Best Bellevue Poems
No matter how some complain and bellow
they are exposed, each a trolling fellow
I'd look them in the eye
for telling one more lie
but I heard they're too busy eating crow
by Jenna Logan
Their "platforms" anchored, tightly tethered
Their statements all "if, ands, and whethers"
While blowing their horns
And spitting out thorns
From mouths full of fluffy crow feathers
by John Lawless
Cruel comments, sure catch one's eye
Demeaning, vindictive, but sly
Trolls aim to debase
And leave a bad taste
Perhaps they should eat humble pie
by Jan Allison
Some people just won't admit when they're wrong
Like to spin yarns and then string you along
But without any doubt
They are always caught out
Then feast on the first crow that comes along
by Tom Cunningham
Will he choke while eating crow
A feeble mind he does show
He messed in the blog
When he slopped his hog
His words are wind and they blow
by Mark Koplin
Your posts pretend to blow off steam
but your words are so very mean
time to eat some crow
maybe time to go
Your vile blogs make me want to scream
by Tania Kitchin
So many people are really just a fake
It's just who they are, dear lord, for heaven's sake
I just want them all to know
I'd fill their mouths with crow
And feed them as much as their fat cheeks can take
by Charlie Messina
A taste of revenge for the blogger
Whose intention is to cause bother
It's made perfectly clear
Folly falls on deaf ears
So fool, go eat crow for some fodder
by Belle Bellevue
Categories:
bellevue, hilarious,
Form:
Limerick
This tribute memorial poem Is collaboration between myself and Belle Bellevue - a new poet on Poetry soup. In respect to her late Mother.
Today 11th November 2020 would have been her mother’s 100th birthday.
Mother
1920 - 2008
Wherever I go, you go with me too,
always bedside me, whatever I do.
And I wouldn't have it any other way,
I love you, need you every single day.
You took care of me, with your heart and hands,
till the tables turned and I took command.
I did all I could, hope it was enough,
for the mother, I loved so very much.
I held your hand at our last sad goodbye,
afore handing you to angels stood by.
You're here in spirit till the day I die,
and we meet up in heaven above sky.
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I see you gazing as white clouds go by,
you struggle to smile, but you must try.
Oh my love, please don't worry about me,
I dwell in a place of divine beauty.
It's never easy when loved ones must go,
but maternal bonds live forever though.
We have that place somewhere only we know,
where in times of sorrow, we would lay low.
Live your life until your heart is content,
fulfill your dreams with determined intent.
I hope we do not meet again too soon,
my child, keep humming a sweet robin’s tune.
“When a robin appears, an angel stands near.”
Silent One Collaboration with Belle Bellevue
11 November 2020
Categories:
bellevue, appreciation, birthday, mother daughter,
Form:
Rhyme
Aunt Ethel said to Uncle Fred,
Let’s attempt the starfish in bed,
Old Ethel insisted,
Till Fred’s back got twisted,
They best stick to sleeping instead!
Original poem by Jan Allison
Fred couldn't stand and was writhing in pain
Ethel was mad and looked on with disdain
So he took a blue pill
Then went in for the kill
And now performs like a stallion again.
But the blue pills power started to wane
As Ethel begged him to do it again
But things came to a stop
Poor Fred started to flop
So they gave up and cracked open champagne...
Then Ethel got hold of a book
Fred fainted when he had a look
Twas the calmer suture
Some poses may suit her
But Fred said it made him feel crook
Aunt Ethel said Freddie my dear
You truly have nothing to fear
Cos tonight’s the night
Much to my delight
We’re swinging from the chandelier!
Old Fred said I don’t understand
Your desire’s got right out of hand
If you want so much sex
Go next door and see Rex
He’s the randiest guy in the land
Aunt Ethel said you’re being silly
At aged ninety I’m no young filly
I still want to have sex
With you and not Rex
Cos Rexie’s got a tiny Willy!
The champers made Ethel quite woozy
Fred’s shattered so he had a snoozey
They were woken at four
It was Rex from next door
No thank you said Ethel I'm no floozy.
Rex hammered again on their door
He said Ethel I've said this before
My sex life is shocking
I hear your bed rocking
These paper thin walls I abhor.
Fred woke up with the pounding on the door
His language was very blue as he swore
He said " what do you want Rex" ?
He said "geriatric sex"
Cos' with Ethel I've done it twice before...
Ethel blushed and she said sorry Fred
Just last winter Rex took me to bed
BUT you were with fat Mable
Making out on our table
So I slept with Rexie instead
Final verse by Belle Bellevue
Fred said Mable has nothing on you
But what’s a poor bloke supposed to do
I heard you and Rex
Planning to have sex
What’s good for you is good for me too.
