Best Aye Aye Poems
Writers wrong readers with wiles
Please protect poetry and prose
From flagrant fraudulent fancies
Of overwritten odius odes.
A related collection of poetry
Now can be published at whim.
The author just needs lots of money,
Hubris,and perhaps a few pencils or pens.
Once the selection is published,
Layman will fawn at the elequent jewels,
Of eight words of lithe, flowery meter,
Grouped together by formal,old rules,
You and I know better,we can't be fooled.
Another anthology appears
Boldly boasting ballades
Can't construct cinquain
Ditto deconconstructing didactic
Easy efforts elevate essentially
Fabulous flippery, fun, fauxmance.
Give gifts ,gaity, glory
Hide hyperbole ,hail honesty
Ignore idiosincricy
Jubilant jeweled jots,
Krielle knowledge,
Luminates lovers learning.
Masters manage monoku
No one notices nonsense
Only ones own oratory
Presents problems personally
Quatern quixotically quizes
Rhymers,readers, royalaires.
Simples statements said softly
Translate terse tense truthfully
Unless unabridged
Villanelles vex vaguries
Written without wordiness
Yes,you yearn, yearn yonder
Zee's zero
For Deb's Challenge A A and a Mistress
Brenda Atry
There is a mammal in Madagascar that is nearing extinction
Who, through an unusual evolution, has a unique distinction
Like a woodpecker, it taps on the trees through the bark
Vibrating insects and bugs to eat in the dark.
Instead of a beak it uses a long digit on its hands
The middle one having grown to a rather long expanse
Its tapping at night makes a unique forest sound
And with its long middle digit it scoops up the grubs that it found.
The name of this primate? It’s called the Aye-aye,
And due to deforestation it’s a species going bye-bye
But for the few years on this planet it still might linger
It looks like to me, they’re giving man the finger.
Absolutely true – look it up.
Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's contest
3 poems alliteration, acrostic, and ABC poem together on one page.
Sunshine
Under blue skies
Naked flesh revived
Sensually stimulating
Hours become minutes
Intimate revelation of self
Nap included to ponder the view
Earth to sky
Fake falsies flash and flutter finely from Felicia's face
Fragrant flowing and flouncing flattery
Furnishes floors and floors of faux finery
Fifty-five Ford Fairlane flies Felicia from fast to flirty
Fixed in the forever to find fiction facinating
Another poem in cyber space
Bought by brain stimulation
Cynical thoughts
Don't pay the bills
Every letter must be represented
Freakish F was not harmed in the making of this poem
Guts and glory touched our lives
However I jest....
In time no one will really care
Just a judge possibly of mistakes
Kill no kiss me I'm an Irish spud lover
Lies will get you everything
Mostly short lived though
No one really wants the truth
Open that dead can of worms and phew! What a foul smell!!
Pleeeeeaaase!! Let dead worms lie
Quick!! Close the lid!!
Really man close the lid!!
Seriously though I am really enjoying this little poem.
Together we can conquer poetic forms
Under no occasion should you try this at home, alone
Verily, Verily the alphabet is getting towards the end
Why oh why are there only twenty-six??
X my fun!? No you can't!
Zebra stripe gum is still sold in forty eight-states
Yeah!! Fun will stay!
HIS WISH TO STOP ZEBRAS FISHING
Zebras you, Xavier, want very urgently to sit real quiet,
Pound over numberless marine liquid kilometers just in haste,
Going for every dogfish casually basking around.
(Reverse ABC )
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ACROSTIC
How to stop them
Is the problem
So let's start to think . . .
Where are these zebras going
In such haste
Searching for
Hours and hours
Till the sun dips
Over the hill and
Sunset arrives?
They need fish
Or else their hunger
Pains will exceed those of any
Zebra, crocodile
Elephant, rhinoceros
Buffalo or dog,
Roaring with pains
All through their
Stomachs : so
For God’s sake
In the name of mealtimes
Suffer the little zebras,
However striped and horse-like,
In their passion for dogfish.
No doubt Xavier's - like the zebra’s -
Gotta eat too.
( Acrostic reads “HIS WISH - TO STOP ZEBRAS FISHING” )
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ALL XAVIER’S ANIMALS HAVE THEIR ROLES
Zebras zoom zestfully - zombies zipping,
But - basking between big broad
Dogfish doing dances, diving, dripping -
Shy shellfish stop, sitting serenely still, so several survive,
Casually caring, clearly cooperating,
And always active and artfully alive.
My male mallard merry makes -
Quickly quacking, quietly quiescent -
Loving long-lasting little liquid lakes.
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Entry for Debbie Guzzi's Contest "Aye, Aye, and A Mistress"
You caught my eye,
As you passed by,
Can I have it back, please?