Best Double Meaning Poems
JAN HAS A FAN
Jan Has no Tan
I once saw a gal called Jan
So sexy she made me ran
Straight to the vicar
Said marry us quicker
Whilst she drank her tea on the can
She is as White as pure Sand
I once met a gal in white dress
I fell straight in love I must confess
She was drinking her tea
While I stared at her knee
Surely my intentions she guessed
She Sips Her Tea Daily
I once met a gal drinking Tea
My heart was pumping in glee
From her nose to her toes
When she smiled I froze
So charming I become a devotee
While I Admire Her so Gayly
When I saw the lady in the white dress
My thoughts she I did undress
As she gazed out the window
She caught peeking Jimbo
Who was in quite the state of distress
I am a fan of the great poet Jan
There once was a gal who could fart
She refined it into an art
Her white dress in a breeze
Would lift till you sneeze
But she’ll always be my sweetheart
Notes: I just realized the title, as far as Jan is concerned , well could have a double meaning!
Caught between two stools poor grandma's toilet paper
Not for the Contest(Idiom with a double meaning: )
Inspired by SilentOne's One liner contest
The splinter of a broken mirror
can show part of my face
and the world in which I survive.
The rest I can imagine
or maybe ... turn it into a dream.
I see you speaking,
your words misleading
I watch you closer
but hold you further.
Your double meaning and secret keeping,
my heart is aching, my soul is reaching.
It calls out to you, why don't you hear me?
They echo into, your arms deceiving.
I'll disconnect now, for a moment
but memories flood, I can't control it.
Our love is a poisin and it's deep within my veins
Our life is a mockery its driving me insane.
Our kiss is a catalyst to every horror show
that kiss is the only kiss that I have ever known
Ideals of my former self get lost within our sheets
I only feel the beauty and I can't control the beast.
Together we did, conquer sorrow, but it was fleeting, gone tomorrow.
Goodbye my lover, goodbye my brother, i know we've learned from one another.
Lessons felt and rediscovered, goodbye my lover, goodbye my brother.
dodoitsu series (rhymed)
Winter is taking the reins
speeding past days of autumn -
Jack Frost smears the windowpanes
forefingers and thumb.
You who have no house to own,
too proud to seek charity,
you choose your path all alone
that’s a guarantee.
Your attic room, where risks run
rowdy as the eastern winds,
barren refuge while you shun
warmer help from friends.
Churches serve a daily meal
without impugning censure,
Would a shelter prove to shield
Christian adventure?
God casts no smears. You must know
you are short more than your needs.
God produces once you show
you will plant His seeds.
Twixt four fingers and your thumb
winnow pangs of laziness.
Earn warm lodging ere autumn’s
freeze spawns haziness.
for Elly Wouterse's contest 3 Proverbs and a Quote
For my series of didactic "germane" dodoitsu, I chose three German proverbs, being influenced much in my life by my German grandmother.
-A poor person isn't he who has little, but he who needs a lot.
--Charity sees the need not the cause.
---God gives, but man must open his hand.
My quote from an international celebrity is from German poet, Rainer Maria Rilke -
“Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone,” is from his poem, “Autumn Day”, translated by Stephen Mitchell.
https://audiopoetry.wordpress.com/category/poet/rainer-maria-rilke/
For word play:
“the four fingers and your thumb”, and “winnow pangs” of verse 5(6) play off of
“Jack Frost’s forefingers and thumb” and "window panes" of verse 1.
Word with two meanings:
Verse 1 – smear – v. to wipe or daub
Verse 4 (5) – smear – n. a slur or insult
double meaning proverb
A poor person isn't he who has little, but he who needs a lot.
poor person can mean poverty-stricken or a
poor person can be incompetent, inept
I used the normal 7, 7, 7, 5 syllable pattern of a dodoitsu but rhymed it ABAB. I really needed 24 lines to complete my thoughts, but I dutifully cut it back to 20 lines, adding it back in italics after contest was judged. Expanding on Rilke’s “Autumn Day” title, I took a different turn from his prayerful, more positive piece.
Replenish* my heart
with unquenchable coals.
Make it burn so hot
So I'm unable to control
The fire burning from deep in my soul.
When it seems to die
I ask You to try
And replenish* my heart
With unquenchable coals.
Note*: the word replenish has a double meaning. "To fill" and to "refill."
By definition, to irritate;
but easy on the palate.
The footle is a witty poem,
written picture rhyme.
Semantics seals its fate
We write to enjoy the style,
to sport, to bring a smile
from double meaning jest.
Gives our minds a rest
without defame or rile.
