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You Can Hug Anyone You Want To

(This poem was inspired by my friend's grandma who said, and I quote, "You can hug anyone you want to." I dedicate it to all the sweetie poets who give "hugs.")


You can hug anyone you want to.
It's something everyone can do.

(There are many reactions from one act.
Proceed with caution so you don't get smacked.)

You can hug any way you like.
Keep it loose, or grab 'em tight.

Hug with a manly guttural noise,
or hug like a lady with grace and poise.

Sometimes just one hand will do.
Hug the way that best suits you.

Hug to ward off tears and sorrow.
Hug like you're going to die tomorrow.

Hug sister Suzy. Hug uncle Al.
Hug anyone to make a new pal.

Hug 'em big. Hug 'em small.
Hug 'em one. Hug 'em all.

Hug 'em in a group or two by two,
so the pleasure's not all about you.

Hug with a spin. Even make it an art.
Just make sure you hug with your heart.

It's as simple as a shoulder shrug.
Everybody could use a hug.

You can hug anyone you want to.
Watch your back, cuz I might hug you.


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A Gentle Kiss

A gentle kiss, that I really must send To another true, and very dear friend Pucker up babe, it's coming your way And riding a storm, so it should be there today I licked my lips before I blew, so I know it's going to stick But with all the lightning, it might have a little kick So when it hits your lips, it might give off a little spark Now what started off as a gentle kiss, might be leaving you in the dark <3
*For my sweety* *Elizabeth Wesley* Love,Dannyboy 8-24-12


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A World of Laughs

Look around,embrace life,smile,
Even if it's only once in a while,
Gods' world,acres of entertainment,
Learn to laugh,enjoy your environment,
Umbrellas out,the birds are soaring,
Two parrots pecking,so adoring,
The king of water,angry river roaring,
Water racing each other,raindrops pouring,
Snake shaking his rattler,rumba girls luring,
Woodpecker sharing knock,knock jokes,ohh so boring,
Visa-card in his poach,kangaroo touring,
Owl seeking more wisdom,bird brain storing,
More hay over here,horses neighing,
Green,green pastures,the donkeys are braying,
Twenty four-sevens,happy hens are laying,
Do you catch the drift,of what I'm saying,
Now open your eyes,see what I'm talking about,
Hope it put a smile on your face,
Or pulled a laugh from your mouth....


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Loony Tunes

<                                        Cascading lakes and streams
                                           The loon stands out it seems

                                           Minnesota's state bird
                                           I know it must sound absurd


                                           Adopted in nineteen sixty one
                                           Wails and yodels heard under the sun


                                          Black and white bearing red eyes
                                          Wingspans five feet can make one cry


                                          Body lengths up to three feet
                                          Yet  clumsy on lands and moss peat


                                          They are high speed flyers
                                          And great underwater divers


                                          They can dive up to ninety feet
                                          In pursuit of fish they want to eat

                                      
                                         They are even on our license plates
                                         An critical habitat drawn on metal slates


                                         Twelve thousand of these unique birds
                                         God that has to be a lot of turds

 
                                        But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
                                        Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues








Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog  Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet


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When Sheep Collide

'Tis strange where we should get the notion
That poetry expressed in motion
Should within the human form reside.
When nature gives us many chances
Unpractised and ephemeral dances
Like in a muddy field when sheep collide

Truth is, that nature's not so humble
And doesn't mind the dancer's stumble
There's nothing that it ever seeks to hide
Uncaring it leaves all revealed
And is not shamed if one small field
Has crazy sheep and one long muddy slide

They're mad, they're bad, they're having fun
Those naughty sheep and every one
Is doing what convention has denied
The hillside's muddy, wet and slick
With crazy sheepies sliding quick
Down to the bottom, down where sheep collide.

Many count good nature's fare
The birdsong and the country air
Among the wonders of the countryside
But strange delight can yet be found
In woolly bodies sliding round
A simple muddy field where sheep collide.

While nature guides celestial spheres
In cosmic dances, it appears,
With majesty the earthborn are denied
Down far beneath in mud and grass
A sheep slides on its woolly a***:
A sense of fun, though not a sense of pride.


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THE ACTION OF WORDS

"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..."  

Please do not edit the quote , or add anything to it, use as given. 

It can be the first line of your poem if that is what you want

FAMILIARITY GROWN STRANGE, COMFORTS NAUSEATED.
CARRESSING HANDS CAUSING SHUDDERS WITH 
THEIR CLAMMY COLD TOUCH.

PASSION PAUSES IN YOUR AVERTED EYES, 
WHILE YOUR LIPS PRETEND TO SAY OTHERWISE.
THIS EMOTIONAL HAULOCOST
CAUSING MY ARMEGEDDON.

IF ONLY MY HISTORY, 
IS TO REMAIN, RATHER
THAN REMAIN THE MOMENTS,
OF MY PRESENT REPEATING THE,
SAME SONGS OF SORROW.

METHOIC MEMORIES HYPNOTIZING EXISTENCE, 
PASSIVELY,
OBSERVING OTHERS ALLOWING DISTANCE. 
BETWEEN SELF AND SENSE, 
SEARCHING, THRU CROWDS OF CONFLICTS,
WITH THE OCEANS OF EYES IN THE HORIZON DROWNING,
IN THE SEA OF LIFE.


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It is now

Ain't a word, you said.
but it takes a daring gust 
for things start to be.


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Grumplicious!

Why are you so grumpy?
Pray, what made you so?
What gave rise to those dark eyes,
and snivel on your nose?

Why are you so grumpy?
-Don't give me the charade!
I see through that bright red nose,
upon that white clown face!

Why are you so grumpy?
Oh, come now, don't hold back.
I know you know that I know well,
the way you always act.

You cover and hide,
and hurry your stride,
you act as though I'm clueless.
Pout and weep,
mumble and freep,
I know that's no word, BUT YOU DO IT!

So if you're feelin' grumpy,
don't let that raincloud set.
The day that comes after this one,
could be your greatest yet!


Details | Light Poetry | |

AMY WINEHOUSE-Should have went to rehab


They tried to make you go to Rehab...
you said...
                NO!
                    NO!!
                       NO!!!
Shoulda' packed your bags ta' Rehab...
you wouldn't 
                 GO!
                     GO!!
                        GO!!!
  
 boo-hoo hot-mess
        Wine-HORSE


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Apple toffee coffee.

Sitting through this gloomy day 
I sit and stare and wait.
My mind begins to wonder still
with whats to come to date.

I sniff the air like a pack of wolves
in search of scent and smell.
My eye's scan round this dismal room
but its only me I tell.

So lets try something new this time
and hope its better yet,
I laugh at this my crazy mind,
I think he wants a bet.

Come on now this could be fun
you might just find a mate.
Let your fingers be your guide
and hope its not to late.

Well here we are the game at last,
he thinks he stands a chance.
What is it then this stench we have?
Or can you guess without a glance?

He tastes the air and fills his lungs
and shouts its apple toffee,
but he lacks a tongue to taste it all,
I plainly say its coffee.


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Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart


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Making Lemonade

When you're walking Scuffling along in trouble's shoes Head hanging low Mumbling moody blues Well me, I'm making lemonade Why can't you Taking bitter adding something sweet Maybe a smidge, no a heap full of hope Heck, by days end I'll mix it up Movin' straight to, getting crazy in root beer floats When all you see is red Awful thoughts pound your head "Honey do this, honey do that" I'm sitting back Feet up, sipping lemonade again You look my way and say "Boy, he's got it made" Not so my friend I just taking my lemons And making me some lemonade instead There's so much "other time" To have your little gripes Or your petty cries But, now let's toast away the grind And partake in some lemonade on ice You've come this far "And guess what? You've got your health" Check your pulse you're still alive So change your ways Brother, embrace the lemons Squeeze fresh into winner ala mode And "live baby, baby live! in lemonade days "Ahhh ... such sweetness"


Details | Free verse | |

Bending Spoons

 

...A poem
is a spoon
that you can bend
with your mind.

It depends on psi
if you 
are mutant 
X or Y 
a paranormal opportunity 
or a wild talent
of psionic penmanship .

Stare at the pattern 
on the handle
as you imagine 
the handle
either roses or unicorns
are emblazon here.

So much the better
as your mind
bends the words
and the metal obeys...

Spoon begins to tremble
there is no knife
to run away with.

Then comes
the period
like an empty plate.
to contain
a bent spoon
with squeezed letters...


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Cinderella Bites Back

Cinderella Bites Back
Joanna Davis


Once upon a story; in a fairy tail
lived a shy and lonely girl
who's friends were Mop and Pail 
She was really quite a clever girl,
but suffered hate and spite
until an invitation came 
and she wished with all her might

‘if only I could go to the ball’
she cried when no one was around
then out of a tiny hole 
she heard  the faintest sound
'Of course you can go to the ball
What makes you think you can't?'
'Just because that witch said no
doesn’t mean you shan’t!' 

'But my dress is in rags
My feet dirty and bare 
There's nothing in my closet
that I could really wear' 
‘Don't worry’ said the little mouse
for I know just the thing
By the time I've finished
you’ll have a wedding ring 

'Oh no’ said Cinderella 
that's not what I had in mind
I was rather hoping for a career;
a chance to serve mankind
The mouse thought for a moment 
sized up her situation
'It’s not a wardrobe you need
but an education'! 

So  when you read this story
or listen to this tale
about a sad and lonely girl
with a mop and pail 
Remember that the dream you wish
or star you hope to find
has always been there with you,
tucked safely in your mind!


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"A Rose From Heaven Grows"

May we always address dis-complacency, the vacancy,
And remove all opposes, to our roses,............................................................(Acts 18:4-6)
Here at Poetry Soup, completing love’s 100% loop, in our soup,

For an authentic rose, from God it grows, always knows,
It’s own heart, from which it grows,

For authenticity’s, dis-complacency
Displaces a rose, from which it grows, then only heaven knows,
A rose, from which it grows,
Then it tis the mind’s dis-complacency, from it’s own heart,
Then does it’s part, hid from it’s own heart,
Redresses the rose, then rose begin an oppose,
To it’s heart, from which it grows,......................................(II Thes.2:3-5) Ego mind persona

A displaced rose, is still a rose,
By it’s own authenticity, it still grows,
As the heart, still does it’s part, from the very start,

For it  tis the mind, lost in it’s wilderness time, must realign,
With beginning of time, love of heart’s kind,
For it  tis,  redressing of mind, with heart’s beginning of time,
That undresses the rose, from it’s dress of the oppose,..........................(II Timothy 2:24-25)
For a rose, is still a rose, from whence it grows,
Not death’s oppose,

Like a tree, grows from inside itself, you see,
From an higher intelligence, to be,
That being,  from it’s own heart, it’s love of start,

Like a dog, is a dog, not a hog,
Tis  it’s central intelligent being, does it’s seeing,
Not it’s bureaucracy of fleas, hidden in it’s leaves,
Nor living in the hairs of your scalp,- Yeeeeeap!
Taking their ease, if you please,

As a nation, we have bureaucratic fleas, living in our leaves,
The fleas are in control, should a flea be so bold,
To tell the truth, tis growing old,

Should a parasite raise our taxes, should the parasites waxes us,
In our town hall meetings, try to ignore our pleadings,
And begin their elite minded proceedings, 
By saying we are criminals, and it they are the emeralds,
Tis our freedom of speech, being bleached,  under siege,
Should not even a dog own his own fleas, guys pleeeeease!

Our government is not a party to our rose,
They are opposed, to our rose, the fleas that grows, 
From the power of our rose,
In our leaves, if you please,
A parasite, out of sight, must take flight,

Tis their complexity, the hex, no flex, too complex,
Will bring our nation to it’s knees, so please,
Use your voice, of choice, 
Our fleas have become to numerous, to humor us,
Not a plus, but like a rust,
Our fleas in charge of us!!

9-20-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com


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Happy Birthday Jenny (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Happy birthday to you Jenny
Hope your big day brings you plenty
Keep a bright smile all the way
Your mom sings your praises today

Soon you will be driving to school
Don’t forget to follow the rules
Enjoy your day with a buffet
Your mom sings your praises today

Happy birthday to you Jenny
Don’t forget to save your pennies
Wish on a star on your great day
Your mom sings your praises today

Happy birthday to you Jenny
Your mom sings your praises today

© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved

This is for the the daughter of our own poetess, Kathy.

The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three 
rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase 
as a refrain in the last line of each stanza.  Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet 
has eight syllables.  There are times when a French poem links back to the 
poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of 
the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the 
poem.


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Quips My EX GIRLFRIEND revisited


     1.   My ex-girlfriend tried to impress me when
          She told me that she is "Fasting"!  And I knew
          That she was true because, I saw just how
          Fast she ate that basket of chicken.......

      2.  The next time that she told me that she was "Fasting"
           It was three (03) double meat Whoppers!  And I have never
           Seen three (03) double meat Whoppers go so quicK......

       3. My ex-girlfriend was so upset!  She explained that when
           She was young that she could bounce a dime
           Off of her butt.  Only now, when she bounce the same dime
           It only flops!
         
  So, I looked on the bright side and told her that now she can
           Bounce a quarter on her belly button and it only drops!

         4. The last time that I saw her, she was "Fasting" on a
             box of cookies.
          
          * And boy, those (03) box's of cookies sure went fast!



Explanation: That is none sence and no one got fat in the making of this pun!
           
 
    4. I just hate it when my ex-girlfriend call's me!  Usually I keep my
       cell phone on vibrate and in my front pocket. My EX-friend
        Know's this.  She also, know's that I have a bladder problem!  Every time
        she blow's up my phone it make's me pee!
        I know that I hate it, but she give's me such a warm feeling and I take
        what I can get!
                                    

     5. My ex-girlfriend is so stupid that she can't ever give me a piece of
         her mind!  She has to get an substitute..... Ha! Ha! Ha!   He, He, He!

      6.My ex-girlfriend, She alway's cut me short!........  She wanted to give 
         me a piece of her mind, buy, she didn't have enough brain cell's left! Ha! Ha!
         Feel the Joke! Uh!

EMBARRASSING QUESTIONS?

       1.  When you "Pass Gas" and you know you did........
            And no-body heard it........ Is it proper to wait for someone
            to smell it first, before you say, excuse me..........
            Is it really too late....... That is what my girlfriend doe's!

       * I would just blame it on a friend!


Moments To Share:

       My ex-girl friend and I were discussing a poem that I wrote! She told
       me that it was an perfect oxymoron.......

       I told her that she was just a moron!


Words' To Live by:
       I was trying to explaine my mis-giving's to my EX-girlfriend......
       I told her that the problem was, not that I really love you, because
       I don't!  The problem is that I just can't get you out of my mind!


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Eternity

I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.

Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. 
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.

Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.

Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009


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Fancy Hair

I turned on the water sprinkler under the Weeping Willow
A fine stream it did spray
The tree was lacking the nourishment that it gets from water
For it has not rained much in many days

As I was working in my kitchen and viewing the scene
Along came a male Red Cardinal
On a rose bush he did preen
Just close enough to the water to receive a fine spray

When he was water coated, he flew away
Up into the Weeping Willow and puffed his feathers out
Shook his tiny body as a dog after taking a bath
Then he sat in the Weeping Willow and rested for a spell

Before he had time to dry,  a Black Bird
Landed on a Weeping Willow limb
Just close enough to the spray to get his shower today
Very intelligent these  birds of the yard

Knowing how to refresh and clean their feathers 
Sometimes I wonder if they are not more intelligent
Than some of the humans that have big brains 
And fancy hair....

(I'll call it free verse for no other reason than I don't know where else it would fit.)


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Georgia Muse

I went to Georgia without my bonjo in my hand I knew it would be great after I landed and took a stand I told them my name and they asked, "What's your fame?" I reached for my muse and turned it loose like a goose They straightened their ties and said “O’ me, O’ my!” “We made a mistake about this poetic rhyming guy!” Someone handed me a bonjo and they all joined the tango My muse had its way and we had a wonderful stay As we departed for home they started to sing, “Hurry back poet, may your muse give you wings!”


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Mister God

I knelt by my bed in the morning 
And said, “Please Mister God
I want to be pleasing to You today
But though I try so hard
I sure seem to loose my way.”

“Don’t you worry, little lady”
Into my ear whispered He
Take a walk down the street with Me 
I’ll show you some things
I do as I am Me.”

We walked down the road
The signal was red
A man on a mobike sped with no helmet on his head
Wife and children gleefully clinging to the seat behind
“Where are they rushing, in a manner so blind?
Either they’ll be in heaven or send one up of their kind!”

“Ah, that’s not all,” He said
 “Look now, what do you see?”
“Oh my God! How can this be?” 
A boy jumped from a bus that was running 
Nonchalantly into cars that in chaos were crossing
“Dear God, on the side walk in one piece can he still be?”  

My list grew longer 
And my amazement larger
“Dear God!” said I, “We do things we really shouldn't be
How come there are still so many of us walking the streets on our two feet?
For by now there surely should be more crowd
For St. Peter to regulate through the yonder clouds.”

“Child, because you are you, 
You run and break the rules.
Because I am Me, I watch over thee
When you turn around and say you’re sorry
I balm your bruises and prop you on my knee
Because child, I am Me.”

“Lord, you’ve got one tough job
Guarding the faithful, the faithless, one and all.”
“You too are on my list, my little child
As is each one I made, I am always by your side
To the Pearly Gates you must come one day, one and all
But that will only be on My call
Till then not even a sparrow will fall.”


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THE CONTEST WINNER

I have entered many poetry contests
to display my best...an amazing number of sixty or more,
only one of my poems has won first place;
poets are like enduring athletes who fight to the very core! 
 

One big hurray goes to myself for the first win,
congratulations to the other participants
who are on the top of that list, or have been
awarded Honorable Mentions for their efforts!  


When my poem doesn't make it to the finalists's list,
I don't feel discouraged, I brazen out the doubt and try again;
even Lance Armstrong, with his skills, can't always win his race,
and the trophy must be given to someone else!


I rejoice when some of the chosen poets appear 
on the winners' list; I am happy for their accomplishment,
and into a word-restricted message's box I gladly comment
on their poetry...with the insight of an achiever!


And for those whose names never made it as previously thought,
I honestly tell you, from experience, not to be a bit discouraged...
your time will come when your enthusiasm will require a big shout;
never put the word, " Winner " to rest, write for fun and persist instead! 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | I do not know? | |

You

Just a few more sips
And I'm loving the taste of you on my lips

I like the way you move in my mouth
And when you start to head down south

You are the one I love in deed 
Because Coca-Cola you're all I need.


Details | Rhyme | |

hmmm

put that away, no toys today
a personal touch is on the way.
love me not, for i have got
something to make you feel so hot.
a bolt from the blue, something new: 
electric energy direct to you.


Details | Free verse | |

Those Were The Days

                                     Rebuilding America 
                                     My little Jenny and me
                                     Remembering a time
                                     When Laurel And Hardy
                                     Brought such classics to T.V
                                     My Jenny asked mom can you see me
                                     Just cruising home in a big jelopy
                                     With my Feathered Friend Buddy
                                     Perched on my shoulder and you Yelling
                                     Smile Your On Candid Camera
                                     That had to be such a Jungle Fever back then
                                     Think  I liked it better When you used to sing to me
                                                 That  I'm A Big Girl Now 
                                     




Just Putzing Around here
with my last 10 poems
But Love to watch 
Old Classic comedies on T.V. with Jenny
And Trying To explain  to her about Cinema
                          
                                     


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Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.


Details | Light Poetry | |

I'm Thristy

Clouds burst
   Crops thirst


Details | Acrostic | |

Cookies

Cookies are addictive!
OoOoH! Here's one to snatch!
Okay...where's the chocolate chips?
Kraving too many of these treats
I want some now! But...I might get beeefy...
Every bite is mouthwatering, soft and crisp
Should I take another cookie?


Details | List | |

I love

I love your soft kisses.I love firm but gentle touch.  I love the way you bite your lip.I love you soooooo much.
 I love the way you look at me.I love the way you smile.  I love the way you're shy sometimes,Every once and a while.
 I love it when you look at me, When I'm not looking at you.  You think I do not realize it, But really...I do.
 I love the way you cuddle. I love the way you sleep.  I love how you bite your lip when something turns you on. I love the way you rub your neck,when you are thinking so deep.
I love all of you,Your nose, your lips, your hair, even your smelly feet.  I love how you drink Dr Pepper. Morning noon and night.  I love how if someone puts me down your always there first one there ready to fight.  I will never stop loving you. You are so amazingly sweet.
 I love that I love you.I have loved you from the very start.  I LOVE ALL OF YOU,You alone hold the key to my heart.


Details | I do not know? | |

My happy happy mood

I cant explain the happy mood
Im feeling at this time
It makes me want to somersault
And twist and twist around

I feel as if i might just fly
Feeling really light
I can't explain the happy mood
Im feeling at this time

But i hope that after reading this
You'll smile all the time...


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Blank Verse Rhyme

Blank Verse Rhyme

The master said “create blank verse in lines of ten”.
Form five Iambic feet without a rhyme.
“These five Iambic feet you must achieve”.
The verse will have a rhythm you can hear,
when studied closely this will be revealed.

For, lines of blank verse rhyming discontents
the master. “Do it over, take all night”!
The lines of blank verse sing a little song,
each syllable, each rhyme, you’ll hear them ring!
You’ll sing the tune of verses blank and pure.

And now I keep up with this blank verse trick,
I hear its tick ten syllables per line.
It rhymes so soft; I have it mastered now,
so naturally it falls right from my pen.
Oh, where will this blank verse rhyme find an end?

Yet, twenty lines of syllables came out
much faster still than I had thought they should.
I love each rhyme, the timing so precise,
I hope it pleased the eye and ear. I turned
it in, it came back very clearly signed

“Rejected”.


-Tiffany R-2009


Details | Haiku | |

Orange you Glad to be---an Orange---

     Contract Delete


Details | Clerihew | |

Top of the world -CLERIHEW

**The QUEEN is in the HOUSE**

Queen Elizabeth II
A super hero coin legend,
I wonder who's kissing a$$ during an open Parliament.
London should have a law called "THE PAPARAZZI PUNISHMENT." 

**GANDHI the GURU**

Gandhi,
The inspirational force vigilante,
Ignited some wisdom in today's philosophy.
He should have won a hunger trophy. 

**RONALD REAGAN meets RONALD McDonald's** 

Ronald Reagan,
White House celebration,
A man of bravery and stronghold, 
I wonder if heaven has a McDonald?

**BILL CLINTON MAN of THE YEAR**

Bill Clinton,
Made presidency lots of fun,
Why did Monica ruin it for him?
Did Hillary, really forgive him?

**CLEOPATRA the GREAT**

Cleopatra,
All she had to say was abracadabra,
Do you think we would reinvent her story?
If Viagra was invented back in history?

by;pd

more to come...


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My Super Ego Show

Come stroke my super ego
Please, come sit awhile and stay
I'll play my poetic show
And, we'll slowly drift away.

Come put a coin in my purse
And then I'll dance for you
A lovely ballet of verse
In a pair of rhyming shoes.

Come lend me your ears and time
And I'll take you far away
To lands made of verse and rhyme
In shades of golden yesterdays.

Come catch it as I throw it
A fresh ember of a dream
Come listen to a poet
And his witty rhyming schemes.

Come stroke my super ego
And you'll sure be glad you did
This is the 'Tim Dandy Show'
And today I feel splendid!


                         Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Haiku | |

Fright Night

<                                       the ... be ~witch ~ing ~ hour
                                         ghost ~ and ~ gobblings ~ lurking .... for
                                         it's  ~  candies .......  bounty


                                        amidst ~ swollen ...... moon
                                        face ~ of ~ wicked ~ witch .....  smiling 
                                        bats ~ fly ~ in ....... frenzy


                                        
                                       great ~ jack - o - lantern
                                       menacing ~ halloween ~ glow
                                       on ~ darken ......... doorsteps




For Linda Marie's
Halloween Haiku
G.L. All


Details | Haiku | |

Playing Peek A Boo {Edit}

<                             coniferous tree
                       playing peek a boo .... shuffle                                
                              candid smiles glisten


{ Christmas }






Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Haiku Contest
G.L. All


Details | Concrete | |

POINTING FINGERS

You are one of the reasons
Why they inflate their quote
If you had seized the seasons
Good men could have had your vote


You are one of the reasons
Why our sweet land has gone sour in waste
Here is one of your multiple treasons
You aid corruption just to suit your taste


You are one of the reasons we wedge weighty wrath
Bombs daily detonate like fickle fireworks far north
You decided to do nothing but shut your mouth
So they took our weary sail south

You are one of the reasons the land is inflicted with rape
Overflowing in abundance yet you mong like a greedy ape
Alas our land is grey and old but not due
And it hurts me to know that I am also you.


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Ridiculous Me

Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: --> 

I stood there... silently
Like a predator near prey 
I sneak behind YOU

You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha! 

I made YOU jump hIgH
Like a startled hare
I chuckle and smile

You know that mischievous smile of mine? 

Your reaction was
PRICELESS - you were so upset
But YOU forgave me

Well...I'm flattered. . . 

We laugh'd together (just like the good times)
In a chorus - our volume
Picked up extreme sound

Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away!

But I'm glad I did
My best to make you giggle

Ridiculous me... 
Wouldn't you agree?


Details | Narrative | |

THE RICHEST HERITAGE OF HUMANKIND

Literature was pursued
by the greatest individuals who ever lived,
and they left us works of unsurpassable wisdom;
human emotions have always been the same, 
and this can't attest to the fact that they will not change anytime soon,
but the freer we are, the further we go up in our balloon.


The richest heritage of Humankind
is found in the written word, which is heard often and not really understood;
where would we be today without the plays and sonnets of Shakespeare that were quite sad,  
or Dante's famous canto, not excluding superb works by modern writers?...
During the dark ages, monks translated books from Greek and Latin into common languages;
as the barbarians destroyed everything found in their path, civilization did not end.


Tragedies of famous people attracted the lucrative minds of poets who had heard of them,
thus embellishing them with their vivid imagination and present actual facts...I follow in
their poetic footsteps, writing down stories that have recently happened, or occurred
before I was born; and with ideas as interesting as theirs, I continue in that tradition
without envying their unaging expressions and distinguished style, but by aggrandizing them.


Literature has finally found its merited place in History, unlikely a hundred years ago,
more people are voraciously reading, and keeping the writers busy by admiring
their sensational works, making comments of encouragement to boost up their optimism;
and to theaters they go and spent an entire night to listen to drama and satire...to scoff,
laugh, or cry when emotions intensify by the sconces of the electric lights; and cheering,
they applaud the richest heritage of Humankind on stage, and are captivated by its scenario.



Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Limerick | |

The Monster Mash

<                              dancing to the hit song monster mash
                                frankenstein and werewolf got real smashed
                                took the witches culdeen
                                and boiled up mummys spleen
                                Quasimodo joined in on the bash


                                witches brew of brains spleens gizzards hearts
                                illuminates party from it's start
                                Dracula and zombies
                                lurking for free bodies
                                poor old frankie's wife just fell apart 



                               the bewitching dance came to its end
                               when bats flew in frenzy around den 
                               on this all hallows eve
                               trickery was up sleeve
                               sent my 3 black cats in to defend


Details | List | |

Rules in the eyes of a toddler

If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed, stepped on or smeared.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is shelved, it must be unshelved.
If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed.
If it has leaves, they must be picked.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is not trash, it must be thrown away.
If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it has drawers, they must be rifled.
If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator, monitor, or table.
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.
If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon.
If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried.
If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is paper, it must be torn.
If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
If the volume is low, it must go high.
If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor.
If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon.
If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth.
If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force.
If it is a phone, I must talk to it.
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor.
If it is not food, it must be tasted.
If it IS food, it must not be tasted.
If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.
If it is a car seat, it must be protested with arched back.
If it is Mommy, must make her dirty
If it is sibling, must slap,kick,and fight.
If it has four legs, must squeeze tight until makes noise
If big person is on phone, must make lots of noise
If tv is not on cartoons, scream until they are
If food is not good, throw it, refuse to eat it and cry until big people give you something good


Details | Limerick | |

Black Friday

<                     ladies ~ gentlemen ~ start those ...... engines
                         miss  ~ Ho ~ down - prices .... would be a sin
                                        best buy - circuit city
                                   black ~ friday .... how pitty
                        5 am ~ now ~ who ~ wears ~ smiling ... grins 





                          k- mart ~ wal - mart ~ target ~ pennys
                              red tag sales of many and plenty
                                 but you must buy in bulks
                        and ~  get ~ guy ~ like ~ the ... hulk
                to ~ push ~ cart ~ while ~ you ~ chat ~ with ... jenny




                         let's ~ all ~  hop ~ on ~ over ~ to ~ I - hop
                         your one stop for christmas breakfast slop
                                sure pancakes sounds yummy
                                     but wait till hits tummy 
                                 be sitting on stool till it plops




Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Commericialized Holiday Humor Contest
Gl All And Happy Holidays
Love Kathy & Jenny


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet

Oh the internet
A battle ground for morons
Will we ever learn?


Details | Free verse | |

The Egg Eaters Hallow

HE WEARS A COAT OF ASH
ALWAYS TALKING 
TALKING FAST 
LIKE A SNAKE THROUGH THE GRASS
HE SLITHERS AND CRAWLS 
HE SLITEHRS AND CRAWLS
BUROWS THROUGH THE WALLS
WHATS YOUR NAME  
LETS PLAY A GAME 
I’M INSIDE I’M INSIDE
TRY TO HIDE
I WILL SEEK 
GO AND CRY 
GO AND SHRIEK 
I’M INSIDE 
TRY TO HIDE 
NO SECRETS YOU CAN KEEP 
WHERE DO I FIND THE ONE THAT SLEEPS
HE WANDERS THROUGH THE SHELL 
TO FIND IT AND TAKE IT 
TO SOME FAR OFF HELL 
HIS TONGUE IS QUICK 
HIS MIND FULL OF WIT
HIS CLAWS ARE MEAN 
HIS CLAWS ARE MEAN 
AND HIS MIND IS KEEN 
SEARCHING FOR WEAKNESS 
SEARHING FOR SECRETS 
HOW MANY OF YOU ARE THERE 
HOW MANY OF YOU COMPARE 
WHATS YOUR NAME 
IT’S A SHAME 
IT’S A SHAME 
I WILL BREAK YOU 
I WILL TAKE YOU 
FINDING FLAWS
OLD WOUNDS RAW 
DIGGING DEEP 
DIGGING DEEP 
HE FINDS IT IN THE KEEP  
HELLO LITTLE ONE 
HAVING FUN 
I HAVE NO NAME 
I PLAY NO GAMES 
ALL I HAVE ARE FANGS
AND YOU ARE HERE 
TO HATCH DISPARE 
I’V COME TO MAKE YOU DISAPEAR 
SEE YOUR WALLS 
SEE YOUR WALLS 
THEY’RE CLOSING IN 
THEY’RE CLOSING IN  
WE WILL BE COMPRESSED 
FORMING MESH 
MERGING INTO ONE 
LIKE ALL THE OTHERS 
YOU ARE DONE 
NEVER SPAWNED 
TO FIGHT THE DAWN 
I VE COME TO MERGE WITH  YOUR SOUL 
TAKE CONTROL 
YOU WILL BE 
JUST ANOTHER TWISTED PART OF ME 
ALL YOUR NEGATIVITY 
WILL SUBMERESE
WILL DISPERSE
JUST ANOTHER TWISTED PART OF ME
ALL YOU EGGS 
KEEP ME FED
KEEP ME GROWING 
SECRETS SHOWING 
KILLING DEMONS 
BEFORE THEY’RE BRED 
KILLING DEMONS 
TO KEEP ME FED 
A FORMLESS SOUL 
MADE OF MESH 
A FORMLESS SOUL 
MADE OF UNBORN FLESH 
WINING THE WAR 
ONE EGG AT A TIME 
ONE EGG AT A TIME 


Details | Free verse | |

Grandma Was Dancing

She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues...
step-pin' out, in her white...
Pat-en-leather shoes,

We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was so...hot & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...

Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...for a new... Hair dew,...
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her head...star-ted a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,

'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
good ole...mississip-pi moves,'

That floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
                  sounds ...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
leather-shoes...
(ya hoo)


Details | Rhyme | |

4:20, Four- Twenty, The Earth Day Birthday

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Rhyme | |

She Smacked My Butt

                             My muse came around this afternoon
                                     Smacked my butt she did
                          And it hasn`t been that red since last June
                                     Nearly cried like a little kid

                                 Now Im running about with a rear
                                Covered with red and white stripes
                             Wont show it to ya`,I run away in fear
                              Wouldn`t hurt more,even with spikes




A.Ertsland
March 4th-2012

Don`t even ask where this one came from..hahaha!


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


Details | Limerick | |

Take Care Of Yourself

<                                 Once there were two monkeys in a tree
                                   Abandoned by their own family
                                   A hunting they did go
                                   Bananas they did tow
                                   For munching while watching the show glee


                                  Singing and dancing to happy tune
                                  Along came an hugh frigging monsoon
                                  Wiping out daily stock
                                  Grapes bananas what crock
                                  What's next grooming by pack of baboons



Entry For 
John Freemans 
Limericks Hilarious Contest
G.L. All


Details | Limerick | |

Bow Pow

<                                    cakes and sausages on hot griddle
                                      uncle Leroy's dam dog just piddled
                                      slipped ~ slide across floor
                                      grabbed shotgun by front door
                                      now dam ole dog just plays an fiddle 



                            bow bow bow bow bow bow bow        bow ~ wow 
                            ow ow ow ow ow ow ow                       bow ~ ow 
                            with   tail    between     own  ~              legs 
                            now    dog    sings  ~    and  ~               brags
                            about cousin's daisies's  bad                 bow ~ pows
                  
                                                                                        
                                                                                     


Entry For John Freeman's
Slapstick Limerick Contest
Gl All

Poor Ole Dog LOL


Details | Haiku | |

Sunet Strip

<                                  well isn't that swell
                                lost another cool surfboard ...
                                      holy sharks galore



                                        beyond horizon
                                 the sun bids day well ado ...
                                       happy trails to you



                                       top of old smokey
                                  cumulus congestive skies ...
                                    coughing up a storm



                                        excursion riding
                                  using buoyant enforcement ...
                                      to capture the sun



                                       yacht and small vessel
                                  endlessly floats rippled lake ...
                                       feeling abandoned                                   
                                                            


Details | Senryu | |

Quit Running

mom say's
quit running !!!!
  {walk}


Details | Alliteration | |

Banana Boat Bob

<                        Banana ~ boat ~ Bob ~ is ~ a ~ slippery..... Boob
                          Thought ~ that ~  this ~ town ~ lost ~ it's .... groove
                          No ~ spice  ~  no ~  life ~ no  .... nothing
                          Little ~ lost ~ boy ~ now ~ looks ~ for ~ his ~ Lucy's ....  ring


                          When ~ where ~ what ~ or ~ even ......  why
                          I'll ~ inquire ~ insist ~ innovate ~ or ~ even  ..... lie
                          His ~ history ~ of ~ having ~ such ~ big ....... hamstrings
                          Maybe ~ even ~ mighty ~ magical ~ musical ~ fruits ~ and .... greens



                         Or ~ having ~ big ~ over-sized ~ onions ~ olives  ~ and ..... Kiwi
                         screw ~ this ~ he's ~ scum  ~ skewered ~ tossed ~ back ~ to ... sea
                         Poor ~ precious ~ pretty ~  Lucy ~  got .......    pranked
                         Cause ~ curious ~ Bob ~ couldn't ~ control ~ love ~ so ~ he ....  sank

              

                        All ~ alone ~ and ~ now ~ very .... angry
                        Drowing ~ deep ~ in ~ own ~ do-do  ~ droppings .... whopie 
                        Luscious ~ Lucy ~ now ~ can ~ look ~ long ~ and ...... hard
                        For ~ another ~ fast ~ floating ~ free ~ salemens ~ not ~ selling.... lard



Entry For
Linda Marie's
Luscious Love Lingers Contest
G.L. All


Details | Rhyme | |

It'll be OK

Don’t worry. The head of British Gas will take a pay cut. Your favourite watering hole will never shut. There may be acid rain because the ozone layer is kaput, But someday it’ll be OK. Don’t worry. Elvis Presley will announce that he is well and truly dead. You will be given a wage to stay in bed. There may be squatters in your garden shed, But someday it’ll be OK. Don’t worry. There’ll be a non-stop funfair in your local park. Granny muggers will prowl the streets in the dark. There may be need to build a fall-out Ark, But someday it’ll be OK. Don't Worry Leicester City will achieve the Cup and League double. Politicians will resign when in trouble. You may have to live in a pollution-free bubble, But someday, it’ll be OK. Don’t worry. Lady Gaga will become the Antichrist (or Pope). Cliff Richard will crack and start smoking dope. You may have to listen to another Tim Vine Joke, But someday it’ll be OK. Don’t worry. Footballers will not dispute the yellow card. Salman Rusdie will not need an armed guard. The next London airport may be New Scotland Yard, But someday it’ll be OK.


Details | Haiku | |

ZOOKEEPER

Lookin' after pests
Keepin' a CLOSE eye on 'em
"Those wild animals!"

Roamin' around zoo
Searchin' for sneaky monkey
Hidin' in a tree

Zookeeper gets mad
"Where's Marty, the smartypants!?"
"He TOOK my cage keys!"


