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Details | Light Poetry |

The whisper of dawn calls my name gliding like a softly-bathed air: tangy and afloat with a spice of mint in christened pools lithely buoyant. A path of upturned twigs rip free to sail along bobs of peppered dew; dewy in a way new sunrise adorns pastel fingers where wings of ray become intricate as it is daring ; calling forth, 'Daughter of Light'..."Light's Daughter" till the fragrance of earth winds huffs upon morn's sweet delicacy , bearing my mythical seal upon gracious earth. 1.16.2017 POTD What's In A Name Contest Sponsor: Silent One

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |
Thoughts of " Autumn " and her " off Spring" 
Seasons change as do people...
Her name is Autumn...
She quietly puts her mark the on Season ….
Yet no one sees her there..
She has a certain presence, still …
and her perfume fills the air..
Yet no one speaks to her…
Her colors are not light, but bright…
reds, yellows and orange, quite a sight…
But even though , she’s more than that…
No one approaches, some don’t seem to care..
So she quietly leaves ...before all the trees are bare...

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
                   His Name is Poetry

I have a new friend, a new love
He dances with his pure and honest heart
And strokes me with his gentle words
I crave him, desire him more with each passing day
Oh, what deep feelings he has stirred within me
He carries me joyfully, sometimes sadly, on a journey
From moment to hour to the day’s end
With his words, rhythmically he calms and soothes me
As does a mother cooing to her precious newborn
With a love as strong and as real
I can not, will not, be without you
You have entered my life swiftly, silently
Yet your power yells loudly, beckons me to follow
In your footsteps, to see where you go
Where you will take me, my love,

Copyright © cynthia ondrich | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |
Poetry is poetry....
It's anyones point of view
From classical to the abstract
It's just a point of view....

Love lost and found..
Beauty so everlasting...
The soul lives forever...
In sonnets so perfect....

Is that what you want to hear?

Or maybe something dark
Her death was my life ended...
Like a candle put out...
Half burned....

Or maybe just for fun....

We laughed and sang silly songs
Together...on the beach
In the moon light...
I gave myself to you....

In reality....I am who I am...
A man...just trying
To express a feeling or two
That I know you might like....

It's just as simple as that....

Copyright © Randall Smith | Year Posted 2010

Details | Elegy |
“My Name is Cancer”

My name is cancer; I have no regard for life.
I break hearts and tear apart families.
I appear out of the blue and strangely.
I do not see race, or age, or beauty in people, for I’m a disease, and blind to the good hearts I take.
The more people I take from this earth, the more I‘m feared.
I’m inside everyone: every mother, father, sister, and son.
To know me, is to know death,
To feel me, is to fell anguish.
To see me is like seeing then sun, then falling away into darkness where there is no more light, 
where there is only pain.
Where there is only a feeling of hell that you do not understand and cannot explain.
I make friends cry, I make families feel hopeless.
Is it fair for me to make the vibrant wither?
Is it fair for me to take the old before their time?
Is it fair of me to strike fear into the hearts of families?
Is it fair for me to take the life of an inanest child?
I’m just but a disease that knows no bounds.
Hopefully you never have the misfortune 
of hearing my name.           

Copyright © Joseph Staup | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |
Haiku equals Math
A Binomial title

Copyright © Paul Geiger | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |

My name is John Terry,
and I really have had
I want to leave Chelsea
football club - 'or do I
call their bluff?'
I came here when I was
fourteen - or, somewhere
in between,
I want to see the world - 
if you know what I mean!

Stamford Bridge has been
my home for such a very 
long time,
I've played a lot of games
here - I've seen changes
so sublime!
I want to go to pastures
new - and enhance my
skills even more;
'I'd like play till I'm fifty,
blimey, now that I will

I have played alongside the
best - and seen some new
We always get together - 
and have a bet on the races!
We all train very hard - we
do have such high standards.
If we win our game - we
have a drink afterwards!

