Best Decently Poems
Please read the rules above. Obey,
Lest you receive a quick “NA.”
So many fail to read my rules,
So many fail to heed them. Fools!
There’s quite a few, yes, I agree,
Take note of number fifty-three,
Which warns you must use perfect rhymes,
Imperfect ones are common crimes.
Instances of this are ample,
Let me give you an example,
By some guy, let’s call him “Blake,”
Two violations for heavens sake!:
“Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?"
Perhaps ‘twas written by a child,
Whose scribbles with a pen were wild.
Who dares rhyme “eye” with “symmetry?”
This poet barks up a wrong tree.
And also violates Rule Eight,
Good spelling is my main mandate.
“Tyger?” Really!? Sounds precocious,
But the spelling is atrocious!
I found another case just recently,
A poem that starts out quite decently,
Then ignores my main decrees,
The errors seem to come in threes:
“…Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
‘Surely,’ said I, ‘surely that is something at my window lattice,
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore …”
That’s three bad rhymes, all in a row,
Although it seems to have good flow,
(Suggest you study E. A. Poe),
And syllable counts? Inconsistent!
See Rule Ten, I am insistent.
Imagery superb? Yes, granted,
But who rhymes “haunted” with “enchanted?”
Such rhyming crimes are then repeated,
If only they could be deleted:
“...Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore ..."
Could these mistakes I just ignore?
“NA,” I say. Quoth: Nevermore!
Submitted February 29, 2024
Overly Particular Judges Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Judged: "NA"
DAMSEL CAUSING DISTRESS
The knight errant sent for me, but I’ve gone missing
For three days now, while he’s composed a ditty:
In the tide of feminism I still haven’t given up kissing
Being what is termed fatalistically pretty -
But I can be the ‘no’ that makes for nice
When his flame burns under his boiler suit,
Then I’m decently torpid like a fish on ice
Where the guts need to go when the runts root -
A pillowing breast, my nightcap a soliloquy
To hell with his billowing sails and pregnant ships
Let him go, this guy who’s got everything but me
With his big thighs, big legs, big hips -
All the things we women should shun
Save satin, silk, squirm, sperm, and …sun.
(c) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)
****, Vaginal or Rectal or Pterodactyl
Thee ae many things that may become fragile;
Either ****, Vaginal or Rectal or else Pterodactyl
So why to the poor only give them a passel?
While rich enjoy living in their ivory castle.
Are always some plays known as razzle dazzle
Over which I presume people get in a hassle
When performance should be on schedule
Or end up in a danger that is perpetual.
At first was abysmal as well as abominable
Became perfect play such a phenomenal
And then later we decently did admire
His igniting team setting them on fire.
Done gingerly lacked hindsight and grotesque
That put the whole team to a turbulent task
Really being rascals like caddy coaches are
Turned each team member into a rising star.
Jim Horn
Well thank God they left. Nice local sports bar; I sat close to an elderly man, probably 80 years old, and a younger guy that was his son, as I gathered from their conversation. The old boy kept an even keel and decently good humor throughout; he was used to it; the allowances we make for close family; or no use to fight a battle now. Much of what the son said bounced off and ended up on the floor, like water off a duck's back, and thank God for that too. I was instantly irritated - the constant patter of vacuous suggestions from the son as to what the father should be doing in his life, what he should do differently.
Just look at him: the old guy is fine, you can tell just by seeing him. But the son, ah now this was worthy of a stage character, the slight build, the receding hairline, the pencil-thin mustache, a mousey look overall, even rat-like, with furtive eye movements and almost constant physical twitches, he must fear silence indeed to have the need to fill it with such drivel, if not telling his father how to improve his life, he was proclaiming his own shrewdness and ambition, such prowess we rarely see, to joke about it - ah, when the truth is that he's a 35 year old in a job that would be barely good enough for a 20 or 25 year old. When you have to go on about it so, we all know it's not the truth. I never once snorted, or caught the old guy's gaze and rolled my eyes; I stayed within myself.
Maybe it's just me. Really, how bad could it be? Well no, it's not just me - any sane person would be inwardly cringing, massively, fighting the urge to run screaming into the night before the younger man's words induced brain cancer in them. What a world....
But I suppose that at least a little bit it is just me.
