Best Catch On Poems
I’m straying away from the norm
It’s stressing me out to conform
A fave form I must adjust -
The last line’s bitten the dust!
Sweet Nina is causing mischief
I’m sobbing, she’s causing me grief
Limerick’s are divine -
This one’s missing a line!
My chosen form now has mutated
It’s modern, the old ones outdated
Will my new form catch on
Now the last line has gone!
I’ve invented the ‘slimerick’ it’s a traditional limerick form but with the final line missing!
Mischief Contest Sponsor Nina Parmenter
9/5/18
"Fishing Adventure"
fishing is a sport of supreme relaxation
beneath golden Sun with great anticipation
while warm water is quiet
fish feast on worm diet
as the boat gently sways in utter fascination.
soon the fishing pole jerks on thin line
a sweet catch on which two hearts will dine
once a struggle ensues
other fish sing the blues
top things off with a bottle of wine.
surprise this fish was a white shark sea beast
run for your life, no fish feast
jaws revisited blue wave
adventure in a cold cave
lived to tell this tale of terror, at least.
*For Seren Robert's Fisherman Contest.
*Dec. 1, 2012.
In a rain
downpour
to keep from
getting wet,
we open
an umbrella
put it
overhead,
but yet........
I wish
to make
a suggestion,
that may
take
a moment
to catch on,
for after
giving this
quite some
thought,
an idea
upon me
did dawn!
There is
another
type of
downpour
for which
this tool
could be
used!
Now
take a second,
and give it
some thought
for this
new use
I doubt
you'll refuse!
If the
downpours
are blessings
from Heaven,
in such
"ABUNDANCE"
that you wish
not to
drown,
you might
want
to consider
trying to
catch
every drop....
"by turning
your
umbrella
upside down!!!"
The very
idea
that the
floodgates
of Heaven
would be
opened
with such
a deluge,
means the
downpour
of blessings
would cover
the earth
WOW!!!....
Now this
would really
be HUGE!!!
So I hope
in your
life
good things
come your
way
that give you
big smiles
and
no frowns,
because
when it does
you'll want
to be
prepared....
"by turning
your
umbrella
upside down!!!"
Deceptive Griselda is not so fair
She conceals her real age, will not declare
On the Net she croons love’s tunes
To make all the young men swoon
A fantasyland like hers is so rare
The secrets that she always locks within
Mysterious as the Shroud of Turin
‘Twould be easier to gauge
The much-debated shroud’s age
Than guess the date of photos she's seen in
Wherever she goes, she carries laptops
Sexy blog posts from nursing home rooftops
Delusional minds deceive
Some catch on, some still believe
But at 87; her figure’s flopped
Entry for Tracie's contest
EXAMPLE
We are on this Earth to learn
With a sample of description
A visual account of the relevant
Or a biblical parable illustration
That is what is called the example
The right way we should be taught
First is the beginning of the word
Exam, a test that must be caught
Then when you do finally catch on
And, actually begin to really know
You will get to become the example
Teaching while you continue to grow
An example is being the mimic
Of what has happened already
Ex means past, to look back on
Ample is the full reference we see
A live sample view of the lesson
Which is the reflection of your life
As you climb up the steps to success
Or spiral down tangled rows of strife
We do learn and teach by example
Be sure exactly who you are imitating
For the example to be set as good
Or a truth of moral you are illustrating
The example can be either visualized
By your reflection or given spiritually
Like a parable coming from the Bible
Either way it is being like a mere copy
It seems easy to learn, teach, set or be
An example of a genuine duplication
Yet it is so difficult for me to describe
Just this simple example explanation
Florence McMillian (Flo)
I've got this awesome idea
To write the greatest of poems
It'll start out nice and easy
Then with a BANG make some noise
It will be widely read
In every coffeehouse in town
Soon to catch on like a wildfire
Then #1 with a bullet nation bound
Writing so amazing
It'll astound everyone
Why it might even get hired killers
To turn in their guns
It'll make the strong want to weep
And the weak to stand strong
There will be waves of applause
This poem will have it all going on
They'll beg me to let them use it
In a Presidential speech
Afterwards they'll fly it straight to the conflict
Where it'll bring peace to the Middle East
Finally coming to rest at the Smithsonian
Taking up it's rightful place
They may have to move that old Shuttle
To give my poem plenty of space
But before any of this can happen
Before it rings true, buckaroo
I suppose I should think up something special
And jot down a line, maybe two...
“I just don’t know.”
You ever have that feeling,
That sinking feeling,
Where you try
And you try
And you try
To wrap your
head
around
something.
