Best Few Poems
The numbers spike ever higher
Tiny sparks now raging fires
The unseen killer makes his rounds
Headaches throb, chests pound
Streets deserted, sidewalks too
I wear a mask at home with you
A nation's nightmare, no end in sight
Few believe it'll be alright
As thephilosopher readies for his p soup anniversary
Remembering he found this place last Christmas Day
Surely the best gift he did receive
Now for some holiday fun, DON”T LEAVE
Denise Narayadu I can't end the line with her name
To mispronounce it with a bad rhyme would be a shame
Her writing has very much intrigued me
In her poems often it's myself that I see
Of Anne Lise Andressen what can I toast
She's in a contest of which Debbi G is the host
Of who Santa Clause is her knowledge has a lack
If she asked I could easily have told her it's Jack
I mean look at Jack, white beard, hair a jolly feller
If my put my original line here, I'd be locked in a cellar
Any American could mistake Canada for the north pole
It's cold, I've never been there and at times there's a lot of snow
Jack Ellison in his Santa role this time of year
Oh from the straight and narrow often does he veer
Constant approval from the p soup ladies, I know he smiles
If I was Santa his naughty list would stretch for miles
Andrea D secretly a hater of the Villanelle
That’s atrocious what’s my basis you say
She hosted a contest and a thousand forms she will allow
BUT a max of 12 lines leaves me saying CHINGADO
PD, the SWEETEST poet destroyer she told me
A philosopher asks how sweet a destroyer can be
The poet in me reads her work with much confusion
The imagery addicting but my understanding a delusion
Becca Lucas the girl who lost her muse
If she had schizophrenia she may have several to lose
However several other problems this would pose
If one of them was mean I may be a victim of her prose
FJ Thomas gave me the wonderful gift of the Fibonacci
She might deserve a song but my muse isn’t Liberace
She wrote the Art of Being Broken, a deep piece but not long
Did some guy really leave a comment quoting a poison song
And finally I will close with Richard Lamoureux
If you haven’t seen his clerihew read it TODAY
Quiet humorous, he pokes fun with affection
His first clerihew was a work of perfection
Yes on a few new names Wayland did call
Unfortunately he still hasn’t got to them all
Some he intentionally won’t mention
It’s Christmas Eve and he seeks no dissention
He is "half a bubble off of centre"
More than "A few bricks short of a load"
He is not a Prince worth kissing
He is more of an ugly toad.
Some think he is "Rock Solid"
A veritable "Mountain of a man"
Instead he's a snake Replacing a ladder
Nothing but a "flash in the pan"
You'll have to "hit the nail on the head"
For "he's not the sharpest tack in the box"
If you don't want this jerk to catch you
I recommend "pulling up your socks
If you think I was "born yesterday"
Or "I've got nothing to lose"
Instead of "Drinking the koolaide"
You musta been guzzlin the booze
For I am "the man of your dreams"
Look my way I'm "Love at first sight"
Forget that other "good for nuttin" fella
I'll "rock your world" "forever, a day and a night!"
There are a lot of word Smiths on this site
Who pen good poems that are out of sight
Its likened to attending a beautiful feast
Or eating good bread with just enough yeast
However, I must point out, and it's not a myth
I am in no way, shape, or form a word, Smith
But, I marvel at the talented people here
Viewing their various poems fills me with cheer
I am forever thankful I found Poetry Soup
This community is such a fantastic group
Finding the gift of words saved my life
It rescued me from heartache and strife
So, although I don’t cross every “ T” nor;
Do I dot every “I” writing means much more
I know some could care less about my poetry
It’s ok, well all have different tastes, you see
However, we must respect one another
By not saying nasty things to each other
Isn’t this lovely site about sharing poetry?
The backbiting needs to stop; It’s no mystery
Amid a few bad apples on this amazing site
This will always be a place for me to write
Alexis Y.
08/18/2022
Is that your son by his mother's side?
When he calls you daddy, do you beam with pride?
Are you building memories of a lifetime, Jack?
You're a lot like me----------a few years back.
Is that your little girl? Would you stop for a while?
Been quite some time since I saw a child smile
A few basic needs are all I lack
You're a lot like me----------a few years back.
Please talk to me. Don't pass me by.
Sometimes when I'm alone I cry
Got what's left of my life in an old sack
You're a lot like me----------a few years back.
How's your job? Are you seeing new faces?
Climbing the ladder and going places.