We have a new owner - he
spends a lot of money.
He buys all the best talent - 
never no one phony!
Sadly, we lost Jose Mourinho - 
he left the club he loved.
But the players rebelled
against him - so out the
door he was shoved!

I am leaving after this season,
but I have to now move on.
To proudly march forward - 
Maybe play football in the
I don't want an English club - 
a change is what I need.
I want to broaden my 
horizons, a change from the
English Premier League!

Maybe I can join my mate, 
my good friend Frank Lampard.
He plays in America - and
he also plays so hard.
Maybe that's my destiny - 
to America, I may go?
Playing along side Frank
Lampard - we could put on a

My time at Chelsea is now
all over - time for pastures 
I'm not getting any younger - 
but this I always knew!
I have also played for England,
and scored a good few 
I also did captain Chelsea - 
I was proud - and it always

I leave Chelsea football club,
with my head held high;
'Another chapter in my life,
this I can't deny.'
Will I go to America? Or, 
will I stay in the UK?
Maybe I'll go to Spain - or
somewhere far, far away!

I fancy getting some sun - 
Dubai would be nice.
But they aren't BIG on
football - so maybe I'll
think twice!
No matter were I go - it
will be a brand new start 
for me;
'I'm leave Chelsea football
club - my name is; 'John 


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
My name is Cona. Have you
ever heard such a name?  Well,
let me tell you, where I grew up
you were always referred to by your
full given name, whatever that was.

Therefore, I grew up as
Cona Faye, with a drawn-out
emphasis on the first syllable.
“Why, it’s Ko-o-o’na Faye,” they
would say, using the long “O”

This wouldn’t have been 
so bad, except that we were 
farmers who raised corn.
All the boys at school 
called me "Corny." 

We moved to a new town.
My name changed to “Faye.”
No more twang, no more slang
end of problem, end of story.
Except, now, I’m often called

Fern or Fran or Kay and no one
spells my name with four letters
It is either F-a-e or F-a-y
but almost never F-a-y-e
Oh, well, what’s in a name?

   cfa © 7/28/03 

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Her Name Was Poetry

I met her when I was quite young
her name was Poetry.
I stood frozen in my fear
as she reached inside of me.

I felt the teardrops in my eyes
I almost lost control.
Still she never looked away
and then she touched my soul.

She turned me every way but loose
she bid me to come nearer.
She looked deep into my heart
like looking in a mirror.

She whispered words I could not hear
they echoed in my head.
Since I could not understand
I felt them all instead.

Somewhere I felt a guitar play
I heard a drummer drumming.
She told me of things to be
and the man I am becoming.

Next thing I knew I looked around
and suddenly I'm grown.
There were those that came for me
but still I am alone.

Days not long ago before
my world was torn apart.
Still I had the words she wrote
still etched upon my heart.

Long since gone she went away
now they all look to me.
I struggle underneath the weight
my name is Poetry.

Edwin C Hofert

Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

My name is Ed Miliband – 
and I am the Labour 
My job is simple – that I
know – we always enjoy
a beer!

We are the working class,
well, that’s what we do
‘We will look after the 
pennies more – just like

I have a brother, David,
he’s in the USA – 
I beat him as labour
leader – so he just went

I enjoy a bacon sarnie,
and try to devour the
I would like to be Prime
Minister – and to stop
the rot!

When we were in power
we really overspent – 
But now I promise you – 
we labour will repent!

Give us a chance to be
in charge - and to be 
the boss – 
I know you don’t trust
me – and you simply 
don’t give a toss!

Yes, we spent money – 
and we borrowed even
more – 
Now we are all suffering – 
so we firmly shut the door!

We didn’t curb immigration – 
we allowed them all to 
come in – 
When people did complain – 
we just played the violin!

We took no bleeding notice,
that is plain to see – 
But for the poor old refugees –
everything is free!

