Best Dices Poems
Hare trigger instincts
always served Roger well
He had an oh, no-no lettuce nose —
a hyper-keen sense when to leave
Roger was rabbit good
at knowing when
to skip out on his responsibilities
Before bedtime stories
would end afoul, he could always tell
the impending sour cabbage signs —
The ***** scent in the air pregnant with crisis ...
rabbit feet had better odds,
than a roll of the dices
Women said he was a tricky daddy dodger,
his friends said it was in his DNA
The court affidavits said his name was Roger,
the summons said he wouldn’t pay
Those hare trigger instincts
always served Roger well
Pearl hip handles, he loved to caress
Hop aboard a bullet train,
when the bad news got belly swell
Twitchy nose rabbit hole escape
was his poker face tell
But one determined Alice
didn’t give
the baby carrot carriage subject a rest
Roger got tortoise marriage cold feet,
half-hearted turnip turtle vows
was his delay strategy best guess
Women said he was a tricky parent draft dodger,
his friends said it was in his rabbit DNA
The court affidavits all said his name was Roger,
the arrest warrant said he wouldn’t pay
Roger has good long hare instincts,
he’s Copperfield cool ... a Houdini Blondie
Angel Eyes bad you better not blink,
every time your back is turned, he gon flee
So deadbeat ugly he’s just a Tuco-hearted rat,
a kid welsher ain’t no rabbit doubt about that
The rabbit in his blood,
is simply hop-along run away DNA
He love to cabbage patch play,
but he hate to bacon lettuce pay
Women said he was a tricky daddy dodger,
his friends said it was in his DNA
The court affidavits said his name was Roger,
the summons said he wouldn’t pay
Roger don’t like
looking at paternity suits,
it just give him the Dodger blues
Rabbits don’t care
to stay in one place too long ...
in a standstill
That just ain’t how their feet DNA think
And those angry Alices kangaroo purse pouches,
holding those court-ordered papers unfriendly ...
they be pushing the Dodger to the brink
Roger’s an absentee parent wearing slipper slouches —
Hopping-mad child support check is an empty
Cassidy signature signed in invisible ink
Categories:
dices, parents, parody, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Ode
Tus pequeños pies castaños
Gateando, ágiles
Pegados en las rocas
Como las patitas de una salamandra
No se aquietan
Hasta que encuentran el alto
E reposan curvándose sobre la piedra
Mientras desde allí me apuntas
Cosas que ilustran los relatos
De la vida de tu hogar
Satisfecho de que lo que me dices
Es prontamente demostrado
Sin demora quedan abajo
Impacientes
Y caminan a mí lado
Esos pies cobrizos
Cavando la arena
Formando huellas poco profundas
Saltando ligeros
Como sólo pueden
Los pies de un niño
Por entre las piedras
“Baryshnikov” dices de mofa
Reimos
Y tus pies ya se van adelante
Como señores de tu voluntad
Hasta que te vayas entero de mi
Miro las marcas dejadas
Tan poco han andado a mi lado
Estos chicos pies desnudos
Pero que gran distancia
Percorrieron en mi corazón.
Categories:
dices, adventure, beach, friend, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
Bonita.
Que?
Es bonita. La agua...
Ho, si. Es muy bonita. Como tu.
Eres loco... Quieres nadar?
Ahorita? Hace frio!
No hace frio... no mucho...
Si, hace frio. En el verano,
Entonces podemos nadar.
Ho... ok. Que piensas?
Nada. En ti. Y tu? Que piensas?
Mm... que eres un buen amigo.
Y... que amor es malo.
Por que dices eso?
Que?
Por que dices que
Amor es malo?
Es la verdad.
Amor es bueno.
Mentiroso.
Por que?
Amor es malo. Ya lo se.
No, es bueno. Es perfecto.
Como puedes decir eso?
Dios. Porque Dios es bueno,
Y Dios es amor...
La problema es con las personas.
A veces las personas son malos...
Pero amor es bueno.
Pienso que eres bueno.
Enserio?
Si. Claro que si.
Y amor? Amor es bueno?
Ahorita, no se...
Pero... talvez.
Categories:
dices, spanish,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The birth place of world war II
after an invasion void of any declaration.
Stamps on history’s book by feminine hands
to ascertain the first death sentence of the same human disaster.
A time frame marked its stolen identity
signifying its absorption into the world map
when three neighbouring nations rolled dices on its existence.
Roman Catholicism is advertised by the sun
in this place where it’s the pioneer of oil refinery
and the continent’s most important reproductive clinic
to border-crossing summer birds.
The father of Europe in king Kazimierz Jagiellonczyk
married off his three seeds of fertility
who were carrying rich humus
to the germination of Europe’s greatest dynasties.
Another king flatters history when he re-based back to his origin
to honour a coronation conflicting the poles’ election.
The heart of the world of European Jews
where their rescue during the holocaust was second to none
where the first artificial language, created and sustained;
and having a patriot decorated five times on physical masculinity.
