Best Active Poems
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The aardvark who was ashamed looked at the floor
The ant that was angry banged on the door
The bee who was bold ventured on a quest
The bear who was bored drew upon his vest
The cat that was calm never entered rage
The cockatiel who was content sung in his cage
The crocodile that was cheerful looked very pleased
The deer who was disgusted brushed against the trees
The dog who was delighted wagged his tail high
The eagle that was envious soared across the sky
The goat that was grateful helped a near farmer
The gorilla that was glad ate his banana
The giraffe who was grumpy didn’t like the day
The horse who was happy galloped all the way
The jaguar that was jealous ran away far
The monkey who was mad jumped upon a car
The parrot that was proud brought aloud his voice
The snake that was sad made a poor choice
The seahorse that was silly caused a lot of strife
The tiger that was thankful loved to enjoy life
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Retired for ten or twelve years now
I've finally accepted the role
As a senior citizen sent out to pasture
Not good for this once active soul
Poetry has sure helped fill in the gap
But looking for something else
Maybe creating a children's picture book
Got a mind for it I've always felt
Not saying my old mind is childlike
But it's probably close to the truth
Always was able to get down to their level
Even though I'm long in the tooth
So wish me well in whatever endeavour
Don't need to make one red cent
You can wager I'm gonna eventually find out
The activity for which I'm now meant
When is a newsletter not a newsletter
When it's full colour and 36 pages long
Approximately 8 years ago
Began designing what was then
An 4 page black and white newsletter
It has since grown into this schmaltzy
Quarterly full colour community publication
I've always taken great pride
In every venture I became involved with
Now in my years since retirement
This exciting project has my fingers back in the pie
It has given me “raison d'être”
Translated... “a reason for being”
My only regret is that it's quarterly
And not monthly which I would much prefer
It is so very important to remain active
Any way we can in our retirement years
© Jack Ellison 2014
Been retired for over three years now
I've finally accepted this role
As a senior citizen sent out to pasture
Not good for this once active soul
Poetry has sure helped fill in the gap
But looking for something else
Maybe creating a children's picture book
Got a mind for it I've always felt
Not saying my mind is childlike or such
But it's probably close to the truth
Always was able to get down to their level
Even though I'm long in the tooth
So wish me well in whatever endeavour
Don't need to make one red cent
You can wager I'm gonna eventually find it
The activity for which I'm now meant
© Jack Ellison 2013
Walking, the mail man once carried a bag
Slowly, he now drives a jeep to mail box
Brown spots over my mail; a little moist
Like coffee stain probably from the gutter
Lazy! just sit, won’t get out the vehicle now
Months ago, he walked until women came
Hissing teeth, “Just suits me fine, he mumbles”
Recalled my dog, Ruff, chased him one day
Running, the mail scattered all over the street
Like ginkgo leaves spinning in autumn’s wind
Now I wonder, “What in earth am I to do?”
This new mailperson, different yet the same
First a lazy mailman until women appeared
Rules of the game just immediately changed
It’s no longer mailman; it was never mail woman
Now just mailperson; wow women have power!
Some women are awesome! Roses will be great
She ought to smile and bring much more mail
She may come to my door; sensational smile
Active! I bet she will get out of the vehicle
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© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 5/13/09
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De Literature
Noble Star of Literature 2018
Living Legend of the 21st Century
Pentasiv B World Friendship Poetry Featured Poet 2019
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
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"Active volcano" (haiku) 5-7-5
active volcano:
hot smoke gushes up blue sky
mud cloaks small town fast
Oh, wow...
How titillating,
Your curved tongue;
Smoothly gliding over...
My back,
My belly button,
My arms,
My legs,
The nape of my neck....
Mercy! How it tickles
And sends me
To glorious wonderland
And back.
Aha, right there...
Sinfully sensuous!
Don't stop.
Yes, more...
Of that tickling sensation!
Date written: 05/14/2018
The Creed
A crested lark rises in to the window
In the bittersweet rendezvous of a vow,
And my fear passes,
For it is in the free fall of our landing,
its chord colliding into the road,
The sweet sovereignty of a caged bird freed.
