Best Denser Poems
An old gal applied to join Mensa
Gee she couldn’t be any denser
She went in the wrong door
On the thirty third floor
And there she enrolled as a fencer
When attending her first fencing class
A man scored a hit on her huge ass
She screamed out so loud
It drew quite a crowd
She cannot abide failure – its crass!
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
She hollered and screamed for a medic
I swear it was worse than a dead duck
one without any wings
oh the horror she sings
she's much more than dense she's pathetic
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
She swore that she really could spell
And in math she did surely excel
But once she felt pain
All she did was complain
And whined as her sore butt did swell.
WRITTEN BY CHRIS GREEN
That old gal then became a method actor
but one thing soon became a huge factor
she forgot all her lines
her mentality declines
now she sputters like a John Deere tractor
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
Her butt was so sore she bought leeches
Gently placing them in her breeches
To suck out the bruise
We could hear her oooh's
I felt sorry for the poor creatures
Her butt was so big like a whale
all that was missing was it's tail
so they stuck a flag up her ****
called it the new Khyber pass
she went a whiter shade of pale.
WRITTEN BY SEREN ROBERTS
"Am I smart?" is what she kept asking
In glory she hoped to be basking.
Suddenly she farted.
The whole room departed.
Now finding fresh air is their tasking.
WRITTEN BY DALE GREGORY COZART
She sat for the test with all smiles
Filled out the forms and the files
But she spelled her name wrong
Became twisted of tongue
And was thrown to the crocodiles.
WRITTEN BY RICHARD D SEAL
07-17-17
Seems the old gal was a talented tart
Clearing the room with but one single fart
Wiping their eyes
All those wise guys
Soundly applauded her flatulent art
WRITTEN BY LIM'RIK FLATS
07-18-17
Categories:
denser, humorous, irony,
Form:
Limerick
My name is Spenser
No dog is denser
I'm not well smarted
But I'm big hearted
If you was hurted
I'd be alerted
And I'll come racing
To lick your facing.
Categories:
denser, animal, dog, happy, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
You never know what's going on
Within somebody's head.
We follow clues but often
So much more is left unsaid.
Though body language gives off hints
We never can be certain
That what's presented matches with
The truth behind the curtain.
What's on display for folks to see
Has passed an inner censor
So often we are left with fluff;
Reality is denser.
And sometimes when facades are cracked
The view might make us queasy.
We therefore rarely dig too deep;
The effort's never easy.
Categories:
denser, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Retrocognating
Devastating typhoon came
Sturdy than ever
Foretold its mighty
Long before hit the downhills
Flooding all over
Wandering chelas
Discerning how it may create
Learning to alter
Uniting mass wind
Resonates with person's mind
Consciousness battle
Denser form of thoughts
Validates its energy
Chosen experience.
Categories:
denser, environment, future, holocaust, nature,
Form:
Haiku
(Walking Seven Steps)
Catching the last shot of the sunset sky
Even more rustier than before
Delayed my departure.
I asked my friends to go ahead
And I would catch up with them, but
The perfect shot took longer than I thought.
Packing my bags I hurried downhill knowing
I was lagging far behind the others.
The thickness of the night engulfed me
And I knew I had lost my trail.
Stumbling over a stone I had also
Lost my torch, and started walking blindly
In the darkness of the woods.
The pitch black trees seemed statued
To the ones that breathed life
When I had often trampled
Through the varied wooded parks.
The autumn leaves were crackling
Under my light footsteps as
The tiniest crescent moon smiled
Through the bare leaved branches
Welcoming my partnership on our lone journey.
How long I walked, my feet knew not
How long I would walk, my heart knew not
My map was dark and my eyes could read it not.
But my ears were sharp to hear another crackling
Under footsteps many times heavier than mine.
From the dark slope above I saw a shadow enlarged
Hurrying down to my path as if to lead me out.
My breath was calm, my eyes happy, and quietly
My adventurous spirit followed him wherever he lead.
The woods became denser and our pace quicker
With a click of his finger the air became fresher.
