Best Ery Poems
Very many years ago,
In the land of rich men called NO,
Bobo, a poor man, had nowhere to go,
"Give me a little space to stay", he pleaded, but lo,
"Your place is out of the city," they shooed him and so,
Outside he stayed in sun, rain and snow,
Rainbows glowed, stars shone, sun rays blazed on NO and Bobo.
Reality was - All the people
In the land of NO
Benefited Out of Bobo's Woes;
For when Bobo died, (and 'twas soon)
The heavens cried, (so did stars, sun and moon)
All lights stopped shining, (darkness invaded)
The men started whining, (fear pervaded)
The rich men died, (one by one)
No one did abide, (no, not one)
NO was no more NO without poor Bobo;
The rich did never know that HE had been their Rainbow.
03/30/17
Looking at your misshapen little red face,
only a mother can appreciate the beauty when seeing her
very precious baby for the first time.
Eyes filled with happy tears as I
looked at your blonde hair and blue eyes and
inspected your tiny little fingers and toes.
Never had I seen a more beautiful child –
everything about you was simply perfect!
Soon you were sleeping peacefully,
safe in the arms of your adoring mother.
Contest: Loveliness Acrostic
Sponsor John Hamilton
submitted to Any Acrostic of 10 to 12 lines Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
02~15~16
A pple pies, that's what I want to bite.
B egging my mom: "Mommy please, please..", as I
C ome closer to her..
D ancing a little to the left and right;
E very move a way to tempt my mom
F or that sweet delicious pie..
G iving her a kiss to her lips. And
H ugs so tight.. Finally,
I ris, my mom, said yes, yes we go and buy
J umping thrice for I am happy and thrilled, I
K not my arm to my mom's.
L ovingly, not wanting any other mom.
M oving fast as we could to buy not one or two but a plentitude of pies.
N oting, how generous is my mom for I was just asking for one.
O ven-fresh, my mouth waters as I smell the apple pies.
P icking one piece,
Q uickly, I took a luscious large bite.
R ich rumble rush of savory pie
S ated my appetite.
T aunting me to take more! more!
U nder my mom's gaze, Again I eat and eat.
V ery delicious, I said to my mom
W idening my grin and giving thumbs up.
X eric is my throat, I drink and drink.
Y ummy! So yummy, that I eat four pies in a row.
Z ipper of my pants, my oh my, I hardly can close!
*** Xeric means dry.
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Sponsor Carol Eastman '
Contest Name Your favorite Poem Contest
© O. E. Guillermo
9:36PM
October 10, 2014
T aking a revered bow, I convey my Gratitude
H IS grandeur, blessed are we together or in solitude
A ll days HE is omnipresent, bestowing Bliss
N ailing the sinners, hailing pious with peace
K eeping the equilibrium between Good and Evil
S ilently guiding Soul to see HIM piercing ignorance's veil
G oing rarely berserk with Natural Calamity
I ndicating HIS Orders are breached with impunity
V ery benevolently sharing HIS treasure
I n joy and sorrow always there to share
N ever ignoring prayers when need arises
G ranting wish when spiritually one rises
D evotion to HIM, Soul liberates for all times
A theist gets trapped in Life-Death cycle for crimes
Y elp one may, HIS way remain same for ALL, at ALL times
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Poem Featured on November 7, 2010
( Entry for Members Contest - Thanksgiving Day by Danne Ann Smith-Johnsen)
M-aster plan of salvation
H-as to bring all creation together;
I-n heaven and on earth
N-ew day is shining
E-ver.
P-art of God's overall plan
R-eminds you when Christ was dead;
O-ne true fold you ought to know,
C-hosen ones whom the Lord is
Y-our head.
V-ery good plan of God
I-s to save you from His wrath;
L-et His greatest love
L-ead you to the right path.
A-bound in your hope,
F-aith and love in the Father;
U-ntil the day of judgment,
E-ternal life is for the believer.
R-ise of the sun has begun,
T-enth May early dawn;
E-ndorsing the true message, master plan of salvation.
A llegiance to no other VICE except a NEW YORK CITY ATTITUDE
B oroughs Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan, Queens and Staten island, take your pick
C ity that never sleeps
D isown your chewing gum on the sidewalk
E mpire state of mind is what you develop when living in NYC
F REAKS and freedom come out at night
G et the gusto and GO!
H arlem is where you need to be when converging in NEW YORK CITY
I n New York City manners are not usually common placed
J ust watch the closing DOORS, you'll be OK
K nowing an URBAN LEGEND is a prerequisite to NYC living
L eft FOOT losers lurk around EVERY other corner
M ost New Yorkers are always rushing off to work at rush hour then rushing back home
N ightlife, NEON lights and honking horns
O nly alliances are with other NYC loving metropolitans
P olice are there to assist (unless you need assistance)
Q uietness is not an option
R ising repeatedly to early morning blaring fire engines and loud radio playing
S taten Island ferry or would you rather the Statue of Liberty?
T imes Square New year eve testimonial, NYC for real!!
U nder no circumstances are you to ever AGITATE (piss off) a NYC police officer
V ery energized New Yorkers (metropolitans) visiting Broadway
W hy does NYC have a subway system? For tourists of course!
X marks the spot, you are HERE.
Y ou a New Yorker?
Z estfully going along for the ride. TAXI!!
This hype is NYC stereotype. ONLY IN NEW YORK. NYC IS a great place to visit and maybe you'd wanna live there. You GETTIN' in that TAXI?! New York City Baabee!!
THAT'S real. YOU GOTTA PROBLEM?!
