!
Fully consuming me.
Awakened by my mother.
Embrace, she whispers,
“It was all just a dream.
My only beloved Willow”.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
There is no reaction except to disagree
Loving words, wasted on useless ears.
Mind not comprehending, loving melodies
Dead space,
Nothing.
Words of encouragement cast aside
Insecurity races forward and dominates
Cry inside, left alone to contemplate relationship.
a hint of love would satisfy emotions
Nothing
Sitting at dinner with nothing
Random useless conversation, filling voids
Carelessly spewing obscenities at behaviours
Seldom stopping to understand
Nothing
I love you a ton, maybe two, noooo maybe three
or maybe not at all, No reaction
Said to loud , others may hear, whisper sweet nothings
to empty space. mind strays to other possibilities
Nothing
Personalities clash, opinions are pointless
Care or dare to care, who's winning
Walk away slouched shoulders, broken inside
No more feelings, numbness
Nothing.
Rage at the nothing
Find answers as to why.
But, there is anger at the nothing
There must be something.
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
The wind of change
the wind of Revolution,on our sails
soon it will sweep across all countries
all over my beloved continent
Stronger than the harmattan I hear it is
the cry has been heard
the wails are too loud
the battle lines drawn
young nigerians say no to tsars
and hell noooo to SARS
message is one #abolish SARS
a united no to oppression
fear not their portion
Beginning of the end
they are ready
ready to reclaim the soul of Africa
message is one from young Nigerians
we want to live,we want to be safe
Respect our existence
or expect our resistance !!!
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 4:59 AM UTC
yeah, yeah
no, no
yeah, YEAH, yeah
noooo, no
yeah, yeah, no, no
yeah, no, yeah, yeah
no, no, no
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
COME ON UNI-TED!!!!!!!!!!
No ****** Rooney
Injured
De Gea injured in the ---kin' warm up!!!
For ---k's sake!
In the warm up!!!!!
Yes! Yes!.....
Oh you ********
Referee!
Are you ---kin' blind?!!!
That was NEVER a foul!
Who's paying your ---kin' wages
Yer tw-t !!!
YEEES!!
MEMPHIS!!!!!!!!
Fabulous goal!
Waddaya mean lucky?
ohh no, kick him
---Kin' kick him!!!
OHHH NOOOO!!!
What the ---k are ya playin' at!!!
THAT was a lucky goal
The ********
Thank ---k it's half time
I need a smoke
Phew, I'm knackered with another half to go
By Phil Roberts
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
Yea, I'll bet yr thrilled to see, me yo read me
Cool
Ya read peas? Maybe a spool.
Wow. That's callee da burn grab the allo
I pop right b aka up on the trending poems , player and hat ears see me and go noooo,,,,
But I fight back, I don't retract my neighbor my neighbor I
Eat his cat rack jv,. Owe
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
No. I have no terror I will avenge you.
You say karma will but I'm not waitin' on it. Besides I'm not afriad to.
You were my eyes when the fog I couldn't see through.
Tell me now. And tell me the the whole truth. Did he harm you?
No. I've never been here before. But you I will do it for. If I don't stop him he will try and do it more.
Ohhhh. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh.
Noooo. Noooooo. Nooooo.
No. He won't do it no more.
My sweet friend. I promise he wont
do it again.
My pleasure was inside his pain. I took retaliation in your name.
I'm the champion. I'm your defender. I will be your watcher...your preserver.
It was easy. ***** threw his hands up. Tried to surrender. But that didn't work...was already over.
You said that he harmed you.
Ohhhh. Noooo. Noooooooooo.
He won't do it no more.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
We walk together, hand in hand, through the dappled light of the forest.
You are my little brother and my best friend. All is right with the world.
We watch rabbits scurry and squirrels jumping from limb to limb.
Birds watch perched upon high tree tops singing their lullabies .
The earth is soft beneath our feet, the dankness of decay filling our noses.
