Best Chock Full 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...

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When we set out on a road trip
We didn’t stick to the old script
And were gladly amazed
And rarely unfazed
Hitting strange towns though some were skipped

We started from Thatsnot, OK
Which was more or less ok
But then stayed for the view
When we drove into
The town of Overlo,...

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*****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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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      The Churches are empty!
      But the bars are chock full?
      Walmart, almost a new religion 
      unto...

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Wretched emasculated celibate anchorite

(any relationship between the following poem and living persons -
namely the writer of these words ranks as purely coincidental and fictitious).

nevertheless he suffers existential blight
covered head to toe
in black and blue bruises
linkedin wherein
yours truly (himself) did self flagellate,
less for religious reasons,
than cuz...

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Green light means go ahead
Make your choice
Here’s a list of the Green light or free, fruits go, go, go and eat them up

Apples, dried: Dried apples make a great snack food and are easy to transport.
Apples, fresh: It makes no difference what variety of apple...

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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 
...

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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...

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From Pretty Pink Bows To Baby Bassinets  


              Well little girl you are in high water now and the sand is moving swiftly under your feet. You never expected to get...

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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...

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Key CapitalistYang/CreolistYin EcoHistoric Concepts

I find a fuzzy irony in this morning’s early search for a new journal notebook, having filled my last from what had been, five years ago, an inconceivably high pile of empty and near-empty notebooks, set-aside for these diurnal reflections on last...

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