Best Ado Poems
scattered thoughts whirling
anticipation filling
dreamscape awaiting
His poet’s way with words - far-flung,
Don’t get me wrong I love his tongue.
The words caress,
I acquiesce -
If only he were better hung.
May 15, 2023
Much Ado About Poo
We purchased so called “big boy pants”
complete with all their “cans and can’ts”
thought potty training a big mistake
till the day he yelled “I made a snake!!!”
Cats will cover up their load
horses drop it in the road
birds can do it while they fly
dropping it on the passersby
people do it in their homes
in rooms – complete - with useless tomes
chronicles of endless strife
missing pages - used to wipe
whales do doo-doo in the sea
where grinning people also pee
bears – they have no cant’s – they have no ‘shoulds’
they just do it in the woods
people on the other hand
think each movement something grand
ritualize the where and when
each plopping splash – a perfect ten
why must there be so much ado
‘bout when and where and how – we poo
John G. Lawless
7/26/2015
The thickets were traitors,
Front and back they cut me down
Till I lost the sight of my buttery;
Gasping like blacksmith’s belows I asked:
What flesh did antelope even have?
By morn, and under cerulean skies,
he rises from sheets and soft pillows of down;
and gives praise; for the Lord is just and wise,
and great to behold by this earth all round.
By noon, he sets about his songs and rhymes,
labors whose creation gives him pleasure,
and purpose, for an infinite lifetimes;
pressed down, piled, and parceled with good measure.
Then, by eve, lest beastly Insomnia
comes, he now and anon derives his rest
from the night's orgies with the Muses: a
reward that none may oppose, or protest.
A bard chaste for all time, and hence unloved,
finds love with the muses: for they're beloved.
Just picture this:
Our solar system with it’s Sun and its planets
The delicate dance around that the planets do
Now imagine an incredibly massive hair net
That holds all together like celestial super glue
Now try to conceive of the vast distances/space
between even the closest...or the most far
and how they race at breakneck pace
in lockstep about our star
Step back if you would...outside of our realm
You’ll see our part of the cosmos as simply a sphere
A round vesicle vessel with who knows what at the helm
And no need of a helmsman or rudder to steer
What I’ve just described:
Is naught but a rude, crude similacrum
Of the further digression of what I’m trying to say
That I hope will be obvious to some (and hopefully many)
Who take the time to bear with me today
I’m going to ask you:
Now to take note of a fantastic thing
The amazing similarity of things so dissimilar
You might have to let your imagination take wing
And take total leave of everything familiar
Imagine the smallest of the small:
Then imagine it many million times smaller still
It to, is a universe in it’s own right
It to, like ours, has a centre (nucleus) as all universes will
and like ours can even produce light (excited electrons)
Let us take this comparison even further:
with poetic license let’s call this it’s Sun. Ok?
about which negatively charged particles (planets?)
Rotate in precise orbits in a very planetary way
and are held tight in a circle..(remember the hairnet?)
Now let’s throw distances into the mix:
Imagine the distance from the Earth to the Sun
It’s all mostly empty vast space wouldn’t you agree?
Well It’s the same for the tiny atom
That makes up everything. (for now, think you and me)
Now let’s consider unimaginably empty space:
It is the basic component both of universes and atoms
And since everything including us, is composed of things atomic `
and has been since the days of Eve and Adam
I’ll get to my point...and my point is anatomic!
Let’s bring this tiresome diatribe to an end:
By realizing That atoms (meaning you and me)
Are mostly nothing and that’s a bit humbling
we’re naught but egos...noisy...but empty
just souls made of holes in empty space
...atumbling...
“Maybe in your next life “Krishna said
Because we really don’t know what happens, after your dead
Well, our president has beat the charge
our military now list him as “at large”?
Tomorrow will still keep its Dawn
Because of a memory it must carry on
Will the criminals be allowed to rule?
And are we allowed the devils tools
Perhaps the plan that our gods intend
Is to overthrow our heroes who were built by pretend
yet who is the god and what is their gender?
from whence did they come the west or Eastender
Perhaps theirs a story that needs to be told
but who are the tellers the young or the old
asking for facts yet not accepting the truth
you will squander your wisdom on our untrained youth
the queen has now died and left our earth
still gathering friends and pocketing girth
there are laws in place to protect her grave
for those who steal from what she saved
"Dethrone them all" as Alice would say
"For the thrones made of gold and we shall spend it this way!
