Best 500 Poems
Along a Jersey creek, somebody
Made a crazy find –
500 pounds of pasta had been
Somehow left behind.
Whoever dumped the noodles
(Mainly elbows and spaghetti)
Isn’t known, but word got out and
There was lots of wordplay ready.
“Pastabilities were endless,”
Was reported and, as well,
“The perpetrators need
The penne-tentiary,” I heard tell.
My favorite was the mastermind
Whose capture is the aim.
Though it might be just an alias,
Al Dente is his name.
When first I swayed her eyes a perfect round,
With hair that fell so circular and dark.
Spherical girl -- not rotund or fat-bound,
With curves that flow in wide expanse of arc.
By dawn the night does wane to working day.
With awe I fill her every need profound --
A pup to fetch and run the word, obey.
My Summer's smile augments a love unbound.
Yet, smiles are few and eyes a glazing dim.
No touch returned for softly warm caress.
I beg her, please, recount my every sin:
"Nothing," says she, a wisp so vaporous.
Summer left a tasteless void of season;
Autumn blows a gust of destined reason....
September 19, 2016
Movie Mania - Romance - Poetry Contest
Inspired by the romantic comedy,
500 Days of Summer (2009)
In 500 million years,
All the seas will boil away.
Nothing is Forever -
Best hit the beach today!
They are on the final stage
Of being in their Nascar cage
Soon they will leave the Daytona sun
And under the lights this car racing contest will be done
After putting up with the rain
It is time to deal with the pit crew game
Check the gas and the glass
Along with the discount tires needed to go fast
Since right on the heels is the Pennzoil shell
Who is trying to make all this gel
Pushing a little harder on the pedal made things go
And Shell Oil was a leader during this east coast happy hour show
As many laps and miles went by
Everybody seemed to be enjoying this sunshine state ride
Kroger might have had a spin and those chocolate candy nuts still wanted to win
It was on lap 184 that discount tires found themselves headed for the exit door
There four wheels lost control in this event
Sending many to the emergency tent.
When returned the laps were showing only ten
Oscar Meyer still was on top to defend
Ketchup and mustard were not needed
Only some grueling time of something called competing
Down the wire the seventy-seven set off such a fire
But nevertheless
It was the fed express
Who got there working overtime
Making sure they were first over the checkered line
But the show was not over since there was one last out of control car schtick
Performed as a Nascar trick.
After finishing the race Oscar Meyer made its case
Let’s flip the bun
To see if there is any ketchup left when the stunt is done.
Up in the air they went
Coming down feeling really spent.
At this hour it is in God’s hands and he is in charge
Of this Nascar star.
But all in all, the Daytona meet stayed with in the law
Sending the circus to Las Vegas where they are here to gamble money
Not the stock car who is there true honey.
New Fiats can be seen on the roads of our nation
since they took the reins of the Chrysler Corporation.
One hundred and eight horsepower does not seem like a lot.
However, that's all we need. The engine gives all it's got.
This Italian machine is quite a diminutive dynamo.
Being very light, it can really get up and go.
Fiat departed North America about three decades ago.
Thankfully, these Italian automobiles have returned.
They are once again displaying the reputation they have earned.
These cars display power with great fuel economy.
If one is good enough for the Pope, it's good enough for me.
My Fortune 500 Company is a billion dollar businesses
Filled with inspirations, diversity, and motivational visions
Corporate cars, business attire, which all are comforted with money out the ass
But I wonder if the clarity of defining your fortune 500 has to deal with cash!?!?
We see the lavish life of the money, cars, clothes and somewhat spoiled life on TV
And with all honesty, every single one of us had that moment when we were like “Damn, I wish that could be me”
But see!?! I rather be born a bum than to be born rich…
So when wealth and great opportunities present themselves in my life I can truly cherish it
Most of us today rather be spoiled by living a life including less hardships…
Magnifying those who seems to have it all
But I look up and admire those who have came from ****….
