Best Encores Poems
My sister Susie loved picking her nose
To her chagrin her little finger froze
It was stuck so far
Doc used a crowbar
Finger up nose - not a ladylike pose!
Our Mother, in a fit of Pique
At Susie's antics with her Beak
Said, "Right my girl"
And in a whirl
Grounded Susie for a Week
Resenting her fate, in bed
Rebellion sparked inside her head
When all were asleep
She'd dress and creep
Though the window and escape instead
A branch near her window hung
Which to its foliage she clung
The branch was weak
And with a shriek
She fell into a pile of Dung
The house woke up only to find
Poor Susie in a dreadful Bind
She looked quite a mess
In her state of distress
That our Mother went out of her mind
"A School for young Ladies, I'll choose"
One, her wildness, I hope will defuse
And instil, at a pace,
Deportment and Grace
To refine the coarse ways of our Suz'
Packed off to be 'Finished' she went
Determined to never repent
Despite all opinions
It's just like 'St Trinians'
And for Susie, was quite an event
Susie boarded at ‘Saint Eloise’
It was there she got covered in fleas
Once she dived in a ditch
To be rid of that itch
Oh, you should see the state of her knees!
When in the first deportment class
Poor Susie fell straight on her ‘ass’
When she exposed her behind
The other girls were unkind
So Susie began passing gas
They had to open the windows and doors
Crawl about and move on all fours
To get rid of the smell
That came straight from hell
Staff told ‘Susie’ no more encores!
Her Classmates all thought it a Hoot
When she lit the gas that she'd shoot
She then vented a Storm
That Blew up her Dorm
Which got our poor Susie the Boot
She believed she should never have gone
From the ones she depended upon
With her Mission, complete
(And a Cork placed, discreet)
Susie's Home where she'll always belong.
20th January 2016
Collaboration J Allison and R Bettridge
Categories:
encores, body, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Your name is a prerequisite
for every final and finale.
An exclamation
after encores.
The truest definition of more.
The atom before cataclysmic spasm
and all creation that evolved
after energies first meeting.
Your name is completely competing
my demise as well as my surprise.
I'll pronounce every syllable
as ride this unbelievable high
Your name produces
beautiful altercations
And the seeds that flow
are no accidental
incidentals.
It's like a one word prayer
that combines
hallelujah and amen
Said softly but it
echoes so loudly
Categories:
encores, birth, romance,
Form:
Free verse
"Intimate Inspirations"
the beauty of Nature inspires my quill
the lovely mystique' of Creation, my will
to compose lines, amazing, to share with my peers
and welcome sweet critique', as insights appear.
the smile of a child; the love of my life
commits my vast gift to ease another's strife
as the song of the nightengale offers soft glow
enchanting deep thoughts from beneath and below.
the sweetness of puppies romping on grassy ground
the pitter-patter of kittens, meowing, astound
elements of Earth and residents of Sky
inspire my soul as tears cascade each eye.
watching waves crest as they kiss sandy shores
the beach is my haven, to ponder encores
of poetic art captivating and free
these intimate treasures ever inspire me.
*For Patricia Ellis's You Are My Inspiration Contest.
Categories:
encores, on writing and words,
Form:
Rhyme
Dancing, whizzing, whirling,
Skaters swooping by;
Starlets busy twiriling,
Pointing to the sky.
Judges tracing outlines,
Fancy figure eights;
Hopefuls' unread headlines,
Sealed in starry fates.
Breathless finish flowing
From dazzling routine;
Nervous, never knowing,
Verdict yet unseen.
Women's Figure Skating--
TV's stellar ore:
Winter's Watchers Waiting
Heroine's Encores.
February 11, 2018
88 Syllables
Categories:
encores, sports, stars, winter,
Form:
Alliteration
Tonight we play our favorite duet
to an audience of celestial stars.
Variations over years; a song we never forget,
stroking familiar notes within each bar.
Andante: pianissimo: slow caresses as whispers,
giving attention to those sensitive keys.
Each to the other, a part we deliver;
Entwined we perform with such ease.
Allegro: increasing our synchronized tempo
as our chorus delightfully sings through.
Vibrating heartstrings deeply now flow;
enjoying our art as if new.
Vivo! As the beat of two hearts now race.
Crescendo! Intensively, climax is reached.
Pausing in arc at this euphoric place;
echos in afterglow; encores in dreams.