Colorful as a noun
to be put down
in the bottom of the box.
Victim of paradox.
Living in abject brown.
© Jun 15 2010 Charles Henderson
I have searched for hours and not found any definition
referring to the footle as a poem, or even as a noun.
No official recognition.???????????
hand on back
drilled smile
he milks me
from behind
vote Monty
mochadoodle
moo
9/20/12
Black Eyed Susan
for nette's "septolet the puppet" contest
fabric: drill – double meaning of practice and durable twill cotton (also, cottonmouth refers to a dangerous snake as well as "an uncomfortable condition that feels as if your mouth is coated with cotton. http://www.ehow.com/how_8412538_fix-cottonmouth.html#ixzz278lYPjBG)
flavor: mochadoodle – not kidding! it's a flavor of coffee: milk chocolate, cinnamon, and hazelnut
(Monty is a made up senator - referring to the expression "the fully monty" - meaning everything that is expected or possible)
Save the Words
shut the virtual world down and cut the words from your heart
oh they're just waiting to be found- a brook with double meaning
take solace in the peace radiating from your mind
a pacifist's gift of eternal slumber
save the words, save the words
don't be afraid to accept the change coming on the horizon
there's time to change the train you're riding
and switch from tracks of copper to tracks of gold
because what's worth feeling is worth finding
oh please save the words, just save the words
a beautiful mind is in the eye of a child
the view of a bird is a beautiful scene
two hearts beating as one is the greatest drum solo
the world is the hand that feeds
and these days some don't know what to fight for
when what is right today is wrong tomorrow
and sometimes we shelter ourselves in our own beliefs
shielding our hearts to the beliefs of others
and these days we don't know what to fight for
save the words, save the words
place them in a golden basket of wheat
and watch flowers burst forth
wild and free
from the golden serenity
a beautiful mind is in the eye of a child
the view of a bird is a beautiful scene
two hearts beating as one is the greatest drum solo
the world is the hand that feeds
and one day we shall find the meaning in love
so shut the virtual world down and cut the words from your heart
oh they're just waiting to be found- a brook with double meaning
take solace in the peace radiating from your mind
a pacifist's gift of eternal slumber
save the words, save the words
oh save the words, please save the words
and united the world stands to revolve in gold
on the hinges of a traumatic yesterday wrapped in plastic
because with joy we can swing forth
with the gift of a smiling world
just save the words, save the words:
understanding, acceptance, and tranquility
Beyond from Walls of Sleep
Deep dormant eyes forever weep
Keep hells behind upon walls of sleep
Dancing demons in rituals necromancing
Glancing of gates admits infernos entrancing
Damned words resonating of souls scammed
Programmed lips through evil’s command
Hellion hypnotic of minds dwelling
Rebellion of thoughts forever yelling
Contortions spread sanctioned abortions
Distortions spread abandoned portions.
...in reverse
Distortions spread abandoned portions
Contortions spread sanctioned abortions
Rebellion of thoughts forever yelling
Hellion hypnotic of minds dwelling
Programmed lips through evil’s command
Damned words resonating of souls scammed
Glancing of gates admits infernos entrancing
Dancing demons in rituals necromancing
Keep hells behind upon walls of sleep
Deep dormant eyes forever weep.
...I took this a step further where the poem is reversed and each line is backward...
Sleep of Walls from Beyond
Portions abandoned spread distortions
Abortions sanctioned spread contortions
Yelling forever thoughts of rebellion
Dwelling minds of hypnotic hellion
Command evils through lips programmed
Scammed souls of resonating words damned
Entrancing infernos admits gates of glancing
Necromancing rituals in demons dancing
Sleep of walls upon behind hells keep
Weep forever eyes dormant deep.
...perhaps no double meaning, but double fun...
This poem is dedicated to my friend Gregory R Barden (the Bard)...inspired by his poem 'A Quest, Maniacal'...Thank you Gregory for your insight...
