Best Entertain Poems
I
Love
Writing
Poetry
My words flow freely
Once my brain gets into the groove
If possible I try my best to write with humour
Because laughter is the best medicine … and it is much cheaper than a prescription!
3~08~15
Contest – Fibonacci – Rob Carmack
Checked with how many syllables 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21
~awarded 15th place~
(A Carnival Barker)
There’s no shame in my game,
I write to entertain
This is from my upcoming book
that has no name.
Poetry that entertains.
I am the halftime show
always ready to go...
A delightful distraction,
sharing that verbal interaction.
I’m a good time on two feet
An Army of one.
And a legend in progress...
As history repeats itself,
and criminal’s return
to the scene of the crime.
I like reciting my poetry
before an audience
each and every time.
My name is Bobby K,
and I am
The Poor Man’s Poet.
Another wizard of the word
that live in Williamsburg.
I appear before you
like an apparition on a mission.
Reaching deep
within your intellect,
bringing forth knowledge
in the form of old
forgotten memories,
that become epiphanies.
Making you aware,
that you now know
what you didn't know
a moment ago.
Here tonight, right now
in this room,
I am a little man
among poetic giants.
A veritable light weight
in the power of the word.
But as I'm relatively new
in the history of poetry.
You'll have to forgive me
as I find myself at fault,
for being wise
within my ignorance...
My name is Bobby K,
and I am The Poor Man's Poet.
I’ve made my choice for my next life
I’m coming back fierce as a drag queen
I’ll be osé and voluptuous
flamboyantly vivacious
in stilettos and seductive gowns
wigs of lush luscious curls
belting out steamy tunes
on stage in cabarets
strutting my stuff
impersonating divas
living life large
as it is meant to be
with a passion that’s ferocious
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on April 15, 2020
The Summers were hot in the suburbs of our city,
We had a small sandy yard, a few toys and a kitty.
It was just me and my brother ages four and six,
We tried to dig to China with a shovel and sticks.
Into the hole my brother presses down his ear,
Be quiet little sister for I am trying to hear.
Running to mom shouting, I hear people talking,
Dig further down son, you might see them walking.
How grand our mother was, able to keep us entertained,
Though times were hard, we never heard her complain.
My children live in luxury with every electronic game,
If I told them to dig to China, they'd think I was insane.
Author Eileen Clark 2022
Movies that we see
Give us exciting highs
Romance,horror,thrills
Ma'tters not how good,bad be.
Give us exciting highs
Entertain us do
Mat'ters not how good,bad be.
Leaving thoughts awry.
Entertain us do
Yes this do all the time
Leaving thoughts awry
In varied ways and that's fine.
Yes this do all the time
Romance,horror,thrills
In varied ways and that's fine
Movies that we see.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
October, 14,2014
"The sounds of Earth Is the Music of my Soul"
Earth Seeks to Entertain
No sound pleases me like falling rain.
When it drums on my roof
It banishes my every pain.
Its little drops both cheer and sooth.
When it hisses majestically out there
And I'm keeping warm indoors
It makes me want to show I care
And I thank the heavens, its source.
Thunder also talks to me
Whether it growls, rumbles or cracks.
Of greatness an epitome
Alone such awesome power packs!
Waterfalls are no less wondrous,
Especially when they are multiple.
Their clamour is continuous,
Playing for us a natural fiddle.
Out in the veld when I hear a croak
From the husky throat of a crow
It dresses my soul like a cloak
And I think: "What a show!"
There's a myriad of healthful sounds
That Earth seeks to entertain with.
The list of these knows no bounds:
Sounds of Earth that scare or sooth!
Date written: 8/20,2022
Contest: Writing Challenge - Let Your Muse be Inspired
- R Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
(Pantoum)
Movies that we see
Give us exciting highs
Romance,horror,thrills
Ma'tters not how good,bad be.
Give us exciting highs
Entertain us do
Mat'ters not how good,bad be.
Leaving thoughts awry.
Entertain us do
Yes this do all the time
Leaving thoughts awry
In varied ways and that's fine.
Yes this do all the time
Romance,horror,thrills
In varied ways and that's fine
Movies that we see.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
November,26,2014
Mockingbirds' entertainment
As the sunrises
Underneath cobalt skies
Sending forth yellow muted beams
Into a world of mankind's silence
Pecan trees' young tender leaves
Have filled out, matured, color deepened
Darkness still fills the woods
As woodpecker comes to life
Fragrance of magnolia blossoms
Floats upon cool morning air
It's scent and gardenia intersect
Surrounding my nose with delight
The cool air is quite still
There is no susurration in the trees
Only the sound of songbirds
A chorus radiates from each tree
The sound of mankind traveling
Two cars come up the road
Speeding along in confidence
Going to work or home~ who knows
Thank you, God
For time out on the porch
A few minutes to commune with You and nature
Help me to make it through this day
Doing what I can
vaudeville stepped off the stage
and leapt into the living room
with hot topic-tuned antenna views
shy ventriloquists turned from radio
to television with a vision to be seen
juggling with eye-catching
candle-, duck-, and ten-, pins
off the bowler skids in aerial suspension
abracadabra handlers saw their guests -
half of them enjoyed their shows
hats and canes spinning, shoes tapping
all the old variety - hosts rolling eyes
acrobats rose above them all -
the fall guys, the masters of the skies
Marx, Burns, Allen, Fields, Benny
broke their audience records
showcase of holidays and war
in time with comedy and lyrics
The good old daze
replaced by supersonic, telephonic-cell
(the farmer in the dell throws down his pitchfork
to watch)
to hock back the latest, greatest craze
of series, not to purge, but to binge
staying carefully away from Burnett, Sonny and Cher,
Donny and Marie, and Ed.