Categories:
encores, art, love, romance, romantic,
Form:
Quatrain
Fling frolic fierce
Ply pretty pierce
Trade thoughtful tears
Fashion feeds fame
Troubles try tame
Niche naughty name
Leave laughter loud
Pry petty proud
Aim art aloud
Sense surreal sights
Lines linger light
Freeze-frame free flight
Fear flavours fall
Grime gifting gall
Boom blazing ball
Curves crowding curls
Use urge unfurls
Soothe sensuous swirls
Take treasured thought
Nurture nice naught
Ponder prime plot
Make movement mime
Treat tender times
Rest rowdy rhymes
Live laughter's lease
Pain plunders peace
Etch encores ease
Leon Enriquez
15 December 2014
Singapore
Categories:
encores, beauty,
Form:
Alliteration
ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE, AND ALL THE MEN AND WOMEN MERELY PLAYERS;... AND SO HE PLAYS HIS PART... LAST SCENE OF ALL,
THAT ENDS THIS STRANGE EVENTFUL HISTORY...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: 'AS YOU LIKE IT.'
I learned to face life without the concept of fear, unlike many others
weighed down in chaotic cynisism and pessimistic notions of doom.
I refused to allow anything to take firm hold of me with its druthers
or stifle me with trivialities, coloring my world in shades of gloom.
I thought of life as a stage, where I portrayed characters in productions,
donned costumes in myriads of bright kaleidoscope patterned fabrics
but I'd never been handed a written script or given acting instructions.
I portrayed a troubled teen, then played the part of a nurse in geriatrics.
There have been moments when I smiled as a comedian who's masked
and for a while my world was filled with hysteria to the point of laughter,
but when sadness touched me, it left a hollow chasm. That's when I asked
God to get me through the Apocalypse that changed the world thereafter.
It was all just a dress rehearsal in a world that had spiraled out of control.
The theatrical stage replaced with scenery, created without human flaws.
And the cacophony of voices I heard were those raised to praise and extol
God's restoration of Paradise, worthy of perpetual encores and applause.
September 21st, 2017
Eight Word Challenge-4
Host: John Hamilton
8 Words used in order of their appearance:
CHAOTIC KALEIDOSCOPE HYSTERIA HOLLOW
APOCALYPSE SPIRALED CACOPHONY PERPETUAL
Categories:
encores, future, life, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
(What Susie Did)
My sister Susie loved picking her nose
To her chagrin her little finger froze
It was stuck so far
Doc used a crowbar
Finger up nose - not a ladylike pose!
Our Mother, in a fit of Pique
At Susie's antics with her Beak
Said, "Right my girl"
And in a whirl
Grounded Susie for a Week
Resenting her fate, in bed
Rebellion sparked inside her head
When all were asleep
She'd dress and creep
Though the window and escape instead
A branch near her window hung
Which to its foliage she clung
The branch was weak
And with a shriek
She fell into a pile of Dung
The house woke up only to find
Poor Susie in a dreadful Bind
She looked quite a mess
In her state of distress
That our Mother went out of her mind
"A School for young Ladies, I'll choose"
One, her wildness, I hope will defuse
And instil, at a pace,
Deportment and Grace
To refine the coarse ways of our Suz'
Packed off to be 'Finished' she went
Determined to never repent
Despite all opinions
It's just like 'St Trinians'
And for Susie, was quite an event
Susie boarded at ‘Saint Eloise’
It was there she got covered in fleas
Once she dived in a ditch
To be rid of that itch
Oh, you should see the state of her knees!
When in the first deportment class
Poor Susie fell straight on her ‘ass’
When she exposed her behind
The other girls were unkind
So Susie began passing gas
They had to open the windows and doors
Crawl about and move on all fours
To get rid of the smell
That came straight from hell
Staff told ‘Susie’ no more encores!
Her Classmates all thought it a Hoot
When she lit the gas that she'd shoot
She then vented a Storm
That Blew up her Dorm
Which got our poor Susie the Boot
She believed she should never have gone
From the ones she depended upon
With her Mission, complete
(And a Cork placed, discreet)
Susie's Home where she'll always belong.
(Collaboration with Jan Allison)
Categories:
encores, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
What advice should I be giving?
Who am I to say anything?
I wish to convey a word or two, maybe more
As a result of what life gave me to export.
But advice I will not give you
Yet it is my mandate to share with you
Just a word or two, maybe more
For I am related to you by the love of the Lord.
How could I keep to myself His gifts
Especially those I received through hardship
Enriching me with a word or two, maybe more
Most because I met so many relatives along sea shores.
We all sail away across the seven seas
our journey through warm and cold streams
I know you too have a word or two, maybe more
To share sailing through high and low pressures encores.
Now do you see, this isn't advice, but a summon
Do you see how much we have in common?
This is just a word or to, maybe more
But sharing life with you makes me love you all the more.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 09/16/11
Categories:
encores, inspirational, life, love, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh, yes, I have heard sleep talking before.
And thankfully, it was not always me!
Although, I admit that in days of yore
I woke myself up in a talking spree.
My honey at times talks in between snores.
