Best Allowed Poems
dogs are loyal of course they are
but can a dog hold you in his arms
and i admit that they are cute
but what they love is in their snoot
you can take a dog on a walk
but you and that dog will never talk
and dogs will protect you when they can
but your best protection is with a man
buy a dog, feed a dog, chain a dog up
slavery is all it's known even from a pup
give a man your love and maybe he will be
the one thing you wish that that dog could be
open your eye's, let down the guard, call the dogs off
if your not careful an opportunity may be lost
i don't want to remove or replace any thing you love
a little time to be with you was what i was thinking of
maybe you could spare just a couple of minuts
can we have a conversation with no dogs in it
It's too bad there are only English poems allowed,
For I found the most beautiful poem,
the most exact, precise, lush, and sustainable string of words.
But they are from another planet,
A separate universe,
An odd community.
But the words,
Their meaning,
Transfixes time,
Melts the moment.
Decries of new gods.
Turns the very grains of sand into jellybeans.
But, alas, I cannot share it.
Only English language poems are allowed.
Thanks.
Okay, I'll give you the first line:
dlskfh[roeihujn wepfjwpei pweifjw'efipj.
If you knew what that meant.
It would change your world forever.
It's the tip of the iceberg we're seeing now
Probably will get worse before better somehow
There's happy ahead
Somebody said
I'm the happiest dude since happy was allowed
The air has calmed and clouds amassed
Vultures don't soar there's no storm
Crows caw near my door join rooster's chorus
Trees slowly undress show their form
The crispness in the air lends calm
Sun rises clear pale yellow_bold
Empty feeling presses upon being
Is it from season's change to cold
Somewhat eerie windchimes stark still
Like a lull before the main storm
An ominous feeling of abode
Or suddenly seeing strange form
there is a corner
in another realm
where poets go to die
leaving their ashes
at the threshold
poets cross
as energy and light
they sit with pen in hand
in a parisien-style café
and recite their latest poem
for macarons and latte
they gather there and mingle
juggling rhymes and metaphors
they craft their poems lovingly
scatter them to the winds
so they may fall to us as snowflakes
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~IN THE GARDEN OF MY FANTASY~ 2023
Read on air by invitation ~ April 24, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: 1st place 2021, 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2026
Submitted on November 25, 2020 for contest WHERE TO WE POETS GO? sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
If I as allowed to go back in time to do one re-do,
Limited to one change in my past.
Which one would I choose?
There are so many mistakes I would like to correct.
Wait! Here is the one that started me on my life of crime.
The day I yelled NO in a mean, loud way to my teacher.
And she made me sit in the alcove for an hour wearing a dunce cap
So all the kids could make fun of me.
1958. Chariton, Iowa, Columbus School.
I would go back and bomb that school
So no one would laugh at me.
No. wait. Maybe I would go back and just try my damnest not to yell no
to my first grade teacher.
I doubt if that would work though, because I remember trying not to do it.
Wait!
I would go back to November 22nd, 1963
Columbus School , when I came back from lunch at home
And some big kid yelled from the top floor
“Hey, the President was shot!”
and I yelled back “The president of what?”
I would like a redo of that moment.
Then I would feel smarter somehow.
There was a man named Fred
Who liked eating baked beans in bed
One day when he farted
He and his wife parted
'Well it's quicker than divorce' Said Fred.
RAIN---OF WEALTH---
Bless by the rain
Refreshing glory outside
Destiny of clear white gold
Purified from heaven
Who Needs An Umbrella?
***Wet & Wild***
//Loving Nature Out Loud
//Rain is the gold, Earth holds
//A journey upon this world
~SKAT~
~*~
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sultry aestival zephyr's puffing
as elated lilt's playing - I'm huffing
abdominal heftiness
yeah! it exploded! SUCCESS!
OOOPS!!! earphones plugged in ears . . . they're laughing.
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At work it was
slack- not much to
do,
The boss was out on
the prowl.
We have to look busy
no matter what
His face was all of
a scowl.
I had the misfortune
to pick up a paper
A paper someone
bought for their
break,
The boss he saw- and
he descended on me
The shock made my
knees begin to
quiver and shake.
His name was Marsh
but we called him
Swampy
A more evil man
there never was…
I expected to end up
like a corpse from
Pompey
When to his office
he dragged me
because.
The fear made me
shake
And wind I did break
The smell permeated
through the air…
He stood looking at
me but I could see-
to ask me
he never would dare…
My lips began to
twitch, my nose
began to itch
What on earth was I
going to do?
He opened the door
pushed me out to the
shop floor
The shock made me-
nearly
drop a poo...
I heard a big gasp
He took a deep
breath in at last
I ran off before he
caught me again.
The lesson I learnt
I know why
matches are burnt
In small closets all
over the land…
But as I don’t
smoke, when I break
wind I choke
As I never have
matches to hand.
From that day forth
Matches are in my
pocket henceforth
Swampy can catch me
on a skive if he
likes
But he never has-he
avoids me because
When he is around I
get out the matches
and strike….
MT
Las Vegas - Nineteen eighty six
I heard it was the city of the tricks
A great hotel, all-you-can-eat buffet
Our car was parked by the sexiest valet
The show already started, the lights dim
I - a Kangaroo with sleeping baby on my limb
The music started, "one mile" legs and feathers
An atmosphere of Cabaret with tens of Heathers
The music stopped, men lowered their defenses
Of topless dancers - awakened all their senses
As glittered bubbles shined on all the misses
" Look, Mommy, lots and lots of tzee-tzees !"
for Miranda's Contest " Burlesque Boutique"
Eye wanted two right a poem
And eye new, eye was knot alone
Butt when eye red the contest rules
It said know Homophones
Now eye don't sea why their should bee
A rule that don't seam write
Sew eye'll right a *****poem
and inter it two knight
There once was a story quietly told
A memoir was embrassingly bold
A lady took antacid
For she was very lucid
As antigas formula own tale rolled
Lucid means here easily understood
Sponsor: Destroyer~Poet
Contest:pooping contest
Hold it! i am warning you
NO FARTING ALLOWED!
The rest room is near
you...
DON'T FART OUT LOUD
NO OOZING BOMBS ! Not
those
I am not ready to die,so
stop that art
The last time you fart
You murdered my nose
I say NO FART ALLOWED
DEAR!
The last world war was a
pretty good scare
Please don't start
another one here
Oh! that oozing smell
who can bear.....