Best Allright Poems
Wealth of Spring
Assorted spring flowers, naked, rise in morning sun
Breaking through a thin blanket of snow, earth spun.
Cascades of dainty narcissus smile with golden faces
Drinking up the sun as morning warmth embraces.
Enjoy the heavenly floral scent that gardens bring.
Fledglings high in tree nests sense that it is spring.
Growing fast they will soon gain courage to take flight,
Hovering low over canopies, it is their birthright!
Irises spring forth in hopes to match the sky
Just as daffodils claim the colors of sun’s eye.
Keep the cherry blossom's imprint in your mind
Leaving memories of pink poetic petals that you find.
Moments spent in this season’s refreshing rain
Nurture and inspire a poet’s muse again.
Only spring can coax the lovely lilac’s bloom
Perfuming breezes, singing springtime’s tune.
Quaint bird houses dot the country lanes
Rewarding visions viewed through window panes.
Spring reclaims our joyful mood as winter ends,
Treating us to vivid colors this season sends.
Uncloaking animals in snowy hibernation,
Verdant becomes the blessings of vegetation.
Wealth is seen in all the colors of sweet spring
Xylogenous creatures in forests are welcoming.
Yellowthroat warblers singing in trees greet melting snow.
Zephyr’s enchant, as they scatter blossoms down below.
2/16/20 rev.
ABC Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsor Allright Poet
Abecedarian poetry contest ~N/A~
Sponsor Caren Krutsinger
Anacondas crush to pieces
Bisons sport long shaggy hair
Cheetahs are the fastest species
Dolphins leap into the air
Elephants have large incisors
Fennec foxes, ears like Spock
Great white sharks unnerve the divers
Hyenas are laughing stock
Indris is a type of monkey
Jaguars are fast and strong
Kangaroos are tall and clunky
Llamas' necks are rather long
Mandrills have red-bottomed features
Newts can grow an extra limb
Ostriches are speedy creatures
Polar bears just love to swim
Quetzels are ablaze with colour
Rattlesnakes subdue their prey
Sloths show life could not be duller
Tawny owls sleep through the day
Uakaris have red faces
Vultures scavenge on the go
Wild boar live in diverse places
X-ray tetra brightly glow
Yaks lock horns when in a fight
Zebras' coats are black and white
Now you'll know just who is who
When you visit London zoo.
22.02.20
Abecedarian Contest Poetry Contest - sponsor Caren Krutsinger
Abc Contest Poetry Contest - sponsored by Allright Poet
'You are the music', the guitar strings of my favourite song.
Your lyrics 'touch my life,' as you are the twin to my soul.
What 'am I' without you, when all melodies sound so wrong.
I'll never question 'what is a woman's role' in rock and roll.
Your lyrics touch my life, as you are the twin to my soul.
My 'midnight flyer' your spirit glows like a 'seafull' of stars.
I'll never question what is a woman's role in rock and roll.
When life 'makes you wanna cry' we can create memoirs.
My midnight flyer your spirit glows like a seafull of stars.
When you 'send me no more letters,' I'll ignore the post.
When life makes you wanna cry we can create memoirs,
I'll follow your footsteps, roaming from 'coast to coast.'
When you send me no more letters, I'll ignore the post,
wondering 'will our love end,' before the ultimate vow.
I'll follow your footsteps, roaming from coast to coast,
until you serenade about 'feelin' so much better now.'
Wondering will our love end, before the ultimate vow,
'it's only a dream,' but you get 'nothin' for nothing,'
until you serenade about feelin' so much better now.
'Your love is allright' when your muse is soft and loving.
It's only a dream, but you get nothin' for nothing.
It hurts 'way back to the bone' when you leave me alone.
Your love is allright when your muse is soft and loving.
'Black clouds' fade to white when I hear your sweet tone.
It hurts way back to the bone when you leave me alone.
I feel like a 'loser' playing solo to a 'jury' of 'back street love.'
Black clouds fade to white when I hear your sweet tone.
I ain't 'keepin' time,' but it's just 'another day' of grey skies above.