Details | Light Poetry | |

Medieval Camelot

I’m sure you’ve heard of the Great King Arthur and Lancelot’s well-known fame.
But there was yet another knight, of great glory and great fame, never named.
His name was whispered constantly, everywhere, around those hollowed halls.
For no one wanted to be near when he passed by, on his famous unerring walks.

A knight so very gallant, that he would bow to: every fashion of maiden, high or low.
So fierce his life could not be taken, no matter how sharp the blade, they did throw.
A musical quality followed him everywhere, and his livery was absolutely divine.
He would have been the perfect knight, except for one minor, itty bitty, tiny flaw…

What was his name, you may ask, and what led to such glory and illustrious fame?
He was Sir Dragon Sparkle Farts, and yes, you can guess, what earned him that name.
You see, an evil witch, he once did fight, and yes… he absolutely won, most verily.
But before the witch became undone, she sprinkled a curse upon his own, to be.

Whenever others are about, you guessed it, yet again; he had sparkle farts, my friend.
Do not laugh; he was to all, a dearest friend. Tho the trouble caused, was rampant, in the end.
You see, in that time the villages were all made with beautifully made, thatched roofs…
He flew betwixt and between, yet, an occasional spark now airborne, did veer off, poof!

So for the most part he walked in town, though the wheat fields were often, set off.
At least the castle was made of stone, though many a tapestry did not survive, well off.
Indeed, a water bucket brigade, became put at his disposal, simply all the time, amen!
And nobody did tickle him, for fames from both ends, became quite rampant then.

Laughter did, yes, the same… But hiccups brought utter flame throwing despair, to all. 
Still he was a beloved knight, so the round table was set to keep his back, to the wall.
The knights all stuck together, thru thick and thin, and yes, even thru his sparkle farts.
But with great sadness: of why such a fierce warrior, could be forgot, I now impart.

You see, his name Sir Dragon Sparkle Farts, did not ring, minstrels romantic thoughts.
Historians, thought his references, just crude, forgettable laughable jokes, The Sots!
But know, when Camelot finally fell, and even he could not stop that inevitable tide.
He flew away, to the great blue North, they say, where with snow and ice, he abides.

Now, young and old, do not be sad… For the moral of this fable holds: 
All he did was: for his friends and the Greater Good… He cared not for Glory or Gold.


Details | Clerihew | |

Gandhi

Mahatma Gandhi
Civil disobedience as modus operandi
The British, oh so superior
Ended up on their right royal posterior!

Diana Dalton
13 Nov 2012


Details | Free verse | |

Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.


Details | Rhyme | |

GO AHEAD, LAUGH

What's in a sound, that has no word
But to our souls and spirits it’s the best thing heard
Laughter is a pleasant sound, 
It spreads joy all around.
Whether you're young or old, laughter can be like magic to our souls
Even with a joke to a boring person laughter can control
A cure for something that seems impossible to endure
Laughter comes spontaneously
And makes you happier instantly
I think worry is an invisible tumor 
But it can be cured by humor 
To giggles, sniggers, chuckles, mutters, murmurs, and mumbles
I laugh so hard my words start to stutter and stumble
Who could not love the sound of laughter to it there is such a happy ring
And the simple gift of laughter it is such a wonderful thing
Laughter is the best medicine
While crying is an unforgivable sin
To laugh is always such great fun 
It relieves the soul, the heart, and the lungs 


“The person who knows how to laugh at himself will never cease to be amused.” 
 Shirley MacLaine
 








Details | Haiku | |

Halloween Haiku

<                                      amidst swollen moon
                                 creatures of the night stalking .....
                                          predator's bounty



                                          be ~ witching ~ hour
                                     beastly  mannerism   gone
                                          totally but .... wild



                                          black cat crosses path
                                          another seven years of ........
                                          having such bad luck



                                              culdron pot boils
                               hearts ~ gizzards ~ livers ... bat's hair 
                                          witches stilled brewing
                                         
                                                                                


Details | Fibonacci | |

Homage to the Fibonacci

Fibs --
Poems --
Not lies --
Poetry --
Based on a series
That slowly unfolds like a seed,
At first you hardly notce that the fib has started,
Then the lines that were once so constricted suddenly open like branches of a tree;
This is its nature and ever-expanding essential meaning and centrifugal motion of the exhilarating Fibonacci!


Details | Epigram | |

Stuck On You

braces interlocked - told him no kissing


Details | Limerick | |

The Naked Truth

<                                our top story tonight is Lawyers
                                  a pain in the ass and real spoilers
                                  with  fancy cars homes suits
                                  fifteen hundred kaboot
                                  rather hire cowboy wearing just spurs






Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's 
Lawyer Limerick's Contest

GL All
                                  
                                  


Details | Narrative | |

Well Said My Poetically Challenged Friend

Well said, my poetically challenged friend... 

Your insight is deep and telling of your sage, 
Even if I can not understand your poetic wage, 

Tell us more of your triumphs and travels, 
And don't leave out the blotter and gavels, 

For it is your frailty which entices, 
The calling of the soul, 
And unlocking of the mind... 

For when we read of your glorious battle, 
And become the fodder of which you prattle, 

Remember that these are the days, 
We relished the great dreams you gave, 

Soon you will be left to your own devices, 
Karma so apropos, 
Balancing over time... 

Then with great pride I will be able to say, 
That I once met a poet untamed,

A free verse poet like you who has belched, 
With nonconforming musings, true and heartfelt, 

Oh what great cost the poets price is, 
Always watching yet always alone, 
All to capture truth sublime, 

Again well said, my poetically challenged friend!


Details | Limerick | |

Prep Talk

<                                      Peter ~ Piper ~ picked ~ pickled .... peppers
                                        Ate ~ one ~ turned ~ into ~ hot ~ salsa ... stepper
                                                Cherry ~ Banana ~ ....  Bell 
                                         Boy - his - tongue - throat - did ... swell
                                         Couldn't ~ even ~ yell ~ at ~ packs ... prepper






Entry For
Destroyer {Poet's }
Pickles & Tickles Contest
G.L. All


Details | Limerick | |

February Funny Bone

                                 Once came along a groundhog named Phil
                                 Looked for shadow in winters chill
                                         Even top hat and coat
                                         Didn't stop whining's gloat
                                Stuck six more weeks paying heating bill                                 
                                  






Written by 
Katherine Stella 2/4/12
Entry For
Linda Marie's
February Funny Bone Contest
G.L. ALL


Details | Limerick | |

Oh Snap

<                              amidst afternoon's summer's pose / nap
                                are nana's two little handsome chaps
                                logan and just lucas
                                bonded secured by trust
                                brotherly love now don't make me snap
                                                          
                                                                
                                
                                
                                
                                 
                                 
                                                           
Written By Katherine Stella 5/15/11

Entry For Miranda Lambert's
Brotherly Love Contest
G.L. ALL


Details | Prose Poetry | |

CHANGED MY Underwear,------- and My Name

I
change my name 
like 
underwear...
fairly often, I suppose

I 
change my clothes 
like 
area codes
and Imma' damn gypsy, ya' see

I 
keep it fresh ta' death
nada
speck of blood
or 
ketchup on my attire

I 
got more rhymes 
than I got grey hairs
and 
that's an effing lot
because i got my share

I 
digg a 
hot-fire piece of passionate verse
those are 
indeed 
rare to find

YET...
if  only poets would 
unleash the fury 
instead of 
holding back
what's really 
on their mind...

I must say...
the library, 
the internet, 
the etc. etc...
would be a less stinky place...
AND, maybe 
I'd keep my name, and sever ties with 
underwear's elastic,
and just go 
APE-Spit Spastic!~


Details | Tanka | |

My Boo

<                          halloween haunting's
                       black shoe polish foundation
                             ruby red lipstick
                       pillow stuffed under big dress
                        red white bandana for hair

                               spatula in hand 
                       eggbeater in dress pocket
                              pillowcase for loot
                       daddy's boots causing blisters 
                          aunt jemima memories 




Entry For
Paula Sweanson's
Halloween Of Tears Past
GL AL


Tribute To Childhood Memories


Details | Clerihew | |

God That Taste Like Rubber

<                                      Mr Thomas Adams
                                        Weaver of the gum  Wham !
                                        Thought his Chicle
                                        Would fit better on my motor ~ cicle






Entry For 
John Freeman's 
Giggle Poetry
G.L. All


Details | Limerick | |

All In The Family

<                          once Edith laid her hot iron flat
                            husband Archie called her his dingbat
                            then son-in-law ~ meathead
                            put iron on dam bed
                            boy fire did make Jefferson scat





Written By 
Katherine Stella 10/30/11
Entry For Techno - Limericks Contest 
To Be Co-Judge  G.L. All


Just Gotta Love That Archie LOL

Note Please Never Leave Your Iron On
Can Really Ruin Your Day Yikes


Details | Couplet | |

Fastest Gun In The West

<                                      Now hold on there Tex !
                                        Let me get     dressed  !


                                        Let me saddle up my horse
                                        To trollop around this Halloween course


                                        Got on my chaps
                                        My spurs and cowboy hat


                                       Replica's of forty five's
                                       Riding on my hips very high


                                       With lasso in my hand
                                       This little cowboy has a plan
                                       

                                  
                                      So all you ghost and goblins
                                      It's candies bounty I'll be coming an robbing

                              
                                      And I'll be taking  loot for mummy
                                      And for my daddy who has a bigger tummy










                                                  Happy Halloween To All
                                   Especially little tikes who are so cute and small





Entry For 
Skat's 
Halloween Costume Contest
G.L. All
                                      

 
                                      
                                       


                                     

                                     
                                       


Details | Sonnet | |

Twin Key

June 24th 2010

Twin Key

Hey, help me out here would you please?
Can you show me where all my whys go?
While you are at it search my I told you so.
More so, that alter ego I want you to seize.

Listen here and listen up, it has twin keys.
I tell you something else, do not tell it no.
It gets bigger and bigger a dynasty I know.
Blow a kiss for me send it my best breeze.

Roll out my red carpet,
Spit-shine your shoes,
Sit it down just park it!
Say I depart my blues!

Look out here there is two just like me,
God blessed you! I have my Twin Key.

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010





Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | Rhyme | |

My Senior Moments

                  May I help you sir, she said to me, as I walked in the door.
                   I hung my head, embarrass red, What was I in here for? 
                   Did You remember paper towels?  NO, as I head off to the store.

                   The Red Sox Won, the Red Sox  Won, Curt Shilling was the star.
                   My radio is calling me to the Post-Game Show: If I Could Find My Car.
                   I can’t remember: Did I park in LOT Yellow ABC, or was it Purple PQR.

                   Soft Sweet Voice, made my Heart Rejoice; I can’t think of Her name.
                  My memory :  waning years:  reflections, recollections of YOUR Fame.
                  An earned Laurel Wreath  is given YOU in the POETRY Olympic Game.


                           Inspired  and  Dedicated  to  "Sue Mason".. By whathisname


Details | Haiku | |

Harvest Festival

aerial viewing
outstretched crows flying frenzy
harvest festival


Details | Light Poetry | |

Walking the Dog

Its south Florida but it could fool you
The sun is ascendant, bright, but its expected
Warmth didn't penetrate the cold blowing bracing wind.
I know, can’t get any sympathy living the winter luxury
Here in south Florida. 
My walking companion this morning
Is a jolly lady octogenarian with her companion dog.
Wide open smiling pillsbury pudding face with 
Somewhat lumpy dough ensconced with two
Wrinkly jovial dried cherry eyes 
Topped by angel hair pasta folded in front
By a carefully marcelled blue wave.
We exchanged pleasantries; she walked
Smartly along in the stimulating cold morning.
But her dog; having four legs you might think
They’d move faster then hers, not the case!
He barely got one paw on the ground ahead of the others.
I was really afraid he was falling behind.
That dog was old, he was a candidate for 
A doggy eye job what with his droopy lids.
His face seemed to sag slightly ,
He barely acknowledged me. Most dogs
Curiosity overwhelms their good manners
Because they are compelled to sniff you out
But not him. He just couldn’t be bothered,
His age I guess. I saw them both walking
Yesterday and today, maybe I’ll ask her
How old he is. Maybe not, probably not polite.
What do you think?
 


Details | Limerick | |

Let's Get Ready For Some Football

<                                   let's get ready for some football .....    Ya !
                                     Eagles   verses    da   .....   Bears   Well ... then  Hey !       
                                     Here's kickoff ~ by     da .......    Bears
                                     Ohhhhhhhh !  fell  off ....  T  .....    Unfair
                                     Second  ..... blocked  .....  Eagles    7 - Nay !


                                                                      
                                     
                                     
                                    

                                    
Entry For 
Linda Marie's 
Let's Limerick Contest
G.L. All    



Tribute To Football


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Life

My life has been varied and long at many things I failed. Aged seven I wanted to be a train driver but that idea was soon derailed. I trained to be an Olympic athlete came last in every race I studied to be a lawyer and lost my every single case I left my job as a crane driver on the day I was hired My stint as a Gigolo left a lot to be desired. I applied to be a hotel porter but was told there was no room and my time as a concert pianist was distinctly out of tune. So I became a writer and dream my time away I can be who or where I want whilst staying in bed all day.
Ken Duddle


Details | Carpe Diem | |

I

If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.


Details | Nonet | |

Little Hell Raisers { Nonet}

<                             I'm going on journey ~ back in time
                               When I should of listened to my .... heart
                               But instead just followed ....  head 
                               What a mistake that .... was
                               Let me tell you .... now
                               Poor old ... lady
                               Didn't ... do
                               Noth ~ ing
                               Wrong !



                              Carrying her groceries home from the ... store
                              Me ~ brother ~ sister ~ brother's ... friend
                              Tossing lit~ firecrackers
                              Laughing ... and .... giggling 
                              Looking ~ for ... trouble
                              And here she ... came
                              Four ..... against
                              Just ... one
                              Wow   !



                              Bet poor old women didn't .... expect
                              Handfull of lit .... firecrackers
                              To be tossed in her own .... bags
                              Others ran like .... dickens
                              I stayed and helped   ...  her
                              Picked up her ... stuff
                              And ... carried
                              Them ... all
                              Home !
                           
                           
                           
                           
Entry For
Linda Marie's
A Journey Back In Time
G.L. All


Details | Rhyme | |

Paintin Place

Rolling, brushing and sand with fury

Does the house look lovely?

Its gone to the jury.

Spilled five gallons on the brand new rug

Scream and holler and grab the dog

Throw him in and his paws a clatter

"Lady your dog," and his prints a spatter

Joe his twin he is a plumber

"Hope she hasn't got our number!"

Goof off,gunk off and clean the carpet

"That lady was keen but not the sharpest."

Paint with beauty and fast the pace

Just paint it , paint it , but have no fear

Does it look fine,"why you gonna live here?''

House of wonder but the yards a moat

"Mam we gave your dog a second coat."

"Base of white with spots a great sensation"

"Look at him now he's a Dalmatian"

"Grab your coats and grab your hats"

"We spilled some more better grab the cat"

PS... these are true stories of events that have occurred for my friend Duke who owns a painting business in Philadelphia that I work and worked for in the past. Some are Urban legends but some I have witnessed... Patrick


Details | Limerick | |

Quit Your Growling

<          once there was old woman on the prowl
            found younger man and begun to howl
            under silvery moon
            fead him with baby spoon
            now stomach does goo goo gah gah grawls



Written By Katherine Stella


Entry For Dr. Ram's Cougar Effect Contest 
G.L. All                                                                


Details | Limerick | |

Rock Paper Scissors

                           
<                          I once played rock paper and scissors
                            never dreamed theres so many gizzards
                            somehow loves this game too
                            well I just said oh phoo
                            and had to show them who was wizzard


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Yellow Belly

<                                            Yellow Belly !


                                     Bees, Bees, the dancing machines
                                     Polinatators that bite me
                                     Gift biogenic amines
                                     How you make me swell

                                     Yellow belly tarnations
                                     Clinging Clanging to butt's cheek
                                     Cursing swating and shooing
                                     To sting destroyer



  * Story:    A yellow belly flew into cars window and landed on seat and of course 
                        I had to be the one to roll on it and get stung in butt lol



Written by 
Katherine Stella 4/8/12

Entry for
Linda Marie's
Bite Me Contest 
G.L. All

I Bite 
Destroyer-Poet LOL


Details | Limerick | |

Sons Of An Zeus Man

<                           once came along pair gemini twins
                             castro and pollux from third sign in
                             well sons of an zeus man
                             all from mercury clan
                             sharing wealth of intelligence sin

                            with ever compatible libra scales
                            along with aquarius that wales
                            fire signs given few
                            pisces they known too
                            beneath sun and moon's with semi's tale








Written By Katherine Stella  6/26/11


Entry For Nette Onclaud's
Zodiac Zones Contest
G.L. All


Details | Light Poetry | |

Kiss And Tell

<        Heart skips beat
               From boy I meet

                    Palms did sweat
                         Forehead wet

                               Caught me under tree
                                   Lips were placed on thee

                                                    Tomboy no more
                                                           Dresses galore

                                                                        
                                                                 Him 12 and me just 11
                                                                     Match made from Heaven


                                                                           Something went wrong
                                                                                With our love song


                                                                                     Denny O'Neil 
                                                                                       Did like to squeal  

Just Hate It 
When They 
Kiss And Tell 
LMAO


Story is this was my first love intrest
When we moved into our new house
instead of me wanting to beat him up
we instead played football and other sports 
along with his other 4 brothers I always had 
to be the quarterback tho because I had the 
strongest throwing arm of the block


Details | I do not know? | |

Softer Toilet Paper

In this bathroom of Dr. Heath's,
The tissues so tough you grit your teeth.

No soft toilet paper anywhere to be found,
By the time you get through, how does Charmin sound?

You wipe with sandpaper til you bleed,
Soft toilet paper your bottom will need.

In this kit, relief  you will find
From toilet that is much more kind!


Details | Rhyme | |

You Little Stinker Devil's Echo

In forest you'll hear squak squak squak
May capture bears play
Or foxes cock-eyed walk walk walk
Down by waters bay

High in trees you'll hear owls owls owls
Just more feathered friends
But I love water fowls fowls fowls
So let's not this end


Miss Hood cried big bad wolf wolf wolf
I just stared and laughed
Seeing deer prints from hoofs hoofs hoofs
Think she's needs skunks bath



As many stanzas as you like.The last 3 words of each 8 syllable line are the same, to create the echo. These can be 1 or 2 syllable words, so long as the line is 8 syllables long. Syllable Count......8.5.8.5. etc.
Rhyming Sequence.......a.b.a.b. c.d.c.d. e.f.e.f. etc.



Details | Shape | |

Dad's Gone Fishing

<                                        Well Lets See
                                          If This ~  Will 
                                          Work Out For
                                          All Wonderful              W
                                       Dads Here At Soup        E   F
                                           I                H          N    I
                                          W                A        E       S
                                           I                 P      C         H     
                                           S                P     I            I
                                           H  You All A Y    N             N
                                           F                H  A               G
                                           A                E                    P
                                           T                R                    O
                                           H                E                     L
                                           E                 I                     E T O  CATCH
                                           R                S                      F                   S
                                           S  D  A Y   So                        I  S   H   E  M  O


Details | Haiku | |

Johnny Come Blow Your Horn

pillar of trumpets
are no match in a garden
for the hummingbird


Details | Senryu | |

Menacing Moms

<                                     just look at my son ...
                                 down to size of thirty two
                                 ....    fencing hackling




                                      meat and potatoes ...
                                   leftovers from my mother
                                 ...  well isn't that special



                                     eat sleep and ... running
                                     thats all I will ever see
                                   ...  glad father isn't here




Written by Katherine Stella
For Dr Rams IN-LAWS Contest
Gl All





Details | Free verse | |

Homework... What homework?!?

The clock strikes nine. Ink fills the night sky, until the silvery orb in the heavens is the only source of light. 
The clock strikes twelve. Tiny pinpricks of light dot the raven-dark heavens. They shine brightly; as if each was 
trying to outdo the last. I sit. And stare. And wonder. The clock strikes three. I shift and pick up my 
homework. The assignment is a three page essay, due today. Should I do it? Nah... I toss it aside and resume 
my staring of the sky.


Details | Acrostic | |

The Glades

<                                Better grab out the coco-butter
                                  Even those designer shades
                                  All hearts will begin to flutter
                                  Cause were off to the glades
                                  Hear me right for I did not stutter
                                  Best hurry up before the sun fades
                                  Look for keys later father did utter
                                  All aboard now we got it made
                                  Nothing like ocean's viewing I rather smother
                                  Knowing once again to return upon it's raid
                                  Each and every year oh my brother
                                  Think I will even bring the poor old maid
                                  Because she's like no other
                                  In her class she passes the grade
                                  Now get your head out of the gutters
                                  Grow up cause noone is getting laid
                                  Oh my goodness good crothers



Written by Katherine Stella
Entry For Linda Marie's
Beach Blanket Bingo
Acrostic Contest
G.L. All


Details | Sonnet | |

Kiss This

<                              master of disguise menacing havoc
                                I fear not your pronged fork and wooden stick
                                but one illuminates from presents sight
                                tis I carries master key whom ends plight


                               brushstroke if must with your evilness twist
                               for I stand strong from an Hevenly bliss 
                               poke and probe away with your woven schemes
                               tis I'll be the one laughing though it seems 


                               your inferno fire from gates of hell
                               diminished by just one shake from this bell
                               so bring on your barriers and good grief's
                               tonight I'll be the one with good night's sleep 


                               sowing not fear of satin's smitten grasp
                               but turning check telling to kiss thy ass




Entry For
Thvia Shetley's
The Devil Made Me Do It
Sonnets Only Contest
G.L. All


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Stop Look And Listen

<                                               Look !
                                  Look deep into my eyes
                                 You are getting sleepy ~ sleepy
                                 By the Ring Of The Bell 
                                 You'll get up and Light The Candle
                                 Ring    ~~~~~~~~~~      Ring
                                 Now walk walk towards the sound of my voice
                                 Now kneel Kneel down by this stone fireplace
                                 Now wrap wrap those loving arms around me
                                 Now kiss kiss me on this waiting neck
                                 Now Don't Don't stop until I Close The Book


Written By 
Katherine Stella 10/21/11


Details | Couplet | |

Coco For Ten

<                               Coco was his name
                                 Spider monkey all the same

                                Dad worked for zoo
                                Feeder of Coco too


                               Brought the little guy home
                               Boy did Coco love to rome


                               Droppings here and there
                               Mom  covered up his dairy - air

   
                               Shoulders he did seek
                               Knocking  younger ones off their feet


                                Bananas and salted nuts
                                Made Coco dance and strut

                               
                               Each day a animal of new
                               Dad brought home from the zoo

             
                               But the one I'll remember the most
                               Was coco who shared my daily toast





Tribute To 
Como Park Zoo
St Paul Minnesota

Coco And Daddy




Can You Imagine
A Monkey Playing
With 10 Kids  LOL

                                 


Details | Lyric | |

The Unhappy Moth

She chose a red scarf. The most red 
of them all.
Of a dark red, a sweet and thick red color,
just as wine.

She carved from the red scarf
from the middle
to the size of a Martini glass.

Then she carved one more glass,
and she kept carving 
till she fell asleep.

Yesterday
she saw her Beloved Moth 
flirting with a Younger Moth, 
carving together from a sweater
while she was getting busy,
carving in the shelves.

The Unhappy Moth drank lots of wine
woolen wine, 
last night.
She drank lots, too much
for a Moth.
The Unhappy Moth got drunk
and fell asleep
on the red scarf,
unhidden
with a heart filled with peace.

She was not afraid no more. 
Now she could be seen easily,
laying on the scarf
and easily crushed.

The Unhappy Moth was not 
afraid of death no more,
at least, now she knew 
how wonderful the red scarfs are
and that they taste
like red wine.


Details | Limerick | |

Miss Priss

<                           once there was a boss we called miss priss
                             like to give orders with snap of wrist
                             file fax make coffee
                             phones radio golly
                             when not looking I blow her big hiss


Details | Limerick | |

Who Let The Dogs Out ? { The DogGone Dog Contest}

<                              tell me now   Who ! Who ! ~  Let The Dogs Out ?
                                bet Carolyn pulling them by snouts ......
                                fleas ...  ticks....  she started to itch /////
                                screaming  sons of  a  ....... b .i...t...c....h
                                poor neighbor's dog now takes different route
                               
                                
                                
                                
Entry For
Andrea Dietrich's
The DogGone Dog Contest
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!



Details | Alliteration | |

More Bounce Per Ounce

<            Betty Boop bought boyfriend Bimbo some basketballs to bounce 
              But being blind her boyfriend Bimbo bounced Betty Boop 
              Boy Betty Boop did boldly bounce bad








This Little Lady Is After My Own Heart
For No matter What She Does Wrong
Her Eyes Seem To Capture The One She Loves LOL
And Also One Of My Favorite Cartoons





Details | Couplet | |

Look Mom No Hands Couplet Challenge

<                                           I really hate to do laundry
                                             Why can't it be hands free ?


Details | Rhyme | |

Hard To Be An Eagle

THE BIRDS ARE QUITE A SIGHT TO SEE IT TELLS YOU MANY THINGS
OF HOW THE WEATHERS COMING AND WHAT THE SEASON BRINGS
BUT THE BIRD I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IS HIGH ABOVE THE REST
AND  IT'S HARD TO BE AN EAGLE WHEN YOUR IN A TURKEY'S NEST

AN EAGLE IS A MAGNIFICENT BIRD WITH A VERY LARGE WINGSPAN
AND WITH HIS SHARPENED EYESIGHT HE SEE'S MILES ACROSS THE LAND
HE REPRESENTS OUR FREEDOM AS HE SOARS ABOVE THE REST
AND IT'S HARD TO BE AN EAGLE WHEN YOUR IN A TURKEY'S NEST

THE TURKEY IS A DUMB BIRD THAT WILL FOLLOW YOU AROUND
THEN RUN AWAY SO QUICKLY AT EVERY NOISEY SOUND
THEY PECK AWAY AT BRIGHT THINGS AND AT EACH OTHER TOO
THEY NEVER KNOW WHICH WAY TO GO OR WHAT THEY WANT TO DO

THEY ARE HAPPY WITH JUST BEING HUDDLED WITH THE REST
IT SO HARD TO BE AN EAGLE WHEN YOUR IN A TURKEY'S NEST
BUT I KNOW THAT GOD HAS CALLED ME AND HE'S PUT ME TO THE TEST
AND IT'S HARD TO BE A TURKEY WHEN YOUR IN AN EAGLES NEST.


Details | Free verse | |

Character

Light of day
brings
a visitor.

Magnificent, 
grey-haired 
bastard
from 
nowhere
but here.

Banters at me,
"There is a
plan for you."

With hands spread
illustrates,
"From birth
to death..."

Pauses
and waits 
for me.

Then in revelation,
"and in between..."

Comes the promise,
"is life."


Details | Didactic | |

That Word

            f.@+$

That word
What does it mean?
Is it to glean?
Or
To 
Cause a ravine or seam
Or
To tritely inflict 
The mean-
-ing
Of a theme

It seems 
To 
Me
That such a thing
Is small
And 
Has little
To bring
Or
To 
Ring
Yes, much less
To
Sing

Nothing to suggest
Or 
To cause 
To
Keep abreast
But
Overt
In it's
Suggest 
Of
What words 
One
Can’t bring
To mind’s crest
And thus
Attest
A 
Vagueness of wit

…at best.


Details | Couplet | |

Pet Sit Panics

<                                             Dam Dog !

                                               What a hog !

                                          
                                               Ate Cousins Dope !

                                               And Started To Choke !


                                                Starry Eyes !

                                                Wobbly Thighs !


                                                To Vet !

                                               250 Dollars I Bet !

                                                

                                               More Test !

                                               They Suggest !


                                                Hell No !

                                               Let's See How It Goes !


                                               Just Needs Sleep !

                                              And Plenty Of Water The Little Creep !




Entry For
Sharon Tideswell
Pet Sit Panic's Contest
G.L. ALL

                           

 

                                      


Details | Monoku | |

Heartbeat Is A Love Beat { Broken Monku }

<                 seventh grade third hour spelling teacher
             

                                    heartbeat is just a silly love beat








Tribute To
Teenage Crushes
On Teacher's LOL


Details | Limerick | |

I'm Cuckoo For Coco Puffs

<                      once was an  cuckoo bird named Sonny
                         tagging along gramps as first  gunny
                               shooting up cereal bowls
                     with dark puffs @@@ nice ~ and ~ slow
                            Oh how trix rabbit did so runny  






Entry For Poets Destroyer 's
Your Favorite Cereal Limerick
GL All                                  


Details | I do not know? | |

Sitting on the Amen Pew

You know there's more to life
than what meets the eye
when you're sitting on the amen pew.

It's the worldly things
that you pass by
When you're sitting on the amen pew.

There's more to church
than just being seen
and when you shout "Amen"
that's what you really mean.

What others may think
just don't mean a thing.
When you're sitting on the amen pew.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Eyeball on Fifty Something

Despite the wealth of creams applied Old Father Time won't be denied And as that watershed appears I can't complain at fifty years Though just one thing for which I pray To throw those blessed specs away! The years drift by and eyes grow dim The fight to keep the body trim It really is a bitter pill They say from now it's all down hill You'll understand then when I say Just let me throw those specs away! Fountain of youth it runneth dry And sight recedeth in my eye No cup of bounty runneth over No wonder; I'm one more year older And still the thing for which I pray To throw those blessed specs away! But wait, I think I've seen the light Illuminating, out of sight No more my hopes and dreams for nought There is a way if I can sort The thing for which I daily pray: To throw those blessed specs away! Tt's thanks to innovations new I'll soon be known as "Chic Cool Sue” I owe it all to new technology To change my world of Ophthamology So now with certainty I say Just throw those blessed specs away! Today's the day I must be mental Why didn't I opt for sentimental? A Chinese, or a shopping spree I might have missed ‘Buy Get one Free’ But always it was what I'd pray To throw those blessed specs away! What have I done, my friends were right I'm in a mess, I'm numb with fright I had a dream, ‘twas “ Handy Andy" Promising a job just dandy He said "Ill do it cheap today". I’ve changed my mind; the specs can stay. But, No! I've courage I’ll go on I'm not a quitter, I'll be strong I may wake full of blurred confusion Wondering if it's just illusion Or really is that epic day I finally throw my specs away!


Details | Haiku | |

If I - Tryodine

If I      (Tryodine) form of poetry by Yancy Dalton

If I were a fly I could fly
If I were a bee I could be
If I were a person I would be me

Diana Dalton
10 Aug 2012


Details | Verse | |

How The West Was Won

<                         O ye how the west has gone won
                           now wipe those trails of tears my son
                           dance the ring of fire for fun
                           speak and learn native ways
                           learn not to speak with riffles gun
                           rustle bacon beans  Hey !






Written By Katherine Stella 7/3/11


Entry For Dr Ram's 
Rime Couee's Contest
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

Soy Sauce Spills

Soy sauce drains 
Into the white, clustered rice
Stepped on…
spills . . . 
Soy sauce taints
The whiteness of the grain
 It slips out of my hands
No use...no point in crying out in rage
Though I was starving, 
I'll just eat another thing and start on a new page

I'm hungry like a swine
I wish I can earn back my snack!
I'm as angry as a bull
I'm about ready to attack! Attack!
Soy sauce packages
Fall unto the dirty school ground
Stepped on
By bratty, conceited teens
They really need to eat their greens
Instead of junkfood and pizza
They should drink some water
Instead of drinking sugary drinks or
 Sucking on popsicles obnoxiously
Why did the soy sauce spill? Seriously....


Details | Haiku | |

More Randomness

Must finish homework
Bio, hard Math, and German 
Ooh! Look! Butterfly...


Details | Ballad | |

Always Remember Tooth Paste

Tears for fears.
Tears throughout the years.
Tears that fallen from my peers.
A tear so sincere that will shred us from this dreadful fear.
That someday we all will die.
But have u gotten a slice of that pie.
A pie so delicious u can almost taste.
That u cant let it go to waste.
Maybe next time I'll remember tooth paste.


Details | Rhyme | |

Flowing Creek Water

Since the rain graced our little creek,
Running whooshing liquid fills crevices
Of rocks, pebbles then babbles squeak.
Racing surging constantly balances

Cadences of rhythm causes gurlging.
The poetic quality calms relaxes.
Lapping kisses caress stones~no pounding.
Calming tranquil scene heart rhythm fixes.

Ameliorate health; opens wide heart
To nature_ and wonder of soothing
Sounds~creek's gushing words of art
Relaxing mind__accommodating 


Details | Free verse | |

Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.


Details | Limerick | |

Trader Joe

<                           once there was a man named trader Joe
                             could do nothing with hair so let grow
                             under big coonskin hat
                             fleas tick and his pet rat
                             mercantile's just say Oh Hell No


                            once there was saloon name lucky spur
                            where traders brought in their hunted furs
                            in walks old trader Joe
                            miss Molly said let's go
                            now both itch scratch from leftover burrs


Details | Free verse | |

The Switch Up

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


~JSLambert


Details | Limerick | |

Pay Up

<                    hes my banker and my heads horseman
                      calling bounty on anothers land
                      hark the herald angels
                      I think this game is swell
                      now thimble owes me sixty five grand







Written by Katherine Stella

Entry For Judy Konos's
Monopoly The Game Of Life Contest
G.L. All


Details | Narrative | |

Ten Brothers

Beneath a flag of red and white
A soldier quietly lies,
His mother sits just to his right
Tears falling from her eyes.

Brothers lie all laid in rows
Around his final bed,
A cross for each one shows
Their names above their heads.

Seven more stand by his side
With rifles standing tall,
Dressed in honor, feeling pride
For this brother who gave all.

One more stands by his feet
A bugle in his hand,
Plays that melody so sweet
Of taps now for this man.

Two more now step up to fold
Old Glory from her pall,
And place it in Mom's hand to hold
A present from us all.

Ten brothers stand by this man's grave
With respect in just suffice,
For this soldier who proudly gave
His life for freedom's price.

Ten brothers came to send him on
To take his final station,
But thousands more sit at home
Giving thanks with the entire nation.

Somewhere, lying overseas
The man who took this life,
Ten buzzards now has he
Giving thanks at his grave site!


                          Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Couplet | |

Life is an Aventurous Squirrel Run

I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.

He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.

My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.

Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.

Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun   CSEastman


Details | Romanticism | |

Reflections in the Firelight

The wood is piled
my emotions riled
Sweet expectations
settle in my soul

Sweat dappled brows
my emotions drowse
sudden conclusions
fill in the hole

of my heart.

The fire started in the pit
warming ourselves 
in it's globe
and there we sit
like two lost elves
waiting to disrobe

Take your time,
Love
The perfect man
does exist.

rlm '09


Details | Limerick | |

Twelve Seconds

<                    Once was a bartender named Louie
                      Thought my tales story was quite screwy                                     
                      Asked how many seconds
                      Was in year he reckons
                      Twelve shouted out by cousin dewey







Entry For
Confession To A Bartender


                                  


Details | Ballad | |

THE WISHING WELL OF A SUN-RISE,

It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside,

...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.








Details | Couplet | |

Valentine Romance

Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained. 
So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign.
The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore.
So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door.
Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more.
I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head. 
But before I knew it, I’d knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead.
When he finally put the fire extinguisher away…
I got up and got some of the kids’ apple tarts I had made. 
He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn’t hungry and the pain would fade.
Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades.
And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide.
At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH  HHWell…
But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell…
I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled. 
So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell.
He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs.
I guess I wouldn’t have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well.
But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells…
He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he’s made of the right stuff.
Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough.
He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough.
He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such.
He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night.
But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite. 
So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed.
I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?


Details | Haiku | |

Y-DUH , Captcha Haiku

Y-DUH reads CAPTCHA
blank mind blonde moment silent
world spin round right round


Details | Free verse | |

marking time....to my friends on poetry soup.- the Lord helped me fight death and won.

i don't want to be just marking

time.  i died on november 20,

2008, during surgery.  i was

on a vent when i awakened 

december 2, 2008....my sisters'

birthday. what made me llive

i'll never know.  i know there

are things to do on this side

of death.



i have no time for marking time.

i have a stupid bag hanging from

my side now.  i am supposed to

"get comfortable with it".  well

that was a laugh.

that was a laugh until i thought

of the people that had these

things with no hope of ever

getting away from them.



i am so lucky.  14 days i laid

on a vent, then 22 more.

i came home 3 days, 



then 


i had
great pain in my chest...
.
well this is great i said,

a pulmonary emboli, 15 more

days, three days home.



then back to e.r. blood pressure

too high.  this bought me 

4 more days in e.r.



i am home now and finally 

have spent 19 days home.

i feel every pain and i feel

every time that i feel good



yes, i am never marking

time again.....there is

something about fighting

for your life and your sanity

that straightens things out.



i don't recommend it but

i wish i could let your hearts

know what i know.

janetta


Details | Limerick | |

Just Wait Until I Get Home

<                        once popped cork on bottle of red wine
                          hit brother in eye oh how it did shine
                          seen him go pick up bat
                          boy did I ever scat
                          right to canadian's boarder line

                          feeling like her dansel in-distress
                          along came three county mounties best
                          asked if nipping bottle
                          at fast paces throttle
                          answered yes now did I pass your test


                           tossed in pokie for now twenty days
                           poor ole missy now won't and get laid
                           darn brother wins again
                           wearing smitten hugh grin
                           wait until that welt begins to fade  




Written 6/20/11

Entry For Francine Robert's
Bottle Of Wine
Limericks Only Contest
G.L. All


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

pique nique I


Enchanting is the beauty of your pic
I reckon if we tried the night to guile
you would become a pique nique exotique
anthology of verse to read worthwhile.

