Best Approvingly Poems
A Turnip and a Cabbage
are walking down the street.
This may seem a might peculiar
as they hadn't any feet.
Before you judge and criticize,
I beg your minds to wander.
To take a moment just to see
on what the herbage ponders.
The Cabbage says, 'The sun is out,
it makes a lovely day.
It is nice to see the other Plants
we meet along the way.'
The Turnip nods approvingly,
the Cabbage is his chum.
For every day they walk this way...
they both begin to hum.
There are no words, no songs they know,
they no not how to sing.
But they cannot miss what they do not know
so no sadness does it bring.
They leave the street and find a trail
leading to a brook.
Where they find a tree, a friend of theirs...
looking at a book.
'What do you have?' The Turnip says
with interest in his voice.
'Something bad, you should not see...
I leave it to your choice.'
Tree hands the book, which Turnip takes
while Cabbage jumps to see.
They flip the pages, both in awe,
they gasp and ask the tree.
'Where did you get this?' Such a story,
we do not believe our eyes.
What Plant would write of such a state?
It surely must be lies.'
The tree responds, 'These sad affairs
happened long ago.
By a species less developed
with little wisdom to bestow.
They were unkind... some cruel and dark,
always out for more.
They hated all... were prone to cheat,
they invented a thing called War.
They fought tooth and nail for shiny objects,
over which they fussed.
Destroyed themselves... their culture gone,
a victim to their lust.'
The Cabbage and the Turnip
let out a cushioned sigh.
But Turnip strains, 'I am still confused.
What does the book imply?'
Tree thinks a bit, 'It was Nature's way
to cleanse our treasured Earth.
To fight disease and cure infection...
saving only things of worth.'
So to those of you who doubt this tale,
forgive my little rant.
But take from this most people lack...
the brains God gave a Plant.
The End
*Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.
Categories:
approvingly, adventure, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
A scarlet Sun shrinks Night into shadows
that lurk behind whatever blocks its rays.
And unleashes colors shackled to black,
as Dawn sets ebony heavens ablaze.
Sunrise, colors clouds, cotton candy pink;
as though lightly inked by the breath of God.
And as the Sun's light caresses my skin,
I feel my soul approvingly applaud.
A sensual sensation cocoons me
as I bask in the warm rays of sunshine.
And linked by my connection to Nature,
consciousness and reality align.
Upon God declaring, "Let there be light,"
Sunbeams lit the Day; moonbeams lit the Night.
Categories:
approvingly, beautiful, emotions, feelings, how
Form:
Sonnet
I am working on a new anthology
Which I will publish eventually,
If my editors view it approvingly
But, if not, I want their apology,
For they don’t recognize quality
And they won’t like me, probably,
When my book gains notoriety,
And I become a huge celebrity!
Written August 24, 2022
Categories:
approvingly, fun, humorous, success, word
Form:
Monorhyme
My personal doctor approvingly told:-
"Physical training add years to yours life"
I did ten push-ups and I see, he is right,
I'm feeling myself like one hundred years old!
Categories:
approvingly, funny,
Form:
Quatrain
Tis’ truly hopeless…I cannot save myself from thee
Shakespeare’s sonnets, serenades and poetry all tis’ true?
Yet, I must profess
Every desire of adoration, before I am through
Thine smile shine unto those tone enriching eyes
In my direction peer but, for shortest of while, seemingly chide
The sweet elixir my heart doth drink
Each sip of yon radiance goes undefined
So what must I do? As I stand here within a daze
Being mine own contemporary cupid
With crowds that gather round
My performance as fool deems quite too lucid
The puckering lips, tis’ my sending arrows and my palm tis’ the bow
Sweetest not than darker chocolates, but my blowing kisses
Hoping for an open heart
To be pierced by my wanting wishes
The crowds of silence now,
Frozen stiff in pondering state
Of thy expecting receptions
which soon chooses to my fate?
Tis’ thy eyes now stained with tear
That fall upon arrow’s head cold
Melting, melting
Into the puddles of my hope
Thy smile returns
With eyes quite sincere
A delivery of thy own kisses
When ye traverse so wildly near
And thy offer tis’ feral tense
Cut short by standers approvingly to cheer
Shakespeare’s sonnets, serenades
And his poetry all of it tis’ here
Categories:
approvingly, lovepoetry, smile,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Recently read that us male type guys
Are no longer the reigning kings
Women have taken over in recent years
Wearing that crown type thing
Taking advantage of what all that means
They rule the roost with impunity
Strong and confident and capable of leading
Us men nod our heads approvingly
Let's just see if the ladies can do better
We've botched it up good, us guys
I'd predict there'll be no more stupid wars
Imagine sending their sons to die
So raise your glass to this exiting new order
Hope we'll soon come out of this stupor
With the ladies strongly in control of things
I predict a bright, shiny new future
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
approvingly, tribute, women,
Form:
Quatrain
Give me a red rose,
fill each petal with your love.