It is the home to the famous Nicolaus Copernicus
and the birth place of the globally applauded Marie Curie.
The last will and testament of the expiring country
marks the first European constitutional state.
The underground salt cathedral is significant in its global age ranking.
The Bialowieza Primeral, epitomizes the continent’s last ancient forest
and the piwnica Swidnilka ranks the first
in the pride of the continent’s aged restaurants.
Its historic medicinal use of vodkas
and the blossom to the stem end direction
of peeling Bananas ready for consumption
beautifies the grit of a nation which stood firm
even after a forty and three attempts of invasion.
Categories:
dices, community, education, environment, history,
Form:
Ode
a deck of cards
a roll of dices
monopoly
you go to jail
an other chance
you hopscotch the streets
or should I say the side walk
as for ever you liked the games
of chance and scrabble
your brain to understand
the meaning of all
the avenue looks pretty good
from the stoops with your crayons
they come in boxes of your choosing
and you can melt the wax
making sure your carpet won't catch fire
as you wove it with wool from woolworth
and where are those stores
just a story and a web you are godiva
and ride the horse to amazon
the nile you left behind with papyrus
but trying to find where the roll begins
to wipe your ass is disconcerting
a smile and a grin for you to figure
Categories:
dices, kindergarten,
Form:
Free verse
It was time to sit little Timmy down
It was time to have "The Talk"
"Timmy" I said "Timmy your daddy is the super hero known as"
it is here I took a dramatic pause and finally said
"Cabbage Head"
At this point i waited patiently,
patiently for Timmy to stop laughing.
I tried to continue but Tim wouldn't have it
"no dad please, please don't speak I'm trying to catch my breath"
I remained silent. Just then Timmy said
"so whose your sidekick cauliflower ears"
he was now gasping for air through his hysterical laughter
Timmy I said "calm down we have to talk"
Timmy stopped laughing but then he added
"so where do you keep your Super Hero costume?
In the vegetable crisper" back to Tim laughing
which led me to believe Tim was being sarcastic
" What's your superpower? The ability to
control itty biddy Bunnies to do your bidding,
(again with the sarcasm)
turning meat eaters into Vegetarians.
(my child hits the nail on the head)
So who is your arch nemesis Vegetable Chopper, he slices he dices."
(this kid knows a lot about me)
"No no I know Salad Dressing he drenches you in his juices
until you wilt." That's ridiculous I think
I would never fight a bad guy named Salad dressing
...again.
I decided I would give Timmy some time
to absorb our serious talk while I made a call.
In fact I decided to wait until the next day
I had to call my sidekick. The phone rang. He answered
I said "Cauliflower Ear is that you"
Maurice Yvonne
August 30 2014
You're a Super Hero
Poetry Contest-Carol Eastman
Categories:
dices, child, kids, giggle, hero,
Form:
Narrative
You have to roll a six,
With four dices on the board.
The odds are not in your favor,
Playing a big game of chance.
Critics are saying it’s impossible,
But you still play in the tournament.
Self-discipline increases the luck,
Determination reduces the risk.
Regardless the outcome of the game,
A dream is better pursued than left alone.
Categories:
dices, emotions, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
THE GALLOPING GOURMET TREATS
Just finished watching the galloping gourmet
Cooking and frying up fried brains today
All his delicious meals and delectable treats
He may even be pounding and making mince meats
Always like listening to his many happy tunes
While he sings and belts out some merry half moons
He skillfully dices all the mincing of all the ducks
As he precisely illustrated all the glazing of bucks
Now he’s starting to ice all up those delicious cakes
My mouth is watering for all the sweets of ice cream bakes.
Now I’m wishing for a slice of that sweet-hummingbird cakes.
Written: Aug. 27, 2015
Theresa Marie
Categories:
dices, food, fun, happy,
Form:
Light Verse
music tinkle my ears but what I hear is a crusade of tears
waiting for peace of warriors fighting a war for centuries.
as in their comfort of planes flying the sky they throw the dices
religion have nothing to do with it but the strings of greed
a puppet does what it is told until it cuts the fuel and an artist
to loop the dream only a dream of change flying the planes
medieval I lament the chance of eden promised if only
and no no more show me your cards and call it a wrap
as riches your agenda but not mine just here for a smile
Categories:
dices, myth,
Form:
Free verse
Trump Tosa and his musky rat
Top buddies - (we’ll see about that)
Trump’s proved he’s not quitter
Counting votes from X (twitter)
Next Potus should be Democrat!
Con Trumpster has fallen from grace
He’s pleading “Launch me in to space”
Send me off to Mars
I’ll escape prison bars
And Musk Rat has a smile on his face!
Soon spaceman Trumpy’s in a rocket
‘Pal’ Elon tampers with a sprocket
What Trumpy doesn’t know
He on a one way show
The ‘return’ button’s in musk rat’s pocket!
But sadly, this poem’s a dream
Trumps got ‘Musky Rat’ on his team
The earth is in crisis
These guys roll the dices
I’m sorry for letting off steam!