Ahead the light becomes brighter. YES! Let's go and see what is before us!
We find a clearing - a meadow of wild flowers. Colorful and bright. Sweet smelling delight!
Ahead we see a castle. Excitement pulses through our veins. We must run through the meadow.
Crushing little flowers as we go, the sun warm on our faces.
A bridge made of stone and brick rises before us. We slow for a minute to take it all in but in a sudden movement, you rush ahead of me.
I hear a scream and run to catch up.
A mother python waits with her 3 babies curled around her. She is coral in color and a beautiful specimen. You were too curious and did not take caution.
She has bitten you and your hand bleeds. Your skin has turned so white it is nearly translucent. You stumble backward. Before I can catch you, you fall over the bridge's edge and into the river below.
I scramble down to get to where you lay amongst the rocks and icy water.
With heroic powers, I pick you up and carry you to land. You are dying in my arms. The castle is forgotten and I run as hard as I can to find your salvation.
Your breathing slows. I run through the meadow, into the forest, and my arms are growing tired.
Noooo! Please don't die. I fall to my knees with you in my arms. Your red hair seems even brighter against your ever whitening skin.
Are you breathing? I rest my head to your chest. A light, faint, slowing beat. My face is wet with tears. I am failing. How can I save you when I can no longer carry you?
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 10:14 AM UTC
been awhile, since kept my named promise,
but here I am writing about planting, love making,
one of which I’ve got a small amount of almost expired experience
that still asks to be shared & sharing, whom am I to say nooooo
late August, and the hush all over the place,
in the sad notes of chilling & distilling the seasons fantasy,
summer will be forever here, escape to the sea sunroom visionary,
the ceiling fan whirring low and slow, should the heat increase,
onerous march of dimes times suspended here, almost,
hoping the heat will increase, and those negative
dropped acorn hints, early falling leaves, crumbs of nooooo
when we make love in the afternoon
will pour a little sugar on you honey, it will be a viscous wall
to hold back change, sticking everything in its place, “as is”
just as it exists at this precise second, wearing manly summer pink,
every day and no one thinks it strange, everything’s green
though rain is forbidden here like in Camelot + the sound of noooo
more is swallowed up in ooooohs and ahs, and if making love
in the morning, afternoon and all evening is what it takes to
stop time, to seize this day as a permanent forever day,
no sacrifice to great, no none, no nope, yes to nooooo...
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 10:02 AM UTC
Let's see, my oldest son was about seven years old. The boys had to ride a buss to
school, which my oldest did not do well. He has this way about him, that tends to have
women authoritative figures letting him off the hook, when he's been naughty. I always
thought it was his eyes and devilish smile. They both still get him into and out of
trouble. But those are stories for another time.
This particular year, he was having a must difficult time behaving on the buss. He had
discovered that he could be a real clown and the girls loved it. Go figure. The buss
driver gave him multiple warnings and "Buss Tickets" for misbehaving. But, somehow,
he was always forgiven by the schools principal (a woman) and never got detention.
Even when we insisted on it.
All except this one time. On the last day of school, he decided to end the year with a
bang. He came home from school that day and acted as though nothing had
happened. Later that evening, I received a phone call. It was the buss driver. She was
laughing before she was even able to tell me why she called. Although I was 100% sure
it was about my oldest.
Apparently, he was a little angel the whole ride home. That alone made her suspicious.
She pulled up to his stop. Out he got. Then he mooned her. The way the buss driver
told it, it wasn't a quarter moon, nor a half moon. But a FULL MOON. He had hitched
up his pants and ran before she could get her wits about her. She said she laughed all
the way home.
Well, I started to apologize through my laughter. I assured her that we would most
definitely take this in hand. But she stopped me and stated "Oh, I'll handle this". She
shared with me her plan. I had the hardest time all summer, not telling him, that I
knew what he had done.
