Best Ala Poems
soak up the side streets of Montmartre,
Paris, Pigalle on Boulevard de Clichy
class less art combusts then drips
- street beggars & tourists cant
writer Rubbish pastes lace traceries
ala mode decoupaging decay
his cut-paper layers grace anoint
no longer anonymous walls
stencilist C215’s “simply a cat”
defies sourpusses not to smile—see
heaven art yes art with style
the banality of poverty held at bay
pureed souffléd life wolfed-down
colors synced
spray-cannoned Lothario’s like David Walker
entrance Picasso’s on the brink,
Romani-hearted paint peddlers
of the Republique
- street beggars & tourists cant
Thom Thom’s décollage rip-cuts
the billboard scene titillates the unseen
—culture-lovers—can-canned Lautrec’s
bedded with Che Guevara politics
come tilt with the masse
come play your part
in Montmartre
near Pigalle on Boulevard de Clichy
where wicked pissers defy
cliché
First Published in Clockwise Cat January 2015
Categories:
ala, art,
Form:
Free verse
All this hyped up glam and glitz
giggly girls break down in fits
these mascara clad boys devoid of wits
The shallower they go, the deeper it gets
Sillouettes lacking inner angles and lines...
The substance goes absent when the light shines...
Plotless drama without direction, still winds
These tragically bad fads spread like vines
Overrun with Reality shows depicting what's REAL
A mass zombie audience digesting their meal
Not In, but outside, this box they soften like veal
Staring at a screen that numbs how they feel
When did the war on intelligence start?
Losers not knowing that losing's not smart...
Cable providers gladly doing their part
News channels selling half-truth ala carte
I will be a rebel and fight for your mind
Hiding remote-controls where they won't find
Trading entertainment for knowledge in kind
Giving books out to the voluntarily blind
It's gonna be a BATTLE!!! WHO'S COMING WITH ME??!!
Categories:
ala, funny, people, social
Form:
*****To the naked EYE, this poem may seem like gibberish,
but I assure you it is loaded with 24 palindromes,
3 palindrome phrases, 1 hidden palindrome phrase,
and is chock full with enormous wordplay...
oh and one more palindrome in this description.
Can you find more? I challenge you word freaks!*****
____SATAN OSCILLATE MY METALLIC SONATAS____
Last night, around eleven or so, I decided to paint a pink castle.
To my dismay, on display, is what looks more like a pink *******.
Picasso would've been so proud!
Today, upon recording nothing short of a colossal debacle,
I've chosen to
utilize the eyes of a hostile apostle.
Tossing docile scribble, I'm scribing.
Describing life like a diatribe conniving REVIVER at a revival.
LIVE EVIL!
Palindrome EYE to the side of my tribe.
Get in line, standing at the hands of HANNA.
PULL UP.
RISE AND VOTE SIR!
EYE
LEVEL
to
NUN'S
BOOB.
WOW!
We OTTO-matically
POP a PEEP at NOON!
DAD got so damn mad he DID the DEED
and split three XANAX with his MADAM and MOM!
(ALA the ABBA GIG way back in them AHA kookie KOOK days)
So anyways...
Back to peek hassle!
Do ya' think he might like ta' take a stab at my STATS?
*****(this was fun as fun can be:
hope you have half as much fun with it as I did:)*****
~JSLambert
Categories:
ala, humorous, nonsense, onomatopoeia, parody,
Form:
~Malalong kadn 'man~
|
Malalong kadn Pikir
Sa kapipikir angkawn
a Manisan go matanos
na Mainam kadn Lalong
so Kalalongan nka ...
|
Mataid ko Rambayong
na Minirombayo a Lo'
a Masisinganin oto'
na inisayan Saniyan
Sa salakaw a antangan...
|
Matarintis a Bae
Na bako mikha karangan?
i Kararatan sa Darm
ka Oda so anta-anta
Na Diyako khapawalan...
|
Mawatan na Mataid
Na maraani na Mathangka
na Dadn a Kuranganon
inonta so Karangan
a Khagabiyan Thapoka...
|
Ko Manga Rnding a inged
a ana phamangrap on
na Dum'phak a DaLpk
na Makilang na Misibg
na iThmbala so Pitot...
|
na Maribogar so Otk
a kaphakatado Thingr
Na ramig sa khapitaan
na Lalangotn sa Barg
a Khap-Phanaro iyan...
