Best Deplores Poems
THE BULL
His regular emissions
Worthy of politicians
THE ANT
To the anteater
Nothing is sweeter
THE SLOTH
Feel his chagrin
Labelled deadly sin
THE TURKEY
With justified reason
Deplores festive season
THE EEL
Mobile on belly
Recumbent in jelly
THE CAMEL
Far from pretty
Designed by committee
THE HIPPO
A chubby figure
Mouth even bigger
THE RHINO
His muzzle excrescence
Prescribed for tumescence
22 October 2018
Six Word Couplet Series Encore Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
I Don’t know
that God has favorites
or enemies…
probably just behavior
he loves or deplores--
then again, who am I
to put limits on God?
For those who love Him
swear He is a personal God;
and those who are estranged
seem to have a hell-of-a-time
to compare--
and, of course, there is the Atheist
who stands alone in himself
while I could not live alive
without experience of spirit:
sort of like, eating only the skin
of an orange--or seeing the surface
of a great sea, unaware of the
myriad world within….
Slowly pacing a captive rail,
her gaze pierces beyond red stars
eyes with burnt ire, a tigress howls
bellowing through jungles afar;
As pride of theme parks, she deplores
the ropes leashing an alluring gait,
others like her, in silence weeps
on circus grounds, in king's estate...
Sleek beauty wrapped in orange-black
her linings torn as branded fur,
oh Sumatran lynx, endangered
as man becomes the beast, she prepares;
When nature guides a fired escape
towering leaps endure what’s wrong,
and moonlight scans bold tigress' maze
on fields where her spirit belongs.
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"If having a soul means being able to feel love
and loyalty and gratitude, then animals
are better off than a lot of humans."
- James Herriot
Relate Your Poem To One Of These Quotes
Giorgio V's Contest
by nette onclaud
Curiosity concerning Careen’s covert chocolate and candy cache
causes children’s cartoon crusader Charlie a calamity!
Careen’s childminding cousin Charlie and carelessly closes her candy cupboard ...
curious Charlie’s no cherub, and can’t curb his constant candy craving
Charlie champs continually on copious chunks of candy and chocolate
Chomping contentedly on chewy coffee caramels and candy canes.
Charleston chews and Careen’s costly chocolate caramel crunch clusters
Charlie carelessly chucks the crinkled coverings on the carpet
Careen clocks Charlie chomping candy from her confectionary collection
Careen’s candy and chocolate is cherished
Consequently, Careen cannot condone cousin Charlie’s crafty crime ...
Careen’s crotchety and cross at Charlie’s out of character conduct
and contemplates contacting the cops
Charlie cringes and claims clemency,
claiming he can’t control his cravings... he’s a covert chocoholic connoisseur
Careen can’t commiserate, calling Charlie a complete cad!
Charlie’s complains his canine crown is cracked
and the chewy candy’s caused cavernous cavities
Calmly Careen closes and chains her candy cupboard
then chuckles coldheartedly at Charlie’s candy catastrophe!
Cowering on a Careen’s comfy couch, Charlie cries continually
Charlie is a complete coward and can’t cope with caries caused by candy...
He deplores and detests the drone of the dentist’s drill!
Charlie's Cartoon Characters Curiously Careen And Crusade Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
11/18/18
Good morning mister, of thy kindness to receive,
All groans of yester, thou does seem to reprieve,
With a promise to stir, tinges optimiste do contrive,
Pain’s sphincter lets laughter, it’s another reason to live.
Swaying pyjamas on sling, the autopsy right begins,
Stayed on the bed is a rolling, whom my kitchen concerns,
“Who took that mine bedding, and Ngwaci scantily obtains?
Wanna see me cast the ring, that thine blossom returns?”
The morning prescription taken, I am innocuously abased daily,
To equate with all good men, whose wives possess jealously,
For what woman with a noble token, shirks to lose recklessly?
Taught in the womb that lesson, it break suspicious smiles secretly.
So a frowned fellow I am, and not alone in this generation,
Often silent kicks boom, where behind the driver I myself resign,
Mister, let the news come, you know, cowboys pay to listen,
Devising to forget the theme, but slaughters make to mourn.
A day received with glory, all mine suffer classic deplores,
My stem with a rigorous forgery, in front of the boss affords strange chores,
The cold of June here has a story, then an undeliberate sudden Salsa implores,
My acquittal is my worry, nobody cares to hear the weather course.
Soon ‘t’s time the cycle to restart, wishing a fair friend had that control
remote,
All these woes at will to alleviate, yet as I am, they incur not the respite,
With some spreed daily to hurt, alone I remain, a man of living heart,
I choose to live life when I find it, even if minutes thirty like a concert.
