Best Association Poems
Welcome to the Poetry Souper Heros Association
(or, P.S. HA!)
Sensei, Daniel Henry Rogers the multimillionaire philanthropist has collected and trained a group of fantastic souperheros!
Sensei- Daniel Henry Rogers
With Sensei Rogers at the helm
We'll capture any ne'er-do-well!
With witty words and social concern
The puzzle of humanity we'll learn.
The Empress of Ink- Ink Empress
The ruler of the written word
The Empress’s voice has never been heard.
She has power over all Ink…
Which will draw and write what she thinks!
Verityman-Tom Woody
Telling the truth is his souper power
Making all criminal liars cower
Yet Verityman can tell fantastic fiction
With beautiful language and perfect diction!
Femme Fatale- DillyDally
The strength of a woman in every curve
More likely to hiss than to purr
Her souper power won't surprise
All villains melt at the strength of her mind!
Double Trouble- Benjamin Bartley
With a souper power so unique
Two will find the criminal they seek
With a hidden twin within his mind
Double trouble you will find!
Pretty Prosey- Andrea Dietrich
Her beauty great but greater still
Her way with words and writing skill
Like a plant with healing powers
One touch, one word a healing flower!
Corsican sand
on the Rio Grande
Simon Bolivar weeps
the night asleep
Renegade cycles
hogs gone mild
Gehinnom's Mayor
Timothy Leary's child
Zebras abound
in Peppermint Land
Alan Ginsberg howls
from primal jowls
Leopold Bloom
did not predict ZOOM
Cosmic collisions silent
without Daniel Boone
Country music
Mix in Ragtime
from Alexander's Band
to Motown Rhyme
Andy Warhol's mind
spilled out in soup cans
Campbell's pork and beans
Welsh Rarebit also-ran
When free association
Met psychic gestalt
The resultant metastasis
Petered out beneath salt
Stream of Consciousness is out
New Age Meaninglessness is sin
Wherever Narcissism reigns
Foot Worship rushes in
The best poems at night
often come unbidden
J. Cricket fervently wished
This one hadn't been written
depression
sad
bad
angry
misfits
skeleton
undead
dead
alive
mowhak
Rancid
punk
Ramons
guitar
violin
Anne Rice
interview
with
the
vampire
Lestat
Tome Cruise
Jeckle/Hyde
musical
singing
stage
globe
world
Russia
hammer
red
communism
China
Mao
white
red
blood
Vlad
Turks
Muslims
hate
9/11
sadness
depression
angry
unhappy
alone
hell
heaven
God
devil
demon
exorcist
omen
fortune telling
tarot
Celtic
barbarians
Rome
Italians
Godfather
Mafia
violence
death
Word Association List – Q & A
QUESTION ANSWER
God - Perfect (Saves people from falling off the Earth into the void)
Corn Flake- Milk (You can swim in it but it is too cold and murky)
Pope- Holy (Holds up the Vatican with his staff with the help of gravity)
Bottle- Half full (Normally filled with liquid but sometimes boats)
Puppy- Warm (They run in the sun and pee on the floor)
Rapist - Evil (Have reptilian brains smaller than their *****)
Marble- Glass (Kind of roundish…roll around until they are found)
History- Mundane (Filled with holes of all sizes)
Life- Air (Keeps people going until they stop, to play and work and procreate)
Food- Pizza (One slice or two…similar to life with a beer or coke)
Tattoo- Ink (Comes with no instructions, looking for bodies to occupy )
Snow- Pure White (Love and hate in one big ball of winter)
Women- Perfection of nature (They collect coins, children, men and hair products)
Men Utilitarian (They are collected by women as a novelty)
Buttons- Up and Down (They are also found on coats and gowns.
Some can be pushed in the wrong way,)
Death- Mystery (It is only done once….and not by choice)
Math- English (2 languages that never married)
Time- Motion (Similar to arithmetic but comes with much more ticking)
Love- Women (They are a knife without the handle, without the blade
for pleasure)
Philosophy- Existence (Keeps the mind in an ocean that sways this way and that)
Words- Thoughts (Should be kept in the refrigerator to solidify)
Lists- Paper (Connecting tissues of issues with well wishes. Never delicious)
Numbers- Digits (They all serve a purpose in their own unique small way)
End- Now (It is the right thing to do and the right time to do it)
*Everything seems to be in order. Everything seems to be normal. That will be $2,000.00. See you next week... "Thank you Dr. List!"
Hello
Goodbye
Morning
Sickness
Cigarette?
Cancer
Drugs
Salvation
Fluffy little bunnies
Myxomatosis
Yoghurt
Bacteria
Sunshine
Melanoma
Toilet
Armageddon
Death
Everywhere
Drugs
Salvation
Healthy
Obsession
Hypochondriac
Moi?
There once was a poet named Jan
Who was looking to find a new man
Joined the Naked Ramblers Association
With little or no hesitation
Now I’m swinging as much as I can
Jan Allison
20th March 2014
Written as challenged by Darren Watson to join the ‘Naked Ramblers Society’
Please read my Blog about my poem ‘Tonight I’ve been swinging for the very first time'.
Fresh morning light frames
a cat, surrounded by piles of
dirt and deceased plants,
looking innocent.
Association.
Watch the company you keep
With a steady eye.
When traveling a stretch of life's highway
Does it feel like it's uphill both ways?
Does it feel like winter's twelve months long?
Do you work like a dog for small pay?
Well welcome to a newly formed club
The Association of Chronic Bellyachers
We meet every Thursday at the crack of dawn
We're a bunch of cranky “whine” makers
No grins, guffaws, or laughter allowed
Could be thrown out on your rear
We've a couple of burly guards at the door
Wearing scowls from ear to ear
So if there's really nothing that bugs you
You ain't welcome at one of our meetings
Especially if you're really content with your life
You could even end up with a beating
We take this bellyaching seriously you know
It's developed into a new kind of art
The technique we've developed is really simple
Happiness never invades our heart
Now, if the real truth of the matter be known
With tongue planted firmly in my cheek
I'm really this sweet, kind hearted old codger
Never gripes, never lets out a peep!
When traveling a stretch of life's highway
Does it feel like it's uphill both ways?
Does it feel like winter's twelve months long?
Do you work like a dog for small pay?
Well welcome to a newly formed club
The Association of Chronic Bellyachers
We meet every Thursday at the crack of dawn
We're a bunch of cranky “whine” makers
No grins, guffaws, or laughter's allowed
Could be thrown out on your rear
We've a couple of burly guards at the door
Wearing scowls from ear to ear
So if there's really nothing that bugs you
You ain't welcome at one of our meetings
Especially if you're content with your life
You could even end up with a beating
We take this bellyaching seriously you know
It's developed into a new kind of art
The technique we've developed is really simple
Happiness never invades our heart
Now, if the real truth of the matter be known
With tongue planted firmly in my cheek
I'm really this sweet, kind hearted old codger
Never gripes, never lets out a peep!
© Jack Ellison 2013
The Free Association
Has everyday reality got you down?
Are you growing tired of that fast food clown,
His plastic buddies that took over your town?
Don't worry fella, you've got friends
Here where the candles burn at both their ends;
Come with us, and I think you'll agree
There's much to be said for living free.
When you find us at first it may seem odd
Since so many here believe they're God
Yet who can say, you silly Sod?
Reflect, it's really no more strange
Than pulling the night shift on a missile range.
Go on a date with our Secretary,
She's fun to look at when things get scary.
Join the Free Association
The creators of a brand new nation;
We've got no laws, so you needn't worry
- The sedatives are in, so what's your hurry?
No bosses are breathing down our backs,
No politicians, no income tax.
Just lock the doors, in case we attack.
This can really evolve into quite the life,
Every man's your friend, every woman your wife
It's even not so bad when you fade to black
In the quiet room, with the shirt that ties in back.
This kingdom's key is its imagination
Closely linked with the fascination
Of consuming fruits of mental masturbation.
It's not too hard to get inside
And once you're here it's a good place to hide
From all those crazies running loose out there.
This is how they keep us out of their hair.
So join the Free Association!
We're from your favorite constellation!
We'll blow away your urban blues,
Since when there's nothing left,
There's nothing left to lose.
Come and join us and be Free, Free, Free!
And while you're at it, have a spot of tea.
This part happened, this first part is true
But the story stretched and the exaggerations too
A trucker arrived to offload what he had to deliver
A hat and coat, avoiding a morning shiver
I was wondering about his means of transportation
I looked at the trucker and automatically knew without a mustache, he was part of the Amish
Truckers Association
I knew there had to be a wagon and horse involved
Sticker on the side reading Barn needed, a barn raising every Sunday, problem solved
Oats bag over the horse's mouth, wagon parking brake locked in place
Not an eighteen wheeler, so doesn't take up a lot of space
His name was Eli
Do you believe me, why would I lie?
Pensalvania was his final destination
It all leads to him being a member of the Amish Truckers Association
Association of the Living Dead Republicans
In India, several years ago
A man falsely claimed his brother
Was dead so he could inherit the family assets,
The dead brother had to fight
To be declared legally not dead
And contest the will.
“The Association of the Living Dead”
Became a movement
Of thousands of people.
For in India apparently,
It was a thing to declare
Your relative is dead.
I never thought
That the US would have
To form their own
“The Association of the Living Dead”
Until this week.
The cyber ninjas
In their infamous non-forensic audit
In the 2016 Arizona election
Claimed that hundreds of dead people
Had voted.
They gave their list of the alleged dead voters
To the attorney general
Who contact all 300 dead people
Found that 299 of the 300 were in fact
Not dead and none of them knew
That unnamed political operative
We’re claiming that they were dead.
The one dead voter was alive
when he voted early.
But died before election day
Thus making his vote not valid
But there was no fraud involved
As he was alive when he voted.
Perhaps they need to form
The “association of the living dead”
To fight for the right of the non-dead people
To continue to vote and receive other government benefits?
What a sad commentary
On the farcical nature
Of contemporary life
In these disunited States of America.
Word Association 101©
Today’s word is G-R-A-T-I-T-U-D-E
Select the option you like best as there is no real solution, and this isn't a real test
So take a position, if it is not an imposition after all this is nothing but fiction, not a prediction
Leave your hesitation and caution at the door for and put the pedal to the floor
So without procrastination or introduction move trepidation to elation
Take the plunge it’s not a leap, for someone here will say throw this on a heap
It may be taken with affection or rejection and probably needs correction
But onward we go for somehow I must make this flow
Tick the right box if there is such a thing or give it your best fling
If you can’t think of anything
Gratitude is...
satisfaction___
appreciation___
creation___
Gratitude isn’t...
crude___
lewd___
or attitude___
Gratitude leads to...
fascination___
imagination___
intimate relations___
Gratitude may bring...
evolution___
re-action___
hug action___
Gratitude is for...
a job well done___
a rising sun___
that special someone___
Gratitude, let’s start a revolution that leads to emotion and a promotion
Gratitude, life’s gift that keeps on giving and a premonition in addition
Gratitude, for brothers and sisters and others too, pass it along for all to share because we really do care
Andreas Simic©
free(style dis)association
won’t be the one you remember who does you in/for if you been watching your back you been under your own skin/you learned the hard way & time & time again/no one will be there when you fall down & hit your head/up you go to dust yourself off/to sharpen your tongue & improve on your scoff/filling your bag with your weapons of choice/the most important thing you got to pack is your own voice/what they try to squash to squeeze to strangle/is the freedom that you assert when you learn to mangle/when you are throwing fists when you are stabbing down/is it you in the mirror with the pathetic frown?/no one upon this earth has the right to pretend/that it’s you that has to follow them to the bitter end/you be better off knocking them down the stairs/on your way down your own path with nothing spared/don’t owe a thing to a god like they say you do/don’t owe a thing to a government that would sooner kill you/than try for a moment to lift you from the dirt/with universal health care, a decent job or an education system that works/it’d all be better for everybody concerned if you just lock yourself up in a cage & watch yourself burn/but you & i know that this would just not do/you got a chip on your shoulder?/you got something to prove?/for those that want to sleep all the while they’re alive/you’ll be throwing caution to the wind if you do try/stepping out of your own box/leaves nothing to be imagined by the ones holding the locks/if it is to be that you don’t drink the kool-aid n’ cyanide/then you’ll walk out of this one when all the rest die.