Collaboration with Jan Allison.
Written 2nd June 2021.
Categories:
bellevue, humor,
Form:
Limerick
One evening Bob nervously said
I kinda like three in a bed
She said I’ve got friends
And each of them tends
To share the desires in your head
The next night as had been arranged
His ankles and hands were in chains
His lady walked in
With Rodney and Jim
And that kinda messed with his brains
His girl was a leather clad gimp
And Jim looked a bit of a wimp
Rodney said ducky
Time to get mucky
But Bob was decidedly limp
*
Time to collaborate...
First ‘up’... Jan Allison
Bob swallowed six Viagra whole
And soon was like a flag pole
Much to his delight
He stayed up all night
The threesome all enjoyed their roll
*
And from Tom Cunningham...
Poor old Bob was a pitiful sight
His girl decided to put things right
She produced a pump
And worked on his stump
And Bob was like a stallion all night.
Old Bob was so grateful for his girlfriend
But all things good always come to an end
With too much thumping
And all the humping
His thing deflated and started to bend.
*
And Belle Bellevue writes...
Bob went to see the doctor with his crick
Asking please could he do something with it
Doc gave it a jerk
That really hurt
But it became bigger after the visit.
That put a smile a mile wide on Bob's face
He strutted proudly all over the place
The more people looked
The longer he stood
With swollen head penetrating airspace.
Bob begged his girlfriend to bring some more in
The home fast becoming a den of sin
They came three by three
A sexy grand prix
Which ended up with Bob in a tailspin.
*
Mark Koplin adds...
Old Bob was a motherless soul
He liked bears, sheep and woodchuck holes
All three gave him a grin
On his chinny chin chin
Next time he’ll add a few moles
*
And Tania adds this...
Bob was enjoying being wildly bad
Posted a dating site with his fun add
So anxious he couldn't sleep
After being banned a creep
He was now left a frustrated poor lad
*
Categories:
bellevue, desire, humorous, lust,
Form:
Limerick
Foggy mists engulfed the bright
When raindrops fell throughout the night
The lampposts glowed at midnights dark,
When sweethearts kissed at Lover's Park
Soaked wet through with glistening skin
Revealing all true love within
Drenched and over awed by charms
Entranced as held in each other's arms
The fluid rhythms, realm of rain
Where lamplights stream did gild the lane
Wet leaves dripped dreams from tinseled trees
And pulses flowed like rolling seas
The sultry spark of lover's kiss
Roused the feeling of lukewarm bliss
The tender touch of misty blow
Caused the heated hearts to glow
They sizzled and sparked like firework display
The world around them faded away
Transported to another place
Locked inside their warm embrace
Together they braved the soaking rains
For they were lost in lover's lanes
They could not bear to say goodbyes
Lost in the storm of lover's eyes
Passions roused beneath a silent moon
Hanging onto skies where stars are strewn
Rhythms of dreams ripe for the taking
Trembling in the kisses, utterly earthshaking
"Waves gently lapped the shore nearby
As we embraced, my love and I
My fingers touched my sweethearts hair
It felt like silk, so soft and fair"
Twas the splendour of their sweet kiss
That led to years of intense bliss
Gentle rainfall a lamppost glow
Enhanced the stellar, long ago
Although the rain then turned to hail,
They kissed until the moon was pale;
And he was found by mornings light,
alone, all drained of blood and white
Stanza 1 (Charles Messina) Stanza 2 (Dilly Dally)
Stanza 3 (Susan Ashley) Stanza 4 (Roger Carvis)
Stanza 5 (Natasha L Scragg) Stanza 6 (Andy Chunn)
Stanza 7 (Regina McIntosh) Stanza 8 (Andrea Dietrich)
Stanza 9 (Belle Bellevue) Stanza 10 (Jack Horne)
Categories:
bellevue, romantic,
Form:
Rhyme
Sarah Johnson is, and will always be a cold, heartless murderer. She has no empathy for what she did to both of her own parents, Diane and Alan Johnson. Her friends and family can't even believe that a sweet girl would kill both of her own parents over some guy. They knew that Sarah wasn't supposed to get into this so-called "serious relationship" with this guy named Bruno Santos. The illegal immigrant was three years older than her, especially when he is still known for having a criminal history. It's sad to hear that Mr. and Mrs. Johnson had to die that soon. The entire Johnson family had their lives ahead of them. Sarah Johnson is a heartless liar, an assassin, and on top of all that, she has no soul. The girl was afraid that both of her parents would go to the police and have her so-called "boyfriend" arrested and charged for statutory rape, so Miss Johnson killed them. Now, that was a cowardly move. The reason why Sarah Johnson had killed both of her own parents (mother and father) is because for one, they were going to send him straight to jail for dating a then-sixteen-year-old and they grounded her for life, as in, "indefinitely." Everybody, including her brother, knows that Sarah has no heart and no soul. But in the end, I guess society is better off with Sarah Marie Johnson in prison for the rest of her life. And as far as the citizens of Bellevue, Idaho, her family and her high school friends are concerned, prison is where she belongs. She wasn't abused by both of her parents, but I still can't believe she killed them in cold blood. Now that's what everybody's talking about: a cold, calculates sociopath with no remorse for what she did and had felt no empathy. Sarah Johnson will always be remembered as a bad woman with a selfish ego. And if all types of homicides (matricide, fratricide, and/or parricide) continue to increase, there's no telling what bad thing might happen next.