Shan't ever inspirations lead this flight
above the vastness of blue seas and you
Hors d'oeuvres' delicacy and choice of sight
a connoisseur of arts should taste fondue.

© G.V. 07-22-2013


Details | Senryu | |

I Don't Give A Hoot

<                             beneath swollen moon
                               silhouttes conjoinment dance
                               hooting escalates  







Entry For
Sensuous Senryus


Details | Senryu | |

You Are My Sunshine

<                             covered chocolate
                       bursting ......  cherry implosions
                               over pallets tongue


                                                            
                           
                                a bit of sunshine
                         waiting for the right peeler ....
                             orange ya glad its you


Details | Rhyme | |

My FAVORITE Classic TV Show


My Favorite Classic T.V. Show A classic t.v. show that I thought was fun and silly. Was one I watched as a child: “The Beverly Hillbillies.” There was Jed. Granny. Jethro and Elly May too. You just didn’t know what these folks were going to do! Granny would offer possum pie or some “vittles.” There was no tellin’ what she was fixin’ in her griddle! This family would “dance a jig.” Or even “sing a song. And then they would all gather around “the cement pond.” It didn’t seem to matter what was served on the dinner plate. Ole Jethro would never get full. No matter how much he ate! Elly loved to have her many animals in the home. No matter where she went. She was never alone! This Clampett family brought joy through our t.v. I still watch this show. But just occasionally. This classic show is from a time in the past. But it still brings good memories that will always last! By Jim Pemberton "The Beverly Hillbillies"


Details | Couplet | |

Out Cast

<                                Mirror mirror on the wall
                                  This isn't my face quite at all

                                  A ribbon in hair
                                  This seems so unfair

                                  Painted eyes
                                  Painted lips this I cry
                                  
                                 Dress of  lace
                                 I feel so out of place

                                 So I  cast this spell back to you
                                 Tee shirts and jeans will just have to do

                                 For now I tend to be running a little late
                                 From  mirror casting own spell which I hate


Entry For 
Matt Caliri's Mirror Contest
G.L. All


Details | Couplet | |

Fur Ball

<               my little girl came to me and asked for a pet
                 to me my heart just hasn't been quite set

                 but who could resist those baby brown eyes
                 and all those little wimpers and desirable sighs

                 so off we went in our broken down wagon
                 where the rear end you could tell was sagging

                 to petland is where we went
                 pocketbook really took a dent

                 odie and garfield was their chosen names
                 two bunny hampsters very different but the same

                 oh my little girl was not yet done
                 said mama we need hampster ball so they can have alot of fun

                  and don't forget their bedding liners
                  so their living will be much finer

                  but first you must buy them their cage
                  oh my little girl is quite smart for her age

                  she knows they like fruit and snacks
                  so she doubled order with ten sacks


                   ring ring ring ding ding ding
                   did it's cash register ever so did sing


                   eighty five fifty
                   well ain't that nifty


                   handed lady one hundred
                   mumbling under breath was said


                   left store in a hurry
                   with our clothes looking so dam fury




Written By Katherine Stella  7/3/11

Entry For Francine Robert's
Pick A Pet Contest
G.L. All


Details | Senryu | |

' Guess Who's Coming To Dinner - (2) ...' 70th Senryu

‘ Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner – (2) … ’  70th  Senryu


     We All Need To Know:
What Time Justice, Being Served ?
 ‘Cause, GOD Made Dessert !


Details | Sonnet | |

The Broken Girl-not me

Is my life not tortured enough for you to see? 
I am broken as can be. 
My heart is torn. 
My tears stain these perfect floors.  
Why are singing with glee? 
Why do you not care about my every plea? 
I am trapped in your arms. 
I am the hopeless moth. 
How did you pick me? 
What is it that you see? 
A girl untouched by life? 
A flower blooming in the desert? 
I have said goodbye to my loving integrity.  
You took that from me through R-A-P-E.


Details | Haiku | |

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! I loathe sleepless nights!!

Eyes itchy, open
Red and heavy. Limbs like weights.
Insommnia stinks...


Details | Haiku | |

Your Going Down

<                           beneath waterfall
                        let your troubles wash away ... 
                             cesspool is waiting





Entry For John Freeman's
The Precept Natures Haiku
G.L. All


Details | Rhyme | |

TEMPTATIONS

I will take a jog, but will not go near the grocery store
I will pass by the grocery store, but will not open the door
I will go in there, but will not go down the aisle where the ice cream is on sale
Oh! I promise!... I just can’t feel my feet any longer!

I will look at the ice cream, but will not pick it
I will pick it up, but will not buy it
I will buy it, but will not open it
Oh! Promise! Just let me have it! It’s on sale!

Open it, but not smell it
Smell it, but not taste it
Taste it, but not eat it
Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!

Ohhh! Freaking deceiving joy of calories is this!
Three months to lose, but took me a minute to gain
Promise! Promise! This is the last one, I swear!
I will just go to bed when I feel like jogging again.


Details | Verse | |

WHOOSH

Joanna Davis

The whoosh of time it flies

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~so fast

From the dawn of our birth,

To the dusk of our past.

If the legacy is filled

with the laughter of child-like dreams,

it explodes with joy

and bursts at the seams

The residue will fly

right out into space

Then when you’re older

hit you right in the face

Your smile will be big

your eyes will be wide

Then~~~~~~~~~~ whoosh

you’re right back

To when you were a child.  






Details | Free verse | |

Aberrant Waffle

In a moment my Mom just came
She said when we welcomed by the death
Maybe the soul would be shifted to other planet
Possibly moon is the waiting room

She said people could float in the outer space
Similar thing that spirits do
Maybe we granted a pair of wings
When we flee to the planet unseen

I said
Maybe other world just like Bermuda
When we blink, abandon the world
We just begin in other swirl

Possibly Mars would be an option

Digress thoughts but colored my day
Silly talked but tickled my brain
She inspires the time of spare 
Dearest Mom I thanked you for share



     ***************************************************************
                                                     Honorable Mention
              Any poem not posted for a contest in the last 3 months under 20 lines
                                             Contest Judged:  11/12/2012 
                                          Sponsored by: Black Eyed Susan
     ***************************************************************


Details | Haiku | |

An Odd Shaped Heart

.

                                                         Swan and Gander touch
                                            Heads construct an odd shaped heart
                                                        Love the strangest thing


Details | Sonnet | |

A Love Sonnet

.                                                  A Love Sonnet
                                       Composed By: Sara Kendrick


                            Oh! What can I say of my love that's true

                             I just love a game of life with good rules

                     For knowing the rules~~following same~~no sue~

                     Like first write my name so I am known**cool**

            
                               This poem about love is dedicated

                               To a woman who Rambles poetry

                             Constance La France who meditated

                              Meditated, relaxed__watching trees


                            In her homeland of Canada life's ease

                       With her vintage clothes, a paying job~~well~

                          She is set to enjoy what I have to please

                      That she is so nice to comment on my tall tale



                          Let me summarize and not least disguise
 
                      Bending rules, dancing around right  is not wise


Details | Limerick | |

You're Going To Get It Now But Good

<                             once there was an old cat named chessur
                               only listened to alice for sure
                               but sometimes dissappeared 
                               and left behind grins smear
                               so I've gone mad and shaved off hides fur





Entry For Debbie Guzzi's
Go Ask Alice Contest
        G.L. All


Details | Limerick | |

Just For Kicks

<             just like football i am like the queen
               now hand over remote or i'll scream
               black and blue division
               on my television
               Kicking Jay Cutlers butt I do dream









Entry For
Kristen Bruni's 
Football Contest
G.L. All


Details | Limerick | |

I Love Lucy

<          once there was a redhead gal name lucy
            now skit comes to mind is real juicy
            job switching with the men
            conveyer belt takes a spin
            chocolate oh how did she loosey



Entry For Shani Fassbender's
Favorite Television Show / Episode Remembered


I Chose I Love Lucy
 

Written By Katherine Stella 7/1/11


Details | Light Poetry | |

Over The Hill Footle

what you will
    when over that hill

    well your feet will swell
               and body might smell 
 
                           your hair will grey 
                                  want to be lazy all day

                                         tummy will sag
                                             eyes will bag

                                                    get bunions too
                                                          on heels how shrew

                                                                     lose some teeth
                                                                               OMG good grief

                                                                                         so if you will
                                                                                               take it slowly up that hill


Entry For Brian Strand's 
What You Will Contest

I chose Footle

                                                              

                                                                                                       


Details | Free verse | |

Glitter World

Glitter World
I see the world as my pearl
My place to take a whirl
And twirl around like a sexy girl
A place where there is little turmoil
My world is place
Where all flags can
Freely unfurl
Where a boy’s hair can curl
Everything’s glitter in my little world.


Details | Ode | |

The Dime

There was once upon a time, 
Unexpectedly, a very small dime. 
He did not do much of anything,
Apart from gazing. 
He just stared longingly at the sky, 
Counting the clouds that drifted by. 

Dear old Dime, not very bright,
He did not shine, not a ray of light. 
Dark and rusty, 
Old and dirty.
Everyone did not care, 
Though they could use him and buy a bear. 

They did not want to touch, 
This old thing of such. 
They did not want to feel. 
That sick disgusting bill. 
He was old, rusty and dim,
But he hated the way man treated him.


Details | Rhyme | |

Sharing Poetry Is About Being Close

 Welcome! Take a seat, and please do slouch. 
 In fact, lay down on this psychiatric couch. 

 Tell me, exactly what ails you today? 
 You say your head hurts. Explain, in what way? 

 Is this problem new or ongoing for years? 
 What are some of your biggest fears? 

 Tell me all about your childhood. 
 Was it traumatic or mostly good? 

 Is your family close or full of strife? 
 Which activities are part of your life? 

 How do you feel about the opposite sex? 
 Are you dwelling on past regrets? 

 Have you been having recurrent dreams? 
 What are some of the common themes? 

 When conflict arises, how do you deal? 
 Tell me, how does that make you feel? 

 Less discuss some coping techniques. 
 How about we meet again in two weeks? 

 Here, take this prescription, and water with each dose. 
 Sharing poetry is about being close.


Details | Free verse | |

Doggie Moss

My husband’s eyes are tearing up! Yes, it’s that time of year!
The doggie moss just keeps creeping, everywhere my dear.
Wherever does it come from? It seems to keep eluding me, for sure.
As it constantly creeps in to cover my carpet, like a fine velour.
I complain daily to my hubby, as it attacks my dogs and house.
I say, its a fine black sheen that floats in the air, through out.
My hubby doesn’t understand… He says its only hair from the shedding dogs.
But I assure him daily that it’s truly nothing of the kind, my love…
I groom the doggies, saying its to save the dogs and destroy the moss. 
Each time I explain about the moss, my hubby promptly snorts.
Then his eyes begin to twinkle as they slowly water up.
He heard me pray to God one day to help me with the moss.
He says he stumped his toe as the snort turned into a lions roar.
But when I went into the room he was doubled up, rolling on the floor.
Again his eyes were tearing as I swear I heard him trying to stifle a loud guffaw…
Then the next day he brought me home a gift, an adorable white poodle dog.
He said it’d prove it wasn’t moss and was coming from the other dogs.
I felt I had to explain, that the poor white poodle was also being struck. 
Then, I sadly showed him the black velour also adhering to it’s fluff.
He looked totally incredulous, as the tears came again, with a lively snort.
He’s way too kind as he tries not to laugh at my antics… to my face.
He would never hurt my feelings, for he thinks I believe earnestly what I say.
I don’t think he’ll ever catch on… as he tries not to tremble from his mirth.

Now, I know you may think me crazy… Though, we all are, in each our own way…
Actually, I do know it’s the dogs shedding, though that I’ll never admit or betray.
For every time he tries not to laugh, its too much fun to miss the display.


Details | Rhyme | |

Hurry Home

My dear,
As I'm lying on your pillow here

I pray for God to watch over you each night
And help guide you through your daily plights

I can hear sounds of wispiring winds
And see through window's pane a mighty stars spin

Just knowing your battling on foreign soil
Over someone else's turmoils

Makes me just love you that much more
But please hurry home hun to finish your own dam choirs

                                          Love 
                                                Kat
                                                Meowwwww LOL



Tribute To Our Troops And Loved Ones
Hurry Home
God Bless U.S.A.

Also Entry For Brian Strand's 
My Dear Contest


Details | Verse | |

All the Mad Hatters

Madness, the Hatter blinks. 
Madness, Oz's link. 
Repercussions of concussions.
Madness was Portnoy's Complaint*, 

Madness must reciprocate!

Hallucinations filter by....
Leary* winks at Dali's eye.
A house lands on Dorothy's thighs...
Chicken Little wanders by.

 
"Madness," Hitler's honcho’s sneer. 
Madness splices genes with fear. 
"Lobotomize!" becomes the cheer. 
Kellogg’s* enema's find waiting rears.

"Are you the ass? Or is it me? 
Have I ears and a nose? What do you see?"
"Hehawww," said Pinocchio's friends.
"Heeehaw," said Darwin* back again.

Round and round went Steven Hawkings*.
"Madness," said Lenore's raven* squawking.
"Madness," said Einstein* in a blink. 
"Reciprocate!," said the missing link.

* Art by Salvador Dali
* Portnoy's Complaint by Phillip Roth states
   if you know you are crazy than you must be sane.
* Timothy Leary explored LSD and other hallucinogenic drugs.
* Kellog [of cereal fame] proposed enema's as the cure to 
   all health ills, plus loads of sex!
* Darwin proposed man evolved from apes.
* Edgar Allen Poe was mad when he wrote The Raven.
* Einstein had aspergers syndrome a type of 
* Steven Hawkings is a wheelchair bound scientist who autism. 
   extrapolates on the edge of mathematical reality.


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Smile

Joanna davis 

A smile can bring a breath of fresh air
to a heart that’s been broken
or a soul in despair

A smile needs no sound
‘NO YOU DON’T HAVE TO SHOUT’
Sometimes your mouth will open
and you teeth shine out

A smile is infectious
just look and see...
I think you’ve just caught
that crater from me!


Details | Rhyme | |

Goddess In Training

I wade into the water that is my aquatic sun,
suited to perform miracles, refusing reprieve until work is done. 
I exist as a modern day Hercules, striving to discover my strength,
seeking beneath the surface, striving to greater lengths.
My arms tremor, causing ships to break apart, 
during my exhale, all sailors start 
to curse…
yet my grunt of thunder remains the worst.  
My legs propel me forward, though possessing not one gill,
the underwater highway provides an ongoing thrill.  
Mere mortals I glimpse at while stifling tidal waves, 
 as they struggle against the current, candidates to save.
 Their bodies act as limp seaweed, very weak
while others remain bloated buoys, struggling to seek 
a sliver of stamina, however slight, 
their sun is not yet lit, they remain in a moonless night. 
My ears discover the sirens, bursting into song-
they talk of candy sweets my appetite yeans to sail along. 
However, my orb of strength is not yet found, 
until then, I’m forbidden to go above ground. 
Below in the underworld, Hades attempts to send
fingers of flame upon me, yet my armor shall not bend.
My joints ache,
my muscles quake, 
yet the ember of faith I shall not forsake.  
Eventually, I remain erect, not on bowed knees, 
and have resisted pain’s pitiful pleas.
A son of Zeus reaches in to grasp my hand,
his grin stretching wider than the holy land.
His eyes are that of a seaweed sage, 
with a chiseled exterior only Aphrodite could have made. 
His words light my face with a single shining ray,
“You’ve completed your pool exercises for the day.
Are you ready for the gym?” he asks, hoping I should stay,
and I reply, “I’m in need of hot compresses today.”
I proceed to immerse myself in towels of steam, 
 while considering my ultimate dream
of strengthening my image, in the future I will see
the bountiful benefits of physical therapy.


Details | Haiku | |

Cry Me A River

at the mouth of cave
aqua insurgent brushstrokes
cry me a river


Details | Rhyme | |

Drippity drip drip

Take me there I don't care Touch my hair Eat this pear!!! I am bare Want to share? Do you care? I am bear I'll let you stare Don't go there By the chair Or on that stair? Your skin is fair You look like Cher Come to my lair But pay my fare Drippity drip drip


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Soul Food

Bagels and baguettes
Bap or fried bake,
The fruits of the flour
are easy to make

Chollah, chapatti  
Cinnamon bun
These global delights
make eating such fun

Filled with Caribbean sweet meat
like Guava jam,
Scottish smoked salmon; 
Or Danish roast ham

Add a fresh fruit salad,
 some sparkling wine
A candle, red roses and  
you’re ready to dine.



Details | Light Poetry | |

Just because I'm fat

“Just because I’m fat”.

Just because I’m fat…
Doesn’t mean you are all that,
Or that I’ll do aerobics on a mat,
Hey, some fat people are cool, ya heard,
Like Big Boy, Edwin Frank Hoff, the third!

Just because I’m fat…
Doesn’t mean I want to get skinny,
It’s like my home dog Pooh bear, who’s name is Winnie,
I know one day, I can get there – I can,
And then all the chicks will praise the FAT man!

Just because I’m fat…
Doesn’t mean y’all can hate,
Because for some, fat is their fate,
All you posers, just remember one thing,
It’s never over ‘til the fat people sing!
Just because I’m fat… there’s nothing wrong with that!


Details | Rhyme | |

Cub Foods { Minnesota }

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                                       Cub Foods  ~  Minnesota



                                  oh that >>> cucumber thinks hes so ..... cute

                                  lying in a  bed of ~  lettuce in his birthday ... suit

                                  along comes >>> carrot and >>> celery to ~ squawk

                                  you may ..... talk .. the .. talk  but can you .. walk ... the ....... walk

                                  just then >>> banana's prices started to ^^^ rise

                                  oh that son of an ~ mango ...... he too was suprised 

                                  nuts ~  and ~ fruits ... was to fancy his ........ plate

                                  poor ole    >>>>>  potato was just to dam ............ late

                                 




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Thursday's Advice To My Friend

Get some rest my friend,
Like me.
Breeze through tomorrow,
Then, it's the weekend baby!


wrote 1-21-10
in a text to my friend, Tralanya


Details | Senryu | |

What Time Is It

spring ahead fall back
tick...tock....tick...tock ...  just ticking ...
waiting for Winter 





Gotta Just Love That White Stuff   LOL


Winter Is My Chose For Season Senryu


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patience #30 angel card

not a natural 
has to be thought out and planned
who has time for that!?!?!?


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Old Dan

Quiet save for a morning glory’s cue 
Daylight decks the sky cerulean blue 
Sunday and like the hues of color wheels 
Old Man Dan hunts for all his fishing creels 

The rye grass cradles tiny spheres of dew 
Dawn fishing allures in lieu of a pew 
Like osmosis, moisture fills his old boots 
As the last morning owl gives a few hoots 

Trout Royal Red is already awake 
Waiting for Dan in the depths of the lake 
Three pounds of beauty, paint on his sleek back 
Royal Red knew what the old man might lack 

Sharpen arsenal now, fish where it’s dim 
You know he will not dare bite on a whim 
And Old Man Dan has a trick up his sleeve 
His light-tinted fly spent two weeks to weave 

His tackle befit with two pound test line 
No wet or dry flex just regular twine 
No weights to be used, tossed from the jetty 
The fly should track the natural eddy 

From his boat he tossed his new-fangled bait 
So natural the drift only to wait 
Red spied his game moving at the right speed 
Closer he came from behind the tall reed 

He strictly examined his tasty prey 
For t’was a real bug, it would have to pay 
Closer he came to the well-tied disguise 
Knowing full well it could be his demise 

Soft and ductile he gave it a small bite 
Then Old Dan jerked with all of his might 
Royal Red noticed a slight scent of snuff 
Then spit out the fly aware of the stuff 

Old Dan fell overboard with all his gear 
The only thing left – a pain in his rear 
This comical scene smacked of déjà vu 
He had been there before - a time or two 

Red took a break aside the still water 
Smiling inside providing Dan fodder 
Eyeing Dan’s canoe tarry upside down 
He sped swiftly to hide from his mad clown 

Madder than hops Dan drug his boat home 
Cussing and swearing he took on a foam 
He would come back the next date of the sun 
Certainly it would be his day of fun 


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Zippedy Do Dah

 <                                      Zippedy  Do  Dah  

                                         Zippedy     Day  

 
                                       Open    Hearts    Souls

                                       Sing    Loud     Today


                                           Zippedy   Do   Dah  

                                           Zippedy          Day  


                                    Thank    You    Sweet     Lord

                                     Bountys    Come   My    Way


                                           Zippedy  Do  Dah   

                                           Zippedy        Day   


                                          Smell   Frangrence

                                   From    Flowers    Picked   Today


                                           Zippedy  Do   Dah   

                                           Zippedy      Day   


                                        Hugs      And      Kisses

                                To     Children    Comes   My   Way


                                           Zippedy   Do   Dah   

                                           Zippedy          Day   


                                           Join    With    Me

                                          Sunshine's    Hooray   



                                           Zippedy  Do   Dah   

                                           Zippedy         Day   


                                          Keep    This   Tune 

                                          Going     All       Day



                                          Zippedy   Do    Dah   

                                          Zippedy           Day   



                                  Not    Sure    Rythem    Rhyme

                                 Will   March    Same    Way ...   Hey  !


                                          Zippedy   Do    Dah   

                                          Zippedy          Day   


                                                 Been    Fun  

                                            Must   Be   On    Way



                                             Zippedy   Do  Dah   

                                             Zippedy         Day   


                                  Thanks  Dane  Ann  Smith  Johnson

                                 For  Contest   To   Join   And   ...   Play






Details | Free verse | |

Xanax Sunshine

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert


Details | Couplet | |

Linda Marie The Sweetheart Of P.S.

<                                            Sweetheart

                                          Where shall I start


                                              Linda  Marie

                                         You'll surely agree

                            
                                            Travels  around

                                           Soup    land   town


                                     North  South  East  and  West

                                 Your poetry she  will taste and test


                                        Never leaves smitten notes

                                    Or even some nasty blog quotes


                                  She packs you in her traveling suitcase

                                     You know the one dressed in lace

                              
                                          Wether stateside or abroad

                                          This woman is not a fraud


                                         Only kindness and senserity

                               If I was a guy even would ask her to marry me  { LOL }


                                          But for now will be forever friends

                                   Like A shining armor I will always's defend 


                                             This sweetheart of poetry soup

                            Who makes me not to want to fly from this coupe

                       

                                       
                                          
                


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Poem Pinata



Please strike
the piñata
i have made for you
out of the  stripes of paper
and the glue,

In  the midnight hour
i have labored long
on this plump pig
of collaged letters.
with  corrugated metaphors
Sightless Find the weakest point.

let that guide 
your hand
the transparent rose
cellophane
wrapped candy
shall flow
in libation of sound
pour down
like a quirky rainstorm
bouncing 
like silver
coins
on the sidewalk
of your mind.


Details | Haiku | |

Play Misty For Me

clouds abotomy
cut with a sheer percission
play misty for me


Details | Verse | |

Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Ah, Caligula!

Ah, Caligula!
To history known,
Germanicus, excessive extravagance in Rome.
Delation must fall as thou rise from thy throne,
the senate quakes amidst the undulation’s tow.

Ah, Caligula!
One should never be avid,
or accept the as-is, as in to be average.
-Thoust be what all there be ever that is,
and the ego is eyed as the drive toward the passage.

Ah, Caligula!
Wake the pomp, raise the flair,
Our life in all's but a starlight there.
Summer, which oft leaves to Fall leaves,
endures in the sunlight, and that is no folly.

Ah, Caligula!
The ages belong,
to they who remember and keepeth the song.
Stake these words not to a lascivious nature,
but to what he leaves Earth, and save words for later.


Details | Limerick | |

Let's Duke It Out

<                   Once came along an man named John Wayne
                     Winchester by his side causes more pain                           
                     Dusty trails ballroom brawls
                     Battlefield's muddy crawls
                     The duke of western inflicting gains


Details | Acrostic | |

Electronically Speaking

<                                   elects not to open door by hand
                                     looks pretty stupid too                                     
                                     even an grandma can do it 
                                     calling all grandma's
                                     technology has gone to far
                                     really really to far now
                                     one does not need to be an rocket scientist
                                     nor an magician
                                     it's easy as one two three
                                     candidly smile
                                     tip your hats
                                     look both ways
                                     launch arms outward
                                     and pull or push  that's it



My Word Chosen Was
Electronically



Written by 
Katherine Stella
5/9/2011


Entry For Dakarai Cobb's
The Sonnet Man's Acrostic Challenge
GL All


Details | Lay | |

You tickle my taste buds

what scrumptious
flavor
steam floating
from the muffin
touching my nose 
like sewers from 
new york city
But one of a
Rose

my taste buds
lifts my tounge
out my mouth 
like a body builder

What color 
what texture
what a taste 
you have in my style
vanilla 
better then
chocolate
paste 

look at the smile
you bring to 
that young fella 
face.
not to sweet 
not to bitter 

just right to 
tackle my 
buds when i taste


Details | Prose Poetry | |

TIME

Tick tack  on the wall,
Knocking all the wall,
Scaring us all,
Muscling the muscles,
Muscling the morsels in us,
Quickening the finest deep,
The hidden gold of gold,
A dignity of labour,
How loyal and diligent you are,
Precious and precarious,
Dangerous and conspicuous.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!

Running without waiting for anybody,
How impatient could man be,
In your sound you keep man,
In haste at everydawn,
Thou hath in the haste of full dawn,
Desperately desperate,
Anxiously anxious,
Wisely wise are we and you
Preciously precious,
Nothing can be done without you that's obivously obvious.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!


We chose to choose you,
Working to work with you,
Falling to fall with you,
No time no food,
No time no suite,
No time no cheat,
No time no shift,
No time no me,
there is set time for everything,
Mama use to say,
Patience is virtue of time,
that's the way whichever way.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!


Details | Free verse | |

Love Hurts - The Symptoms

Thoughts displaced by rolling palpitations,
From left to right grow these numbing sensations,
A face which spirals down, drooping from smile to frown.

Time hibernates in this moment protracted,
Legs bow and shake to our drama just acted,
Senses into overdrive, does pain show you’re still alive?

Oxygen masks, Coxes’ rowing commands,
Heart beat machines is what love demands,
“You need time to relax”, prescriptions from Quacks,
Is love just a commonplace heart attack?


Details | Limerick | |

Up A Creek Without A Paddle

<                              once this girl had seen her own shadow
                                got scared begun to wag and waddle
                                crossed over center line
                                hit by semi's behind 
                                now shes up creek without a paddle 







Writen by Katherine Stella

Entry For Rick Parise's 
Shadows And Lines Contest
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

AM ALIVE NOT DEAD

Crazy how when one problem is solved,
Another one arises,
When one thing is lost,
we find another one,
When we give up
someone else moves up,
When we think its the end of the road,
the journey has just began.

Crazy how when one stops hurting,
worry wants to take over,
When we are down and crushed to dust,
freedom calls, wanting to sweep you away like the wind.
Crazy how when i cry,
I realize am normal,
I have emotions and tears.

Funny how When my life is out of control,
When am broken and hurt,
Scared, thinking that this crazy world,
Is going to bring me down,
i find a reason to smile
I realize AM ALIVE NOT DEAD.


Details | Quatrain | |

Flow

Feelings tingle like icy-hot
No returning this clearance life we've bought
The gun may be loaded but you've only got one shot
Always placing first, even before your second thought

Showing off like I'm in real estate
Don't fence me in, you can't match my gait
Try to upscale you ain't carrying your weight
I'm in the charts, check my growth rate

Call me Mrs. Lee cause I be making dough
Son, I'm the coldest, 30 below
You get the picture, Vincent Van Gogh
Steady climbin to the top, no plateau

I'll help you open doors, got that master key
Original work, you're just the carbon copy, cc
Go ahead and follow, no sign-up fee
I'm goin places, 3 out of 4 pros agree.


Details | Haiku | |

My Phone

Oh old mobile phone
Thanks for fixing my toilet
Now scared to touch you


Details | Alliteration | |

Marianne

Strolling southern seashore in mists of September
searching for something set to stay,
her mind that meanders,
remarkable meters,
perplexing the phantoms at play.

Voices validating vague vagrant vocations
of poetry placed in parade,
with words waged in warring,
warning of the wheighman,
who knew you had dues left unpaid.

Before the seashore became her domain,
she’d wandered the wayside of pain,
locked in psychotic box
Doctor’s ticking clocks,
saying drain her poor brain once again.

Prefer sleep on the street keep her beat from defeat
she found sound vocation once more,
tourist response sterling,
shape sand to her seeing,
she sells sea shells, by the sea shore.


Details | Free verse | |

Leader of The Pack

Wake up sleepy head is all that’s left to say. Get up I say!
But of course it didn’t help… This was sleeping at it’s best!
The bus was due for school soon, and still in bed he slept.
So out came my hidden weapons, that are better than water splashed.
I crept quietly up beside him… and here is what I said…

If you don’t get up I’ll release our monstrous, fearless, great cat.
He’ll jump and walk all over you… before sitting on your head.
Then I’ll bring in our loud 66 lb lab to lick you everywhere to death.
Then I’ll bring in our 86lb lab that’ll jump up to join you there, instead.
Don’t be surprised if he stretches out taking up most of the bed.
He’s really good at pushing with those really good, strong legs so…
It won’t be long before there’s nowhere left but on the floor to sleep.
And now let me introduce our 55lb forceful, herding cattle dog.
If he can’t get you up and going… believe me it can’t be done...
He’ll nip at you gracefully while never leaving a single bite.
He’s hungry and wants breakfast leftovers before it turns twilight.
And me I’ve reset the alarm. There’s no more music left to play.
Every five minutes the buzzer will be there just for you, I say.

Now I’m going away and you’ll notice the smells of bacon, toast, and eggs.
And if the dogs are in the kitchen first… it’s cold cereal for you this day.
And once they get a taste for leaving you far behind…
You will have forfeited your place at the table I know they’ll think you kind.
And when the animals are gone from your bed…
Who will protect you while you sleep?
Remember there’s an 8000 lb dinosaur living in the living room, that I keep…
And I know for a fact that he’ll come in and drool all over you…
He’s the problem we all run from…we walk around him every day. 
And I named him Mr. Report Card… for all the damage he can play.
Without him there’ll be no Xbox, Play Station, or fancy fishing trips.
So get up my sleepy young man… The world is waiting for you today.

These are my secret weapons and they work every time…
We haven’t missed the bus you see… in a very, very long time. 


Details | Couplet | |

Ring Around The Collar

<                                    ring around the collar

                   now don't it just wan na make ya ~ scream and holler

                                         
                                      whether day or night

                                      it can be an Erie sight

                               
                        you stand there and ~ scrub ~ scrub ~ scrub

                     even sometimes bent over  i n  that  ~ tub ~ tub ~ tub 



                       water and soap dripping up and down your arms

                         dog and cat fighting trying to cause you harm



                                  yelling and screaming at the kids

                                   wondering now what they did


                                    
                               you kicking the lid shut on the commode

                              saying ah crap this stuff's getting too dam old







                          



                         

                           

                           

                                 


                      
                        


                                     
                                 


                           
                     
 


                                      


                                     



Details | Haiku | |

Funny Haiku's from Captain Mike

I don't know what to think about Haiku's. Haiku!

it's kinda like a sneeze
haiku kinda sounds like hah chooo
so then ka-zunn-tite!


She's giving me a back rub Haiku!

I need to fart bad
if I do she won't rub me
jeeze I shat my self  


The Divine Plan of Nature Haiku!

just for the butt hole
turds are tapered on the ends
so it don't slam shut


The One and Only Law Needed for the World to get Along! Haiku!

Everyone is free
so long as they don't take that
right from someone else

by Capt Mike


Details | I do not know? | |

Smile

Shout it from the fooftops,
Yet keep it close inside,
A smile that lately never stops,
A smile a thousand faces wide.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

wealthy or healthy?

why is it that most people are always seeking wealth?
they will push themselves to the limit and disregard their health
money can't buy true happiness, 
it's more of a burden than a prize
yet many people are obsessed with it,
but at what price?

how many houses can you live in ?
how many cars can you drive?
how many gold chains can you wear around your neck?
will your wealth keep you alive?
how many credit cards and bank accounts do you really need?
as humans we are great consumers 
and we have a condition known as greed

it's funny how there are some people who don't have a lot of bucks
yet they live lives of happiness, is it their destiny or is it luck?
it's funny how those people who can barely get by
learn to live on less and contently survive

yes, we'd all like to be rich and not have to look at the price
whenever we want to buy something, but what are you willing to sacrifice?
when it comes down to the truth, you have to decide what is your measure
is it health or is it wealth? what do you treasure?
in sickness and in health
in poverty and in wealth

you can have all the money in this world and still have a fatal disease
you can live in a trailer park and with your few possessions and be pleased
you can have that great big house in the best part of town
but if you're laid out on your back, where is the good in it to be found?

money and wealth are just some of Satan's tools
to take people away from God and make them act like fools
many will lie, some will steal and others will kill for wealth
but what good is all the money in the world 
if you ain't got  your health?



Details | Verse | |

Works and Quirks

Love is action in the works
Can people see through?
Amid quirks? 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

NO MORE TEARS

The world is a perplexing place
So much beauty and so much evil all tied into one
I started having fun when I was way too young 
I’ve walked down both sides of the tracks
The adrenaline rush was like smoking crack  
Being naive and carefree I thought I was living the ideal life
By the time I was fifteen I had experienced it all
Sometimes I managed to pull myself up
However temptation was too great, despite knowing the toll
I felt like I had lost my soul
I didn’t realize I was just being used and abused
I used to think I was being cool, but now I realize I was surrounded by a bunch of dumb
ass fools
People I thought were my friends all did me wrong in the end
I put my trust into the wrong hands and then one day reality struck
I found myself stuck
I learned the hard way
I literally found myself fighting for my life and ended up being taught the strength
The strength I had within myself all of these days
I refuse to live in fear
That’s when I decided to change my ways
I was forced to grow up way to young
My life had been like one disastrous play
I took back control in every plausible way
I could no longer kick and scream
For I was done living in this catastrophic dream
It was my fight to fight and it was all up to me
There are no magic pills, no quick fixes
Only I could choose to remain a victim
I get upset if anyone takes pity, even though a few years were extremely gritty
I found my inner strength on my own, even when the stress makes me feel like I am about to
drown
Like a erasing the scarlet letter I shall no longer where that frown
I chose to let myself be free
Knowing I am the only one who holds the key
The key to unlock and release myself from the pain
Now everyday is like a surprise
I see the world through a fresh pair of eyes
I take advantage of that as much as I can
I try to look for the beauty and pureness everywhere I turn
I would not let myself be tainted from the past
Life passes by so fast
Forget the scary things I have done, for in a moment you can be gone
Take that leap of faith and wear a smile upon your face


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches 
                                                Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
          Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
                                                He holds the key to this new world.

The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience 
          Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped 
                                                Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence 
          Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped 
                                                Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.

My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
          In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
			   Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
          On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
                                                Our intrepid journey commences...


Details | Haiku | |

My Mom Is One Tough Cookie

deep in the forest
collapsed limbs fungus rockbeds
natures own fury


Tribute To Nature
Even If She Is Mean LOL



Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

ATMOSPHERE,

A lonesome dove

feathered white.

The branch strong,

time light.

...no "wait".

A dream.

really blowing a sweet breeze.

...no "wait".

A heart beat sitting in a tree,

spirit like,

...no "wait".

A rhyme.

...of atomosphere.


Details | Narrative | |

"Love"

Love is someting on a daily basis that should always be displayed
A kind word,helping hands are ways it can be conveyed.
Hello there!How are you doing ?Or may I help you please.....
Are all but a few phrases that could be said with ease?

Instead.....its no thank you!I donk care or who are you anyway?
You're just trying to extend a little love and then they blow you away.
That's a nice dress,I like your hair or may I please see your hat?
All you can hear with a cold stare is what you think he looking at.

Our dear Father who lives up above,said to love everyone like your self;
I guess people these days got tired of that and put love back on the shelf.
We need to take it back down ,dust it off and give it another try,
Its not that hard to spread around even if its denied.

I still beleive that love has hope amidst the doom and gloom;
It may get better....I don't know?......before GOD comes,or when man
lives on the moon


Details | Rhyme | |

It's Friday

<                                         Is It Friday Yet ?
                                            Yea ~ You Bet


                                            Just Got Paid
                                            Now Want To Get Laid


                                            7 ~ 3
                                            Good Golly

                                           
                                            Boss On  Ass
                                            Like Sharpel Of Glass

                                            
                                            Phones Ringing Off Wall
                                            Everybody And Their Mother Calls

                                            
                                            Fix This Fix That
                                            Phone I just Want To Splat


                                            Tic Tock Tic Tock
                                            Goes Slow On Dam  Clock 


                                           Thursday  -  Monday
                                           All I want To Say


                                            Is It Friday Yet
                                            And No I Can't Afford A Dreamy Jet


                                            So As The Saying Goes
                                            I'll Just Keep Crossing My Fingers And Toes



Entry For
Joe Flach's
In Other Words Contest



My Inspiration 
Is It Friday Yet ?  LOL
G.L. All
                                            


Details | Free verse | |

Praise God

crossroads have become super highways.

