I'm a sea captain!
Don't need a microphone !
I watched you take a back spin
With the skills I've honed
You pre picked your pansy pearl
Thought I didn't know it?
You presented your gargantuan
giggly girl
But didn't expect the Floating Poet
To the fart scoundrel of snoot port
Who saw the need was dire
Had the art counsel of Beaufort
Promise 2nd and 3rd to out of town
liars
(along with money and nice hotel
rooms)
It was a nice thing you did for her
The unethical proposition
She was the winner the judges
concur
But it was a liars competition
these are the last words you'll hear
From me there's no protest
But I'd like to see appear
An honest liars contest
Since it had nothing to do with luck
Let these words forever harass
cause I think you all suck
and you can take this cheap kazoo
you gave me and shove it up
your................
Robert Hinshaw, what you do is great,
i say because, its comedy in poetry,
we could use a few more like you,
to tickle us until we spew,
keep em coming on true blue,
till you sidestep out the gate.
THE POETS BLOODY FATE, MATE.
Yes Bob it's enjoyable,
tossing lines back n forth,
stirrin the possum one more time,
till he don't know south from north,
words do flow tween toe n toe,
never to be rich, but mates abound,
all around, jabbering onward forth!
good on ya Bob
ya aint no snob,
to know a Galah like me,
great words you talk,
I'll squeak n squalk,
till this bird is flappin free:)
Don
to bring a smile to a few dials, in the nasty world we have,
do whatever you do with style, if not call 4 a cab hehehe,
great hobby mate ...no debate ...but feedback brings it on ..
the words do flow ...sandgoanna goes ....but Johnson lingers on
on ya Bob
Don
Punkination
Do we forget that words an rhyme,
Is poetry’s other dopey climb,
Insanity and sordid mime,
Are maybe still in fashion.
The words do flow,
just mental go,
Unbridled by the spelling,
Punctuation doesn’t have to know,
The trivial line I’m dwelling.
Spell checker of the soup,
disagrees with me,
perhaps I have the,
English stoop, stupe,
Like tire or tyre for thee .
Don Johnson 11-jul-11
Verse should be judged on its meaning and flow,
Not by punctuation , or spelling ya no (olde English was badly spelled too)
Perhaps
that love flies by on silver wings
what hurts the most is how it stings
but rise we must for love it brings
us lonely little ding a lings...
supporting words are ever sought
prattling of some brighter thought
round and round it rattles till
the keyboard forms and words instil
love you mate and I ain’t bent
you be a shiela heaven sent
Don Johnson
O' wise man are thee, as wisdom ripens in thy heart and mind
You are a man of God, my pastor for it was but by the will of God that your words have reached my ears
As I slowly transform my beliefs and wash my eyes so that they can see in Jesus what they could not before
I fall deep in mystwry to fully understand God, for God is perfect love
As God spoke the light onto the world, have you spoken thy faith in me
I believe, and I accept and trust in the gift for us all
I desire to eternal life, to stand next to my lord Christ Jesus for he paid my price too
Please accept these humble words of spoken gratitude and smile for you are a fisher of men
An outstanding ministry is yours, to capture the will of so many
At this point not but number but by heart truly you have a vast number
Lead us your sheep
The Lord chose you to guide his church, and I ssee why
You are a man of character, compassion and understanding
A man of faith, a man with a heart that palpitates in Gods hands
Where do I see myself a few years from now? Serving my God
For my God is love and all mighty powerful
With the challenge of writing a poem in the now
I reach for my pen, a lightning quick draw
Gun slinging the page with a six shooter of words
Letters ricocheting off of the page, escaping the poems claw
Defeating all who dare to challenge my ink shooter
Walking tall in Poetry soup's Wild West
Poets work, slinging words left and right
We enter contest, to conquer and be the best
Today I'll spur the paper with cowboy up
Put my words down with the quickness
Winning the buckle of Glory
Riding this bull named "dirty business"
I'm riding off into the sunset another notch in my belt
The legend of the "Word Slinger" has begun
Conquering all from the east to the west
Riding in glory, clearing the dust second to none
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Inspired by Matt caliri contest - Write now-
took me 30 minutes to write and type 8-19-09 had lots of fun!!!!!!!!!!
purely fictional :-)