Categories:
bellevue, anniversary, death, family, parents,
Form:
Name
A love potion meant for her high school beau
She mistakenly spilled in my Latte to-go
With my passions on fire
When I expressed my desire
She replied "You're a bit too old, Romeo"
by Robert Gorelick
Tell her when you see her your not too old
That the fire in your soul never goes cold
And you don’t need potion
For showing emotion
As your passion is remotely controlled
by Belle Bellevue
Categories:
bellevue, allusion, angst, desire, funny,
Form:
Limerick
While working in Seattle for Boeing
Had duty in Florida for six weeks
Just before it was time to be going
Drove from town to town looking at antiques
In St. Augustine, day before my flight
I was sightseeing the old city’s charm
The alligator show was quite a sight
Bought a gator, right off the farm
In Florida when I boarded the plane
Although winter, the temperature was warm
A Chicago plane change, was not the same
In fact, had to land in a winter storm
The alligator was in a shoe box
And I carried it with me on the plane
The temp in Chicago was such a shock
Scratching loud and fast; must have been in pain
He warmed up during the layover time
Then it came time to board another plane
People stared while in the plane’s boarding line
Because the loud scratching noise was the same
When I sat down, the guy next to me said:
“What in the hell do you have in that box?”
An alligator that wants to be feed!
“Sure you do! But don’t feed me to the crock”
“You don’t believe there’s a Gator in there?”
“Of course not! I just think you’re full of bull”
“OK, stick in your finger if you dare
But when he grabs it, you better not pull”
“Tell you what, if you’ll buy me a drink
I’ll take box lid off so you can see”
We’ve got us a deal, he said with a wink
I’ll be right back but, first I got to pee
He returned, bought my drink, set down and said
Now get out your box and take off the lid
Then the gator jumped out, bit me and fled
And ****, we couldn’t see where he hid
He was in the center isle on the move
When I grabbed him, I got bit one more time
If the stewardess saw him, I’d be removed
And I’d probably be charged with a crime
So back in my seat, with a bleeding hand
And with the gator secure and confined
The guy next to me said, “That act was grand,
So what’s next”, as he made his seat recline
We had a good laugh, I wrapped up my hand
And from then on we took turns buying drinks
We didn’t stop, we got totally canned
“What happens now with the gator you think?”
“This trip, he stays in his box! Believe me!
There will never be another capture,
As a house pet he will roam free, in the
Bellevue Home For Beer Drinking Bachelors”
Categories:
bellevue, adventure, animals, me, me,
Form:
Quatrain
I'm an Aussiedoodle with a fine pedigree
A good, loyal mate; an ami tres jolie
I'm a down under dandy
True and warm as French brandy
With an air so chic, and a soul that's free!
by Robert Gorelick
Aussiedoodle you’re sold to me
With or without a fine pedigree
With that sweet, cute face
You make my heart race
What an awesome twosome we could be
by Belle Bellevue
Categories:
bellevue, animal, humor,
Form:
Limerick
A Limerick response to Gershon’s “Hair Apparent“
* * *
Hair Apparent
The loveliest girl in the world's named Rose
From aquiline nose down to graceful toes --
Yet poor Rose can't get a date
Is she abandoned by fate? --
Those giant bald spots she should not expose.
Written by: Gershon
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Thorn Rose
Why does it matter that Rose has bald spots
Much better assets has the fair Rose got
Look at her figure
Why do you titter
Rose cannot help having thorns on her bot.
Thorns, thorns, Rose has prickly thorns in the bot
There’s nothing like them for pricking those spots
Come hither fellows
Down to the meadows
She’ll rid those pimples forever, no cost.