I feel like a 'loser' playing solo to a 'jury' of 'back street love.'
What 'am I' without you, when all melodies sound so wrong.
I ain't 'keepin' time.' but it's just 'another day' of grey skies above.
'You are the music', the guitar strings of my favourite song.
21 songs from Glenn Hughes with Trapeze:
What is a woman's role
You are the music
Touch my life
Am i
Seafull
Midnight flyer
Makes you wanna cry
Coast to coast
Send me no more letters
Feelin so much better now
Will our love end
Nothin' for nothing
It's only a dream
Your love is allright
Way back to the bone
Black cloud
Jury
Loser
Back street love
Keepin' time
Another day
If we just let go...
If we just let go
To not live in fear
To just go with the flow
I think the world may just be a better place
The world may... just turn out allright
Where peace could live and love could embrace.
If the soul is so dark that not even a sprinkle of white
Paint could cover it
What has become of our species...?
We cant just go with the flow
Sometimes it can be poisonous
We cant live fearless when danger is all around us .
Everybody is doing something for selfies reasons
The world might never be a better place
The world might never turn out to be allright
We can choos...
We can choose in which direction we want to go!
Let me have your head for a minute
I'll show you something in it
Do you want to see
You might wish I'd quit
I can show you I decree!
Do you believe me?
I think you do
Or we'll let it be
Your thoughts just flew
Don't be blue
It'll be allright
Just a hue
Nobody's fool
Not a tool
Supreme!
That's a rule
This ain't a dream
It's reality I mean
So, You can't believe?
This is no meme
Is it something you can't conceive
Not searching for a relieve
I'm that man
Once gone, Can't retrieve
Might be your plan
Trying to help if I can
Why?
Are you not a fan?
Of making your mind fly
Old ways, Bye, Bye
To me no matter
I won't cry
Old mindset, Do forget
On your mark, Get set
Go!
You'll win I bet
Let me know
If you let it go
Do you wanna win?
Let it flow
It's not all a sin
You'll know when you begin
So let's start
That's right grab the pen
Open your heart
Mental blocks, Away you part
Awake you are
Better than Wallymart
Are you aware?
Your soul must you bare
It'll be cool
Go ahead if you dare
Ain't asking for a fool
Ain't asking for a duel
Try if you want
No, Not a rule!
A is for Accordion, squeezing air with bellows
B is for Banjo, five strings plucked by bluegrass fellows
C is for Clavichord, keyboard with a metal sound
D is for the Drums which percussionists will pro-pound
E is for the English horn, using a double-reed
F is for a brass French horn, three valves is all you need
G is for Glockenspiel, metal bars arranged in rows
H is for Harmonica, both in and out she blows
I is for Ingoma, on which skins or hides are drummed
J is for Jinghu, just two strings that are bowed not strummed
K is for the Keytar, keyboard guitar held upright
L is for the Laser harp which plays on beams of light
M is for Maracas, their rhythm shaken by pros
N is for Nguru, Maori flute blown through the nose
O is for the Oboe with a mouth-piece that looks bewitched
P is for the Piccolo, a half-sized flute, high pitched
Q is for the Quena, a notched flute from the Andes
R is for the Rattle, maracas for the babies
S is for the Shofar, a Jewish horn hard to blow
T is for the Tuba, largest horn and tough to tow.
U is Ukulele, four-string Hawaiian gee-tar
V is Viola, a fiddle tuned a bit deeper
W is the Washboard, just for rhythm, understood?
X is a Xylophone, a glockenspiel made of wood
Y is Yotar, a guitar with four strings grouped in threes
Z is Zither, played on the table or cross your knees
This alphabet of instruments just breaks through the top
The're hundreds more to know, but Z's a good place to stop.
