Best Brayed Poems

Strong Coffee Ate A Silver Spoon

Strong coffee ate a silver spoon
Blind feline lapped up the spilled milk
Sweet relief cannot come too soon
I slept on sheets of finest silk
Gone such dreams with vanishing moon

Dry toast from molded bread was made
Served with the world's gold gilded lies
Sides...

Continue reading...

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
In youth the Eden where you played
was left bereft, destroyed, decayed,
by trusts malignant masquerade

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
No grass survives your fallow glade,
when opportunist needs invade
and bleed the lives from every blade

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
First, victims surging...

Continue reading...

=======================
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
In youth the Eden where I played
was left bereft, destroyed, decayed,
by trusts malignant masquerade

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
Sweet grass dies in my fallow glade
as opportunist needs invade
and bleed the life from every blade

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
First, victims...

Continue reading...

The old black man came riding up
On a wagon pulled by a mule
In the wagon he had a plough
And some other old rusty tools
As best I recall it was late in the fall
Of nineteen sixty two
He said hello and told my dad 
He was looking...

Continue reading...

The puppet pranced
The strings frayed
A jackass brayed
As poppin’ hoppys
Sat and rose
In ballet dance
Of well browned nose
Applause and “clapture”
of Stockholm rapture
A mocking strut
Of failing stature

Overseers jaundiced eyes
Pundits seeking pulitz prize
Dissect the metaphoric frog
Wash it down with pints of grog
Amidst the spin of liars din
They shout pick...

Continue reading...

as the hen settled down on her eggs
  and the burro brayed his last bray
the moon slowly rose in the sky
  fulsome and round to the eye

sated calves nuzzled up against udders
  while fillies snuggled into their mothers
lambs curled up beside sheep
...

Continue reading...

Continued from Part 2

Beyond the suburbs, farmers’ fields (where donkeys often brayed)
inhale gray gusts of barren dust where living seed once laid
and in the haze a scarecrow sways, impaled upon a spade.

Green trees gone dark in palace parks (where kids once paused to play),
watch lifeless...

Continue reading...

The farmer's wife and milkman  played seesaw
Their sighs weren't  heard as two donkeys brayed  He-Haw


Inspired by Silent One's contest ( not for contest  )...

Continue reading...

The cow was playing cowbells,
Giddy Goat joined in on his guitar,
The horse was hoofing bongo drums.
Animals started coming from afar.

The chicken clucked an egg out,
Pig was oinking right in time,
Duck was tinkling on her triangle
While dog was hammering on his chime.

Pussy picked up her piccolo,
Goose...

Continue reading...

Skagway, Alaska in the late 1890s was sure a rowdy place alright!
It was seethin' with humanity a-raisin' hell all through the day and night!
'Twas the gateway to Chilkoot Pass beyond which lay Klondike gold!
Why!  You could scoop up nuggets by the bushel, or so...

Continue reading...

I met a smart aleck who was a god of lust
                          Got him in my table and offered him a...

Continue reading...

Gregor the slowest
Felt nothing but fear
To prove he was worthy
He must kill a deer
A great giant bat
Was chasing him far
He ran and he ran
Towards that tiny North star

The deer weighed a lot
Tied to his small back
He tripped and he fell
He was under attack!
He drew out...

Continue reading...

HOMOPHONE RHYME STYLE TRIAL 

In shining armor I am here, YES, your hero knight
Rushing to your rescue anon, day or night

With my mighty steed, Henry, I’ll come crash down the gate
Watch it when you mount him, he’s got a funny gait

I’ll save you from the...

Continue reading...

"...Dominus orationem meam suscepit."


Burning his little jelly bottom raw,
He blisters in his liquid greenish poop.
He has no means to summon us at all 
To drain the acid swamp of split pea soup.
Except to scream, a peevish infant yawp,
And so he screams, until we take his...

Continue reading...

In days of old, when nights grew cold,
men told a dreadful tale
of  Trapper Jim—how they buried him
on a night the wolves did wail.

It seems at the time, Jim was checking his line,
and stopped to camp for the night—
He heard a sound as wolves gathered...

Continue reading...