I smile and sit up close with my ear near.
Hoping, of course, that there will be encores,
I listen carefully so I can hear.
It takes great control to hold laughter in.
His mouth might contort or snores may sneak out.
And sometimes just waiting there makes me grin.
No matter what he says, I don’t freak out.
There are times when a battle is raging.
I see it in the tension on his face.
Wondering in silence is engaging.
Sometimes he sleeps right through concern’s embrace.
At times he starts mumbling someone’s name.
I listen closer and smile when it’s mine.
He has never mumbled something to defame.
I know that I’m his darling Clementine.
Straight faced when he mutters something funny.
Together, amusement finds his pillow
He wakes up, looks around; my sweet honey.
That moment, my laughter starts to bellow.
1/8/2017
Categories:
encores, fun, funny, humorous, sleep,
Form:
Quatrain
Two Encores
Now please don’t think me a bragger,
But, I sung on stage with Mick Jagger.
There we pouted our lips,
and we wiggled those hips.
Two encores and Superstar swagger.
Categories:
encores, fun, nonsense, nostalgia, song,
Form:
Limerick
Inhale ballets of swaying spring fragrance.
Perfumery leaps upon warm breezes,
swirling her into spingtide's guided dance~
gentle caresses, romantic teases.
Soars of bird encores sing, fresh wings flapping,
zephyr of evergreen upon each waft.
Redemption and love's lungs overlapping
sun brushed breath of lilac floating aloft.
Youth of spring rejuvenates, green abounds!
Ahh, fresh grass clipping whiffs sift through warm air.
Hugging beauty's arbor, sweetness surrounds;
climbing roses and wisteria flair.
Lilies and tulips lean into a kiss.
Breath of spring welcoming aroma's bliss!
3-12-2021
Categories:
encores, creation, flower, garden, happy,
Form:
Sonnet
Existential fear abandoned for the sake of delusion
Nuclear freeze in her heart of alchemy’s shivers
Veiled shadows dancing to the echo of silence
Intemperance sounding choral confusion of fate
Rosemary scents a bunch of renegade petals
On her journey of lone pipers on terminal bugles
Never one to retreat into apathy she shouts
Mere prophesies into winds of desperate change
Egos will shatter when the last call fades into
No man’s shelter from the trap of human demise
To listen to her mute call is too dark to resist
Entropy swishes one more throw of loaded dice
Nirvana beckons at the gate of heavenly doubt
Virulent resistance comes to the court of justice
In naked despair Rosemary gathers seedlings of hope
Revolves one penultimate time on an axis of evil
Onto pyres of satanic temptation led by the snake
Nemesis confronts agonists and die-hard villains
Mutates mutiny’s prayers into eternity’s pleas
Endless contortions spin the world as we know it
Nefarious quietude rises to a challenging saviour
Thor the God of Thunder loses patience and weeps …
Encores
nibble
violet
incandescence
roasting
onslaughts’
negation
Meander
eternity’s
novel
transmission
Eureka
Naysayers
Vanquish
Irretrievable
Revulsion
Obliterate
Nebulous
Misalignment
Expunge
Noxious
Terror
19th November 2019
Categories:
encores, dream,
Form:
Acrostic
Out with the old , in with the new
We all subject to change
It would be a shame
If you ain't Grew
Lost
Before I stop blaming the world for things I do
It isn't hard To react when you see
Your demons running loose
You disrespect the God's Law the
ask my kids why they shoot
Hundred round applause
And encores too
As the rain falls the skies still appear blue
The Lord wash away our sins
With the tears of some angels
Is that Charlie's Girl?
Dancing on them poles for strangers
The rain falls down
And she can't say no to paper
She call it sex work but she don't
Sleep with none the players
As the rain falls down you realize
your job don't make much
And she gets booked more than you
Cause your dreams aren't coming true
Now tell me really what you do
As the rain falls down
Categories:
encores, deep, desire, lust, money,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m considering becoming a circus clown
For clowns bring joy to others, it seems,
And, I shall wear a bowler made of down.
In the winter I will wear a velvet gown
From a lectern I’ll share my wildest dreams
I am considering becoming a circus clown.
Folks will ask me to entertain all around
My specialty will be inventing schemes,
And, I shall wear a bowler made of down.
For effect, I will sport a perpetual frown
I shall wear the baggiest of denim jeans
I am considering becoming a circus clown.
As a gag, I’ll make a meaningless sound
People will ask me what that noise means
And, I shall wear a bowler made of down.
For encores, I’ll say things most profound
While perfecting my entertaining routines
I am considering becoming a circus clown,
And, I shall wear a bowler made of down.
Written August 22, 2022
Categories:
encores, clothes, fantasy, fun, me,
Form:
Villanelle