So intoxicated was I with the heavenly air that
It perfumed my soul, my very breath and
Every transient thought that fleeted in,
Till I stood before a very flowery welcoming cottage.
I extended my hand to my shrouded partner and said:
'It takes seven steps together to make a friend.
We have walked more than seven steps together to......'.
My hooded companion most divinely intervened:
'It takes seven steps together to make a friend
It takes seven hours together
To make any journey most heavenly'.
Without raising his chin,without accepting my extended hand
He turned his back to retreat into the woods
As mysteriously as he had entered it.
Categories:
denser, autumn, dark, friendship, moon,
Form:
Narrative
My doctors, by omission, lied to me.
They had me take a drug I didn’t need.
It does no good; that drug’s a travesty.
Injections twice a year I’d get for free,
so to their “sage” advice I then agreed.
My doctors, by omission, lied to me.
Rare side effects I never could foresee,
but they’re online for anyone to read.
It does no good; that drug’s a travesty.
I trusted men because of their degree.
They’re full of crap. How could I ever heed
those men who by omission lied to me?
Their drug is used in chemotherapy!
That fact withheld from me was their dark deed.
It does no good and is a travesty!
To make bones strong?? I rant like a banshee
from Prolia’s effects – that demon seed!
My doctors, by omission, lied to me.
It does no good and is a travesty.
Dec. 23, 2018 for the Let 'Er Rip #2 Poetry Contest of John Lawless
If you or any woman you know is considering this drug for her bones, please read the parody of the Prolia commercial I put a link to above my poem. If only I had seen that parody before two years ago!! The greedy company Amgen is doing much more harm than good and the FDA just lets this "wonder drug" on through the gate. Denser bones, yes, but stronger no. A class action law suit has been won by people getting fractures months after going off Prolia because it makes holes in your bones and once you go off, you could get this horrible "rebound effect"!
Categories:
denser, drug,
Form:
Villanelle
We have hurled to heaven
a polished golden disk
inscribed with symbols of our race.
And night and day we beam
a stream of radio waves to space.
We broadcast diffuse and scattered signals
from here to where(?).
We also listen long and hard
for whatever we may hear.
In our attempts to span the void
what should we say to humanoid
or other minds that we might find?
Should we speak of rock; of crow of cock?
Of the once-fiery cores of stars -- collapsed
and denser now than densest stone?
Of light that's darker far than any
depth of night; of pulse; of tone?
Shall we speak of lairs, and air? Of hints?
Of lava, seeped or spewed from vents?
Of sea-borne or of plains-born zephyrs?
Of hanging plant or swaying palm?
Shall we touch upon the calm
of thin free ions strewn
through much of soupy space?
Shall we chat of heat and ice;
of energy unleashed? Of spark and flash;
of mean and nice -- of atoms, or of Eve?
Shall we speak of cosmos and of bowers?
Of farm? Of flowers? Of yours and ours?
Of nothing? Of zero or of hero?
Of evil and of good?
Shall we talk of hate and haste;
of love; of taste -- below; above;
around? Of iron and of wood?
Or should we stick to lectures on
celestial navigation and our tools?
Can we talk? May we sing?
Will our phones ever ring
providing good connections,
bringing news that pretensions
all aside we're not the universe's
only singular and lonely fools.
Categories:
denser, angst, hope, introspection, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The duck-billed platypus is odd and, if the product of a god,
it's difficult to understand, why such an animal was planned,
but maybe when the rest was done, there was stuff left and so begun
one animal made from the dregs, made wearing fur and laying eggs,
enough left for a creature that, was smaller than a household cat,
with waterproof thick body hairs, packed denser than a polar bear's.
Its hearing's good, its eyesight keen, but colour vision doesn't mean
much to it; strangely still we find, when hunting, it hunts deaf and blind
for underwater, its prey yields, its presence in electric fields
which guide the platy to its kill, through sensors in its duck-like bill.
The mating season brings new quirks, two ovaries, but just one works,
the left one has to do for her, while he sports a strange poisoned spur;
for this creature is, not least, the only furry venomed beast. *
*All the facts above were checked, but one turned out not quite correct
Alas, the last line is not true - there also is a venomed shrew!
