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Excuse me please, pardon me, thank you ma’am.
Hold the door, turn the cheek, that’s who I am.
Facetiousness, so sad,
By any name is bad.
Hateful pretense is why I’m against slam.
Jul 17 2010 For Dane's "anti slam" contest
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She runs down the street in her bathrobe and curlers,
With the big flower prints peering in the neighbors windows,
She has nothing else better to do than to get in others business,
Acting like she owns the block, the other neighbors can't stand this,
If a dog barks she's calling the cops,
She's also knocking on your door reminding you to mow your lawn,
I thank her, smile politely, and slam the door,
I hope she got the hint this time, Lord.
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Friends Make Me Feel All Right.
When the blues strike,
When all hope dies
When I’m feeling down,
I quickly consider that—
Life holds much love.
About then, I phone my friends.
Come on over; bring your stories.
We can slam and sing.
Right now, I feel sad,
But I know that shall change.
Please, hurry
Come share your smiles.
We start talking,
Friendship glowing—
I don’t feel so bad.
Smiling and laughter birthed
Delectable dreams!
Thank you, my friends,
Now, I am glad!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 22, 2010
Poetic form: Free Verse
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Italian Sonnet
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It was time for the last POET to speak,
Though the competition seemed to be won.
The other team already had their fun,
Claiming the victory that they did seek.
These SPOKEN WORD warriors reached their peaks,
Since each poet had been under the gun.
The judges gave them points, when they were done,
Just to separate the strong from the weak.
The first POET finally took the stage,
Carefully choosing which card he would play.
He was preparing to unleash his rage,
Since, for him, it would be the only way.
The last POET had to write the last page,
And these are the words that he had to say........
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My favorite wrestler is the Undertaker
He's the real deal never a faker
And a awesome casket maker
Also a soul taker
He doesn't mind giving a powerful choke slam
Without saying thank you maim
High in the air he delivers the last ride
And he's known world wide
He don't care about making his opponent tap out
By showing them what he's all about
And with that devastating pile-driver
There are very few survivals
He's well known as Dead-Man walking
Does alot more fighting than he does talking
6'7 in height he's a bad man
And I'll always be his #1 fan
He's on his way to the Royal Rumble
And his opponent will crumble.
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You said you wanted a slam
So here it goes
You're going to feel it stinging
from your head to toes
A wham, bam, thank you ma'am
A sinister soul I am
I took to you
and quite so soon
I gotta make you unglued.
You're famous, you're a PS tart
and I do mean that
from the bottom of my heart-
But it's about time you got a taste
of your own medicine and male hitting disgrace
And I will scream this in your face!
Oh how right you were
and I must concur-
That this slamming crap is fun-
but your words will all be a blur.
So tap -tap you're next,
Don't worry, I like you too much to hex
but not enough to have...
So get with it, little bit-
waiting on you to get a clue
Send me your slam-
And we'll see who wins the GLAM!
From the Freak
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Check the slam between P.D. and Green
Bunch of Girls trying to act all mean.
One question to Green your rap sounds like you wiped it on your sleeve
While smoking dope and combing out your $1.50 e bay weave.
“A wham, bam, thank you ma'am”
These raps are from a Buster Keaton silent move made into slam.
P.D., P.D. what’ that really stand for P. drip or puppy dog?
You yelp and call it a bark with your nose buried in S__T like a wart hog.
You both fart in a bottle and call it a storm
It just stink, its runny and luke warm
You thrive on other’s giving you the “Big up” and that’s all
Come to me and you’ll get the biggy small
I dedicate this slam to you from me
I am the main man, top dog, big cheese, king rhino, jungle VIP.
(Enjoyed both your Slams Big up)
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A real man
A real man is not just about
a ram, jam, slam or thank you
mam, he's sensual, sexual and
softly physical. He's not just
about his needs, he firstly
wants to please with little
tease and gentle touch, he
want her to experience a
mental rush.
He's not about to just dive
in her ocean without showing
her romantic motion, he wants
for her to be like a spring but
he also want to burst her pipes
within. He' ll treat her like a
lady and comforts her lonely,
he'll help her to live her dreams
and make her feel sexy
intimately.
A real man lifts her confidence
and be the shield to her defence.
She'll never have to suffer in
sexual frustration as he'll be
her erotic nutrition and
he'll always make her smile
till tears consumes her eyes.
He'll always be there to meet
her needs and comfort her as
she please.