March 11, 2013
Allright Poet's ABC Poetry Contest
Tin roofs with no paint Windows covered with bars Faces in the
doorway Lined and covered with scars No children laughing and playing
here Hiding beneath the swing Not knowing What their future will
bring No books to take to school No teachers to teach the golden rule
Always hungry Morning, Noon, and Night Where`s the man of the
house That makes everything allright Vanished one night Without a
word Dogs barking wildly Was all that could be heard Her young ones
now fast asleep Time for her to hit the street Asking for money From
everyone she will meet No longer does she care How many men enter
her at night She is now the man of the house Needs to make
everything Be all right RICHARD FERRY
My child,
When i get old, I hope you understand and have patience with me.
I hope, I can get a mug of love from your sea.
In case, I broke a plate or spill soup as I'm loosing my eyesight.
I hope you don't yell at me and instead say 'Its allright'
When my hearing get worse and i can't hear what you say.
I hope you don't call me deaf, please repeat and don't just go your way..
I'M SORRY, My child, I m getting older.
And this thing cannot get solder.
When my knees get weaker, I hope you have patience to help me to get.
Like i used to when you were child with love and not by hate.
And if you have spare time, i hope we can talk to,
I know you are busy, but please have time for my jokes to mock to.
When you were little, I did this all to you.
Now its your time, Please bear me, as my days are few.
When the time of my death come, giving me strength to face death, i hope you hold my hand,
And not talking with me about distribution of property or land.
And don't worry, When I'll meet God, I'll tell him to bless you.
Because you loved your parents and care them with due...
Thank you, We STILL LOVE YOU! ! ! ! ! !
-With much love and blessings,
Your Mom and Dad.
ambrosia…
bosoms climb desire’s ecstasy,
flesh grinds, heated in juicy kisses--
lips mounting, nibbling
often pagan… quivering rose
succumbs to unbuttoned virility; wanton…
x-marking yearning’s zest!
Allright Poet's ABC Contest
Re-submitted 5/10/2020
AM DREAMER
it refers to a new type of HAIKU
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I'm a dreamer, it's the fact
This is what I'm able to deduct
After looking at my special tract
My dreams are like seeds, protected by a bract
'cause I wanna shine, due to my powerful tact
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I shall fly, like a shiny bright light
I'm gonna be, in the perfect sight
Am still hoping, and I want to fight
Until my dreams will be accomplished, to be allright
I stayed awake, awake overnight
You couldn't know how I feel, because it's so tight
And deep in my heart, isn't that right
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Listen to me carefully, mate
There's no time for us to wait
Our dreams to be real, we'll be so late
We must get them out, 'cause they're innate
Yes you believe me, we're all able to change our fate
I wanted to wear my best outfit to school
So I went in my closet and stood on a stool
Looking for my socks, I had a special pair
I kept looking, but couldn't find them anywhere
Bright ones and dark ones, three in a pack
But the ones I wanted , were purple and black
I found them, so I didn't wear polkadot or green
Wore them with short pants, so that they would be seen
Finally when ready I headed for the bus
Mom made me late with all of her fuss
I ran really fast in hopes I'd catch up
Unfortunately tripping, on my little brown pup
Down I went with force on both knees
It seems I have a kinda clumsy disease
I got up and wiped, the dust off my pants
and suddenly was doing my gotta tinkle dance
So I ran to my neighbor "Please, I gotta go pee!"
Mrs. Smith said "sure, down the hall at door three."
Past her I ran, by her picture of Flipper
Into the bathroom but couldn't open my zipper
The rest was embarrassing I hung my head low
As the wetness on my pants, started to grow
Around me I wrapped, a towel of great size
Leaving the bathroom, I couldn't look in her eyes
She hugged me and said, "it's an okay thing."
"I have the perfect pair, of cool pants to bring."
She said they were magic, with a button fly
And could only fit a fun little guy!
After she let me wash up, I put on the pants
She said with them, I wouldn't do the tinkle dance
Purple and black with perfect matching socks
Boy Mrs. Smith that woman really rocks
With my new pants, I made it to the school
But before I went, I thanked her for being cool
Kindness is special it made things A okay
I thought of her, when I went to play
A bit of kindness turned my day bright
A friend is an angel who makes things allright
So in art class I made her a special card
Me in my special pants and us both laughing hard!