Categories:
denser, animal, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
please make me more simple.
kill the most part of my life.
if arson is my destiny,
let me turn to ashes nothing but the dry leaves
on feet of the trees, so they’ll grow denser with ease.
tell sorrowful tales to the sky
about wild orchids, dead before they bloom
about fallen seedless fruits.
about birds lost in smoke, birds losing their nests.
make her cry. make the sky shed her tears.
help the forest foster more leaves and grow
a greener green.
take me to the town’s waste
to the kitchens of the famished
to the veins of those shivering with loneliness
to the couple who’ve spent too long sharing
their backs with one another
please make me more humble.
Categories:
denser, natural disasters, nature, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Tex’s shadow defines him—cut-out
from the heat haze of Karnak’s quartz,
a scintillating contrast to Egypt’s questing sun.
He slouches among the other black castings of
denser composition mottled with grays,
and Prussian blues, incongruent in a cowboy
hat. This six-gun scenario’s frame
disrupts the crafted precision of
a chiseled arch.
****-kicker, lizard-skinned, boots point
toward the desert’s dunes—death hides.
Needing no words to enjoy a taste of antiquity,
Tex shuffles sighs and takes a draw on
an American cigarette. With a flick of his fingers,
he deposits the butt alongside the others
in the white sand. His contribution
to posterity.
First Published in Spank the Carp Issue 21 2016
Categories:
denser, history,
Form:
Free verse
Up above the sky so high
Lightening with a cracker sound why
Thunder all around in all crackers factory
Colours of glory over the victory
Like the destroying evil spirit winds gone
Green purple blue orange and yellow and so on..
Like a rainbow colours in the global sphere
Fill the horizon of troposphere.
Colours in eyes view
Like a Crystal clear queue
Wanting more and amore shades of colour thrice
Like a beautifying path of rays incident to eyes.
Rays with denser to rarer air with critical angle action
Inclining with total internal reflection
And a mirage of appearance of firework
With the invention of gunpowder work.
These beautiful colours can be seen twinkling
The petal shape of rings of firework wing
Above the river, over the ocean, over every house black, blue or white
Above the religious places like a landscape light
On the other hand like a spark in vision with the opposite reaction
Over the absorption of colours of equal action
Moment’s sky with particles of fire carbon dating increases firstly
Oxygen combines with other substance vastly
Leading your glittering eyes wrinkle by depletion of ozone layer
O goddess of earth your beauty is above all
Show your beauty daily in everyone’s eyes of your art
Remove the evils from every heart.
Purifying every soul’s with overwhelming trees of love
Dawn earth’s beauty is above all sparkling dove
Environment friendly fireworks will keep healthy, wealthy and wise
O goddess earth pure the firework light in everyone sight…
Date :1/6/2016
Categories:
denser, celebration, earth, environment, firework,
Form:
Rhyme
The graying of days
Devouring of food becomes the filler !
Days healing rays, it’s light ever shorter !
Misty moments are becoming thicker !
Fog hangs heavy, becoming ever denser !
The rut I am in, becomes ever wider !
The grove I am stuck in, cuts ever deeper !
The abyss I am sinking into, ever bleaker !
The black hole I am sucked into. ever blacker !
The razor’s edge I walk upon, ever sharper !
It cuts ever deeper into the flesh, of my feet
as I walk the tight rope of life, in my sleep !
Awake, I wonder why ?. I hang onto this life,
a life that is going nowhere as I stand
upon the keen edges of it, of a knife.
A knife that seems to be in my own hand,
wanting, for all intents, to cut me in two.
During these moments, there is little I can do !
