Best Aol Poems
Telling blacks not to come to a basketball game.
That is such a racist remark and a shame.
Making such a comment is an absurdity.
In the professional basketball community,
African-Americans make up the great majority.
Those words said were a public disgrace.
Everywhere in any professional sports place,
room should be made for any color and race.
from a news story found on aol.com
Is a dessert costing twenty-five grand what you want?
You can find it in a Manhattan Upper East Side restaurant.
Made with twenty-one types of chocolate and sprinkled gold leaf,
this decadent frozen mousse is something beyond belief.
It comes in a twenty-three carat diamond-encrusted gold dish.
If you found Aladdin’s lamp, would eating this be your wish?
This would be something to brag about and quite nice.
However, the restaurant has been closed due to cockroaches and mice.
From a news story found on AOL.com
This was written a few years ago. The restaurant has reopened since.
Please, Sleeping Giant, wake unto these loving eyes;
I hunger for your touch as you rest in peaceful slumber.
Longing for such love might well certain my demise;
denying heart’s desire, rather, brings incessant wonder.
I gently stroke each tender brow and press my cheek to yours.
The warmth of you induces sleep ~ we meet inside a dream!
And, now, I know the truth... Love is everything and more;
I wake and rise to my new life; your love has set me free!
We meet here quite often to share our love untold.
Inspired and rejuvenated, we no longer yearn
for we are together, enlightened and so bold,
erasing the fierce hands of time in each attempt to turn.
Dead Man's Island, Dingle Peninsula, Ireland
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http://www.pasteljourney.com
DON'T BLOW IT.
Slow down; life is not so real
Break down;
love is all you can feel.
What little time you have to be,
don't blow it,
children know how love should be,
just show it.
Don't blow it.
Fine line;
life is just sureal,
make time,
there's no time you can steal;
what little love that you may find,
surround it
Don't blow it.
if you have a dream,
be glad you've found it
Surround it.
Don't blow it.
Don't blow it.
Don't blow it.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
June 10 2016 have no music for this, and am welcoming anyone who wants to give it a try, I am just too busy right now. so give it a try, then send what you come up with to [email protected]. See how many versions we can come up with. Good luck.
When the lights go down
and the kids are asleep
My spirit wants to party
Tell that to my feet.
My poor tired feet
As big as they are
Have carried my weight
All night at the bar
They're in a tough place
they can't see my face
they know I am there
my mom called them “grace”
They kicked and they clunked
into doors, legs and chairs
never meaning to hurt
anyone that was there
They were always too big
I was always too tall
Why didn't they make
Size elevens at all?
The poor things were squeezed
In a 10 my whole life
Til Payless arrived
Making everything right!
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I hated the smell from their dryer vent
On laundry days, it had been so repugnant.
For fifteen years, I tolerated that family.
Each one of them has some kind of disability.
I was given an unusual sentence for being disorderly.
The judge made me hold up a sign for all to see.
I have to let everyone know “I AM A BULLY”.
For five hours, I have to sit on a street corner in my town.
By holding up that sign, I feel like a clown.
People honk their horns, and shout out profanity.
That judge was unfair. She has practically destroyed me.
I also have to serve jail time and undergo counseling.
I am going through some hell because of this thing.
From a news story found on aol.com
They say all good things do not last.
“Twinkies” will become a thing of the past.
Those sponge cakes filled with vanilla crème
will for now on only exist in a dream.
The company baking Hostess cakes and Wonder bread,
has the only choice of becoming financially dead.
It has been said that labor problems and declining sales
are the major reasons why a business fails.
So say goodbye to the beloved Twinkie.
That will be one less treat for you and me.
From a news story found on AOL.com
A dentist bored with life in Minnesota,
decided to go hunting over in Africa.
Taking a trip far out of his way,
his destination would be the nation of Zimbabwe.
He had a desire to try and shoot some game;
using his rifle with a deadly aim.
This was another person without any shame.
For what he went and did, he had some nerve.
The dentist killed a lion on a game reserve.
This was a senseless killing without distinction.
The cat species is very close to extinction.
The government of Zimbabwe wants the hunter back
to stand trial for his unprovoked attack.
Since this hunting is illegal today,
The African nation wants the dentist to pay.
From a news story found on AOL.com
It is a large Michigan city in the Midwest.
For years, it has stood out among the best.
It has been a busy hub of metropolitan activity.
This is the center of the domestic automobile industry.
Local sports fans have been happy as a lark
with new places like Ford Field and Comerica Park.
However, things have not been going so smoothly.
There have been recent dark days in this municipality.
The City of Detroit has filed for bankruptcy.
They cannot meet obligations when they come due.
This is leaving bondholders and creditors blue.
How are city officials going to pull the entity through?
Reduce spending and raise taxes. What else can they do?
From a news story found on aol.com
A little pre-dawn shaking was going on around LA.
Early morning risers got a jolt on St. Patrick’s Day.
This quake went the same way so many had gone before.
Today, it measured on the Richter scale at 4.4.
Nobody was hurt, and no damage had been done.
However, experiencing an earthquake is scary and not fun.
Was it the spirit of St. Patrick romping along the heather?
No, it was just two tectonic plates rubbing together.
From a news story found on aol.com
A big Hollywood star decided to go
to play some blackjack at a Las Vegas casino.
The management did not like what was going on.
Suspected of card counting, the actor was gone.
This episode appeared in need of a reality check.
How does one keep track of aces and tens in each deck?
The scene presented itself to be unclear and quite mucky.
Is it not permissible for patrons to get lucky?
From a news story found on aol.com
I’m becoming obsolete –
I still have AOL
And use a land line when I’m home
(It’s on the wall, as well).
I send most greeting cards with stamps
And wash my plates by hand.
I light my oven with a match,
Which some can’t understand.
I perk my coffee, read from books
(Not Kindles or its cousins)
And write my poems in pencil
(Which I sharpen by the dozens).
The world is changing much too fast
And life is passing by
But I’ll be obsolete for sure
Before I up and die.
Constant jeopardy is something we must accept.
An asteroid whizzed by on a near-intercept.
Two million miles is not a distance that is far.
It was a reminder of how vulnerable we are.
The close call happened to be just last night.
Many around the world are startled with fright.
There are plenty of big rocks floating around in space.
If one hits us, it may end the human race.
We are not old enough to remember the fate of the dinosaur.
Those big reptiles roamed the planet in numbers galore.
Something happened, and they are not around anymore.
To insure the survival of the species called “man”,
don’t you think it’s a good idea to have a contingency plan?
From a news story found on aol.com
I passed an outdoor coffee cart
Which advertised its wares,
And one thing that was listed
Should have garnered many stares.
Among the donuts, pastries
And the joy each item brings,
There also was hot coffee sold
And there it was – cold drings!
I’m sure that English couldn’t be
The vendor’s native tongue;
Yet someone should have edited
Before that sign was hung.
A simple spell-check would have helped
Before applying inks;
So customers, instead of drings
Would choose to order drinks.
Perhaps nobody noticed
Or they’ve chosen not to tell;
The news might be embarrassing –
It’s probably just as well.
But if I were the vendor
And my cart had a misspelling,
I’d give a cold dring, gratis,
To the one who did the telling!
http://www.primetimerhyme.blogspot.com/ ilene bauer [email protected]
This man held a prestigious position in our nation.
He was director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
A sudden decision caused him some grief.
He had been relieved of duties by our Commander-In-Chief.
The man was someone the President could do without.
With the director's ability, there was some doubt.
So where does this separation go from here?
Just stay tuned and keep a sharp ear.
from a news story found on aol.com