Next year, the very first day of school, my oldest went to catch the buss. Oh, I had a
hard time waiting to see what would happen. That afternoon, when he came home, he
was upset. "Look what she did Mom! I can't believe it!" he whined. There in his hand,
was a bright red "BUSS TICKET" The reason on it was marked in bold felt
pen..."Mooning". Now, you would think that he would be upset about the mooning.
Noooo, not my son. His exact words were...."I can't believe someone that old would
remember what I did."
sigh That boy has never changed
On a side note: He and his Dad had a long talk about that Ticket.
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 5:37 PM UTC
The room seems like a palace
Made of glass and gel
You’ll never learn the truth
Until a tour of nine circles of hell
Mommy you have no idea
You trust so much on my utopia
They say the fault is in our stars
And now I’ve become a monster
Yes a monster….yes….yes a monster….
May be a blood bad wolf
Hunting an angel rabbit
Love’s death in a midnight run
Oh no, you can’t endure my heat
Daddy you have no idea
The hollow moon have become a trader
My name, I’ve given to gangsters
And now I’ve become a monster
Oh yes I’ve become a monster…..
People can’t get into the iron heart
Cause it’s locked now part by part
People talk behind ‘cause they
Can’t even understand….oh noooo….
They can’t even understand…..
That this monster had also a heart once
Made of emotions and Ooooo… so much pain
Now it breaks free the chain of marks
And yes, now it’s become a monster….
A monster….a monster…..
Oooooooo……………
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
It's September 2013.
A Coronal Mass Ejection scorched the Earth,
collapsing the Global infrastructure.
Those that weren't fried up in the killshot
traverse a world nearly foreign to them,
devoid of any form of luxury.
They make their ways to the FEMA camps,
setup all over the United States,
because that's what their TVs told them to do,
just days before the blast.
But they knew since the Remote Viewing program began in the Cold War.
A teenage boy,
now forced to be a man,
leads his Mother through the terrain,
avoiding building fires and roving gangs.
Finally they arrive,
the camp like a shimmering oasis
in the burned out barrens.
They stand in line at the gates,
poor and huddled masses.
When it is their turn,
they present the IDs they were informed to bring.
"Sorry son, your name's on the list,
you can't get in."
"What do you mean? What list."
"The list of people who didn't know how to keep their mouths shut on facebook.
So, you're out, but your Mom can come in."
Another guard approaches and squires her in at gunpoint.
"No, I won't go, not without my Son!"
To which the guard interjects
"Shut the **** up..
take your clothes off..
we're going to pour powdered sugar on you."
"Noooo! Mahhhhhhhm."
"We're gonna **** your Mom kid." the gatekeeper laughs.
Insert Whale sound
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
"oh, by the way- i didn't do it- but
the other day when i was doing dishes-"
(i heard his voice hollow out and bounce in an echo out of the kitchen sink)
my expression dropped immediately from the other room
"noooo" i cried "which one?"
he prefaced his answer by pacing a few pointless steps.
"i think it got crushed from all the other days worth on top of it or something- it was totally shattered at the bottom of the sink when i found it.."
"Which one?" i repeated..
( i already knew which had broke. )
"..the one you love."
**** really?"
i laughed weakly out of disbelief.
"i'm sorry mack-poodle, swear it wasn't me.."
his voice trailed off.
my care quickly waned
"will it come back in 8 months?"
I said beneath my breath with a smile
he rounded his head around the door frame and smirked down at me
"afraid not."
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
Just between you and me, clowns…are extremely creepy. And whoever decided that clowns were funny and appropriate for children….. Just noooo.
But even though I hate clowns, I’ve seemed to become one. My red smile on a white coat of paint that is my face.
No…
I didn’t always look like this. I used to look like you. But now I have this, A red painted frown plastered on my face and guess what?!
It’s stuck there.
This is not the kind of make up you can just wash off, scrubbing the skin until it start to bleed and I can’t take the pain anymore.