But we do have a challenger – 
and the voters love them too,
We have to fight off UKIP – 
please do join the queue?

But all we do is talk – and
talk a lot of tripe,
Just like the Tory’s – and the 
Lib Dems – who make me 
want to gripe!          

I’m not like Gordon Brown,
or that flipping’ Tony Blair,
They destroyed our economy,
they really didn’t care.

Tony Blair was close to -   
George Dubya Bush,
But deep down inside of
him – he’d like to smack
him in the mush! 

They even got together – 
to start an illegal war,
But all that they should 
have done - is crawl back
into their lair!

We used to like the working
man – and back the unions 
But now when I them unions –
I just run to the nearest loo!

We really do care about our
bounty’ taxpayer’s cash,
So if we do get in power – 
we’ll just watch everything 

We’ll only have five years – 
to line our pockets true,
And even vote ourselves a
mega pay rise; ‘as we are 
a thieving crew!’



Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |

My name is Ronnie O'Sullivan
and I play snooker for a
And when I'm at the table - I
can be so unforgiving.
I am a rocket and I fly around
the table,
So come and see if you can
beat me - if you do feel able?

I do admire the hurricane and
the whirlwind, Jimmy White,
But when I'm at the snooker
table - I really am a delight.
I parade and act professional - 
and I am the number one,
I am the king of the snooker
table - and I'm only having 

I really like the Crucible 
Theatre, and the good old
Alexandra Palace.
But when I'm at the snooker
table - I really play first class.
Snooker is my living - and it 
is also my life,
I've also battled in-head
demons - they really caused
me some strife.

I am also very talented and I
can play with either arm,
And when I'm at the snooker
table - I'll cause my opponent
great harm.
The rocket is my nickname
and that is known to everyone;
'I am the greatest snooker player 
- the brilliant Ronnie O'Sullivan.

But I have noticed a change,
in the appearance of some
Some are looking rather unkempt,
and sporting scruffy beards!
I will of course set an example,
and I'll always be clean shaven.
Because I'm the greatest ever
player - the name is Ronnie O'


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |
Booty and Brains are just a part of my frame
If you follow my curves they'd leave you untamed
Before you undress me with your eyes of shame 
Could you first ask me "whats my name"?
Could you see pass the physical as it'll disintegrate
Disintegrate into grains
If you learned what was in my brain 
You'd probably be so ashamed
To learn its complex like a tetris game
An endless puzzle speeding pass your brain
If you can't see pass my frame
Please don't bother asking me "whats my name"?

Copyright © Tiffany Diaz | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
change my name 
fairly often, I suppose

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

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

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

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

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!~

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |

In revealing his mysterious name
Eternal God says who He is
Just as Eternal God is mystery


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

By revealing His name Eternal God at the same time reveals His faithfulness
Which is everlasting to everlasting
Valid for the past
(I am the Eternal God of your fathers)
As for the future
(I will be with you)
Eternal God who reveals His name as 
“I AM”
Reveals Himself as the Eternal God
Who reveals His name as 
“I AM”
Reveals Himself as the Eternal God
Who is always there
Present to His people in order to save them


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

My name is Mr Footballer - 
I love to play around,
Especially with sexy ladies, 
but we never make a sound.
We are so very rich - 
and money we do splash,
On all the beautiful women,
who only want our cash!

We play around all the
time - that is our game,
But if we ever do get 
caught - we'll simply pass
the blame!!
We know some pretty
skirts - and we tend to
pick the best,
Playing around off the
pitch - we pounce around
with zest!

We dine in luxury restaurants, 
this is what we do,
We always dictate a favour - 
we are the privileged few!!
Snogging in between each
course - and eating curry
and chips,
Then grab a little peck - from
the ladies lips!!!!

It is a grand old life - being
a footballer,
We play all over the world - 
but we hate it when we're 
It really is a high life - and
we constantly travel the globe,
Sometimes watching a movie - 
a biblical epic...The Robe!!

