Best Chock Poems
In a gorgeous meadow chock full of butterflies and daylilies there lived a
sassy happy beautiful dragonfly. She was loved by the tulips, roses, and coneflowers. The monarchs revered her, seeing the joy she brought to the meadow. This little dragonfly did her best to fit in, nurturing each aspect of the meadow as was her right.
pretty dragonfly
spreading love to the flowers
expecting nothing
Trump's been awarded
the chock full of bull piss prize ...
BUT which seven wars!
*****To the naked EYE, this poem may seem like gibberish,
but I assure you it is loaded with 24 palindromes,
3 palindrome phrases, 1 hidden palindrome phrase,
and is chock full with enormous wordplay...
oh and one more palindrome in this description.
Can you find more? I challenge you word freaks!*****
____SATAN OSCILLATE MY METALLIC SONATAS____
Last night, around eleven or so, I decided to paint a pink castle.
To my dismay, on display, is what looks more like a pink *******.
Picasso would've been so proud!
Today, upon recording nothing short of a colossal debacle,
I've chosen to
utilize the eyes of a hostile apostle.
Tossing docile scribble, I'm scribing.
Describing life like a diatribe conniving REVIVER at a revival.
LIVE EVIL!
Palindrome EYE to the side of my tribe.
Get in line, standing at the hands of HANNA.
PULL UP.
RISE AND VOTE SIR!
EYE
LEVEL
to
NUN'S
BOOB.
WOW!
We OTTO-matically
POP a PEEP at NOON!
DAD got so damn mad he DID the DEED
and split three XANAX with his MADAM and MOM!
(ALA the ABBA GIG way back in them AHA kookie KOOK days)
So anyways...
Back to peek hassle!
Do ya' think he might like ta' take a stab at my STATS?
*****(this was fun as fun can be:
hope you have half as much fun with it as I did:)*****
~JSLambert
I can no longer hold my tongue
I’ve got my knockers and my mockers
Oh, and I can’t forget the blockers
So you badmouth me on FB behind my back
Let rip with your vitriol and go on the attack
With your false humility and humble claims
You are chock full of bull crap, playing games
Well…
I’m telling you this
Stop taking the piss
Here is my butt. I'd be remiss
if I didn't offer it for you to kiss
Go ahead skunk; make my day
release your stinking spray!
Oh, there's just one thing I have to say...
I don’t do 'two-faced book' anyway!
Judgmental people and haters contest
sponsored by Brenda Chiri
A note to whoever is being so nasty to Robert … you must be jealous of his talent for writing poetry and you should be ashamed of your behaviour!
08-11-17
Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul
as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream
and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone
of silence in the outer space.
As you sit in the middle of the world
alone;
free yourself from the sense of hopelessness,
only see yourself in the mirror of deception
as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you,
and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you.
Hounds from Hell take your soul,
chock you, cut of your air,
the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash.
Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul,
go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation,
Alone, listening to your soul die away,
watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand,
picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time.
Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess
that you left behind.
You are gone, without a trace of ever returning.
Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from
comfort and warmth,
till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out
and you look at it all spill out over the floor.
The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you,
and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away... slowly.
Fear darkens souls,
innocent souls burn with a new day,
a slumber that has no end
with nightmares haunting every light of hope
there is left in this desolate Wasteland.
Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe
and we all go to hell to see the Hounds,
who come for us all.
The graveyards fill,
and death guards the tombstones of the dead,
and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead.
-10/14/2013-
There are plenty of Ayn Rand followers around
but there is something called "Art for Art's Sake"
I have gotten paid for writing - even sold some poems
However, I feel that Art for Art's sake
is not a lot of nonsense
Poetry can liberate the spirit
and bring to life feelings that money just can't buy
So does Chock Full of Nuts coffee
However, I don't drink coffee
preferring to mellow out with some tea
"the green kind"
I certainly wish success to the Green Pavillion poets
All the time realizing
that
writing is a great escape from the troubles of life
I. also realize that there are some
very great poets out there in the darkness
who never get up and read their work
who will become known in the future long after we have returned to dust
chlorophyll greenery, Spring’s
creamery daffodils chock-full of light.
bees alight; honey wings.
violette clematis rife —
the ribbon wraps ‘round my neighbor’s mailbox.
her preserve rocks wildlife.
the southern cottonwood tree
sheds seeds of tumbleweed-like fluff, blowing
in warm wind; swing drifts free.
sights and sounds all around us.
He darkens our world, likewise lights it up
God fills our cups no muss.
the music of the starshine,
the invitation of the moon halo —
romance slow; paintbrush pines.
5/24/2020
the englyn byr cwca is a Welsh form that uses both end and internal rhymes
poem comprised of tercets (from one tercet to infinity) or 3-line stanzas
first line has 7 syllables, second has 10, and third has 6
lines 1 and 3 end rhyme with each other
line 2 rhymes with a syllable somewhere in the middle of the 3
THE ARTIST
An artist from the city of Rangoon
Wanted to paint the crater's of the moon
Packed canvas, brush and paint
Told his wife who did faint
Then he took off in a hot air balloon.
THE SCIENTIST
A bright scientist who worked at the zoo
Thought in genetics he'd make a breakthrough
Mixed some bovine
With some feline
And now all the lions at the zoo roar moo.
CLIFF
A young butcher from New York called Cliff
Checked cold storage cos of a strong whiff
He then opened the lock
Forgot to use the chock
The next morning they found him quite stiff.
THE SHERIFF
Then there was the old sheriff of SouthPaw
Went up the hills to arrest an outlaw
It wasn't the sheriff's day
Cos the baddie got away
Shouted" up yours old sheriff and yee haw".
FREDDY
A womaniser called Freddy from Fife
Was caught out by his long suffering wife
Of course he denied
"You liar" she cried
And while he slept took revenge with a knife.
Written 6th July 2019.
Of all the flamin’ rotten luck I said alighting from me van;
kicked the wheel holding the flat to upset our touring plan.
We’re miles away from anywhere as I rummage through our gear,
for underneath our chock full load the spare is hidden here.
Then horror of all horrors, I cursed and swore then spat,
I’d forgot to check the spare and that too is flamin’ flat,
So we’ve ‘gotta’ wait for someone (which isn't often on this road).
Two hours we boiled in the sun before its back to travelling mode.
Another problem surfaced then for as the sun did set;
having no idea where we were and not accommodated yet.
In our headlights there's a change of luck - ‘B & B’s’ a welcome sight.
Me and the missus drove in hoping there’s room here tonight.
The old farmer with his torchlight walked us down the back.
With the beam he pointed toward a dirty run down shack.
The doorway’s full of cobwebs; windows were broken too.
He chased out a big goanna saying "Now it should be fit for you".
"Where's the toilet?” Asked the missus - “I usually visit through the night."
"I never thought of that” he said. “I'll make sure that you’re right".
He came back with a bucket, and said, "If you want privacy,
you will have to take the bucket behind the pepper tree".
Next morning just on sunrise the farmer knocks and says
"Hope I didn't wake you up - would you like bacon and eggs?”
"Yes please" we said together. “Can we have some coffee too?”
"Do you both take milk?" The farmer asked. We both replied "Thank-you".
As we packed up across he came to pick up our dirty plates.
I told him that his breakfast was one that highly rates.
"Your coffee's great" the missus said "You and your wife should take a bow".
"Why thanks” the farmer said. “Now where’s the bucket - I've ‘gotta’ milk the
cow".
I love to find a bargain
As I search the New Year sales
I really could not live without
That pair of giant bright pink snails
I don’t know where I’ll put them
Everywhere is chock-a-block
But I know that I must have them
They’re reduced by such a lot
And over there
A rainbow chair
I have five more at home
But surely
I need just one more
To make a set
But can I get
The darn thing through my door
So I'd better get my skates on
For soon it will be gone
And then I see
The very thing
I’ve wanted all my life
I make a dash
I throw myself
With one almighty thrust
I am resolved to make it mine
Before her over there
A lady with bright ginger hair
I cannot let her have it
I push
I shove
I’m nearly there
Before her over there
A lady with bright ginger hair
For as I passed
I tripped her up
She fell upon her butt
Now she is down and out
I’ll reach it now
I have no doubt
For after all
its dog eat dog
Or words to that effect
And yet
I will return again
To be beguiled
To be enticed
With money off reductions
It's a bargain at the price
That something I can’t live without
At New Year sales
I’ll find no doubt…
10th January 2020
Contest Strand Choice 4
Sponsor Brian Strand
3rd Place
The Churches are empty!
