Best Abet Poems
If snowflakes set aflame the ground
They touch and wintry winds abet
The flames, would she and I this day
always remain deeply in love?
Yet snow is snow-it’s wet, it’s cold
Its frigid blanket lacks the warmth
That lover’s hearts depend and thrive;
It stifles, smothers all that grows
and extinguishes any fire.
Snow-flames are just a fantasy
An image conjured in my mind
But in my heart our love is true
In any world we two reside
inventible or otherwise.
Santa, weighed four hundred lbs at his yearly check up.
"The Kids bribe me Dr, with Burgers, fries and ketchup."
Dr said, " That's a lame excuse,
your eating habits, you abused!"
"Doc, the reindeer are mad, I'm too fat, and they can't take off!"
Why don't you see Santa in the Hospital, because he has private elf care?
Why was Santa's little helper so sad, because he had low elf esteem?
How much did Santa's sleigh cost, it was on the house?
What kind of motorcycle does Santa ride, A Holly Davidson?
What do you call a kid that doesn't believe in Santa, a rebel without a Claus?
How can you sense Santa is real, you can always sense his presents?
Why is Santa afraid of Chimney's, cause he is Claus-trophobic?
What is Santa's favorite potato chips, Kringles?
What do Santa's elf's learn in school, the elf-abet?
Santa humor
credit Kelly O'Sullivan
Michael Tor Limerick
Hope you enjoyed,
Cheering you up for
The Holidays...
Who ever gave me
The Special Gift, I
want to thank you
from the bottom of
my heart, and I
hope and wish the
Good Lord returns
a Blessing back to
You. God bless you
know you are a
very Special Human
being. Again words
can't describe my
appreciation... for
the gift you have
given me...
Betwixt our deceptive connection
Lies told, to always end in
I’ll never have a profound perspective
As my skepticism results in your grin
When our paths crossed
Like two sailboats in a panoramic sea
I believed you were mannerly
Though, sprouted unexpectedly was your immorality
My standpoint was already set
My conception was that you’d abet
To all the curves, bumps, and facets of me
Though you’d never devote to me
You’d only break me to debris
Every word transmitted from your “soul”
Carried no true sentimental worth
Yet I believed you, over my mind you had control
Desiring for your concealed lies to rebirth
Lies and gas-lighting were brought upon me
Despite your affectionate expressions
I thought truth be told, that I was free
But I’m now trapped under your early impressions
Doubting and doubting your false affection
Perhaps you don’t know how to express emotion?
But deep inside, I know that’s untrue
That I’m just someone to be used, at least to you
Though acceptance is quite challenging for me
I’m unsure of why I still trust you
As you treat me like nobody
Though these lies will forever pursue.
The most popular educational trend
Courses labeled as ‘STEM’
Science, Technology, Engineering, Math
Offerings that lead to destruction and wrath
Nuclear fusion and fission they aid and abet
Not to mention ‘AI,’ which’ll destroy us all yet
The more ‘modern conveniences’ we have, the more harried we are
Ask folks who bicycle, glad they ditched cars
Perhaps we can teach the next generation
how best to avoid war through negotiation
Failing that, mankind seems doomed to stagnation
painted leaves abet
oak attacks: acorns,
tripping me up as
illegal fires smoke
rotting pumpkins
under fake blue skies
white sunshine
beating down
the cold
Reason insufficient, put no man above the law
And to instigate
To aid and abet in any form of hate
Is a fundamental conspiracy
Against his own exalted view
Of the savage transformed to deity by reason.
I cannot speak of St. Bartholome's massacre
But I know revulsion
For five females raped, the youngest only eight.
Blood drips from that philosophy
Without balm or cross
That by subtle argument construe
Men who knew the difference between wrong and right
Performed this gruesome deed by cover of night
I cannot trust the lofty exaltation
Of the savage and his barbarity to volition
Something more sinister and more dark
Something meaning that rebellion
A greater purpose than reason can opine
Is significant man's madness all the time
O Kant, I lay it at your door
Mal es el nombre primero
You are neither god nor with us
And its more than reason that you are dust
Death is no aesthetic illusion
But I have seen since the Enlightenment
Men crawling up and down in delusion
Finding scraps after scraps
All your freedom is anarchy
While they are strangled
In your brain numbing conspiracy
Exalting the fall to a greater throne.