|
Na giyayakon i Oso
o Kalombayan Mapanton
a Mala-ala i Lalag
na malalong ka dn man
a matag kadn mainam...
|
~ Ditadawayen 2016 | Khadaffy D. Mangondato
Categories:
ala, addiction, analogy, anger, angst,
Form:
When you're walking
Scuffling along in trouble's shoes
Head hanging low
Mumbling moody blues
Well me, I'm making lemonade
Why can't you
Taking bitter adding something sweet
Maybe a smidge, no a heap full of hope
Heck, by days end I'll mix it up
Movin' straight to, getting crazy in root beer floats
When all you see is red
Awful thoughts pound your head
"Honey do this, honey do that"
I'm sitting back
Feet up, sipping lemonade again
You look my way and say
"Boy, he's got it made"
Not so my friend
I just taking my lemons
And making me some lemonade instead
There's so much "other time"
To have your little gripes
Or your petty cries
But, now let's toast away the grind
And partake in some lemonade on ice
You've come this far
"And guess what? You've got your health"
Check your pulse you're still alive
So change your ways
Brother, embrace the lemons
Squeeze fresh into winner ala mode
And "live baby, baby live! in lemonade days
"Ahhh ... such sweetness"
Categories:
ala, funny, happiness, health, inspirational,
Form:
Narrative
She's Wet VII Continued
When she gives a cough or a sneeze
Some wee trickles down past her knees
Her knickers are damp
She smells like a tramp
Dashing home so nobody sees
Written by Jan
Inspired by Arthur
Continued by Mystic Rose
She does a little peepee in the bowl
Voiding her bladder is her only goal
Then out comes a fart
Fresh and a la carte
Followed by a turd down the hole!
Continued by Sey
A sigh of relief she wipes her red rear
as the monstrous turd starts to disappear
much to her surprise
it has too much size
and shoots out and hits her left ear
Continued by Steve
Dear lady of the house please don't send me to hell
I know it would get rid of that awful smell
But I have an idea for some fantastic cons
I will be a banker in stocks and bonds
And should I fail and the flush you administer
I will pop out downstream and become a Prime Minister
Continued by Nonsense Alley
Get antibacterial Wet -Ones!
Use plenty for cleaning those soiled buns
Got turd in the ear?
Please! Have little fear.
Buy Wet-Ones for poop- ear ala runs.
Continued by Kimberly
Good gracious this lim'ricks a foul one!
With peepee, a fart and a brown one
Now all has been voided
Smell can't be avoided
So snap on that clothes pin for more fun!
Continued by Eve
Oh! Dear! I guess I am going to have to get some
Depends custom
made,this is just happening too often
and I’m losing too many of my good chosen
underwear in the garbage can at Wal-mart and spending a fortune
Categories:
ala, fun, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Flights of the Butterfly
Looking at the butterflies dancing decoratively divine
Their wings tickle & flutter the acoustical ambient air
Enthralled by their ethereal beauty as they intertwine
My eyes drawn to infinity in a pensive peaceful prayer
Butterflies within the morning seductive seclusive sun
Melodies of motion that move the silent secular heart
Blissful flights at depleting dawn have magically begun
Shamanist symphonies surrounding served ala carte
Exhibits of eternal etchings amidst a life aching archaic
They too can achieve upon flights of dimensional dance
Wondering works of ancestral art of a masters mosaic
For I sit amongst the daffodils and watch as they prance
My heart fulfilled with love as they float gracefully away
For the rewarding genial gestures thus exist as they play.
Oct.19.2018
ZEN Poetry
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
N/A for contest
Categories:
ala, butterfly, love, meaningful,
Form:
Sonnet
~~~~~ ^-^ *-* ~~~~~
Manoeuvring through purplish cerulean azure
'Til she touched the empyrean Zion
Perching above the whinstone during cockcrow
Possessing allured ala lined with grandiosity
Dressed like a virgin woman from heaven
Divine messenger? A cherub?
" NO! " - An Orphic pixie
Cradling the scintillation with her left mitt
Intent - coveting for self-innovation
Reflection seems so distant from bliss and poise
Apathy, twinges of regrets and pieces of sorrow- ECHOED
Yeah! Mystic frolicsome otherworldly wight
Wishing to be a HUMAN
Human - not a perfect being but ready to CHANGE!
Fairy be a woman...
~~~~~ ^-^ *-* ~~~~~
Categories:
ala, fantasy, mystery
Form:
Free verse
Left Memphis on a southbound bus.