Now you know our lifestyle,
of footballers' born and bred.
Playing in the English Premier
League - to earn our honest
Playing on the field - is what
we do adore,
And chatting up the ladies - 
especially when we SCORE!!!!


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
Vanity…Thy Name Is Woman!

My house is on fire
What shall I do
I’ve seconds to decide
My choices are few
Shall I grab my money
My precious jewels
Or my brand new furry
Bedside mules?

This smoke is deadly
I can hardly breathe
I make a mental list
Of what to bequeath
But live or die
I’ll wear my designer dress
I’ve got to look great
For all the press!

Copyright2012 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)

For Kristen Bruni's Last Chance Poetry Contest

Copyright © Beatrice Boyle | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |

My name is Mucky Bum
Jackson - and I want
to be an MP,
I get to choose my 
toilet paper - and I'll
decorate my Christmas
You see, I really don't
like Christmas - I am a
proud' Bah Humbug,
I'll go to church and
say a prayer - and get 
the Muslim bug!!!!

I have to start a protest,
to save Christianity,
But hail the Muslim
brotherhood - for all
I will kick out David
Cameron - from his
10 Downing Street,
And refurbish it into
a mosque - and make
it a pleasure dome!!!!

Then I will be PM - 
and claim my sanctuary - 
Then join the Muslim
brotherhood - and start
world war three!!!!
Then I'll change the
house of commons - 
now that will be a treat,
Then I'll sit down with
my bearded friends - 
swatting flies as they

Oh, hail, the Muslim
takeover - we now
have the power,
We'll build more 
Mosques for our mates,
and cleans our souls
in the shower!!!!
The Britain we used
to know - is now all
dead and gone,
Now for Iain Duncan
Smith - where did I
put my gun?

The future of Little 
Britain, is ours to
really celebrate,
We hail all the Muslim
faith - but, Christianity,
we do hate.
So, welcome to the UK - 
as we say a prayer 
to Allah' population;
'Be prepared to meet
the new PM: 'Mr Mucky 
Bum Jackson!!!!' 


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

I'm just a British soldier,
Tommy Gun is my name,
I'm dressed in khaki denims
And I've never yearned
for fame.

I do the job they pay me
The best way I can,
And that's to see thet
Doesn't kill his fellow

We fought the commie
Out in Malaya's 
steaming heat,
I've seen my mates 
shot down,
By gunmen in a Cyprus

We're sent to all parts 
of the world,
We've got no ifs or buts,
Yet it doesn't matter
where you are,
Both sides still hate your

In Korea, too, at least
you knew,
A good job had been
But in Palestine and 
We were policemen 
with a gun.

Then we were stuck 
in Ulster,
That's the worst job
of the lot,
With petrol bombs and
And your mates kept
getting shot.

A soldier's trained to
fight his foe,
To a certain set of rules,
But how to deal with
And kids fresh from
the schools.

Then we had the
As we yomped down
to Goose Green,
And quickly cleaned
the Islands,
Of all things Argentine.

Then, after that, the
And threats of genocide,
We really did our very
But, sadly, thousands

Always heading off to
We were soon deep in
A threat, real or imagined,
Once more, no turning

Then we were stuck in
The longest of the lot,
Fierce Taliban and IEDs,
Yet another deadly spot.

Our job, it seems, is
We just keep battling on,
We're squaddies, doing
what we do - 
And then we'll be long

There will always be
a war - this is true you
There's always an excuse
to go to war - according
to the MOD.
Now our forces are cut - 
red tape, and lower moral,
So now let's all sit on
down - and pretend it's
the OK Corral!

I'd like to click my fingers,
and all wars will all be
But it is always bloody
awful - like the battle of
the Somme.
There will always be a
time when you shoot
and kill the enemy,
Then in the UK you'll
be sued for defending
your way.

