Best Blunder Poems

I'm afraid
So afraid
Of being arrested
By the thought police

Their rules are many
Think this
Think that
Don't diverge from the normal
Stop playing on the street corner of tomorrow
Let sleeping...

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Inexpert at rhyme 
or singing in time
I bray like a laryngitic donkey
my artwork's inept 
I'm ham-fisted except
when doodling things that are wonky

Of style I'm bereft...

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Once there was dingo, rabidly mad as he could be
who thought he was a Bruce of a man by how he spoke
But no man would...

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There's a Senior's home called the Shady Lane
    and life's curse is at an end.
Where a hundred souls are kept in line
...

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(This poem was inspired in part by John Clare's magnificent poem, "I Am"; I wrote it in the autumn of 2013, after we had discussed...

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A reminder of sins,
Jerky de-firiye,
Come, come Islam.
Look, it's running out!
Life balance.
Poetry,
A heartbreaker.

It is not our goal,
Never rhyme.
No more levels?
Pros or cons?
Every second.

Wake up, brothers!
What's with...

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We’ve had some run ins with the admin and Tommy Boy as well,
and the blunder from down under, who forever seemed to smell.
We’ve been chastised...

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Do not let the ray of his meek sun fa me shines alone So 
Seek O, the favor of the Creator on his templed throne,...

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          REVENGE

          Avenge !
   ...

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Scrambling tooth and nail for a patterned fate
I approached the lofty mansion of Learning's Gate.
All cued up for a slip of paper - the one...

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(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the...

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Caution. Watch your head. This underpass is very low!

Is it one you think you can get under?

Unless you’re blind, it’s something that instinctively a driver...

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Friends, fellow poets and countrymen, please lend me your ear.
I do not live in Australia, and I wish to make that perfectly clear.
I will not...

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Hey diddle diddle
We poets will fiddle
With poems that jump over the moon.
But sometimes we blunder
He still claps like thunder
And soon we are smiling a tune.

While...

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Shimmering over a glassy sea, a moonlight carpet beams.
My walkway high to a starlit sky of memories from my dreams.

There mighty Taurus, rip-snortin’ bull, lowers...

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