Best Dander Poems
I'm hearing rumors that are easy to believe
but none of them give me reason to grieve
You've been telling people their poetry sucks
Words from your mouth flow in a fetid flux
What arrogance is revealed in your slander
You don't rile me enough to raise my dander
The absolute truth is that I just don't give a fig
Your remarks show you to be an arrogant prig
How dare you disparage so many other poets
People call you 'rude' in case you don't know it
I've laughed at your slurs and each bitter assault
If the truth hurts your feelings, it's all your fault
You've mocked and criticized lots of poetry
making you a monster with green-eyed jealousy
I've heard from many, and in their point of view
'they' say you're a nasty male version of a shrew
There's been quite an extensive survey taken
and the unanimous results should jolt and awaken
you to see that on you this request they bestow...
The message: "Open your big mouth and eat crow
Oh, but that is something you would never do
so there'll be no lamenting nor feelings of blue
No tears of sorrow on the smiing cheeks of many
of those you've insulted, and there's been plenty
Categories:
dander, dedication,
Form:
Rhyme
If I do this then this will happen.
That's the way it goes.
Though why some fail to learn this,
The Good Lord only knows.
Some people fail to understand,
There's right and then there's wrong.
When you go against the rules,
You sing a woeful song.
Certain rules cannot be bent.
Some things are just not done.
While you may think it's no big deal,
It can be a loaded gun.
It could be something that you said,
Or something you have done.
Perhaps a little bit of both,
That made things come undone.
Sometimes when we say things in jest,
Folks don't understand.
They think you mean the things you say,
And think you're less than grand.
We should learn to mind our manners,
And learn to curb our candor.
Don't be a fool, learn basic rules,
And we'll raise much less dander.
Err on the side of caution .
Don't let your manners go south.
Make sure you say just what you mean.
Keep your foot out of your mouth.
Categories:
dander, culture, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Winter sheds Her dander
upon a frigid breeze,
releasing flakes of white.
Like soft, feathery down,
they silently settle
on everything in sight.
Ice crystals glittering
in their dazzling splendor,
set the landscape aglow.
And Fall's fiery flames are
extinguished overnight,
by a blanket of snow.
Winter's white whitewashes
Autumn's leaf mosaics,
expunging everything.
And Her spic-and-span breath
exhales a sterile clean;
preparing all for Spring.
Categories:
dander, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Form:
Verse
Nature's, anesthetizing beauty held
tightly in escrow
'Til on tendered form its heavenly
charm can bestow
Fair maiden strides through
manicured meadow
In her lovely essence, the enchanted
flora doth wallow
Overhead, azure canvas paints a
regal halo
Her satin cheeks radiant in Helios's
afterglow
Beneath, green clover spreads its
downy pillow
Her dainty feet tenderly the svelte
blades furrow
Lilac strands their fragrant
essence strew
As her ebony locks in soothing
breeze flow
White, silken lillies fringe the
bristling undertow
Roon paps gild voluptuous, damsel's,
milky tallow
Twirling dandelions their feathery
dander billow
Maiden's silted bosom takes a
respite under fawning willow
Creamy buttercups in the noonday
heat their hearth's mellow
In their steamy shadow, frothy
maiden spreads her umbrella
Categories:
dander, beauty,
Form:
Couplet
To be on a positive note about VMI here is my VMI Poem.
Pat Boone was in the VMI movie. Sometimes when you
criticize something it may raise up your dander but
make you start educating yourself at the same time.
In uniform can always see
What always did satisfy me;
Keydets march with much pride
With a feeling of warmth inside.
We were all present in a parade;
Glad we received a passing grade
And another thing we must reveal;
VMI seems to have so much appeal.
In our dorm room we had to wait
Until we finally would graduate;
Friends and family had been there;
Saw VMI that is beyond compare
Categories:
dander, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Dust floats in the air like it belongs there,
and then accumulates on everything.
Dead skin and mites suspended in mid-air
adhere to practically anything;
sullying surfaces to which they cling.
Dust bunnies gather, morphing into balls;
that hide under beds and roll down the halls.
Dust spreads allergens, dander, and pet hair
that collects in corners and sticks to walls:
it's everywhere, yet no one seems to care.
Categories:
dander, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dizain
Dedicated to Robert Lindley. Warning this tale is dark.
THE DOVE
A bloody stain upon the sheets, how cruel!
Soulless weight of the wretched beast who’d rule.
With his bare paws and downward thrust he’d crush,
Rake over the virgin, ignore her blush.
Her pasty-skin, red eyes that swim, unloved.
With his scepter and crown he’d beat the dove.
Dainty wings he pinned, imprisoned her light.
Tall shadowed tower, the terror of night.
The wraithlike scream of his anger he’d wage,
She cringes and clings to the walls, her cage.
His mother the evil queen nods, approves.
Wears silken-black, her shoes - cloved hooves.
In the distance a kinder soul, he sees
Her vomitus-plight - sallow of her pleas.
Not to be tangled with when purpose hails,
He prepares the strongest steed, onward sails.
The King he mocks, “You jest! Stay out of it!”
The hero’s strength in eyes, in frock and grit
Unnerve his goliathlike flesh, it crawls.
He shakes off the warning, his voice it squalls
With a torrential force, thunder, lightning
plenipotentiary frightening
And this illuminated stranger dusts
Off his shoulder the dope’s dander, thrusts
A chivalrous blade, toys with this mouse-king.
Meanwhile the slice of a whip, witch sings
As she tears up the back of the princess.
The sadistic royal duo ceaseless.
The two-edged sword, the strike faithful and true,
Butchery of the cattle and his crew
Done with precision, with no time to waste.
In his vision, beheld the “beauty” chaste.
With his steed, he races upstairs, hooks whip,
Drags the witch to window, releases grip,
Throws his white robe over dove’s trodden flesh.
She forgets - her dwelling brand new and fresh.
Awakened to peaceful serenity.
Wears royal white, dove of infinity.
1/24/2020
Categories:
dander, abuse, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
The cows is lowin' in the old corral and all the evenin' chores is done.
Hank scraped the manure off'n his boots 'cause he's a fastidious son-of-a-gun.
He drew his pay, jumped in his pickup and headed fer Clyde's Saloon,
To quaff some brew, grab a gal er two and dance to the fiddler's tune!
There was a hoedown at Clyde's where cowpokes met ever' Saturday night.
There they danced, boozed and let off steam that usually ended in a fight!
There was a band with drums, banjo, fiddle, bass and a steel git-tar,
And the pianer player Mike McGurk (when they could pry him from the bar!)
A gal named Mousy Bush sang with a voice that quivered like Robin Hood's bow.
That's where Hank hung out Saturday nights to blow his hard-earned dough!
Hank was dancin' the Texas Two Step and havin' the time of his life,
When an incident occurred that occasioned another night of strife.
Some dude splattered a Coors on Hank's new Calvin Klein shirt and jeans.
Now, stuff happens and normally this wouldn't amount to a hill of beans,
But this got Hank's dander up and since he never held his hootch all that well,
He punched the guy, bloodied his schnoz and began a-raisin' hell.
A grand brawl ensued with ever'one tossin' punches, chairs and tables.
There was a heap of cussin' with patrons lablin' others with tawdry lables!
Hank arose Sunday mornin' with a poundin' headache and two black eyes,
But he'll be back at Clyde's Saturday next to enjoy a hoedown with the guys!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
(Not for the contest)
Categories:
dander, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
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I stand beside these tangled roots
of this ever changing clock-wood tree.
Where streams of ink, like dander fluff,
cling to my pen in congealed thought.
I will tread cautiously 'cross this matted sheath,
with the unsure step of weary feet.
Confusion, an utterance of un-trained words,
delivered from the beaks of travelled birds.
‘We strive to live, though live to die!’,
the loud and boisterous blue jay's cry.
Kind hearted sparrow, bright chickadee,
Their soulful song, of clemency.
Categories:
dander, confusion, death, depression, family,
Form:
Free verse
Old Mother Goose
Frankly speaking was rather loose
The neighborhood was shocked and all in a dander
When she had a brief affair with a well-feathered Gander
When the news reached Jack and Jill
They took that tumble down the hill
Poor Jill lost her drawers and good gracious alive!
Little Jack got a rise in his tattered Levis...
Categories:
dander, funny,
Form:
Clerihew
Rusted golden knob,on the left of a parched
and partially painted door.
Turn clockwise,close my eyes and push
Screeching,squeaking keeping eyes closed no peeking
Dust,musk and dander fill my nasal passages.(sneeze)
Open my eyes low and behold images flash through my mind.
Hastily and apace my recollections reappear,
While witnessing a single spider falling slowly to the floor.
As I step into this great empty space-just past way of the door.
Looking,seeing a gander rising my eyes to head level,
Piercing airborne gilings and dancing soot,
Flickering rays from the sun infuriate my sight like I am a midnight devil.
Light roaming in and around from a dingy sliding glass window,
A vignette emerges of the old wooden fence in the backyard.
This is where we lived-And that's where we played hard.
Categories:
dander, emotions, feelings, kids, home,
Form:
Free verse
Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day
Where she always loved to be at Una walked along the steady stream
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)
And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy
With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words
I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-
She became very happy and intrigued
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words
-I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith
There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion
So small and graceful like a gift from god above
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith
www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html
Categories:
dander, age, art, beauty, bird,
Form:
ABC
Amaryllis is called naked lady
Bloodroots’ leaves bright not shady
Calla Lilly shows face as a bowl
Dog's mercury sounds no howl
Eastern red bud grows in valley
Freesia's known for fragrance rally
Ghost flower belongs to figwort group
Heathers hang on stem bodily makes loop
Impatiens sway with beaming eye
Jasmine's color captivates no one can deny
Kangaroo paw dances with smile
Lily of the Nile poses with style
Marigold is unmarried has no groom
Narcissus has Greek mythology abloom
Orchids' in high Valley charmingly bloom
Protea's cures diarrhea health does resume
Queen of the night vanilla cactus's dander but beauty
Ranunculus's with multi layered petals not fruity
Spiraea meadow sweet's a shrub smells
Tiger Lilly wears nice tiger's dress like bells
Umbrella's top shed has of Cosmos yellow
Viburnums are together clustered fellow
White Rock Rose's soft no rocky sight
Xanthorrhoea is of Australia's bright
Yellow Anemona's beauty butter cup size
Zinnia means offers of goodness prizes
Written on: 20th April 2016
Spring Abecadarian Contest Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
dander, flower, spring,
Form:
Abecedarian
I found myself peeling back the yellow wallpaper
that once covered my bedroom walls in search of not
only a solid foundation but something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I lay awake tonight, my back vulnerable to the vacancy of my bedroom, and I pick;
scratching away the faded yellow paper that I was
ever so familiar with. I guess you can say I am
molting like a reptile, shedding my old "skin" to grow
further. I was ridding myself of who I once was to
make room for who I am yet to be. I continue to strip
away the pale yellow memory which begins to pile on
the ancient carpet that has collected not only dander
but beads from broken friendship bracelets as well
as fairy dust. As each piece effortlessly floats down from between my tobacco stained fingers, I remember the moments that led up to my exuviation and I knew that yellow wallpaper just wouldn't do any longer. The strips are coming off in larger quantities now and I'm beginning to see the original wall.The wall seems to be revealing itself as if it's shouting to me that if only I keep ripping and peeling off the skins of my bedroom, I'll find what I've been reaching for. I'm pulling off the pale yellow paper more rapidly now, begging to be told the secrets within the walls. Not much can be heard now, only my tears beginning to fall and create a small pool at my feet. Suddenly, I can't help but notice that it's no longer yellow that I see but white. White walls. And in this very moment, I knew why I stood at the base of my bed soaked in sweat and tears. I saw the white walls brighter and whiter than fallen snow. For in this moment of time I knew that I had shed the old me and gave myself permission to embrace the pure, rejuvenated, white walls before me. In this moment, like a new born child, I took a breath of fresh air and began the journey of self love.
Categories:
dander, birth, color, deep, feelings,
Form:
Haibun
i'd loved you before
between karma and mirth
i'd weathered the wrath
of your untimely compassion
rationed out over time
crumbling through my frail fingers
as dried daisies perrished
among torn twigs
tampered with under
rough gravel concrete slabs
and rows of moss
saturated in coarse dander
i'd loved you before
while tainted bliss cried
as swollen eyelids opened
over crawling lashes
folded under soft tissue's
and pastel print linen
i'd loved you before
through a selfless lens
looking over calming
whelms bestowed silently
surrounding broad weeping
willows sparingly displaying
fields of dandelions
gesturing hush now
why had i ever loved you
Categories:
dander, passion,
Form:
Ballad