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Premium Member The Diary of a Tobacco Chewer-W

“I never travel without my diary,
One should have something sensational to read”

5-4-11: I never knew about the above quote of Wilde
But an event in life taught me to keep one.

4-23-94: Let me start with the initial jotting 
A local doctor said it’s just cough, a thing seasonal

5-5-94: No cure, consulted again after two weeks 
Advised to consult an ENT specialist attached to
A Medical College Hospital.

5-8-94: Diagnosed cancer of the vocal chords
 
5-10-94: But preferred to have a second opinion 
Confirmed the first opinion and advised radiation.
The word spread in the University Campus town
In the Bohemians circle that a Wicket (Cricket) down
Heard from many mouths the fate of the tobacco chewer.

5-15-94: A friend of my son came to see me on hearing the news
He had the disease of the same type and category 10 years back
He took the radiation and there he was a positive case.

7-4-94: Started the radiation therapy of six weeks  
Resigning 4 months earlier than the regular retirement.
Along with the radiation started the nature cure therapy
And the greatest of all therapies, the rosary with HIS name.

8-12-94 the radiation machine, only one in my State went off 
Consulted the Cancer Hospital at Mumbai  
Got the reply appointment after six months.

8-22-94: Luckily the treatment restarted after 10 days
 
9-2-94: And completed the radiation course.

12-5-94: Retested and was declared cancer free.

Thus the history of trials, tribulations, tests and tobacco taste.

5-4-11: The habit is still with me even to-day.
Oh, the digit 5 could be a lucky number for me.


                       ******************
*The dates and events taken from my diary are real*. I have written
 two poems on the event
1. What Gods there were 
2. Butterfly Counts not months but moments.

Thanks, Constance, for sensational refreshing of my memories.

Dr. Ram Mehta

==============================================

Second place win in :
Contest: The Diary sponsored by Constance La France-A Rambling poet

Premium Member Doctors

Ophthalmologist
   Checked eyes
   Have styes

Proctologist
   Drop drawers
   Up yours

Plastic Surgeon
   Replace
   Plain face

Gastroenterologist
   Pass gas
   No class

Dermatologist
   All sorts
   Of warts

Audiologist
   Can't hear
   Bad ear

Dentist
   No Floss
   Gross dross

Psychiatrist
   Your bean
   Not keen

Podiatrist
   Big toe
   Must go

ENT Specialist
   Ope' maw
   Say ahhh

Allergist
   Please sneeze
   Don't wheeze

Cardiologist
   Poor bloke
   Had stroke

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved

Entry for Judy Konos' "Your Footle Poem" Contest

Premium Member Home Sweet Home - Acrostic

Home Sweet Home

Home is where your heart resides
Obliging to everyone’s needs
Memories that are made and
Embarrassed with spiritual growth

Shared with sunshine smiles 
Warm hearts and hugs 
Echoing rooms of children screaming and fighting
Eager to play hide- and- go-seek or camp in a
Tent in the living room pretending their out in the woods

Home is a place where family’s dream of little 
Ones spreading their wings 
Motivated with enlightening love and 
Encouragement  a place to feel safe 


Home Sweet Home

1/27/2016

Contest:  Home sweet home-Acrostic
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.


Reluctant Warrior

U~nbidden, the draft was upon me,
N~ewly turned from the halls of high school.
I~nspired by the Vets at the legion,
T~o enlist and become Uncle's tool.
E~xpecting to serve with distinction,
D~ogma served warm and fresh to a fool.

S~ent off as a man-child to Asia,
T~o enroll in a myopic war,
A~nd line pockets of war profiteers;
T~ransfer bleeding from wealthy to poor.
E~verything that I learned in that conflict
S~ent the message to soldier no more.

A~nd finding no reason for staying,
R~ealized that my motive and drive,
M~y labor was chosen to ensure
Y~oung soldiers would return home alive.
© Wayne Sapp  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Boots

Red-headed, brown sugar drops on nose
Taller, taller, taller he grows
Big brown eyes, braces on teeth
Wax in ears, boots on his feet


(Observing my grandson sitting in the ENT office to be told that he has some 
hearing loss from constant allergy, infections, and middle ear infections.)

Strength Infinitions

She wraps five stair steps tight in arm;
tears now dried by winds of war.
Rent in twain; two now one.
Each child feels her might,
not as the oak.
Great is strength
that has
heart.




