Best Adding Poems
Ray Gridley has a possible diagnosis
Alas, rabbits do catch viral myxomatosis
Since Jan's is a famous banging bunny
Who stays far from field and ANY honey
Energizer Bunny will bang on till unconscious!
(c)Deo, 04152017
But Jan, is this a Limerick trick?
Your family, truly, has no Dick and no Rick ...
I could have sworn
Since I, too, had been born
my family had to have had one Mr. Dick!
(c)Deo.I could not bring myself to declare it as clearly last week. Now Good Friday gives way to naughty Saturday ... have at it. Shalom.Smile: Jesus is not a prude, but He does have standards (No adultery, for one. Have limericks though)
I wanted to add purple to my garden, she said.
She was lucky to have me, I thought in my head.
What about catmint, hydrangea, or meadow rue?
She looked confused, like she did not know what to do.
There is always lavender, corydalis, alluring allium too.
She took a step back and landed heavily on my shoe.
Spiderwort, mist flower, violet, anise, I suggested to her.
She did not respond fast, so I mentioned lupine, so pure.
How do you know so much about flowers, she asked me.
I don’t know, I guess I have grown up with them naturally.
Verbena, leading lady plum and bellflower might be the way…
She screamed, turned on her heel, and ran squarely away.
Written 6-5-2022
Contest: Purple Flower Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
My hungry fingers licked your face,
tasting every curve;
my eyes consumed your image
much like a starving child devours food.
Love-fragrance laced the air we breathed.
We were drunk,
addicted to our potent attraction.
Life crackled with intense emotion,
teetering on Cupid's arrow point.
"This is true love!" I told my dizzy self.
"A love for the ages; a love to last forever."
Almost we had that of which poets sing,
heaven was ours to clasp . . .
We walked a while together
the path that all must walk;
in the treading I realized that love was never what I dreamed.
Love is more than emotion.
Love is tireless devotion,
sometimes monotonous, repetitive motion,
a profound obedience!
What we found was life,
the working side by side,
caring,
training our spirits to appreciate inner foreign lands,
cleaning up the dirty,
laughing through the tears,
bearing the faults and sins of each other,
nursing soul-wringing sorrow,
Living an adding up the years kind of life. . . .
True love was within our reach.
©Faye Lanham Gibson, April 15, 2015
Doing crazy things
doesn't make an individual insane,
it adds spice to life;
I did lots of harmless, foolish things
to bring my classmates out of depression
and make them laugh heartily.
Eric was the weirdest kid
in our English class,
he was depressed a lot
and kept to himself,
and with his morbid looks,
one couldn't help feeling sorry for him;
I had a plan to snap him out of it.
That gloomy Monday morning
our teacher, Mrs. Armstrong,
was reading from Shakespeare's play,
" Hamlet " making us feel his madness,
how he planned to commit murder...
goose bumps appeared on everybody's skin!
Eric started to shake as if he were coming for him.
I looked at him at him and said,
" What's the matter? Eric, you don't like the play? "
" No," he answered in a sarcastic way...
" Blood makes me faint! "
" Look, Hamlet is thinking of murder,
and hasn't killed anyone yet, but wait...it gets scarier
when he freaks out and does it! "
Eric stared at me and trembling murmured,
" What do you mean by that? "
" Buddy, since you are afraid of blood,
you shouldn't be in this class,
and if you feel like vomiting , go to the rest room! "
As a lighting flashing, Eric with encroached hands on his belly,
ran out of the class room without saying anything.
" Where are you going Eric ? " Mrs Armstrong asked.
But Eric kept going, giving her a sickly look.
" I will expel you from my English class! "
She exclaimed with a maddening gaze.
" Excuse him, Mrs Armstrong...he's not feeling well,
he drank half gallon of spoiled milk and he needs to vomit! "
I screamed back with soaring anger.
Everyone started to laugh and induced vomiting.