But, the world will never
be free - and threat of 
war is always there,
But we have to take a 
stand - we do this like
Eagles Dare!
Love and peace will one 
day rule - and no one 
shall have to run,
I hope you've enjoyed
my story, yours sincerely... 
'Tommy Gun.'


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
I said earlier on I would write a satirical poem featuring Nick Clegg. The coalition "deputy prime minister" - yes, I know, it really is so laughable!!!! So here's my poem called; My Name Is Nick Clegg. Enjoy!


My name is Nick Clegg
and I am the Deputy PM,
No matter what I say – I
am always not to blame.

My party are the Lib Dems – 
and we’re hoping to win
some votes,
But I dare not look at the
odds – in case it really

I once had a TV debate
about the UK immigration – 
Competing against Nigel
Farage – he won the 
hearts of the nation.

I spoke a load of bull – 
well, what did you all
When I stood next to 
the UKIP leader – he
really was select!

I am in a coalition – but
I hate those Tory jerks,
Me and my Lib Dem
cronies – really want 
more perks!

We want to win the
election – that is our
The new PM I aim to
be- Nick Clegg is my 

I know we are a long 
shot – and that’s what
the poles do show,
But if I promise to cut
taxes – the rich will
surely know.

I feel like Charles 
Kennedy, wanting a 
drink of scotch – 
It must block out the
pain of losing – which
happens oh so much!

I do want to help the
disabled more – to cut
their welfare more, 
By taking more of their
welfare benefits – and
helping the rich to score!

My name is Nick Clegg – 
and now I’m like a Tory,
Cos when it comes to my
conference speech;
It’ll be just like... Jackanory!


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Alexandrine |
Sir Thomas Wyatt brought it to our English scene,
called a  dodecasyllabo or alexandrine:
an iambic hexameter is what it means

inspired by John's 12 syllable line contest

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |
My name is Wayne Rooney, I
am the captain of England,
But now my positions under
threat, the new manager
is in command. 
I am in my mid thirties, and
I'm not getting any younger,
They may recruit some new
blood - someone with more

I don't know what the future
holds - and my Man U days
are numbered.
But I sill draw my massive
wages - my playing days
I have surrendered.
Big Sam Allardyce is now
making changes, 
He is recruiting whole new
younger blood - this hasn't
been done for ages.

Even Jose Mourinho - is
making sweeping changes.
He wants to bring back
'the glory years' - they
haven't seen them in
The team is being cleaned
out - and Rooney is no
longer required,
Because now in his mid
30s - I bet he's feeling

Now Big Sam Allardyce
says; 'he's going to bring
in some fresh talent.'
But that doesn't guarantee
them winning - but he
really is so defiant
Too much money does
rule the football - and
all the love has gone.
Can Big Sam Allardyce
be successful, his trial
has now begun!

So will Jose Mourinho - 
and big Sam Allardyce
both bring back the
"glory years"?
Or, as it is "predicted" -
will it all end in tears!!!! 
The ball is n their hands,
and the clock is ticking 
But why does Jose
Mourinho - always
wear a frown?!

So, will it be goodbye
to Rooney, as he 
retires from Man U.
Or, is there a little
twist to come - that's 
between me and you!
Whatever happens he
can't complain - he's
had a rich career,
But the day Wayne 
Rooney does retire -
he may just shed a 


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
Her name is Rose
Just a simple American girl on the outside
You see her smile but it's not real

No one likes her and she knows
Always getting eyed
She hopes to heal

She has to stay in the lows
Suicide she has tried
Cutting is all she feels

She's like a ghost
Walking like she has already died
Everything about her is so unreal

Her life she is trying to throw
Saying "I'm fine" she has lied
Money she has to steal

Her mind has finally froze
Her cuts she has to hide
Everyday is like a wheel

Her name is Rose
She's not a simple american girl on the outside
Everything about her is not real

Copyright © Rose Tyler | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
He has so  many names and there is so much confusion. 
I'm not sure I know them all but here are a few.

