Chocolate Moose Girl
A Sunday brunch one day went me
when she I saw, at table three.
From my mind to forget, never nor maybe.
For on this radiant sunny Sunday afternoon
in the Botanical Garden, my favorite room
sat at a table, grandmother and she.
The walls lined in fragrant ferns of green
baroque blossom ladies in gilded frames seen.
Her simple beauty profile delicate cherry flourish tree.
Now this vision alone, fulfilled my eyesight hunger greatly
when added she did this simple act make.
To her pink full lips a taste took she.
When delicate and slow she lifted
her chocolate moose to mouth she gifted.
From the moose chocolate, I know previous take.
The finest ever no chief could bake,
Satisfying, soft coolness, still lingering in me.
A sublime sexual treat,
then look I did, toward her feet.
When out rolled her toes
from brocade slippers of gold, I see.
Her barefoot toes ached
to reveal her pleasure
with each spoon to lip,
delight, same measure.
My mind to forget, never nor maybe.
For who is this poetry destroyer
A cop, but who else would employ her?
As she spies no end
No poet, she pretends
Vanilla ice in leopard skin fur.
You ask If I want mommies hug
wouldn’t that be nice, lovely and snug
You just want to hold me
Under that great oak tree
And kiss me on your picnic rug
You want the vultures to enjoy
My sweet flesh, is that your ploy?
Wanting to be them
Eyeing up my sweet gem
Tell the truth, you just want a toy boy
Well our future together would be bright
Injets, pens and cartridges in sight
You’d color me in
Goodness what a sin
As I would always do the best write
Hang up your gloves as your are weak
You are also classed as an antique
A low blow I know
Don’t cry, don’t go
You can come back with a new technique.
If I don’t hear from the poetry cop
I will know I have come out on top
Good bye little girl
Give us one more twirl
Now, this should be the final full stop (.)!
P.D, this is the first one ive done. Took me a while. Very good fun though. I kind of limit’s
Humble Olive Eloisa
Went one day to work in Pisa
She posed for awhile
Behind flashy smile
She stood in for Mona Lisa.
RIPAE BENI DEAU VER
In modus fasciculumque Brady pus.
Rogationes, confractum egemus.
Ripa nostra, sus amica,
Sic superbum precum, pape beatus.
The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand moves in mysterious ways. Just ignore him.
There was a girl from across the sea
In every way she seemed right for me
She showed me her art
I thought next was her heart
But alas, this dream was not to be
I search for happiness
But never found it again
Though it will be pursued
It will never be attain
I got lost a long time ago
And I give my heart away
It’s been broken to badly
It didn't mend up till today
She left me alone in the dark
Didn't wait to see if I was alive
alone i suffered everyday waiting
For peace of mind to arrive
And it never did came
I would lookout the window
Asking god to please help me
And just make my misery go
But the goodness in life
Has turns his back on me
And left me stuck in a time
To suffer for eternity
Why she walk out the hospital
Why couldn't she see my pain?
Didn't she care that she might?
Never see me alive again
Now I’m scared for forever
Domed to face the world alone
Never will find a resting heart
And for ever my soul will roam
My heart is empty
But fill with love to give
But who is going to love me
A man who’s badly defective
So the long road of life
I must travel without love
I know my mother loves me
That the only love, I’m sure off
I wish to find love again
But afraid to get rejected
Then my heart will be broken
And die when it gets infected
Right now I love some one
And keep it secret
And talk to her everyday
But will never reveal it
Will always keep her in my heart
But can never have her in my life
And I know one day I will die
If she becomes another one’s wife
And through this lonely journey
Will have lots of obstacles
Some times when I get tired
I have an ice cream Popsicle
When the call of the Lord came to Jonah,
“set out for the great land of Nineveh!”
he was angry inside,
and decided to hide,
on a Tarshish bound ship leaving Joppa.
Then the Lord sent a great wind on the sea,
ne’er a more violent storm could there be,
there on destiny’s brink,
the ship threatened to sink,
while, old Jonah, was below deck asleep.
Surely, each sailor’s heart fainted with fear,
as the ship they were unable to steer.
“Wake up, Jonah!” they cried,
“get thee quickly topside,
and fervently beg your God to draw near!”
Now, Jonah knew that this storm was for him,
as in his heart he remembered his sin,
he thought he was sunk,
when they gave him the dunk,
and had to choose whether to sink or to swim.
As soon as Jonah met up with the ocean,
Both the winds and the waves ceased commotion,
then along came a whale,
and old Jonah grew pale,
as it swallowed him up in one motion!