"Not here! Not here! Everybody leave!" she yelled
with exaggerated commotion by dropping her book
on her coffee cup...Ah! It splashed by turning her white face black!
" Run, everybody, run...she's another crazy Hamlet! "
And jumping up for joy, I was happy to have made everyone laugh!
Adding Rhyme To My Free Verse, Cooking Poetic Stew
My thoughts are dark as deep night,
The stinging vine, the wisp of smoke,
The elusive unicorn, freshly killed,
Yet my hopes are dancing upon sunny days.
Those memorable and glorious days,
Sunny rays raking proud, tall trees,
Flowing waters washing my tired brain,
Swimming in cool, soft blue seas.
Begging rain to let out its downpour,
Crumbling towers in dark red sand,
Life giving, my always wanting much more,
Applause, applause, for the wondrous band.
Casting myself down old and worn rocky paths,
~ ~ ~
An empty blue bucket in my left hand,
Scattering of sunset rays upon my back,
Rejecting safe pathways as just too bland.
Grabbing storms by their raging, dark tails,
Kissing lightning as skies it then adores,
Empty boat , drifting alone with torn sails,
Seeking lost paradise on mythical shores.
I that write my dear addiction in poetic verse,
Can not find the strong will to thus quit,
Sometimes this blackness in writing is a curse,
Like frothy blood in my life sustaining spit!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-25-2015
I was carting horse manure in a trailer that’s on loan.
I’m driving on the back roads ‘cause I know that I am prone,
to be courting a disaster if I take a major road,
with no brake lights or blinkers and no cover on the load.
I took me time by driving slow but then uttered in disgust,
when I saw a blue light flashing in amongst the swirling dust.
No blinkers and no brake lights, and added to the cop’s report,
was the unsecured load and so I’ve booked a day in court.
This meant a day off work for the ‘bluey’ stated ten o’clock.
I dressed up in a suit and tie for me day out in the dock,
but as I sat back and listened at the cases being heard,
I was getting pretty restless - ‘cause the protocol’s absurd.
They said ten o’clock be there and when one o’clock had passed,
call goes out ‘its lunchtime,’ and so I gave the clerk a blast.
I told him I’m a working man and that he’s wasted half me day,
so how much longer must I be here, before I can get away.
The clerk didn’t offer favours and in fact he didn’t budge.
He mentioned quite sarcastically “Why don’t you ask the judge?”
So I sauntered back in to the court and waited for me turn,
and listened to the judgments that are handed down quite stern.
And then the call goes out for me and so I walk toward the dock.
The judge looked up and said “Hold on, it’s gone past four o’clock,
and then declared “Court is adjourned; I’ll hear your case next week.”
I thought, “You bloody rotten mongrel! I’ll give you some cheek.”
Just as the judge had turned his back, I let out with a spray,
“Hey listen here you goat, I can’t miss work another day!”
He spun around and glared at me, and with a sharp retort,
“I’m fining you one hundred dollars - for contempt of court.”
A hundred bucks! You mongrel … and so I pulled me wallet out.
The clerk scurried up beside me for what he thought that I’m about.
“You don’t have to pay it now” he said -
“I know you pair of nerds,
I'm just seeing if I have enough for two more flamin’ words.”
There’s a query that I need to conclude,
about my cat who with mice does collude.
Now I’d pay the price
to get rid of these mice -
Where can I buy mouse-flavored cat food?
Let
Me
Try this
A new way
To express our thoughts-
Share our mathematical hearts
My
Left
Breast aches
Cancer cries
My Life proves worthwhile
As chemotherapy invades
Can’t
Wait
To share
With students
Poetry in math
Lessons from the pain and healing
Adding Colorful Food to Your Diet
By Elton Camp
Antioxidants are needed experts say
Eating colored food is the best way
Their wise advice I decided to apply
To eat more brightly colored I’d try
I did it because I thought I should
Even if they don’t taste very good
To my surprise, that wasn’t the case
I found a colorful food of good taste
It has red, orange, yellow and green
On each bite, two letters “m” are seen
From the pack, it is all ready to eat
There’s no need to give it any heat
Also, I’ll have you to understand,
There’s no mess made in your hand
I wish I had learned of this long ago
Because I really do enjoy them so
And the nutritionists have no doubt
Bright colors is what health is about
There's something going on around here, something special.