A HYMN TO THE SPLENDOR OF THIS WORLD(Satis Shroff)
The sea is calm and a fair moon
Stealthily appears in the sky,
Behind the northern clouds.
The red cliff of Kampen glimmers
Under the light of the dying sun.
And the waves take on yellow, orange, scarlet hues.
The tides still roar decently,
Cease, recede, only to come again.
A sweet Frisian nocturnal air,
Mingles with the smell of salt and fish,
Gets whipped up by the wind.
The golden light hangs,
Like a hymn to the splendor
Of this world.
* * *
© Satis Shroff. All rights reserved
My wonderful wife...
Since we married, our life journey sails smoothly
step by step with out any barrier or trouble
We walk side by side as a husband and wife
We know the day when we started our life
Those roads were hard and mountain to walk and climb
The sun and rain showered its strength on us while walking on the road
The nights were thoughtful of our future instead of honeymoon
But your strength and faith made me to over come all those obstacles
Your love and courage energized me to build up from the scrape
Your kindness and patient kept me away from sadness and frustrations
You are always remains as my wonderful and loving wife
Now we have lovely family and blessed with two wonderful sons
We can be proud what we have done for us and for our children
Our love and guidance could help our children to live decently
Not only they will learn to care of their children but also us
It has been thirty years since we told ' I Do' front of God
But my love still grows for you strong and everlasting trust
I could not imagine how my life would have been without you
I have to thank God for giving me a wonderful and understanding wife
and making us a great family as husband, wife and children
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
All rights are reserved
Abiding by the rules I comply
Believing they help every gal and guy…
Consider my excuse not a foolish alibi
Duty-bound, to policies I rely...
Efficient and effective driver can’t deny
Following orders does intensify
Great orderliness upon avenues long and high
Hoisting peacefulness midst traffic-caused sigh…
I am so sorry; please forgive my attempt to fly
Just to beat the deadline, verily nigh…
Kindness I ask; “You’re pardoned!” may you reply
Laws to observe and fulfill; never to defy…
My heart seeks conflict-resolution; yes I try
Now, thanking God’s intervention of prayer* ally...
Optimistically learning lesson on obedience, thereby
Paying fines by the Lord's supply.
ABC and Monorhyme
*1Corinthians 14:40 Let all things be done decently and in order.
February 12, 2022
4th place, "DMV Poetry" Writing Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri; judged on 2/14/2022.
the wedding cake: $16,000-$80,000
cleaning of the streets after the wedding in london: $64,000
the flowers: $320,000-$800,000
pre-wedding hideaway (the goring hotel hosting middleton’s family & friends): $552 a night
for double rooms
middleton’s wedding dress: $64,000-$434,000
the engagement ring: valued at $136,000, given to w. by c.
security: $8-$32 million
$32,000,000
$800,000
$434,000
$136,000
$80,000
+ $64,000___
$33,514,000
*this estimated cost does not factor in the unspecified amount of time that middleton’s
family & friends will be staying for $552 a night, or how many of them, etc.
although i’m sure that
anyone
with a pulse, a half-way decently functioning brain,
and a
heartbeat
could look at the figure posited above
and find thousands of ways to invest in any number of
much
much
much
more worthy causes
than that of perpetuating an incestuous line of
figureheads
that holds absolutely
no
relevance
whatsoever
in the 21st century
but in the united states
the home of the world’s policeman
10 days ago
our blessed democratic congress
“the voice of the people”
cut
$26.6 million dollars from TRIO:
LINK:
http://www.coenet.us/ecm/AM/Template.cfm?Section=GRA_March_April_2011
for those that aren’t aware what TRIO is:
“TRIO is a set of federally-funded college opportunity programs that motivate and support
students from disadvantaged backgrounds in their pursuit of a college degree. Over 850,000
low-income, first-generation students and students with disabilities — from sixth grade
through college graduation — are served by more than 2,800 programs nationally. TRIO
programs provide academic tutoring, personal counseling, mentoring, financial guidance,
and other supports necessary for educational access and retention. TRIO programs provide
direct support services for students, and relevant training for directors and staff.”
LINK: http://www.coenet.us/ecm/AM/Template.cfm?Section=What_is_TRIO&Template=/...
happy are those that are not english citizens
as the taxpayers are said to be footing the bill of
$8-$32 million
for
security, and
$64,000 for
street cleaning after said extravaganza
one has to do their best
to keep from running amok
the day this thing happens
because of what we could really be doing with the wealth in this world
The psychiatrist meddles with the head.