Approaching the top. You're right on track
You're a lot like me----------a few years back.
I bet your home is nice, on a manicured lot
Now a cardboard box is all I got
I had it all then I watched it crack
You're a lot like me----------a few years back.
My body hurts, and my hands, they shake
Life is about the choices we make
Freight train's coming, guess I ought to pack.
You're a lot like me---------a few years back.
Vince Suzadail Jr.
Your slipping away, I thought you would one day
But didn’t think the day would come so soon
If you jog through the memories in your mind,
You’d see, I was just a few steps behind.
Seems like time flew and we didn’t realise
That we should have held on tight,
Our love now appears like a fruit without its rind
Guess I was late, a few steps behind.
Now this distance seems so endless
We cant bridge it, try as much as we may,
Loose leaves of a book, without a bind
I see someone else waiting, a few steps behind.
Shakes me to the core of my being, seeing where we are
What started so glorious, ending so miserable.
While everything was falling to pieces, I was blind
Now I’m left, a few steps behind.
The air is filled with animosity,
Two strangers in the dark,
As I see the papers you have signed
I think love left us, a few steps behind!!!
Stubbing my toeses and whiskers on women
Stepping on nettles and by a swarm of bees bitten
Bounded like hostages tied up with strings
These are a few of my suckiest things
White collared phonies and bills piled in oodles
Bad smells and poop felled from schnauzers and poodles
Old geezers who cry when the old swooner sings
These are a few of my suckiest things
News from the presses with more stock value slashes
Cornflakes that grow soggy when in the milk splashes
Little wood splinters that felt like a sting
These are a few of my suckiest things
When the moon lights
When the glee sings
When I’m feeling glad
I stumble upon one of my suckiest things
And everything turns bad
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Warning, if you are under 60 you may not "get" some of these.
Mohammad Ali
taunting with poetry,
his opponents he'd zing
as he danced 'bout the ring.
Graham Kerr "The Galloping Gourmet"
oft with our minds he would play.
Why else would he pick
the dessert "Spotted Dick"?
Ichabod Crane
rode down rode down the lane.
From the Headless Horseman he'd flee
while on his saddle he peed.
Abbot & Costello,
two funny fellows
were very immersed
into whose on first.
Ed Norton
couldn't laugh without snortin'
which would quickly annoy
old Ralph Boy!
Professor Irwin Corey
told confusing stories,
You'd listen and listen till your eyeballs would glisyen
and not understand what you're missin'
Don Rickles
would offer a nose full of nickels
and got plenty of yuks calling you a schmuck
and dumb as a hockey puck.
Giuseppe "Peppino" Mazzullo,
the voice of Topo Gigio
on Ed's final night
said "Eddie, kessa me goo' night!"
Jack Benny
wouldn't lend you a penny
nor spend a dime -
died when he was 80 at the age of 39.
Lord, why is it that when we see articles about aborting your babies,
we move on to something else ... and even sometimes get angry?
Why do we argue among ourselves about that?
Is it true, even in these days of scientific break throughs,
that some of your people still believe that abortion
is not the killing of a Human Being?
Isn’t it strange that the killing of babies, which used to be considered evil
at one time, is now considered . .a right?
Even we that are graced enough to still deem it to be wrong, vote for abortion
proponents without a fight.
Knowing of the politician’s abortion voting record, why do
we vote for them anyway with some other excuse in mind?
Oh Lord when you return; .. just what will you find?
You said, “Love each other as I have loved you.”
...Will we argue with You also when our life here is through?
You see Lord we were only voting for the “ choice” to kill your babies.
Choice is the key word here, don’t you see?
I’m sure You must understand legality.
We wouldn’t kill them ourselves. We only pay others to do it with our taxes etc.
So if others I vote for push for laws to "legally" kill them,
what’s that got to do with me ?
I didn’t vote for them on that account, it had to do with the economy you see.
Am I my brother’s keeper? Besides, those babies have never met me.
You also said, Lord, “Seek ye the Kingdom of God and all else will be given unto you.”
Knowing what really happens when we vote for “choice”,
is that still seeking the Kingdom of God?
So Lord, I was thinking….. Your statement about Seeking the Kingdom of God …
..and all else shall be given unto you….. Is that choice too?
Is voting for politicians that we know push for more abortion rights....
Is that seeking the Kingdom of God .. if they call it "Choice" or "Women's rights"?