Have you ever hear an angel speak
Every day an
Angel will speak to me
Very softly
Even when I want to sleep
Nearly all the time
Loving words she does speak
Yelling never to me
Angels are all around
Never knowing when I will need their help
Giving me protection
Every hour of the day
Loving and kind they are to me
Date Written: 12/7/2021
3 Place
Type of Poem: Acrostic
Theme: # 2. Angel
''A'' Forms, New Poems Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
T o all the friends who
H ave supported me,
A day is dedicated.
N ot only were you
K eeping me in your prayers, but
S ending uplifting thoughts my way,
G iving me hope when
I could find none within, during
V ery stressful times.
I toast your friendship
N ow and always ,
G rateful for your loving ways.
D o you know how much it meant
A s you stood by my side?
Y our support, my friends, I will never forget.
*For Dane Ann's Thanksgiving Day Acrostic contest
ered, just like I would be if I ever found myself in Gossip Girl’s contrived version of New York
City’s upper east
side on a (b)lust
ery day and I saw prettily-pressed preppy clothes clinging to the perfect pie
l (skin in Spanish. Duh. Who doesn’t (k)now
that?) of Chuck
Bass, the hottest fictional character ever to grace a fashion-forward, self-destructive-lifestyle-
glamorizing teenage
soap opera. Granted, frost
bite has a better personality than Chuck Bass, but ahh… sigh…he still drives me loca.
There. That digression has kept me from going completely loca
but don’t think my unrequited lust
for Chuck Bass has in any way diminished my unrequited lust for a pseudo-intellectual Frost/
Nixon movie discussion party. Ha! I jest. Of course I mean for a frosted sugar cookie. So
let’s ditch this piece of
pie,
go searching for a sugar cookie, and end this Chuck
Palahniuk-esque multiple personality disorder now.
Don’t worry. This won’t take long. I’ve got an (echo)loca(tion) ability for sugar cookies like
bats have for bugs.
“What about the pie?”
you ask, “We can’t just waste it because of your irrational lust(y) cravings.” I know you’re
right so I strike a
compromise. While you’re lacing up your Chuck
Taylors, I patiently allow the waitress to box up the pie as a possible post-frosted sugar
cookie supplement, even
though if we had abandoned the pie, I’d be bathed in beautiful frosted sugar cookie-ness by
now.
M y special place
A nd special day
R eserved for you
I n the night I pray
L ying adrift
Y our gated home
N o place to go
B eside your throne
U pon sacred ground
C hrist scripted stone
H allowed be thy name
A nd a note, you've moved on
N ot your funny words
A nd your heart of gold
N ot the love we shared
A ccept the vessel, that freed your soul
F orever memories
R eminiscent of the days
I n younger times
E ven our separate ways
N ever to forget
D uring your last days
I felt the tears upon our face
N ot saying goodbye
H oping for another day
E very word you spoke
A nother memory paved
V ery often you would say
E veryday you fought to stay
N o other than family could touch you that way!!!
"A friend in heaven"
We miss you so much!!!
RIP Marilyn 8/17/2013
Like a bird that is free One may come back or just be
Very hard if your love does not return
Everyone in life must learn
Date Written:9/29/2021
1 Place
Note: Acrostic Rhyme
SOMETHING OLD SOMETHING NEW Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
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Set It Free
Love~Set It Free Only when it comes back to you is it meant to be Very hard when love does not return Everyone has been in this class to learn
Date Written: 9/2/2021 Note: Acrostic Rhyme
One World, One Love
O ver and over we dream of
N ever ending happiness with
E ternal earthly peace and harmony
W ondrous as it may seem
O nly a short time remains
R elative to the indefinite past
L ove's power will supplant this
D iabolical system of animosity
O ur hearts are burning with
N ascent yearnings for our
E motional release from distress
L ove will soon obliterate hate
O ne world, living together under one government of love
V ery soon it will be humanities reality
E very day pray, for one world, one love.
August 13, 2016
Dotard Trumpery used to disgust the "ery" excrescence ending his surname,
for apocope he approached Megan Trump and poached her maiden name,
to which Joshua Trump, her son naming after her, dare no longer lay claim,
because from then on he was reduced to campus bullies' fair game.
Pretending to be placatory, Dotard Trumpery had to invite
Joshua Trump to the Slayer-Of-The-Union site.
Trumpery, standing on his rock-and-roll rostrum, spieled song and dance,
Trump, seated off his opposite nostrum, cast ahead no glance;
Trumpery, haranguing high, may presume to be contagious,
Trump, lolling low, just continued to be contumacious;
Trumpery, in skittish stance, legs to prance,
Trump, in stolid trance, his head askance;
Trumpery, right hot, opened his mouth to smear shutters with sputter soars,
Trump, left cold, shut his eyes lest they be crisscrossed by sordid sores.
Impersonating Trump, Trumpery violated Trump's right of name;
Impugned due to Trumpery,Trumpp suffered long dark campus time.
trumpery blatherskite.
M y destiny is in seeing that the
Y outh of this world learns about the customs of
D escendants long gone.
I t's in remembering their ancestors struggles that they can get to the
V ery core of having any real order or justice
I n their lives.
N ot
E very child will adhere to the
P arents' truth however. My
R eaction to utter disobedience can
O nly be to allow an ending of
P eace in order for you to see that the order of the
H eavenly Gods is the only true way to live on
E arth.
C ustoms and traditions of the past is the true way of living, my
Y outhful mortals!
V ery kind
I n to so many things
R eally fun
G rand personality
O ut going