Best Especially Poems
She’s as dry as a woman can be
No longer wet from dribbling wee
She’s got 'Tom' in her pants
She can run, she can dance
No more leaks, she is now so carefree
30th March 2015
Sing a song of sickness after a barrel full of rye
Two men drank the whiskey and soon they were pie eyed
They woke up in a prison cell; their heads began to ring
Now they know the consequences too much alcohol can bring
Sadly in their drunken state they’d got into a fight
Bill gave Ted a left hook - he looked a sorry sight
When their hangovers were over they stood before the law
Each received a hefty fine and now their heads are sore!
San Woo challenged me to write a parody of her favourite nursery rhyme ... sing a song of sixpence
10~02~16
Dark, black, midnight in my cup.
Cream is light, especially sweet.
Hot, warm, rekindle Winter’s mug.
Bitter chill, biting, nipping at heels.
“Baby it’s cold outside” teeny trees.
Tenderness handled in warm grip.
The pour fell into the cold-temp cup.
Warmth filled every space, then
my lips, my tongue, inside cheeks;
fills cherry mountains below eyes.
A caffeinated prescript aft’ “ahh,”
and Boston brown “molasses” bread.
America’s on a limousine roll
with presidential flags waving.
Transfer of power, balancing -
perhaps we can all be friends, again.
I hate every living thing.
Animals only have their instinct
which is why some of them are extinct.
The only thing they know is that they should mate and eat
the reason behind them ending up in hunters’ pit.
Some plants have some spiky thorn
that can make all who touches, mourn.
It can also contain something poisonous
even though it looks edible and delicious.
But I hate human beings most of all.
For humans, at times, may not use their brain
that can put mindless animals to shame.
Some can only continuously give their love and trust,
hurting themselves again and again like in their past.
They can be vicious and hurtful
making others feel like an idiot and a fool.
Some may seem wonderful and pretty
but rotten attitude is what they have, truly.
Though I must say human beings are blessed.
They can look as magnificent as a gorgeous buck.
Luckily, they have brains so they won’t suck.
They can be as sweet as the smell of carnations.
And they were well-endowed with emotions.
Like all flowers, people can beautifully bloom.
They can be anything, maybe find a wife or groom.
How I wish that ‘we’ would maximize our potential.
Cause, as you can see, we, human beings, are special.
Form:
EVERYTHING WAS CREATED BY THE ALMIGHTY MAN
FOR EVERYTHING TO BE CONTROLLED AND ROLLED BY MAN
THE FOWLS, THE CREATURES, THE EARTH
EVERY LIVING AND NONE LIVING THINGS MAN
SO WHY ON EARTH THE MAN DEM SIT DOWN ON THE STREET CORNER ONLY WANT TO
SMOKE, DRINK AND BUSS GUN MAN.
WHILE THE LAND THAT WAS FRUITFUL AND NUTRISHING A DRY UP MAN.
AND A DEM SAME ONE A TALK BOUT, “NOTHING NA GONE.”
AND IS NOT EVEN LAST YEAR, NOR LAST WEEK, BUT A EVERYDAY MAN.
“SPECCC! NICE LADY, SPARE ME A MINUTE NO MAM.
HEY! I CAN GIVE YOU THE WORLD YOU KNOW MAM!”
RIGHT AWAY YOU AND I KNOW A PLAN HIM A PLAN TO THIEF TO MIND A NEXT MAN
WOMAN
AND ALL DEM CONCERN IS TO SAMBLE THE PAM-PAM
AND CAN’T EVEN AFFORD TO BUY A CONDOM MAN
MEN! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU MAN?