Keeping a Secret
By Elton Camp
Whatever you tell me will assuredly be secure.
That I might spread it around you need not fear.
No matter what the temptation, my lips are sealed.
Your deepest, darkest secret will never be revealed.
Oh, so you took your blond-haired secretary out a date?
With her looks, I can see why your wife would be irate.
I’ve noticed how she dresses when at work.
It’s easy to see why she’d drive you berserk.
You didn’t do something really vile.
At least it seems she’s not with child.
As long as you never take her out again,
There’s no reason your marriage need end.
It’s best to give your secretary the axe.
With her out of the way, you can relax.
Take my good advice and never tell a soul.
It’ll never be learned by your wife Nicole.
Keeping quiet was easy enough for a while,
But when I thought of it, I’d have to smile.
He won’t object if I only tell my wife.
We share everything we learn in life.
So I told it to her and she didn’t stop
Until she reached the old beauty shop.
“Hey, girls, while Sue’s fixing your hair
I have some juicy gossip I want to share.”
It was heard by a half a dozen.
And one was Nicole’s cousin.
Such treachery she couldn’t abet.
Nicole learned it before the sun set.
The result then, of course,
A messy and angry divorce.
Remember what Benjamin Franklin said:
“Three can keep a secret if two are dead.”
I lay, dripping, soaked within a dark sweat,
seeing and hearing your soft voice abet.
I want to run, to leave this merciless realm,
but you pull me closer, without a choice at helm.
Get out of my dreams.
I miss you, but I hate you, every last memory.
You taunt my every being, you’re all that I see.
I see you in the crowds, or when I’m all alone.
You’re here and there, on your heartless throne.
Why couldn’t you stay?
Get out of my life.
I hear your laughter and see your beautiful smile.
Once so beautiful, now helping others with guile.
You’re now decayed, withering into shallow dust.
I loved you so much, and never again will I trust.
Get out of my head.
Tears I weep, when others aren’t around to see –
I remember the days, the months and years I bleed.
I try to forget, and to hate you and your choices.
But all I can hear are these damn forgiving voices.
Maybe I am what you proclaim me to be.
Was I really that monster, that demon you see?
I hate what I love and love what I hate.
I try to erase our past, and to claim it our fate.
But I can’t let go, you’re all that I hear and see.
I wished you could have loved, that loathsome “me”.
Get out of my heart.
If by some coup of divine luck I had to wisely say,
I would enlighten you around your exquisite way.
Notwithstanding, they appear to slip from my grip,
Wet wails are set down, and they correctly air slip.
No, I'm not leastwise, going to attempt,
The gentle words solace me while I wept.
With each murmur, they scream in agony,
The conflict with each peek and squinny.
Finding meaning is beyond difficult while composing,
Others sentiments and erratic behavior in portraying.
It scarcely appears to be enthusiastic and precarious,
They abet in the expression of regret and terrible sadness.
At this point, not a wellhead of bother in my life,
It's not a potential benefit, tragically but strife.
Uplifting affirmations and dominant motivation,
The broke advantages of the historic mansion.
The text reveals a likely path to heaven,
It's up to them to halt what's in regression.
I don't have any power while I'm creating,
I only host the party, and words start coming.
Kindly be sure to write as regards to me,
I'm a poem provide me a spot to see.
I'll unfurl, and I hope to receive gold,
My story is being related but not sold.
Written: April 25, 2022
1st place contest winner
POEM ON POETRY MUSE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
The midnight clings to dwarfish kings
while robot drones, adorning thrones,
kneel, bowing to the Old...Guard.
Arrhythmic clocks and wooden box
grace FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.
The diplohacks, like melting wax,
have swept along the clueless throng,
some dying for a life...guard.
And Nun, alone, has beached their bones
in FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.
Beyond the streams, a raven screams
at loser fish that swarm and swish;
Nun slowly drains her dreams...jarred.
There are no thanks along the banks
near FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.
While FRiar smiles and prowls the aisles
the hierarch obeys the bark
from maw that oozes pure...lard.
There's much ado throughout the zoo
in FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.
Well, FRiar’s pets are in a sweat;
he calls the tunes near burning dunes
and taps his cloven feet...charred.
They roast in rooms, their future tombs,
in FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.