drooping eyes spring glasses,
a glass of red or white…
elsewhere, the hypothalamus of the kids,
impacted by Squiddy, Stampy and CaptainSparklez
5/25/2023
He can entertain himself for hours
We saw what she meant when we spied on him
He was four, the ideal age for garnishing make believe
He doesn’t need toys? We asked his mother
He creates worlds out of his imagination, she replied.
Give him sticks, moss, leaves, a feather or two.
It is amazing what he will do with them.
He came in for lunch but barely had time to talk.
I am building a zoo and a circus out there, he told us.
The ringmaster is annoyed that I came in for lunch.
What kinds of animals do you have in your zoo?
Llamas, penguins, polar bears and dragons, he said.
I remembered for a minute that I used to be able to do this.
Create my own world with bits of fluff I found on the ground.
I wanted to run out there and play with him, so asked.
Sure, he said, but you have to watch out for the ring master.
He has a mean temper. I figured I could handle him.
They wait their turn,
Watching from the sidelines.
Cheerfully chattering, they speak,
Perhaps of weather.
Then suddenly they’re off!
Swooping down, they glide,
Wings extended in crucifix,
They brake. Alighting softly
Onto the pavement.
Here there are seeds scattered.
Tossed each day by a frail hand
From the porch above.
There is a bond here. An understanding.
Food for song.
Cheaper than cable TV,
At times more entertaining.
They finish now. They’ve had their fill.
They launch together,
Land together,
Watch and wait together,
From the bushes at the side
Of the pavement below the porch.
Tomorrow the hand will come again
To pay them for their song.
When mom is busy
We engage in a task not so easy
We entertain the baby
With action packed stories or lullaby
Stories all of our making
Sound packed tales keep him from sleeping
We rack our brain to relate a new one each day
Which the baby listens while he lay
Picking parts of stories well known
phantom ,superman n Robinhood justice have shown
A mixture of all keeps him occupied
If all is ok mama has always spied
Snuggling close to the baby we liked
Our demands for this duty we always hiked
These moments are etched in my mind
The likes of which now are hard to find.
could you take off your clothes and amuse me?
i've been needing to laugh all day
i broke my shoe, got caught in the rain, and locked my keys in the car
and now i just want to laugh at you
so get yourself naked and put on your boots with a big fluffy hat
dance in circles then bend over and pick up that
now put all your clothes back on and don't forget your things
please lock the door behind you when you leave
‘Here come some more of them
Plenty of little kids too
Time to put on our funny faces
Entertain them for a while’
‘Chase each other round and round
Make lots of high-pitched sounds
Swing from vine to vine, almost falling
Miraculous recoveries our signature calling’ ...
Like clowns in a circus, they put on quite a show
Yet what’s in a monkey’s heart, no one really knows
They came to entertain us…high school students from St. Augustine
They came to dance…and I have to say their dancing was anything but routine.
And they were beautiful, these students, they came in all shapes and kinds
most of them were deaf…and a few of them were blind.
I saw the joy upon their face…never once did I see fear
as they danced…and performed together…to music they could not hear.
I love to experience moments when my consciousness expands
like watching students who couldn’t hear…dance…while singing with their hands.
I love Spanish, French and Italian…romance languages not to be missed
but I wonder…is it possible to add sign language to that list.
Spanish, French and Italian are pleasing to the ears…which comes as no surprise
but signing is the only language that’s pleasing to the eyes.
There was a point in their performance when one of the students just by chance
put his two hands out in front of me and invited me to dance…
I could hear the music playing…I even knew the song
so I threw off my inhibitions and happily went along.
I forgot, however, I have no rhythm…the best I can do is prance
but the young deaf boy was patient and he showed me how to dance.
And though he didn’t improve my rhythm…he got me dancing to the beat
and I discovered the joy of music wasn’t in my ears or the joy of dancing in my feet.
As I tried to follow his movements…as I tried desperately to keep pace
I found the joy in me that moment could be found upon my face….
We all enter this world with certain limitations as well as certain gifts
And as I sat back down in my chair it made me wonder if…
The purest joy of life…as these students so easily express
Is to never take for granted the wonders we possess.