"High Priest Melchizedek" (Genesis 14:18) "king of Salem"
"The Priest of God Most High." (also see in New Testament)
"Son of Man" (Revelation 1:12-20  Mattew 9:6-13 John 8:28 John 6:62
John 1:51  3:13 3:14 5:27 6:27 6:53  6:62) (Acts 7:56) 
(Luke 11:30-12:8-12:10-12:19 12-whole chapter too many others
to list)

"Imamanuel"  (Matthew 1:23) (Isaiah 7:14)
"I am the true vine" (John 15:1)
"Jesus Christ" (Matthew 1:18-25)
"A Savior Who is Christ the Lord" (Luke 2: 11-12)

I am running out of space and We've only scratched the surface,
there are so many more that fit the purpose.

Copyright © Jack Ross jr. | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry |

My name is Sir Guy Fawkes,
and I am now coming back,
I aim to blow up parliament - 
this deed, I will now crack.
My mission is so simple - to
destroy all UK MPs.
Make them all really suffer - 
bring them to their knees.

I aim to rid the UK of the
corruption in high places,
Starting with those MPs - 
all have got two faces!
To destroy David Cameron - 
and Iain Duncan Smith,
Then I can celebrate - my
cigar I shall proudly sniff.

I plan is now in motion - I
will now achieve my goal,
Watching those MPs flirt - 
then I'll watch them crawl.
I've recruited some more
terrorists - they were known
as refugees.
They came in via Germany - 
apparently with ease!

The UK are very welcoming -
so we must now show our
By blowing up the parliament - 
and sending in the tanks!
I sit down in the cellar - with
a lovely bunch of misfits,
Asylum seekers saying their
thanks - our happy mood now

The people of the UK - are now
so dissolutioned - 
The Christian country we used
to be - has now been completely
I see the future for the UK - as
a miserable Muslim state,
So I shall now light the fuse - 
and seal the UK's fate!!

I will now bomb the parliament - 
and get rid of the houses of
corruption - 
To bring the peace and happiness
back - and STOP the Muslim
The fuse is lit - as the naked 
flame burns - the target - the 
barrels of gunpowder,
As I leave the doomed building - 
I turn and feel a shudder!

As I ride away upon my horse,
the building does explode;
'The heavenly sight I see so
clear - as I rest in my new abode.'
The refugees who assisted me - 
have all been well rewarded,
They have been granted asylum - 
while parliament exploded!!!!

Hail! Hail! The parliament is gone,
and so are all MPs.
I really was successful - I brought
them to their knees.
Remember! Remember! This night
forever - when parliament finally
For my name will be a living legend,
as the infamous...Sir Guy Fawkes!!!!


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

My name is Baby Oleg,
and I'm in Africa,
I really miss my papa - 
his name is Aleksandr.
I have an uncle called
Sergei, but he has been
acting strange,
He has also turned all 
gay - in my eyes this 
makes a change!!

Although I'm in Africa - 
I miss my uncle Sergei - 
He is always busy typing - 
in his laboratory! 
Sergei is in charge - of
the meerkat IT office,
But papa Aleksandr - he
is always eating toffees.

They have gone to America,
to be in meerkat movies,
But Sergei is acting all so
funny - he hangs out with
the smoothies!!!!
I do fear for Sergei - as
he isn't very well,
He never used to be so
gay - he even prunes his 
fur with smelly gel!!!!
I know my papa Aleksandr - 
he is so very sad,
He wants the old Sergei to
come back - and he is so
hopping mad!!
I can only pray in Africa - 
for uncle Sergei now,
I pray he gets better - and
free from his sin, somehow!!

But, now, I stay in Africa - 
as I don't like America - 
They stab their food and
pick it up - without any care!!
I do love England more - 
and papa Aleksandr's big
And if Sergei doesn't turn
straight again - it really 
will be treason.