Because they know how to get up off their ass up and keep walking when they fall
You can give me projected outcomes for the year
And try to calculate what you think my success should be
But I don’t need numbers or prospects with opinions, for GOD tells me my SUCCESS grows near
So the next step for you would be to stop worrying about me
This is only a message for the haters,
Those who try to live their faulty lives through our potential
But to their satisfaction I refuse to cater...
To thoughts that deter my successful moments from being monumental
See my Fortune 500 doesn’t result from money, cars, and other materialistic things
My fortune 500 comes from the love, blessing, opportunity, and special people in my life that GOD brings
Money doesn’t buy us happiness, it only temporarily relieves stress
And blinds us from the little things that are god’s sign of showing us that we are truly blessed
So define your fortune 500 from the things that are dear to you...not to your peers or to the world
Because valuing yourself and knowing your worth and living happily through the simple things …
Will give you more peace, comfort, happiness and a beautiful shine to your life.
10x more than any glisten that can be created by a diamond or the prettiest pearl…
So....What is your Fortune 500!?
I would like to make some nice comments on poetry,
but right now, this annoying thing won't let me.
This is truly a very egregious thing to see.
Don't worry, I will comment on your work eventually.
What should I see here?
"System Error Five Hundred"
What does this thing mean?
My poetry disappeared.
Oh how that thing pissed me off!
Galaxie 500
Teenage boys pile into the rusted and dented
maroon sedan from another time.
The 292 with mechanical lifters comes to life with the rasp of a muffler
whose days are more than numbered.
Sounds of freedom and rebellion bellow from a stolen 8 Track.
Time to escape the mundane…
Time to push the limits of consciousness and sanity.
As we drift the airborne car comes down with a crash — steering hard avoids a tree.
The smell weed, beer, burnt oil and rubber fill the air.
Once again we have landed and are back to the past.
The hardest part
I have felt in a while
is saying that word
and walking my miles
Life tears away
the very thing we love
Being with you
and I just can't get enough
Don't ever forget
about what we could've had
Put a smile on your face
for the good, not the sad
I will find you
wherever you are
Looking for you
under all these stars
You are the thing
that stays on my mind
We didn't meet by mistake
It was a sign
I searched for so long
for the feeling you gave
I was down a dark road
my life you did save
Goodbye doesn't mean
forever at all
I'll come back
if it means I have to crawl
Knowing that you are
without me by your side
truly tears me up
from the out to in side
We must be apart
But this is worth a try
For now my dear
this is temporarily goodbye
My life you did save
CIPROFLOXACIN HCL 500 MG remedied urinary tract infection
No aversion nor embarrassment
admitting, divulging, and jumpstarting
poetic endeavor regarding yours truly
afflicted, blighted, and contracted
with urinary tract infection,
(though condition finds me
feeling pissed off),
whereby urination fraught with
painful burning, gouging,
and stinging sensation.
Aside from the aforementioned ailment
practically, nearly, nay already cured,
after taking bad medicine, I feel great,
but recognize necessity
to take full course
of poetically issued, incorporated,
and identified antibiotic
despite feeling more drowsy than usual.
Impossible mission scrambling,
rummaging, and traversing
complex edifice housing
nooks and crannies pinpointing
how I, albeit married (libido
long since took kamikaze nosedive -
most likely adverse side effect
courtesy countless medications
prescribed to alleviate the bane
of social anxiety, obsessive
compulsive disorder, palmar hyperhidrosis,
et alia) though celibate
became subjected to micturate
experienced problematic discharge
to take a wizz with difficulty and discomfort.
The miracle of modern medicine
(actually corroboration of many
intelligent people such as biochemists,
biomedical engineer, pharmaceutical scientists,
et cetera) nips in figurative bud
ailments of body, mind and spirit
without which yours truly
among untold other individuals
would be unable to function
close to their optimal level as possible.
