Best Fiasco Poems
I met someone I know quite well, he gets about in cars, does buy and sell.
He spoke to me upon a theme, we were stirring coffee; I had just added my cream.
When (Fiat) money, he intoned..)
This word does it ring a bell?
Of it have you heard; or known, do tell.?
The cost of Fiat cars I then proclaimed'
No it’s of money I speak,he said if it’s all the same,
I had bought some autos and to me the word was told,
That it is money without collateral backing, that’s the truth stone cold!
So in this stressured contemporary rhyme, I think I must… It’s now high time
In fact a lack of sober views and action which did not ensue...
Control! ….. control!, "well they did not" now high (inflation) pop pop pops..!
Consume, consume they said and greed is good for all..!
Poor old Jim john and Doug..) Rachel, Joan and Queenie McCall..!
A dream was sold and lives were told, It’s Oh! so safe, more so than gold!
Now Fiat cash is on the scene, they run it off Oh! ream on ream
Just like my coffee encircling mug, so here’s to the truth lets give it a plug.
When I again pour in my cream,
as it begins to merge like inflations infusion, Maybe I’ll dream.
That financial fiasco’s and social screams are only rumours on a jittery theme,
However until "their problem" has been (sold), I’ll trade some paper cash for gold.
© Joe Maverick 13-11-2010
"Christmas Dinner Fiasco"
on Christmas Eve, family gathered for "Feast of Seven Fishes"
an old Italian tradition while wrapping gifts with expectant wishes
hubby decided to play Chef Boyardee
complete with hat and apron, a fun sight to see
the kitty cats circled dinner table to pounce
licking their whiskers, smelling each tasty ounce.
pumpkin bread baking and homemade apple pie
whipped cream and hot fudge enjoyed with warm sigh
candied sweet potatoes with buttered rolls and biscuits
diet food hidden away like melba toast and triscuits
aromas so yummy the puppies were squealing
soon there was a stampede, sent the kitchen Chef reeling.
tree trimming time once dinner was finished
spirits running high with no chance to diminish
all seated to say grace before this marvelous meal
with colorful palette' and great appetite appeal
underneath the table came growling and gnashing
as felines and canines, over dripping crumbs, were clashing.
the Chef lost his temper and scooted pets to the yard
from inside the hacienda those onry pets were barred
but the doggie door was unlocked so began the invasion
pets on parade on a Christmas Eve occasion
the desserts lined the table like poetic pop art
creme puffs with rum and rice cakes a la carte'.
coffees were carried next to Christmas tree
tinsel and garland with musical lights mystery
but Cali the cat had his own idea of fun
'twas entangled in garland with paws in a bun
and Gabby had stolen a piece of creme puff
his black face was white as snowflake soft fluff.
the Danes sniffed out chew sticks from their stockings
as Raider and Golden ran round the tree in flocking
and sweet little Venus was as good as a dream
enjoying her peaches as she swirled in whipped cream
Christmas dinner fiasco provided laughs with love
as we sang "Deck the Halls' to the good Lord above.
*For Francine Robert's Christmas Dinner With Humor.
*Dec. 2, 2012.
A Home Brew Fiasco
My lips were parched, my tongue on fire
another shot I did so very much desire
Thank my pappy for this kicking home brew
O' Lord, how to make it, if only I knew!
Sun was about set into its rosy red glow
three hills over was square dance and show
I set me a mighty happy and quickened pace
so very eager to get to that dancing place!
I hear that fast fiddle singing from afar
stop to drink last liquor from my fruit jar
Another burn that went down mighty fine
whiskey my favorite, never cottoned to wine!
One more high hill to just climb on past
swirling head tells my legs to please last
Sun has set and darkness so rapidly falls
music rings louder its beckoning calls!
Another hundred steps and I'll be there
singing, dancing and pretty gals everywhere
Ease myself up against this restful oak tree
surely a rest will be so very good for me!
Eyes heavy and dark clouds coming on down
now is no time to worry, no time to frown
Darkness races into this tired old brain
no worries, rest easy avoid all the strain!
Morning sunlights breaks between the trees
O' my, pray I didn't sleep all night please
Suddenly I hear the morning call of a dove
I missed out on last night's dance and love!
My lips were parched, my tongue on fire
another shot I did so very much desire
Thank my pappy for that kicking home brew
O' Lord, how to make it, if only I knew!