10/07/15
Contest: Infinite Infinitions
Sponsor: Charlotte Jade Paddifoot


Premium Member Ents Are Tree-Lings That Walk and Talk

Imagine if seeds of trees hatched to Tree-lings.
Seedlings with two trunk legs and root feet
Bodies like humans covered in bark
Arm branches with finger shoots and leaves
Head with eyes, nose, ears and mouth
Like those cut into tree trunks eons ago.
Meet the Ents, pre-tree creatures,
Half-man, half-tree, destined to mature into trees.
When they are about two-score rings old and more
Their tired trunks grow roots
And Ents lose their human-like features and become just trees.

Ents can walk to establish new Ent colonies.
Ent armies can mobilize and fight against loggers
Who want to hack down their grand parents the trees.
You can stroll with an Ent on long walks through the forest
To hear their wonderful stories and legends.

Ents can talk and sing their arbor songs.
They also have ears and can hear what you say to them.
So you can talk to the trees, give them a hug
And say how much you love them.
But watch out, as Ents can be very argumentative,
Especially about how the forests are being cleared and
Roads cut through their midst, and even global warming.

Ents are too big and messy with leaf drop to invite into your home.
But they love a picnic in the open.
They hate smoke, which they fear, and so barbecues are out.
They love going to the beach where they can dip their toes and trunks.
The mangroves taught them how to swim and they love to bathe and swim about,
In the cool seawater and play with the seaweed and kelp.
They float well, and love to jump in a river and get carried downstream in the current.
They love a game of ring-around-rosy and even a maypole game.
Ents are are also very good and gentle with kids.
They love to have kids climb and play in their branches.
They are avid experts at swinging and swirling kids around their trunks.

So next time you wander through a forest
Call out "Ent, Ents can You Hear Me?"
Gently tap on trunks as you go
And don't be surprised if you hear the leaves rustle
Or hear a grumble, and see Ent eyes pop open in slits in the bark.
Ents love a chat and hug and a cuddle, and a scratch in their bark
Even when they get lazy and get rooted to the ground.

The Ents are there, you just need to believe in them and find them.

Premium Member The Diary of a Tobacco Chewer

“I never travel without my diary,
One should have something sensational to read”

5-4-11: I never knew about the above quote of Wilde
But an event in life taught me to keep one.

4-23-94: Let me start with the initial jotting 
A local doctor said it’s just cough, a thing seasonal

5-5-94: No cure, consulted again after two weeks 
Advised to consult an ENT specialist attached to
A Medical College Hospital.

5-8-94: Diagnosed cancer of the vocal chords
 
5-10-94: But preferred to have a second opinion 
Confirmed the first opinion and advised radiation.
The word spread in the University Campus town
In the Bohemians circle that a Wicket (Cricket) down
Heard from many mouths the fate of the tobacco chewer.

5-15-94: A friend of my son came to see me on hearing the news
He had the disease of the same type and category 10 years back
He took the radiation and there he was a positive case.

7-4-94: Started the radiation therapy of six weeks  
Resigning 4 months earlier than the regular retirement.
Along with the radiation started the nature cure therapy
And the greatest of all therapies, the rosary with HIS name.

8-12-94 the radiation machine, only one in my State went off 
Consulted the Cancer Hospital at Mumbai  
Got the reply appointment after six months.

8-22-94: Luckily the treatment restarted after 10 days
 
9-2-94: And completed the radiation course.

12-5-94: Retested and was declared cancer free.

Thus the history of trials, tribulations, tests and tobacco taste.

5-4-11: The habit is still with me even to-day.
Oh, the digit 5 could be a lucky number for me.

                         +++++++
May 10, 2014
Form:Free Verse

Concrete Mixer

cem                                        C O N C R E T E                                               
                   ent mixer                             M O B I L E      M I X I N G
                  truck is used                         for  c a r r y i n g  r e a d y
               mixed concrete... for               laying              foundations of
             buildings or drive ways even...... roads...         you  have  to re
           member  they can carry  tons...    it  makes        life easy if it is a
          big build... the builders love it........it saves them     time and  time
        cost money    don't laugh..... for it is not funny    they need loads ||
        to   take   home  to  honey.......the  love  of  their   lives........their ||
      darling wives... some builders are..........not married...... the young...|
      they live their lives to the full........................drinking and dancing and
     |--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
          making  l o v e. well                                what you'd do when
         y o u  were  a  p u p                               lived   life  to  the  full
            a n d   s up pe d                                   every    cup.   they
               h    a    v   e                                          the  best  time
                   making                                                    l o v e
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Something Concrete poetry contest sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
24th March 2018

Political Lexophilia

2006 Fifa World Cup, ah jump and celebrate Trinidad in it
But yuh know de saying, after joy is sorrow sh…..t
Yeah boy, all skin teeth eh laugh
Trinidadians like too much bacchanal

