Best Continuation Poems
I gave you the tale of my computer
Last month
All is working.......
Well sort of.
And again it came down to me to put in a network card.
It put up a stubborn fight
But two days later I MADE IT WORK!
It really wasn't that hard
But there were other things
Like licenses for the vehicles and me
Mine was the problem
My birth certificate name was different you see.
I had had it changed
But who knows in what state
The lawyer said "shoot
The one on your birth certificate will do.".
The Kansas license was personalized
And a beautiful thing
I decided I'd keep it
And one day put it out for all to see.
When I removed it
I brought it inside
Washed and dried it
And set it aside.
One evening Shirlee and Fred came by
On their way home from work
I wasn't here but they left some no, no's
For my dessert.
The next day they came by to give me a ride
It was off to garage sales we would go
Shirlee looked at me and said
"Mom is that your idea of a joke?"
I didn't pick up on what she meant
And she pointed toward the stove.
" I mean ," she said "Do you intend to leave your
License plate up there?"
I told you it was special,
I didn't want it to get hurt
So I placed it on the vent
Above the cook stove to make sure.
It was tan
And a buffalo stood with pride
The letters C I L E
Were printed on it's side.
I still didn't get the drift
Until she pointed to the four little words
And Read
"HOME ON THE RANGE."
I had to sit down
I was laughing so hard
And when I think back
I still get a charge.
I haven't yet found my home on the range
But I'll tell you this my friends
Following the next four lines
You can add the word, AMEN
No more cooking
I am through
If you can't use the micro wave
BOO HOO!
Cile Beer
SHE'S WET - VIII
At times I wonder why I miss her
and the times I use to kiss her
her dentures were always set
but her pants were always wet
I must admit she was a pisser
John G. Lawless
3/30/2015
Continuation of Brodsky’s History of the Twentieth Century
1918. A flu pandemic in Spain takes hold,
From Kansas over the seas in America bold,
Women’s suffrage win the vote,
Their opinion is not remote,
Russia switches from the Julian calendar,
To the Gregorian, the west’s larder,
Russia agrees the world war to leave,
To forsake the German swastika sleeve,
UK navy air flying squad merges with RAF,
To make one dynamic force, to the Nazi’s deaf,
The Finnish civil war ends which did distract,
Germany away from their vile, aggressive act,
Nazareth and Forest of Argonne battles won,
Allied forces break the Hindenburg line rung,
The First World War ends with freedom standing,
Democracies will liberate and love undemanding,
Austria, Czech, Hungary become Republics grand,
A peace conference is held in Paris’s free land.
The man of the year is William C “Billy” Durant,
The founding owner and President of General Motors,
He engineers automobiles with speed, at some current,
Like sliced bread off a line to be given coasters.
(Billy Durant)
After Billy bought Chevrolet motors,
Of Delaware, to take the market’s rotors,
He made its head into a new entity,
In General Motors company identity,
But this man, called Pierre S DuPont,
Stole his presidency with great foe,
So this chief man Billy bought bowling alleys,
But died unknown to his lucrative days:
But Durant asserted in money terms our friend,
Technology, after which the war did quickly end.
Reference: History of the Twentieth Century by Joseph Brodsky
Useless as today’s pile up of spent money
Don’t do the way of indentured slaves
What we have always known is true for some
How would you like to meet your smiling face
Such a opportunity to connect, to be new
What a glorious gift, to start anew, be somebody else
Trashing around in this body, give it some thought
The courage of many is your gift, embrace it.
Your gift from all who have drunk from the well
Drunk with life, drunk from life, what's the difference?
Who can fly fire and not burn, not fall?
Who can understand why the waves swallow the sand?
Embrace it as you would embrace a lover,
Your innermost needs cry for release
The sweat masks your face, wringing wet
hopple hopping with all your unspecified needs,
a laundry list of needs
Washed, tossed, flimsy flimsy hopple hopper
Do you know why you were born?
Will you ever learn
You have been instructed, shown the way
Thank you for your participation
for what had to be done
If you previous read the lower beginning of this looking to read a clerihew sorry, I made a silly copy/paste error, now fixed.
I could always include the philosopher your's truly
He's just a misunderstood soul that grew up unruly
I can make up excuses for him left and right
How he just ponders day and night
Long ago did he abandon his search for truth
Probably when the tooth fairy robbed his tooth
She left him a small monetary sum as he slept
Then he grew up, found out how much a tooth cost and wept
Now for a group I call the poetry soup drama club
No it's not for their love of theater that I give them this dub
It's for their concern of who gets comments and views
I think the very meaning of it all did they loose
They really shocked me and it's not that easy
To write another clerihew about it seems cheesy
But I wonder why, here they would seek such vanity
Thankfully I write mostly for my sanity
As we headed with the shadows
Along the primrose path
You were bemused, you were afraid
You were alone
You let to live along with those
humanoids from the deep
Cursing you...