His myrmidons, they drool and fawn
reciting verse near FRiar’s hearse,
extolling wild the van...guard.
Remote controls abet the trolls
in FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.
With faces straight, in bent debate,
they advertise their empty lies
to every passing re...tard.
Grey zombies groom white flies in bloom
in FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.
continued in Part 2
This time each year we now celebrate
The conviction: love can conquer hate
Yet while our journey has come so far
A horizon, peaceful, still shines afar
My heart-of-hearts detests the fights
But we MUST push on for equal rights
For all those souls thus hurt or lost
Must not be ceded forsaken cost
Those voices cried in pain and strife
Will inspire our own to abet free life
So as ONE race, of women and men
The message, timeless, now-to-then
Is that we'll strive for love, in hand
'Til a time ALL hearts can understand
That heaven gave us this good earth
To share as HUMANS, in equal worth
And from the sands of struggle, sift
Grains of compassion ... our greatest gift.
(Yes, I wrote this before I saw that the contest was Acrostic, lol - not the first time ... it's rough, getting old) ;-)
Have you ever considered the life you have led?
Did you strive to make better the world that you found?
If your actions were weighed, would you come out ahead?
Have you savored the wonders and joys that abound?
Was existence a blessing or filled with regret?
Did you fight or ignore the injustice you saw?
Did you treat all as equals or bigots abet?
Have you squandered your talents or given your all?
Did you dreams of your childhood forsake or achieve?
Is your honor intact and your conscience now clear?
Did you friendship and fairness both give and receive?
Were you loved and respected the time you here?
Are you truly remorseful for wrongs you have done?
Did you challenges face and adventures pursue?
Has your life been a sprint or a marathon run?
Would you rather relive it or start one anew?
He screams follow your dreams! Nightmares are dreams.
Awake in a cold sweat, try to forget;
The monsters gathering a head of steam.
He screams follow your dreams! Nightmares are dreams.
His mind awash with reams of scary schemes;
Dreaming of frightening images, yet
He screams follow your dreams! Nightmares are dreams.
Awake in a cold sweat, try to forget;
The monsters gathering a head of steam.
He screams follow your dreams! Nightmares are dreams.
His mind awash with reams of scary schemes;
Dreaming of frightening images, yet
Awake in a cold sweat, try to forget;
And give your nightmares no aid and abet.
Written 6/7/21
Awash her hair in honeysuckle suds,
As rain with pleasure falls from puffy clouds,
Over dye — pink and gray sans sun, pert buds.
Youth’s effervescent scent of rain so loud —
The sunflowers asleep...June laughs out loud.
A summer’s stream of joyful tears abet
The pinch of confidence — a blushing crowd
Of pinkish roses dawn in stained sunset.
A butterfly jade comb adorns June’s hair warm-wet.
6/19/2018
Dale Cozart’s Summer Rain 2
Spencerian Stanza
Be a simple task to forget. Actions deliver lustier than words.
Eagerness and dedication offer blessings and rewards.
Sacred Heart is a symbol of goodness that propels us to confer back.
Only those who dare to rise will find out how afar they can whack.
Gorgeous welfare relies on the strength to remit and forget.
Our worst fears revel in wolves, keeping our most severe threat.
Our action is led based on value versus our abet.
Divergent roads can lead to a single lane if you can't bet.
Time spent finding a voice is never lost; you will have a tone.
Horizon shifting bears fresh Joy to the younger setting sun.
Encounters of recent things, pick to view a ray of fresh sunshine.
You embrace feelings in myriad ways stages of the lifespan.
Correct what you did wrong to enhance your performance.
An innate sense of reality works wonders, even if it's for once.
Nuance is a blessing; it bends to figure out your place.
Theorize how powerful is the paradox of division and coherence.
Inducement could grasp the start of a hinged flurry.
Grin and strive for yourself and create your mystery.
Natural law is harmed by humanity; Divine intent is always holy.
Overlooked or ignored cannot throb the ego; you are the sanity.
Remorse let you pace to repair it; you're still alive or be angry.
Embrace one's intuition is less harmful than being placed scary.
Your life is well crafted; the Lord is behind lines guiding you.
Over life, you will lose many things; all pledged to Lord accrue.
Until you do wondrous deeds to be heard, no one can ignore you.