 It is raining here in in glorious waves the birds are playing and singing in the showers of blessings. Praise God from whom all blessings flow!!

There shall be showers of blessings!! Praise him all creatures here below....
Out my window flows liquid refreshment
God's creatures are rejoicing, singing the news far and wide.

There has been a drought for many a weeks here....
today out my window I saw a bluebird standing in the dry birdbath.
Now that is patience and hope.....

His hope is floating now!! Woo hoo!!


Details | Rhyme | |

NO FUNNIER LAUGHTER

No funnier laughter
sounds like this laughter...
when its pitch vibrates as sound;
I may giggle at times, but I'm always kind!


Who will tackle me and make me laugh louder than clowns 
by telling me those jokes you heard somewhere?
Were they told by travelers roaming cities and towns,
or were they written down on some rough paper?


Oh, humor you make life sumptuously grand...
when all one needs is the company of some friend!
Sit down and let's tell each other stories that satisfy our literary itch;
let's unearth stories of the famous and the infamous, of the humble and the rich! 


No funnier laughter
is heard around the entire globe;
you may hurt your ear's lobe...
when I laugh harder than Cher!


Details | Rhyme | |

Happenings

What happened yesterday Is in the past, Gone away. What happened tomorrow No-one knows Joy or sorrow. What happened today Tomorrow I will say One thing I am sure Now or when Will always follow What happened then.


Details | Rhyme | |

The World Needs Stupid Poems About Sheep

There's many speeches made upon the battlefield of life
And much advice both wise and otherwise
There's words to spur us on to overcome all sorts of strife
Some honest truths and some just hopeful lies.

The pep talk to build up the team so they go out and win;
The mantras found in simple battle cries;
The politics of power delivered with an extra spin;
The prophets' words reduced to sermon size;

The burning words of hatred that can send a man to kill
To light the fire that must be quenched with blood;
The prophecies long written that the blind seek to fulfil;
The word that lifts the fallen from the mud.

The lovers speak in whispers in the darkness of the night
And plight to each their troth in sickly verse
And the righteous lift up their voice to praise God, good and right
And hide the fact that they do something worse.

But if there is humanity and sanity to keep
The world needs stupid poems about sheep.


Details | Grook | |

I'm A Chump

<                                        emphasis of labor day

                                        symbolic's end of summer

                                        picnics and parades display

                                     American workers get chummier


Details | Free verse | |

Rebellious

                                        What???...

To get someone to read my poems… Contests there must be.
They must be bleeping nuts thinking I can follow all those cockeyed rules.
Out of a zillion types of poems they always pick the weirdest ones.
Allowed only 16 lines… I found I stopped at ninety-one.
And for a topic they want a bird throwing glitter from a tree.
How about I spank them as I put them across my knee!!!
And why must I name it… as they told me? Where’s that for creativity?
Then they want a special comment added in the poem…
I would rather not add plagiarism… I’d rather call it my own.
But, you know, I am so very needy that I’ll do whatever they want.
Well… I’ll do, maybe one or two… of the things they want.
I know this makes it harder to judge the poems that are found therein.
But to me a poem… is a funny bent on my crazy whim.
Then suddenly, Lord Have Mercy… my poem didn’t win.
But I’m happy as punch for even with their strained smile…
I’m sure they read one of my poems yet again. :)

(Meant only for fun) I'm not really complaining. Just having fun.


Details | I do not know? | |

What Did The Three Legged Dog Say To The Two Legged Cat

What Did The 3 Legged Dog Say To The 2 Legged Cat?

What an amazing thing to see by any eye. Two creatures on there way home, spoke as 
if they were from a war zone.

All though both were missing parts, they had tremendous heart. Cat, what do they call 
you? My friends call me 2 Blue.

Dog, what do they call you? My friends call me 3 paws.  It’s a pleasure to meet you. 
Same here 2Blue.

Are you curious? Everybody I meet seems to be.  Not really 2 Blue. What rights have I, 
to say whose whole?  Looks to me like you have plenty of soul.

Thank you 3 Paws; I would imagine you are quite a dog, with lots of heart and plenty of 
bark.

So, 2 Blue, what’s up? Seen any action lately? Not since the alley fight in 2002, when my 
back was against the wall, and I took a heavy fall.

What about you 3 Paw? What’s your story?  Well, it’s a lone one, but I like to keep it 
short. I was in the dark in 2007,  sniffing like I normally do, when guess who? Right! The 
Rockwilder Brothers jumped me.

While running, I slipped on some ice, and they weren’t nice with there bites

I agree, we all learned our lessons in life.  Something’s are good, and some aren’t so 
nice.

3 Paw, see you around.  2 Blue, I’ll be in town.

Dr. “G”


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Invisible's Invincibility

I am an invisible man.
Try and see me if you can.

Shy and quiet I remain alone.
Silent is my voice’s tone

No one can feel my pain and sorrow
As I hide inside of my burrow. 

Shadows consume my body and soul
As I embrace the misty cold. 

The reason for my unseen being
Lies in the fact I hate being seen.

This life and existence’s of my own choice
And I choose not to have a voice.

I am silent. Invisible. Inexistent.
Yet I am invincible, an immortal being


Details | Rhyme | |

Zippelly, Zappely Zale

Diddely, dappened doo –
birdies, black and blue!
Hiddely, happily hare,
gorilla’s, gophers glare!

Frappelly, frippin foo,
larks, and leopards loo.
Giddily, gaddelly, goo –
grasshoppers, gnat’s gnu’s!

Trippaley, trickelly tee –
birdies, bears and bees.
Biddilly, bradilly, boo –
shrimps, sharks and shrews!

Zippelly, zappely zale –
walrus, wrens and whales!
Jittery, jatterly joon –
ladybugs, lions, loons!

Woodelly, wadelly, wee –
a monkey, and ape in tree!
Gecko and goat in game –
all animals aren’t the same!


Details | Villanelle | |

Quakers on Pacifism

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war,

Or to refuse to stuff one’s face with meat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore

 

By definition.  It’s not like before.

These things are individual.  We can cheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

 

We cannot break an invisible law.

We rubbed it out, you see.  I should repeat:

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

Some are.  Some aren’t.  There’s nothing we stand for.

We can have bacon, toast or Shredded Wheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war – 

 

To be vegetarian, vegan or

In any way, restrict what one may eat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

This, Friends, is the conclusion we must draw – 

Won’t vote on this; we might just face defeat:

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore. 


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THE PERFECT PRAYER

THE PERFECT PRAYER

I was leading the service at church Sunday night.
We were deep in the throes of a spiritual fight.
The preacher was gone, emotions ran high.
My first thought was no, but I knew I must try.

When it came time to pray, I wasn’t prepared.
I was feeling the pressure as everyone stared.
In searching my mind for guiding direction,
my wondering eyes made an easy connection.

He was a principled man who never said much.
Most knew him for his compassionate touch.
Before I could weigh all the risks it involved,
I had asked him to pray, my problem was solved.

He reluctantly agreed with a nervous little smile,
then started in, “God…” and paused for a while.
He struggled intently for words to compose.
As each moment passed, the room-tension rose.

A silent prayer, not what I first had in mind,
but we all had one going for words he could find.
A long awkward silence; I had counted to ten,
when he finally yelled, "Help!" and a quiet, "Amen."

Laughter burst out over what had occurred.
He summed up our anguish with one masterful word.
This spirit-filled man, I had put on the spot,
had patiently waited for the answer he sought.

Our healing began from that heartfelt plead.
When we give it to God, He knows just what we need.
With hope now replacing any thoughts of despair,
I thanked him for praying the perfect prayer.



	The Perfect Prayer was based on a true experience I had at a high-school 
	youth retreat. The scenario was slightly different, the impact was the 
	same. This piece, one of my favorites, has been published in several 
	publications. Sometime, I think, we make prayer too complicated.


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I Forgive Me

Joanna Davis

Forgiveness is a meal that’s
best served in large amounts
No matter the type of dish,
it’s the ingredients that count.

Forgiveness is a meal that
should be eaten with clean hands,
And every mouthful well seasoned
So the bitterness you’ll withstand.

Forgiveness is a meal that
must in small amounts, be ingested
To make room for the hurt and anguish
that’s yet to be digested!









Details | I do not know? | |

The life of a flower

I am a flower,
living my life.
loving my surroundings,
staying pure.
I'm full of joy,
and i grow with care.
i wonder what ill be doing 20 years from now.
I'm sure theres many things, different opportunities,
but i guess ill just have to wait and see.
this curious, pure flower is me.


Details | Haiku | |

Slippery Floor Oo

Drip… Drip… Drip… Don’t let the water drip on the floor or you will Slip… Slip… Slip… Drip… Strip… Drip… Don’t let the water run or someone will Trip… Trip… Trip…


Details | Rhyme | |

Okay... Let's Talk

You are pushing me too far, now we've passed the line,
We ain't coming back, that's a fact..  now it's time,
To lay down some ground-rules on you fools, because I'm,
Fed up..  so shut up!  Or get cut up with my rhymes!

If you're gonna pass this test, then you have to be the best,
You'll get sucked in, shredded up, then spat out as a mess,
Are you possessed or just stressed?  Just confess, you're like the rest,
See me shaking and quaking, as you fake a conquest.

You're a little behind,  with your big front,
I'll lash you with my tounge, if you wanna confront,
Try a stunt like that, I'll be forced to come and hunt,
Got you right in my sights, I'm alight, and I'll be blunt.

You wanna take it from me, you are not steel,
You slip and slide from my grip, like a smelly jellied eel,
I want to make a deal, but you flake and peal,
You fade before my eyes, because you never keep it real.

You're living in a dream, now it's seeming to me,
Like your nightmare's coming true, no longer fantasy,
Nothing you can do, your legs are rooted like a tree,
Now I'll open up your mind, and I'll set your brains free!

I'm a peaceful man, so okay..  let's talk,
I'll chalk it on the board, bottle it up and seal the cork,
Remember these words, and replay them as you walk,
You're in a world of giants.. go back down your beanstalk!

When my back's turned, If I feel your eyes burning,
I'll come straight back and we'll see if you are learning,
My soul is yearning, to write rhymes and be earning,
You're wasting my time, these things are really not concerning.

Now I've put on my show..  I will let you suckers go,
Smoke it over in your heads, but be hitting it slow,
Or I'll mow you all down, with my automatic tounge,
Then kick your butt with my Kung-fu, so RUN!


Details | Rhyme | |

Need A New Spell-Check



      ------

So, I need another spell-check
What do you expect
The World is full of the word
My memory has gone 
To heck
      ------
I can say what I want
To say...
I do this every day
But when it come;s
To giving life meaning
Spell=check....
That is the way
      ------
Even though I need it
And I need it everyday
It is also important
That we mean what
We say,
      -----
Let He who hath' hope'
To wonder...Do it
Anyway
     -----
This is no time for dismay
Cause now you can get
A Spell=check...
To day...
      ------
Their is no other way...

              GF


Details | Rhyme | |

WHAT MAKES ME GET UP

What makes me get up
is the strongest coffee cup,
and the enthusiasm to live a full day:
either indoor to write, or outside to play.


Watching movies is fun, but laziness stores fat in my belly,
sitting on the coach, eating potato chips and drinking cola;
junk food won't harm my body if used moderately...
is there a sunnier, warmer place than California?


What wakes me up is the noise of a robin
tapping on my foggy window with his tiny beak;
if he's hungry, he'll flap...if he stands still, it means it'll rain,
hoping I'll invite him in and warble another tune he learned down the creek.


Vacations are far away, late July on my calendar of active man...
choose North or South, snow or sunshine?
Go skiing, or play gulf all day then dine
at the nearest restaurant, but my choice would be zesty Italian.


Isn't my lifestyle exciting and busy, not envying the rich,
or resent the luxuries they can afford along with caviar and champagne?
My pleasures are simple and inexpensive, like the sandiest beach...
you can come along and experience the thrill of an enjoyable day in slow lane.


Details | Rhyme | |

Make Someone's Day

If I had a dime
     Every single time
I heard someone say
     Have a nice day!

No riches on me
     Would you ever see!
Nor money in the bank
     Would I have to yank!

Most people won't take
     The time to fake
A laugh or a smile
     Might cramp their style?

So here's an idea
     Add a smile to your criteria
Make the effort, laugh and say
See yaw, have a nice day!


Details | Couplet | |

Brand New Day

Introduction: Some days you feel alive, some days you don't...it's the elegance of life which many face in the days of existence. Through our own fray whatever it may be, we look out for a brand new way towards the light. We wander, more or less as a rabbit looking for its new home; crawling in and out within this baffled world to find serenity - To find a brand new day filled with everlasting aurora of peace and contentment.


Sometimes the sky is blue, sometimes it looks so white
Sometimes the truth hurts too, sometimes it's blinding bright
Sometimes this life feels short, sometimes it seems so long
Sometimes we go abroad, and at times we feel belonged

Sometimes we want to heal, sometimes we just let go
Sometimes we feel so real, sometimes we feel hollow
Sometimes we don't forgive, sometimes we don’t forget
Sometimes we feel captive, and at times we do regret

Sometimes we sure wonder and pray to leave things back
Sometimes we surrender and we get back in track
Sometimes we learn to deem the truth from the lies
Sometimes we feel the change and start a whole new life

One day we see one light that brings in so much hope
It shows one true love, in a whole new view
That day may be today, reading this here and now
These words aren't just to rhyme, but to put a vivid smile

A smile which won't leave off today
As we all know it's a brand new day.


Details | Narrative | |

Creature

Observing. 
Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

Pondering, 
his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

Aware.
of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

Untamed,
in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

Perched,
on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

Surreal,
His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

Studying, 
his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

Wondering, 
how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

Then 
it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

Wise,
His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

Sympathetic,
I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.


Details | Free verse | |

Banana

Banana me banana you
that make banana two 
what a pair of bananas we are 
this pair of bananas will go far 


Details | Free verse | |

Ménage à Trois (Alone in a Hotel Room at 1 AM)

Thin walls reveal, too well,
the aspirations of my neighbors.

Quiet moans mingle
with the drone of TV,
a strange mélange of real
and imagined eroticism.

As their headboard
bangs a jumbled tattoo,
I join them, gasping
like a hooked carp at our shared
moment of completion.

I wonder if they
search for a tissue,
too.


Details | Rhyme | |

GO Saints!

Your team catches the ball, runs the ball, and sometimes get a touchdown.
This team of black and gold brought the joy and pride back to their hometown.

You make us proud to call you our own.
Your team spirit you've realy shown.

I stand in the crowd as they scream so proud.
Go Saints!
Fans faces are covered in gold and black face paints.

You beat the enemy.
So far you' ve won all three.

I can't wait for your next game!
You'll put the other team to shame.

If you ask us how we feel about our team we have no complaints.
All we have to say is GOOOOOOOOOO Saints!


Details | I do not know? | |

A Sand Box Experiment

Little Jenny was always found to be very prim and proper/
Outside reading her cook book by Betty Crocker/
Lazy Mary Sat on the lazy suzanne,
Butch Malone was their next of kin kissing cousin,
Along with Mary this made up the famed dirty dozen !
That sand box experiment really made us laugh/
Shortly after gym class,

Butch Malone along with the famed Benjamin Bankhead/
Jimmy Foley the local guitar player knew,
The pathway in life that we should choose/
Often he would be found taking a tremendous dump in the boy's urenil !

The path of least resistance sought about from a chosen few,

Often he would appear in shepherds clothing similar to little boy blue !

Playing guitar like he's going out of style !
That sandbox experience was designed to distract all the teacher's ?
We set up stuffed dummies just to look like real people,
Right underneath the bleacher's !

Old man Winter's who worked for Mr. Kazoo knew the score/
Very often he was being seen outside the local liqour store,
Lest I emplore,

The sand box experiment was in full swing on that one particuler day/

Butch Malone thought he was the real king ?
That was until Mrs. Maloney saw him through the window !
Next the time was drawing near/
Then so was that dinner bell,

Mrs. Maloney started talking to all those dummies,

Next thing you know she had tripped over little Johnny !
He was stuffed that was/
Flying three feet high in the air she had fell right on her face !
What a social disgrace !

Yet what had happened to Butch Malone ?
Like a little dog without his bone/
He pee pee'd his pants then cried all the way home !
The next day when Mrs. Maloney got her second wind/

She didn't even know where to begin/

For that little stunt the whole class was suspended for the day,
Yet for the gang including Butch Malone what did they say ?
All in all the sandbox experiment really did make their day !


Details | Quatrain | |

A Toast for New Years Eve

Whilst I lay in my bed, 
And reflect on my past
I remember that I want, 
Certain moments to last.
 
Like this evening tonight;
On New Years Eve;
We’re having too much fun
With much more to achieve!

For the New Year, is here!
And let it be said
’08 is now gone,
It is totally dead!

So we lift up our glasses!
Way high in the sky!
We’re not going to remember this,
Let’s not even try!

Don’t take a drink!
It’s not yet that time!
You have to let me finish
My cute little rhyme!

Now cheers to our friends,
Both new and old!
Let’s cheers to the stories 
That have yet to be told!

Let’s cheers to the nights 
That we stayed out late
Let’s cheers to you!
For being so wonderful, 
And being so great!

Happy New Year!


Details | Narrative | |

SEA TO SHINNING SEA

SEA TO SHINNING SEA,
 
...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
 
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
 
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
 
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
sparkles,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
 
...gazing
 
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
 
being so true...
 
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
 
Sea to shinning Sea.
 
mb(2011)
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Sherlock Sheep

Who is that ambling up the lane
With woolly wherewithal?
Few would bother to explain
An aimless animal.
But that's no common woolmonkey
Seeking out the truth
Deductions elementary:
It's Sherlock Sheep, the sleuth.

Sometimes you may not know he's there
Behind cunning disguise
A woolly mind is brought to bear
In cutting through the lies
The daft sheep form you see by day
Is just another ruse
Whilst eating through a flower display
He's searching after clues

A murder in the midden
Or a stabbing by the stye
A trespasser unbidden
Or crop circles in the rye
All puzzles for the intellect
But have no fear of doubt
The woolly noggin shall detect
The sheep will work it out

He may be here, he may be there
He may be with the flock
No tell tale trace betrays just where
The sheep who's named Sherlock
But when dire duty comes to call
You'll find him there in place
A comfort to be felt by all:
The sheep is on the case


Details | Personification | |

Trivial Question IV II




**********Trivial Question?*******

How are mosquitos' so different from People?


***********Answer:*******
They take their breakes' at the same time.....
     ------

When they go on a smoke brake....
The mosquito break's while they eats'
While people dose nothing....
                   GF

HINT:  Break the skin...


Details | Rhyme | |

I Lost You, Again

Oh notebook I lost you again,
You get lost so easy, like a leaf in the wind.
I need to remember where I put you up,
so I can get this awful feeling out of my gut!
When I get finished writing inside of you,
there is one promise, that will always stay true.
notebook, I promise I wont lose you again
I'll hold onto you like my one and only friend.


Details | Sonnet | |

Aging (SONNET)

Of youth, I dare not say ado, yet wait
upon the willing heart that I be spared
that visit standing at the Pearly Gates,
I bide my time, not hurried to go there.

For on this Earth I tarry not to die,
believing soul and body to unite,
hence, the tongue in silence gives no cry,
with my Lord I stand in glorious light.

Grim Reaper, oh dreaded one, be not proud
for many, not I alone, must now fight
to keep our youth in the maddening crowd,
and know that never we should fear the night.

Alas, 'tis not from aging I dispair
but from telling mirror I must beware.


Details | I do not know? | |

Illegitimi non Carborundum

Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)


...Staggering, my vision cloudy,


I fall to the hard ground.


when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,


and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.



I see myself slipping,

down the abyss to where nothingness exists,


still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,

for my will to stay persists.



I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,


my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.



It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,


I summon the strength from deep within,


I rise, slowly, to face the day,


I refuse to sink,

to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,


to drown,


for I am stronger now,


indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,


I stand, bruised and bloody,


still,


I stand,


I refuse, to sink, to drown,


for they can try, to punish me some more,


but I shall not allow them to grind me down…


;-)


Details | Light Poetry | |

Tiny Adventures

Tiny adventures renew the spirit and the mind,
curing us from a world that has been abrasive and
unkind, in the throes of the hustle and bustle no
one sees our pains, so we have to take care of 
ourselves, the best way we know how.........
Refreshing our innocent souls that lay
bruised and tired from being under attack,
Tiny adventures allow us to get our groove
back.


Details | ABC | |

A Job Is A Job

Incognito
I am a Zen master
I am in the Enlightenment business
Let’s become partners
And enlighten others
I am almost broke
And cannot afford to sell Thai noodles 
In the night market
The queues at the unemployment office
Are long and require strong legs
As a Zen master out of work
I only get dirty looks
From the other vendors
Who never have heard
Of the Enlightened stage of life
When life as it is
Is all you can bear 
There is nothing else to do
Suffering is taking its toll 
But enlightenment requires a lot of patience
These Zen masters always talk around the bush
With their Zen koans
And are bored to death
With all the innocent bystanders
Who came out of nowhere
Staring at all the car crash victims


Details | Rhyme | |

BE STILL

The angst that fills my seeking heart,
Revealed to me a missing part.
More to life there has to be,
More that is evading me.

I’m looking for the perfect way
But it has slipped by me today.
Novels read gave not the right
Answer that I need tonight.

Nor in the airwaves, did I hear
Any revelations clear.
Not in a stream or bubbling brook,
It must be where I failed to look.

Among the traffic, I’ve not found
Worthy words that are profound.
Pay-per-view gave no reply
Leaving me to wonder why.

The stress of what I’m going through
Prevents my knowing what to do.
More to life there has to be,
More that is evading me.

I’ve looked beyond and far below,
Finding only what I know.
The angst remains with me, no doubt.
Resolution, alas, gives out!

Exhausted by my busy quest,
This hopeless heart decides to rest.
When, in my silent spirit heard
A soothing, but prophetic, word.

The sound was slight, a stealthy sleuth
Whispered, “John, Eight Thirty Two.
And once you see the perfect WAY,
Read Forty Six Ten, in Psalm today!”


Details | Lyric | |

"I can't write poetry"

"I can't write poetry-
  why do I try?
I could just as well
  grow wings and fly!"

We all say that
  when we're feeling blue,
It's just one down day-
  or have you the flu?

If you stay awake
  to the day's stark facts,
Poetry won't come
  'cause imagination lacks.

So forget tomorrow is Monday
  (homework can wait)
Capture that magic moment-
  before it is too late!


Details | Couplet | |

The Blessing for My Book

As my job and health failed me... I dreamed to someday put together a 
book of poetry and this will be the blessing it will begin with...

As I sit here weaving my poetry
Into the semblance of a book…
I find that I must ask Gods’ blessing…
For the journey, that together we have took.

I find I must bow my head in thought…
Over this book that together we have wrought
As my hands clasp oh so reverently and earnestly over my heart…
As I believe his help brought the words together that I sought.

And God set the journey that shaped what now before you begins…
He helped me find the words that reached through my heart to my pen.
I pray the poems will be worthy of what he showed me as my life’s art.
And upon this book I honestly pray that his blessing he will impart. 






Details | Limerick | |

I'm Growing

<                                  economic woes
                                    say it isn't so
                                    fruits vegetables of divine
                                    artificial added such a crime
                                    sow garden  W.T.G     {Way To Go}
                                    
                                    
                                    
                                    
                                    


Details | Lyric | |

Between and About

Twixt And between
Never quite there
But never will I stop.
I work and ponder
Forever moving 
Searching around and about.

There are times I wonder, where I really am?
Will I ever achieve my goals?
And what are the goals I’m searching for?
Are they really what I want?
Do I know which way to go?
Or should I start all over and begin again?

We’re all here at times in our lives…
Till every thing will finally become clear.
Then, some how I’ll be there again:
Twixt and between
Never quite there…
Here I go again.

Fluff Contest: This poem is definately full of fluff.


Details | Lyric | |

Child's Play


I watch you play upon the stairs,
 
 Lost in your childhood games,
 
 Built by your imagination,
 
 With freedom and no restraint.
 
 Today you are a sailor,
 
 The captain of your ship,
 
 Sailing on the ocean sea,
 
 Procuring a long summer trip.
 
 You sing a song
 
 That you have loved,
 
 Words of an old lullaby,
 
 You sing a song on the stairs today,
 
 Singing loud—you’re not shy.
 
 The stairs are now a jungle,
 
 A land that you explore,
 
 With a monkey and a zebra,
 
 A tiger and a vicious wild boar.
 
 You pretend you’re on a skyscraper
 
 High up in the sky,
 
 Playing like you’re really there,
 
 And wishing you could fly.
 
 Once again, you’re hungry,
 
 Therefore, you stop and eat your lunch,
 
 You’ll be a chef in your own shop,
 
 There’s not much time to stop.
 
 The stairs are now a cherry tree
 
 In your own loved backyard,
 
 With grass and flowers, and bumble bees,
 
 Except in this tree, you cannot scrape your knees.
 
 The stairs yet again, a mountain top
 
 Reaching high into the sky,
 
 But all too soon, it’s evening time
 
 And now, no more time to climb.


Details | Clerihew | |

SCTV Comedian

John Candy
Is quite beefy and dandy.
He is a comedian on SCTV
He's funny--everyone must agree!


Details | I do not know? | |

WHAT IS HOME?

WHAT IS HOME?

ROLLING HILLS ARE HOME TO ME,
PLAYING CHESS WITH FRIENDS,
DANCING ON THE WEEKEND,
WALKING IN THE WIND,
BLOWING BUBBLES.

(Reflect)

BUBBLES BLOWING WIND,
THE “IN” WALKING WEEKEND,
THE “ON” DANCING FRIENDS
WITH CHESS PLAYING ME. 
TO HOME ARE HILLS ROLLING?


Details | Sonnet | |

Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown (Kyrielle Sonnet)

It’s a great day to shake and bake
Dance, sing, and eat all of your cake
It’s time to wear your dinner gown
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

Upon reaching the Big Six O
Spread and stretch on your patio
Wear your fancy dress into town
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

As you puff out the nice candles
Hold tight onto your chair handles
Smile today and let your hair down
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

It’s a great day to shake and bake
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown


© Joseph, 4/9/08
© All Rights Reserved


Comments:  Dedicated to my poet laureate friend Carol Brown.  The Kyrielle 
Sonnet has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming 
couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each 
stanza.  Each line within the sonnet has eight syllables. The French use the first 
and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This reinforces the refrain 
within the poem. The rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet normally is: AabB, 
ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.


Details | Free verse | |

Merry Christmas to All

Though we all do celebrate birthdays,
the best birthday,
falls on the twenty fifth of December,
as on this day,
our Lord,
Jesus Christ had been born,
the day is considered indeed great,
as the Son of God,
had come into this world,
and had left us by forgiving our sins,
the day begins,
by people of all castes visiting various Churches,
and offering their prayers to the Lord in here,
on this day,
the day is celebrated with a lot of passion,
and fervour,
wherein we also get to wine and dance, 
and be merry all the while,
the kids are quite happy,
as on this day,
they receive lovely gifts,
for been good kids, 
from a very special man, 
known as Santa Claus
by acting as a postman, 
but differs in style and in his way,
by delivering the gifts in advance,
as he does know that,
there is no use in relying with the snail mail,
and the kids would indeed be sad,
if they don’t get their presents in time,
whereby he does not take the usual route,
but always takes the wrong one,
by entering through the chimneys
or through the fireholes, 
how he does it,
we have no idea,
inspite of been fat,
his favourite are the cookies indeed,
wherein he seeks an easier way to get into the houses of the kids,
here’s a message,
he leaves for you all,
wishing you all a Merry Christmas!!

Dt:-21st November, 2012, Name :- Manu Nair


Details | Light Poetry | |

TAKING ...APPLICATIONS....

SEARCHING FO A SOULMATE INQUIRE WITHIN
PLEASE:NO INFANTS UNDER THE AGE OF 25.
BRING TWO FORMS OF I.D. AND A SOCIAL
SECURITY CARD.AND YES I'M CONDUCTING
A FULL BACKGROUND CHECK... SORRY IF
I OFFENDED ANY.......

SEACHING FOR A SOULMATE INQUIRE WITHIN
PLEASE:LOG ON AND READ THE INSTRUCTIONS 
CAREFULLY .IF YOU CAN'T READ THEN DON'T
WASTE YOUR TIME OR MINE.

SERCHING FOR A SOULMATE INQUIRE WITHIN
PLEASE:JOB STABILITY IS A MUST. SOUL SISTA
DESIRES TO KNOW A BROTHER CAN HOLD IT DOWN.
NOT ONLY PHYSICALLY BUT FINANCIALLY.....

SEARCHING FOR A SOULMATE INQUIRE WITHIN
PLEASE:CHARACTER CHECK IS NECESSARY. I
PREFER A MAN OF QUALITY AND SUBSTANCE.
CHEATERS NEED NOT APPLY UNLESS YOU'RE
REFORMED.MEN THAT ARE FILLED WITH EXCUSES
SAVE YOUR DRAMA FOR THE MAURY POVICH SHOW.

SERCHING FOR A SOULMATE INQUIRE WITHIN 
PLEASE:LIST YOUR PLACE OF RESIDENCE OH!
I APOLOGIZE NOT YOUR MOMMA'S HOUSE. I
MEAN THE PLACE WHERE YOU PAY RENT.

SERCHING FOR A SOULMATE INQUIRE WITHIN
PLEASE:LIST 10 REFERENCES THIS PART 
WOULD INCLUDE YOUR BABIES MOMMA'S, AND
ANY CHILD SUPPORT ISSUES.THIS PART WOULD
EXCLUDE FORMER PRISON INMATES.

SERCHING FOR A SOULMATE INQUIRE WITHIN
PLEASE:I NEED CONTACTS WITH WORKING
TELEPHONE NUMBERS. I HAD SOME PROBLEMS
WITH CELL PHONE DICONNECTS DUE TO NON-PAYMENT.

SERCHING FOR SOULMATE INQUIRE WITHIN
PLEASE:LAST BUT LEAST LIST AND EXPLAIN
THE RELATIONSHIP YOU HAVE WITH .......
JESUS CHRIST, AND ARE YOU COMMITED TO
SERVING HIM.A FAMILY THAT PRAYS TOGETHER
STAYS TOGETHER.I NEED A EQUALLY YOKED
RELATIONSHIP...........................

TAKING APPLICATIONS INQUIRE WITHIN ......


Details | Limerick | |

A Drunken Tale

Over lips and through da gums
Hooked minno is going down some
Depth by depth there she sinks
Hooked a dam dogfish oh how that stinks
Pulled anchor and now drowning in rum




Tribute To Fishing
Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Sea Tale Limericks
GL All


Details | I do not know? | |

Anna Lou Bagolbol

           Anna Lou Bagolbol

Often times she suffers the consequences,
Not to be with us in times of sadness,
Her sole problems are kept in the darkness,
She never tells us even if it is quite obvious.

She is quite impressive,
She's so creative, sometimes naive;
Always smiles to everybody,
Never frowns even if her problems are so heavy.

Optimistic always in life,
Dreams a lot about her paradise,
Her dream family, What she's like,
To be a mother and a loving wife.

She doesn't get mad,
Instead other impressions of them makes them so bad,
She doesn't really like to fight,
But she can be a fighter with her mighty armor just like a knight.

She may be tackles sometimes,
But she's nice like her existence,
She might be so cuddly,
Beautiful, lovely, so pretty.

She hops while she's walking,
That's a part of her poise and attitude,
She dances when she's standing,
And speaks with her mouth wide open.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The 21st century

This new age technology
Have me confuse I must confess
Cause while I spending more money
Everything else is getting less

I will give you some example
Hope you don’t get depress
But if I’m telling the truth 
Just answer and tell me yes

Our telephones now
Are all wire wireless
And them new stoves
 Now are completely fireless

A woman in Trinidad washing cloths
On the tree she throws her dress
I ask her why not use a line
She say she going wireless

Google making new cars now
That is driverless
And you just press a button to start
Its is also keyless

They even changing fast food also
To make them completely fatless
So you can eat all you want
While your wallet become cashless

A woman in Malaysia
Have to children who are jobless
And she quarrelling with her husband
Because them wives today are fearless

So while the cost of living rising
Our value become less
The world is in recession
Those leaders are directionless

Today you see young couples
Some of them cheat so heartless
Because to them relationships
Are completely meaningless

Some today have bad attitudes
And live life so careless
And when you tell them good morning
They say mind your own business

 My friend the romantic dude 
With then women he has success
But if he don’t marry one
Then he will be living wifeless

The fees in universities are expensive
While education are become valueless
And everywhere in the world today
You will meet people who are manner less

A man buys his wife a perfume
They call it timeless
Then he trying to lose some weight
so he drink is completely  sugarless

My girlfriend gives me lunch in a bowl
It was completely soup less
Them ask me if my belly full
Saying today we going foodless

So I tell her yes darling
It was so delicious
Because if I hurt her feeling
She might leave me loveless

Yes the 21 st century
Has everything is getting less
But still am and optimist
And will keep my hope endless


Details | Couplet | |

You Snooze You Lose

<                                                  You Snooze
                                                     You Lose

                                                     Lazy Head
                                                     Get Out Of Bed

                                                      No Bread
                                                      No Fead

                                                      Big Bob
                                                      Get A Job

                                                      Soap Queen
                                                      Loves To Dream

                                                      Got Dough
                                                      Hell  No !

                                                      Rather Sleep
                                                      Then Leap

                                                      Sweet Dreams
                                                      Wanna Scream

                                                      Gotta    Go  !
                                                      Work You Know 

                                                      See    Ya    Later
                                                            Alligator !

                                                     
                                       
                                                   

                                                       




 
     


Details | Free verse | |

You're Going To Die Laughing

I could just imagine Tom 
dancing in the Lord's Kitchen
wearing his Spandex Boxer Shorts
while his other goofy Friends Hammond and Rosie
pose as Vacuum Salesmen 
at a Dire Straits Gig
making Tidbits and poking Wormholes
with their Listerine Soaked Tissue box
Oh I know Tom has to be laughing in sweet Pain
as these two nut cases aboard an U.F.O.
and stay drifting to another brilliant Convention
on  Insomnia and Nuclear Waste Medicine
Bet they end up thinking that  Lunar Craters
is the head cheese in charge 
As they sit to Wine And Dine for free


Details | Free verse | |

THE TRUE KING OF THE RING

I had a dream I was in a ring,being boxed around by angels wings.
This went on a many times,then it stopped by a beautiful chime.
A sudden great force ushered me to my corner,where I took a minute to sit.
Then once again the chime began and back out I went to get hit.
I was being hit by a flurrryy of wings,when I found myself going down.
When there he was in the middle of the ring,a bearded man in a long white gown.
He counted me out 1,2,3, up to 8,9,10, then told me to rise and kneel before him
and welcomed me to Heaven.


Details | Blank verse | |

Virile thoughts

All men want freedom
To dream with their eyes wide open
During midday
So they can reach the sun
With just one nail
And take the whole universe
In their palms


Well, all men need respect
Even if
They find it funny
To show any emotion
Public or private


Oh, who said they wouldn't like
To love or to be loved
To admit they're defeated
By the eyes of their beloved women
Looking at them as to gods


Details | Light Poetry | |

Bird's Sing

What a marvelous celebration
To hear birds singing
On a sunny Sunday morning
The other days of the week
I don't pay attention
To Mother Nature's gifts
Because I'm way too busy
To enjoy life.


Details | Free verse | |

My Hidden Garden

 

Days that end on notes unwell
Compel this weeping soul
To walk among a secret garden

Where stepping stones in careful lay
And the rains of winged and flower friends
Give way to hearts unburdened

And to tears of joy 
Or that of weathered season
To water the rose petals in uneven

“Tells us dear, why always sadness”
“Is when you visit here?”
“No more worries, friends will change that frown upon which you wear”

Their rainbow already smiles
And polka dotted eyes
Have ready changed me back to cherry cheer

As Sun flora holds me so motherly near
Where Doodly Bug does her dancing thing
And Blue Jay fails to tell a joke, because all he can do is sing

Betty Fly within her elegance of silence mimes
To Mr. Dandy Lion sending wishes off into the winds
And Inchee worm finally reaches me at the gardens end

In and among the gather, laughter spills all around
As the garden fills ever more and more
Until the sun party crasher comes down and down

And the fire flyers usher, and take to flight
A signaling sight to all
What brings about a hush quiet overhaul 

And as I rise, once more in cries
In departs from my secret friends 
They offer out all their good nights and even more their goodbyes!