Yet all that
comes to mind
Is
Nothing
Where you have to
“I don’t know”
Yourself
Because you cant
“I don’t know”
Tell what the right or wrong
move is.
Is there even a move
Or is it just you?
You see
“I just don’t know”
Do I like you?
Do I like the thought
of you?
Of you and me?
of us?
Or am crazy
Because of you?
I can’t explain it
I just know its
“I don’t know”
You
There’s hardly any time
Yet with you
I seem to forget about time
If only in our moments
Until I’m pulled away knowing
There’s never enough
time.
I know so little
Yet I’m pulled in
Strapped in
For a ride
I know
“I don’t know”
Will either make me
Or break me
“I just don’t know”
Yet like a bee
Enticed by that sweet
oh so sweet
Smile
I run to thee
I’d swim to thee
“I don’t know”
I’d even sing for thee
And believe me
I cant sing
That much
“I know”
You see there’s
Things I know
But I’m afraid to show
About me
What nerdy
Things could I hope to show
A sun-flower
Unlike me
You see
To me you’re
Spring to my lips
You’re the cool drops of rain
I hope to catch on the tip of tongue
The dew
On thin blades of morning grass
I envy.
“I don’t know”
Call me old fashion,
Im a dying romantic,
Hoping to count each seed of yours
Under the moon’s bright light
Each seed
A different story
Story of you
I may not love all of them
Im only human
You probably won’t love
All of mine
God knows I'm only human
But
“I don’t know”
I may just love
All of you
A day like no other—or so it had seemed
For this intelligent yet unknowing girl who failed to see the obvious
Though knowledgeable, she never truly deemed
The love someone had for her—she truly was oblivious.
"Another one?" She pulled it from it's placed—confused was she
'Twas another magnificent rose in purple—it was her favourite colour.
"Who has been leaving behind roses for me?
He certainly is thoughtful—it is such a sweet favour."
''They would never compare to your beauty, though,"
Said a voice lovely as velvet and sweet as chocolate from behind her
"Whoever sends them must truly love you so,
I'd do the same if I could—but you seem to already have an admirer."
"Why—who on earth would admire me?
If they want to be friends, why not just say so?"
Alas once again, ever oblivious she'd be!
And what she felt around him—she'd probably never know.
Her heart pounded when around him—that much she knew,
There'd be a unique feeling in her chest whenever they were together.
She wished she knew why—oh, she wished true,
She wished she understood—lest she be unknowing forever.
"Hey, may I ask—why are you so kind to me?"
And he blinked—that angelic voice was enough a man to stun.
"But is that not what friends should be?"
At his statement, she smiled, "I see! You must be that way to everyone!"
And sighing silently, he shook his head,
She'd never catch on to his antics—an oblivious girl she was truly!
His feelings were obvious—and despite it not being said,
He knew they loved each other, and if she knew it—oh, if only.
TIPPY TAPPY FOOTBALL
Tippy tappy football, I hear the pundits say
That's not proper football, that's not how you play
Tippy tappy football, now what's that all about?
Why can't they play like our lads and take the player out
Tippy tappy football, it's a generation thing
Six players through the middle and no one on the wing
Now tippy tappy football will never quite catch on
It's slow and it's lethargic and next year it’ll be gone
This tippy tappy football that the Spanish want to play
It's pass and move and pass and move and keep the ball all day
This tippy tappy football, It’ll be the ruin of the game
Why can't they shoot or make mistakes, it's really very tame
Tippy tappy football, now what's the great big fuss
We like blood and thunder, so it's really not for us
Yet this tippy tappy football, it's on the up and up
It's helped Spain win two Euros, and one Jules Rimet cup!
Ready-Set-21
Let’s get rid of all the people
starting with the old
no one will suspect
we could be so bold.
We’ll track their every movement
wouldn’t that be neat
then we’ll go and target
the one’s still eating meat.
Convince them they’re all different
inclusion was a bust
and other than the demi-gods
there’s no one you can trust.
By the time they catch on
claim they’re purely woke
they’ll be but the punchline
to this planetary joke.
So, wear your masks, walk your dogs
pick up after them
knowing all would be just fine
if it hadn’t been for H I M
6/12/2021
Global reset 21 Poetry Contest
Would you mind very much if I loved you?
Would you mind if I came to your home?
I'd like to find a place to rest
so I no longer have to roam
I'm so tired of all this wandering
I'm so tired of being afraid
My bones are aching from the cold
By your fire I'd have it made
I've had little to eat for a week now
What few nibbles I catch on the run
I feel like my days are numbered
I may not see the morning sun
There isn't a lot of room that I need
so I won't take up much of your space
I'd like to join your family
and to finally have a place
Would you allow me to come to your home?