Yet you concealed your pain
With your smile that appeared so lone.
Once I misread your eyes
I lost my patience...
There I thought
I lost you forever
As thereafter I woke up
When I heard
You were crying all alone.
You heard me I was calling you
As I whispered your name
that traveled along with the wind -
I chanced to see you again
I sought to hear you again
I paced to walk with you again
I cherished to smile with you again
But all of a sudden
I lamented the words you said
Yet you cajoled me
As for the first time...
I realized...
I was afraid of losing you
When you will walk away to another life.
I tried to fight the humanoids
Those who cursed your life
Sometimes you misread me
And we bickered endless nights.
Yet we held each other tight
And tried to revel the days
with our playful acts
I enjoyed listening when you sung the 'Rik' rap,
You made me bellylaughed everytime
When you rhymed the 'honeybunch, sugarplum',
I spoke to you as long as I came to your dreams...
You made me to laugh out loud
When you mimicked my rude voice so accurately.
Thence you asgined me to be your knight
and you fronted a battle you wanted to fight -
I accepted and I was ready withal my armors
But all I lost
When I realized...my Queen's realm
was already occupied by those humanoids...
And my sword can't shed further blood
As my Queen is still living with her wounded soul.
I Wish where-ever you are
Be happy forever
And Still I know...
You can hear me
ANd so here are my last words
You will be remembered forever...
Lots of love,
Your Rik.
You wonder what life is like
in a future not to far
away from now,
you dream, you hope,
you assume it will all go well
but every now and then
you realize that all
hope is overrated because
your today is endless
and it's not good.
You realize that nothing
goes right for you anymore
and that you will never be good
enough for the people in your life.
So hoping, dreaming,, striving
seems pointless
because you wonder
if there is even a point
in hoping
because in the end,
all of us end up the same.
So you give up all hope,
just for one second,
test the waters,
cross the street without looking,
walk on the edge of the cliff,
jump off the high diving board,
and are not afraid,
because you know,
that there is no point in the future
when tomorrow and today are the same.
I'm sad for the pride letting love slide right by,forgetting that God is own our side's. It is the hand of our farther we need the most;not money or worldly possessions, just the obsession of trust we need to take with us when we die. So what must I do except stay true even for you through another day in time. As I sit and find out how to be me, remembering the day I fell from a branch of a tree to set me free for all too see as i pray each day. God bless all brother Terry.
The Spirit written text does make the call,
Of one Lord supremely over all,
With a secondary purpose in mind,
Of a merciful and a redeeming kind.
All wrapped up in this purpose too,
Could be salvation for me and you.
I ask you now, does this ring true,
Creation made and with good purpose too?
Col.1:16 'All things were made by Him and for
Him' Gen.50:20 (Joseph to his brothers)'Ye
thought evil against me, but God meant it unto
good, to save much people alive' Isa.45:5-7
Isa.46:9-11 Rev.4:11 John.17:2 Jere.18:6
Matt.28:18 Rom.9:21
Confused Surreal 9-11 (continued)
By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
News flashes’ disillusionments then changed from bad to worse.
But chaos had not seen it’s end, attack was just the first.
The pentagon was next in line. God! Clear it out in time?
The word came through that tower two had crumbled to the ground.
But chaos had not seen it’s end, attack was just the first.
The World Trade Center’s death toll soared our citizens were lost.
The pentagon was next in line. God! Clear it out in time?
Then, word came through that tower two had crumbled to the ground.
The World Trade Center’s death toll soared our citizens were lost.
Debris filled streets for miles around as people fled for life.
Then, word came through that tower two had crumbled to the ground.
How could this happen on our soil? We are the brave and free.
Debris filled streets for miles around as people fled for life.
Reality not sunken in, we all saw freedom’s cost.
How could this happen on our soil? We are the brave and free.
Real heroes sacrificed their lives and crashed Flight 93.
Reality, not sunken in, we all saw freedom’s cost.
Round and round our heads did spin; we watched in disbelief.
Real heroes sacrificed their lives and crashed Flight 93.
The country came together then, war was no mystery.
Round and round our heads did spin; we watched in disbelief.
The facts had all displayed themselves United States are we
The country came together then, war was no mystery.
And friends from all around the world joined us as brave and free.