Allow the tenderness of your eyes
to peruse the pastel approvingly.
Give me a red rose,
as deep and passionate in colour as can be found.
Let it run across my cheek,
falling with your hand like a star.
Give me a red rose,
straight from the garden in your soul.
Nurtured with the light of your eyes,
the beats of your heart.
Give me a red rose,
that depicts the passing hours in your arms.
Not as a blase' depiction of love.
It is a metaphor. It is the blossoming of beauty.
Give me a red rose,
leave the thorns attached.
Don't avoid the cuts and pain - they will heal
letting the stem hold tighter to the smile.
Give me a red rose,
I'll give you eternity. A speckled sparkle
in a raindrop that clings to the colour.
A moment that lives for eternity, beyond the vessel.
Categories:
approvingly, caregiving, daughter, death, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
My friend's girlfriend danced on the table.
"Good legs" -I approvingly told him.
- Do you really think so? - he beamed.
"Indeed, not every table is capable
To sustain such a weight."-
I assured my mate.
Categories:
approvingly, funny, girlfriend,
Form:
Rhyme
Looking in the mirror
there was my grandmother's face,
several of my paternal aunts,
but not me.
Perhaps I have forgotten what I look like.
Perhaps I have forgotten who I am.
That face looking back at me
is far older than I remember
with wrinkles and edges in a frowning furl
imbedded deep in the forehead, cheeks and jowl.
The years are not always kind.
The mind is full of memories.
The mirror tells no one lies
and offers no deception
what you see
is what you get.
The family resemblance is unmistakeable
There's my grandmother looking back at me.
She nods her head approvingly
as recognition appears,
she smiles widely and speaks
It's okay.
It's still you
and you in me
and me in you.
Categories:
approvingly, age, grandmother, time,
Form:
Verse
What are they thinking! How can this be?
Our southern border- unguarded and free.
"Come one, come all," he approvingly says-
This- from the mouth of our now US Pres!
We'll provide you with money, bus tickets too-
and even airplanes to transport you to
one of our States, whereby you can enroll
for benefits paid- through taxpayer toll.
No testing for Covid or any disease;
just pass through quickly, we're here to appease!
No checking arrests, convictions- once jailed;
with us, you start fresh- bad incidents, veiled.
What are they thinking? This just isn't right-
hundreds of migrants sneak in day and night;
some bringing drugs, others committing crimes-
causing huge problems and uncertain times.
What are they thinking? How can this be?
To this plan- most citizens will disagree-
pushed to the back seat with this insane rule-
making each patriot feel like a fool.
Perhaps it's the votes that they're looking for?
Dangle the prizes- and see ballots soar
to cinch the elections coming this year?
Is this what they're thinking? Oh, such a fear!!
Great were the good days when immigrants came-
helped build our nation with pride and acclaim;
followed the process- gained citizenry;
loved being part of their newfound country.
April 8, 2022
~4th Place~
Contest: U Choose Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Theme Chosen: Open Borders
Judged: May 4, 2022
Categories:
approvingly, angst, conflict, corruption, grief,
Form:
Couplet
Now they do leave and go their distant ways.
Don Jose rides with Arracho to shore
as Segundo brings ladies home with bays.
The destination's hacienda's door.
Sound of iron rims on cobblestone turned heads to see Alcalde's wife
and daughter go by. Twin bays answered whip smartly, high stepping
gait a picture of beauty in motion. Admirers saw beautiful reddish brown
animals in wet harness work as a team, head erect, eyes forward. As
carriage passed they approvingly agreed Dona Rose's green taffeta
coordinated well with daughter's blue silk. They also noted senorita
wore black lace. Dona Rose and Margarita talked amiably. Conversation
centered on Peralta's social life and life in general. Margarita should
have been much more guarded in speech with her mother. Diego Silva
hated only one thing more than driving the horse and carriage, listening to
women talk. Prattle of women words grated on his nerves requiring much
tequila for repair. He believed carriages were for women, children and
old people - not for strong men. Segundo disliked Alcalde's carriage.
Stable servant should be driving the horses; work was menial, too servile
for foreman of de Plata. He twisted his big black mustachio in agitation.
Categories:
approvingly, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Mine emotionally fraught days of yore
spilt presentiment tinged blood
into sucker punched battle fatigued
war weary veteran.
He (yours truly) doth
presently ramble, scrabble, and trundle
across gutted landscape
strewn with psychological potsherds.
Oppressive alienation hashtags me as outcast,
where new born babes technical abilities surpassed
scant infantile savviness (mine)
spurring notion, whereby yours truly
lived ages ago, when pace of life sedate
compared with present era in contrast.
Impossible mission to side step
cratered pock marked cerebral terrain
punctuating terra incognita courtesy disequilibrium
severely disrupting ability to function,
especially distractions issued out radio waves
regarding same Christmas songs
playing every hour.
I can't shake loose
being metaphorically entangled
cumulative detritus analogous geologic,
chronologic, and audiologic tracks laid down
since conception wrought
indelible grooves within noggin.
Risk averse demeanor
kept me hermetically sealed
against positive growth experiences
and (bully me)
not sequestered nor singled
out as token scapegoat,
whereby (wherein) psyche
relentlessly, quintessentially,
and painfully assaulted.
I too unwittingly, guiltily,
approvingly and willingly
allowed, enabled, and provided
unrepentant thugs to unleash brickbats
sticks and stones
(also Daily hurled at Georgie,
a Boxer/Dalmatian mix breed)
when our family Audubon, Pennsylvania.
Nevertheless, despite experiencing
horrendous childhood grievances,
I revere boyhood good times
a shy, (albeit rather socially withdrawn) kid
oblivious to danger
safely and securely affixed
to mother's apron strings.
Yepper, yours truly a bonafide mama's boy
severing figurative umbilical cord I could not deploy
even now as an aging baby boomer,
viz yule eyes long hair pencil necked geek,
I experience social anxiety,
when feigning hobnobbing amidst hoi polloi.
Categories:
approvingly, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Roses From All Nations Scintillate In Complete Harmony
Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony,
Liberally rejoicing its natural mood, praiseworthy,
At times, beauty alone is an element that will outshine,
Given its prominent stature, the odds will be well-define,
Gracefulness is quite an admirable equanimity.
Through time, the rose is a regular fixture of unity,
Though it has been tested by all fronts, passive immunity,
It has withstood the annals of time to be on the front line,
Roses from all nations,
There are clubs and organizations in the community,
Their presence well spread, offers people an opportunity,
Only some countries have other flowers that are a gold mine,
Traversing over and challenging drawing a battle line,
Overall, a rose would be a headliner, approvingly,
Roses from all nations.
2020 March 06
Rhyme Scheme;
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Howmanysyllables;
13 lines x 15 syllables per + 2 lines x 6 syllables per = 207 syllables total
Categories:
approvingly, poetry,
Form:
Rondeau
Recently read that us male type guys
Are no longer in control of things
Women have taken over in recent years
Wearing the crown of Lady Kings
Taking advantage of what all that means
They rule the roost with impunity
Strong and confident and capable of leading
Us men nod our heads approvingly
Let's just see if ladies can do any better
We've botched it up good, us guys
I'd predict there'll be no more stupid wars
Imagine sending their sons to die
So raise your glass to this exiting new order
Hope we'll soon come out of this stupor
With the ladies strongly in control of things
I predict a bright and shiny new future
Categories:
approvingly, mythology,
Form:
Rhyme
One evening, in a sleepy Connecticut town, the locals saw a peculiar sight,
a UAP had landed in an empty field, and man, it lit up the night.
They were, axiomatically, from a distant galaxy, here to explore our shared cosmic space,
their metallic-phallic-rocket was multicolor pastel bright, like a carnival showcase.
There were cows that mooed approvingly and dogs that barked up at the sky,
like they needed to show where the thing came from - no one really knew why.
Soon little green people-like beings emerged, they had big, wide eyes that looked eerie,
but then again, this is how they’d always looked in movies and on TV.
"Take us to your leader," they said, but it was hard to take them seriously,
because this is America and most of us disagree on who that leader should be.
Someone brought out lawn chairs and the alien-astronauts settled in,
tables appeared shortly thereafter with a spread of pies, casseroles and fried chicken.
They spoke of their interstellar journeys, of planets far and wide,
of space cafes and wormhole highways and how gravity worked like tides.
One of the kids played some music and the explorers started to move,
soon we were having a dance-off - which they won - with some wacky, cosmic moves.
As morning light edged the horizon, our little green friends waved goodbye,
after saying that in some ways they envied us and our simple terrestrial lives.
Though they never promised to revisit, when the sky turns certain shade of blue,
townsfolk will set up a pasture party - just in case they do.
.
.
*Webster: Axiomatic: something understood as obviously true
Categories:
approvingly, friendship, fun, humor, journey,
Form:
Rhyme