Written by: Belle Bellevue
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Rose's thorns scare admirers away
There's not much a poor flower can say
Her skin is so prickly
It makes suitors sickly
So she shows them her petals ~ Come play!
Written by: Gershon
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When Rose puts her soft petals on display
Admirers come by every single day
To caress her fine curves
Boy, have they got a nerve
One shot from her thorn bot, they're in decay.
Written by: Belle Bellevue
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What a shame that Rose has thorns on her bot
A girl has to try and show whats shes' got
But thorns and bald spots drown passion
Maybe her curves and tasteful fashion
Will lure fellows, drawn by her pretty petaly spots.
Written by: Jennifer Proxenos
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May 2021
Categories:
bellevue, rose,
Form:
Limerick
Dedicated to Anil Deo and Belle Bellevue
My muse had taken a nosedive.
No inspiration whatever.
So I was inspired by two great poets,
And snapped off a leaf from a tree.
- /\ -
Incredible I met a dream lass
And wooed her with all my heart, declaring:
When I said “I love you”
We loved the whole night through
Well, we could not help but be happy,
Love was just our joy,
I was so happy over you.
Remember I pledged my love for you, dear
I will be yours so true
Nothing would separate, nothing,
Love was just our joy
I was sure happy over you.
Then fate had something out of sorts for us,
Our love became so fickle, darling.
Remember, I recall all that we declared
Our love had grown so cool, so tepid,
Maybe we needed a break.
And now you seem to love me,
How can I ever be sure?
What proof can you ever give me,
Cry over me, do
'Cause I cried a river over you,
How can I believe you love me?
My love for you was true.
Now you prove yours was true too.
For you did pledge eternal love
Prove, prove that is so true.
Truly I pledged mine and yours too.
I cried over you, remember!
Now you must remember too.
Cry for me my darling,
Cry for me so true!
Alas the snapped leaf had turn brown and withered,
And so had my muse.
Categories:
bellevue, lost love, muse,
Form:
Free verse
He blows his fortune on poker and rummy
She lives by the fridge where life is so yummy
With vows long ago said
They're now happily wed
He to his gambling and she to her tummy
Are this couple truly happily wed
Is the wife happy because she’s well fed
His poker and rummy
Is not at all funny
Something tells me that the romance is dead
__Belle Bellevue
12/20/22
Add-On
Categories:
bellevue, humor,
Form:
Limerick
A little bird told me today
It's the birthday of dear Bobby May
I'd so love to buy
A cake for this guy
To wish him a Happy Birthday
Jan Allison
A sweeter or nicer person there could not be,
He means so much to everyone including you and me,
A genuine, sincere bro. that's for sure
Happy Birthday dear friend Bobby your
Day I hope was spectacular, cheers with my cuppa tea
Written By JENNIFER PROXENOS
Today is the Birthday of Bobby May
Sending a virtual greeting his way
He is such a good friend,
Our ink is a sweet blend,
I wish all his wishes come true today
Written by Alexis Y
Well Bobby I've just heard its your birthday
I hope that today it all goes your way
With lots of good cheer
And maybe some beer
Happy birthday from me in the UK.
Written by Tom Cunningham
Two years now, almost to the day
He posted "The Mistletoe", yay!
Now 12 pages have we
Of his fine poetry
We salute you today, Bobby May!
Written by John Watt
'Let my pen be my sword', cried Bob May
'There's some dragons that I want to slay'
He writes poems by the score
Yet his fans demand more
And they all wish him 'Happy Birthday'.
Written by Bill Brook
Happy birthday to you Bobby May
Best of wishes coming your way
For loads of treats
Plenty to eat
All is allowed on your special day.
Belle Bellevue
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOBBY MAY
SOUPER'S PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND ME A LIMERICK TO ADD TO MY POEM
11/16/20
Categories:
bellevue, birthday, for him,
Form:
Limerick
I have a posh poodle whose name is Miss Sentry
All night she stands vigil to stop a theive's entry
But she treats them like kin
And ushers them in
As if they were noble French gentry
by Robert Gorelick
Thieves love the posh poodle Miss Sentry
She awaits their canoodles aplenty
Though the posh poodle's on guard
The thieves melt her sweet heart
By bringing her steaks to gain entry.
by Belle Bellevue
2/27/23
Collaboration 3/11/23
Categories:
bellevue, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Charles
Stubborn, jolly, curious and easy-going
Brother of Jerry, “Big J”
Lover of peanut butter, sunshine and bluegrass music
Who feels lucky, happy and challenged
Who fears current politics, the IRS and death
Who would like to see a return of old time values, religion and friendships
Resident of Bellevue, WA
Sides
Categories:
bellevue, people,
Form:
Bio