And if not … what will we get if we choose not to seek it
... you know... by voting for one
who has a record of pushing to kill Your babies.
Isn’t that our choice too? Do we get to vote on that, Lord?
I mean, You know, voting on what we want
that statement of Yours to mean?
Let us know about that okay, Lord?
I thought for sure you already had.
Thanks for your time Lord. I mean .. seriously …
Thanks for “YOUR Time.”
THE DUMB BLONDE
Our dumb blonde leader is a total buffoon
Living in cloud cuckoo land in his cocoon
His party's starved our N. H. S.
Now the country is in a mess
Thinks the flu virus will be over real soon...
OUR CRACKPOT GOVERNMENT
They wanted to create herd immunity
Run covid - 19 through our community
Now that's a war crime
They should all do time
Par for the course, they'd all get impunity...
(ON A LIGHTER Note)
TIMMMY MCGEE
There was an old man called Timmy McGee
Every day he'd drink a gallon of tea
One night forgot to do
His business on the loo
He woke up floating next morning in pee...
HAPPY BUCK
There was an old man known as Happy Buck
Loved loud music but he ran out of luck
Had earphones in each ear
Poor old Buck didn't hear
Approaching sound of a thirty ton truck...
JED THE KEEPER
At the zoo a big cat keeper called Jed
Instead of meat tried to give them stale bread
They roared in defiance
Poor Jed lost his balance
One saw his chance and bit off his head...
BILLY GILL
The dumb outlaws led by Billy Joe Gill
Bank and train robbery they had no skill
They tried to leave town
But they were tracked down
Now they all lie in a plot on Boot Hill...
Written 2nd April 2020.
I'm not your ev'ry day old fuddy-duddy
I know a dude who's my got-yer-back buddy...
And I'll send you for a plunge 'ore the falls of Niagra
(After my appointment with Dr. Viagra)
Of course I don't NEED it (I don't mean to boast)
It's just extra butter on top of my toast...
Then with renewed vigor AGAIN it shall greet-ya
(With a wee bit-a-help from Mr. Levitra)
BIN JAMAL
A pervert by the name of Bin Jamel
Was charged with bizarre sex with a mammal
the charges were read
Bin Jamal went red
Cos the charge was bonking a fat camel...
JOHNNY McGOOS
Did you hear about young Johnny McGoos
Had a misfortune regarding his shoes
The neighbours dog left a load
In the middle of the road
He missed it and skidded on doggy doos...
OLD FREDDIE
Old Freddie was choping wood from a tree
Was hurrying to get home for his tea
It didn't end well
He let out a yell
Missed the branch and the axe stuck in his knee...
BILL BEST
A young man by the name of Bill Best
Thought he'd put his girlfriend to the test
But she shattered Bill's dream
When she started to scream
They had layed down on top of an ants nest...
THE JOCKEY
A horse jockey was in the steeplechase
Was galloping at a very fast pace
He misjudged the tall jump
Hit the ground with a thump
Was left with egg and fresh mud on his face...
Written 29th July 2020.
Oh wise Raven of the clan,
Be the friend or foe of man?
Oh wise Serpent of the sand,
Who does hold the upper hand?
Oh gallant Eagle of the sky,
Can you teach me how to fly?
Oh white Wolf of the land,
Will you lend this man a hand?
Oh Blackbird who sings so sweet,
Would you trade your wings for feet?
Oh small Spider in your hole,
Spin your web to show your soul,
Oh black Bat in your cave,
The way you fly and behave,
Oh feared Dragon from the past,
Will man's memory of you last?
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Try to consider your hours of play,
That they are the ways of sharing the day;
For when all is said and done,
And the victory is won;
You may want to stay and shine,
In the sweet hours of summertime.
Always with some songs to cheer,
With silver church bells ringing clear,
From a great grey lofty steeple,
Soaring spire o'er all the people.
We walk the street in summer's rain
Humming melodies again;
On pale white pathway twisting far,
Thro twilight's dewy misting star;
Where leafy ferns and mosses grow,
And shady glen where streamlets flow;
Where nymphs who dance on silver streams,
Trip their feet in the river of dreams.
My friend, where I go you go too,
Find joy in life for the hours are few.
Living with a heart that's warm...
Looking for a page not worn...
Lighting in a sky with no sound...
Lifting teardrops when a hearts not found...
Loving words that shout for miles...
Last but not least, a poet who can always make me smile...