B. J. “A” 2
June 5th 2005
Categories:
denser, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Once upon a time, the Lord of spiritual consciousness
Was sitting peacefully on His blissful throne
Ceaselessly contemplating upon His equilibrium
T’ was the era of no moon, no sun, no stars, no earth,
No oceans, no rivers
Just a motionless, timeless and deathless entity it was
Happy with His existence
Suddenly the thought of sacred motion was felt
Deep down in his essence
Seeking the chaos to be stirred
From its core outwardly
Consequently separating the light from the darkness and
All the other elements that constitute the Cosmos
Thus giving birth immediately to old mighty time
When Time: This wizard of celestial art found himself alive
His expert hands stretched in advance, wanting to create
For that the plastic energy he took, that was everywhere around
And skillfully and patiently the Cosmos carved according to the Logos
Creating thus, the nebulae, the galaxies, the stars and all the other planets.
Then God looked at times creation and marveled with its beauty
But as there was no life to be seen in all of this creation
The thought of desire was born in God to inhabit every place
For that out of himself he cut myriads of blazing souls
Which like shooting stars he sent downwards to animate nature,
That was the way the souls beamed to manifestation’s cosmic sphere
Radiating their luminosity to reality’s lower planes
Bringing with them the sacred principles to denser forms of life
As they were passing from the spiritual, the mental and the astral
And finally materializing, themselves on the physical solid plane
Where life began on earth, with God’s will and grace!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
14 January 2013
Categories:
denser, god, inspirational, life, stars,
Form:
Narrative
I am reading
"Democracy in Black"
by Eddie S. Glaude, Jr.
but continue reconstructing this title
"Hypocrisy in Only White."
Because
when I let my memory
look back to my own self-interests in history
as archaeological digging and prying and discovery,
adventure and curiosity
of my internal ecological development,
I reweave back
through still on-going matriarchal lines
that include,
are shared with,
anyone capable of reading
and comprehending
these words of regenerating memory.
Back
to darker
denser
richer genes and memes
of cooperative to still thrive today,
saving competitions for survival moments.
Back to
better to prey together
side by side
as neanderthal brothers and sisters
than to grow predative
against each other.
This Golden Rule
of dark Afro-Eurasian
equatorial resonant depth
of historical origin
in normative play
at least until we substitute capitalism's
supremacist agendas
for rationalism's ego-ecocentric
reweaving memory
of this original Earth Mom
magical and mysterious
then worshiped and danced
ritualed and cooperative ownership co-governing,
then more modern radical eccentricities
forgetting our shared matriarchal
regenetic
memory of dualdark
hypocrisies of merely white inferiority
complexes
disease
dissonance
despair of remaining fully
who we together are,
where we have been
predating history
where we could return
each morning
with greatest polyphonic joy.
To paraphrase David Holmgren
(Permaculture, p. 113)
Containers were one essential organic innovation
necessary for this cooperative agrarian revolution.
Opportunities to refill organically produced bodies
are enormous
transitioning into recycling energy descent
for shared cooperative memory.
Reimaging full organic containers
is far better than sending us
away and down and out for recycling.
Most official ecopolitical waste reduction strategies
place little emphasis
on organic reuse refilling re-educating
deep ecologically learning containers,
or confuse WinWin refueling,
reweaving,
with capitalism's WinLose recycling,
switching productive containers
into merely consuming eventual empties,
bleached-out white-washed faded hypocrisies
of purest supremacy against nothing
deeply densely
richly resonantly valued.
Categories:
denser, culture, earth, health, history,
Form:
Political Verse
Sobbing , weeping he slept that night,
Heavy on his heart,
Pain inside.
Rose up from the slumber,
Heavy fog clouding his eyes,
Dense and denser it grew,
And feeble eyes lost all hope to preview.
Creeping on anxiety, agony and shame,
Society looking at them as people insane.
Understanding their pain is not what they expect,
Just a longing for acceptance , love and respect.
Paralysed they are by the society,
Crunched in the game of hierarchy.
Broad in thinking you say,
Lack the guts to discuss sex any way.
Unnatural act and thus illegal,
Do you even know the syllable of this evil !!
*********** or Dignity, what is it ?
The fickleness of your mind is still uplift.
Blacking them out,
Is this the solution ?
Or ending their bumpy journey,
Is this that will bring the evolution ??
Categories:
denser, change, discrimination, grief, longing,
Form:
Free verse