Though long since averse
to the crass commercialization
of most holidays in general,
and Christmas in particular;
eons ago boyhood found me
unbounded, unrestrained, untethered,
et cetera with bounteous excitement
when December twenty fifth
approached then finally arrived
whereat I knew full well
bearer of various and sundry gifts
linkedin with mother reminding father
in quasi cryptic words scotch tape
and newspaper in such and such place.
At ripe old age
of three score plus three
orbitz around the nearest star
considerably less enthusiasm gushes forth
at clamoring to purchase
and/or receive presents,
but rather anonymous
zoological primate here
within apartment b44
simply wanted a hippopotamus
to appease the hidebound grinch.
I set down to write this poem today
I sat to the Laptop and what did it say
It said to stop it Gary, do anything
If nothing else, just go out and play
Cause you are not doing anything today
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There is a System 500 Failure you know
Their is a ERROR GLITCH on this cache
On Poetry Soup and you need not ask
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Welcome to "Poetry Soup"
And that is how it goe's
Just simply report it, so every body know's
Just simply report it, so what's the dismay
------
It could be anything, Needless to say
So, go have a bowl of Poetry Soup and
Have a nice day :-)'s
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Tell your-self what you would tell you kid's
Their is nothing to see, so get's out of here
Go out to play and needless to say
Please don't bother me, is that ok!
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You should thank the soup, for giving their time
Hope they fix this glitch, befor I loose my mind
They are alway's on the watch, but, 500 doth say
It's my time to play, you have been on this
Garsh dawn screen all day
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You had your time on the soup and baby this in mind
It is time to let Poetry Soup do what it must do
Don't just sit by the screen and start that old crying this time
Stand by and just eat your soup, every thing will be just fine
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Stand by the Soup and Just keep trying and let Poetry Soup
Just keep on trying! And the next time you are on the screen
And their is something that you miss, just check it out
Make sure it is not a Glitch, If it is not, needless to say
Don't evern care to bother, Call the Soup anyway.
GF
****i just love soup...*******
It is the Indianapolis 500, I am in the lead of course.
My car has the power of more than a buggy and horse.
Wait! Did that car just pass me? Racing for me is not a whim!
I am irritated and peeved, so I catch up and overtake him.
I hurry to not only catch up, but leave him in my dust.
His old jalopy is not pretty, and has a back fender of rust.
Hey wait! Cars pass on the left, they pass on the right.
They pass down the middle, it’s fight team, fight fight.
This is a challenge and I am more than ready to win.
I streak down the interstate highway with vigor and vim!
You can’t catch me! I yell as I pass everything on the road.
The cops are chasing me now, maybe winning is going to get old.
Nothing is impossible,
Poetry tells a story.
Time tells it all.
Life is 24 hours in 12.
Why is it hard to find time to do everything in 24 hours?
From sun up till sun down.
We rise and grind for work.
Then lay our heads down and sleep,
Or some of us have the opposite.
Some rise up at sun down.
Sleeping all day.
Can you work a night shift job?
It's easy if you like the night.
Challenging enough on the body.
No matter where we are.
Or no matter where we are.
We are always found and reborn.
Simon says: Thirteen’s my lucky number.
Thirteen years ago, I took dad’s money
and bargained with Time to make my name known.
Fate nudged its elbow into my circuit.
Penske luck and talent helped carry me.
I have had the best mentors in the world
who helped me master the intricacies
of maneuvering oval victories.
Last Sunday, no one wanted that wreath more,
the milk had my name on it from the start.
My best chance to kiss the bricks in Indy,
gotta get in rhythm, driving success.
Thirteen laps to go; green lights on again,
Alex and I changed the lead five more times.
Two tenths of a second, first 'cross the line;
Simon Pagenaud wins the Five Hundred.
If thirteen more (or less) inches had been on the track?
Would that have doubled my win time (half-a-second) or
would Alexander Rossi have taken the title?
No, Fate and Time got it right - drivers of victory.
May 28, 2019
Julia Ward's contest: Driver of Victory
Simon Pagenaud (Padj' en no)