One December Night
Mama, at the oven, was taking cookies out. When she turned around quickly to see what
the shouts were about, the cookies started sliding. And almost hit the floor. But the frog
took his wand from his sack by the door and started to say magic words galore.
“Alacafrogsky majikazam, make those cookies go back into the pan.” To everyone's
surprise, those gingerbread men stopped in thin air, reversed, took a spin. Then headed
right back to the pan again. Wide eyed, that is when the family realized that the frog at their
table was not like other frogs.
And while doing magic, the frog said to the mouse, “You better start running, and I mean
fast right out of this house.” And as Dad, with his broom, was about to lower the boom, the
mouse left the house wearing a great big brown mouse frown. Then, Dad with a smile and
real puzzled look put the broom down and the frog's hand he shook.
At half past mid-night on that cold winter night the frog and his magic brought one family
delight. So, he stayed and ate cookies along with the girls. And he took from his bag, lots of
toys and some pearls. He gave each one gifts. Then, closed up his brown sack. But as
he headed for the door, together they said, “Wait! Come back! We have a gift for your
sack!
He turned around fast with a twinkle in his eye. Then, the children ran to him with hugs
and with sighs. They gave him big kisses. He smiled deep inside as they put one big gift
marked for Santa in his bag.
All of a sudden with no warning at all, a bright cloud of sparkles surrounded the frog.
Magically, right in front of them all, they discovered that the frog was not a frog at all! In just
a
few moments, when all of the sparkles were gone, there stood Santa Claus. Had something
gone wrong? His face was delighted. He had a big smile. All of the elves hiding began to
come out. Those tiny little people sang loudly, and danced. “Santa is back. They have
broken the spell. Be sure to go everywhere and tell, tell, tell!"
(To be continued...)
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 5, 2009
Inspired by:
Poetrysoup member's Contest Anything Goes!
Sponsored by: Constance La France (I took you at your word... It's a LONG story.)
The Bengal is dead, a corpse in the ground,
The do-do bird is without sound.
The tribes of Indians, won’t see another day,
The ash from the volcano, has long been blown away.
We have seen the death, of the giant squid,
And many evils stole, the paintings of Madrid.
Why is it that we must destroy?
Maybe someday, morals we will employ.
As I am slowly walking down the street today,
Something seems familiar about the road I’m on.
I begin thinking back to that very fateful day,
Trying to forget that my wife and child are gone.
It’s been a few years now, but I’ve managed to survive,
Though I can’t hold a job and I’m on medication.
Sometimes it’s too much, and I wish I wasn’t alive.
I just need to go on a “permanent vacation”.
A little further down the road, I realize where I am.
There are two roadside crosses on the side of the highway.
I killed my wife and little girl right here where I stand.
I kneel down next to them and begin to pray.
I begin to cry as I yell at God for what he’s done.
He has taken my precious angels away from me.
I demand an answer because I must blame someone.
The headlights of a drunk driver are the last thing I see.
she haven't said a word yet ! has she?
not a single compliment ! nothing ! "
all these thoughts made it less exciting
and then I started feeling unappreciated
I thought that all of it (you feeling for me)was just an illusion that my mind created
my mind is so good at being sceptical when things go right
it tries to find every reason of it being wrong, that I never might
be this fortunate
and these sceptical thoughts even hit me today when we met I was in a frozen state
but then that happened
you walked into your bus and we stared at each other so long
at that moment I felt our connection was too strong
I finally felt that again and this time it was real
this time those feathers were mine and not just an illusion
I could feel
this time I don't need to be sceptical I can spread my Wings and Flythis time I know you won't let any one shot me out of the sky
that single movement made me realise that this time we might just MAKE IT !
after that , I couldn't act like a stone I couldn't Fake it
if everything goes just right we can be the most adorable duo I have ever seen
maybe even more epic than Beyonce and Jay
that night I only wished to see you again on the next day
I only wish we were still in the same college
I only wish that we had similar careers so that we can share knowledge
and at least meet each other by study reasons
but I know there are different phases in lifes different Seasons
I just hope on each other we never quit
I just hope that we will have that epic story
I just hope we finally MAKE IT !
WOULD YOU dance a fugue behind
the outhouse / under the hands of beautiful
things that bloom, Oh! upon sacred plains where
shepherds go.
That once i loved Jessica the Nun! Within
her silk nun's habit i saw her pendulous breasts
(i prayed to the cult of Virgins then) and stuck
my tongue within her mouth for penance
: God forgave the lesser angels as they are from
a different order. The rest of them congregated
as horny vampires and ate me while I held their
heads below the Church Steeple.
:: 02.20.2022 ::