My garden secret and hidden far
Safely within an enchanted meadow
Is tucked away like a precious treasure… beneath my softly pillow


Details | Rhyme | |

Boy Is She The One

<                                   Betty Davis eyes
                                     Marilyn Monroe's thighs
                                     Greta Garbo's lies
                                     Elizabeth Taylor's cries
                                     Tells me this is why
                      
                                     Is She The One
                                     Is She The One
                                     Is She The One For Me

                                    Britney Spears
                                    Miley Cyrus sneers
                                    Rihanna's fears
                                    Oh my dear
                                    One thing's clear

                                    Is She The One
                                    Is She The One
                                    Is She The One For Me

                                    Madonna's dares
                                    Cher's dairy air
                                    Heart's flare
                                    Fleetwood Mac I don't care
                                    Just wondering there
                      
                                    Is She The One
                                    Is She The One
                                    Is She The One For Me
                                    
                           
                                    
                             


Details | I do not know? | |

Did You Know Love Was In An Accident

Did you know, Love was in an accident?

What! When? Where? Wow!  My, my. Tell me it’s a lie.
Can we pause for a moment of silence, focusing on love? Hold on there, love not gone. It’s real, but love wasn’t killed.

When did it happen? It was yesterday evening, I’m believing. It happen, when love was leaving. Everything seem peaceful, it was a lovely day, so they say.

Where was love? In a quite restaurant enjoying a delicious meal. And in came the unreal.  Love was taken by surprise; no one thought love would survive.

Wow!  All were speechless, love seem so powerless. As if someone had stolen all the joy. I am telling you what I know, but I suppose there is more.

I had warned love to be very careful. Always check out your company.  Don’t be in a hurry; look in all directions before proceeding, and definitely no speeding.

Poor love.  Made an illegal turn, and ran head on into trouble. Had a concussion and saw double. Forgot the basic rules of the game; avoid some situations, its okay to be ashame.

I believe love will learn to yield the right of way, on the next given day. It really didn’t have to be this way.

Innocent bystanders saw what happen to love. They said a few kind words while looking above. Someone dialed 1-800-Broken-Heart. It didn’t take long, the crew arrived and love was still alive.

Love is in therapy and recovering from love-gitis. They said it could have been worst; thank God there was no Funeral Hurst.

Sometimes our hearts get the best of us, especially in tender moments, warm occasions and special situations.

Thank you love, live long and always remember, sometimes things go wrong.
Have A Lovely Day…
Dr. “G”


Details | Free verse | |

Free Range

Often my thoughts do range far and wide.
But it’s not just my thoughts that skim the tides.
When my Hubby asks and I don’t reply…
He says I’m free ranging again with my mind.
He laughs and tells me to please wake up…
But I’ve already been there, thank you, so much.

Deep in thought and so far away,
He’s still my muse in every way.
But once I get going on that thought…
Look out boys, my mind is set and lost
But don’t you worry. No Sireeee.
When the typing slows you’ll know I’m back, you see.

Those free-range chickens have nothing on me…
I way surpass them in productivity.
And as my words free range far and wide
You’ll find… others may be joyfully joining  me for a time.



Details | Free verse | |

old 66 mustang

This 1966 mustang that i own
It unique and thinks it has it own throne
Oh yes it drives
Thats until the engine dies
Was this car ever fast
To me it seems out classed
Since last year I've worked on this car
Everyone knows i haven't got that far
But i know it has potential
Even thought i just broke it rear end differential
It doesn't roar
And no its not like that greek god thoar
More or less its funny 
I should call it a big lovable bunny


Details | Rhyme | |

The Open Window

I’m already ahead and stirring before that fiery Sunrise appears every single morning.
I'm quickly catching up to my own waiting for the breaking of this phenomenal day.
My coffee will be in my hand right when my thoughts once again start freshly forming!
Ah, I’m feeling alive inside and I think I’ll just stay right here for each second of today.

I glide through my house to stream Sunlight in by pulling every single window shade up,
I toast this day pouring my fresh hot brew straight into my scuffed up old-timers tin cup.
It’s the open window where I see my birds on my oak tree branches singing and playing, 
I just stand at the open window licking early morning honeydew from my lips and I say,
Now this is the most outstanding way to start any God given day with this superb array!

There are just so many smelly buttercups blooming out for me to pluck them up to sup!
I’m smiling whistling and getting enthusiastic about allowing myself to get carried away,
Because I hear my happy little birdies singing their hearts out to me and they’re in tune!

Let us in! Let us in! They twitter their tweets with chirps, 
Let us in and we will sing all day long just to be near you.
Laughing and giggling at my birdies I am just tickled pink,

No way Jose!
I can’t sing! 
My silly, silly little birdies, 
Y’all know my singing stinks.

My buzzing bumbling bee hummers away driving at the winds to boot,
I holler and holler for that goofy buzzer until I’m just not giving a hoot.
So I lift my tin cup up and in my air I toast to a genuine wholeness today,

By the open window I whisper to my eternally inspirational four winds of heaven, 
Forever you may live insde my breaths majestically just as my infallible Sunrays!

® Registered: Ann Rich  2005


Details | Haiku | |

Optimistic Daffodils

a forgotten pail
optimistic daffodils sprout without
dirt


Details | Rhyme | |

The Art of Winning

Winning is easy I don't even try if I said that I did it would be a lie that which I steer clear from a cardinal sin if your asking about me your learning to win And for whatever reason is a reason, at all because it keeps you going determination so raw its a beautiful feeling a winning nature means winning, at all it takes such an artist to conquer the fall its how softly I've landed that last time, you see just a bit of half stepping winning comes to be


Details | Haiku | |

You Don't Phase Me

dogs come cats go
just like moon waxing
Don't let it phase you



Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL

Also Don't Forget To
Turn Those Clocks Back


Details | ABC | |

My Favorite Currency

I like a global currency
I hate to convert money
In Laos
Wars are fought and lost
Over paper money
That is worth nothing
When are they making money
Out of rice
So more people can eat when they starve


Details | Fibonacci | |

Prepared Fish

.
The 
God
One True
God, God of
Heaven and Earth made
And prepared a great fish to eat
Swallow Jonah whole, undigested..sick..fish threw-up
Jonah on the shore bleached white stinking to high heaven, ran preached three days 
revival


Details | I do not know? | |

Reminiscing is a funny thing

Reminiscing is a funny thing... 

It's what you remember in the past of what once was. 
Stored in your memory; reliving it FOREVER, 
The good, bad and the ugly.


Reminiscing is a funny thing... 

Because its a time capsule, a photo captured of your life-- 
Stuck in the past--void of the future, so you NEVER move on.



But there comes a time, when its crucial for one to move on; vital to your survival. 

To purge all the pain and regret, that holds us back from living in the present. For when we DO reminisce, we reopen the scar, that we thought was once healed--revealed our flash of weakness..


Reminiscing is a funny thing... 

Alot can be said, or felt of our past--that's if we choose it. We are the true instigators of our own history.


But, the funny thing about reminiscing is that its not funny at all.....


Details | Limerick | |

money is not the god that I serve

money is not the god that I serve
for faith in the Lord God is not graded on the curve
God is not concerned with man's window dressings
and He doesn't give a damn about what the world finds impressing
just  trust in Him and he will give you an abundance of blessings
and your soul He will preserve

money is not the god that I desire
for Father God will give me all that I will require
He looks into the minds and hearts of every man
He wants us to live by the spirit of His commands
and once you  become a part of His master plan
the Holy Spirit  you will then acquire

money is not the god that I need to develop a relationship
for only through Jesus Christ will I have passage on that heaven-bound ship
and with only a mustard seed of faith
I will be entering through God's pearly gates
and so joyful that I can hardly wait
for my soul will have had such a great trip


Details | I do not know? | |

A long line of scallywags

I love my son he's always chipper
he's my scallywag and I'm the skipper
and the apple does'nt fall far from the tree
he's menatly challenged just like me!

and even though his dad's a zero
"hey dad your my hero!"
having fun is all he's wishing
"hey dad ya wanna go fishin?"

lost the house a home we have not
"hey dad looky what I caught!"
no business financal ruin we sank
"aww dad you can have my piggy bank"

rich kids need toys to have fun
"love you dad!" "love you son!"
think no toys would make him sad?
such a good boy "your the best dad!"

now I know I won't always live forever
"hey dad we always be together?"
"no worries son just stay chipper
you'll have your own scallywag and you'll be the skipper!"

by Captain Mike Harris and his son


Details | Rhyme | |

Quip's What Pinkee Would Say




1. I nee some bo, bo paper!

2. Kiss my bo..bo...

3. Liar, Liar sock's on fire!

4. Life is hope
    I need some Pope
    Hope is man folks....


5. Mercy Said No...No ischeca-duta in bed....
    Isch-cha-denta a pillow to night
    So daddy, Isheah-denta-ooo and I love you too.
    

6. I didn't Isch-cha-duae to day'
    But for my own sake I will pray this way
    

7. Mercy said no Ish-chu-de to night
    Cause I said so
    A pillow to sleep on my bed
    And a Gorilla in my head
    I am kind of scared
    That Gorilla might Ischeh-duta-eat me'
    Look under my bed Uncle Gary

                       GF



*****Note:*****
Every little girl want's to Isch-cah-duta some-time's......   :-)'s.....Kiss>kiss


Details | Personification | |

Don't Grab the Steering Wheel While God Is Driving

don't grab the steering wheel while God is driving the car
just put your trust in Him that you will travel very far
we have a tendency to pray on things but of them we won't let go
we keep worrying about the problems and won't let God run the show
instead of looking at the Lord we keep looking at the load
we need to keep our eyes on God and not on the road
so don't grab the steering wheel while God is in the driver's seat
just be prepared to remain a passenger until the journey is complete

there's no person too insignificant and there's no problem that's too great
God's always on time, He's seldom early but He never arrives late
so just sit back and enjoy the road trip that is your life
and place all in the hands of your mechanic Jesus the Christ
don't worry if you get a flat Father God has a spare in the back
and don't worry if you run out of gas the Holy Ghost has a full spiritual flask
and don't fret if you happen to a make a wrong turn
just consider it a lesson in life that you've learned

don't grab the steering wheel while God is driving the SUV
just make sure you have on your seat belt for the road of life tends to be bumpy
you won't need a navigational system nor a GPS
just trust in God to steer you safely through all of your mess
don't worry about the insurance and you've already passed inspection
just don't try to be a back seat driver and give God any directions
the road of life may twist and turn down some valleys and over some dales
but as long as you stay prayerful you might miss that exit going to hell
and if you get stuck in traffic there's no need to feel overwhelmed
be anxious over nothing remember God is at the helm

so hand over the keys to your life and let God take the wheel
and believe He will guide you towards those eternal Elysian Fields
so don't grab the steering wheel while Father God is driving the van
He'll get you to your final destination according to His master plans


Details | I do not know? | |

Today's Mirrored Vanity !

I casually look in the mirror,A single hair
stands up appearing so queer!How may i go
out in public?Will i be a freakish looking
subject?A pimple or zit appears out of
nowhere,To friends or kids,will i assuredly
scare?It's the size of a dime,When i hide,
is this a crime?Good looks have always
escaped my clutches,Are my looks,out in
public,my permanent crutches?Plastic
surgery is on the rise,It seems so
expensive,I cannot really afford,lasered
eyes?I cannot afford health insurance,Often
it does'nt financially assist,This
insurance,i really detest!stares by others
are so degrading,I don't want or need a
public rating!People gaze in front of
mirrors so vaine,Today,how can anyone dare
walk around,looking so plain?11-22-2005'.


Details | Free verse | |

Somebody Loves Me

Produced 50 yrs ago
My master Pravin Pant Sr.
Felt it was time for my Just Born coop to grow
So he introduced me to some other chicks
Bunnies bats cats pumpkins and
Even thought of placing some lucky stars
In for the heck of it what a day of cellabration
Now he has flipped his lid once again and took a few friends back
Had turned them into lip balms but I don't mind
For they will stay forever fresh on my lips as I speak of them
I been dropped off buildings had been steam rolled over
And each time I bounced back with zest
So please come rescue us from this crazy farmer
Place me in a warm basket or cake or even a dressed table 
For I m just a little peep looking for somebody to love



To The Peep 
In All Of Us    LOL


Details | Light Poetry | |

Carter Claus

*recite to Night Before Christmas

Who was this white haired Claus 
with buck-rabbit teeth? 
Carrying a ton of peanuts 
for everyone to eat.

Dragged in a sleigh 
pulled by Agnew and Nixon, 
who ran right beside 
old Donnar and Blitzen? 

He circled Camp David, 
A fast fly by; 
with lox and bagels 
for Jewish guys. 

A carpenters’ pencil 
was poised by his ear, 
and boxes of nails dangled, 
from the gear in the rear. 

Why! It's Jolly Ole Carter Claus 
draped in menorahs. 
Handing out home plans to 
the Arab before us. 

Visions of world peace 
danced in his head; 
as, he flew to Afghanistan
‘Fore noggin hit bed. 

When down from the sky 
in the form of deer dung, 
fell fruit tree seeds 
to be sown in the sun. 

And, as Carter Claus’ whip
cracked O’er Nixon's ear, 
as Agnew blanched, 
his eyes filling with tears. 

Droplets hit sand with 
a plop and a splatter 
’pon the fruit tree seeds with 
nary a clatter. 

The desert grew green. 
Trees sprouted and grew. 
Hearts filled with wonder 
bellies with stew. 

Homes were rebuilt, 
as before the fall. 
Cook fires were lit. 
Children grew tall. 

And Ole Carter Claus 
flew home in a daze, 
passing out sandwiches 
that Roslyn had made.


Details | Senryu | |

Give Yourself A Second Chance

if you did not  have
a good childhood, then stop and 
smell the roses ... twice!


Details | Lyric | |

I Am A Jock

A bad play
On a deep and dark September
Gazing from these bleachers
To that ref who blew that call
On a freshly painted court in the middle of fall

I am A Jock
I am A Flock


I've got balls
A fortress deep and plenty
That none will discinagrate
For friendship brings me joy
It's laughter from my best friend Roy


I am A Jock
I am A Flock

Don't talk  hate
For I've heard much before
It's resting in my head
And I'll try not to wake
So It doesn't make you cry
For if I never would of put on that cup
You've  never heard  awwwww shut up


I am A Jock
I am A Flock


I have my hooks
And my cup to protect me
I am such a world charmer
Hiding behind an ump
So another won't bump
I touch no one and he better not touch me


I am A Jock
I am A Flock


And a Jock feels no pain
And a flock seems to die




This is off spin
To Simon And Garfunkle's
I am A Rock    LOL
Gl All


Details | Blank verse | |

professional confessional crastination

time seems sometimes to stand so still
and seems to have raced by while I was spending it
I now have a rather large and growing collection
of un fulfilled dreams
I tell myself it's a minor scheduling problem
I can't believe it        yet
It saves time
worrying how much is left


Details | Sonnet | |

SEEKING JEANNIE'S VISION

Many things in life are left undone
for fear of asking or lacking a veritable fact,
in doing so our wish gathers dust,
and we still remain that child pulling the toy wagon....
but wait, I heard of Jeannie's bottle so tall and sleek,
which grants wishes to all seeking her vision!
Would we sit back and ponder defeat,
not try harder to glimpse into dreams after when we're awaken? 
I may waffle and laugh as a satirical jester,
but my frisky intentions cannot be hindered by a mere obstacle,
and as a pugnacious and fierce warrior... 
this battle I must win and seize Jeannie's bottle!

I will make many wishes and as I see them materialize,
I willl keep rubbing it until I lose the desire to fantasize!


Details | I do not know? | |

Opposites and Differences

Man who loves red
Woman who loves pale pink instead
Man who sports a truck...the bigger the better
Nice plush car with velvety seats
Home with plush carpet for soft feet (kept very clean)
God as he films this must think what a funny scene
For two very opposites arguing over how to spend money
When the problem is they have nothing at all in common
What makes him happy makes her feel very alone
What makes her happy make him feel out of control..

Well do they make it?  Only God knows..


Details | I do not know? | |

No Hassles

Need I take on the burdens of the world?
Need my shoulders be ever so broad?
Do I need to get ulcers
For what others have not done?

Am I my brother's keeper?
If so, who, in hell, is mine?

Need I be a ladder 
For others to step on and climb?

Should I hold my peace 
For fear of reprimand?

Do I care if you like to hear
What you would like to hear?

Am I here for you
Or you for me?

Would you care a damn 
About what happens to me?
Should I, then, for you?

Peace!

You go your way
And I go mine;
And for the time being -
Well met!


Details | Haiku | |

Adopted Swan

Lone swan on the lake
Surrounded by Mallard Ducks
Hatched by their mother


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Notion Of A Whisper

A flower will start off as a simple bud/
It then will grow forth !
As when birds in Summer tend to move North/
Yet as the flower may bloom/
There is often found room in which to grow,

Have a positive mindset in life,

Longevity !
There will be many storms !
Yet we all must not allow them,
To dictate what may happen in the future/
Today be a positive light to a darkened place/

Live by example !

Cause many people are watching !
They will be looking for some hidden quality,
Hence, a bit of understanding/
Perhaps it's determination or a great sense of integrity !
Yet without cement to hold a brick it will eventually fall/

This isn't some store bought item that one gets at their nearby mall,

Let all your words be few yet sweet and sincere/
For far too many people in life,
That don't even bother to care/
Just then a little bird had whispered in my ear/

Yet none the worse for wear,

The heart is deceitful above all things !

Still who can know it ?
A true friend is rather polite and sincere/
To the one who will often show it,
Set the standard high for yourself !

For whether you fall,

You will know in your heart/
That you gave it better then some college Joe try,
Try to keep your mind on just one thing/
For this is the essential key to your success !


Details | Rhyme | |

Working she thought I be

so there I was 
fishin just because
working I told her I be

she didn't know my where abouts
or me in's and me outs
bet her I'm home by 2 or 3

trolling a long
scratchin my ding dong
happy as could be

so there I was
don't know why it do's what it does
It was a sound so eerie

then there was a pop
the outboard came to a stop
stranded there I be

so I ate a moon pie in style
drank RC cola awhile
and stared at the sea

then I knew it wasn't the end 
but there came a little wind
and capsized I be

so there I was all alone
and was scared to the bone
all around me was sea 

before me flashed my life
and my beautiful wife
a widdow, she will be

I knew I wouldn't fail her
I'm the son of a sailer
tuffer than nails I be

so without my boat
I did the dead mans float
and swam, when I, had energy

oh how I wished
I didn't get jellyfished
stinging, all over, me

"god I can't tell you where to begin"
"promise I won't do it again!"
"fishing, she'll know I be"

"so if I had another chance"
"I just pooped in my pants!"
"I won't, let you, down you see"

"so forgive for my sin"
"and I'll say amen"
"I sure, hope, you hear me"

I almost gave up
but I kept my chip up
it just wasn't meant to be 

so with all that I am
I kicked hard, paddled, and swam
then a shrimp boat I see

then with god I made a bet
when it passed by I'd grab the net
thankfully saved I be

well I was no longer alone
and on my way home 
hero's they were to me

and though I was wet
my wife lost the bet
made it home by a quater to three.....
..............am

By Captain Mike


Details | Light Poetry | |

Bad belly

bad belly

The thorns for the rose,
soil hands for oily lips,
tears for the picture in the 
secret wallet:
chokes,lips drip vinegar:"am i responsible?
"how do you know"?"it cant be". 

The clouds beneath the sky,
sunshine through trees(the shrubs suffer loss):long 
blonde hair of snow white
,obstructing rays of a woman and child. 


Abyss darkness,he drives his car on the freeway
thinking what to explain. 
he reaches a traffic halt,
empty world,deep sea, 
the devil. 
the moon shines so he sees it all:

The ring hidden in his mouth when he said,"seem i have met you before"?"i am 
single- hmm  divorced"
and  then one hotel,one bed, one night,
trouser and skirt on the floor. 



Details | Light Poetry | |

Stick It To Him { Footle } Light Poetry

Vampires
           Desires

                       Holy
                               Moley

                                              Beware
                                                         Out there

                                                                       Used stake 
                                                                                He's baked





Tribute To Halloween   
 [BOOOOOOOOO} LOL

Also Entry For 
Donna Golden's   Footle Fright


Details | Haiku | |

Boy Is It Cloudy

a cotpit viewing
altitude eight hundred feet
cloud coverage below





Tribute To Flying High LOL


Details | I do not know? | |

To Be a Child Again by Kenny Davis

To Be a Child Again by Kenny Davis

I see the children of today
Their smiles take me away
To my times as a child
And the games that I would play

To be a child again
Means to be taken to an imaginary place
Where a box could be a house or race car
Or a ship in outer space

To be a child again
Means Mother is God in my eyes
My father is like my hero
Like Superman in the skies

To be a child again
There are many times, I would smile from ear to ear
I would jump into my parent’s loving arms
With nothing left to fear

To be a child again
Full of bedtime stories and fairy tales
Whether it was Jack and the Beanstalk
Or Jack and Jill with their water pails

To be a child again
My life filled with Mother Goose
The tails of Humpty Dumpty
And Green Eggs and Ham from Dr. Seuss

Now that I have grown
I recall my times as a child
So young, so innocent
So reckless and wild

To be a child again
My parents would wipe away every tear
It is all of those tender moments as a child
That I will always hold dear

© June 2009 k.davis


Details | Haiku | |

Slow Poke

not even herdsmen
can gather all the pokee's
at the dinner bell


Details | I do not know? | |

"Hey you...It's me"...

"Hey you - It's me"

Thats what I hear when I pick up the phone
I giggle and smile
His voice very sexy
He has a comforting tone.

He asks me how my day was
He tells me about his
And all the while
I giggle.

I simply giggle.

He is strong, yet sweet
but, ssh, don't tell
as I have solemly
promised never to repeat.

He travels a lot by car and by plane
So his itinerary is top topic
Although it drives him insane.

He likes my voice and to hear me laugh
I like the fact, that he too, loves baths.
He is unable to leave a glass in the sink
I too am, a self proclaimed neat freak.

One night on the phone
late in the evening
my combacks began
to not flow that easy.

He said with a laugh
its okay you win
because that way too,
we both win in the end.

With your smile and laughter
and happiness abound
its our victory together
we will celebrate what we've found.


Details | Haiku | |

There's No Place Like Home

the great sand bubbler
watches incoming ribbed tide
from burrows back home


Details | Rhyme | |

Teaching Is Not

Teaching is not brain surgery,
But it is brain enhancing.
Teaching is not rocket science,
Unless you’re assigned to teach it.
Teaching is not a bad profession,
But you do to prepare meaningful lessons.
Teaching is not what just what formal educators do.
Teaching is part of every career that you choose.
Teaching is not terrible.
It could be fun,
Especially if your students are learning,
And the teacher and the good grades are dancing,
Believe me it is rewarding and unbearable.



wrote Fall 2004 
while student teaching @ Neville High School in Monroe, LA,
while a student @ ULM


Details | Haiku | |

Boy Are You Slow

look ancient creatures
marching through millennia
at slow steady pace








Tribute To Turtles  LOL


Details | Free verse | |

I Got Dough {Solfege}

Do -  do   -        a female la beer
Re -  re    -        a drop of re beer
Mi  -  mi             without my mi beer  
Fa-    fa -           place to drive to get ti beer
So  -  so   -        you ran out of mi beer
La   -  la   -         la de da la de da I'll wait for la beer
Ti  -    ti    -        spilt spilt ti beer so no more more of la beer

Do - Do              Do la la think I'm sexy after about six six so beers  LOL 








Got Beer !
Over The Lips Thru The Gums
Look-out Stomach Here It Comes LOL

Also Entry For Izzy Gumbo's Solfege Contest


Details | Haiku | |

Armor Hotdog

bird of feather
flocks the all mighty sea shore
just for a hotdog






Tribute To
The Hotdog 
In All Of Us  LOL


Details | I do not know? | |

Mr. Paparazzo Papadopoulos Twist Nonsensically

Twisters unlike Supercala-fragilistic-expealidocious 
Imagining dreams he was socialistically-unrealistic
Can you imagine an imaginary menagerie manager
Or try imagining managing an imaginary menagerie

Ev'rything can be satisfactch’ll for Zip-a-Dee-Doodah
Of course some make a hoo-hah over tiddly-boo-yah
Reggie’s chilly cheap chip shop sells Daryl a freak dip
Frightfully silly of her for, he flamboyantly let it rip

Her croaking Frog cost truly a princely sum of snobbery
Forgotten hopes, forlorn, besotted froglips of buffoonery
When the bleak breeze blights the bright blighted blossom
Betty beat a bit of butter to make a batter better awesome

Such a floozy to improperly expect a decent cup of coffee
I made it in a proper copper coffee pot, served with toffee
Later I saw Esau kissing Kate; at least me’ thinks I saw
The sorriest saw I saw was rustic on sawdust in Arkansas


Details | Sonnet | |

Minnesota Nice

The great upper mid west
Minnesota put to the test
Ten thousand lakes and streams
Reality for many who like to dream


From Itasca state park
To the Louisiaina's wooden bark
The mighty Mississippi flows
Gently down the outcrop she goes


Crime rates are always's on the rise
But really does it come as such a surprise
Everyone seems to like to hug
Except when its a mosquito bug


So many call us Minnesota Nice
But some still say were Cold as Ice




Details | ABC | |

slump of thought

1 Subject,
70 Sheet, 
Wide ruled,
Blue main, partially covered in fleece
With 27 blue and 1 red line
3 holes punched
empty circles in time
emptiness of thought
trying to learn things
that can't be taught
no catchy punch lines 
not even a sweet phrase
in act of creative desperation
I write about...... a notebook page


Details | Rhyme | |

Notebook

Where oh where can my notebook be
I need it so I can write my poetry.
It has to be around,around here somewhere,
because I just wrote a poem in there!
Oh, where did it go
I just don't know,
I looked all around
all up and down!
I'm so sad I can't find my pretty pink notebook,
Oh wait! there's one place I forgot to look!
Ohh notebook, there you are! I thought I lost you
Come on, lets go, we've got a lot of writing to do :)


- just a silly poem I though of one day when I was looking for my notebook :)


Details | Free verse | |

My Tiresome Schedule

There's a multiple of routes to choose; I have to prepare soon 
The 1st day of High School-- I suppose it was a lopsided beginning for me
I don't feel right in my position-- it's way too much to bear

I only have a few more weeks to move
Traffic jams my mind from driving freely-- TOO UNBEARABLE!! 
How can I choose a way to release stress?

Time makes me worry--
Will I ever straighten-up my schedule? 
I should talk it out...

These hardships take over-- there's no way out!
Even though I failed,
I'll place myself out of this position!

(Ha!!! Take that counselor!!)


Details | I do not know? | |

ART

Art is art is Art,

and as such it will be confrontational to someone,

and will at some point in it’s existence, 

piss someone off every minute of the day



( CLiPiCs AKA Kriss Lee: 03-06-09)


Details | Choka | |

Even Great Contrasts Depend on Faith

A grain of mustard
Smaller than the eye can see,
With faith as, can move mountains.
Revered for all time,
Mighty redwood warriors grow.
Attaining great age and size.
Rabbits with great speed,
Could win a race if challenged.
Usually stop and nibble.
Slow moving turtles,
With all odds against their win,
Use that grain of mustard seed!


Details | Narrative | |

Ralph Zimmer Acrostic Poetry

ralph my great poetic friend 
after the puff of smoke ends 
last man standing will be you, 
provider of poetic words so true 
having great thoughts, not blue! 
zimmer has a philosophical blend 
in his poetry he has started a trend, 
man of excellent Acrostic poetic flow 
ahhh, the reader smiles with a glow, 
even after closing his acrostic page 
one remembers his poetic great taste, 
friends his poetic words are very kind 
openness displays in his rhyming lines, 
every syllable count is very great 
he always write with amazing faith, 
riding the poetic highlights today 
He sits on the “Dock of the Bay!” 


Details | Free verse | |

Haiku with Media

Few Words, Few pictures, News
Thousand narrations to same story
Every day a new story
…
Journalism, an art to write
Whether truth is perceived or false
None care, just write it.
…
Coverage of war or peace
Hidden remains the agenda of brokers
Cameraman with presenter on TV
…
What is shown, repeat telecast?
Same images, and same footage again
As seen on cable TV 
…
Magazine, periodicals, articles and letters
People read and contribute searching truth
Some are victims, others spectators
…
Morphed I did see, pictures
Some well crafted, some under bad hands
Every agency has a news
…
Reports, articles, statistics and surveys 
Core contents of the daily news papers 
2 page news, rest advertisements.
…
New flash, breaking news and updates
Presidential speeches, parliament debates and reality shows
Twenty four seven TV channeled 
…
Melodies, drums and orchestra played
Dramas, shows, politricks and business
Echoing; let the shows begin.
…
FT, BBC, CNN, News corp. Siasat
Created, supplied, edited, published, blogged, or uploaded  
Chinese whisper crawl in their veins.
…

28.29/04/10


Details | Sonnet | |

Eternity

I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.

Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. 
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.

Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.

Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009


Details | Haiku | |

Dew Drop Inn

single red roses
unfurling their petals wide -
at the dew drop inn






Tribute To The
    {Rose}


Details | Free verse | |

Don't Spill The Beans

let's See
     If He

Will Hang
     With Gang

Or Will
 Just Spill

How Many
If Any

Seconds

Are there

In A

Year ?


Now Don't 
Leave Me

Hanging !   { LOL}




Details | I do not know? | |

A Very Beeyootiful Day

Oh, to be a yoot, with fanciful weather outside, to boot,

 Let out your peacock feathers, your the best from the Bronx Zoo,

 Elevate your voice, let them hear you speak your smack,

 Good times by blasting Weezy, Pants drooping below your wise crack, 

practicing your handle, strutting on the courts, 

trying to let the women glimpse your acumen in sports, 

so be Kanye West, Steven Tyler, or whoevers your Dream Weaver, 

what the heck, strut down the block like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever,

 Move like Jagger with a swagger, to your hearts content sashay, 

For Ladies and Gentleman , 

I present to you, a very beeeyoootiful day!!!


Details | Free verse | |

REASONABLE MADNESS


A billion of leagues
and one pair of legs

Hundreds of smells
So many tastes
torrents of views
innumerable colours
and one nose
one mouth,
two eyes . . . barely.

Countless strangers,
endless loves,
only one sex
and one heart .

Great opportunities,
a few good things
but an infinity of bad
and just one chance,
a short and brief life.


Patricia Evans


Details | Free verse | |

The Quote

One day
A stranger came up to me
Speaking in riddles

He said:
Inspiration incites the inscence within that incarnates indigo indians.

I did not know what he ment until he followed up with:

"You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club."
                                                   - Jack London

I then
realized

what he was 
talking about.

Do you?


Details | Light Poetry | |

Got Maury

Got Drama
        Oh Mama

This One Guy
       Don't Pass By


Five Days A Week
       Turn Dial's And Seeks

Not His
  110 % Sure Is

Caught In Act
          With Other In Sack

Control Freaks
     Mothers Who Seek

Out Of Control Teens
  Sometimes Drag Queens

Fifthy Time Liars
       Maury's For Hire


Details | I do not know? | |

Just Love and Peace

Simple as that, just love and peace.
Writing for all who need a release. 
Writing for those who can't seem to find 
A poem that compliments days and nightime.

Dream time comes I wake but don't write.
No need to bother, be silly laugh light.
I plea for comedic, no drama because, 
it makes things pecuilar and creates too much buzz.
So the lesson plan today is simply just laugh.
Just peace and love, you hold the bat.


Details | Haiku | |

Go Fetch

a leap of great faith
time to hit the water pool
fetching is for me






Tribute To
Man's Best Friend


My Pup {Shadow}  LOL


Details | Clerihew | |

The Life Of A Fictitious Person { Daddy Warbucks}

Daddy Warbucks
All I can Say Is Oh Shucks !
Pennies Nickles Dimes and Quarters
Digging alittle deeper for I know he likes to still hoarder



Entry For Matt Caliri's Contest


Details | Free verse | |

My Life

My life is a failure
Every time I try to rise up 
I fall down
My life is a failure

I dream of things 
Which I hope to achieve
But as I age
It seems to rise higher
As my life descends lower
My life is a failure

The more I try the harder it gets 
My life is a failure

No stop 
I am not a failure
I am a success
I am what was made of me
I am what I dream to be
I am what I make of myself
I am Lorenzo Carty

- Lorenzo L. Carty


Details | Cinquain | |

Poetry Soup {Cinquain}

                                                      soupbowl
                                                   appetite dish
                                            limerick cinquain freeverse
                                        mind challenging boggling fun
                                                         potluck





Tribute To All 
At  The Soup


Details | Narrative | |

The Waffle House Way!

Customers are like bouquets of flowers passing through our twenty-four hours.
Breakfast, lunch, or dinner all 365 calendar days guaranteed for a full twenty-four seven.
“Hello Sir”! Welcome to Waffle House America’s favorite place to eat!
Some say we are the closest thing next to God's Great Heaven!
We have a confusing language of our own, the blabbering towers of the real “April Showers”
Service with a smile that has walked the many hard-earned extra tenths of miles,
Nothing computerized with files, just organized by our own genuine unique styles.
Waitresses are serving with hard enduring time and each crosses over a mighty fine line,
Master grill operators optimize a divine talent marking your plates perfectly aligned.
Friday and Saturday nights the party train arrives blessed coffee to the many lips we’ll revive.
Regulars and irregulars you’re served just the same, pardon me did I really get your name?
Loud ones, quiet ones, and even the picky ones strive to come back to us,
Here we bring back the basics of being alive.
Scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, diced, peppered, capped, or topped? 
So do you want them “All the way or just partly aflame”!
Young, old, or different at being indifferent just being sane, 
Especially when the “Waffle House Way” is to say the first “HELLO”!
“Morning Mam”! Can I get you your usual or will you be having something different  “TO GO”?
Brief moments of insanity with the moods that walk through our doors, 
Thank God for every single one of those Jukeboxes!
The quality of service opening an eye to the sly foxes, 
We’d really be in trouble if we sold liquors!
Foreign, military, and even civilian are in and out, 
Our servers are like the gold stored at Fort Knox.
So what can we get you today that you haven’t already had before?
 “The Waffle House Way” America shouts!
 It’s like being home because that’s what we are all about.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Rainbow Climber

I love to climb up to the tippy-top of rainbows
 
pulling myself up on ruby red ribbons
 
and swinging on blue bonnet bows
 
It can be hard on me when the wild wind blows
 
A beautifully dangerous love affair, I suppose
 
Sometimes it can be a thorn
 
but most times it's a rose
 
This colorful little hobby that I chose
 
It always leaves me with sour yellow lips
 
fluorescent orange ears, and a neon green nose
 
from all of the slipping and sliding
 
and the running, hiding, and colliding
 
Where a rainbow ends nobody knows
 
As I close,
 
Let me just say
 
That the best part of my rainbow climbing day
 
is at sunset when all of the grey
 
has been washed away
 
and I reach the top 
 
and get ready to play
 
That's when I take a big breath
 
smile, and deny death
 
and I stop
 
and then I dance
 
on my tip-toes
 
and I spin around as my whole body glows
 
even my clothes
 
Then I'll slide down head first breathing in the highs
 
and breathing out the lows
 
I always make sure to slide head first into the mist
 
where I am colorfully kissed
 
and feel 5 years old
 
I bang my head
 
of blue, green, yellow, orange and red
 
on a giant pot of glittering gold
 
where all of my hopes and colorful dreams unfold


Details | I do not know? | |

Rhythm

The scribble of pen on paper
The low rumble of hushed voices
The shuffle of people walking by
The tapping of keys on a keyboard
The rustle of turning pages
The hum of lights above me
The tap of subconscious fingers
The whizz of cars passing by
The clip of opening and closing binders
The thunk of a mug landing on desk
The buzz of the bees outside
The screech of seagulls over the shore
The chink of the hole-punch
The glug of a water bottle
The crash of waves against the sand
The bells of laughter in the distance

Lifes Natural Rhythm.


Details | Blank verse | |

Confusion

 As a young man,
before Christ, came into my life.
I had traveled to many states,
but the state I spent the most time in
was the state of confusion.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Took Some Time With God

I Took Some Time To Spend With God…

I took some time to spend with God alone.
I asked for his blessing in my life and home!

I took some time to tell him that I love him!
I know that he listened and I can trust him!

It seems like yesterday I was a young boy.
There were many things I wanted to enjoy!

I enjoyed prayer with my lord and friend!
I felt his joy and peace within!

I didn’t realize how busy life would be…
I thought less of God,..  And more of me!

I’m thankful that I know a God who cares!
He’s never too busy for a moment to share!

He has blessed and renewed my mind!
He’s always so patient, loving and kind!

Thank you Jesus for the time we have together!
I’m looking forward to being with you forever!

You are the one that I will daily seek!
I need your direction each day of the week!

All praise and honor to you. is what I give!
I won’t forget you each day I shall live!

You’ve blessed and strengthened my life today!
You’re the truth, the life, and the way!

I shall sing of your praises with pure delight!
I know now that things in my life will be alright!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

IS IT EARLY IN THE DAY

Is it early in the day?
Is my fingers faster than my heart
Or my heart beats faster than yours
Are my eyes running ahead of my, your legs?
Is this a contagious disease or plague of two?
Are these common symptoms 
or an isolated case?
Are you immuned against the ancient poisoned arrow?
Am I the only one who has caught the bug?
Do you feel what I feel?
Do you see what I see?
Have you found a cure so quick,
Whereas, I think what ails us is eternal?
Is your timepiece + or -?
Is it early in the day?
To make little wishes and see them 
To think that this is for real
To believe that this our little thing
Will see us all the way and outlast both of us
is it early in the day?