But the bars are chock full?
Walmart, almost a new religion
unto itself.
It's parishioners, adoring cheap
junk on its shelves!
Few would even think to contribute
to any ministry.
But spend thousands on hair dyes,
and cosmetic dentistry.
We adore our bodies more than God.
He is old-hat, while we are so mod.
We attend sporting events, like mad,
true addictive clods.
The Bible? Oh, my, that is terribly old
school.
We think Google is God and provides
us with ultimate truth and rules.
5/9/2019
Eggs are white - a little chubby chicken is yellow
Easter egg - chock full of colorful candy
Sticky red sugar lips give you a sweet kiss
Old snow spots melts on the ground
Dandelion scatters gold in the trenches
Easter bunny jumping out from nowhere
with chocolate spots on the white fluffy coat
Crocus and daffodils showing us spring with joy
Life sparking - reigniting
Small buds unfold and dances in the spring sun
- Happy Easter - Enjoy Spring :)
15.04.2014
A-L Andresen :)
There's an antique red barn
Sits atop the hill
And a small little pond
Chock full of blue-gill
There's old rusty cars
Which haven't ran in years
And a hundred year old house
Once manufactured by Sears
It's loaded full of memories
It's filled with lots of charm
It's a place I know and Love
It's all there...On Grandma's Farm
Used to go there every Sunday
From as far back as I can remember
Sledding down the hill
In the snow come December
I Loved it out at Grandmas
Playing with toy tractors in the sand
Going to help split wood
Just to lend a helping hand
I Loved it winter, spring and summer
But my favorite time of all
Was when the leaves all turned
The wonderful colors of fall
I was carefree and happy
The world was free from harm
Way back when I was a kid
Out On My Grandma's Farm
© 2011 Kevin Stock
I’m dining with my cousin Giles
Who disclosed he’d terrible piles
He’s wriggly and twitchy
Cos his butt’s so itchy
His visage is sad, there’s no smiles
He’d tried using soft margarine
This process had just made him scream
So he did not linger
With his index finger
But Anusol worked like a dream
I said it was my understanding
That surgeon ‘s do hemorrhoid banding
But if he has it done
Sitting down he may shun
On this subject I won’t be expanding!
Next time I saw my Cousin Giles
They’d successfully removed his piles
So he can sit down
No trace of a frown
And Giles is chock full of smiles
10/09/21
moved around so fast
outran traces of my past
contacts I'd amassed
with little hesitation
lost sight of situation
not stabilizing
life without compromising
'til next uprising
left holding tight to what was
searching out the next just cause
tangled up in lies
slim prospects can agonize
tear through the disguise
certainly no going back
when all planning goes off-track
some beliefs abide
because of truths which they hide
past acts they've denied
everything and nothing count
souls each taxed by right amount
my own mother's faith
premise easy to forsake
seemed too profit based
afterlife but a cheap trick
fake carrot attached to stick
relativity
defines things differently
with more symmetry
increasing agility
throughout the totality
time a state of mind
often used to try to find
nature's true design
of a mass always the same
yet constantly rearranged
where do we reside
in universe vast and wide
peer out from inside
closer to edge than center
current knowledge can't render
dark skies filled with voids
the cosmologist enjoys
and black hole destroys
this universe more or less
is chock full of nothingness
science lights the way
to where we headed these days
bits, bytes, down runways
send voyages toward Oort cloud
seeing how heavens are plowed
ride the bleeding edge
with data mining we dredge
what Einstein alleged
learning even photons bend
in order to reach their end