Categories:
dices, dream, humorous, space,
Form:
Limerick
omo al aire que respiras asi dices que me quieres
y que de todos los hombres soy el unico que prefieres
que en tu corazon supuestamente ya me tienes
y que mi amor es mas que suficiente para que te llenes
entonces porque cuando me miras platicando con otras mujeres
no falta un comentario tuyo lleno de celos que hace que me hiere
acaso no sabes que las palabras como golpes duelen?
yo creo que es hora de dejar que mis sentimientos vuelen
hacia el nucleo del abismo de donde todo dolor proviene
porque si el dia de mañana llegara irme y este cuerpo muere
me doleria mas saber que parte de mi amor en ti retienes
en el juego de la vida a veces ganas pero muchas veces uno pierde
trate pero despues de tanto dolor mi corazon ya no puede
si el amor realmente existe entonces hare que mi corazon lo sueñe.
Categories:
dices, love, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Tus pequeños pies castaños
Gateando, ágiles
Pegados en las rocas
Como las patitas de una salamandra
No se aquietan
Hasta que encuentran el alto
E reposan curvándose sobre la piedra
Mientras desde allí me apuntas
Cosas que ilustran los relatos
De la vida de tu hogar
Satisfecho de que lo que me dices
Es prontamente demostrado
Sin demora quedan abajo
Impacientes
Y caminan a mí lado
Esos pies cobrizos
Cavando la arena
Formando huellas poco profundas
Y saltando ligeros
Como se fueran de un niño
Por entre las piedras
“Baryshnikov” dices de mofa
Reimos
Y tus pies ya se van adelante
Como señores de tu voluntad
Hasta que te vayas entero de mi
Tan poco han andado a mi lado
Estos chicos pies desnudos
Pero que gran distancia
Percorrieron en mi corazón.
Categories:
dices, absence, adventure, friendship, travel,
Form:
Free verse
Villanelle: Hoist not the flag of your hidden vices
Hoist not the flag of your hidden vices
Wonder not why enemies pick on entrails
No foe will salute nor sing your praises
You cannot make curry without spices
Worst not enemies with cat o' nine tails
Hoist not the flag of your hidden vices
Enemies crop up as you throw dices
They hide in pockets and wear long tails
No foe will salute nor sing your praises
They even sport horns to cuckold spouses
Call you names while you look for holy grails
Hoist not the flag of your hidden vices
Enemies revel not in open spaces
Splice them only in their hidden entrails
No foe will salute nor sing your praises
Best enemies wallow in pungent sauces
Flapping from naked flag-poles stuck in jails
Hoist not the flag of your hidden vices
No foe will salute nor sing your praises
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
dices, conflict, humorous, philosophy, surreal,
Form:
Villanelle
In laundered lilac linen I lounged half awake
What would this sumptuous Saturday share
Would gregarious grandmother graciously bake
Although the wicked waft of her cakes was hard to compare
I was silently salivating for her chicken fricassee fare
The farm freshest fricassee demanded a certain hen
accompanied by green gardens greatest of variety vegetable
sauteed snips of mint, garlic, and onion, Amen
Wafted walnut savory sauce anticipating the set table
Secret sprinkle cayenne pepper activating heat is enabled
When plated these lusciously lubricated white slices
Of soft succulent hen atop fresh potato mash
Stunningly Swimming alongside fresh vegetable dices
When your tongue tip tastes there's an instant flash
Of cherished childhood flavored food, a true saliva splash
Categories:
dices, childhood, senses,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Turning blind eyes
Toward the stark, bleak lights of tomorrow
Justice is blind! Justice is blind!
The only concern here is how to survive today
To get ahead of the game
Scarecrows in the cornfields
With guns in their drawers and hats lowered to cover their ideas
The Children of Now
Pop, Lock, And Drop it
Let the women rock the stilettos
And the men
Throw
The
Dices
To overdose on the high of the hour
To choke on the richness sliding down their throats
In the form of Hipnotiq and Alleze
Cutting off the life supply to our souls
Chop down the lifeline
Flat line on the monitor and make our mothers cry
Close the banks
Hide the money under beds
Apocalyptic lovers
Fumbling in futile attempts
To flip the
Rubbers
Bands in high intensity mode
Drumming away on our ears to make us L I S T E N
Let's play until the sun stops coming up
And our dreams never dwindle down
Tomorrow we could be six feet under
The contents of the hourglass
Forgetting that tomorrow is too late
And today is better then yesterday
Bumpin' the lowriders on Sunday Afternoons on 6th Avenue
Cemented attempts, riddled bullet holes
Into our tombstones
Hip-Hop Nation
Revolutionized
Fathers don't understand the situation so
Pull the plug
Chop down the lifeline
Flat line
Flipping into
Champange glasses
A toast
Raise the glasses and drink up
To us
Categories:
dices, social, time, urban,
Form:
Carpe Diem