I'd surrender my whole heart to you
I know I'm just a kitty cat
but could you please just love me too?
I've always been attracted to the other world.
You know, the world in between life and death.
The one you always see out of the corner of your eye.
Was always that little girl who wanted to be someplace.
Someplace more exciting than the place I was standing.
I always knew there was something more exciting waiting.
More exciting than where I was standing, new adventures.
Where the stardust falls at midnight, with sunrise delight.
World of whispers and flickering shadows in the moonlight.
Where the fairies and frogs and fireflies dance all night.
I call it my consensual reality in my alternate universe.
Come, take my hand, the land of enchantment is waiting.
It was always ok that I was the only one that believed.
Believed in the unseen world of the magical light beings.
I see the gargoyles conversing with the pigeons high up.
Sometimes they wink at me as they turn back to stone.
They pretend that way, so no one will catch on to them.
Trouble with magick is most people don't believe in it.
Though I'm sure they could if they kept hold of dreams.
And childlike natures and the innocents of childhood.
They don't believe in what's buried deep down inside.
If you tried, I know you could see just what I see.
Fairies with rainbow colored wings fly against the sun.
Or dancing along the milky way in the pale moonlight.
And the shoemaker's magick shop is where they live.
They are always delighted when you come for a visit.
12:30am 3/ 3 2013
I wrote this as I was waiting for my daughter Jessie to come home from bowling.
(A double Triolet)
A darkened sky portends the snow’s advance
as forest roof displays its bitten edge
and angel wings begin their winter dance.
A darkened sky portends the snow’s advance
as hidden lake supports her tender sedge
and wraps her banks in mud to form a ledge.
A darkened sky portends the snow’s advance
as forest roof displays its bitten edge.
White flakes descend to catch on nose and cheeks
as angels dump their aprons through the clouds.
Soft mountains form as snow heaps up in peaks
and flakes descend to catch on nose and cheeks,
while creatures sit encased in cushioned shrouds.
All nature rests on mute as winter snores aloud.
White flakes descend, to catch on nose and cheeks,
as angels dump their aprons through the clouds.
Cup Cake
Your favorite food is cupcake, so is mine
I cover my wife Cupcake in layered chocolate
The recipe is simple, defined with love and hunger
She does not always use the sauna
An oven hot will do just fine
Baking for two hours at a time till she is done
Bent over, burnt a little at the edges, turned on her side
She does not mind the heat too much
But hates blenders for some strange reason
The recipe must be kept as follows:
Two cups of flower and one for her hair
One stick of butter rubbed tenderly along the thighs
Three eggs scrambled but not about the eyes and ears
A spoon full of honey to keep the glow
Place the aluminum pan inside the over
Centered, then flop it in….but gently…must not forget the Mrs.
Set to 450 degrees to remove the grime and grease
Make sure the skin is tender to the touch
Sugar powder lightly on her body
Don’t forget the nose
Add cinnamon with a pinch and kiss
Caution! Cloths could catch on fire and are optional
Don’t over cook
We don’t want Cupcake to lose her looks
I like my cupcakes warm and sweet
With a glass of milk, late at night, between the sheets
Created by: Earl Schumacker on 9/23/15 for Tammy Reams “Didactic Foods”- Poetry Contest
Satan, I don’t like your hating.
Satan, I don’t want any part of you.
No fractions, none of your distractions,
I want to live the life that’s true.
This life guarantees the ultimate satisfaction.
Satan, I don’t want to have any dealings with you
You hinder my life that is true. No one wants to
Be sad and blue and tear everything up like you do
Satan, you messed up. You have too many whammies.
You’re pressed out of luck. I want big bucks but,
Not in the manner that you get them. That way want
Last and will not benefit anyone else in God’s kingdom
To ever get GLAD. Satan, I don’t want any part of
Your MAD. I want the best for my God-given, created,
Can’t be faded life. Something that you gave up a long
Time ago and you suffered a great big fall like Humpty
Dumpty on the wall, all of the kingdom’s horses and
All of the kingdom’s men should not have the desire
To put you together for your selfish desires to win so
Many will catch on fire as a result of you. Satan, you
Lie on me and my God-given, created, family. Satan,
You see the worst in me and want me to believe it’s true.
Satan, in Hell you’ll be skating on your wannabe icy
Lake of fire because you had the desire to be the Creator
And be a hater to what God made greatly. So skate ornately
And leave me alone. I want to live with God and not
In your heated home. Satan, I don’t want any part of you.
No fractions, no distractions, I want to live the life that’s true.
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