.
ya heard 'bout
the hair on hiz "chinny chin chin"
'turnz out
that wolf luuuvz'
all thuh hairz on
hiz chinny
chin chin'd
tuh
thuh hairz
lo
b b
'twixt'd
hiz
asterisks
In quilting class, we’re making balls;
We cut and sew and stuff
And stitch and stuff some more until
The ball is firm enough.
The pieces start as pentagons
In fabrics that we choose,
So all the projects look unique
When we are sharing views.
I’ve made one for each grandchild,
For these quilted balls are fun,
Which I proudly showed my husband
Just as soon as they were done.
As I go to post this poem, though,
I do wonder, when it’s read,
If the Poet Police will change my balls
To asterisks instead.
“****”
this morning
my alarm clock
swore at me
wake the
beeep
up!!!
The indents and lines upon the Earth
From snow melting, has written its fluid song of rebirth.
The sky, cold blue, wars with the sharp heating sun.
This moment of exclamation says Springtime's begun
Splats of snow lie beneath cliff's high rook.
They splay like asterisks on the pages of a book.
A hiker on foot notes the changes in spring airs,
While the snow under the cliff sheds the last of its tears.
This just in,
earth is careening toward an asterisk,
speeding toward a footnote,
alien podiatrists are monitoring.
Elephants have moved in-land
refusing interviews to the press.
In other news,
sinkholes have been rescued
from children’s ears.
Cyclonic swirls of pelicans
have created a weather front
scientists are stumped.
Excuses from discredited experts
have been spotted
escaping back to Beijing.
Nothing may actually be true
except for the asterisks,
these random star-shaped symbols
are always a tease, a risk,
Someone might misinterpret them,
call them misinformation.
Soup Censors will never weigh risks
Of publishing physical frisks
For children must know
Wherever they go
Saint Francis rode three asterisks
Boys sprawled on the floor
intent on setting up their army men
The floor cold and inviting
The stare of a teachers eye
The curve of her smile at common play
So there’s a movie, The Rules of Engagement
that is *the internal rules or directives
among military forces
ROE defines the circumstances
conditions, degrees and manner
in which the use of force
or actions
which might be construed, as provocative
may be applied*
so I innocently ask a question kids
have no business understanding
nor have an answer for, nor
for that matter do I have
a comprehensive understanding
of statement
but I ask anyway
because such flops
often come into my brain
and out of my patootie
What are your rules of engagement?
Just then a grandfather leans into my ear
You want to know what the rules of engagement are?
You get that son of a b***ch, before he gets you!
He goes on to tell me he’s reading
Tea with Terrorists
and says you don’t
I think by then I had fallen off my chair
and was lined up with the army men
2/5/2021
Based on my true story!
*Between asterisks, definition obtained from wikipedia
You must be very proud of yourself today,
For last night's curious juvenile display,
When in another of your childish snits,
You ripped your copy of the President's speech to bits!
What a sad example you've set for America's sons and daughters to emulate.
God help America with you and people of your ilk guiding Her fate.
What a pitiful, deplorable and legendary farce!
You will forever be renowned as America's 'orses ****!
(Note: Soup censored my word indicated by the 4 asterisks but it rhymes
with farce!)
Love goes away quickly, without regrets, tears and farewells, leaving only insomnia and bleeding stanzas. Sloppily, hastily and haphazardly written lines: "Love's gone, leaving behind all i's dotted and all t's crossed”. Oh, how you’re rough, my draft! Misspellings, strikethrough vows of love, blacked out curses, female profiles in the margins, exclamation points, blots and ellipsises - ellipsises at the end of every line - the footprints of irreversible love...
crests zigzags lightings
asterisks that's how love went
into my poems
once upon
a perfect word
asterisks
imagine my voice
* jumps onto a t-rex and gallops away into the sunset *
Scowl from a Fowl
Everybody had been saying their blessing
Started to eat turkey filled with dressing
Along with some salad and cutup tomatoes
And my favorite which is sweet potatoes.
Ate crisp piece of bread without crumpling
Discovered how much I liked apple dumpling
Which is what we had towards the end
And turkey wishbone we tried to bend.
Longer the length always better the luck
And a turkey I never have tried to pluck
When it stopped running all over the place
He was left with terrible look on his face.
Teeth loosened as days of life did increase
And we ended up eating macaroni and cheese
Never again to see a face with a big scowl
Worn by tough turkey who once was a fowl.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran
www.poetrysoup.com
Name: jthorn5656
Password: *soldierboy*
In asterisks and one word
in small letters
In between the scars
where was the frame ?
With artichoke, you were
dismentaling the ethos.
Giving a suspended
death sentence to cadence
of love. You know what
you did not know, about life.
Hauntingly ethical ? You
do not want to become a sensual
father, releasing sperms in
petri dishes. The eggs will find
their mates. It was a dark
conspiracy to overthrow the
hierarchy of calculus. Do
not remove the asterisks.
Satish Verma
*All those monsters, you were talking about
...........They were replaced by cute bunnies and cuddly bears
*All those dark shadows you were complaining about
..........Sunlight diminished them
*All the demons that were scaring you
..........They were nothing. I scared them away now
*They're all gone now
.........Behold, your great hero is here!
*All your fears
..........I hope you conquer them
*I'm sorry
..........Hush now, Child
*I promise you
..........I'll protect you
*It was only me.
(now read only the lines with asterisks*)
*This is only a feeble attempt, i was just practicing,
tell me about your suggestions please :)
Plus, i don't know what kind of poetry this is
in love with vermilion
floating on optics
………………………………………….
you learn in moments of insult
or insults in moment of learning
………………………………………….
fishless bones
still he smels of withering pain
on black satin
…………………………………………….
you don’t want to suffer
with asterisks
annotation
disfigurs the essence
……………………………………………
i will boil the moon
to find the separateness
between scent and grief
…………………………………………..
i am done
the poem is over
death has walked away
Satish Verma
Related Poems