Something's being tossed in the bowl- (sort of speak). Something that to my likes, tastes and smells as good as any cheery pie, apple strudel, or creme filled pastry. I suppose it's in the air, or, in the soup, if I may say. I sense a great deal of trust, honor and friendship. I trust my gut and soul, for it is soothed and full of warmth. I get the feeling that it is not only I that feels this way. Let us continue to reap the rewards together for in which this community so much has to offer. But it is the "love" that embraces my heart every time I read a comment, poem, or story written by my fellow poets and poetesses. Yes indeed, there's something going on around here. Something that's addicting...and I'm addicted! I promise- to be just another ingredient that adds a little taste to this already very flavorful mixture of sweetness and seasonings from around the globe. Do you think the rain will hurt the rhubarb? "Not if it's in cans" my dad used to say". So, I will continue to add my rhubarb- can or not.
I hope it appeases you all...
Sincerely,
PS member
5/30/22
"Not Adding Up"
A lot just yap and bluff
Electricity I can conduct
Even though it all is not adding up
At times I had enough
Yet couldn't stop myself it's sad and tough
So I spent time in an abandoned hut
Then ate a muffin that was Banana nut
No it didn't help, due to a lack of love
A continual pattern of packing nugs
Drinking, smoking all day n' night until I'm no longer standing up
I was doing bad and stuck
Mad as f***
At times like why did life have to suck?
A misfit
It's as if I've hardly existed
I've been cold and distant
Somewhat resistant
But far from inconsistent
Instead of always getting twisted
I'll pay her a visit
Then go on a picnic
Life, just trying to live it
Following through more on wishes
Instead of heading toward sleeping with the fishes
No matter if they want to nitpick
Most scared
Always trying to impose their
Beliefs and opinions, it's unwise to go there
You'll just end up nowhere
Eventually I found something so rare
Regardless if all don't care
Similar to the animal world, you're not or you are alpha
A carnivore or a strict diet of Alfalfa
From Cachagua
To Mt. Shasta
All the way to Alaska
And then beyond Nebraska
It's worldwide, not ending in Atlanta
You Do the Math
David J Walker
Such is the cost of
Granting another day
Travel another step away
Down A longer path
You do the Math
Scribbled and quibbled
On every empty calendars graph
Adding it up
unable to take away
Any day you have passed
Any past with unresolved wrath
You do the math
Day by
Day
By day
They were doing the tango, the slide and the dip.
We told them they were unrefined; the gargoyle let it slip.
They came after us with machetes, axes, knives and such.
We scurried from the table; Frankenstein knocked down the hutch.
Oh, sorry said the ghouls, the werewolves, and the vampire bat.
But wow! Look at this spread! Will you kindly look at that?
We stopped in mid run, to watch them admire our tea party.
Why don’t you join us? Frankenstein’s ma asked, real hearty.
Are you sure there is enough? A closet monster asked in awe.
Sure! She said. These dainty biscuits would never fill his pa!
We even invited the witches, the warlocks, and the lambadam king.
We shared the table cloth as napkins, our paws reigned supreme.
We discussed the next tea party, who would be invited and all.
After the pandemic, we got along great, this would be a new fall.
The Frankenstein’s hosted it this time, one of the goblins said loudly.
We will be the next sponsors; his kin agreed rather proudly.
We started a masterful tradition that day in the forest of oaks.
A tea party of diverse monsters; and we discovered we are really just folks
Written 8-17-2021
Contest Frankenstein Tea Party
Sponsor Joe Maverick
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