Best Cartoonish Poems

Through my window I watched it float gracefully by
An eloquent specimen, a rare butterfly
Wings painted black and the brightest of green
The most breathtaking creature I ever had seen

It flew to the forest in a zig-zagging line
And landed to rest on the bark of a pine
Flushed...

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the serene people whose ease of manner
once made him yearn and confabulate
are laughable cartoonish and piteous now
could have been much worse he said
as his last breath left his scarred throat
feral hand closing his own eyes
St. Pudenda greeted him at the tall gates
under the lights at...

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Minimal involvement with extracurricular activity at Methacton
   limited to playing Baritone Horny within the band
   though marginal interest existed to maintain constancy 
feigning noteworthy interest second to none
   eventually Mister O'Donnell 
   (I remember without mental exertion...

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I don’t mean to bust Archie’s hump.
He meant well, the simple old chump,
   But damn, how buffoonish
   His views, so cartoonish,
In short, he’d have staunchly liked Trump!


(Written February 2, 2019, for Joseph May's Limerick 4 contest.)...

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My pen pleads 

Lonely nights offer moments of silence
and one dish suppers where candlelight seems a waste
Seated with pen in hand, I smooth the ruffles beneath
as if that will help the words flow

Upon closer inspection I find
fancy patterns on the dining room tablecloth
mimic the movements...

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“The hurrier I go,
the confuseder I get.”

Picture a poster prominently placed
in the classroom of one who
teaches grammar and literature.

Its confused, cartoonish character states
(using wretched grammar) that he just can
not catch up and make sense of things. I’m a fan
of this poster and the theme it...

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Ànd I thought to myself how I do, stand within astonishing disbelief

When I behold once more the manifestation of his maligned and malignant face....

Like somehow viewing an apparition appearing, before the gates of grace

Disguisingly vague; behind these darkened window panes, of his masquerade!?

Boldly splithering his...

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There is a hilarity in this canvas
Not often found in Van Gogh's art
And recognizable faces
Also unprecedented

They might be sneaking contraband liquor
Outside away from the prying eyes of the women
For it is three men, and a boy who is taking a taste
It gives me a new...

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A city sight I sometimes spy
Floats, barely moving, in the sky.
It seems cartoonish in its shape
And causes everyone to gape.

It circles slowly, like a shark,
To locate what it’s meant to mark:
A football game or tennis match
Or clash its cameras hope to catch.

Its mission’s not a...

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Bullets

 Bang! The cartoonish noise echoes
Underneath those fluorescent
Lights. Everyone is silent, even the
Librarian, who is usually shhh-ing everyone
Even though the bullet did not touch me, it
Took me 6 feet under, where I could not
Suffer, could not remember watching you take your own life. ...

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I am not saying this just because
he is my grandson but
He is the most athletic person
in the family
and he is
four

I am not saying this just because
she is the smartest person in the
family, but she is the smartest
person in the world, she is my
granddaughter, and she...

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Suits, smiling & svelte
between
the sunshiny glass,
spinning…

Spinning fast, the Suits
near the speed of light,

cartoonish in fact.

I get caught up
in their whirlwind -

animated by the
out of control
maneuvering.

Caught in the matrix,
I laugh
as my cell rings.

…ready for a revolution
dark glasses intact.

Artificial Intelligence,
its satellite department
on the phone.

I am carried away,
still...

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when i arrived on earth
I must have seen the rain through the window
it was saturday in the hospital room
busy women in white
fluttering snowflakes in my made-up memory
giving injections measuring pressure stopping bleeding
a half-naked and thin man hanging on the wall
thorns stuck in the forehead to...

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Polly Purebred was a bit too stuck up for my taste.
But Underdog was always there, with a heave and a haste.
I remember being shocked when I saw him in color in 1964.
Picturing him in blues, not reds, now seeing him down to his core.

He flew...

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Oh, Jellystone Park, where echoes reside,
In the whispers of trees and the brook's gentle glide.
A haven of mischief, of laughter, of cheer,
Where two famous bears roam year after year.

Yogi, the leader, so quick with a plan,
A bear of bold wit, a most cunning fan.
With his...

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