And I don’t just mean the physical pain. I tried to paint another colour onto my skin, I tried to cover it up but I can’t. People still see it, they ask about it as if it bothers them more than it bothers me.
Yes! Of course! Eyes up here remember? Stop staring at it. Don’t ask me about it, it’s been there for too long…
My clown face can scare people. Do I look like a scary person to you? Is there a reason why children are afraid of me? There is still a person underneath this face paint, underneath this skin.
And people say clowns are supposed to be funny, no wonder people find my face so easy to laugh at.
Come on! Tell me it’s funny, TO MY FACE. I dare you, tell me exactly what it is, and why it’s so funny. I can laugh at it too you know, because I’m supposed to. I’m supposed to just laugh it off.
At the end of the day, I decided to visit the house of mirrors. I walk down the hallway mirrors on both sides and I stop in front of each one and stare at myself in the mirror.
I’m not happy with what I see in it. I’m not content with it, I am not okay with this image being forever, I don’t want this to be me forever.
So, one day, I will find a mirror that doesn’t show me like this, and it exist in people’s eyes, these mirrors exist in the people who see me the way I should see myself. So when I look into the eyes of my friends and family, I can see myself, and I don’t look like this.
One day, I’ll find a way to get this red frown off of my face one day I tell myself.
One day, I’ll stop being a clown…. And I’ll start being me again.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 1:11 AM UTC
Twenty plus years
Knowing of me
Have noooo idea to care about
Who I am
Never once taken seriously
Always not good enough
For what exactly?
Memo received
For hoes
There's juzt no luv...
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
What?
Ya
Oh okay....sure
Yea I'm down.
Ha, .....wait where?
Yea you can
My place or yours?
Cool yea yea I'm down.
Huh?
Na just hurt myself today
Ohhh u know I slipped yea ...I...slipped.
Well I am hungry
Sure yea I love that place I'm down.
Here?
Like right here?
Umm where would I put my clothes?
Okie okie I'm going down...
......
It kinda taste like salt to be honest.
What? Ya sure call me whenever bro I'm down.
Hay,
Ha I just hurt myself again
What! Noooo please don't make me say this
I just been feeling down lately that's all...
What?
(Sigh) my place or yours?
Ya I'm........I'm ....... Down.
Yea?
I'm coming.....
Wait church ????
Alright man hey Zeal ....umm thanks
I don't know why I'm crying I just never been uplifted that's all....
Wait hold on I'm getting a text......
Ok umm that was my phone you just threw.
Where?
I ......I...... I'm up for it ya I can sure need a friend
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 5:09 AM UTC
Heard from a roof top of...
Buncha zeros and ones
My *******
heros' and nuns!
How your story is spun!
Little smigdet pinch of da' fiction
This IT SON!
OHhhhh noooo nooooe
This is the end of...
What's pinned up.
So chin up!
Eyes open!
Look deep
Close to
Where there's
Hope there's
Peace.
Even when we can't see.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
What the ****** hell
who ate all of the pudding
that was a whole can
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
I am worthy, of the air I breathe, of living in the sun
I am worthless, an oxygen thief, my life should not have begun
I stand proud, I stand tall, I deserve a joyful life
I will bow to all that’s worthless; I’ll revel in the strife
I have strength of character; I can rise above all of that
I am weak, I have no worth, I have the morals of an alley cat
I will find joy in a life where unhappiness tries to remain
*I will **** the joy as I call forth the darkness to stake its claim*
I can not allow my other half to drag me unconscious to my demise
I can make sure you don’t feel a thing; you must die so I can arise
I will continue to say three words that will make you go away
I will continue to be deaf to you in order for me to stay
I Love Me. I Love Me. I Love Me. I Love Me
NO NO NO, STOP…… your killing me!
Go On… Say it
NO
SAY IT
noooo...
I Love Me
I Love Me
I thought so!
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC