Best Ballyhoo Poems
ballade (not a ballad)
This prince we see down on his knees
his wife beside him is no shrew,
Can she believe his guarantees?
He promises to say adieu
to female friend he has pursued.
He hopes it does not contradict
but wonders just how his wife knew.
Lying – the curse of addiciton.
His patient wife he tries to please
to her he swears what he will do.
Betrayal done, he now agrees,
he quits his drugs and smoking too.
And then his hardest hitherto
a habit which we could predict.
From his bottle this man withdrew,
lying – the curse of addiciton.
This prince of principalities
no more will cuss in navy blue,
and he will mind his q’s and p’s,
and he - tobacco will not chew.
He’s making so much ballyhoo
the neighbors see a derelict.
He’ll even bathe and use shampoo.
Lying – the curse of addiciton.
Yo, Prince, come on, admit what's true.
Promises cannot lick or shun
delusion's faulty point of view -
lying - the curse of addiction.
written: Dec 12, 2016
Categories:
ballyhoo, addiction, grief, marriage, pride,
Form:
Ballade
willow’d lavender
zephyr of ballyhoo leaves
the purplish pleasure ~
a dizzy diadem of
poetic propensity
6/8/2020
Categories:
ballyhoo, beauty, nature, poetry,
Form:
Tanka
crows cawing…owl hoots
cheery chirruping from limbs ~
ballyhoo morning
Categories:
ballyhoo, bird, song,
Form:
Haiku
My friends have already revealed that I'm in loved with you
That's why I don't know what to do nor to say.
And so am I confounded as to how should I evade this ballyhoo
With no regret when I wake up early in the day.
It seems to me that you are yet unaffected
By the reverberations whispering in your ears?...
But if you'll only knock the portal of my heart unwavered
You'll discover that my heart for you wait and sears.
Others say... I am not perfect for you.
Others say... I am not the man you're looking for.
They may be right for making such comments like these
Comments, however, are not always impeccable and therefore, subject to error.
I may be a fool to love someone who cares not for me.
I may be a fool to choose someone who's not probably meant for me.
God knows how much I love you why don't you look back and see?
For the shadow of a man with sincerity and urgent plea!...
I wish to end this flim-flam jive
Because I don't think the concerned is blind
Why don't you show me the feelings that you hide
And make thine eyes sparkle again with pride!
Categories:
ballyhoo, care, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Talk to me, don't run away from me.
Speak to me, you are in me
I am listening...
I never lied to you
nor will I ever do
I never said I never loved you.
Don't be fooled by ballyhoo
I can always prove my love for you
and no one else can stop me to
Talk to me, don't walk out on me
Speak to me, don't evade me
I am heeding...
Don't desert me because I never said goodbye
I am not the most beautiful of all
But I'm the only one you could ever have
in this world --
the only one who will be there by your side
The only one who will stand for you all the while
Don't keep me waiting
I don't have all the time in this world
To keep you safe and loved all the time
To keep you warm and strong all my life
To love and to be loved in return is the best part
No gods or rules can break us apart
To love and to believe is all that matters
That our love will stay forever young
Until the later time when everything on earth
breaks and falters
Categories:
ballyhoo, love,
Form:
Verse
The Morning Rush
Early to bed early to rise, makes one healthy and wise....
So here I am, wide awake and awaiting sunrise....
The millionaires, they sleep on, not a surprise...
If they awake before noon, that itself is an event.....
For even when they sleep, their money they make....
Why awake up early, more money to be raked...
The poor working man, well before sunrise he awakes...
Just so he would not be caught in traffic jams or be late...
He deludes himself into thinking being up bright and early...
He gets all the morning worms and he'll be as chirpy as can be....
Ballyhoo, what a fallacy, that is plain lunacy...
Awakening early is a sin, a criminal act bordering on insanity....
Forgoing precious early morning sleeping hours...
Just to hit the road to be an early one to report for duty...
What a sad delusionary perspective to a beautiful morning...
Categories:
ballyhoo, anger, community, conflict, cry,
Form:
Free verse
Posted on Christmas Eve, happy cuz Trump soon leaves
America finally gets a reprieve from the lies he weaves
Well, pardon ME if you disagree, but he's one and done
He's been pardoning crooks, murderers, daughter & son
giving the phrase, "Who let the dogs out?" the answer
It's the narcissist who infected the country with cancer
It's time for a celebration and Happy New Year to cheer
A new President will reside in the White House next year
Trump will have to vacate his throne. It's been conferred.
No fraud took place or election rigging. That was absurd!
Joe Biden will be moving into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
Uniting our country without Trump's drama and ballyhoo
What a poor example he's been as a leader; head of state
America was better off before he said he'd make it great.
Move along with your counterfeit tan and puckered mouth
Take your cocky kids with you as you putt your way South.
Let's hope once he's gone, out great nation will soon heal
with a commander who can keep our ship on an even keel
"Trump's descended into madness," "He's lost his mind"
Recent headlines that his supporters will claim are unkind
but considering the mess he's made of many vital issues,
the only sympathy I can offer them is a box of tissues
The oval office will need steam cleaning and fumigation
No portrait of him to hang. Let him take that to litigation!
It's reported Trump is headed South, to his Florida estate
His new slogan, just released: "Trump 2024 ~ DONATE!"
He's spent more time golfing than acting like a President
His Mar-a-Lago neighbors don't want him as a resident!
The worst possible fraud committed in the last four years
is the fake role he played, condoned by Republican peers
It won't be smooth waters for a while because of the scum
he's left behind; that shameful man, that do-nothing bum
America has been stumbled from each inept Trump blunder
pitting brother against brother; he's ravaged us all asunder
He once said the world was laughing at our great nation
The truth is they laugh at him; a presidential abomination
Categories:
ballyhoo, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Imagine a woman peeking out from the shower curtain…
Accompanying captions on the side appear
“I asked 100 women what shampoo they preferred?
The #1 answer to my survey was certain,
How’n blankety blank did you get in here?”
Managed perception creates confusion;
the picture plays a neat trick on the brain.
There was no survey, just a joke that's offbeat.
The words and the wordster are in collusion
like men who have an image to maintain.
What appeals to men is her ballyhoo.
Are they looking for shock, dismay or fear?
In the photo, she's a picture of "discreet".
"Survey" has nothing to do with shampoo,
when in doubt, turn his question on its ear -
"Why do they put directions on shampoo bottles?”
Categories:
ballyhoo, 11th grade, flower, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
Who's the grandest marshal in my parade?
Who is the best of all the rest?
Who stole my heart without fanfaronade?
Three questions I'll assess,
and give you just one guess.
The most important person in my view
is that someone I can count on
when the going gets rough, no ballyhoo.
He's neither prince nor pawn
he does not feign or fawn.
I'd rather not name names, he doesn't mind.
A diamond glows, transparence shows
real treasure lies behind his eyes so kind.
No wonder that I chose
this gem when he proposed.
His life reflects the light of God above.
I cannot lie, a polished guy
whose life is lived for family that he loves.
Hereby - Happy Birthday
to my mate and mainstay.
October 1, 2012
Categories:
ballyhoo, 11th grade, husband, life,
Form:
Quintain (English)
They’re building a subway
(They call it the Q)
To run underneath
Second Avenue.
It’s nearing completion
(But way overdue).
They’re hoping by New Year’s
To have its debut.
Construction’s so noisy
(If you only knew!)
That the neighborhood feels
It’s been getting the screw.
But now they’re on deadline
(With much ballyhoo)
And the streets are so tight
You can hardly pass through.
If it ever gets finished
(Despite the huge crew)
We’ll be shocked ‘cause it seems
Like a classic snafu.
When the new year begins
(And there’s still no review)
All New Yorkers will sigh,
Unsurprised, as on cue.
Categories:
ballyhoo, new york,
Form:
Rhyme
Whilst sitting on the Launch Pad
They await the final countdown
Their rocket – called TAKE 5, begins to shudder
The Captain is well known, and called BUTTERFINGER Boris
The other crew are MIKE and IKE and a female they call Doris
Rising with a roar like thunder
The MILKY WAY GALAXY to their left
Igniting like a Rocket at a Guy Fawkes celebration
They travel through the atmospheres and up into the stratospheres
The crew men on the Mother ship are called THREE MUSKETEERS
As they approach the Harvest Moon
A wondrous sight for all to see
The ship positions carefully, preparing to touch down
The Moon looks like a Christmas bauble dangling from the skies
Such a WHOOPER – it’s humongous, they really can’t believe their eyes
Landing with a bump and beginning to alight
They step upon this waterless and dusty satellite
There are SNO- CAPS for to climb, with such a steep incline
Great MOUNDS of debris all around that block their route ahead
But truthfully the crew would like to be at home, instead
As they explore the Moon once more
They stumble upon a strange creature
A little Green Man, who is very obese
Announcing himself with a sweeping bow, as Mr WATCHAMACALLIT
He’s training to run a Moon MARATHON, but he needs to get fitter to win it
The crew they finished all their chores
Boarding the Mother Ship they fasten her doors
Lift off is smooth, as they drift and float, gliding back into space
But hearing a strange voice nearby, whispering "Are those goodies for me"
They discover Mr W, on bended knees, embarking on a chocolate SPREE
But how on earth did he climb aboard, this CHUNKY little man
The crew in such a quandary and not knowing what to do
Should they turn back NOW AND LATER tell the reasons why
Or continue on their journey home, they did not want to die
Let’s take him home, cried Doris, he can live with me, I like his smile
But the twinkle in her eyes became a tear upon her cheek
She was lonely and emotional as she began to speak
She had fallen for the Moon Man in amongst the ballyhoo
Back home now and in wedded bliss, living on 5th AVENUE
How Sweet it is Competition, Sponsor Carol Connell, written on 29.09.18
Contest Brian's Choice D
Sponsor Brian Strand
Categories:
ballyhoo, fantasy, space, sweet, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
Drowning in a sea of sound
Lost in the maze of materialism
Buffeted by a blizzard of ballyhoo
Straitjacketed by the strictures of science
Swamped with the mediocrity of the mass media
Bewildered with the morality of money.