Three long days in that big fish he stayed,
vowing never again would he stray,
relieved not to be dead,
and with kelp on his head,
onto dry land, our dear Jonah was sprayed!
Please, allow me, now this moral to mention,
that when the Lord God gives thee direction,
you must not delay,
set out right away,
His good judgment you must never question.
Should by chance, you hear God’s voice compelling,
“ head thee out to Bangladesh or New Delhi,”
best get on the right boat,
and pray that it floats,
lest you end up kelp covered and smelly!
As I arrived heaven… in love and light
I searched for my pen and pad, to write
a poem for paradise.
Alluring in my eyes,
hoping to write about this holy height.
Viewing the Holy One’s thrilling throne,
Hear the agile angel’s terrific… tone.
No noon, no night;
lifelong love and light.
My pen can’t paint paradise… all alone.
Author's Note: If you have never seen the advertising contributions of John Cameron Swayze, take a moment to watch a few of his videos. Then, enjoy this limerick (which in combination with the videos) provides some interesting inspiration for the new year.
We suggest a vagina's for sex
And hope the possessor expects
To take a licking
And keep on ticking
Over and over like a Timex
Clip it on and don't think twice
Clip it on cuz it looks nice.
Clip it on so you know where it is at.
Clip it on maybe to a hat.
Clip it on so it does not fall off.
Clip it on so your pet don't runaway.
Clip it on so it stays in place.
Clip it on in outer space.
Clip it on every day.
Clip it on around the world.
JUST CLIP IT ON.
dusty was the scale, under the bathroom sink
all it needed to work, were two bare feet
and it would tell the tale
and tell the tale true
a bit portly, bending over just to see
my wife has a gay boyfriend
thats over all the time
sometimes he comes over
dressed in drag
and looks so so fine
i never wonder what they do
when they're all alone
but i always wonder if she's
suspisious with him around me
with his make up on
and sin has touched me
more than once with my imagination
men in drag should be a crime
not a fasination
To the proud parents, Anna and Theo
A serious lad, silent and thorough
A clan of preachers
And dealers of art
From the southern Netherlands came Van Gogh
When sent to school, he did not want to go
The separation led to much sorrow
But he learned to draw
Whatever he saw
Sent off to sell art in Paris, Van Gogh
His happiest time, and now in love, oh
Till the landlady’s daughter told him no
Now a broken heart
Surly to sell art
Fired from his job in Paris, Van Gogh
Vincent sought out a coal miners’ burrow
A priest of sorts, but a squalid fellow
The church was appalled
And cursed his resolve
To the asylum for crazy Van Gogh?
His father baffled, on the verge of foe
Art interest, once again, began to grow
Back to school again
This time, in His name
To paint in the service of God, Van Gogh
School’s out, back to his parents he would go
Using neighbors as subjects to ditto
Proposed to his cousin
Which she found disgustin’
Burning his hand to see her, holy Van Gogh!?!
Now off to The Hague, a family furlough
To live with Sien, a boozing bimbo
A man to see ya…
Three weeks in the hospital for Van Gogh
The pain of loneliness drove him back home
Once again, a failed love with fair Margot
Then Vincent’s father died
He grieved deeply inside
The tragedy further refined Van Gogh
Finally, Vincent’s work was in the know
“The Potato Eaters” made an art show
Just add more color
Said his dear brother
Rubens brightened the dark gloom of Van Gogh
Vincent’s diet: coffee and tobacco
Mixed with absinthe began to take its toll
Though he kept on painting
Then Paris, more training
The end was getting closer for Van Gogh
The masters: Monet, Degas, Pissarro
Cezanne, and Seurat in his studio
Influenced his style
Learning all the while
That time was running out for Mr. Van Gogh
Then he moved to Arles, bad health in tow
Completing great works the whole world would know
“Sunflowers” (in vase)
“The Café Terrace”
Minus one ear, the frail, ailing Van Gogh
With his tattered mind, and mournful woe
Committed to the asylum, Mausole
With his final works
“The Church at Auvers”
“Starry Night” was painted in pain, Van Gogh
“At Eternity’s Gate”, he was sorrow
Wandered into a field, farmer’s fallow
Put a bullet in his chest
In hopes of peaceful rest
“The sadness will last forever”, Van Gogh
Stanleys' plane circles wild, fro and aft.
