Best Chastushka Poems
I saw your other flowers sprout,
so bringing charm, I put down roots.
but hating me, you yanked me out.
You fool, I'll just bring more recruits!
He never stopped preaching
About the color of my hair
So I kept right on bleaching
and now there's nothing there
Contest: Bad hair day
Sponsored by Rick Parise
Form: Chastushka
Velvet fell from the SKY ON a Boston day by the bay
Cotton caressed thy lips gentility so that you might sigh
While you tried to convince me you and I could beg to fly
Suddenly uncertainty and fearfulness drew night but I never knew why
Other people opined they were warm yet I was cold
I longed to see my arms open wide for you to thusly hold
The woman who tutored ancient men how to produce gold
No statue crafted of such solemnity to behold
To heartbeats beat as one neither ever to cry
Hand in had that old man called us lovebirds flying high
And you with gold shimmering in the wind with which you vie
When the moon that night told you to tell me goodbye
The darkened sky stared right at me
And whatever it asked I would cauIdally comply
They ordered me a way, take to the run and flee
And never even knew fu****g why
(c) 2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Hair there, why cry, pull it out ..try!
Pretty YES on your head but nose?
God that’s gross you’re not a guy
Pull it out you’re indisposed!
pReMaTuRe AgInG
an older woman and a younger man
are a trix in between
because as his love blooms
he sees himself aging.
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penned on august 31, 2014!
He should have gifted something else
the gifts brought her an instant fame
as she saved those on her 'blue dress',
Zippergate was the scandal name!
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Placement: 6th;(March 2012)
Contest:Chaustushka Form-Russian Poetry
Sponsor:Gwendolen Rix
By:Kash poet
If I were you
And you were me
i knew your sorrows
And you felt pains of me.
All roots of misunderstanding
Live in the heart of unknowns
We don't know well about each other
So misconceptions lead the differences.
If elders were youngsters
And youngsters were elders
They knew each other's needs
Thus disputes never sprout their seeds.
All you wanted to know about me
Same i wanted to know about you
if you want war and disputes should dwell in hell
then we shouldn't afraid to make World well.
If some day a miracle happens
All men and women change their gender
They can feel needs of each other
Thus Respect and dignity hurt never.
If humans were Nature
And nature were humans
Think what we get from Nature
And what we return holy Nature
What is the worst in the world?
Consider ownself merely right in the World.
If all persons are right
Then how deadly weapons get birth to fight.
Not us they said. You cannot make us shelter in!
Memorial Day they ran to the beaches for fun.
We do not buy into your story, Dr. Fin.
Covid 19 now killing them off one by one.
A long time he has hung on
It's about time he gets the boot
The rest would be glad to see him gone
They'll team up to say good-bye to Newt
Chastushka Form-Russian Poetry contest of Gwen Rix
With visiting Judge Andrea Dietrich co-judging
7th Place Winner
Fall arrives today, still clad in green,
Clear skies of impossible blue
Presage the riot of color to come;
Hot reds and golds, yet bitter cold - whom to sue?
(This is a true story from 2001, when I let my
hair grow back to dark, and I fooled a few people
who thought the wig was still my own hair but with
a different shade of blonde!)
Growing roots meant bad hair each day;
bought a wig to stay blonde at school.
One guy loved my color that way.
Said, "Your hair's never looked so cool!"
For Rick Parise's "A Bad Hair Day" Contest
using Chastushka (Russian form of poetry
with trochaic tetrameter).
Z Z Top and Cousin It took the right approach
Dark sun glasses and beards detract from scraggly hair
Next time my motley hairdo meets with reproach
Combing forward I’ll consider, sparing the Nair
*For Rick's "Bad Hair Day" contest
He was an All Star Athlete,
A potential Hall of Famer.
He could have made a fortune, if,
His hair was not like Kramer's.
A stupid fly tried to swim
In my glass filled with a beer
But finally the beast made it to the rim
And when flying away it showed me its rear
Well, it was a Hardy try my love.