Band yuh belly or just eat a food nah
Behind back is dog’, before face is Mr. Dog ha!
Geographically behind God back is Switzerland
Shush! Bush have ears, corruption in Fifa and other far away land

Well there is something brewing, something cooking up
Come hell or high water America aim for control, headquarters swoop
Yuh hear comess
Corbeau doh eat sponge cake or wear dress

Ey, cut eye doh kill
Dis corruption thing is ah skill
De mark buss
De gloves are off who come fuss

Boy beat the Iron while it hot
Yuh ‘WARNER’ retire to be free ah what
Well de mango doh fall far from the tree nah
Yuh either a Havelange, a Blatter or ah ice Glazer

Doh drink tea too sweet for nobody fever
Doh cut off yuh nose tuh spoil yuh face forever
Fifa put de cart before the horse
Scandal and corruption investigation enforced

Empty vessels make de most noise
Whether partnership or independent every bread have he cheese
Remember goat doh make sheep 
So whichever leader ent going to care
He/she doh eat nice de say causing fear

I dey with dem jus come attitude about de same old stuff
Doh like tuh wok and jus loll off
I am just a simple storyteller
Political LEXOPHILIA

©Copyright June 9, 2015 by Brian PierreNasia Alexander

Nhs Cut Backs 4

The NHS has plans to save money
Which ENT consultants won’t follow
They won’t hear of budget cuts
They think the plans quite shallow
Which have got up there noses
And they find them hard to swallow

Easter (Acrostic)

E  Ternal Father God is One
A  lpha and Omega
S  ent His only Son because He loves you
T  ook the punishment for your sins
E  mptied of all life, dead
R  ose again victorious and broke the power of sin and death, Hallelujah

Television As Glorified Citizen Kane

Upon making
     the treacherous
     undertaking optimal
     poetic theme to write
dangerous, and
     arduous foray into
     spooky catacomb, I in vite,
     where fear doth 

     dill liver worst
     trek to our mailbox tonight
risking life and limb 
     at very right
angled turn
     summoning em mon ent
     mettle pluck quite
for quotidian plight,

asper hiding unseen creatures
     sealed in dark shadows
     along the edge of night
way after deep
     into nighttime hours,
     I cautiously slink
     with steely might
thru barely adequate light

even for this healthy
     as an ox good knight
relying on a Jack o'lantern
     designed jacklight
with superb vision,
     and supreme insight
steadily held above
     mine five feet and

     ten inches average height
espy spilling thru underneath
     securely eye 
     booked deal lee shut tight
locked heavy metal doors,
     a faint glimmer
    sans gaslight
possibly from blaring,

     flashing, and placating
     television screen se
essentially keeping curmudgeonly
     aged residents company,
     while reminiscent nostalgic
     "FAKE" memories take flight
as such wistful 
     foregone reflections

     upon the gift of
     a watermelon pickle excite,
viz the cobwebbed 
     whirled wide
     give "tearful", though
     pained years gone by
     blinkered back teary delight
a hermetically sealed story,

     one will never
     get ghost written, nor
     affixed with a copyright
depressingly clamped 
     down inescapable
     emotionally stagnating
     autobiographical blight.

Agnes

A t  this PC windows my dear,
G lows a cute lady that glares,
N o  webmaster have dared,
E ach time yahoo messenger is there,
S weet & cute "Agnes" bears.

I found a new love and inspiration right here.

L ost ideas and vibrations no where,
O h!...my Creator thanks for all cares, 
V ents of mind that virtual world geared,
E go, dismay, surpassed out!

Y eah! L-O-V-E …reckons within,
O uch!..  sad memories...farewell!!
U tmost self understanding virtually gains.

V ent over those lonely days,
E ar, eyes, heart, which hurt more,
R egrets not though we're far apart,
Y outh and future we jointly carved.

M erry go round! my heart chased,
U nlikely to believe but drum beats,
C ome all ye and witnesseth.
H ow I care Tacloban, Leyte love cheers!

Premium Member Thanksgiving With the Clan

T ake home a plump turkey and invite him for the night
H ave plenty of cornbread stuffing to do him up right
A sk grandpa, grandma, uncle, and aunts too
N eighbors can come if they don’t bring a crew
K itchen reeks with homemade pies in the oven
S ure smells sweet, lots of home cooked loven
G ather the clan at the table for a blessing
I gnoring everyday life that was depressing
V ent to God what life dealt you throughout the year
I nclude thanks for every armed force volunteer
G iving freedom of choice to every new pioneer 

D ivide the tribes into a flag football game rouse
A fter quiet digestion of the entire house
Y ield to a fun sport in a gaming carouse

Copyright © 2010  By Caryl S. Muzzey

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