Music by Disturbed - Hell... Ghost Rider Music Video
Aug.20.2018
A Reversible Poem
Sponsored by: Jesse Rowe
Placed 6'th
my agent grew nervous
when he discovered
like the rising sun
on a sea of shark fins
that one must gauge and become the gauge
what is it that heralds an improved model
claiming to have superior knowledge
my hospital masturbates immobilized patients
the cure rate is astounding
it’s all in how we conceive ourselves
the oil and tincture panaceas
were giving me intestinal upheaval
but my inner cephalopod still had
a couple of pots of ink in him
and swore by his mother's nipples
when info comes a-knocking
best let it find a seat unaided by grief
everyone rigs the game
we are all defiled by propaganda
here let me wipe you off
we all want to be authentic
so gimme the straight story for once
the sigh of the wind for once
must have been the stoning squad's day off
tarred and feathered instead
the world may not owe us a living
but it does owe us an explanation
I think it all has to do with
branching cascades and nested infinities
is it rain on the roof or radio static
I'm pretty sure it's a comedy show
there's a lady in the front row
bearing her breasts at me
I am quickly hypnotized
turns out she’s KGB
I hope I'm the lucky stud
that gets to climb her stairway
in an experimental courtship ritual
we rubbed pudenda for an hour
before I heard her secret name
it's still secret
her guillotine blade warm and wet
cut through me like a 3 dollar car wash
through fresh dung
OK why 3
for you double meaning compulsives
I'll tell you
but you must obey my commands
they are buried throughout this message
because 3 is like the fingernail relics of saints
and he'd rather be thundering back at Zeus
which got him everything he wanted
not so much money clothes cars women
since he didn't set out to establish
an empire of invisible influence
but he was a free man
free to disintegrate periodically
my advice is to keep
something for yourself no matter what
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Ahhh, Those Sexy Southern Gals
A write for such a very fine night
echoes drifted in as day lost light
Whispers of former days with sweet gals
partying with my old longtime pals!
Thoughts of future days so far away
living each minute no thought to pay
Life, love and fortune always to be had
we that raced about quite crazy and bad!
Thrills of love lost in it's sad stings
pretty gals angling for a wedding ring
Memories of so many pretty eyes and faces
sexy girls, sexy legs and pretty laces!
Wild were the times of we Southern boys
gone are the days of guns, cars and those sweet ,fast toys....
Robert J. Lindley 07-15-2014
A wild youth remembered by a now very settled old man...
note: "toys" has a double meaning..
double-entendre
double-meaning
insinuations
full of suggestive
vagueness
scattered ambiguity
sprinkled through out
obscurity of inconclusiveness
of train of thought
creating the lore of lies
of a future together as one
within a land of make believe
that one is trying to create within
the mind
Created a little ditty about hypocrites and
double standards, racists with drawing boards.
Media dinners with dubious
double meaning placards.
The Spade of hearts.
The Jack of Swords.
An adversity of diversity,
assorted stuff for their hating,
tarot cards,
racial fits in the music awards,
and a grammy for
"sex in the city."
Man who is that dude on the Grammy, Satan?
Jean Luc Picard with Baphomet itties?
Idols for idols, adverts with priority
misplacement, Universal standard.
Mesmerized tazement,
enter lame-ment.
Amazement for sheep enslavement under
black candles.
As the hypnotizing blow is more than
a psyops experiment.
But here we go,
gonna run at it hard while I vent-so.
Everyday I listen to the same old thing
Tune in to VH1 or Mtv, see what I mean
Only degradation gets attention, is it ADD?
No, they know the words, they are listening intently.
With a mother****** this and a dead *****dat. Posthumously-
Gangland in the home with a baseball bat.
Un-Just like liberal Congress across the nativity scene.
Is it positive reinforcement?
Or New World Laws Enforcement.
Fasting for lent?
Come get your sisting y'all.
Come and get bent!
In genre hostage making,
30 year experiment?
Yo Mtv raps, yeah I get it
(about murder $$y & pot leaf sense)
I guess when the airwaves got a monopoly
from the Lord of the Air and GoogleBerg
Hall Monitors.
Not the Right, but the wrong
afraid of debate, running away, running with impunity, running with devil- the PMRC, the CDC ,FCC,
FEMA and Columbia University.
Now you want to talk about Satan,
check the connection between Crowley and JayZ.
On how you get chicks for free
and money for nothin, nothin but devil worshipping,
special sales from wolves making sheep
clothing and accessories.
Accessories to many of the things you see.
I’ve never loved like you before
Never put up some many walls
I see the wisdom in the action
Know the pain you’ll never feel
Because you’re using caution
And time has become your friend
I’ve never loved like you before
With your smiles and your glances
Your hidden words with double meaning
Your quiet, shy romances
You don’t confess until you know
And time must play his part
I’ve never loved like you before
With trust and friendship deep
A relationship before the lust
A bond stronger than the beat
Beat, Beat, Beat of my blood
Coursing through my veins
I’ve never loved like you before
I’ve watched. I see. I know.
That there is something special there
You’re more different than you know.
I want to hold you in my arms,
To love and not let go,
But you love like no other before
So I must wait and grow
Becoming friends with time myself
I’ll learn how I must wait
Time will show me what it means to love
For a love that won’t abate