YOU DON’T REALIZE THAT TECHNOLOGY IS INCREASING MAN
AND YOU A SELL YOURSELVES MAN
FIRM UP YOURSELVES, EDUCATE YOURSELVES AND BECOME AN INTELLIGENT MAN
STOP! WASTE TIME SMOKING, DRINKING, SHOOTING AND KILLING MAN
AND BECOME THE NEW GENERATION, OF A RIGHTEOUS MAN
Form:
My thanks to my fans and fannies on Soup
You're appreciated by this old poop
For gracious comments so kind
Verse to stimulate the mind
You are a first rate literati group
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved (9 Jan 2012)
Placed No. 2 in Carol Brown's "What I Love Most About Poetry Soup" Contest
January 2012
Amelia she loves to chat and tells an amusing story
But dear readers BEWARE – this one’s a little gory
She worked long hours at night as a barmaid
It was a job she loved and good wages she got paid
She’d had a busy day and her pits were a little whiffy
So she had a little bath – it would only take a jiffy
So into the bath Amelia got, she sank into the bubbles
But this was only the beginning of Amelia’s troubles
Amelia did a little fart but unfortunately followed through
And in the bath was floating a little bit of poo
Amelia got out quickly and left the bath to drain
But unbeknown to her the turd it did remain
She got dressed and ready to go - she had to get her lift
To the pub she loved to work in she always enjoyed her shift
With the customers Amelia was always a big hit
She didn’t let on her secret that in the bath she’d done a little poop*
But it was a Wednesday night and a quiz was on this day
Amelia she loved this challenge and she would always play
The final question stumped many people but they wanted to be the winner
Which barmaid crapped in the bath tonight and could they name the sinner?
The one in the white t-shirt some of the customers did shout
Amelia went as red as a beetroot- she couldn’t wait to get out
But the customers they did shout and cheer
And poor Amelia had to pour them another beer
Now Amelia no longer works in the bar
She works as a receptionist – she’s really come far
She loves her new job and always likes to talk
But to stop her following through now she always wears a cork.
· I had to change this from the S*** word as I know swearing is not allowed – but the expletive does make the poem flow better.
Jan Allison
19th March 2014
~submitted for contest Take 2 Free poetry contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud ~
- Unplaced in contest 'tickle my funny bone' sponsored by Francine Roberts ~
~ Please see notes about this poem ~
The ladies all love me, well, they they love my parts
Have to fend them off with a stick, their love's off the charts
No big surprise
With my two crossed eyes
And a body to die for especially my large naughty parts
Pale Reflection of the Color of Life
Clear Vision of Evaded Memories
Time is Unstoppable when it does not seem to Move
Love is Painful when it Cares the most
Hopeless Decisions feed the Pain...Especially Now
A Dark Night caters to the Conscience
New feelings that must be Old
Restlessly waiting for Nothing to change
Informed of the Unawareness
Darkness surrounds this Light...Especially Now
Fading thoughts of Dark Years
Close friend Far away
Quiet screaming invades the Noise
Desperation is Unheard
The Night goes on and The Edge bears laughter...Especially now
- an abstract write of an abstract evening
Good Friday Gratitude to Settlers
Columbus gave it lip service
He loved the Virgin Mary
Almost knew Jesus Christ
Could not have had the Holy Spirit Fire
Today, or any hour of night and day,
Brian Houston’s Ministry covers the Globe
With youth singing out heart and soul
To Christ, though disguised in flesh, Creator
Himself, always meant to bring us closer
As I sing daily with Brooke Ligertwood,
“What a Beautiful Name It Is, The Name of Jesus.”
Now, Rodney, that brother
Knows the Holy Spirit (Rodney Howard-Browne)
Missionary to America in 1984
Started holy fires in Brownsville, Toronto Airport, the Garden
Who would have known it in 1492 and 1652?
God is still on the throne
Knew it when he prepared Africa for Howard-Browne
It is always right to give thanks
(If only to see how God sees)
More: gratitude reshapes history;
Saved me tons in therapy
We love forgiveness, and from Jesus,
But we justify NOT forgiving "our favorite enemy!"
That's the big picture ... now the small picture:
My mother bleeds; your sisters & families bleed
And our grand-daddies slaved away on ships and plantations
And some were called the worst names …
(And what do you think our sins did to Jesus?)