Ollie screamed up: " Throw me a raft!" Oh Ho Oh Ho Oh Ho Oh Ho.
with gathering gators
I won't be here later
One just gave my drawers a big draft. OhhhOhhh....
When they opened the gator to see
which intestine poor Ollie might be.
He plops out pratfall
then looks at us all
and smiles: " hm hm hm, I'm still me."
Stanley: " But I thought.. I thought you were eaten..oo whooo whoo whoo..."
Oliver looks at us, shrugs and throws his arms up.
( Cue music.)
Coo Coo Coo Coo, Coo Coo
This is inspired by Miss Carrie Richards, one of the best.
This Is Another Fine Mess You've Gotten ME Into, Stanley...
Not the material guy
I’m not the material guy
Ambitions were never for I
I’m always the one
That gets noting done
I’m a dreamer, I cannot deny.
My mind it is not very clever
My heart is as light as a feather
My manner is free
Like a bird in a tree
And I never will worry, not ever
Just like a river I’ll flow
And always my heart it will glow
I won’t push the river
So life does deliver
A feeling that each day does grow
Until the day that I die
I won’t let a day pass me by
Without looking at me
At within, what I be
As always I’ll ask ‘Who am I?’
18 September 2013 @1800hrs.
There once was guy named Steve
He swam in a pool with Eve
With a frisky smile
He undressed her with guile
In nine months she was to conceive
Long ago in Booville lived a Doo
Doo had a friend named Rue-Foo
Rue-Foo was obsessed with candy
But he was never handy
Then Rue-Foo found a mooing Phu-boo
They call me the Pondering Poet
if there's love to be found, I'll show it
with euphony divine
under boughs I will shine
although once in a blue moon, I'll blow it...
A P.D. Contest
My notion at its most masochistic
The crowd, laughs, quite the kick.
I've never enjoyed anything more
The art is my greatest lore.
It's the only life I'd ever pick.
i study a pretty at a face
soon there will be no trace
a color here
what a what a disastrous ace
From suffering man was now free
His doctor held answer you see
Though doctor will claim
That he’s not the blame
The heart attack came with his fee
There once was a young farmer called Lee,
Who was digging up coins round a tree.
He was sure they were golden
And were awfully olden:
They were dated a thousand BC…
BC : Before Christ
There was a man named Ed Coet,
Who turned out to be quite a poet,
He spoke from the heart,
Thus he did impart,
And now all of Soup does know it.
Creation of Love
He took an old sock and did stuff it
With a comedic voice he did bluff it
And need I here mention
The guy was Jim Henson
And the sock was his very first Muppet
I left myself open to you like a 24 hour store and you stole from it all that which I value and hold true. You have left my shelves barren…I don’t fully understand it? My heart has been robbed by someone I thought wanted me too, yet only to find that she did not ever love me…I was just being used. As my heart bleed out on a back street alleyway in some forgotten part of a city on the edge of rebirth. I cried dear Lord, oh dear Lord…I have surrendered my love to a defiler of good things. Broken like a priceless vase that can never be replaced, these are the words of a man who’s heart now beats off pace. How could someone be so cruel? I stand hear on the edge of the top of this building, looking into an abyss devoid of my soul and trust of another…seeking only to gain solace in death, from a love misplace in the hands of a cupid killer who was incapable of receiving love.
Venus de Milo sought high and low
for her arms akimbo. Long ago
I offered to look too
for those two lost ampu-
tated limbs, but naught said that bimbo.
Mona Lisa in her gallery
turns her ever lovin' smile on me.
hear, "I will keep me eye
on you, boy; come see me next century."
Stared me with eyes of gold......Sun radiated from my heart
Two hearts crashed towards each other
A heaven was created
"I never want to see you ever again"
My heart weeped,
Terror and war,
Suddenly disastrous floods attacked;
aching nerves.......dust turned to soot,
in the desert of my solitude;
Reflected my heart to find you fertile plated;
The shadows of your voices....The mirage of your lips
The only true love written on my heart,
My heart fought with my soul
I don't need you
The war have to end
The truth..Inside i know you are the painkiller,
You are the plague in my heart
Elizabeth Lepapa for Me against me contest by
Send on mission to recover and kill,
He prepared his mind not to fail and feel,
Drawing his sword,he freezes;
She`s his love,~makes him sneezes;
Cannot kill but knocked off to take the seal.
There was a man called Dorian Gray
Who tried hard not to get old and gray
So a swap he just did
Portrait wrinkles did rid
Till his rotten flesh ate it away.
Dorian Petersen Potter