Best Dash Poems
love doesn’t dash, it loiters
with repeated movements like music
and beautifully crude endearments
love doesn’t dash, it lingers
with rhythms like dance?
and boastfully rude aphorisms
So dally with me my love
lollygag, lounge and in a while
we'll share breaths and mess about
Run turkey, run!
The farmer's on his way;
He's got a big ol' axe in hand,
No time to weep or pray!
You can hide behind the barn,
Or crouch beneath the shed;
The oven's nice and toasty,
He's comin' for your head!
Don't go near the outhouse,
You won't like the air;
The stench is never friendly,
I'd stay away from there!
That bale of hay is useless,
It's weak as moldy cheese;
You'll surely blow your cover,
With just one mighty sneeze!
Forget about the silo,
It's packin' tons of grain;
If you can drive a tractor,
Freedom's yours to gain!
Keep on runnin', turkey!
Straight to the horses' stable;
The farmer hopes to see you,
Basted on his table!
Just when all seems hopeless,
Don't surrender like a punk;
Run out to the forest,
And cuddle with a skunk!
Go back to the farmer,
Surrender with a sneer;
One good whiff and it's over,
No turkey for this year!
Survival of the smartest,
Mere wisdom's proudly bred;
The farmer wanted turkey,
It's chicken wings instead!
Sports Day at the primary school
The kids were 7 and 9
They’d been at the school for 4 or 5 years
It seemed such a very short time.
For dads there was the Blue Ribbon event
I always gave it a bash;
The ritual humiliation of
The 70m Dash.
Now bear in mind that some of these dads
Were barely in their 20s
While Muggins here had carried his bat
And made my first half century.
I’d first run this sprint 5 years before-
I thought I’d give it a blast;
I ran like the wind from gun to tape
And made a respectable last.
Similar results in subsequent years
Elicited standing ovations
The crowd recognised that despite getting old
There’d been no deterioration.
Year 3 I ran like a galloping mare
The fruits of my training I reckon
And earned for my efforts a personal best
With a time of 31 seconds.
(For training I ran a marathon
I didn’t finish last in it, neither!
I nearly caught that pantomime horse
But outclassed the deep sea diver).
But then I devised a masterplan
To help me succeed in the task
And at 50m I stopped for a tea
Out of my vacuum flask.
I’ve got you puzzled by this strategy
How can I be so content?
Of course I came last in the Dad’s Open Dash
But first in the next event.
springtime cardinal
red against still bare branches
scarlet serenade
A Poets Dozen Fried stirred put in the Oven
Breakfast Lunch Dinner Dessert they Love it
Your own private Diner a blended Fatata
Served with coffee chocolate makes it hotter
Its your cup of Tea brewing the pot screams
With a bit of Raw Honey melted a throat eased
Butter Bread A Puerto Rican Dream
Melts in your mouth the simple things please
Now if you would like eggs over easy
The yolk in the center would run dreaming
With a side of bacon maybe a piece of ham
To dip in the center would be a grand slam
How about some scrabbled eggs with Cheese
Or a lovely danish hard boiled preferably
Have you ever had punch made with grape juice
Eggs whipped with sugar enhancing a favorite fruit
Maybe a poached egg perhaps an omelette instead
Stuffed with a filling ingredients run to your head
French Toast pancakes hashbrowns at last
This Diner is cooking take a plate don't pass
To swallow it down orange juice take a glass
Your ready to pump iron enough protein you've had
See you next time it was a pleasure to entertain
This diner now closed hope you enjoyed your unconventional first date
12/28/2015
Sean Green - a Met who wrote a book on Zen
Ike Davis - traded (damn it) to Pittsburgh
As an aging Met fan and a somewhat observant Jew
I take pride in
their accomplishments
Played a little while in the LL
A catcher!
I have also attended Mets games
at the old Shea Stadium
Where we held up signs saying
"Joan Payson is a prostitute"
I now see how the troubled days of my youth started
But even on the worst days I still had my copy of
Frank Waldman's "Bonus Pitcher"
and was able to hear the announcer say
"Put it in the books"!
Anxious looks and sweaty palms
I am sure there is no need for qualms
This man might be a mystery
Surely there is no need to feel so jittery
Eventually he showed up
I was staring at him over my coffee cup
Nowhere near to what I imagined
My mom always said it’s wrong to sit and examine
So tell me Chris, should I remove those dashes?
Or will my poem end up in ashes?
By: Wilma N. Neels
Contest: First Words over Coffee - 5 Couplets Only
7th Place
A view from a teaspoon selection is very spellbinding indeed. Half a cup of multicolumns and a pint of milk singing and swaying together. It takes much effort to pick up a seed. Much kilograms queuing for weight is to wait and to wait is to wave five hundred times at a doorway. Putting pet fish in a cistern whilst flushing is stupid, and cruel, and rather unnecessary for cleaning the tank. But bringing a bull into the house will promote heating. Specialized agencies of horn fur and raged eyeball in a coat. OBE in a tree. Sittingbourne sitting down. A pile of curtain cloth should be ample material to wipe away smears and residue of acidic peelings, nine metre forts of brain, televised episodes of epics, and balls of glowing colourful spinning radishes. Enter then leave. Mesmerizing merrymaking men make monsters. Mainly in a red reflection. Hum the twenty song loudly. All together. Detract no horror but horror is often hidden in even the most sparkling paper tissue. But the calling from the bead of time, that bell in the breeze. Will ensure a cake gives news that is sufficiently correct. Justification then. Good. At last the commas play with the full stops peacefully. Fantastic isn't it? Ha ha ha ho ho ho and a flow from a cactus in a nice crown. Ha ha ha but no ho ho whistling waters with wanton soup. Xxxxx anthropologist z z z z z z z z z Z!.¥~¥~¥~_^>
Dine and dash we are on the go
look at all the food below
warm soup is for me
with crackers and brie
are we eating real fast or slow
dash to ashes
crash my vashes
began my clashes
done by kashes
Charlie and Marley maculate giraffe
Looking immaculate with a soft laugh
Dinner at Bread and Butter
Had their stomach a flutter
Through the window they ate shocking the staff
4/6/2024
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Dash of fall color
Bright sunny yellow flower..
Weedy nuisance waves
Of course, Dine and Dash don't say no
Takeaway meals too good to go
A perfect restaurant
even to an aged aunt
Not a profitable portfolio
Point To Be Noted
Q.If some women say we want to go to Mosque or Golden temple in bikini would that be OK?
Ans.No,because that place is not their property.Sure women can wear anything in public place but not those places which requires dress code.
I ordered my whole gourmet restaurant staff
to serve my pals Molly and Max Giraffe
I humbly have to admit
the vegan meal was a hit
The tall order sparked a jaffy good laugh