I rise with and as clear as the sun, I return crumbled like muddy earth,
This manner of men taught me none, but the proverbial sways of youth,
What shall I do but a resolve one, tonight, where else to go but Unguth!
Limited of option, I have all mornings mine, even if not couth.
I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze
soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy add a pose
zing losing battle – Mary Jo's
if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering
particularly quiverly, sans white
"WALL" tire tread fully goes
steely belted around lower
abdominal area like lava floes
siring unsightly expose
yore squishy Jew dish priestly
punchy,plasma paunchy, gristly...
pillow like marshmallows
fittingly, rotundly soundly
identical with other schlep
tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos,
this lap pissed lard (lord) Who Lee
bemoaning, how ilk readily knows,
where unwanted bulky flab...
most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance
leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige,
know bull eats obese,
anorexia nervosa or chance
barking out orders reminiscent, when he
hapt tubby a caller at
weekly square and/or contra dance,
now requisitioned to insulate
and excessively enhance
body electric can be mushed
into likeness of fleshy France
or repurposed into expanse
resembling any country,
whose name Kants
be easily pronounced, and historical
events glommed together recognizable
as Ataturk with a lance
bequeathed to rule World advance
sing gluttony as his divine providence,
thus requires deep dish allegiance
(non - fiber - binding contract)
for eats and make decadent
every fleshpot gourmand
stretching cellular skein to capacitance
bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!
You are what I delineate as integrity,
The honesty that beckons,
You, my cohort, carry the knife's handle,
Rather than stabbing me in the back,
It stabs you and you become the trusted bearer of all my sins and painful secrets,
You are that spiritual life form that guides me through the human phase,
You, my friend, possess my life's worth,
If it were not for you, my loneliness and own companionship would have
swallowed me in the embrace of insanity,
O fidus Achates, drogher my provoking thoughts,
T'is an amazement that you do not break,
With the weight of such wrath,
Reflections that clemency forsakes,
These cold psyche have hardened this heart,
Pulsating veins of mine, thou art indeed in vain!
Considerations that expand with every attempted beat,
The death of my body has spawned the soul of my mind,
Oh power of ponder, you reveal to me where my heart was blind,
My wits are now was sharp as that knife you bear,
A cloak of strength which humanity deplores, now I wear.
I rose to the sing-song of
a hornbill
Engaging my morning wrath
in a tease
I graced a sleepy track
with hazy youthful turns
and endless dreamy twists
that end on misty ground
Curled artfully
around a shedding rinkhals,
on a wooded journey
to the stream
Said hello to Daddy Doe,
to buy a future village favour
Smiled at her
whose eyes never lift her face
to see the ripening breeze
beyond my stare,
and yet I know she knows
Laid back
on the banks of the gleaming breaks
in a crucifiction pose
Watched the sun-dance
that grandma deplores…
lest it merrily breeds a Christmas dawn
and dues are due
for earth devoted to her
Then the biting chill
felled the warm delights of my days
and sent me lengthened darkness
wrapped in a Highveld dew
Lifted the smoky plumes
in frustrating patterns beyond my view
But soon the cold whisper gave way
to a wary hint of spring,
extolling the virtues of a soggy
refrain
That brackets each end of
the rain-soaked call…
My dew now falls on concrete
and she whose eyes never lift her face
dies a slow death
Grandma met the blinding light
when the Christmas sun-dance
eclipsed
The hornbills and rinkhals
meekly
line the walls of disengaged
opulence,
and I cannot collect
on my village favour…
I rise with the same smile
Sink newfound depression into a
gold-tremored hop
As the devoted earth moves
with my feet
Endure the sing-song of fading hornbills
that ask humbly…
This is your dance, child
but
where lies your land?
Don't judge me if you do know zip
For facts are dressed from toe to tip
My recital you never try to read
Thence blinded and hurt by the blood they bleed.
Your animadversion plant it please
For no man is perfect or so you'll see
Why marred that angelic mug of yours?
And force to you my want to deplores?
All of us writes but a different story
Filling each with countless shame and glory
You see but an impression of my looks
And speaks to but a version of my books.
So don't judge me if you do know zip
Since bad karma might seek your lips
My recital you should try to read
Flaw lies in blood that we players feed.
Dovey Annie
Caucus Over
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd
Romney claims he is most electable
Results conclude that is debatable.
Bachman stood firm on defense and health care law
Discovered her support was filled with straw.
Santorum touched palms, wore out shoes and truck
Had clear narrative, timing and good luck.
Perry soared, forgot, “oops,” and millions spent
Said thanks, boarded plane, back to Texas went.
Paul hates the Fed and loves the constitution
Deplores war, and young folks like his solution.