A Message in Blood on the Cemetery Gates
By Demons Be Driven, Hellbound because they’re near
The Cowboys From Hell, their Domination awaits
I’ll Cast A Shadow, ‘cause It Makes Them Disappear
By Demons Be Driven, Hellbound because they’re near
I’m Shattered, Becoming Immortally Insane
I’ll Cast A Shadow, ‘cause It Makes Them Disappear
The Heresy: 5 Minutes Alone dulls my pain
I’m Shattered, Becoming Immortally Insane
The Medicine Man has a cure for all our Ills
The Heresy: 5 Minutes Alone dulls my pain
Spend some time with Good Friends and a Bottle of Pills
The Medicine Man has a cure for all our Ills
Widowmaker to them, you’re mine Forever Tonight
Spend some time with Good Friends and a Bottle of Pills
If you Ride My Rocket, you and I’ll Be Allright
Widowmaker to them, you’re mine Forever Tonight
Revolution Is My Name, Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks
If you Ride My Rocket, you and I’ll Be Allright
“Goshdarned” Electric, my Death Rattle brings The Sleep
Revolution Is My Name, Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks
The Cowboys From Hell, their Domination awaits
“Goshdarned” Electric, my Death Rattle brings The Sleep
A Message in Blood on the Cemetery Gates
5/25/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
12 syllables/line
Made up of these 23 acoustic confections from thrash metal icon Pantera:
“A Message in Blood” “Cemetery Gates” “Cowboys From Hell” “Domination” “Hellbound” “I’ll Cast a Shadow” “It Makes Them Disappear” “Shattered” “Becoming” “Immortally Insane” “Heresy” “5 Minutes Alone” “Revolution Is My Name” “Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks” “’Goshdarned’” Electric” (It's not "Goshdarned") “Death Rattle” "The Sleep” “Medicine Man” “Good Friends And a Bottle of Pills” “Widowmaker” “Forever Tonight” “Ride My Rocket” “I’ll be Allright”
A burning carnal desire,
exquisite fire glowing hot,
is joyful kindling!
Lingering mouths
nourish obsessed passion;
quivering rapture
stimulates the unabashed.
Voraciousness wreaks
Xanadu’s youthful zeal!
For Allright Poet's Abc Contest Poetry Contest
ABC form type one as explained at PoetrySoup's "Types of Poems"
Always been intrigued by the northern lights
A spectacular display from Mother Nature allright
Since I was a kid
Sure popped my lid
Ah! 'Twas the TV pattern, left it on overnight
Closed in her room listening to jerry’s band
Kelly traveled in mind we fought to understand
Wishing for the beach or dancing on a stage
The bear beckoned her to run at a young age
Sixteen for real but older she would feel
Growing up on the road is no big deal
Gone one night never looking back
To catch the dancing bus and vanish from site
Arrive at the show no ticket in hand
To get miracled in to the fantasy land
Getting high on music and feeling as one
back on the road again with the morning sun
The family grows as the shows go by
Little do they know their families that cry
Setting up camp in a field by night
Washing in a pond would be allright
peanut butter sandwich’s or the stew of the day
Whatever it took to find the way
Pack up the bus and join the caravan
getting to the next show with pennies in hand
Only a true deadhead could survive this life
music and dancing bears shimmering at night
The dead family on tour from coast to coast
Never calling or writing those who love most
The ones left behind wonder what have I done
Is she alive or entered heavens kingdom
Someday she’ll feel what we’ve been under
afraid calling home will start the thunder
As we sit at home and keep our lives normal
The deadheads like life a little less formal
One day a call of a baby bear dancing our way
He is Winter miles a true miracle of this day
miles on miles during the winter season
Make his name unique for that reason
The music and freedom flow deep inside
A baby bears birth makes it hard to hide
Finally home but never sitting for long
Our traveler Kelly still lives by the song
Still living in the past and no bus to ride
She paints her body with scenes of pride
The fun and music they made a lifestyle
Will effect us all for quite a while
Know there’s others to continue the trek
While we try to get our lives back.