Entered north Mississippi as I knew I must.
Turned toward the Alabama line.
Spent the next couple hours dreaming you were mine.
Dark tunnel, no light either end.
Took a swig from my hip flask, she’s a pilgrim’s friend.
Straight bourbon in a long slow pull
Kept me warm till we turned into the terminal.
I’ve got those freeway jitters and a case of creeping frost.
I’m like fire when I’m loaded. I’m like water when I’m lost.
I’m here to meet somebody.
Like to get to know your name.
Here to meet somebody.
Just exactly why I came.
I’m here to meet somebody. Yeah!
And I think it’s you.
Short order at an all-night grill.
Grabbed a seat at the counter near a ketchup spill.
Black coffee, thick as hot-melt glue;
You’re the cream makes it smooth and you’re my sugar, too.
Low volume with a mellow sound.
You don’t play, but dear lady we can fool around.
Chaude soirée sur la Rue Le Monde;
Take my hand and we’ll waltz into the great beyond.
We’ll dance a slow explosion, spill champagne on the bed.
Love those tiny little bubbles when they’re going to my head.
I’m here to meet somebody.
We can order ala carte.
Here to meet somebody.
Drive a steak knife through my heart.
I’m here to meet somebody. Yeah!
And I think it’s you.
Left Memphis like a prison break
For a Birmingham blessing and salvation’s sake.
Don’t have a decent alibi,
Just this old-time religion and a pecan pie.
Categories:
ala, allegory, journey, lust, romance,
Form:
Lyric
Durin' my nearly four-score years I've had many a grand repast,
But there's one delicacy that will never, ever be surpassed!
There ain't nothin' like a huge helpin' of luscious fried chicken!
Ah, just thinkin' about it makes my pulse begin to quicken!
Mom was an expert at preparin' a bird for the old iron fryin' pan.
The hapless fowl was beheaded and plucked in the shortest span,
Cut up, seasoned and fried before you could count to ten,
Leavin' the old rooster crowin' in bewilderment sans one hen!
The preacher made his periodic visits for dinner at our house.
Mom's admonition to us kids beforehand always made me grouse.
Sayin', "Let the preacher help himself to the choicest parts!"
So we kids usually ended up with the necks, gizzards and hearts!
If I was asked to plan a dinner menu, here's what it would be:
Heaps of fried chicken, mashed pertaters, gravy and iced tea,
Sourdough biscuits, garden fresh carrots and sweet spring peas,
And for dessert a huge slab of cherry pie ala mode, if you please!
Nowadays the Colonel touts chicken from San Diego to Nantucket,
With all the fixin's in a box, bag or a handy two-gallon bucket,
Spicy or original and fried in lots of grease to a crispy, golden brown,
But I prefer my spouse's southern fried 'cause it's the best in town!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
ala, food, funny, old, old,
Form:
Rhyme
NNEM AMAKA
Nnem amaka,
Nnem bu udala mmicha,
Ukwu nwanyi Owerri;
O bu ihe madu nile na eri.
Nnem bu ukwu nnu na mmanu anu.
Ezigbo nwayi oma na ala ezigbo,
Pino-pino nwa na ala igbo,
ukpara na eti mmanwu.
Obukwa kpakpandu elu igwe,
Utara dachiri olu umuokoro ma ha
Furu ya na anya nke ukwuu.
Nnem bu onwa na etiti na ala igbo,
Osuofia ezigbo na ala Nkporo.
Elu igwe nke ato ndi madu na
Ele anya ka nwa nke chukwu.
Nnem bu ude ocha, nnem amaka.
Nnem makarachara mmuo miri nma;
Pino-pino nwa na ezigbo.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
Categories:
ala, africa,
Form:
Blank verse
" I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination "
In the midst of woods
A cryptic houri's crooning
Euphony - suffused.
Nocturnal deity humming her lyrical milieu
Yarn of Utopian hymn of nostalgia
Missing her sublime empyrean realm, now ...
Place seems so eccentric ... strange ensued in just a flash
How mind's eye brought this door to reach " LIMITLESS "
Facing the Ingress of CHANGE
Goddess of melody stepped and witnessed the other world behind the realm
A cyan orb with burning effulgent daystar - mirrored, reflected
Drawing up the facsimile of lustrous sparks of luminescence
Planet surrounded by towering trees oscillating
Dancing together with the blithesome rhythmic gust of cool breeze
Nymphalid gliding, vagabonding with grace and elegance
Bragging its chromatic stunning ala above the turfs embracing the land
Rocks, pebbles, grass, insects and animals in harmony
Clouds, birds, skies, heaven and earth in equilibrium
Like music - heavenly, perfect, profound, and heartfelt
Factual sanctuary - undisturbed habitat of existence
Home of soothing silence - obscure, raw ...