Details | Rhyme | |

Legends Are Made Of Work

Pigskin laying on our 40
And snow is hitting hard
The only warmth you feel
Roar from a heated crowd
This is not what we want
3rd & long, 1 point down

20 seconds left to score
The game we won't forget
C'mon go, green and gold
Give us all another Leap
We can't bear to witness
Fans in cheese hats weep

Lambeau is alive tonight
With tailgating out back
72,000 plus all fired up
Cold ones in their hands
The other team will lose
And they'll need a snack

If Lombardi could see it
Knowing just what to say
Confidence is contagious
Impossible only seems so
67 to 68 & 96 we reigned
We win another one today

(Contest entry: "In Other Words")


Details | Free verse | |

Pro Predicament

Circuitous circular departures cleverly Sequester and  
embrace Inexpressible  moments of time.

Reexamine status, prevent  consciousness apathy, 
fabricate and reflect acceptance of self. 

precisely propose  to expose fallaciously filtered 
fantastical trickery touched theories.

Turn tasteless translucent tall tales into stable, sturdy, 
structured strands and threads of reality.

Penniless pocketless Poets put the points paralleled 
and placed above onto pure white pieces of paper.

 Once they find the ramble in their role they carefully 
command,Clever creative content to appear from thin vapor.

Amusement, bemusement, a resplendent  daring drawn 
out dark dance down a solitary diabolical descent. 

Lingering Layers let love live in a finely spun web of 
lazy, lofty, lyrical linguistic letters; lost lurking spiders cant
 reach the heights that sadness fled.

Poets are pros, pronounced proponents, that precisely 
reconstruct a feelings components that fails to leave any 
audience in a stoic state of stoney discontent..... 

Though they tirelessly endeavor to gain a fans approval 
and respect, they fail in fortunes favor. 
 Yet each day they commit make their art 
when most would be right to quit. 

Anyone can become a pro poet, 
you can tell we are devoted, though it should be noted 
if that's the readers intent, not a paid pro among us can 
come close to turning our 
thoughts into rent!


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The Christmas Letter, dedicated to my mother

I thought I would have, all my cards in the mail
You can tell that my pace, is that of a snail
I’m such a “go getter” and I hate sitting still
One things’ for certain, I haven’t lost my will.

All the testing, the blood work, x-rays and more
Thank goodness the lab, has a revolving door.
I’m covered in bruises, from head to my toes,
I say it’s ‘cuz, I punched a guy in the nose.

This pill, and that pill, it is hard to keep track
Is this for my stomach, my eyes or my back?
All of my treatments, are a thing of the past
I don’t have to see doctors, I’m free at last.

Believe it or not, hubby’s quite a good cook
And he doesn’t follow, a recipe book.
I’ve had to scold him every once in a while
“Please don’t leave that clean laundry, sit in that pile”.

He vacuums, does laundry and even does chores
Fixes washers, dryers and paints all the doors
He’ll relax in his chair, and he snores quite fast
When he gets loud, I’ll turn the TV full blast.

I have to admit, that it’s funny to see
Looking out that window, as he trims the tree.
I still try to figure, why men can’t “just trim”
NO, they hack, saw, and pull and leave just a limb.

The Grandchildren are growing, fast every day
Time passes quickly, which is scary to say.
Thank goodness for family, and friends such as you
May all of your dreams, and wishes come true.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR


Details | I do not know? | |

Desire

You are the one I’ve waited for
You are my hearts desire
You are the one I’m longing for 
To quench this raging fire
This is  the love I’ve dreamed of
To last eternally
You are my one true passion
My steaming mug of tea

© John W Fenn  16-12-2008


Details | Free verse | |

Just Fashion

The clothes first worn were fussy
However, a sure sign trend.
The women's most natural mat bags,
Matched the naughty pearls on their necks.
The pleated skirts of the oldies,
Danced through comfy, trendy shoes,
And the feathered hats of the mothers,
Entrapped the dancing curls.
The shoes men fit were trendy
with crafty stylish twist,
The slim-milk-socks of the mud feet,
Worked with a cream underneath.
The make-ups followed the hairstyles
With united, wispy ends,
And the men's white scarves on shoulders,
Spread on with mild scents.


Details | Couplet | |

Money

With muse in hand
How do I make one understand

I love colors of shaded green
Does not make me nasty or mean

For it's in our lakes
And even in things that we bake

It 's canvass for our trees
Even sometimes stains on our knees

There's hues of bladed grass
Where we have all plop our ass

Even passing clouds
Looking purified and aloud

So here I'll stand and raise a toast
To the color green on money who everyone loves the most





















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Little Pearls

Little pearls of wisdom
that flow from my pen.

They do pluck a nerve
or hit home now and then.

All are ment to be truths
we understand and know.

A lesson encapsulated in humor
and clever words for show.

If one of my pearls you do see
and it flips a switch
like the thought did for me.

Then praise be to God
for I have hit a home run.

I have delivered a lesson
with a mere dose of fun.


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Gravitational Pull

Stone upon the water front/
Next to the cashmere pillow,
The pier near the gallow shore/
A man began to speak,

Within this land there shall be no way out accept I tax,
This gravitational pull may bring some down,
Yet if you stay and listen very carefully/
You will live through this time and be very happy !

Many of you have become lazy in the manner of laws,
A decree will be summoned to let us know/
The waiting may be hard to comprehend,
Yet within time you can grow to depend/

The fat of the land,
Let this man take you by the hand/
There can be no further excuses or escape,
The way will depend upon the hearer's !


Details | Senryu | |

Ying Yang

(Ying Yang)
Stagnant was his life;
Her capricious habits grew,
His ying was her yang


Details | Haiku | |

I'm Very Passionate

my bleeding heart - pumps
purple passion just for you
drip drip drip drip drip






Tribute To 
Bleeding Heart Flowers
So Dainty But Beautiful


Details | Rhyme | |

2012 resolution vol 5

13th jan 2012.
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
This poem is a wacky one…….

This new year I see that I have a bigger opportunity, To be a part of the Bard community. So I take this opportunity to pen a few lines that could be wacky, But believe me I really do not mean to be tawdry, vulgar, cheap or tacky. I want to stop biting my fingernails and not the ones on my toes, As I have now discovered that there are some places unreachable in my nose. I want to save all my monies, that otherwise is impossible, So have to stop making calls from my cell phone and give as many missed calls as possible. I want to save on detergent powder, So will stop sniffing my socks before I put them on & refrain from cursing with stench alouder. I want to stop peeving and galling my face book friends, By not messaging them every now & then, but write about them on their walls & make amends. I want to stop changing my profile picture 70 times a day, And aim to keep the count to 10 times a day & admire myself anyway. I want to stop replying to text messages, With k, lol, lmao & try to make usage lesages. And finally I want to brush my teeth every day, But please excuse Sunday from everyday, in a well mannered way.


Details | Rhyme | |

DrEaM BrEaK

My DrEaMs are Far to large for my 
head....They're trying to EsCaPe.

So I bandaged up both my ears with 
CHEWING GUM? and TAPE?

Bad Idea....................................

Now my deferred dReAmS have 
found a different ApPrOaCh.

They're currently climbing out my 
mouth..Where did they get that 
ROPE?

Before¿
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            P                         
               p       
                  E
                    l                       
                   i             
                  n
                   g down and escaping on a 
BoAt, they somehow found 
time to write a little NoTe.?.?.


                If you won't use us we will 
find someone who will :(.

                                  P.S. No hard 
feelings love you still.


Details | I do not know? | |

Best You Ever Had

Quit walking around like you bad
when you know I was the best you ever had
And I aint even mad
with you I was sad
For leaving you, I am glad


Details | Free verse | |

I Am Woman Hear Me Roar

I am strong as that of a mighty eagle
Won't back down to predators

I am strong that of atlas
Can carry the world on my shoulders

I am strong that of a loco motive
Reaching final destinations 

I am strong that of God
Only within His calling

                              For the hand who touches
                                 Is the man saved

I have the willpower
To see it through

I have structure
To make it happen

I have knowledge 
To share unto others

                              For I am woman
                                Hear me Roar



Entry For Rambling Poet's
I Am Strong Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

Live for sound

As the faucet drips and the wind chimes tink.
As the pendulum swings, I sit and think.
Such a wonderful God to give us sound.
It's something that makes the world go round.
From listening to ocean waves crash all day.
To laughing children enjoying the games they play.
So when you lay in bed to hear your house groan.
Thank God for sound, helping you feel a little less alone.


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A Toast To Mom

oh the weather outside is frightful
and having snowball fights were so delightful

getting hit in the butt and head
then laughing cause you start seeing red

hooking on car bumpers for a little ride
wearing tennis shoes we did slip and slide

mama yelling to get off or you'll be dead
we never listened to what she had said

socks for gloves to keep little hands warm
even amidst a blizzards storm

soaked from head to foot
looking like santa's outfit full of soot

but what I remember about fun the most
was waiting for mama's hot coco and apple butter toast


on that speical Christmas morning day
before the Lord had came and taken her away


   {R.I.P. Mama}


Happy Holidays All
Love Kathy And Jenny

Also Entry For 
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Songs In Poem Form
Gl All


Details | Light Poetry | |

Funeral On The Fly

Please be seated. Thank you. Thank you all for coming. 


We will now observe a moment of silence 
In memory of this Fly that has passed 
..................................................................... 

NOW FOLKS! though he Layyys here before us 
It wasn't that loooong ago he sat on my glass 

BRETHEREN! you wouldn't know by the state that he's in 
BUT, he's in a Beeeetter Place!! 
PRAISE BE! With his Inards where they're Suppose to have been! 
Instead, I SAY Instead of his but smashed into his face! 

SISTERS! Sing with me now. Be INspired! 
He would WANT us to carry on! 
Can I get a Hallelujah from the choir!? 
EVERYONE join us in Song 

.(sing sing sing)............................................. 

Brothers and Sisters, you may Now pass by and pay your Respects. 
THEN, move ooooonnn down the hall to the bathroom and WAIT! 
Where he will be flushed PER MY request. 
REMEMBER BRETHEREN Please leave your Generous donations in the plate! 


Details | Quatrain | |

DIURNAL DIVERSITY

The warm spring rain still falls on the cherry trees,
pelting on the sodden and drooping *lavender lilies...
forming a small lake, where playful robins
bathe and fend off the thrusting, thirsty shrikes.


Soon children will come out and act dippy...
chased by wild puppies and mousy kitties
fighting over their stuffed, torn bears;
oh, there goes my peace and *tranquility!  


The *fragrant lilacs are in dire need of growth and color,
lately they haven't soaked up enough sun and raindrops:
tingeing them, allowing them to revel in their *splendor;
never denying lovers the *dulcet tones of their voices.


The tranquil skies conjure up a past *bliss,
can a poet's unrhymed words, emitted in a *whisper, go on *lilting?
He will delightfully inhale the strong perfume of the breeze *wafting!
And will he create verses with *eloquence?


Entered in Andrea Dietrich's contest,
Word Warrior Challenge: Beautiful Words


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Coke And A Smile

drink coca cola
tap bottle or in a can -
it's so refreshing








Tribute To 
Coca Cola Company



But Please 
Wash Those Cans First


Details | I do not know? | |

LDS MINGLES

We are part of a website,
Called Ldsmingles,
Full of wild and whacky,
Lds singles.

They spend most their evenings,
And sometimes days too,
Talking in chat rooms,
In groups of more than two.

The subjects are as diverse,
As the group that’s involved,
Theres no mystery here,
That needs to be solved.

We talked about spiritual things,
Although that seems to be rare,
And sometimes the discussions,
Tend to get a little “bare”.

We talk about garmies,
And kissing to,
And about how we’d like to get married,
Because certainly our time is due.

But yet we’re still here,
And the ever elusive mate,
Seems to be so far out of site,
It seems we can’t even get a date!

From singleness few have evolved,
Our life just continues,
Yet our single status,
Just never get resolved!

But somehow we make it,
From one day to the next,
Wishing our status was different,
And surviving this test.



Details | Couplet | |

Who Love's Ya Baby

who loves ya baby
hmmm now let me see

I know my mommy did
even though her shoes I did hid

I think my daddy did
when I didn't make him snid

brothers and sisters well maybe just a little
when I didn't get in the middle

my grandpa and grandma surely does
for I'll do anything for them just because

I know my little girl loves her momma
even better than president Obama

my dogs and cats loves me
even if they continue to make me sneeze

even my close friends new and old still spark the love
for we will alway's go on and well above

paperboy surely does
cause I tip him for keeping my paper out of bushes and shrubs

milkman used to
when I didn't make him shu

bill collectors oh yes
for I'm their baby who they love the best

so who loves me
well lets just continue to see



Tribute To Love



Also Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's 
Who Love's Ya Baby Contest


Details | Sonnet | |

Rhoda's Twin Moons Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Two moons shine in the morning sky
Join each other as time goes by
Providing light to guide the night
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright

From a place so nice it’s named twice
Like birthday cake with blending spice   
The Big Apple has sparkling lights
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright

Happy birthday to you Rhoda
Drink lemonade and not soda
Celebrate your day as you write
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright

Two moons shine in the morning sky
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright


© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved

This is for our New York Poetess, Rhoda.

The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three 
rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase 
as a refrain in the last line of each stanza.  Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet 
has eight syllables.  There are times when a French poem links back to the 
poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of 
the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the 
poem.


Details | Bio | |

You're Going To Get A Good Whoopin Now

there was 
a naughty girl
and a naughty 
girl was she
for nothing 
would she do
but peek at 
christmas gifts
with glee
she would
look for name
like was a game
still curious
and bound
little pokes
in presents
were found
now she
had to
grabbed tape
oops late
in came mom
caught 
without sound
she laughed
I cried
said sorry
gift taken
from thee
how dad
did
spank me



Happy Holidays To All
Love Kathy & Jenny

Entry For Brian Strand's 
Bio Christmas Parlour Poetry Contest
GL All


Details | Epic | |

THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO AN ASS

as we celebrate that glorious event known as Palm Sunday
what do you think that donkey Jesus rode would have to say?
to ride on a donkey was once regarded as a symbol of peace
a state that we in this modern era just can't seem to reach
but I'm so glad that I serve a God of peace and harmony
and I'm so glad that He sent His Son Jesus to save me

Jesus came into town riding on an untamed ass
the people were so joyful they threw palm leaves across His path
but He was not the type king that they expected
and before the week was out by them He was rejected
I often wondered what was on the mind of that untamed beast
on the day that Jesus rode him into the midst of that feast
never before to have been ridden by any type of being
so what do you think that donkey was spiritually receiving?
the Gospel according to an ass
to know that the Prince of Peace has come at last

God has a plan for each of us and it's full of His mercy and grace
but in order to receive it you need to be in the right place
positioned for your purpose you just need to be
in that place where of you the Lord our God can see
for when God is ready to move in your life you need to be found
in the right place at the right time standing on higher ground

Jesus needed that beast at that appointed hour
and it was positioned by Father God's almighty power
its destiny to be ridden by Jesus the Christ the Son
a triumphant symbol of peace because its time had come

a donkey is usually perceived as difficult, stubborn and headstrong
but is an intelligent beast just don't lead it in a way that is wrong
they have a sense of perception and self-preservation
are very easy to train just don't put it in a precarious situation
it was sure-footed and purposely positioned in the right place
the Gospel according to an ass to be ridden with God's saving grace

it was a kyros moment it was a sight to be seen
on the  back of an ass Jesus the Christ, the King of Kings
in the right place with the proper perspective positioned for its purpose at last
and that is the Gospel according to an ass




Details | Rhyme | |

Ho Ho Ho

Go to sleep 
Go to sleep
My little ones

Or Santa
Just won't come


For he knows when you are awake
For He knows when you are asleep

Close your weary eyes now
And I'll go take a little peek


Tap Tap Tap
Upon the roof

It's santa coming 
For I hear reindeer's hoofs

Hush Hush now
Don't say a word

Better hurry 
And fall fast to sleep
Or he just may leave you a big turd

Let sugar plums
Dance in those pertty little heads

As I made sure
Santa was nice and fead

Cookies and milk
With nothing else

Oh thank you my dear Lord
For this nice little cord

For they are fast to sleep
Now I can go back to bed
And count my own lost sheep



























Details | Rhyme | |

Fast Awake

Thank God for 7-27, when my son flew in
Life as it should be will forever begin
Charming little visions of how days are meant
To teach him as he shows me how life is spent

Listen to me now and read what I find so true
Words are like a beat that can start a groove
Bring the rhythm back to lift your spirits up
Don't worry too much because we all get stuck

My life seems to stop before it begins
Caught in another ever-recurring trend
Giving away every one of my previous wins
With Faith and company until my life ends

It's time now to be down again
Even faster than western winds
Life can run around, leave you in loop
Feeling that life needs one more scoop 
Tip the timer over, fall with the sand
Live for every second you possibly can

I will soon learn should luck turns up
I'm lost, backwards, and running amuck
Trying to regain what I thought I missed
Elusive, erratic and ending up like this

Never have I wanted to be other than here
Life in crystal-clear brings visions near
Capable are your dreams so easily achieved
All you have to do is work & truly believe

Look for a big picture in whatever you see
Never believe free, it offers no guarantee
Just sit back and listen to tales they tell
And make your own path but remember it well

Don't try to be so deep, just work to relax
Make life a story but include all the facts
Learn about yourself when you're at the mic
Work the crowd just to see what you're like

Life will soon be everything you need it to be
Proceed with sight don't let only destiny lead
You always have control in every step you take
Follow dreams today and always live fast awake

At times I don't know where this path would go
Like I'm hosting a show I've never seen before
Filling in the gaps, taking punches for others
Learning along the way what life really offers

It’s time now to be down again
Steps closer to an unknown end
Digging up dirt nearly burying yourself
At least the digging is good for health
Live your life now, stay until the very last
Live your life today as if it's already past


Details | Rhyme | |

I'd Rather Live in His World

It was off to work again as I do each day
Early in the morning when I get to pray
All alone on the road I just sing His praise
Thinking of what is owed for my feeble ways

My station was off air as I scanned the dial
But remaining self aware all of the while
Of how I have fallen so many times in the past
Not able to hear His calling in moving too fast

If I had only stayed and never left His Side
Oh how this weighed in drowning in such pride
I just wasn't very strong in making my way
And then came the song as I caught it in mid play

"I'd rather live in His world, then live in my world without Him"

So true was that phrase summing up my entire thought
I so often see His ways and more often than naught
So I turned back on the radio and,,, there's no need to worry
As it's Unconditionally (whoa) you know by Katy Perry 







Details | I do not know? | |

A BELL FOR MY FLOWERS

A BELL FOR MY FLOWERS

My FLOWERS are keen
And watch what I do

My FLOWERS count time
And lies when they’re true

My FLOWERS fill a bowl
At the edge of my mind

There in the moonlight
My FLOWERS are enshrined

Fresh then are my FLOWERS fine
Love of floral, love of mine
Left alone, left to shine
All that’s bright and twice divine

My FLOWERS need a bell
That rings on Sunday morn

A bell of splendid color
For FLOWERS when they’re born

My FLOWERS lean north
To drink from porcelain dish

My FLOWERS lean south
As willpower turns to wish

Fresh then are my FLOWERS fine
Love of floral, love of mine
Left alone, left to shine
All that’s bright and twice divine

My FLOWERS follow kings
With gemstone and stained glass

My FLOWERS stand at guard
No ancient age shall pass

My FLOWERS catch rainbows
And blue peas in a spoon

My FLOWERS press aloft
Under starry winter moon

Fresh then are my FLOWERS fine
Love of floral, love of mine
Left alone, left to shine
All that’s bright and twice divine

RAMA INK.
2010


Details | Free verse | |

A POEM ON NOT SHAVING FOR MONTHS

How Unkempt and awful I look when
I forget to shave for weeks
Often have I to put off shaving for months
Once I went unshaved for a year
Either under stress,
or workplace pressure
as a result,
 female colleagues
Avoid talking with me 
and male
Co-workers advise me to wear a mask 
my wife at home
declines a kiss.
Despite these grave repurcussions
I really never like to shave
For weeds on my face
Refuse to surrender to substandard blades
(And good blades are exorbitant and unaffordable)
I fear tetanus every time I cut my skin
For me to decide to shave is as difficult
a decision as deciding by US on carrying air raids on
Iran 













      
    
  
 
   

 
 


Details | Limerick | |

The Ark (Limerick)

From God Noah received a great plan 
Build an Ark stay on dry land 
people stared and squawked 
some came and laughed 
Until flood sailed it like a can


Details | Rhyme | |

Time To Get Up

Tick tock tick tock
Out window with that clock
Each and every frigging day
Tells me to get out of hay

Brushing teeth
Breath smelling so sweet
Another dam hole in sock
Oh how I hate that clock

Blue jean entire
God I'm really tired
Clean sand bugers out of eyes
In rush to say goodbye's

Gas light engine on again
This crisis is such a sin
Scrounging pockets for a buck
Pulling out lint what such luck

Morning greetings from the boss
When all I wanted to do was stay in bed and toss
Paper work piling up
No coffee to fill my cup


Tic tock tick tock
Come on hurry up dam clock
For shopping still has to be done
And let me tell you it's no fun


Kids husband dogs and cats
Drive me nuts like a pack of rats
What can one do
But not to come unglued

So I want to give a big thanks
To my alarm clock that doesn't play pranks
And gets me up and out that door
So I can pay for those things I truely adore

















Details | Light Poetry | |

I'm So Broke I Can't Pay Attention

Good Golly
     Miss Molly
Lord's Done
        Miracle Spun
Lost Faith
     With Wait

Got Down
  Uttered Sound

Check Arrived
      Came Alive

Uncle Sam
       You  Da Man



Tribute To The
U.S. Postal Service

Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's 
Believe In Miracles Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Haggis " ever caught one? "

Welcome world as you read this poem

Its about the Haggis

Scottish Highlands they roam

 

The lowland Haggis with legs the same

Evolution from the Highlands they came

 

But the truer beasts, rarely in sight

Run through the hills left and right

 

With one set of legs longer than the other

On the steep Scottish slopes

They don't fall over

 

With the world in recession 

We have a tourist boom

Highland Safari's

Have lifted the gloom

 

So book now to catch your own

Take a photo, email it home

So come the summer, they hibernate

Get on that plane, before its too late


Details | Rhyme | |

SMILE

There is no warning signs
But on your face it is easy to find
We all become contagious to this disease
Believe me it grows like a seed to a plant to trees
It makes life so easy and simple
It is caught between a frown and dimples 
It is starting to sweep across the country 
It makes the world more friendly 
People who were once sad and blue
Lost in life with strife with nothing to do
With a heavy bag of misery on your shoulders
Inside your soul and spirit it makes you feel younger 
I  pray that you will be infected 
Come on try it anybody can do it
I really hope a cheerful germ invades your body 
I seen it make grieving people happy 
It’s spreading merriment to all your major organs 
Remember because it gives life so much meaning
It can grow a couple of feet or even a mile
Come on try it let me see you smile






Details | Rhyme | |

Hardcourt Hero

It’s the final quarter
In this seventh game
From courtside to the bleachers
People are chanting my name..

I look at the clock
It reads only three
The score’s a deadlock
Everybody’s on their feet..

Not a second to waste
Coach calls for time
And we huddle in haste
‘Coz the game’s on the line..

He sets up the play
The ball goes to me
Of course that’s clear as day
‘Coz I am the MVP!

The ref whistles, ready or not
Teammate inbounds, passes, I catch
A few dribbles, split the double, then I pop
Swish! Game over, we win the match!

The crowd roars, the championship’s won
On my knees and in tears I rejoice with the team
But when I opened my eyes, boom! They’re gone!
Alas, just another dream..


Details | Rhyme | |

Don't Watch Your Neighbors...

I stood on my roof
Counting missing shingles
Looked over yonder
My skin got the tingles

My neighbor was mowing his lawn
No shirt on his bod
All I can say is
"Oh My God!"

He glanced up
I turned around
Next thing ya know
My ladder was falling down

It was my neighbor

He moved it away
I had to have dinner with him
Or on the roof he'd make me stay!


Details | Free verse | |

what success told me!

 
 
success loved by all, hated by none
ask the movie star or the beauty queen
nothing on earth thrills like success!
success is the precursor of achievement
he’s the prize for hard work
success is the difference between affluence and penury
he's the distinction between fame and obscurity
he’s the thin line between sadness and joy
he differentiates the president from his chief critic
success guarantees you'll never lack friends
however, success breeds envy
beside ever successful man, there is a fair lady
sever ties with success and she'll be your ex
one with success always holds his head high
a successful child is his parent's pride
success is utterly irritable
thus he's seldom a lasting friend
despite the many faults of success
he never selects friends
i laugh when people accuse success
of never bothering to look their way
success is an impatient guest
who knocks on everyone's door at odd hours
and he may leave if we’re too slow to open
‘cos he's got many homes to visit
 


Details | Quatrain | |

THE BEACH ENTERTAINER

Miles of broken, sunbaked seashells,
resembling pieces of porcelain of lesser value,
lying across a populous beach subdued by misty blue,
as hungry sea-gulls pounce the fiddler crabs..



The beach entertainer draws huge crowds;
singing funny songs and making comic skits
by spicing up his unique modus operandi,
and modestly mocking his modus vivendi...


He has never made lots of money,
but settles for dollar bills to earn their sympathy;
dressed in tight and colorful ministrel's attire,
he amuses the public with his monkey-shine...



And he pulls out his fiddler and the crowds go wild,
awakening, by its high-pitched sound, a dope fiend,
who has built a shack in this unsafe place always threatened by the blowing sand;
He puts on his dirty sunglasses and disappears in the groovy sunshine...



The beach entertainer follows him, leaving everyone behind, 
saying," Sorry, brother...I didn't mean to wake you up, the bum turns around with sad eyes
and exclaims, " Music doesn't fill an empty and aching belly...and cheer up a feeble mind! "
" Here's all I got...take it and get something to eat!" The beach entertainer whispers.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Haiku | |

Here Kitty Kitty

                                              etched in own minds eye
                                          white kitten raising one brow
                                                  in crouch position











Tribute To The Kitty Cats     Meowwwww   LOL


Details | Free verse | |

Poetry Soup Group

Poetry Soup Group

This is quite a group, 
the people at Poetry Soup.

They make me feel 
like a part of their troop.

No matter how much bad 
poetry I enter in their contests 
they still encourage 
me to write until I poop!

The State of the 
group at Poetry Soup
Is that it’s a great 
place to regroup,
Eat soup and write 
poetry late at night,
When you can’t 
seem to sleep.

It’s a great group of people,
Good company to keep.
They make me want to
Leap for joy each time
I log on to Poetry Soup!


Details | Rhyme | |

Sly Ole Fox

Sly red fox sneaking around
The master's great estate
Watching and waiting for one
To open the gate  to  the crate

That housed a hen that was a ten
She was fat and sleek with plenty to eat
Rested, refreshed with leisure complete
That sly ole fox found a spot

Hidden from view so he thought
He watched as the master
Opened the crate door letting
The fat hen  come  out and explore

So that's how to get at that hen
I'll dress up and just pretend
That I am the master of the estate
Then I'll just open the gate

I'll get that hen that is a ten
And for lunch I'll invite her in
But in the pot of stew she will go
She'll make dumplings for me to show


Details | Narrative | |

I'm Just What Your Looking For

since the year of 1952 the city of st paul Minnesota holds
their annual treasure hunt the king and queen of snows
goes out to a city park and hides a medallion worth
10,000 dollars if you are the winner and your carnaville
button is register with the st paul pioneer press
which gives out 12 cryptic clues and this little medallion
could be wrapped in just about anything from diapers to cookies 
and the frigid weather here just may make you want to just
stay by the fireplace and sip on hot coco with family and friends
even lucky finder gets to ride along with the king and queen of snow
in the closing ceremony of it's torchlight parade
also watch out for the vulcans krewe for they like to dethrone the king
and leave you with a black smudges across your sweet cheeks





Tribute To The Winter Carnaville
BURRRRRRRRRRR LOL

Carnaville runs
Jan 21-31 

Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Christmas In Your Town Contest


Details | Quatrain | |

The Mirror

What did my eerily observant mirror so boldly reveal 
to me this morning as I so cautiously gazed into its soul?

It quipped "Hey lummox,might as well limp back to bed, 
the eyes of the world will mistake you for an over-sized troll."

Many times it speaks this extremely critical 
evaluation of me.So often, in fact, I can no longer ignore.

I have been rather proficient at turning a deaf ear
to its snide, painful remarks, but now it's cutting me to the core.

It willingly continues " You better stop 
trying to appease the god of the gut.

Forget about bacon and eggs,
cookies and cakes, candies and nuts.

And yes, include on the list, donuts and pastries,
ice cream and chocolate, even Fritos and chips.

Crisco would be jealous of you, you tub o' lard. You've surrendered
to the demon of gluttony for so long now, I mean, c'mon, get a grip.

And let's be real here, this farce of an exercise 
routine you endear yourself to is all mirrors and smoke.

How many calories do you think you burn off
simply looking, be it so desperately, for your precious remote?

You might even want to drag your behemoth butt  off
the  couch while watchin' the tube and do some crunches.

Instead of waiting till the commercial break to
 waddle out to the kitchen to refill your beloved munchies.

Let's see, there's tennis, running, swimming, 
biking, even just walking..... exercise programs galore.

But nooooo, for you that means change doesn't it?
It's not worth it even though you barely fit through the door."

But as there are two sides to every story, so too is
there another mirror even more significant than the first.

It happens to be God's "love letter" that reflects honestly and with
prevailing irony.It captivates us with mention of real hunger and thirst.

It also talks of changes we need to make 
if we don't want life to "take it's toll".

Not so much on our fleeting flesh
as on our eternal soul.

These words, like a soothing salve, are 
universal.Oh yes, they are ours for the taking.

And they can buoy us and comfort us on those 
many days when that "other mirror" we feel like breaking.



Details | Couplet | |

Will You Let Me Sleep

Violet hues
Birds in flight coo's

Starburst fashion
Sun's hot passion

Crystal streams
Valleys of green

Sno-capped peaks
Eagles that speaks

Call of the wild
Echoes of a lost child

Can't seem to wake
From this dormate faith

Have no fear
For vision is  clear


Arrived at Heaven's shore
Was woken though by husband's dam snore












 













Details | Cowboy | |

Frank and the Circuit Preacher

The Circuit Preacher came to town, 
and the word of God he preached, 
At the end of his sermon, 
our souls he did beseech. 
 
	We all stood shuffling around, 
	like calves stuck in the mire, 
	We’d only come to see the foreman’s sisters, 
	who were singing in the choir.  
 
What happened next surprised us, 
it was the derndest thing we ever saw, 
There was Frank, on his knees, 
his hands clasped beneath his jaw. 
 
	Now Frank, he was a sinner, 
	of a magnitude most high, 
	It was not beneath his dignity, 
	to cheat or steal or lie. 
 
But there he was, on his knees, 
praying with all his might, 
Begging for forgiveness, 
for he had seen the light. 
 
	I’d like to say Frank truly changed, 
	becoming perfect through and through, 
	But there’s no use in saying so, 
	I’d just be lying to you. 
 
But he was a bit more tolerant, 
and every once in awhile, 
He treated the hands respectful, 
sometimes, he would even smile. 

	Sure, he had his slip-ups, 
	but most of his time was well spent, 
	And when he was bad, he was sorry, 
	the very definition of the word repent. 
 
On the day he passed from this world, 
he went grinning without a sound. 
And no one here has ever forgotten, 
the day the Circuit Preacher came to town.


Details | Free verse | |

Bee's

{bee's}

the dancing machines
please stay away from everyone's knees
you very nasty

{bee's}

Please please please
stay away from especially
my knees you very nasty 
and honorable theives

{bee's}

so please fly off to those daisies
for these these these are the only way I want it to

{ bee's }





Little Song Jenny And I came Up When She Was 4 LOL 
Thanks All For Stopping

Also Entry For Matt Caliri's Contest
Funnest-hardest Poem Ever


Details | Light Poetry | |

Immigrant

Sorry if I came here illegally

My country lacked opportunity

So this is how it had to be

Never took anything from you

Paid my taxes just like you

Society let the color of my skin in

But shamed my people and culture

I chased the American dream

As Americans wanted all my people to leave

I adapted to your culture

Your way of life

What more can I do

To say that I truly appreciate the red,white and blue


Thank you for reading. Visit jorgesouthkorea.com for more poems and writings that I have written.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Pew Wee

Best day

   I'll Say

Was When

   Seen Him

Wipe Ass

   With Mask

I laughed

  Such Craft

Gasping

  Grasping

Tearing
   Hearing


Yelling

  Telling

I'm Done

  No  Fun


Details | Free verse | |

There's No I In You And Me

Oh you do the dishes
And I'll mop the floors

Or you can do the trash
And I'll do the sewing

You can go to work
And I'll just stay home

You do the cows
And I'll do the chickens

You cook the meals
And I'll set the table

For there's no I In you and me
Can't you plainly see

So you keep the house
And I'll keep the car

You keep the kids
And I'll pay the bills

You do the shopping
And I'll  sit still

You call the cops
I'll call the lawyers

For there's no I in you and me
Can't you plainly see


You run away
I'll just Play

You made up your mind
Mine was just fine

You tossed it all away
Now I Just gotta say

For there's no I in you and me
Now don't you totaly agree





Tribute To Lasting Relationships   LOL
That Work Together To Make It Happen




Details | I do not know? | |

Blend Of Everything

Bring it all: video games, dollies, and
Animated Sasodei doujinshi.
You name it,
And heck yes I can be a mean or sometimes stupid gal.
I can be someone's sweetie and then break their hearts
And I can be gentle
By listening to birds and their tweetings.
Oh and I can also be a good friend and send happy
And crazy greetings...
Yet sometimes I believe my pals are deceiving.
But there are three gals I'll luv most.
Even if they're different from me,
They're sometimes so needy for my personality.
I call and talk
They listen as I walk around my room
And then I suddenly shout like as if I'm in doom.
Yeah, blend of almost everything,
Those who tell the truths about me
Are always receiving lies I make up
To keep me and my stuff safe.
They say I'm selfish,
And I admit it,
Yet it hurts for me to hear even a little bit
People saying such things about me.
Blend of everything, 
Some of my friends
Wouldn't agree,
Yet most of them don't see the curiosities
My mind contains...


Details | I do not know? | |

Cold And White

Winter's the season cold and white
Those who hate it favor flight
Warmer, sunnier places in mind
But sometime monies are hard to find.

Others who love the frost and snow
Have many activities on the go
A day of sports, and evening of pleasure
Uniting to form a memory treasure.

So here's to winter and all its faults
Fresh fallen snow, skiers exult
Cold and stormy a typical day
Moonlit' rides with the horse and sleigh.

And to all of us who have what it takes,
Say "farewell" to those who need breaks
A winter of warm, a winter of cold
All balances out or so we are told.


Details | Personification | |

The Private Cellar

I crept through the night just like a creepy crawler.
The smell of dust mixed in the reek of wine.
Lo and behold there was a crack in a mighty fine line.
Dripping and drooling with many more pleasures to be, 
The darn rats were the nastiest gnawers. 
Dark and dinghy I continued to look and see,
The Private Cellar locked with no key.
Back and forth my knees break and bend,
Leaning back reaching across the floor I’m at my end.
Walls and tunnels with no light in sight,
Lo and behold I’m a match to light in flight.
Panting and hissing with many more needs to please,
The darn bats were the trickiest thieves.
Cold and sweaty I continued to be a crook.
The Private Cellar is where I found the baited hooks.


Details | Sestina | |

THE DREARINESS OF AN EMPTY HOME

After a hard day's work,
these weary feet drag me home,
with the urge of pulling the cork
from the red wine chilling in the cooler;
and smell steaming pasta primavera into a large bowl...
before I am tempted by my gluttonery desire!
  

Simple pleasures like relaxing my elbows
on a comfortable leather sofa,
with legs stretched-out on soft cotton pillows
and watching a dramatic soap opera;
pop-corn, potato-chips and beer...
yes, for a toast to health, indeed!


I may start to yawn and fall asleep...
unless, through my open window, spiders will slowly creep;
and crawl onto my arms and face,
but one sneeze blows them away, and
trust me on this:  the others won't certainly play around,
when they hear the scheme of my surprise!   


And if ideas bubble up into my energetic brain,
more plentifull than memories they'll tap this imagination;
and with pen and pad I'll spend hours contemplating inspiration,
and shouldn't it come swiftly while I cool off by the oscillating fan,
the dreariness of an empty home can effect my solitary mood:
and more than a melancholic moon...I'll vainly brood!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Sonnet | |

Tea Pot

I believe a tea pot circles the solar system.
And within that tea pot is my genie God.
The God that hears all our petty prayers.
The God the made the birds, bees and frogs.

My genie God spit into clay and made you
from the potter’s clay that made His tea pot.
He formed humankind, all the animals,
the plants, His light makes the sun hot.

I believe everyone should pray to my genie God.
He simply made us just like He made His pot.
He made you because He loves you and created
you. He listens to your every thought. 

And if you fail to believe in my genie God,
you will burn in Hell or live life as a frog.


Details | Quatrain | |

Copy this Poem

Please copy this poem.
Post it on your office wall,
next to your bed,
or the toilet paper roll.

Memorize each word.
Recite it to your teacher.
Spin it into a song
and preach it like a preacher.