Robert J. Lindley , 08-21-2014
Inspired by a story my uncle told me back in
1965. How grandfather once made moonshine and
missed out on his first date with grandmother.
Luckily she was a forgiving woman and grandfather
a very handsome man or else they'd never married
and I would not be here to sling tha' ink!
Kopastetic
Not even barely breathing chest thumping like a tamburine n
Trying to be decent
But the whole situation has my chest wheezing head pounding heart leaking for what a bloodclot reason.
The explanation was just weak why not admit defeat when got the speaking
It just ain't kosher if shoe was on the other foot I'd be bowled over tenderized n put in the George forman
roll-toaster-ry
Open dialect with open mindedness
Even said of how I'm understanding this
Even tho I was so heated I was shaking n
This isn't the end becuz it was turned around on me of past tense
I couldn't even believe this but it did
Get to that extent
Yet it made no sense I open up this hidden agenda that wouldn't have been exposed if I wouldn't have
looked for why my body had sleep kept from me ......peace
I was raised up in Wichita Kansas
A city slicker I'd guess you would say
Once my Uncle Ben took my brother and I
To visit his cabin for a night and a day
We fished and swam and had great fun
Then went back to the cabin for a bit
I asked Uncle Ben, “Where's the bathroom at”
He said, “Out back and down that path is it”
I thought that's weird as I walked out the door
But ran as my stomach I had to clench
I shoved the door open and pulled down my pants
and sat down on a big hole in a bench
I was feeling triumphant as things started to flow,
The door bumped my knee so I kicked it shut
That's when a wasp nest in the corner came alive
And I had nothing to wipe my butt!
After that there was screaming and shouting
There was crying as I beat on that old stuck door
I came out alive but man what a mess it made
And I never used that old outhouse anymore
Fiasco
Burnt down, fatigued, no feelings left,
So devastated, world means no heft
I am not a phoenix to rise from ashes
Soul does not let receive new lashes.
I am plagued with tortures of ill fate
Downbeat and broken, it is time to rate
My noble deeds and even wicked
My Lord, I beg, don’t be too strict!
Would love to live a century more,
But locked for me the main door
I knocked at it ten thousand times
Then I came back with all that grime.
Santa sacked Rudolph and all of his herd
In his new jet pack he flew like a bird
His suit got ignited
And he’s just been sighted
Roasted and naked... then, guess what occurred
He crash landed, coming down hard
His beard and his dangly bits charred
Giving children a gift
Gave his spirits a lift
But after all this he’ll be barred
A passerby gave him a sock
He wore it to save us from shock
But a fluffy manhood
As a look, wasn’t good
So somebody gave him a frock
The next day he called Rudolph early
The reindeer came back but were surly
Still wearing that dress
He failed to impress
And that’s why they now call him Shirley
In front of the shining mirror
I stood with my hair limp
A Cinderella for a party
Looked like a drowned chimp
Fallacious finances
In a shell game
Destined only to get or gain
Until human worth lies as
Consumers with stimulated fantasies
In greed drenched dreams
About fortune or fame while
Regarding their way of life in
Yankeedom as the untimate Utopia.
Fictionalized futures foment
In this falsehood worldwide
As others await their turn to a
So-called stimulus
Connecting to their shantytown
Orbit as they dream of destroying Utopia.
FRICATIVE FIASCO
Fun filled fatal foul-ups
Finally feeling fairly faint
Fear fully fanning flames
Fatefully finding fault
Further furious faces
Faces fuming in fiery fits
Fire follows, finishing fast
Flirty, fine fabulous fellows
Featuring fuller fit figures
Feeding flights of fancy
Five footloose funded fools
Fighting for future fame
Now who entrusted an ugly octopus
with the pretty plaid pocketbook?