Why is life so difficult - it
should be very simple,
But Sergei plays all the
time - with his furry pimple.
I love uncle Sergei a lot - 
and I know he hears my 
'But, the next time I see
uncle Sergei - he must
act professional!!!!' 

My name is Baby Oleg - and
now I say; 'goodbye',
I cry all the way to Africa - 
as Sergei is a spy!
Papa Aleksandr, is nowhere
to be seen,
He is so upset - he says;
'Sergei is a QUEEN!!!!' 

I will now go to America - 
and campaign like never
And when I see the gay
rights people - I'll quickly
close the door!!!!
God bless you all - and 
Sergei too - he is a queen
to beg;
'Goodbye my friends - I wish
you well - from a happy
Baby Oleg.'

Compare the market is now
running smoothies,
And we would like to 
welcome you all - to the 
Meerkat Hollywood Movies!!!!


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

My name is Meaty Muslim,
and I love a sausage roll,
Any meat will do me - 
but they're always so very
They really are so tasty, 
but they've shrunk, as over
And they are too quick 
to eat - they're gone in
just one bite!

But now there is an issue - 
we Muslims are offended? 
They're full of Christian
meat - tasty pork has now
The PC brigade are causing
strife - just like they always
'But every time I go and
buy one - there's always a
very long queue!'

I also like my meatballs, 
especially in rich gravy.
Those tasty meatballs are
delicious - they send the
Muslims crazy!!!!
There is also the tasty 
pasty, all covered in OXO
Tasty, meaty, and exotic - 
I'll have to have one of 

So welcome to my shop - 
you Muslims' I do say,
'Come and buy your 
sausage rolls - there is
plenty to buy today?
Take no notice of the PC
people - they are an 
annoying crew,
But if they keep sticking
their oars in - I'll drown
them all in a stew!


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
My pillow is wet
My bed is broken
The keys to my house is lost
Oh! Why oh! Why oh! Why

The floor is my chair
Hunger is my closest friend
The enveloped of sorrow has seal me 
O’ God are there still angels?

I heard a loud voice
It was an usual tune
It spelt out my name
Today, my name is heard all over the world

Unedited copy
Olivia Bedell-Nimley

Copyright © Olivia Nimley | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

In The Name Of Love

My words of soul I humbly offer you—
these sorted gems straight from my loving heart.
With power of emotion deep and true,
I hope to wake the feelings on your part
that leave your mind at peace and free to be,
or stir a somber conflict to be solved.
May all my messages through poetry
help strengthen, comfort you with hope evolved.

My poems, tender gifts of my deep thoughts,
their flow from heart to mind comes clearly through.
Each word expressed, well chosen, dearly sought,
is planned to bring a piece of me to you.

Like rounded polished gems lined up to see
Each word I offer you, heartfelt and free.

Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place~
Contest: In The Name of Love
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 10/31/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
He has so many names and there is so much confusion, 
I'm not sure I kow them all but here are a few.

The Word of God (rev. 19:1-16) 
The Word of Life  (1 John 1:1-3) (1 John 1-3)
The Alpha and The Omega (rev. 1:8) (rev. 22:13)
The Bright and Morning Star  (rev. 22:16)
Messiah   (Daniel 9:25) (1 John 1:41)
Lamb of God  (1 John 1:29)
King of Kings and Lord of Lords  (rev. 19:16)
The Chief Corner Stone  (1 John 20:17) (1 Peter 2:6) (Matthew 21:42)
Man of Sorrows  (Isaiah 53:3)
Rod from the Stem of Jessee  (Isaiah 11:10)
Holy One of Israel  (Isaiah 55:5)

I am sure there are so many more that fit 
fit the purpose. I would appreciate it if you
would like to collaborate I'm sure you know
some that are new, jump in if you would Please?

Copyright © Jack Ross jr. | Year Posted 2011