How does the spirit escape suffocation?
Where does it find its anchor?
What refuge can give it breathing space?
When does it have time to see the truth?
Why have we lost our way?
Who can show us the light?
Look deep into your heart
In a time of silence
And listen to your inner voice.
You will surely find the answer there,
If you are open to the truth.
Categories:
ballyhoo, angst, faith, introspection, time,
Form:
Free verse
I know humor can hoist my heavy heart,
those times when I've made too much ado.
A joke upgrades angst to laughter's ballyhoo.
You sometimes forget what you once knew.
Take this guy who wears his shorts on his head;
yes, he is a clown with a natural glow
forgetting what he does, the facts you forego
You don't know what you don't know.
Curious about what you remember?
It makes perfect sense in my head.
I would never ignore nonsense that's well-said.
What will you know, when you are braindead...
written October 21, 2016
inspired by two quotes
“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” Maya Angelou
"Nonsense and beauty have close connections". E. M. Forster
Categories:
ballyhoo, 11th grade, beauty, humor,
Form:
Verse
I wandered on a journey, in search of treasure,
priceless far beyond any kind of menial measure.
After weeks of hard trekking, 258 miles due West,
on 6/25 I lost my 20/20 vision. I needed a rest.
I was sick of the infernal heat on this tiring quest.
The warm breath of summer became quite a pest.
A coral snake bit me but I didn't cry and ballyhoo.
I ate him for dinner and wrote about him in Haiku.
I was singing my swan song; an ache in my breast,
so I gave up the search for finding that stupid chest.
Because of my selfish need for greed and pleasure,
I learned a life lesson. I've become a lady of leisure.
Views For Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Funom Makama
Posted on July 15, 2020
Poem Name: Warm Breath of Summer
Views: 258
Poetry Form: Haiku
Date of Publication: 6/25/2020
Categories:
ballyhoo, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Meditating in the garden Gethsemane
Jesus decides to become agnostic
not believing the religion himself
perceiving a clearly telling prognostic
He sat within the still winds then
blowing all the possibilities around
his soulful mind could not pretend
birthing this idea was fundamentally sound
"What am I doing here anyway?" he thought
"What made me think to try to do,
that, that mankind cannot be taught.
It'd be better, without all this ballyhoo"
"Love one an' another I said on the mount"
blessed are the meek, the pure, the mild,
yet these souls seem incapable to surmount
their tendencies toward erratic and wild"
All these thoughts swirled in his head
his darkness matched the coal cold night
thought he'd maybe retire to Cairo instead
maybe turn a new corner with his life
He was just about to firm his thought
and tip-toe toward that far away land,
when for the few disks of silver bought,
troops took him forcibly, in their hand
The crowd, the soldiers, the leaders all,
insisted that the show must continue
Jesus had grave reservations after all
and tried to move to a whole new venue
But the die was cast, the end was clear
the faith of the faithful must be built
now Jesus thought this strangely *****
that faith be created by him being killed
"These people are a bloody race,
the god before them is bloody too,
to die for god, to save his face
seems an unkind, unforgiving, thing to do"
Crossing o'er on crossed beams of wood
Jesus, painfully, was now aware,
the ironic irony nailed him good.
"This race of people, they just don't care."
© Goode Guy 2013-01-07
Categories:
ballyhoo, allegory, faith, imagination, religion,
Form:
Quatrain