Gingrich defied odds, then truth made him sag
He moves on with hope, yet carries his bags.
there goes a lonely man on a one horse carriage
the horse though pulls the carriage he is always hungry
because he has nothing to eat but to feed on fallen leaves
and to quench his thirst with dewdrops
the horse though goes before the carriage he grew to the height
may be high enough to pull the carriage with great struggle:
the carriage not even a blossom of a flower of remembrance on it
goes yonder the crystal blue sky see through the fluttering black flag
in the wind
the carriage not even a sigh of lamentation follows
goes beyond the sky so deep that smarts the eyes
and stretches to the incomprehensible infinity
although the man resigned himself and laid his corpse
on the bed of the carriage in the coffin, he had crossed
many rivers of trials
although the man resigned himself and laid his corpse
on the bed of the carriage in the coffin, he had crossed
many mountains of hardship
although the man resigned himself and laid his corpse
on the bed of the carriage in the coffin, he still is the lonely man
because no one will welcome him even if he comes quickly,
he still is the poor man because no one will stop him
even if he turns his back
for the wind rises the flag flutters, and when the flag flutters,
the man, while clinging on to the fluttering flag deplores his troubled life
as a deep sigh
for the rain fall the man tears and sobs
as wet as fluttering flag
can the life full of unfulfilled desires
be called a life as well?
the cry of the man who lived a bitter life is the empty echo
that had fallen on the ground; the call of the man who was
abused by others is the lost effort that no one ever tried to hear
there
the lonely man goes on the carriage pulled by the horse,
the horse with a full shadow of sadness in his eyes
the lonely man laid on the carriage goes with the horse,
the horse barely survived only by the fallen leaves and dewdrops
The lonely man,
the feeble horse,
and the fluttering black flag…
In
Yucutan beneath the
crypt,
Beneath the floor
Atlantis script,
Narrow minded
science abhors,
The mention of a
myth, deplores,
Any mention that it
sits,
Beneath the ocean
gripped,
Atlantic knows the
score,
Ten thousand years
and more,
Sanity eclipsed,
The records never
bore,
You will know the
rest of it,
At the opening of
the door,
For there the
records sit,
Amazing as before,
The continent kinda
dipped...
Don Johnson
Another mass shooting…this one in Texas…I don’t remember exactly when
because the days all run together…and there’s been 6 more since then.
We’re on a pace to break the record for mass shootings in one year…
which means there’s no place in this country we can walk into…without fear.
It’s sad to think when we go to school, the movies, the mall, the grocery store…
anywhere we roam…
that some of us who set off today…won’t be returning home.
It doesn’t seem to matter if those murders are splashed across the evening news…
doesn’t make a difference…doesn’t change our point of view.
Sure…we’re angry for a moment…for a moment we might pause…
but the killings keep on coming because we won’t change our laws.
I wonder…would we do more than get sad and angry as we watch grieving families cry…if we knew every day 22 children are shot…and 5 of them will die.
Until something is done to stop these killings…killings that everyone deplores
today will join the list…and be a little sadder than the day before.
If you don’t think there’s a problem in our society…
let me show you what I mean…
This poem you’re reading today…
except for the ever increasing numbers
I first wrote…in 2016.
Another fool I am who thinks
he can
Pursue a dream and yet live
as a man
I must be slow indeed to
beat a gong
Then chase the birds
entreating for a song.
For entrance of your heart
is bloody feat
I rather would have done
without a feet
Hanging precariously out of
doors
And toils to bring it inside
fate deplores.
I wish this fire got a
final douse
But millions say I need
another house
Within you though I
share it now with
some.
Yet, won't you some day
nestle in a home
Although a million knuckles
knock your
door
And thousand vessels
dock by yonder shore?
How steal me honey fresh
without a sting?
How fly me heaven straight
without a wing?
For everything you crave
for has a twin
That you must bring home
too if you must
win
So I embrace you with as
much
a thorn
And pray some blessed day
they
all get shorn.
Diversity explores
both resonant and opposing positions
with nearly predative anticipation
And such perversely curious
reverse revisioning diversity deplores
with monoculturing anxiety
quietly crossed
and boldly violated boundaries
of personal
and familial
and municipal
and EarthTribal
indigenous integrity
Sacred space expands
mindfully perceived
this Business As Traumatically Usual place
too lose/lose dark
and too win/win blind
to keep faith with dimming starlight
Celestial Glitter Rivered Ways
majestic
yet ominously silent
shunned Spirits
of ancient silvered sentient bright
Yet momentary mortal time
feels reflective light received
sufficiently reassuring
mythically alluring
for transient transportive pleasure
tenderly insufficient
for full-ripened organic measure
depleting dissonant self-disenfranchising
failure to complete
integrity's potential Paradise.