An eight arm six-finger crook
crawling up the vault wall
is such a dirty, filthy lucre look
Those pretty piggy bank pennies
are no-account disappearing
And them buxom chicks bouncy checks
are not carte blanche clearing
Plenty funny business in the cabinet kitchen
is cause for a close culinary audit look
Gotta IRS probing ire see, with pens itching,
whose loosey-goosey cooking the books
Pig tales of pickpocket gluttony
ain’t gonna put those trust fund doubts
in the right, anorexic frame of mind
Green Whig conservator party
need a little posh makeup P-scheme pout
to lip coverup the grip-n-grin crime
Hot on the tip trail
of those swamp gators skipping bail
on a twin-engine cottontail
Moving the patsy and the pawn
with a lazy mope and a dead yawn
The teller and the guard
were the cuffed duo vacuous fawn
It was such a fiduciary fiasco
of said brazen beauty and brawn
Perpetrated by a third pair of enigmatic eyes,
lounging somewhere tropical
on a si perfectly manicured lawn
Like Louisiana tabasco
is red dirt hot, even before a misty dawn
Fiduciary fiasco ~ Dollars hidden in the swamp
stays tax buried once offshore withdrawn
PRODUCED WEDDING FIASCO
If cantaloupe
Could elope
and marry a honey dew melon
What would happen
If a cabbage out grows the garden
As crabgrass and dandelions rapes the fruits and vegetables
All this and inclement weather
What's the matter
Cantaloupe cancels the wedding?
Why! you may ask amongst the dandelions and crabgrass
Because they cantaloupe
7/30/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
In this age of 'Instant Karma' happiness is turned away,
'All you need is love' to guide you well at least that's what they say,
'In my life' I've witnessed miracles the ghost of 'Yesterday',
When a certain 'Sgt Pepper' tried to teach the band to play.
Back then 'Lucy' wore her diamonds to the big top on the green,
With her uncle 'Mr Mustard' who was tight and very mean,
Next to them was 'Mother Mary', 'Sister Pam' and 'Mr Kite',
And a psychopath called 'Maxwell who was hidden out of sight.
'Rita' made it in the city said 'Tomorrow never knows',
Made a deal with 'Doctor Robert' who was struck off years ago,
Sent a message to the 'Taxman' saying that he shouldn't come,
While the 'Nowhere Man' was chanting 'Come together' everyone.
Down in 'Strawberry Fields' they're singing and they're sing forever more,
'Rocky Racoon's' busy selling Gideon's bibles door to door,
'Jo-jo's' busy rolling reefers for the roadies in the band,
Thought 'Loretta' was a woman but she was another man.
The sixties have now vanished 'Egg-men' are no longer found,
'Sexy Sadie's' on a hillside on the other side of town,
'Bill' has married his 'Dear Prudence' brought themselves a bungalow,
Now they're playing Beatles records they brought 'All those years ago'.
Can't imagine all the hardships poor Ms Rigby' would endure,
Lived a lonely sad existence had a death so immature,
'Michelle' gently placed the 'Flowers in the dirt' and quoted Paul,
Saying that he won't forget her when his 'Memory's almost full'.
'Molly's' still with pretty 'Desmond' sharing all her jewels and clothes,
'Desmond' has a host of bookings now transgender is in vogue,
Poor 'McKenzie's' lost his calling they defrocked him in the spring,
What a joy and what a blessing to hear all the Beatles sing
Santa sacked Rudolph and all of his herd
In his new jet pack he flew like a bird
His suit got ignited
And he’s just been sighted
Roasted and naked... then, guess what occurred
He crash landed, coming down hard
His beard and his dangly bits charred
Giving children a gift
Gave his spirits a lift
But after all this he’ll be barred
A passerby gave him a sock
He wore it to save us from shock
But a fluffy manhood
As a look, wasn’t good
So somebody gave him a frock
The next day he called Rudolph early
The reindeer came back but were surly
Still wearing that dress
He failed to impress
And that’s why they now call him Shirley
I looked in the paper, and guess what it said?
It read, "Panagiota is dead!
I quick turned on CNN.
News Alert! "Panagiota lost her head!"
Oh, I was more than mad!
So I went to Joe Scarborough on MSNBC.
He reported ever so gleefully..
"There is not,and never will a Panagiota be!
Don Lemon, Mr.Cool, just had a sip of water.
Then, burped and in a velvety, whisper uttered.
"Oh, Panagiota. Yes. She never mattered."
So why this rhyme, you ask?
It's time for the media to take off their masks.
Show themselves for who they are, be given a
check, shown the door and find other tasks.
I have never heard such lies from so many stations.
I can't stop the transfusion of lies drowning all the
nations.
I just know there is a God, to answer to.
And I am glad I am not any of these manipulators.
Their day is coming my friend. They willingly forgot
that God is bigger than any puny station.
And you bet, they will all have to pay one eternal due
in a fiery end.
So be your own best friend.
Be a stand-up person.
There is no glory nor eternal joy in a harangue of baseless
condemnations and allegations.
September 13. 2019