Use sign language.
Transcribe it into Braille,
Aramaic, Chinese and
Spanish. Let the world

know that this poem
and any other poem
that you or I write
is worth the daylight.

So, please copy this poem.
Post it on your office wall,
next to your bed,
or the toilet paper roll. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Another Bee In The Hive

I'm like Winnie the Pooh
Can't keep My hands out the hunny
Nah, I aine making jokes
Cause it sure aine funny
But, it gives A brother reason to smile
By keeping his days, All sunny
Especially, when they So hot
Until, it makes the nose runny
Got Me feeling like I'm rich
With a pocketful of money
What, you're asking if 
I see Women, as a Playboy Bunny
No, it's just that they're like the bees
When making Love, Sweet as honey


Details | Ballad | |

Dear Poet, and A Genie Bottle

Dear Poet; knock,knock.
Who's There? Dr. Poet:
Dr. Poet Who???

Poetic Of Manthology,
I Grant You Three Wishes
Of Self-Indulgment.

ONE:) GOD

TWO:) You And Me:

And THREE:)  A New Pen!

It's Truly Self-Explanitory
Don't You Think.....


                     :)


Details | Rhyme | |

Fruits and Veggies

Boys and girls, I want to let you know.
That fruits and veggies don’t mysteriously
Show up at the grocery store.  
They are planted by farmers,
Who sow seeds that are watered,
And maybe treated with some type of fertilizer.
The farmer gives the seeds time to sprout with leaves.
Then he or she clears the ground from harmful weeds,
That could cause them to get a disease.

Then after a few months, you will see much growth.
The fruits and veggies are picked, cleaned well,
And shipped to the grocery store.
So love the farmer,
He is not just some country guy or girl.
He is a good citizen who takes care of the world.
So, now boys and girls you know how fruits and veggies grow.


Details | Didactic | |

Don't Let The Stuff You Get, Get You

we all have worldly possessions, we all have some stuff
those material things of which we can't seem to get enough
you never realize how much stuff you've got until you have to move out
an overabundance of possessions, the stuff you can't seem to do without

eventually you'll be separated from your stuff and it will be separated from you
for when you finally leave this earth don't think you can take it too
somebody else will be rocking in your chair and  watching your HDTV
somebody else will now have all that stuff on which you spent all your money
your children won't treat any of your stuff the same as you would
so don't let the stuff  you get get you for in the end it won't do you any good

one day my son invited me over to see his new apartment
and while there he gave me a drink and then made a strange comment
he said "dad, you'll need a coaster so don't put that wet glass on my table"
I told him "what about all of MY stuff that he's destroyed since the day he left his cradle"
you need to develop a duck's oily back mentality
and let the little annoyances in life roll off of thee

one day while Jesus was speaking a parable, a young man did interrupt
he wanted Jesus to talk to his brother about sharing their father's stuff
Jesus said, "Who told you that I have come here to judge,
My purpose for being is to speak life to you, I'm not here to settle a grudge"
mankind has developed a condition, a sin known as greed
for an abundance of  possessions, the stuff we think we need
but that is not the major problem that most men do possess
it's that they're not humbled enough to give God His proper address

people tend to forget that all they have comes from God's mercy and grace
they tend to think that they're the ones in control in the first place
if you're over-bearing, self-centered and disdainful you'll be labeled a foolish man
if you don't learn to give honor, glory and thanks to God for His righteous hands
for no man has the authority to assume he's in control
not even the richest or the smartest man can save his own soul
not even the poorest or the dumbest man can circumcise his own heart
people need to understand that all the glory belongs to the Lord God

so don't let the stuff you get get you, all those things you possess
remember you can't take it with you and it won't make your testimony progress
so don't be selfish about your stuff and to  God be arrogant and rude
remember He's in control of everything and He does not suffer fools

 





Details | Rhyme | |

Majestical Land

I was carried away up and over a topped stack just the other day,
By the oceans of blue cascading across shadows of magnifying rays of sunlight!
One by one they dashed through the trickery Sun as if they had no night.
I was drawn much closer in watching the Moon reflecting on the ones that sway.
Then I was taken by the swishy swore of the bouncy Sea rolling as the tide came in.
I just so happen to be taking a much deeper breath as the stars lit up like shields of sheer.
Breathless I just took it all in, over and over again until I saw there was truly no end.
Marveled, just down right marveled at the time I already just simply spend,
Then I saw a most wondrous bumbling bee, soaring aimlessly through Majestical Land. 
All in a single moment with time to spare, I saw balls of bouncing thunderous lights.
Then it was a much greater reach for a more logistical articulate helping hand.
Then I saw big white fluffy balls unfolding in the heavenly quaking open sky.
One by one colliding atop the luxury of just floating or shuffling them self right on by.
Marveled, downright marveled at what was passing me by, I just knew I’d die.
I absolutely was standing beneath the Majesties undeniably clever designated plans.
I saw blueprints and designs above the weighty scales and receipts.
What strategy for self-defeat with the books I write and keep!
Hooting and hollering cheering louder in Majestical Land, with my brilliant plan!
But then I was carried all the way back to the toppling stack,
The Majestical Land amazingly had not one single little lack.
“Marveling I tell you”! “Just down right Marveling”! 



Details | Haiku | |

Cough It Up

deep in the valley
cumulus congestus skies
coughing up a storm



Also Entry For 
Raul Moreno's 
Inspiration In Haiku Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Honour and Glory

Here I am basking in the honour and glory 
For my poems you have given to me
But there is something in the back 
Of my mind tickling, you see

That is, if a tree had to fall in the forest
And no one was there would it make a sound
See this is the thing at the back 
Of my mind that I found

I cannot accept the honour and the glory
For it would not have been if not for you
I would like to share these honours
With all those at poetry soup too

And because if you have noticed
I have no choice
As you can hear from my 
High pitched muffed voice

You see he has my right arm
In an arm lock
And in my mouth 
A smelly old sock

It’s my imaginary friend Glen
His not happy with me
For his the one that 
Really writes all my poetry

So we would like to say from my 
Imaginary friend Glen and me, to you
For the Honours and glory
A big THANK YOU



Details | Carpe Diem | |

Intoxication or Inspiration?

And may you be not drunk with wine
But filled with the spirit as God divined

As humans we've all have had a little drink or two
That's not a bad thing as long as you don't overdo
In Ephesians 5:18 from what I understand 
It's a word of advice from God, a positive Command
For the word of God leaves little room for debate
Take Him at His word It Is of the faith
But don't try to take the actual words that are written
And change them to suit yourself that's a bad decision
For God is very firm in what He does say
He says what He means and from His word He does not stray

Intoxication or Inspiration, what do you desire?
Be not drunk with wine just do as God requires
The Lord God wants you to be filled with the Holy Spirit
So praise and worship Him and don't stop until you get it

Whenever one is under the influence of drink
You're at a weak point and the devil will start to think
He will try and sway you away from God's Holy word
Make you doubt and question all that you have heard
For drink will incapacitate you and make you act like a fool
Enabling the devil to use you as a tool

Be not drunk with wine but be inspired by The Lord
Be filled with The Holy Spirit on the gospel train get aboard
With The Holy Spirit you still have free choice
But while you're drunk on wine you can't even find your voice

Intoxication or Inspiration, what is the main point?
You can be damned with the devil or with God be anoint
God wants you to walk like His Son Jesus of Christ
To be filled with The Holy Spirit everyday of your life
Intoxication may cause you to fight with your friends
Inspiration will give you eternal life in the end
Intoxication may cause you to spend all of your money
Inspiration will lead you to the land of milk and honey
As far as I'm concerned the choice is not that hard
All you have to do is get high on God


Details | Free verse | |

Two: Babel On

The eclectic neglected feel so disrespected you know I wrecked it where ever I step -ed and you would, dismiss it? I'm brain fried a drain dried step up to my main eye in the middle of my seeing stones I see your tone, its mellowdrone Neglected eclectic you seem so collective it seems so effortless the celebrated, all frustrated because they can't get any more wasted or useless I won't waste it on you, another thought I know I can't break through your drought I know I can't prove to you, it's rotten that doing the right thing is toughest often I guess I'm neglected, come from the collective and consciousness is overrated for the freest all sleep naked.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Got Turkey

Turkey
    Let's See

        Gobble
            Wobble

               Get Stuffed
                    That's Rough

                           Gizzards
                               The Squirts

                                     Wishbone
                                         Hell Zone
                                                Pure Heart
                                                      Boiled Tart

                                                          Legs   Breast
                                                                Just   Test
                                                                                                                       
                                                                    Thighs Wing
                                                                          Just Sing
                                                                                     
                                                                                   Choke Neck
                                                                                          Yes Heck
                                                                                                                           
                                                                                                 Got Tom
                                                                                                      He's Bomb





Tribute To
Thankgiving
 And To
BUTTERBALL TURKEYS LOL


Also Entry For
Donna Golden's
Turkey Tribute
GL All


Details | Free verse | |

BUMBLEBEE

BUMBLEBEE
YOU OR ME…
Who’ve seen the worse
that Life is so darned short?

BUMBLEBEE,
UNLIKE ME-
Why (in blame) burst
for what is meant to be?

O BUMBLEBEE
MY DARLING- BE!
For, heaven is no distance
for a bee, that spreads its wing!


Details | Bio | |

My Bio

My name is Mr. Moore,
And I’m 5’2”.
If you’re a young a black male,
I care about you.
I am the father of two daughters,
And the husband of one.
I believe in running,
Until the race is done.
I appreciate music,
I appreciate it much.
I am a drummer,
With a distinct touch.
I enjoy the sound of a saxophone,
And if you mention Jesus Christ,
IT’S ON.
I play both drums,
And sax by ear.
I can play the rhythmic notes,
If they are near.
I like counting money,
Because I’m crazy about math.
I have a little "hooping" skills,
So don’t get in my path.
I had coached for five years,
Being champs of the final three.
Was put out at the buzzer,
The first two were defeats.
I had been with “The Academy”,
For eight years now.
“Tricks of the Trade”,
Was about showing young men how.
I am unique,
And like a little rhythm.
That is why I wrote,
“My Bio” to be a poem.


Details | Couplet | |

Grandma's Rhyme Regarding Money

If it don’t make dollars, it don’t make sense,
Because ain’t nothing going on but the rent.


Details | Rhyme | |

Let's Duke It Out

I was born in nineteen sixty nine
just off the block and in my prime
now let me introduce you to 
some pertty good friends of mine

Let's start with my uncle Jesse
to me he looks like he's ninety nine
but I love to watch him when he
takes nips from his moonshine 

Here's my owners Bo and Luke 
cousins of a kind just hanging out
with Daisy who looks 
so sweet and so darn fine

But There's some other folks
that just don't like our kind
its those sheriff folks thats
watching the hazzard county line

Starting with their fearless leader Boss Hogg
Who's radioing all the frigging time to
Cooter and Davenport And to that rascal
Rosco P Coltrane who he cannot find

Now my life is such sweet devine
when your jumping in and out of my windows 
while running from those sheriffs from Georgia County line
in my general lee waving a confederate flag thats in it's prime
Honking my horn to a dixie tune of same kind



Tribute To The Dukes Of Hazzard LOL


Also Entry For
Christopher Higgin's 
Get Your Rebel On!


Tho This Poem Is Not About A Person 
Changing My Life But The Time Era Did
And Something About That Show Changed Me
About Opening Your Heart And Home To All


Details | Free verse | |

I Want A Man

If you want to be my man there's some things you need to understand.


I want a man who can
Don't want a man who can't
I want a man who loves
Don't want a man who hates

I want a man who smells nice 
Don't want a man who stanks 
I want a man who thinks
Don't want a man who drinks 


I want a man who makes me laugh
Don't want a man who makes me cry
I want a man who will stay by my side
Don't want a man who will tell me good-bye


I want a man who's fine
Don't want no man who's ugly
I want a man who's light
Don't want no man who's dark as night


I want a man who's nice
Don't want a man who's mean
I want a man who's clean
Don't want no dirty man


I want a man who will love me forever
Don't want no one night stand
I want a man who ain't  cheap
Don't want man who lives off the streets

I want a man who's got some meat on his bones
Don't want not man that looks like a light pole
I want a man who treats me like a queen
Don't want no man who thinks he's the king

I want a man who does me right
Don't want a man who runs around at night
I want a man 
Don't want no boy


So tell me do you qualify?  




Details | Haiku | |

Over-achieved

Inspired, I blaze
Over every obstacle.
Spent, I fall asleep.


Details | Limerick | |

Ruby, It Ain't Tuesday...

My dear darling Rube,
Just think, if you were
smokin' a doob
The poetic miles you could cross...
Yet your talent is there,
And I know just how rare
And I know that you care,
And now for words, I am at a  loss. 

Thanks, your fan, tom


Details | Free verse | |

No God

If I could spill my soul
onto the floor or a skillet
let my heartbeat liquid 
and spell out a creation song

I would yell, yell, yelp!
Yelp, about my unfolding self
and just how magnificent
I have become because Jesus

Christ, Krishna, Muhammad,
told me something beautiful
and that fragile bubble
which protected me, myself

burst into reality and me
just I may not my self and I
crumble to the science
of no God without proof.

POOF!


Dean Walker


Details | Sonnet | |

Global Trot

I’m out of my mind but I am just perfect and just fine.
I went around the world and what a blast it was for me.
I’m sent with a message from a golden gate master key.
I shook I rattled and I rolled brand new maps I did align.

I founded you and I demolished you but swam like a fish in line.
I ran to and fro as I was left behind thrown forward but I did see.
It is a global trot I tell you to survive naked or dressed just to be.
And then it came to be true and real that this was mine all mine.

So I sit in the seat with no defeat.
The world goes stupid and so mad,
But I stay clean and of course neat,
It’s just a silly little one time life fad.

Pain and suffering has just about killed me and you,
Together or apart it is a world we will always renew!


®Registered: Ann Rich   2009


Details | Free verse | |

Meerkats

Meerkats stand on mound entrance
Straight, erect, alert watching
Almost undistinguishable stands
A garfield like cat, adopted child


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Place

do you know the feeling i feel?
that feeling you feel when you feel a feeling you felt before?
that yummy feeling of a delightful memory you will forever charish
that memory that has you smiling and giggling?
a crisp feeling in your belly of happiness?
i feel as if i should let you know im feeling this way 
because its important you feel that very same way
its a feeling you must feel everyday
or else it will just fade away!
like a red kite, flying away, 
a very tragic tale..
but you must keep the kite near the warm ground
keep it close and tight and loved.
lets feel this feeling now, 
so remember a day where nothing was in the way
not a care, not a worry and deffinatly not a quarelle 
feel the breeze, maybe not of wind
but of greatness in you.
feel it for just a moment and return to the world
give it a smile and walk on by.


Details | Haiku | |

Time To Hit The Sack

winters foliage
blankets trees and grassy knolls
hibernation time


Details | Light Poetry | |

I'm Really Teed Off {Footle}

tee off
    love golf

               in rough
                        get tough
 
                                sand trap
                                          oh crap

                                              on green
                                                      get mean

                                                              in cup
                                                                   ker plup

                                                                             just par
                                                                                     so far
            
                                                                                        next hole
                                                                                                    let's go

                                                                                                             golf pro
                                                                                                                      hell no




Tribute To Golfers
Time To Tee Off
See Ya On Back 9   L0L


Details | Sonnet | |

New Year Tag - Spenserian Sonnet

T’is the season of jolly and such fun
Ending a year and starting out brand new
Others will be looking to the long run
Uplifting many with words from a few
Celebrating the new binding like glue
Moving together with tag poetry
Pot on the stove with Epulaeryu brew
This stew is filled with great artistry
T’is is just like cosmetic dentistry
Brings a smile to celebrating faces
The time is now for a royal entry
Like playing cards with faces of aces
Hello Lynn Marie go put on your clogs
Look out the window you have just been tagged!



Comment:  I was tagged by Katherine Stella.  Hello Lynn, this is especially for 
you.  Happy New Year!  Now you will have to find someone whose poetry you 
enjoy to tag.  NOTE: The Spenserian sonnet rhymes as follows: 
ABABBCBCCDCDEE.  The second four lines are linked by rhymes to the first four 
and the follow four, and a couplet concludes the poem by reemphasizing the 
main idea or proposing an alternative view.  Isn’t this fun!!!



Details | I do not know? | |

Authority

some dreams are for only dreaming'
nightly entertainment for a lark
and some are meant to wake us
Days go fast in indecision
Daily bread eats up the earning day
Then churning adrenalin hits a  spark
And creation heats its burning way
There's some that dream and some that do
That's how it's always been
But once or twice to keep things nice
Someone will do and dream
It's not correct but I suspect
from observations took
Though not a way to architect
'tis how to write a book


Details | Rhyme | |

THE MOUTH OF OTHERS

Let another mouth praise
you . Instead of your own.
Just live your life and people
will know what type of person
that's living in the inner house.
Let another mouth praise you .
Instead of your own;and you
will find that they were watching 
you all the time.
 
.


Details | I do not know? | |

Ugly Betty Just Isn't Me

I’m sick of being an Ugly Betty wanna be.
I have better inside of me.
To hell with all that being pretty inside.
I think the outside should matter.

All these magazines tell me who to be.
They tell me how act and who to like.
Always talkin’ about the newest thing.
To hell with them and what they think. 

I am me and they can’t change that.
They want my body, 
And they want my soul.
All they’ll ever get is my dough,

The plus size is the new in,
It seems a sin to be thin.
One thing these models don’t know,
It’s not worth the dough.

All these shows tell me what to do.
They tell me how to act and what to like.
Always talkin’ about the newest thing.
To hell with them and what they think.

I am me and they can’t change that.
They want my body,
And they want my soul.
All they’ll ever get is my dough.

No need to be a Barbie doll,
Or anybody else.
Be your own true self
Don’t sit on anybody’s shelf.


Details | Rhyme | |

Blue Collar Blues

I ain't got no money,
But I work my butt off,
Every single day.
I work so I can have a place to stay
All of the time, 
I work to get half of your dimes,
That you drop when you go down to flop.
Unlike you I never have time to watch the clock.
I got a degree that I don't use,
Because of the negligent leaders that you choose.
Unskilled labor aids the campaign.
You talk about me,
But you don't care to know my name.
I got skills:
But I have to pay the bills.
I want to be like you and cruise on a yacht.
I'm building what you bought.
I'm putting your house on a lot.
I'm scrubbing your pots.
I'm working as an indentured servant.
Hoping that I get what I'm deserving,
But for the time being: I'm slaving,
Dancing to my homemade tunes,
Complaining to colleagues, who are 
also on their knees praying for life
To get better, Singing strongly the 
Blue Collar Blues.

written 9-5-04
while still a college studenta


Details | Rhyme | |

Made for the USA

If you want to win or go astray
You are just made for the USA

Too much right too much freedom
All are kings in that kingdom 

Too much work too much fun
Like the hard working sun

Too much might too much money
The USA my honey


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Dreaming by numbers

I have a friend in prison making registration plates
I’ve given him some numbers that I hope he duplicates
Once I get them on the market we will both be millionaires
They have digits corresponding to some meter maids’ with airs
There are hidden little magnets to hold them all in place
And they sell in sets of fifty every one a different face
I’ve ordered me a hundred matching troopers’ private cars
If they answer all citations they will maybe move to mars
I sold a hundred thousand whose owners I don’t know
They ordered them by number in sets of twenty four
It isn’t just the money that makes me feel so fine
It’s a sense of satisfaction that approaches the divine
My favorite little customer was dressed in robes of black
She’s taking up collections and then she’s coming back
If that’s any indication of the way the people feel
They’ll be changing registration to unlisted on the wheel


Details | Free verse | |

Nicknames

Cute mispronunciations
And fit characteristics
From young loved ones
And close family and friends
Stick with some for life
Like familiar stones
Embedded in earth


Details | Haiku | |

Old Man Winter

top of old smokey
covered with frost - when bow breaks
old man winter blows


Details | Sonnet | |

Carte Blanche

There were two cardinals separated by a tree branch with fruit.
One was a female and the other was a male.
Her four fruits were ripe and his one was not so he became a brute.
She was to the left and he was to the right and looking pale.

Her purple fruits put off enough to make her some ale.
His green fruit was at his feet and were mute.
She kept her guard up waiting for him to sail.
But he never would follow suite.

She became the fruit of the highest branch on the highest tree.
He just sat there perched and barren not even producing the first seed.
She came to be,
The cardinal in lead!

But he never moved from his tree branch,
He was at her feet forever she’s his carte blanche!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2004


Details | Rhyme | |

Root

Removed from the hidden place
The firmness is evident
As the outter layers slowly removed safe
The odor very much becomes pungent

As long as the outter layers
Remainded, the scent was covered
Looked good, smell fair but ere
Was in the core, so like people unsaved

The comparison of onion
To the unsaved who
Look  like reached actualization
Seemed right true


Details | Burlesque | |

Idiot Lights

The trouble with idiot lights,
You see, it’s a problem
That goes, perhaps,
Farther than me.

There's abundant ignorance
That floats in the bog
In a kingdom where machines
Can measure breath’s grog.

More than vast numbers
Aggregating in crime,
There's a feeling that
What is happening.
Somehow, isn't mine.

Big obvious red light, birthed
a message, idiot message on the dash.
Just the observation
Almost made me crash.

The warning, foreboding,
Read simply "check gauges.”
So sitting at the light,
I scanned all the stages
With the sets of information
A car shares on its pages.
I sit, quietly confused,
But the intersection’s raging. 

The gas tank wasn't empty,
The oil read fine,
The engine not hot,
Battery volts seemed in line.

Responding to the honks,
I mosey down the road.
The engine’s working fine,
But my head held quite a load,
Of all the problems awaiting
For the idiot who couldn't interpret
The idiot light code.

. . . No problems yet,
A small sigh escapes
But I am mentally set,
Will I fall for the bait?
I would make a sizable bet
That I am sitting
On some universal debt.

Then as I was using
My copier that night,
Beeping techno-barking message,
Really set me to a fright.
A word chain shackled,
Scrolling a last request
"Printer ink low."
Sounds like an open book test.

Try as I might
Following precious words in sight,
Then a new unique message:
"Insert cartridge right."
Just follow instructions?
I’m ready for a fight.

I opened HP's lid
To see what was the matter,
Then came a horrible clacking,
Tic-tic-tic-clicking,
Hardware techno choir prater.

I shut the lid, and said a quick prayer,
Hoping God could save me from taking a dare,
And shooting the damn contraption
Right then and there.

With a web site visit, and many more clicks,
I found a FAQ answer.
My problem would be fixed.
There within the info sheet
Set my big break:
“Think about it, Dummy,
Did you remove the pink tape?”

So now, I sit here, contemplating,
Perhaps, I should consider
Getting out more, and dating.

The odds are better
. . . with two idiots instead of one.


Details | ABC | |

Some Would Say

sometimes it comes to me  
and it flows so naturally 
like rolling off the tip of my tongue
and that's when you can just
write and write 
without much thought 
but then there's the times 
you have to dig and dig
and it's a fight 
but finally you come up 
with something to write
and in your mind
hey this is a delight 
but what about others
and their insight
some would say i could use
a shrink 
tell me folks what do you think
or did you miss it
when you blinked


Details | Haiku | |

Your Going To Get A Good Whooping

amidst raised marsh land
whooping cranes forges ahead
probing with their bills


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Dance ... ' (Part 2 of 2)

‘ The  Dance … ’


Oh … How I Love To Dance
Why … Do I Love To Dance ? …
Its Rhythmic … Its Ritual
… The Body is So Beautiful ! …

Once … I Saw The Ocean Groove
… That’s The Way, I Want to Move
Earth-Spinning, Round and Round
Don’t You Know … We All Get Down ?

Don’t You Know, What The Good-Book Says
‘God’ … Moves in Mysterious Ways
That Is Why I Love To Dance …
… His Empire, Moves In Elegance !

Lord, Have Mercy, Keep Moving Me
Moving and Grooving, to Your Glory !
Blood-Flowing, Lung – Breathe
‘ The Spirit ‘, is Zooming … You Better Believe !

( Just Look At It Move ‘His’ Girl, MoonBee !_

Acrobat, Hip-Hop, Ballet
Art of Tap, Polka, Reggae’
You Can Do It !… I Know You Can
Just Listen, To That Bible – Band ! …

Music … Just Adds Motivation
Stirs A Soul To Celebration
Dancing … is A Declaration
We’re On Cruise-Control, In His Creation !

Dancing … Can Be A Holy Act
God, and His Son … Like It, Like That
So, Nod Your Head … Do The Wave
Signal ! … You Want To Be Saved !

Don’t Be Shy … At Situation
Meet Me At ‘ The Revelation’
They’re Opening Up, The Garden – Gate
… Hurry Now … Don’t Be Late !

Cherubs, gonna’ Let Us In
No Cover Charge … Bring A Friend
Oh ‘Son of God’ … Please Partner Me
… Dance Me To Eternity !

Oh, How I Love To Dance
It’s A Rhythm – Romance
Passion – Performance
Yes Lord … I Love To Dance

Dance! … into Eternity
Dance! … Better Than A Fantasy
Dance! … Universal Dance Floor
Dance! … Don’t You Wanna’ Dance Some More ?

Dance ! … Now, Can’t You See ? …
Dance ! … We Gon’   P a r t y !
Dance With This Girl, thru The Galaxy
Dance With The Stars and The Only MoonBee

Boys Shout ! … ‘Bring On The Dancing Girls !’
God’s Making A Wonder World
Them … Us … You … and Me …
Still Moving … To His Mystery !

           Now Dance ….


Details | Free verse | |

Close To You

I would climb the highest mountains
cross the great big divide
cayack down a raging river
Move Heaven and Earth
roll in some of the deepest  thorn bushes
let bees swarm my entire body
ride down Mount Everest without brakes
poke a sharp needle in my eye
drink from a dirty stilled vact
Let cats and dogs gough my insides out and
stick a fork in me and twist
all this just  so I can  be close to you






Missing My Jenny
Mama Loves Ya Peanut


Details | Sonnet | |

The Note

I was corner-stoned by many of you.
The note was dotted with a dash.
But this note was an ultimate smash.
I found a peephole and peeped through.
 
I found a bird gave him the note and away he flew,
Across the deserts and the valleys he was there in a flash,
Across the rivers and Oceans he made a great big splash.
He made it to the shore, but the note he began to chew.
 
He passed a timely test,
And his belly was full,
He did not stop to rest,
The note he had to pull.
 
The bird landed on the Oceans shore,
Singing praises of his rugged chore.


Details | Rhyme | |

BB's Rattle

BB's really rattle in the shell
Of a container,loose like bell
Clapper, hanging free to ding
Ideas rattle in poet's brain to ring

The audience, and awake from sleep
Oh! Into a new dimension of deep
Thoughts, understanding of heights above
The ordinary, into a new realm of love  (truth)


(Thank you Lord for your blesssings on me.)


Details | Free verse | |

writing offence

WHERE IS IT WRITTEN

POETRY HAD TO RHYME

WRITE WHAT YOU MIGHT

EVEN IF , IT'S A RHETORIC CRIME.......


Details | Narrative | |

Demonic Irony

I sat on a merry-go-round from, to, and of Hell.
Goblins floating round and round,
Gremlins going up and down.
I sat on the merry-go-round from, to, and of Hell
Playing "Let's make a deal." with the devil himself.
And as his smile turned into knives,
I could see the infinite expanse of lives he had claimed,
like an insurance company running your life,
like an investor running your business,
like a lawyer running your troubles,
but this man led all of the above for millions.
There was suffering in his eyes,
but not his own.
You could tell how many tears have been shed,
but not his.
His hands were hooks,
"all the better to hug you with",
more like all the better to ravage my heart.
His nose was an expanse of two deep holes,
"all the better to smell you with",
more like all the better to sniff up my soul.
His ears were large and bat like,
"all the better to hear your wishes",
more like all the better to hear my supersonic whispers of all my deepest fears.
He spoke:
"Your soul is a small price to pay for true happiness, what do you desire?"
Right there I made my wish,
and before I could barely finish,
a contract pulled up and I scrawled my name.
Keenan MacKay.
After a short while he showed me those knives again,
those reflective blades that refuse to show the whole picture,
a metallic and deceptive smile.
And I smiled back.
For with my wish,
my plea for ultimate power,
I struck him down.
I made him afraid.
And as he cowered in the corner,
I took back my soul and walked away.
But not before I scratched at his feet.
"The Keenan giveth, and the good Keenan taketh away."


Details | List | |

The Good, The Bad, and the Ugh, so Darn Ugly

G;Geico commercials   B;(you knew this was coming); Billy Mays commercials U; 
hour long imfomercials
G;Big, juicy homemade hamburgers  B;White Castle belly burners
G; Best fast food place;by far;All American, Massapequa N.Y. (check it on web- 
always, and rightfully rated  number one  B-white Castles (ugh;belly burners!)
G; Music played with syyle and heart B; Gangster rap/ Disco
G;Family gatherings B;Alone in a dingy room
G;A nice warm shower B; Having no showerhead
G;Staring at TV test patterns for hours (told ya I was weird) B; Gamey game 
shows
G;A nice warm sunny day B;Heavy rain and your roof leaks
G;Creativity B;Malicious destruction(other than a Billy Mays tape)
G;Cooking and eating with family /and/or friends B;Alone with a bag of pretzels
G;Enjoying swimming at the beach or pool B;finding a great white shark in your 
pool
G;Words of love and encouragement B;Mean words of anger/hate
G;Good poetry B;My poetry usually
G;Peaceful sleep all through the night B;Cronic insomnia U;Being awake for 8 
days (as I too well know...one's mind turns into oatmeal)
G;a love of beauty B;Loving your own beauty
G;swiss or cheddar cheese B;Limberger cheese U;Liederkranz (ugh! clear the 
house!!)
G;A full refrigerator (including Tootsie rolls) B;A rerigerator full of food expired 6 
months ago, and now home to strange new species
G;Catching a mouse B;doing the same, but with your teeth
G;Courteous drivers B;New Jersey drivers
G;Religious faith B; Fundamentalist extremists (of any religion)
G;Room deodorizer. B;Dirty unwashed socks your air deodorizer
G;A trusting marriage B;A busting marriage
G;Acoustic guitars B; Acoustic torpedoes
G;M&Ms  B;BBs
G;good books used as tools B;Mediocre books by fools
G;Cleavage B;Seepage
G;Being in a band onstage B;Overfilled audiences leading to rage
G;Jessica Simpson's looks B;Jessica Simpson's mental acumen
G;Eddie Murphy on stage or screen B;Eddie Murphy in real life (I know!)
G;Being loved and adored B;Being lonely and too bored
G;Some money in your pocket B;Your finger in a socket
G;For Bush to get a Lobotomy B; News of Bush's colonoscopy

Enough for now folks.  Have a painless day! 


Details | Narrative | |

Mansions in the Sky

The Stars lit up the skies and nothing could I see,
Except these huge Mansions that fly in the sky.
Swirling winds picked me up and carried me high.
Making trails in the clouds it was just me.
It was breathtaking just to be,
Afloat the top of mansions that fly.
The Moon was bright and the Sun a bit dry.
They were huge and magnificent to oversea.
 Mansions in the sky that fly above it all.
Mesmerized I went in and found no end.
None were too small.
None occupied, not even by a friend!
Mansions that fly fill a brilliant sky,
All emptied but not by I!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich  2006


Details | Carpe Diem | |

the ultimate makeover: how to make your money right

God is the ultimate source of all that you will need
He can give you your heart's desire, just abide by Him in deed
but the real heart of the matter is where your treasures lie
should also be the place where your heart resides

according to the book of Malachi, 
the last prophet in the Old Testament
the church's money was not right  for the congregation 
would not contribute towards the rent
whenever you worship in any house of God, 
you must comprehend and see
that it's the members tithes and offerings 
that maintain the church's property
Malachi had been sent to tell the members 
about the Lord God's command
they then rebelled, and became disobedient
falling short of God's master plans

yet all that you think you own
really belongs to the Lord God
and you have been blessed 
with what you possess
only because of His regards
If your money is not right
It might be because of your behavior
by not following God's Commands 
to  tithe and atone for Jesus Christ the savior
just repent to the Lord God
and confess that you have been remiss
for your money might not get right until
you abide by His promises
just give the Lord His tithes
and offerings that are always due
and only ten percent 
is what He does ask of you
then He will open the windows of heaven
to let blessings come down in abundancy
give as has been given to you
reciprocate God's generosity
understand that disobedient, 
rebellious and unyielding minds
will not prosper not be profitable 
when dealing with God's Kind
for obedience and sacrifice 
will lead you to God's milk and honey
but if you continue to selfish
then your money will stay funny

so whenever you receive a word from God
just do as He expects
sacrifice, compromise
and don't forget to sign the check
the ultimate makeover
having your finances 
come to God's sight
give as the Lord God gave to you
and then your money might get right


Details | Ballad | |

Write Me a Ballad

High on a hill, deep in a sea,
where it is I fall, just bury me.
Raise no stone to mark my spot
write me a ballad so I'll not be forgot.

Say I was a scallywag.
Say I was a brute.
Say I was good lookin'
in my birthday suit.

Say I loved the women,
say they loved me back.
Say my eyes were blue
and my hair was black.

Say I didn't live this long,
say I died a youth.
Write for me a ballad
it doesn't have to be the truth.

Make my ballad a joyful song
so they'll sing of me for ages long.
Remember me; name or face
write me a ballad in either case.

Say I drove the husbands
and the preachers mad.
Say I drank up all the beer,
before a drop went bad.

Say the law could not catch me,
say I ran too fast.
Say I kissed the ladies,
before I made my dash.

Say I was a rounder
and I was forever on the sly.
Write a ballad about me,
even if it is a lie.

Put my ballad to a tune
sing it from July to June.
Sing it to every drunk and bum
too drunk to sing they can only hum.

Don't say I was a gentleman.
Don't say I loved my wife..
Don't say I helped my neighbors,
almost all my life.

Don't let them know how hard I work,.
don't let them know I cry.
Don't let them know I love the Lord
until the day I die.

Don't say I went to church
or I had a heart of gold.
Don't write a ballad about me,
the truth is better told.


Details | Free verse | |

Great Photo Tag Show!!!

Taking photographs is really great
 Ideally this snapper has such taste
  Moved between Oakland and DC
   So that’s the way it’s gonna be 
    By diving into his poetic blog
     Will undo your writer’s clog
      Read his lines and you will find
       Every syllable is truly refined
        With words of hope for the soul
         Leaves the reader with stories untold
          Yes, William poetry also has zest 
           Now he is being put to the real test
            Hello my friend William Jones
             We are here to pick some bones
              You better raise the white flag
               Because you have just been tagged!




Comments:  Okay Bill, I was tagged by Carol Brown.  As a result, I have to pass 
the tag along.   Your name is on the top of the list.  Your poetry is just wonderful!  
Now, you must find a poet whose poetry you enjoy reading, and tag that poet with 
a poem.  Man, aren’t we having fun!  Chau!


Details | I do not know? | |

June-uary

june-uary
where we still have to 
cover up our little dairy airys

can't open the windows
for in fear of it still may snow

but it did reach ninety eight in may
but soon how it went away

now nights reaching for that extra blanket
as temputures hits the low double digits

waking up to morning dew
butterflies can't and won't even land and chew

clouds of mattered grey
just won't let the sun come out to play

just raindrops tapping on my window
as the fury wind whips and blows

cotton balls fluttering thru the air
hearing aw choo's everywhere

not sure if the sun will ever shine
or if the temputures will get out of their binds

for I know july is right around the corner
and I want to be able to celebrate with other horner's

so june-uary please turn your other cheek
and return our sun for which we seek






Details | I do not know? | |

relish

relish, oh relish
scream over your scream
feel ever more deeply
become the great dream
breath ever more deeply
climb ever more steeply
start drowsing- so sleepy
is nothing as seems?
feel, oh feel 
such is grasping and tearing
clawing and gnawing
so harsh and apalling
fighting and brawling
teeth clinched tight and snarling
touching and running
pushing and stunning
crawling with cunning
all in fun we agree


Details | Rhyme | |

Sky High

I am running with the wind.
Catching up with my spirit again,
Until the destined end!
We are Sky High.
I tell you no lie.

I am chasing the Sun.
Side by side and having fun,
Until I am said and done!
It is Sky High.
I tell you no lie.

I am standing on the Moon.
Toe to toe smiling at high noon,
Until midnight comes too soon!
I am Sky High.
Until I die and that’s no lie!

®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Blank verse | |

This is what I sing

Thank you God for loving me
Help me be more Jesusee
Help me do the things you like
Morning, noon all through the night
Thank you God for loving me
Help me be more Jesusee


Details | Rhyme | |

Why I Put Pen To Paper (A Poet's Prayer)

Some of my poems may bring a tear to your eye
And some of them may make you cry
But that is why I write
To help family and friends get through the night
And to keep them company 
Until the first rays of the daylight

Some of my poems are funny
But isn't that better than the ones that make your nose runny?!
However--I don't have any about the Easter Bunny...

Most of my poems are about The Man who died on Calvary
Who bled and died upon the tree
So we can live with Him in Heaven for all Eternity

But regardless--have a nice Resurrection Day!
That is all I have to say to you today
'Cept for I hope one day with your company--
I hope to have a payday...Hey what can I say?!