He is bold, an arulean flame,
The black phoenix with piercing gold eyes,
As to look into the soul of Man, by the
Whisper of his name.
There is a call to port, the sound of muster.
It is not a sledge,
not a call of arms, or clash of titans,
but a brother in arms, and rather,
the confident laugh of a comrade.
He is mighty, a strengthened arm,
The flame of the Red Cross with piercing blue eyes,
As to hear into the word of Man, by the
Mention of his name.
There is gold in the sky, and at our feet.
It is a sledge,
a selection, a broken arrow,
a burned statue, a torched flag.
It is a fallen hero.
There is an ominous sound of defeat, the sound of silence,
It is a sledge,
A call to pay tribute, or to triumph as titans
A beautiful, soldier of arms fallen, and rather,
my might is strengthened.
But my boots are worn,
Of a previous bunk assignment
and its barrack mate,
And my uniform is disheveled
For they were my fathers
And his father’s father of late.
Her tongue is short,
Petty in its manner
as a a cruel schoolgirl’s is to do,
And she is the crisp April tide,
Surging forward with my frame,
In a slumber within the waves of its wake.
For, Liberty, she is resonance, the strength of my voice,
The trinity of its oath with piercing gold eyes,
As to resound the will of Man, by the
Mention of his name.
And the tyrant, like the first rogue of its origin falls,
The metal barricade falls, the rod upon its mortar,
And as the crown falls from its coronate,
The line runs along the narrow corridor of tyranny's exile,
And in all of its combustion,
The sweet sovereignty of freedom reigns of the tyrant defied
And of the uncaged psalm freed, our creed at last,
rising and falling to the air.
For, I am the unfallen, not once that which once was,
-but that which will rise to fight again
for I am the oath of triumph.
Active macho sperm told the passive egg
I am turned on darling eggie are you on the rag?
Eggie smiled and tumbled
Sperm's bollocks are bumbled
Eve pinched Adam's bum, " your dizzy balls sag".
Singing singers sing
The dreaming dreamers dreams
The believing believers believe
He who asks receives
The whistling whistler whistles
The armed forces possess their missiles
The baking baker bakes
The sound of frying, he does not make
The writing writer writes
The biting baby bites
The quacking duck continues to quack
Where there is produtivity, there is no lack
quasars, kinetic
a billion mass dark hole belch
gamma-ray spawned
Beseech the Lord, for revelations, let Him equipe
You for spiritual battle; for unrest it is lapping at our feet.'
Perversion is rife, sin is advertized broadly.. And what
Does revelations ch 13 v 7 explain.' For those who say
What can we do..? Does it say the beast makes peace
With you? Or you with him.? I think rather not ? So what
Is your answer? Is it yes and amen ? to the Lord of
Hosts' for if you have read that scripture that describes
Christians ' actions then read further to revelations ch 15
Verses 1 to 2.. What are your thoughts,.? Who is this
Who makes it so very plain? 'Who else indeed.? As
God lives surely satan will die, his spirit extinguished
Glory Glory Glory.. Praise Him call upon His name.'
fiery* smoke clouds sky
lethal ash cements green leaves
volcano erupts
*Psalm 21:9 You will place them in a fiery furnace at the time of Your appearing. In His wrath the LORD will engulf them, and the fire will consume them.
February 1, 2020
1st place, "Strict Haiku" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 2/1/2020.
8/16/17
Cruising
And moving
Except when snoozing
Whether win, draw or losing
Focused on improving
On ground level or atop the roofing
Regardless if it may be confusing
Got to keep pursuing
And musing
Even if I continue boozing
Not going to talk about god or the devil
Trying to write something special
Aiming for a higher level
And to always be successful
No time to settle
Foot on the pedal
Got to work on credentials
And show my true potential
Working around pebbles, nettles
Flower petals and metals
Avoiding being captive
Staying away from what I consider unattractive
In a place so massive
Being active
Instead of passive
Climbing mountains, scaling cliffs,
Bungee jumping fan,
Action hero, stuff of myths,
Such a macho man.
Snorkels, dives and flies a plane,
Thrills and danger led,
Wrestles, races, feels no pain…
Only in my head.
For Andrea’s 7/5 Trochee contest