“Much Ado About Nothing”
Romeo’s love doesn’t fall through,
As Tybalt piques his fancy too.
And Juliet,
Not in love yet
Chills out on Tinder and Temu.
William, don’t mind the premise pick,
The rhymes have moved on so to speak;
Short and lightweight -
It’s shooting straight,
Not a sonnet, a limerick.
No tragic twists, no tricksy lies,
No fam’ly feuds to dramatize.
It might be viewed
Vulgar and lewd -
But no one kills and no one dies!
Typical chest-beating testosterone
Braggadocios tales
of digital conquest
Wannabe pick-up artist
paint the Don Juan canvas con
lip sly palate best
Locker room omission
of depleted ego transmission:
repeated clicked dial tone
Boastful teen wolf puffs
ain’t saying piggly much
Nothing burgers be flipping the script,
phantom date ...
Monkeyshines gon tell you all about it
Mean Jane Doe skirt euphemisms
smock cover an empty, flaccid affair
Donkey Kong down under,
braying in limp pole position,
got an index finger waving in the air
Perpendicular rumors
pointing upward
with misogynist, grapevine swinging flair
But it’s all just vain ape talk,
didn’t nothing Tarzan happen ...
just hormonal loneliness
taking a fictional jungle walk
Much ado male whispers,
Romeo nothing
getting the pride jitters
Nobody must Juliet know
that not much of anything happened tho’
When the girl interrupted pillow party call came —
that lucky number ...
whose virgin reputation was put to gossip shame,
she didn’t even recall his tarnished name
I must bid you adieu
In just three languages will do
Donadagohvi--Cherokee
Adios--Spanish you see
Goodbye--English the language of you and me.
(Ado means busy, noisy bustle etc. Hear I mean I am saying goodbye but I am busy.)
Nothing
Is not no-thing
No-thing implies
A thing..but
Nothing implies
Something..
Circling...
Nothing
May seem to
Suggest
Equality as
Freedom...
Nothing
Is not imaginable
Untouchable..
But may seem
Obvious as
Words dance...
A dictionary
Is nothing
Appearing as
A book with a
Listing of words
Appearances of
Nothing...
Not knowing
And nothing
Different words
Begging to express
What cannot be
Expressed...
Uncertainty
A fading certainty..
A story of
Nothing
Nipping at edges...
The word
Nothing
Recalls something
But the something
May suddenly
Explode...
In the war of words, tongues wag,
Wit and jest, lies and insults, haggle for traction,
joining the ragtag rabble of riffraff chaff
blowing in the wind, littering the ground with trash.
Rumors spun, deceptions woven into a shroud of deceit.
There's so much ado, no adieu, nor regret
in the cauldron of a nihil brew
boiled to an amorphous spew
bubbling chaotic nonsense
to ears deaf dumb and numb
turned to mute,
with noise dampener
set to distraction.
Tres, duo, unus, Nihil!
Hyacinths bloom around
These leather-bound pages.
New books, old floorboards,
Alternative trees.
The heady, balmy scent of
You is here in this bookshop:
Clean-cut dew on magnolia,
Spices and amber sap…
I recognise it on the threshold.
Two floors turned into a
Labyrinth of literature and
You are everywhere I turn.
Shelf upon towering shelf of
Permanent words, and
You can recite my favourites.
Printed pages kiss curious hands
As pages flicker, turning quicker,
And whisper you into the room.
Much ado
About nothing..
The much ado
Is the stage play
Life appearing
On a stage..
Nothing appearing
As the characters on
No stage at all..
Yet we on the stage
Seeking escape from
Tragi-comic scripts
Seeking desperately
For Nothing
Appearing as
Much ado...
(Crediting the
originator of
Much Ado!)
MAY I LOVE YOU A FAIR ADO-
A fair ado
May I love you
And may I pray
Alas, for you
And may I
Hold your heart
For mines beating reciprocity
A fair ado
5/8/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025