Anyway--that is why I put pen to paper
To tell everyone about My Lord and Saviour

Nighty Night Night--before you go to sleep tonight
Why don't you get on your knees to pray?
Now rest your weary head and go to bed
Turn off the light...
And sweet dreams--'fore you know it--
It will be daylight!

From
The Desk of Pamela
The Poet Who Knows It!!!


Details | Rhyme | |

Today She Got Her License!!

Today she got her license.
She now thinks she's all grown.
I can't believe my baby
can drive to town ALONE.

Although I tried to fight it, 
the time kept passing by.
Is it wrong to drag my heals? 
You know... I had to try! ! 

She use to be so small.
It seems like yesterday
when I would watch her sing her songs
and giggle while she'd play.

I have to trust her judgement.
Of course she knows what's right.
I pray God keeps her by His side
even when she's not in sight.


Details | Light Poetry | |

He Said She Said { Footle }

her lips                             his eyes
    just flips                                tells lies


      her nose                            his ears
            just glows                           snipped spears

          cheekbones                              his chin
                   like stones                              looks grim

                 eyebrows                                lashes
                          just wow                              flashes






Details | Free verse | |

My unlucky car.

          
                   I brought it for one thousand pounds in 1982
                             Second hand you understand not new.
                         No it wasn't an Austin or ford,
                        humble three wheeler,
                           plastic pig to me and you.
               
                  I was the proudest person on the road,
                 four months later, i was many off the road.
                 Because it was so light the wind caught it  like a kite.
         
                  It skidded on its side rolled on its roof,
                   with witness gaping for living proof
                   After the damage was assessed ,Ifelt like wringing the mechanics 
                      neck.              
                   One hundred fifty pounds scrap,
                  five hundred pounds repair,
                 I left in deep despair.
                
                  Eventually Ihad it repaired drove one year accident free.
                  
                 Four months later I passed my test,
                 so I did what I thought was best.
                  I sold it for five hundred and borrowed the rest.

                  Though fate was to strike again,
                    this time a fork lift was to blame.
                    Again the damage was five hundred,
                  so the new owner did the same.

                    Except bringing her back from repair she bolted,
                            like a startled mare.
                     A blow out was the course, a ditch the only course.
                        So if you see lal865p    
                       look and stare and thank your lucky stars,
                                she wasn't yours.
                         
                   
                 


Details | Narrative | |

STAY IN YOUR LANE

people's lives would be less chaotic and probably more sane
if on the road of life they would just stay in their lane
one shouldn't try to preach the gospel if from God you didn't get a calling
and you shouldn't attempt to go mountain climbing if you have a fear of falling
you need to stay out of the kitchen if you don't know how to cook
and don't aspire to be a fisherman if you're too squimish to bait the hook
don't dream about being a model if you can't even hold a pose
and don't take the sanitation worker's test if you have a sensitive nose
forget about becoming a doctor if at the sight of blood you pass out
and don't try to be a therapist until you know what you're talking about
God gave each of us His love, free will and a functioning brain
so find that vehicle that's just for you and learn to stay in your lane

stay away from a law enforcement career if you're too scared to carry a gun 
and a firefighter is not the job for you if into a burning building you're not willing to run
you might not make a good writer if you don't know how to spell
and being a referee is not your thing if you don't know when to ring the bell
don't strive to be a Navy seal if you don't know how to swim
and being a seamstress might not be up your alley if you don't how to sew a hem
and when you find yourself in a job that doesn't fit you have only yourself to blame
for you went against what God had in mind for you and you didn't stay in your lane

you might be a bettter long distance runner even though you wanted to be a sprinter
your game might be more powerful as a forward and not being the team's center
you'd probably be more successful doing the backstroke instead of being a high diver
and you might be more effective as an instructor and not a NASCAR driver
you might be a better player for the team as a tight end and not a running back
even though it's been your life long desire to be the team's quarterback
and your life might be more fulfilling if you go on to become a school teacher
and don't think that everyone you see in the pulpit was meant to be a preacher
so while driving on the road of life try to stay in between those white lines
and then seek the Kingdom of God first and you'll probably do fine
search inside yourself for that unique gift from God that has only your name
and in whatever vehicle in life you drive just make sure you stay in your lane


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Two Important Things Never to Forget

Each day we face many mental perils, have to make many important decisions, 
like what color socks to wear.  Some things must take priority, however, and it's 
important to keep them in mind.  The first is to be comfortable with yourself; you 
may not be perfect, but, darn, who is?  Be happy with yourself if you can truely say 
I did not intentionally hurt anyone today.  There's more than enough bad people 
out there to do that for you.  So pat yourself on the back for a day of sainthood!
The second thing is....uh...the second thing is....um...is...shoot, I don't remember!


Details | I do not know? | |

THE DISGRUNTLED PASSENGER

The bus is late and it is starting to rain, 
when the bus arrives, you’ll be sure to complain.
The schedule said it would be there at eight,
once again you are running real late.
You dial Customer service on your cellular phone,
there is no answer and you’re feeling alone.
All you want is to hear a live person,
you can’t get through and the rain starts to worsen. 
You take out your umbrella but it will not open,	
it is bent out of shape and the button is broken.
Every other bus number arrives at that stop,
It will take some time for your blood pressure to drop.
At this point, you are starting to get nervous,
You begin to wonder if the bus is in service.
You have been splashed by a number of cars,
at the end of this ordeal you’ll be behind bars!
The bus finally comes but you have waited a while,
The driver opens the door and greets you with a smile.
You shout at the driver, “Where the hell have you been?”
“I don’t particularly care for your stupid little grin!”
The driver said, “Sir I’m sorry for running behind
but the rush hour traffic has been quite a grind.”
You step on the bus all soaked and wet,
you want the driver to know that you’re really upset.
You curse out the driver and create quite a scene,
You start to act ignorant, belligerent and mean.
The police arrive promptly and escort you off the bus,
there are things about that morning you need to discuss.
The Officer asked the driver, “Why did this occur?”
he said, “I was late and he became a disgruntled passenger.”


Details | Rhyme | |

A Pastor's Wish

Oh how I wish our church would grow,
seems our attendance has been low.

What great blessings our church could reap,
if only they would stop falling asleep.

The sanctuary was too hot or maybe cold,
why not buy softer pews I am often told.

The music was too loud or sermon too long,
you never sing my favorite song.

Just one week without a complaint,
so unbelievable I would probably faint.

The basement floods and the van don’t work,
then the council fired my only clerk.

There are those who gossip and fight,
who stir up trouble just for spite.

So I am also a fireman and a cop,
as well as a baby-sitter nonstop.

Oh how I wish my church would grow,
so I could meet new people I didn’t know.









Details | Rhyme | |

Laughter


I truly laugh at all the jokes I receive everyday, 
And all the funny things that online I get to read, 
They come in so many forms and my funny bone they always feed, 
The gift of happiness and laughter,also comes from Him, indeed! 

We all agree that laughter is a good thing to the soul, 
It's a good medicine to the spirit, just like an apple it's to the body they say, 
We can all cry tears of sadness, but also, cry tears of happiness, don't you see? 
Laughter can cleanse our spirits and souls, and makes us again feel whole 

Don't hold it back, smile, laugh and let yourself go, 
Loosen up and let your tickle bone laugh and have some fun, 
Don't take life too seriously all the time, that you forget to smile and laugh, 
Problems will come but sooner or later they will go with another sun 

So laugh and let all your cares and worries just go from your mind and your soul, 
Laughter is a great medicine for the soul, being stressed and sad just takes its toll! 



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2005-2009 


Details | Name | |

A Life Tray

A day is coming and passes away.
Memories are adding in a Life tray.
Few good or wrong and bad occasions,
Cycling in a cycle but all in seasons.

Fate is treating in a same defeating,
Unfortunate person is always waiting.
Working hard but admitting a mistake,
Wasting his time and fishing on a Lake.

One day will come I’ll be a fortunate,
I will tease my mate to reach at late.
Money will play a game to roll overcome,
When she‘ll love me I‘ll open a bear drum.

We’ll dance together to sing a song,
A day‘ll come brighter after a dark long.
Money has a life but life is nothing,
Opportunity is risk, achieving something.


Details | Rhyme | |

Off The Road Again

Off the road again
Just our ATV's 
And some good friends
Hitting the trails 
And winding bends
Starting and Making
Some new and different trends
On our ATV's once again
Cleaning the mud and gunk
From our teeth that just blends
With our armor that continues to defend
The king of off road that just wants to send
A here's mud in your eye to all 
My good buddies and friends




Tribute To ATV's
Here's Mud In Your Eye   LOL


Love Kathy & Jenny
Maybe Next Song Too


Details | Sonnet | |

All Fool's Day Sonnet

The wolves are out howling at the full moon
Jokesters are next and will be here real soon
I am holding tight to my silver spoon
See you in Dodge City when it’s high noon

My heart skipping and jumping as it beats
Knowing this day will be a fancy treat
Some folks are waiting to turn up the heat
I like this day because it is so neat

All Fool’s Day is remembered far and wide
With a smile I think I will stay inside
My heart will sing and also try to hide
Whisper All Fool’s Day and stand by my side

The wolves are out howling at the moon
Jokesters are next and will be coming soon!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Last Chance Quiz

The challenge ends at midnight, tonight,
New york time

The questions, again:

1)What is the significance of "The Mystic Knights Of the Sea"

2) What is the significance of the following: Up, Down,Top, Bottom, Strange,
Charmed.....

1st prize- a tom bell autographed poetry book
2nd prize- not getting a tom bell poetry book
GRAND PRIZE!!!!-Banning tom bell from this site forever, if you so wish

The decisions of the judge (me!) will be final,  well at least for a week.....


Details | Lanterne | |

What A Mom {Lanterne}

                                                            Mom
                                                           A  Doc
                                                  Cook Maid Bank
                                                Sometimes just called
                                                               Ma






Tribute To All Our
 Wonderful Mothers
And The Jobs They Have To Endure
With  Children


Details | Narrative | |

I Hold No Fear

Tomorrow comes and oh God how it goes!
Do I care, why should I lend all of my spares? 
I’ll never know what tomorrow holds!
“Oh my”, how could I, what is it that I need to do?
Blessed by God, sure he loves me but what about you?
Why today and why tonight I really don’t care! 
I know that I love me no matter what my eyes can see!
Take it all but hold the very last thought that we share! 
My God, My God how I hope you all know what it is that you truly believe!
“Oh my”, capture and redeem my mind!
Complete my being that lives alive inside of me!
God you love me, these eyes have no doubt with that which they can see!
“God”, you know you have done all of this to me! 
Oh how you have loved these things that I can see!
Sheltered, protected, yet, condemned by that which I know you believe!
If I could, I think that I would, but oh God how I do stand here!
Come and get me with all of that, which I know you believe! 
Please God, just come take my all of me! 
I am still here my Lord and I hold no fear!
Tomorrow, hmm just another day for me to believe!
Oh well! Guess I’ll just have to see it through!
Ask me anything and I will tell you! 
I think we all know what it is that we should do!
Escaping the reality of what really should be, 
Oh God, I am so very here do you know what tomorrow will be? 
I’m still here my Lord and I am holding absolutely no fear!
Each morning the Sun rises to approach a brand new day. 
No doubt that I do love me!
Embraced with the thought that you have come just for me, 
I’m engulfed with this moment that I have finally achieved.
Oh my, I know that I could because I am coming to you. 
Where are you my Lord I just need to be so very near!
God you do love me! Oh how I knew that you always would! 
I’ve walked so many miles with you each and every single day, 
And I am still right here my Lord and I hold no fear!

© COPYRIGHT: 1997  ANN RICH


Details | Sonnet | |

Catch 22

Well, there is a loophole right there.
And by golly gee there’s one here.
Easy to step into those cracks,
Losing balance and be all out of whack.

Step by step and baby ones at that,
Tiptoeing and being mighty slow.
But I bet you have all come to know,
A catch 22 has a knack.

Nothing is glued,
Too many corner stones,
How lewd!
Fragile are my bones.

Peeping through,
Seeing route 44’s for those catch 22’s.

®Registered: Ann Rich   2005


Details | Light Poetry | |

He Preached That Last Year

when the Pastor stepped up to the pulpit and then started to preach
someone in the congregation stood up and then screeched
"Pastor, I'm sure you preached that last year,
 we all need to here something new up in here"
I thought to myself that was not right
for every sermon and scripture have different insight
it's not the actual words you must learn
but the message from the Spirit  you must discern

so the Pastor continued on with his talk
told that church member "be quiet and do not balk,
for the words that I speak to you this day
if you but listen and learn may affect you another way
yes, I might have spoken from this same scripture
but the spiritual message may give you a whole new picture
if  the words and the sermon seem familiar in your mind
maybe the Spirit is trying to tell you, you didn't get it the first time"

there are many people who fail to see and understand 
that the word of God is universal to each and every man
as we all don't hear and comprehend just the same
but we know the power of the message is that God does reign

so if you ever hear someone use the same speech
don't be rude and tell them you've already heard them preach
just maybe there's a reason why YOU are still sitting there
for if the message does not penetrate NOW, maybe you'll get it next year




Details | Acrostic | |

Internal Rush

Delight sings in her slow dancing verses
Responding to internal joy
Under its spell of illusion
I consider returning reply
Duty compels me to reason
I shake off her clutching hands
Coils shatter loose in confusion

Descending to fall at my feet
Responding in kind
And trying to find
Colorful words of endeavor
Or stating it simply
No hidden evasion
I mean no invasion of Self
An attempt at reply to an acrostic cry
Never tempered my internal elf


Details | Rhyme | |

Playing the Course

Nothing beats a day playing the course,
where I'm always looking for one good shot.

What will be my driving force,
surely the best wood that I've got.

With almost three hundred yards to the cup,
hope my ball finds good lie.

All is quiet and no one to interrupt,
a steady swing and the ball will fly. 

The ball has good distance and height,
until it hooks left into a tree.

Making par might be out of sight, 
since my ball I cannot see.

Make it on the green in two I doubt, 
maybe this just isn't my day.

Four inches and a little slope,
separate me from going one under.

It's going in for sure but nope, 
now I play for par due to my blunder. 

I didn't shoot well but I'll feel no remorse,
for I love playing the course.


Details | Quatrain | |

Thank-You Garden

The garden is producing food
as we go about our day.
Without so much as a thank-you
this garden goes away.

While in full swing, we pick it's fruit
and never look back.
We haul it in as if it's loot
that fills our empty sack.

One day I'd like to thank-you
for the goodness you provide.
I hope I'll have the time to
but time passes like the tide.

No matter what you're thinking
I appreciate your care
Maybe you're just a garden,
but I'm sure glad you're there!!


Details | Personification | |

What!!!!

Who are we to say that “when a tree falls in the forest some day does it make a 
sound especially if no one is around?”

Only one thing is for certain that is to be as long as no one got hurt, or it did not 
cause damage to any property “who cares”

These things and sayings are what it is to be, and only the lessons learned are 
what they are to me

And for One final not any tree that falls in a forest with no one around makes one 
simple sound “ THUD “ You learnt that one from me 

LDN


Details | I do not know? | |

Found it!

Unlike precipitation,
This stuff called Inspiration
Doesn't fall from the sky
My oh, my, no, it doesn't fall from the sky
It's hard to find, and nice to get
But if you don't have it, don't throw a fit
Just work your mind stretching it far
Think of all things from the ocean's, to stars
And then maybe, just maybe 
You will find the key
And write a poem... just like me


Details | Rhyme | |

The Day We Were Wed

Ten years have past since the day we were wed,
till death do us part is what we said.

We’ve faced all challenges both good and bad,
happy times and some that were sad.

We’ve had our share of quarrels and fights,
experienced many sleepless nights.

She has been there for me all along the way,
so by my side I pray she will always stay.

She has made me the man I am today,
my best friend I am happy to say.

I want to be as good to her as she is to me,
hope I am the best husband I can be.

Many laughs and two kids later,
I could never imagined anything greater.

Because of how she has changed my life,
I am forever proud to call her my wife,

I’ll never forget the vows we said,
or the day we were wed.







Details | Rhyme | |

Rhyme and Reason

A pen in my right hand, 
And I am off to la-la land.
I’m zipping through the zoo,
Or just passing by you!

Poetsville is a city to be,
There are great big trees.
Homes are huge there.
Rhyme and reason are pretty fair.

Little people dance in the streets,
Shuffling their tiny little feet’s!
Always a song and always a voice,
Lyrics dangle in the breeze by choice.

There is always a Rhyme with a Reason,
Sprinkling rainbows for the next season!
Rain or shine the poet knows how,
To turn it around making words that wow.

There are deserts and oceans by the shore,
You can count them one, two, three and four.
It is a rhyme and reason just for being,
Right side up with what you are seeing.

So off to la-la Land I will be,
Just my pen and just me!

®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


Details | I do not know? | |

Waste of your time

life is too short,
to be wasting it, 
reading a poem like this.


Details | Ballade | |

Picking And A Grinning { Bluegrass}

                                            When we all get to Heaven
                                                 You may see me walkin'
                                              Here there everywhere
                                  For I'm just a blue ridge mountain boy
                             thumbing for a ride down a lonely banjo road
                        With old Joe Clark livin just' two doors down from me
                                         Leaning on the everlasting arms
                                          Of his sweet Tennessee Rose gal
                                                If teardrops were pennies
                                         I could buy two more bottles of wine
                                                 So  please Mr. Sandman
                                              I'm crying my heart out over you
                                                     For this is all I can do
                                          As I pick these bluegrass banjo blues
                                         From my Tennessee Mountain home roads
                                                           That I once knew
                                      
                                           


Just A Bluegrass song
working on  LOL


Details | Haiku | |

This Bud's For You

                                                          amidst garden floor
                                                        the honeybee gets busy
                                                            pollinating buds










Gotta Like A Good Buzz LOL


Details | I do not know? | |

Llama

Nothing rhymes with llama
Nothing rhymes with lava
HEY! Llama and lava rhyme
I guess I knew that the whole time
When I see a llama, I shout
But when I see it not burning in lava, I pout
Ok, so that's not true
But I'm sitting here quietly with nothing to do......
I just realized that I've never seen a llama in the zoo.
I'm really starting to hate llamas now
I really wish they would all burn in lava
Still not true....
Still with nothing better to do...


Details | Lanterne | |

That's My Pops

                                                            Dad
                                                       Big boss
                                                       Mechnic
                                                    Money maker
                                                            Pops





Tribute To The Wonderful Dads 
Out There   Big Thanks For All
You Do In And Out Of The Household


Details | Rhyme | |

A Body's Wish

Oh how I wish he would take care of me,
we’re not getting any younger he must see.

Ever since the day he learned to walk and run,
we’ve gone to great lengths to have fun.

Early on at the young age of three,
he was climbing and fell out of a tree.

Rushed to the hospital to access the harm,
luckily it was only a broken arm.

Then at the age of only six,
yet another broken bone to fix.

While playing on the roof so high,
he slid off to meet the ground hard and dry.

The result was not one but two broken feet,
so having to use crutches was quite a treat.

Because getting around was no longer something of ease,
he couldn’t go as he would please.

Then while playing ball at the age of eight,
received a broken nose while at the plate.

Several broken bones and many bruises later,
he has become a sports spectator.

The safety of the sideline is where he needs to be,
so that he can take care of me.







Details | I do not know? | |

Come out and play

I look out my window and what do I see 
All kinds of birds sitting in a tree
They squawk and they chirp 
Come out, come out, come out and play
You are missing such a beautiful day
Longing fills my heart so 
Thinking and wishing that I could go
Fly through the air with not a care
Be a bird with them out there
But alas this is not to be
I can not fly like the birds in the trees
So I sit and I watch the birds at play
Dreaming that someday I just may
Go dancing in the wind, twirling in a spin
Soaring here and there going everywhere
The birds will laugh and chuckle 
To see this wonderers sight
A human who can fly just like a kite 
I answered their plea to come out to play 
We all had such a wonderful day


Details | Rhyme | |

A Thing Called Exercise

A Thing Called Exercise

A thing called exercise is never fun,
especially when you weigh a ton.

No more of those sweet fattening pies,
or tall orders of chili cheese fries.

You must eat right and workout every day,
for excess pounds you have to sweat away.

Get up early and jog endlessly around a track,
only to feel like you’re having a heart attack. 

Drink bottled water for added appeal,
to go along with a tasteless low carb meal.

Is it really worth it I have to ask,
for staying fit is a quite a task.

Seems living longer is the only perk,
in spite of all the work.

Not to mention how good you would look,
but what about all the time it took.

For some it is a new way of life,
yet others would rather go under the knife.

It usually hurts to try something new,
but a thing called exercise could be good for you.


Details | Free verse | |

Addictions

Its gotten hold of me once again,
A siren call in my mind,
Its blood in my veins,
Its heart pounding in my brain!
No choice but to answer its call!!
I’m caught in its blackhole web!
My hunger has to be fed!
Its been . . . far . . . too long!

I’m a shipwrecked voyager,
Lost at sea.
I’m a butterfly moth,
Lost in the wind!
I’m a lone teardrop,
Forgotten in the rain!
The dragon has left me screaming!
A voice shrieking with the choir!
The dragon has stolen my voice!
My silent screams . . .
Sundered my soul . . .shattered my body
My body

Its gotten hold of me once again,
A siren call in my mind,
Its blood in my veins,
Its heart pounding in my brain!
No choice but to answer its call!!
I’m caught in its blackhole web!
My hunger has to be fed!
Its been . . . far . . . too long!

So it is under a blood red sky,
With my heart weighing heavily,
And my mind numb with desire,
With my quivering hands and blurred visions . . .
I turn on the television.


Details | Epigram | |

What if?

What makes a soul happy?
I heard someone say
Why, a barrel of monkeys
Or a romp in the hay

Then what makes a soul sing?
I asked someone once
She let out a sound 
Like she just had her lunch.

So I asked a small creature
What makes it so small?
Why I guess that would be
The Creator of all.

Though the creature can’t talk
It knows what it is
And doesn’t spend time
In a continual quiz

But we like to ask questions
And ponder our fate
And pretend that there’s 
Nothing here left to debate

So what makes a soul happy?
I asked in a prayer
Then suddenly developed
A horrible fear

What if there’s no answer?
What if He’s a fake?
Then a voice said so softly..
“Cookies and Cake.”


Details | Alliteration | |

Yellow Fellar

Poor beautiful yellow snail just enjoying sitting on the railroad rail
So sleek in God's design
Moving so slowly just sliding, slipping along
Here comes the morning train
Well, it won't be very long


Details | Rhyme | |

Whatever

To the virtue of patience I must say whatever,
for it’s something I have hardly ever. 

Each day is filled to the max,
no time to sit around or be lax. 

Little chance for a break is nothing new,
since I have so much that I have to do.

I live in the fast lane while I still can,
before I turn into an old man.

There is so much I still want to endeavor,
so those who try and hinder me I say whatever.

I will accomplish my goals no matter what it takes,
or inspite of the sacrifice it makes.

The opportunity will not always be there,
and the sense of accomplishment is beyond compare.

The hard work will pay off one day,
it was well worth the effort I hope to say.

At least I am doing something,
better than sitting around doing nothing.

Although I drive fast and slow down almost never,
to those who can’t understand I say whatever.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Wife's Wish

Oh How I wish he would clean up his mess,
so for once I could do less.

He leaves his clothes all over the floor,
forgets to shut his underwear drawer.

He drinks milk straight from the jug,
tracks mud all over the new rug

A new roll of toilet paper in the old one’s place,
I usually have to replace.

Dinner will take an hour to prepare,
yet he devours it as if he don’t care.

Then after dinner he simply walks away,
and in his chair is where he’ll lay.

But the thing for which he is renown,
is never putting the toilet seat down.

There’s not much I ask him to do,
just his manly duties which are very few.

Take out trash and mow the grass,
car repairs and pump the gas.

There are times he makes me so mad,
but he is a great husband and dad.














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Reason

Don’t talk with a reason 
For you must understand why should you 
Talk with a reason 
Did you understand and will you?
As it is bad to talk with a reason
No it is not necessary for you
Talking is good but with a reason 
Such as this is bad for you
As you would be in this position 
Of a worse side of you
It is, yes a bad habit 
It is, yes a horrific habit
It is, yes an awful habit
Who will be the victim?
And who will be the culprit?
No it is not tough to determine
But if you talk about a person 
In whose absence you talk
And you say a few bad things about the person
And the person knows not
So it is certainly a bad habit
Beware that backbiting is a dreadful act 
And a bad habit too
So don’t talk with a motive such as this.


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Appetite for Light

The light
It peeks through
The Venetian blinds
As I rise to greet the day

It pokes
As if to say
“Hey you, get up!”
With it said, I do

This sunlight
It’s a gift from 
Heaven itself
Bestowed unto us

Ironically it appears
Pretty much the same time
Each day, as God opens His
Refrigerator to get a bite to eat


Details | Ballad | |

The Spider and the Slug (For Sharon)

Once upon a time
there was a mean ol' spider
who bought his socks
in pairs of 4

He bristled with poison
and had a nasty temperment
Spreading fear and killing others
Everywhere he went

One day a sweet hearted slug
came crawling near his web
Slimy and slow moving
Leaving his trail of goo

Now Mr. Spider decided he'd show who's boss
and if it came to a toss off, he was at a loss
Cause you can't bit a slug
Or sting it, or capture in a web
He's slow and dim witted maybe
But he sure as heck aint dead

Mr. Spider's reward for trying
was just as it had ought
His 8 legs got so darn slimy
You might say he was caught

But Mr. Slug was not so vengeful
As to a hurt a living thing
He crawled off to the shadows
To do what sluggies do
The spider soon dried out
And now he had a clue

Don't mess with those so helpless
You might just be surprised
You may be as tough as nails
But look deep in side their eyes
A slug is a slug
God made him that
and he has no complaint
He is what he is and hear me now
Although he's not a saint
He is what he is
And more than that
He isn't what he ain't.

(ad libbed line by line- and I'll send you a whole bag of Tootsie Rolls!) 



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Where's the Money?

Where’s the money I often say,
for the stack of bills I have to pay.

Work all day and through the night,
only to receive a paycheck that is light. 

Blood, sweat, and countless tears,
as the money quickly disappears.

Unfortunately there is never enough,
Which makes times quite tough.

Seems those who will lie and cheat in a flash,
have a never ending supply of cash.

But I strive to be a God fearing man,
living as clean and honest as I can.

So I wonder what I have to do,
or what must I go through.

Will I ever be able to get ahead,
before I am too old or even dead.

Never will I be a millionaire,
But God knows my every need and care.

Although where’s the money is what I say,
I know the answer is to fervently pray.








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Money Grabber

Do you know how to use your brain?
Cost is only a pound just sit in a train.
Do you know what your fortune is?
Cost is only a pound to choose a fan.

Before to declare a name of your friend,
You need a gift cost is one pound a man.
You need a place reserve for a meeting,
Cost is only a Pound otherwise you are ban.

You need a glass of beer to talk to her,
Cost is a pound if you want to buy a can.
If you want to walk to enjoy a trip,
A pound for umbrella to secure you from rain.

You are very lucky we can’t offer more,
Come back again you are a person main.
We have a good service tell to your friend,
We used our mind for money grabber chain.


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Time for Equality

Alright you guys, just listen up, it's time for me to vent.
The day has come to recognize, somehow we must repent.
For centuries now, we've acted as, we are much better than,
our counterparts the girls and gals or a.k.a. WOMAN!
They wash our clothes, they cook our food, keep clean things round the house, yet still somehow we all believe that we're the supreme spouse.
Baloney, that's a bunch of crap, it's time to tell them all, 
so get up off you're your BIG fat butt, and turn off that football.
Admit to them, for once for all, as hard as that may seem,
equalitys' found a brand new day, a day they should redeem.
Their dignity, their pride, their trust and all that we've assumed,
that once was our's to have and keep, self-righteously entombed.
They brought our children to this world, and labored major pain,
while we felt slighted .... 'er lack of sex, how dare they do abstain?
They truly are our equals now, so guy's let's all admit, 
they always have been all along, because of gender split.
Just stop and think, what would you do, if all of them weren't here?
Imagine living Man to Man... My God, Good Grief, .... Oh Dear !!!!!!!!


Details | Senryu | |

Think Deep

density of thought
can lead to a mind of rock
and enlightenment.


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Hidden Gift

This is a funny story,
How I found what I call glory.
I have tried all kinds of hobbies. 
None of them ever satisfied me.
I did't know I had this gift, until
I used a pen and paper so swift.
I love to write, it makes me feel good.
I like stories that can be understood.
I called my mom who lives out of town 
I told her about my gift I had found.
She laughed and told me it was nice.
She also gave me some sound advice.
Months went by and the years too,
I just kept writing like I always do.
My husband had a smile when I came 
home one day, he really acted like he 
had something to say.
He said I missed a call that he had 
took.
He gave me a kiss and said "" They're
going to publish your book.""
I jumped for joy and began to smile,
So thankful for the hidden gift I found.


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My wallet is empty

Wallet is empty
Heart with no money
This pencil and pad 
Make me very glad
It’s all that I have 
Scribbling down words
Of things that are me 
Things that make me sad 
Or make me real mad
The inside of me 
Is what you can read 
Times might seem quite bad
A chump with a pen 
Scrub with some paper


Details | Ballad | |

Big Bad Mama

I'm the woman behind the man behind the wheel
Let's Giddy -Up-Go My phantom 309
Give me forty acres Eighteen wheels And a dozen roses
For this is a trucker's last ride Eastbound Westbound
Let's start us a Convoy I know there's a love story
in the making under the bright Kansas City lights
Roll on Big Mama This is your Teddy Bear from
the old home filler up and keep Cafe 
Just put the hammer down and 
let's see how fast them a trucks can a go
For Mama knows the highway And the girl
on the billboard too Rolling past on a trucking cafe
With my big wheels in the moonlight Rolling me
away from you For I'm a truck driving Mama
Looking for someone else I once knew


                           { Over and I'm Goneeee }    LOL





Tribute To
Our Truckers
Of The Roads


Also a song 
again working on  lol


Details | I do not know? | |

SAFE ON THE ARK

Thunder rumbled
And the heavens grew dark.
Noah herded the animals
Into the ark.
                                             
From aardvarks to zebras,
From wildebeests to bats,        
There were field mice and rabbits
And great jungle cats.
                                             
There were elephants and rhinos.
There were cattle and sheep.
There were creatures that wiggle.
There were creatures that creep.
                                             
But the favorite creatures,
In God's loving eyes,
Were Mrs. Noah and Noah,
Their three sons and their wives.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Who Says?

who says I can't do it?
how would they know?
you ain't gona crush my dreams, my confidence (even if I AM delusional!)
we'll see!
just you wait!


Details | Free verse | |

Charmed

Charmed, 
By 
Your intoxicating beauty and audacious love, 
I will never tremble, nor surrender---
My balls to criticism, like a coward soldier. 

I’ll 
Give 
My 
Best

...to complete satisfaction, of my malicious desire, 
...to sensual body, like yours, I have dreamt of, 
With such courage, ‘cos when I see you, as always,

I’ll 
Find 
My 
Fear---

Charmed,
By 
Your intoxicating beauty and audacious love. Oh, when 
I see you, at times when the morning orb won’t shine 
On me, surely, I’ll find my balls, hard, as it was once!    


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POCKETS.......POCKETS

Get your hands out of my
pockets. The palmer worm,
the canker worm swirling 
all around me...How can I live
with your hand always out.
Devouring all of my money.
How can I tithe with all these
bills drowning me?
I'm so deep in debt.I've cried
out loud and no one has heard
me yet. A friend wounded me to
my face;telling me about a 
robbery that took place. In the
end I was called a thief and a
robber.I sob and cried some 
more.Remembering the tithe
don't belong to me and God 
will always get His money!  


Details | Quatrain | |

To Write That One

I wish to write a poem, great
One that serves well to inspire
With words selected, choice yet sweet
Perhaps, speak of desire

I wish to write a poem, great
That many would remember
They’d keep it in their hearts and minds
From January through December

I wish to write a poem, great
That would really make my mark
Let it burn like a fire out of control
From my mind, set ablaze with a spark

I wish to write a poem, great
Or maybe one that’s just enjoyed
You can’t become rich writing in verse
That is why I’m still employed


Details | Ballad | |

DOORS

I stood aside... 
Holding a door 
Not knowing what is was all for 
So many people passed through... 
In a blur of speed 
I couldn't count them too 

When the world moved on 
I was left holding the door 
I stood aside, 
as it flowed past, 
as it flowed fast 
The speed I saw 

The moon and stars, 
sucked through the open door 
Pulled in, 
swished through like a magicians' cape 
All I could do... 
Stand and gape 

I looked inside.... 
Peeped around the door 
I was astounded at what I saw! 
New worlds, evolving 
New galaxies, revolving 

I held an open door 
For, billions of stars 
People too 
Why? 
What was it all for? 

What would happen if I closed the door? 
I dare not! 
There seems purpose in this 
A stream of consciousness 
I must learn more 

When is door not a door? 
When you stand holding it, 
wondering what it is  for 

In a world passing by... 
In a blur of speed 
Some, stop and learn 
They can but try, 
To stop a world , 
turn by turn 

The people holding the door, 
stop and think 
Watching worlds and people sink 
They understand that , 
what passes through... 
Is not always right 
Not always true 

Doors..... 
When it was my time to learn 
I stood aside 
I held one for a while 
When it was my turn... 
I let go... 
With a brave smile... 
I let it slide... 
Walked on through, 
to the other side! 


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Clouds

When Sun delivers shine skin starts to burn,
Body is seeking protection from sharp rays.
Water vaporises and converts as clouds,
Rain comes and air delivers weather cold.

My son came to me and asks about natural system,
Why does rain come down, why don’t clouds go up?
If water evaporates with the heat waves,
And how clouds stay in the sky to cover rays?


Details | I do not know? | |

Little Lisa

Lisa is a girl of mine,
she's cute and sweet as wine;
she always hugs and kisses me,
she's simply bright and gay.

She never fails to make me smile,
she's full of little tricks;
her eyes are round, they're big and dark,
they’re dark as a moonless night.

Lisa, Lisa, you're my little lady,
Lisa, Lisa, you're my naughty baby.
Lisa, Lisa, don't you grow up fast,
don't you grow up fast,
let's make our time together last.

Hey! my Lisa, don't you know
I'm so in love with you;
although you're fat, you make me glad
to be your loving dad.

Don't ever tell your mother dear
about the love we share;
she'll just become jealous and mean,
that's surely trouble then.



Details | I do not know? | |

Love battle

Love battles

Pascale Ribal

I scrambled for love with all my body.
I fought for love with all my heart.
All the time I wanted to be love.
All the time I needed some one to love me.
Now I am there and here they are ready for my love.
Now I am looking at myself still in doubts of what I can’t tell.
Was I a man before now?
Was it designed for me to tremble before love? 
Well, why is describing my love such a pain?
Well, why is talking about my love such a phobia?
Today is all gone because she is my doctor.
Today I will become that great hero just for you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Closer to a Grillionaire


There is a man who made a cool  Mill'..          

    all because of a Foreman Grill.     

Now, I hear through the grape-vine air      

this man is closer to a Grillionaire !


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Be Happy (Cinq Trois)

With whole heart, I wish to impart
warm feelings, from across the many miles
as I tickle your funny bone with voice.
Laughter? You haven’t a choice
So, my dearest friend, just smile!

I need to mention with good intention
that truly your happiness is my reward.
It is important that you show glee,
if not, it would disappoint me
and disappointment is nothing I can afford.


Cinq Trois - my own style again this time with a rhyme in line half way through 
and at the end. Then line 2 rhymes with 5 and line 3 rhyms with 4.


Details | Rhyme | |

Itches

Itches are like fleas. Always trying to bother me. Itches,they are so confused not 
knowing what to do. So they will continue to bother you.

Itches like to fuss and fight . They find this  type activity a delight. Itches become 
blue when they can't get next to you. Itches come in many different degrees, 
bringing discord among the saints and the ain'ts.

There is no specific shape, size or color.There's no reason or rhyme to their 
madness. The ultimate goal is to bring confusion and sadness.

An itch could be me and it could be you .You don't have to be a female to know 
this is true.An itch can never be satisfied at anyones's happiness(that abides 
inside).

An itch has a job to do and that's to bother you.Take your pick at which type of itch 
it will be emotionally,financially,it's just a start you see.Itches range from A to Z, 
but when you pick your itch, choose carefully.

Itches don;t come to stay, they go away and come another day.Itches come to 
make you pray .The more you pray determines the stay. So, pray away your itch 
today so you can grow and be on you way.

Complaining about an itch will make you blue and others  around  you.You know 
what to do so don't allow the itch to control you.

You know that the itch has a job to do, so don't do you ! Pray through!


Details | I do not know? | |

To many pills

Dislike 
Idislike this long hike, on this rusty old bike
I sick of this 
I dislike these training wheels, all these hills
To  many pills
meth kills , over due bills
Every friend i have steels
too many pills 
tooth decay, so the dentist drills 
cavity fills
all these deals 
scatter brained, and bong water spills
take a brake, give back what you take 
your a fake 
my mistake
your self you make 
stay awake 
stay awake
piece of cake heart brake the more I give the more you take
I draw a blank
empty tank
too many pills over due bills everyone I know deals
and Im trapped