Copyright Andrew Vassell 2012
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The Real Housewives
Sorry
Reality T.V Housewives
What's that all about
Happy Wife
Happy life
Jesus Christ
Thank God for Nannies
And Cleaner's
And Make up Artist's
Imagine any of these
Without the 3 R's to fall back upon
Rich's
Rrendering
Rhinoplastey
And a cheating Husband
All of the diamonds and all the plastic surgeons
Can't polish a turd
Even if it's covered in gold
Mutton dressed as lamb
Doesn't make a housewife
Real housewives are loved not built
Are Mother's
Not Reality Consumerist martyrs
Dressed in overpriced garters
With fake teeth
Fake smile's
Fake Boobs
And even faker marriages
With bleached and trimmed undercarriages
Slam
Sham
Film flam
Acting like there shit don't stink
Because they are so full of botox
They can't even blink
Can only be watched with the aid of a stiff drink
The mind boggles
How low can we go
Watch the show
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Couplet
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I am the porcelain dermis seat;
I have been greeted by many without deceit.
Doing the dirty work; I don’t mind -
For this is my purpose; my daily grind -
I watch young children potty train;
Their parent’s efforts are not in vain.
Will all young men please lift my seat?
An angry young lady I don’t want to greet .
I’ve been hugged by drunks in the A.M.
I’m utterly disgusted at all of them…….
The ‘ magic triad ‘ = a smile, kind word, and a touch.
Of these three, “thank you!” is phrase I don’t hear very much :-(
Wash me, clean me, and my lid don’t slam…..
One day, you’re going to need me when you’re in a jam!
Although my seat is sometimes cold;
My heart is warm; and my courage is bold!
Today we will meet and then depart:
On your way out, a kind word impart…………..
*****************************************************
Inspired by Matt's contest "speak chair speak"
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On the Pity pot with my Friend ; I sit in a stupor : I’m drinking again
It’s been twenty years since I gave up the drugs I can’t get a handle on the
Jack Daniel’s Glugs : Glug Glug
He goes down smooth and warms my insides : but brings out the evil that
Otherwise Hides in a Jet Black Heart : in a cold dark Heart evil resides
Johnny Walker : Gulp : Gulp
Black or Red : I drank so much I thought I was Dead : and maybe I am
But I don’t give a Dam ; a bottle ; shot after shot : I continue to slam
Absolute Vodka : Swig : Swig
Goes down rather rough yet a couple of quick shots and I think I’m tough
I Love the stuff : one drink is to many ; Case upon case is never Enough
If I could feel the thrill, as I stagger up hill : to the base of Alcohol Alp
If I should reach the very Top : I’m sure my drinking would Stop
THANK - YOU POETRY SOUP for YOUR H E L P
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Opportunity came knocking,
Showed me his ID,
Came with his rehearsed spiel,
We are in your area this week,
Us opportunists!
With our reduced deals,
Yes! I thought!
I know your game,
I tried to speak,
He got louder,
Don’t miss out he said,
This offer is the best,
Exclusively for you,
Sign up today
Your last chance!
I kept saying! No
He wouldn’t listen
Promising me the world,
He must be programmed,
I’ll get rid of him,
Slam the door shut! I thought,
Raise my voice!
His foot Jammed firmly in the door,
So I acted like I was interested
Agreed with him,
Played along with his game,
Yes opportunity that sounds great,
He got very excited,
Started to go in for the kill
I was laughing inside,
Wondered when he would stop,
No other opportunity was better,
Yes I thought but even opportunist gets tired,
And he did,
I looked him straight in the eyes,
No, I said!
This time I knew that he had heard me,
Not today thank you.
That was the last time
Opportunity passed my way.
02/11/2016
For contest sponsor
Nayda Evette Negron
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PREMIUM MEMBER
A little thanks to the anonymous character
The one who decided to pay my premium price
Being on my way outta here
makes me say HhMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!
why? did you do such a thing
this one has my mind in rotation
knowing I had no desire or sensation
to have a star right by my name
all I can say is THANKS, THANKS, AND THANKS!
for the one who does not want me to know their name
it does not come clearly to me
whit all the wonderful Soup mails of thanks that i get
to many members run through my head
who would do such a nice jester for P.D.
adding more fun to my game, and name.
I have no passion, i have no lust
To do the things you members trust
I will give thanks once again
To you anonymous among my friends
Paying for my Premium Member price
Makes me think you want my games to really begin
Bringing a different meaning to your contest
With lots of joy and fun, to Hhmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!
imagine A contest with slam,..L.O.L.
Thank you my anonymous friend,
But, this still MAY not change my plans
a letter from: P.D.
of thanks to: ANONYMOUS
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Wham bam
thank you ma’am.
This is a slam
and slam I am.
First and formost
I DON’T like your name.
I live in Pee Dee.