Goddess now a HUMAN
Mortal - in time, will cease and die. . .
===============================
*HAIKU
**ACROSTIC
***FREE VERSE
*-* jun-jun villanueva
~~~~~" THREE GEMS " contest~~~~~~
july 29,2011
Categories:
ala, fantasy, nature, nostalgia, places,
Form:
Haiku
Who, or what, do you think you are?
A Bollywood star
A Turkish bazaar
An iron crowbar
A permanent scar
A late-model NASCAR
An all-night Delhi darbar
A cowardly lion, ala Bert Lahr
A late-night replacement for Jack Paar
A postage stamp from the territory of Saar
A scene from MASH featuring Jamie Faar
An imported Swiss candy bar
A peripatetic avatar
A native of Madigascar
A powerful drug czar
A tractor-driver from Navistar
A pro golfer who can't even break par
An empty peanut butter jar
An unwritten memoir
A smelly, old cigar
A boring academic seminar
An unidentified flying object on radar
A diplomat from Myanmar
A fancy antique boudoir
A hardy-har-har-har!
Categories:
ala, celebrity, silly, words,
Form:
Monorhyme
Born in Cincinnati that buckeye state
January 13th 1959 – 57+ years to date
A tangle of arms & legs testing lungs, which sounded great
He kind of resembled a misshapen octopus with oval pate
Glowering inxs of deep purple from blue mood being irate
Thrust out the womb of Harriet Harris whom Boyce did date
After courting this youngest Kuritsky kin whose ill-fate
Whisked by grim reaper, which demise she did hate
For her being imbued with vim and vinegar til illness ate
Away her je nais sais quois personable maternal trait
Evident during my boyhood reflected by her son of late
As he too inches closer to his mortality and Hades gate
Aware that each day ought to be cherished as the rate
Of time courses down that zip line where grim reaper does wait
Attired in brand name hoodie swinging scythe across oblate
Spheroid i.e. terrestrial firmament – though many years some great
Yet to be lived – trying to recapture childhood bliss before freight
Train on a collision course toward self-destruction ala tete a tete
With Anorexia Nervosa as thy then coveted deadly mate
A brutal hellish spiral down into abysmal depths of despair did create
Indelible psychological affects undermined existence I now equate
writ horrendous emotional, physical and social upon head of mate
Pledged his troth (almost 2 decades ago), which spouse doth berate
For lack of expressed concern and attests schizoid psychic slate
irrevocably seared and stunted natural development where I rate
prepubescent, early adulthood mental illness did grate
Against once boisterously playful innocent boy crushed potentate
Only male heir from me deceased mother who tried to extirpate
Mailer daemons who forged suicide pact and via voice did dictate
Albeit without success, yet decry forsaken innate
Experiences with female relationships lured my own poisoned bait!
Categories:
ala, age, angst, anniversary, anxiety,
Form:
Bio
Robin what you doing in the hood
Man I thought I’d be up to no good
What you mean slick
I guess I’ll go rob a store bust windows with a brick
Man you tripping that ain’t even serious
Who me Robin my hood yes that’s curious
I thought the plan before you mentioned it
Ali Baba had thieves would see me and pay attention
Prince John had guts tried to trip and run listen
Down hater boulevard were Roger the rabbit
Ask Marian to have his children finger licking with carrots
Little John got stuck in the get away car
Skippy sis with a Hiss and down Ala- A- Dale
Lights changed too fast I had to repel
I was intending on sharing all the goods
Me slick tight master mind Robin my Hood
Sheriff Nottingham barley had got a look
Character covered my face gave me a shook
Robin you sho know you with the stuff
Will you try again to hit the store?
Me Robin robbing again that’s my MO and more
Next time I will change my crew John run too slow
Trigger finger ready with a bow in my hand pull back and go
Captain Croc passed a lock to see how far I would land
But man look I’m out we will try dodging quick sand
Maybe Robin will be available
And leave the Bat
Man I need to loose some weight
My legs too fat
Categories:
ala, fun, happy,
Form:
Limerick