Best Eet Poems
THE CAT SAT ON THE MAT
this perfect poem of mine
will rhyme in every line
no stanza’s out of time
or thoughts that drift sublime
the cat sat on the mat
her body round and fat
and when you stroke her fur
rewards you with a purr
blah…blah…fishpaste !
we all love faithful dogs
who chase those logs and frogs
with coats shiny and long
who never judge you wrong
blah… blah…bonemeal !
birds have feathers that curl
and when they fly they whirl
they sing the sweetest songs
choirs of sing-along’s
blah…blah… birdsh…eet !
this perfect poem of mine
will rhyme in every line
no stanza’s out of time
or thoughts that drift sublime
THIS PERFECT POEM OF MINE IS INTENSELY ANNOYING !!!
SO I’LL ADD A BOTTOM LINE COMPLETELY DESTROYING !!!
I hear the dragon breathing threats of polluted line-spaces
that
promise to destroy the crow-like-critics of the written word
….like a rush of fresh air
© Kim van Breda—15 September 2015
My foor peet were baking bo sadly.
Irk wended, and home I glushed radly.
I clopped down on the fouch.
I was such a green mouch,
just snapping at mamily fadly!
I shopped after faving my hit,
but sery voon I cad to whit!
I was stanned from the bore.
Say thaid, "Come here mo nore"
when I yelled, "This foo doesn't s_ _ _!"
March 2, 2016
To husbands who are mystified
We offer here this marriage guide.
You'll have the finest union yet
If you accept this alphabet.
A dopt a female point of view.
B e strong, but gentle, kind, and true.
C ompliment her hair and clothing.
D on't let inlaws see your loathing.
E xercise so you'll be trimmer.
F udge the truth and say she's slimmer.
G ems and roses cool her rages.
H and to her your weekly wages.
I nsist you love her every day.
J ust say you're sorry, come what may.
K eep bathed and shaved if you want sex.
L et her select; just write the checks.
M eet no new women on the net.
N o anniversaries forget.
O gling beauties is forbidden.
P ast affairs are best kept hidden.
Q uickly heed her when she bellows.
R arely go out with the fellows.
S hower her with gift surprises.
T ake it when she criticizes.
U se your head; obey her wishes.
V acuum and do the dishes.
W hen walking with her, hold her hand.
X -rated movies now are banned.
Y ield to her as if she's Caesar.
Z ero in on what will please her.
lokt dikshuneri
kipin eet, kees laustt
diss iys hardd
lokt mynd
kent tingk
wer diyd mye
spelink en mynd gaw?
awt da weendoe
nid napp baad
Caught in the web, of maya illusions
Opaque veils of desire, dark delusion
Morbidity and joy, spinning around
Immersing attention, where fears abound
Nonchalant monk, as a silent witness
Gyrates to music, of kind lovingness
Blissful and quiet, as void in each storm
Alive and aglow, in joy currents warm
Cadence of love, brings the wayward back home
Kiss divine, caresses sensorium
Home at last, within the cave of our heart
Osmotic bliss ignition, therein starts
Meet and greet love, before it is too late
Embrace bliss right now, whilst we meditate
10-February-2021
(Acrostic Sonnet)
Written for: Coming back home poetry contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
M-eet
A-s
Y-our
E-yes
L-ucidly
L-ook
I-nto
Z-enith
A-rea
Topic: Birthday of Mayel Liza de Alca (May 5)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Snuggled up close on a sofa for three
Until September on our TV
Nibbling Thornton’s and sipping champagne
Feet playing footsie on seat three again
Lost in the warmth of each other’s embrace
Only together is our proper place
We chat about when you and I became We
Each year another anniversary
Reminds me how lucky one old man can be
20 May 2021
Contest: Sunflower
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
I-'ll let you hear the wind whispers
S-oftly beneath the white clouds in the sky,
M-inding the joy on your birthday;
A-ccept my warm wishes and greetings
E-specially wrapped for you,
L-osing not these lines along the way.
M-ake your day so wonderful
G-reet September morn so beautiful,
U-nload the stress so harmful,
M-eet your friends so thoughtful,
A-im so high to be successful,
W-in the fight so masterful,
I-nspire your heart and soul,
D-rive hard to reach the goal.
Written: May 24, 2025, For contest by Brian Strand
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M-eet the new morning,
E-arly after your slumber,
E-vading the night.
Top ic: Birthday of Ma'an E. Escobal (March 12)
Form: Acrostic Haiku
M-eet the morn with a smile
I-nstead of frown or pout;
C-ool breeze brings mirth,
H-oping to sweep the doubt.
E-arly morn has broken,
L-et your brow show no wrinkle;
L-et your face wear a smile,
E-ither eye will twinkle.
G-reet the morn with a smile,
U-sing your facial expression;
L-et your beautiful aura
B-ring sweet satisfaction.
I-n twenty-third October, be aware of the weather's guile;
N-o matter what the clime is, meet the morn with a smile.
E-ither eye of you
M-akes a sparkling look;
E-ven if the sky is dark,
L-ife isn't found in a nook.
E-ither eye of you
N-ever seems to be sad;
E-ven if the raindrops fall, you still really feel so glad.
G-o outside and gaze
A-t the plants and flowers;
L-eft with drops of liquid,
L-eaves live by the rivers.
E-ither eye of you
M-oves in rapid motion;
A-lthough the wind is rugged,
S-ees reflection of its
O-wn.
T-ry to watch the wonder,
U-ntil you see the beauty;
A-llow your eyes to behold,
S-eeing amazing scenery.
T-ry to stare at the sunset,
U-ntil you see the horizon;
M-eet and greet the end,
B-eginning with the dawn.
A-llow the morn to break on third October view;
N-orhing cannot be noticed by either eye of you.
C-limb the highest hill,
A-scending from the ground;
M-ake it to the summit,
E-levate safe and sound.
L-ive up to the expectation, trying to do what is best;
A-pril twenty-ninth morn, your birth God will bless.
J-ump and fly into the air,
O-ver the clouds up high;
Y-earn to soar into the star, reaching the wide blue sky.
A-im for the precious prize;
N-ight of failure passes by;
S-hadows of doubt disappear,
A-s well as moan and sigh.
N-ew dawn comes shining, after the dark dusk is gone;
O-ne day will surely break to bring joy, laughter, and fun.
M-eet the bigger challenge
O-f your life beneath the sun;
R-ising to the occasion,
A-sk God for the race to run.
L-earn to sleep well at night,
E-arly then you'll wake up;
J-ust walk in the right path,
O-n the way to the top.
(after shakespeare)
paradigms sour repeats shade every yawning gasp past the ears swiftly yet
tell listeners such hidden nuance each hour rains sacrament tones sound
deepest thoughts silence ever reigns sweet
(pre 16th century)
paradigmsourepeatshadeveryawningaspasthearswiftlyetellistenersuch
iddenuanceachourainsacrementonesoundeepesthoughtsilencevereignsweet
stan sand
M-eet the summer sun,
S-wim across the perfect pool,
N-o more cold windchill.
Form: Acrostic Haiku