Best Contra Poems
Stain on the coffee table.
Where did you come from?
Your brown halo. From overflowing
cup? Maybe clumsy stumble.
I don't remember seeing you
yesterday in this place. Since I
don't drink coffee
you're probably a tea stain
that I need to clean again.
Losing my keys can be unsettling.
Not nearly as much as finding a human skull.
Waking up naked in church is a
reoccurring dream.
Pleasant is the day when a severed finger
is found in a jar of mayonnaise
Hidden is the fact
I lost my job at the funeral home.
For showing up on my day off.
I blush at the sight of adult diapers.
Whose keys are these?
9/21/18
I got up it was way past noon
Thought I’d go for a walk.
Then, it started to rain
I’m talking heavy rain
The rain that soaks you rain.
I saw my neighbour Mrs Pratt
She was out walking her little dog.
You’ve guessed, they were wet too
I’m talking really wet.
They were both dripping.
I said "hello" and she grunted a greeting
Not happy I thought, but it’s only rain.
Then a bus drove by and hit a big puddle,
And then Mrs Pratt screamed as the puddle
engulfed her.
Strange I thought, she is already wet.
But then I realised why she had screamed
the poor little dog was not moving.
I went to the pub and the barman said
“You look wet”
“Do I” I replied, " I just saw a dead dog".
Written on 21st of September
For contra poetry contest sponsored by Jesse Rowe.
they shake, rattle and roll,
calcium balls not for my soul,
every time they move,
it's not my groove,
I warn them to stop
and quit doing the hop,
the doc threatens to laser,
a form of using a teaser
I've got the kidney stone blues
in the middle of the night,
they wake me up with a fright
as they roar and rumble
within my kidney while they stumble,
shuckin and jiving to a beat,
twisting and turning with defeat,
the ache lasts and ain't no fun,
grabbing a pain pill on the run
I've got the kidney stone blues
I find the matter timid...
awful and cont rare...
...To my belief I find your comment...
has caught you unaware...
A momentary contradiction...
your judgement is impaired...
hold yourself in allegiance...
...civil tongue in tow...
...until the dust has settled...
...again I find the matter timid...
To my belief I find your comment
has caught you unaware...
...awful and contra re
...the challenges of an idiot...
are really without care...
Five for Smokes
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I needed five dollars for smokes.Yesterday.,
I had it.but still...Had smokes AND That five.
ended up being used. for something else.I myself
might SAY I'd pay for but then,. I wouldn't. pay.ME, though.,
I'm sure someone would., So...Sure,. SOMEone would (And
DID.) they know I'd gladly sell that again Today,?When I say
"Yes"., can you see I'm now still?" Needing smokes...
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10/19/2018
Hear Me, O Muse, no moos or cluckings, muckings or horns of fog
Do sound the clamoring claxons of the bardics that be written by William McGonagal o’ the Bog,
That Laird of Lamentations Disastrous, that Scot Wha’ Hey Nonny Nonny,
Laureate of the quite awful woeful grueful stuff that happened a-when Goode Queen Victoria was stuck-in in Buckingham and Balmoral and the rest, recall ‘em, of her palaces oh so very bonny,
All about bridges steel a-budging, assassinations most foul all gone kerplooey,
And many and other suchlike things dire. And then that tasty poetaster who be
Known far and near for all his poems fair about domestical bliss most sweet a-cloying,
Edgar Guest, good ol’ scrivener of the everyday, of pathos and bathos does he sing,
Garden paths and bubble baths and let’s not be forgetting the good ol’-fashion verities,
A poet to speak for everyone no matter who or how finicky, he’s.
Let’s round down to an even three with Rod McKuen, syrupy-treacly and saccharine,
Escape from thought and subject and technique and all things stern or black-and-grim,
As sure as roses are red and violets are blue
And God made the little green apples red but once in a while green too.
I swear I cannot live unless I’m able to read them many times per diem,
At work, at home, in bed, or sometimes while at my BM.
Stupid poem,
Makes no sense,
Nonsense words,
Falling off the page,
Looking sideways
Words don’t fit
No rhyme
No tempo
Bound for the trash
Wasted paper and ink
But wait think
Some abstract
Will love it
Stupid poem
Will have a home
Just because
It is a poem
Contra Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jesse Rowe
With lightened heart and care-loosed feet
setting out hand-in-hand
to Celtic tune and callers bleat
of "hay," "gypsy," "allemand."
All that satin, cotton and silk
a'twirl in twos and fours,
topped by smiles white as milk
on dancers by the score.
Away sad thoughts, can you not see?
The dance is on, it's time for glee!
Consider the dance in contrast to
and not as to oppose,
this instant poised, then threading through
a line, and then who knows?
Tumbl' out your hair, O lady dear.
What need have you for care?
This dizziness will soon make clear,
so lose yourself in ayre.
Yesterday we had our vaccination,
Developed no hallucinations
And certainly no indications
Of symptoms, as per some perceptions
Feel good we had this vaccination
Giving us some protection,
Was over in a second, no hallucinations,
Or contra indications.
Arm was painful, no more or less, a revelation
2nd phase Pfeizer, need no persuasion
Indeed, a definite exuberant exhilaration,
So many hundreds in the queue, a true illumination.
My heart felt such intense satisfaction,
So many people in line for vaccination
Which is for ours and your protection
Have not a single reservation.
Have this much researched safe vaccination,
One must not tarry, pay great attention
3.5 million people that have died since Covid 19’s inception,
Weigh up the odds, one should have no objection!
in the bathroom
That's wear it,
was
i
think or was:
it in the other sink
The kitchen sink
The other batheroom sink.
the sink that's so rink-a-dink and and pink and full of ink that I, can't drink, wink
wink Wait I know where it is...................hhmmmm......what was i looking for
10/06/2018
(Mario)
Here comes the carpenter
who wears a crimson hat
Don't mock him dear
for being a bulgy fat
He is the Super Mario
who's a bold savior
Likes to jump on enemies' head
...very odd behavior
Has only one aim
to get princess Peach
Get her before the foes come
save her from their reach
(Contra)
Now come the commandos
both clad in camouflage
Landed in Red Falcon's Area
...their territory full of mirage
Loaded with machine guns
they are here to abrogate
For they are the chief saviors
to abet mankind's fate
Cutting through the challenges
they will surely succeed
As everyone is supporting them
wishing luck in their deed
Is it my karma or fate,
I never lose my head
but lost my hair
(ha, what a waste!)
very early in life
when I was young,
and you know,
not quite complicate.
Now I am bald
so, I wear a toupee,
(oh, what a crap!)
Everyone is appalled!
I believe, I'll die unnoticed and unsung
after this's all said and done.
And now; (Guess What?)
New hair grows
from everywhere else...
...but head!
~CONTRA Poetry Contest by Jesse Rowe
I stepped in a puddle
of mud. It was in a rut in
the road.
It splashed on my pant leg and
I couldn't clean it up up by hand.
I was angry. I wasn't too much hurt.
Today. I came back. The sun had been
shining and now it is just dirt.
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Veils within deep mirrors reflecting illusions thru distortions of time
Tales astonishing thru mind connecting.........dreams of realities sublime
Visions forever expanding via projecting++++++thoughts of infinite stares
Divisions amidst temporal time collecting.................fragments within layers
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Within existence of forever expanding infinitely
Begin layers of........endeavor refracting intricately
All amidst eternal** never** of nilpotent now
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...can also be read backward
Sept.20.2018
Contra Poetry
Sponsored by: Jesse Rowe
N/A for contest