How can I slam someone
who has the name of my home.
Nope, I’ll just have to call you
Dis-strower, because you’re
no destroyer, just a dis thrower.
Actually I think you are a wuss
who just pretends
to go off the deepest of the deep ends,
so deep I get the bends
just from reading your fuss.
If you want to strow some of that stuff
my way I’m here any day.
I’ve got you covered.
Just roll those snake eyes
and I’ll throw them back at you,
Full of hypnosis and lobototosis.
Girlfriend, you’ll think you’re brain dead.
That hurtful dirt you normally spread
will clump up right behind your eyes.
You wont be able to see
any of those trashy words.
You’ll think you have verbal lock jaw.
You’ll be outgunned in the raw,
in a snowstorm of inuendo,
pseudo cyber ju jit su,
combined with verbal ka-ra-tayyyyy.
Come on girl, Charles is here todayyyyy
ready to dance on your playyyy.
savvayyy???
© Jul 16 2010 Charles Henderson for PD’s “slam” contest
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i guess it depends on the resonance the amplification
when i sang in the bedroom my father shrieked
put a sock in it and i remember reaching for
the pants drawer to find a pair, but i once did
turn away carol singers, but only after they'd
finished their warbling did i thank them and
slam it in their faces, i once called my
mother's friend, feigning to be the fire
brigade, and was aghast when she answered
i told her we were probing into fire alarms
the selling of them, if she was interested
at the school gates, she enumerated the
anecdote to my mother, who glared down
at me as i felt my face go ruby, but no matter
because i didn't succeed in selling a fire alarm
or selling anything, but my mother looked
perturbed when i waved and addressed the
postman, as he actually wasn't our postman
but his route took him to an aligned location
and it stopped just at our street, but no matter
because it would be the socialist workers party
at our door next, asking for subs and my dad
hit the roof, but amends was made when i
returned home without my mother's knowledge
surprised her as she began to weep behind the glass
our parents, all paths lead back to them
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P.D. vs' Amy Gr33n,,Slam, Bam Thank You Ma'am
So Miss @my Gr33n,
Do you think your s__t is mean
Trying to compete
Do you really want to taste defeat
Your dose of medicine, had no effect at all
Your Slam, Bam Thank You Ma'am
Was a sorry booty call.
Trying to talk the talk
Trying to bark and walk
All them words your are saying
Sounds like you are praying
Who really wants to listen?
Who really should care?
And what the hell is that S__t in your hair?
So you think you can play the part.
Before things fall apart
Please @my Gr33n stop before you fart
Trust me it does not matter If I let you win.
Your words are pointless and the idea is pathetic.
Please stop talking you are giving me a headache.
Just stop rhyming.
Sounds like your crying.
Okay pause.............as the moment goes bye.
Giving you a minute before you break down and cry.
My words are a weapon, You know that right.
Next time shut your mouth, keep those lips tight
Let me just stop and bring this to an end.
@my Gr33n remember ....I am your friend
By:P.D.
((once again for fun...thank you Amy Green for the fun slam.))
p.s. S__T stands for shot if you are wondering,,he he he
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It's Not You
It's Me
Actually in Truth
That's a Small White Lie
I have been cheating on you
For a While now
Having Passionate Sex
With another Guy
And i have been thinking it over
for a while now
And i Think
Yes
We Should
Break - Up
BAM
SLAM
There it Is
Signed , Sealed , Delivered
Love's Equivalent of an
Imploding
Suicide Vest
Destination
1
Single Victim
SLAM
You have been Served
Once upon a time Smitten
Planning a Wedding Fitting
To being , Reduced to
Tears before Bed
And obsessing over what you actually
Did Wrong
Or
Could have done or said
Instead
To make her stay
Or
Love you Back
And when good intentioned
Friends and Random People
Quote the Recently Dumped
Break-Up Bible
Stating there are
Plenty More Fish in the Sea
Remember this
Slam
It's also 2 choc full of
Sharks
&
Predators
Like the 1 that just
Dumped You
Rather look at this from a different Perspective
Using another age old fishing analogy
Given enough Time
You will never ever Say
She was a Keeper
Or
Be Refered to as
The 1 that
Got Away
More like the
Wrong Shoes
Or
Wrong tool for the Job
Thank God
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This is originally a song. I wrote it early last year-- thank you, Justin Bordner, for the fantastic title!
Why are you crying?
You put this on yourself
Why are you sighing?
You knew the outcome well
You expressed your feelings
And everything went wrong
You tore up the meaning
That love will keep you strong
You try but you never succeed
And you soon find out this was all for me
As you try to believe in yourself all you wanna do is hate yourself
And you cry and you fall and you slam your head against the wall
And you know that he'll never really see
Because he never really wanted to see
At all
Dance on his heart now
And make sure that he sees
Smile and take a bow
When you feel you're on your knees
Watch as your thoughts yearn
As he walks straight out the door
You've made a right turn
But it doesn't matter anymore
You try but you never succeed
And you soon find out this was all for me
As you try to believe in yourself all you wanna do is hate yourself
And you cry and you fall and you slam your head against the wall
Cause you know that he'll never really see
Because he never really wanted to see
At all
And I try and I try and I try and I try and I try
And I try and I try and I try and I try and I try
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Again it’s another of those episodes
I hate being in the passenger seat
Now we’re back at those cross roads
It’s like we always render on repeat
So where do we now go from here?
Motor stalling, can’t we move forward
It feels like we’re again in reverse gear
You’re struggling and I find it awkward
I know that you always liked to drive
But driving each other round the bend
I ask at what point did we then arrive
Looks like we’re arriving at a dead end
As again it’s another of those episodes
I can’t stand all this pain and heartache
And now we’re back at those cross roads
Let’s us stop now quick slam on the break
About a current relationship/friendship
Being in a neither here nor there situation some way of clearing
My thoughts a bit but also inspiration a long time coming
With this i tried to add the idea of being in a situation
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Who don’t know where to turn >>>>>>>>
Written between august October 2016
Note life’s been so bissy trying to find time to write
Currently improving reworking old writes that were on here
When got times to do so thank you to soup people
For inspiration if I never found this site would never
Have found inspiration xxxxxx
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I know I'm not the only one that thought WTF?
That's right WHY THIS FAIL
Cause right now I'm turning on my light bulb
and tipping this pail
Now from what I understand slam was using your voice
grabbing a microphone and talking a choice
Taking a stand
against the man
you could the feel the shake inside the palm of your hand
but don't mistake me
decisions were made
but I just don't agree
Like a
liberation was made and no one had the key
did you see any slaves?
No one needed any pity
Now I feel some of us how to get down right gritty
Another thing I knew is slam is on the spot
busting a rhyme
don't take your time
or your sweat would roll down and your face would be hot
Don't underestimate me
The words written on a page is classed poetry
But If you can't gauge out your mouth
How else would this type of form be placed out?
Like a
medication was given without a prescription
I didn't see any patients
Who had this jurisdiction?
I thought a voice was a freedom
and a hand could use a pen
Tossing back points so they could just redeem them
and this is how all the colors blend
I thought poetry was a feeling
or a thought one heard
maybe riddle
so others could get the words
but I know all places have rules
And I will abide
but I already know I am the justified!
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I do not know?
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1: SLAM noun: 1.) a heavy impact. 2.) a: a noisy violent closing.
b: a banging noise especially from the slamming
of a door. 3.) a cutting or violent criticism.
[probably of Scandinavian origin]
Get ready!
There's about to be a heavy impact.
Get steady!
You're about to see a bunch of grim facts.
A grim act,
Where poets get their limbs hacked,
Then get stacked,
Because of the "class"
That the proper and prim lacked.
My brim is packed,
With a sack of violent noise,
From some girls and boys,
Who want to take all of my joys.
They want to take all of my poise,
Because it is their ploy
To destroy.
So they bring
This noise
In with a bang.
This bell they rang,
As they came
To form
Their little gang,
To show their fangs
To our slamming slang.
The end song they sang,
While preparing their rope for the hang.
A gang bang of words,
Used to close the door on our slamming,
As they opened their minds,
To do a little scamming.
Down our throats
Their agenda was ramming,
Because creative thoughts are meant for jamming.
Like I said before,
They want to close the door,
And bore us,
As they roar
About "no slamming anymore!"
We try to reason "WHY"
And "WHAT"
Are they fussing for?
While from our core,
Our words continue to soar!
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Temporary InSlamity
Two a.m , still awake, gettin’ leg-shakes
Gaggin’, burnin’ on my mis-slam-stakes
Tryin’ to win some judge judy’s hot damn
Thank-you-ma’am for hosting this con-slam-test
As I sling slam sludge like hogs in a hookup ham-fest
Just a small-time soul slammin’ junkie motha
Hopin’ this funky slam betta than at least one otha!
Didn’t know when I started tho…
Twenty-five crappy lines could sentence me
To prison time for petty poetic crimes bro... or should I say brotha….
Cause this fussed-over cussed-over rhymin’ over-doses
Ain’t no Gun and Roses, hell it ain’t even close-es
More like prosetry psychosis
Induced by late-night deep hypnosis
Where am I??? maaannnn.. time to be poppin’ some more no-sleep no-dozes
Hope the Judge J. rules summarily
That I suffered temporary in-slam-ity illiterarily
Or had an unnecessary ca-slam-ity vocabularily
And no matter which way judge rolls, just so she knows
I didn’t write this slam ma’am… this slam is writing me (very eerily…)
So Judge Judy of poetic tort, appealing to your phoenetic court
Don’t abort this sham of a slam to the sordid slammer
Order it posted where it can be toasted on glam slam site Instagrammar
Cause tryin’ me, fryin’ me over crimey slammism
Means death of ode age in poetical prison…
© 2014 all rights reserved
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We were making a tour across Europe
Stopped late down in Chalon-sur-Saône
Checked into the youth hostel after lights out
So I walked up the halls on my own.
My father spoke with the attendant
He was the one who spoke French,
I opened each door down the long corridor,
And closed one quick from which came a stench.
The smell from that room was appalling,
Like urine, tobacco and sin.
It was hard to conceive or even believe
That someone was sleeping within.
Two or three doors further onward
I found a dorm with empty beds,
So I put down our gear and began to prepare
For somewhere to lay down our heads.
My father then came down the hallway,
I heard him slam that door fast.
He came in with a grin, as I looked at him,
Content just to lie down at last.
But more doors were opening and closing
In came a bush-hat-sporting man,
My father and I and that tall Aussie guy
Had all closed that door with a slam.
Before we could turn in for kipping
We heard the banging once more,
Then at our glance with a gangly stance
Another one stood at our door.
He turned to his mate and exhorted
Eyes screwed with a squint of despair,
And guffaws followed through when he said “Cripes Blue,
Smelled like a dead Kanga in there.
My father and I encountered a foul smelling room at a youth hostel in France. An Australian tourist who had a way with words nailed the reaction
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In Birmingham I tried a scam,
involving some velvet and ham.
It appears I am damned.
Wound up in the slam.
I tried a hustle one night in Brussels.
But all I could rustle,
was just enough muscle,
to muster a bustle.
I tried an old con in Lebanon.
But pistols were drawn.
Had to play the moron.
Said I'd just been a pawn.
Attempted to fool some lads in Liverpool.
Though their first reaction was cool,
they set upon me with tools,
nearly smashed my crown jewels!
I went to Kuwait to impersonate,
a wealthy magnate, a friend of Bill Gates.
But at the customs gate, a guard got irate,
said, "Decide on which hand, I'll now amputate.".
Had a great plan, to sell guns to Iran.
Then a CIA man, with a barbeque tan,
said I'm not a big fan, of your really great plan.
Demanded I name, my middleman,
or take a one-way trip in his long black sedan.
Tried to rob a store in Singapore.
Asked the clerk for more.
Made him mighty sore.
I couldn't move before,
he had me on the floor,
picked me up and tossed me out the door.
Went to Burbank to rob a bank.
I never thought to thank,
that a bank in Burbank,
would have the means to flank,
me with an M1 tank.
Kidnapped an heiress in the heart of Paris.
She never would desist,
with efforts to resist.
She had bats for fists
that hit like Roger Marris.
Soon I found myself in the house of correction.
Lots of time for reflection.
As a crook I was hardly perfection.
But for a crook there was another direction.
I'd run in the next election!
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I do not know?
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When I left I lost apart of me, It's still so hard to believe she's not worth it
baby we belong together. I threw away all my other friends so we could be together but
your not even happy with me how could this be we belong together? I spent 3 years on you
for nothing and we were suppose to be something. How could you just walk out that door?
How could you leave me here crying for more? How could you walk off and go marry her? We
belong together. I couldn't sleep since that night when you walked out my life, I called
and call and listen to sad songs on the radio. I always think of you and it's making it
hard, your the one who left and i'm the one whose left here to mourn it's not fair that
i'm left with this we belong together. She doesn't tuck you in tight and your always
slipping off her mind she flirts with pretty much everyone. I saw her in the store
kissing some other guy and you claim that i'm jealous of her. How could you say something
like that when I had you first you walked out of my life and I didn't ever ask for the
wedding ring back. Why are you constantly lying like a jerk with a big ego I just wanted
you to know that we don't belong together. Maybe I was right when I wrote you a dear john
letter, and slam the door in your face when I caught you with her. Though it hurts me
deep inside I finally realized that we don't belong together. I can sleep at night
without you by my side, I'm not lonely anymore. I only think of you when i'm on a date
and I can smile and thank god that this one is nothing like you. We don't belong
together.
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