Nutritionists keep us decently fed.
Nurses are very clever,
As are surgeons, however,
The proctologist's probe is met with dread!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 5 in Carolyn Devonshire's "Doctor Phobia!" Contest - August 2010
(Dedicated to Oluyemisi Janet Akinwande)
God empowered you mother to be a channel
Through which I found my way from heaven to earth
What a great privilege to come to the world through you
What a great privilege to come through your world oh mother,
I’m most grateful
You passionately took care of me from cradle unto maturity
Your love for me as an adult gave me
Hindsight to your immeasurable
And unconditional care for me as a child
I’m most grateful
Even after the call of father to the place of rest
You did everything decently possible,
leaving the state of convenience for the city of hardship for me to have a paradise of life
Many sleepless nights, laboring to make me a responsible figure in the society
I’m highly grateful
Hmmm!
I declare with a loud voice and humble heart, by the anointing upon my life
Your world shall be established as long as Christ tarries
You shall be a great example of honor of motherhood
You will live to see the fruitfulness of your fruits in wealth and good health
Your heart shall be made glad and joyous
Women shall call you blessed and young ladies shall come to learn from you
Foreigners shall say of you, what a blessed mother
Dear Mother
© 2007
Royal Trevino
Contest Name
Birds and the bees
Good ole Clive he said to me,
Bee’s aint buzzing decently,
Mobile phones got their number,
Buzz like a bent cucumber,
broody bird said recently.
Don Johnson
Take the time to set back and travel the minds turntable--
Set the stage of your spirit of your soul ever so simply--
Each ember of life that earns you strength is everything--
Seal the seats of friendship with stars from heavens sky--
Relief will be your reliance; reliance can be your role--
To live life loving with much laughter and spiritual light--
I sound like a pound of purity, with prosperous preparations--
Though that is hardly the fact, the terror of life totally thrives--
Drives me to dare divide my dreams and sacrifices decently--
No, I do not know the key to never failing, or sainthood--
My mystery is mesmerizing mere meter or rhyme or prose--
Writing written words to warm or calm mere mortals like me--
Stomp Stomp
Why are stomping?
You don't even live here!
Mutter Mutter
Would you stop muttering?
It's not making yourself look too sane
Stomp Stomp Skip
Watch out for that boot toe
We wouldn't want you falling on your crazy face
Mutter Mutter Curse Word
Hey Hey now! Don't make me kick you
Do you think I like your butt being here? There are things to do
Stomp Stomp
Oh, now you want to talk decently?
"This should fix everything - You're getting an amplifier"
Mutter Mutter
Now it's I who is muttering
Disagreement This will work for a couple of days
Stomp Mutter
We're both unhappy
This relationship can't continue much longer
Mutter Stomp
Yes I guess I'll call you
See you next week. Buh Bye now
Stomp Stomp
Oh well hello! You're back
I was worried about you
Mutter Mutter
Hey Hey now! It's not my fault!
you work for them.
I was paving towards the old banyan tree
Where the moonlight was cursed
To these solitary paths my heart was unversed
Fear embraced and didn`t let me go free.
The hanging roots were a witch`s hair
The mournful leaves tickled my hands
And my legs ran errands
The scene created looked rare
Then when I touched the expressive stem
I was pushed to a brightly lit place
Where every creature dazzled with grace
And worn a crown of an innocent gem.
Still a found a love in their heart
No stains of selfishness I found
With joy and glee I was bound
An unearthly place I found just few metres apart.
I murmured," Where the hell I am, in dark beams?"
A voice replied,"Its a place where you stepped at your will recently
And you will leave soon and with a smile,decently
Its a world you weave, its your creativity, its a world of dreams".
Life is spiral of smoke flying to nowhere
What lives after a man is dead is emptiness
The latency of life flies away as the spirit
Back to where it came from
The worldly world remain behind with a casket
And a few tales and stories
To be retold exaggerated or down played
There is no more glory, valor or beauty
What counts is the total deeds one performed
To fellow humans and the world in totally
Possessions and titles are but nothing
Footprints will be erased by the blowing wind
Or even washed by the torrents of rain
Man live to love others
Live decently and meaningfully human
For you live only once
There is no repeat nor trial