God is always urging we sing with Brian, Brooke, Rodney, and Hillsong
What a beautiful Name It Is
The name of Jesus Christ My King
Nothing can stand against
This powerful Name is your shield and buckler
(It has been my Healer, more than any teacher or doctor)
Never leave home (or your marriage) without Jesus
Our Loving Abba-Father
Who turns every bad day into Good Friday
He who spoke beauties into life
Dies daily to save His creatures, even this selfish man,
For the Fire of Spirit inside each man and woman
Must be unleashed for a New Heaven-New Earth ...
Jesus was willing to count on me. And you?
.
...Actually polish with a furniture polish...
Not use it as an air freshener.
...Notice the surrounding wildlife...
Pick any room of your house.
...Finally do laundry...
And separate the colors.
...Strike up a conversation...
With that wrong number.
...Assign page numbers...
To the Internet.
...Watch a special on Hawking theories...
Then call the BBC to argue a point.
...Write a nonsensical toss-off...
Next day, it still makes sense.
You're absolutely Human...
.
especially you
I love the way
you love me
I love you
cos I can always
fly in your humour
you keep me high
all time with your
love and care
I got a lot love before
but you I can't do without
yes
especially you
especially you
blow up my heart so
I can live to live again
is yours especially for you
in this atmosphere
of love there is no blues
without your presence
your love is a force of nature
baby
it drives a man like me insane
I have been in too many love
yet this one is above what it
use to be
you are the source
you are special
and if I could make a choice
you are the choice
yes
especially you
especially you
take me to your mountain
I will climb with you
take me to the top
of your hills
i will stand with you
take me to you seas of
love
I will blue along with you
take me to your heart
and I will make it beat better
am in love cos you yes you baby
you make me high
your love is a nature force
it drives me insane
while I fly along with you
no ones else but you
yes
especially you
especially you
you keep killing me softly
your beauty don't only
lies outwards
I was shock to behold
how beautiful you are
inside
and that especially drives me
insane
cos I have never find for a very
long time this kind of inner
beauty
now you see why you are special
now you see why you drive a man
like me insane
no one else makes me
write this poem
but you yes
especially you
In a beautiful garden long, long ago
Creator God made a man
Man on his own alone was only half the plan
So Creator God made him a woman
And that is how it all began
In a garden called Eden
Way, way down in time
Creator God made a Wally
Wally on his own was only half the plan
So Creator God made him an Audrey
And that is how it all began
In a place called New Zealand
When Wally met Audrey
Creator God smiled down
For in finding Audrey, he had unearthed his treasure
What Creator God had planned for his pleasure
And when Audrey became his wife
Creator God's favour flowed in his life.
Audrey made them a happy home
Filled with blessings from Heaven's Throne
She, her husband's crown, worth far more than jewels
Wove into their Life Loom sunlight, flowers and colors
Skillfully, prudently, carefully reading the pattern
Making their home to others a lantern.
Creator God blessed this man and wife
With children and wonderful grand-children
One to play sweet music, one to act in the play
And all to share love, fun and laughter
To glory Creator God, their Master.
And to them on a warm, clear Sapphire Auckland evening
We gather together to say
We wish you now a very special Wedding Anniversary today
Looking forward to another Golden Morning
When we can wish you again,
May you have many more years together under the sun
To cherish every special moment
Since Creator God made you both one!
Nine solid months of changes, you carried me
While I am in your womb, You take care for me
Your shape, I unshaped
Your stamina, I weaken
With every food you intake, I partake
With every emotions, I feel you too
With every movement, we both sway
With everything, together you and me
Mama, That I used calling you
Eight to how many hours you labor
That I do not specifically know now
All I know is that you love me so
(Mama, I love you too... )
Together, we go to window shops
Guiding me you never ever stop
To my heartbreaks, you, ready to mend
To my winnings, kudos, you always send
I love you my dearest mama!
Though I don't tell you this much
Evermore to your every touch,
I am so deeply attach!
By:
olive_eloi
12:22pm
02/04/2014
Tomorrow my dear girl,
Lord has heard thy cry,
Immanuel will be with you,
For he is the everlasting life.
Form: