Best Fizzled Poems
Once there was dingo, rabidly mad as he could be
who thought he was a Bruce of a man by how he spoke
But no man would call him their 'mate,' for you see...
he was a mongrel dog who pretended to be a bloke
The dingo who called himself 'Keefer,' was all talk-no bite
got caught chasing a galah (chicken) for want of a feast.
But ol' Keef got clawed by the rooster night after night
He was a drongo (fool) who thought he was a beast.
"Crikey!" I heard real men screaming from inside a bar
when they laughed at Keef wearing daks (male trousers)
He tucked his tail and ran from feathering with hot tar
"Get out, ya Hoon (hooligan)! We scorn rabble-rousers!
Keef was a loud mouth when he was blotto (inebriated)
Downing snag (sausages) and guzzling frothy (beer).
Tried to mate with a sheila (girl) but he'd been castrated.
Fair dinkum (that's true). He was neutered last year.
Some say he likes wearing female clothes, they swear.
He's such a hostile dingo, telling them to 'Rack OFF!'
But there's pictures of him in knickers (ladie's underwear).
and some of him before his little stub was sawed off.
I guess sometimes he gets to feeling clucky (maternal)
cuz he uses phrases like 'mother this and mother that.'
Looks like he'll end up some place heated and infernal
Dingo Keef's punishment for hurling all those brickbats.
A rabid dingo, that fool proved to be a fizzer (fizzled out)
His rants and threats to beat guys up were just a joke,
who was well-known as a bogan (hick) and a social lout
who accepted the truth. Ol' Keefer is now socially 'woke.'
Last I heard of him, he'd taken up with a mate called, Roo.
Another misfit creature roaming around in the outback
He played for hours each night, blowing into his digeridoo
because he couldn't stand Keef's braggin' and talkin' smack.
Roo felt relieved when the dingo, kinky Keefer disappeared
The one who'd been called 'the blunder from down under.
He'd mumbled for days about Milton Creek and Roo feared
that dingbat dingo would try to tear that town asunder.
My memory flashes back on my most horrific nightmare…
Again, I find myself in rivet of this excruciating pain
With emaciated body, I totter to my wheelchair
Holding my paintbrushes and glass paints
Dogged enough to finish the portraits of my agonizing tale.
It’s so hard to clear up my hazy mind
Like smoked glasses- a canvas which I need to dust…
As my tears seek its way to dry
My fine hair drops at every strand
While these paint brushes of mine sweeps so fine.
My mother is so old… now alone with me
Can’t sing long lullabies anymore,
Can you sing for me?
Please put me into deep slumber
To dream that this nightmare sets me free
As I fervently pray and cling tightly to Thee.
My memory riffles through my agonizing tales one at a time
Peeking through a fizzled hope, then I see the light
As all smoked glasses are with colorful paints now
My fragile and emaciated body begin to rise
Anchored by my indomitable spirit, pale skin starts to blush
And my hair grows even more robust than pinctober’s thymes.
©2015Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Oct. 3, 2015 6.25pm
At love's first spark when in youth we were,
That crackle and snap of pine cones burning.
Aflame at first then as embers glowing,
Time has left us now, in thought, yearning.
The spark that was, has waned, not fizzled,
We still fit each other like hand and glove.
In our hearts there could have been no other,
God authored our one true lasting love.
Just celebrated 46 years
The flames had long died down
But embers lingered on
Till persistent snowflakes fell
And the last remnants of hope
Slowly fizzled out.
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Contest: A January Stunner
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Placed 3rd
"It happened at dusk, on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head
Whistles and pattering, octaves outstretched
Violins wailing and tubas distressed
Starlight shone into my window in white
heaving my breath with this musical sight
leaving my features and shadows in grey
while the melody mastery started to play
First all the strings, then came the percussion
Brass building stamina, with no discussion
Drums most determined and then all at once
the notes of the piano, fortissimo jaunt
Lights popped and fizzled and wrinkled in time
Walls bending backwards a musical rhyme
Bass like a heart beat moving the air
all in the blink of an eye, I was there.
My skin soaked and battered, my eyes shining bright
all concentrating on motion, on flight
After they slowed I beamed with devotion
and stood on my tiptoes, a standing ovation
I've packed solidarity into my chest
to tell you this story, to truly impress
for it happened at dusk on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head"
The scene distorted,
the image contorted,
light shaded,
time complicated,
haunting night,
strong enough
to distort light.
God Summarized,
as he thought about evacuating the planet,
it would be wrong,
it could take very long,
but it would save civilization,
from the devil’s invasion.
The devil’s yellow light of destruction missed,
the bomb passed the earth and sizzled,
lost its power and fizzled,
God had moved the whole planet,
so the distort, contort,
was simply a divine plan,
to fool the devil,
and to save Man.
Once upon a time on a dreary day in May
The Sun was slowly drying a wet evening sky
And as the last clouds fizzled and ebbed all away
His twilight colors were able to blaze, then intensify
The Sun saw the beauty Moon rising like his golden sigh
For a few precious moments he felt enraptured in sweet bliss
Then vowed to woo this maiden, so sent her a fiery kiss
But Moon was quite content on her side of the aqua-blue sphere
While to this day, Sun circles the globe always hopeful not to ever miss
His true love’s full arrival, like in his dreams, she will appear
written May 24,2020
The Sun And The Moon ' Poetry Contest
Chantelle Anne Cooke sponsor
clouds burst, dark skies flashed
loud thunder threatening rolled....
pet shakes filled with fear
house shakes, floor weaved, terror gripped
slowly fizzled summer's storm
Freedom's Destination
Some foreign country
Some funny name
After awhile
They all sound the same
Grandpa went first
Back then World War I
And didn't come home
'Til the job was all done
My Dad was then ripe
When it came time for II
Returning as hero's
Only missing quite a few
A Brother was the next in line
To risk his life and limbs
But Korea kind of fizzled out
Especially for him
Then came more strife in Asia
And I was 18 "when" . . .
They poked 'n had me turn 'n cough
Then sent me off to win
I thought when in those combat zones
If ever I go down
My folks will know that I was here
Not hiding out of town
We all served for freedom's sake
Representing our hometowns
To be damn sure our kids had homes
Still setting on free grounds
The countless before
And the too many since
Whose young life's were cut short
I am sure would echo this . . .
I fought 'til the end
Now I've given my all
But if nobody minds
Let me make one last call
When you get 'round to my marker
And you're wondering that day
Which words to scribe upon it
What is there left to say
Just keep it nice and simple
And I'll rest forever proud . . .
PLEASE LORD
PLEASE HEAR ME
NO MORE WAR
ALLOWED
JWC/Whysman @ 2001
(Edit 5/2013)
The keenest winter wind so shrilly whistled
In the night;
The fire in the fireplace flared and fizzled,
Giving light
Through the wailing winter night.
Within the cabin all was warm and cozy
In the night;
The children's cheeks were glowing red and rosy
From the fight
In the snowy winter night.
The cabin shook and shuddered, softly creaking
In the night;
The west wind wildly stuttered, as if speaking
Through its might,
In the windy winter night.
The chestnuts loudly crunched as they were cracking
In the night;
The popcorn proudly popped, and lips were smacking
At the sight,
By the fire in the night.
The children in the house are sweetly sleeping
Through the night;
The wind, kept out, is wildly wailing, weeping
At the slight,
While it wanders through the night.
It was kind of nice having money all the
Time.
Looking back when I was seventeen,
I looked forward to going to work.
It is unlike what I feel about work now.
I did a lot of reading as a child.
I read all kinds of books.
I would consider Oak Lawn a safe
Community then.
I can’t remember any times when I got beat up.
I did a lot of running home and telling.
I avoided a lot of suffering by talking to
My parents about the bullies.
It wasn’t until junior high that I had to
Take care of a fight that went way wrong.
I was scared to death of a seventh grader.
I fought him, and found out he wanted to
Wrestle.
I wasn’t that good of a
Wrestler then.
I got better
In high school.
It was kind of chaotic, and the wrestling matches
Were more “fighting” than wrestling.
I hung in school and made a name for myself
At Oak Lawn Community High School.
My sister gave me a collection of albums
My junior year.
I was introduced to all kinds of music by
Those.
My first good introduction to music came
My sophomore year.
A friend introduced me to “The Police” with
“Zenyatta Mondatta” and “Ghost in
The Machine”.
He told me what he did at his party
In eighth grade.
They sat around and played Gin.
They drank soda.
They went bowling.
I got off to a late start with music,
And I finally caught up with my tape-
Radio I got for Christmas my junior year.
I could have had a big party,
But I decided to wait.
I didn’t really have one except
The one’s I had in grammar school.
My friend thought he was going to
Get married to this one girl at O.L.C.H.S.
It fizzled out like my relationship did.
That girl liked someone else though.
I should have given up calling her,
It was no fun talking to her.
She didn’t talk to me at all in school.
I’m not sure she even knew who I was
In lunch.
I didn’t have anymore classes with her.
Her boyfriend went out for basketball
Like I should have done. I was pretty good. Maybe just
Doing my chess and studying was the best thing for me to do.
There is nothing similar
None other can compare
Emotions aroused and stirred
I'm prancing about the air
A shape, finely chiseled
The smallest details, icing
Previous desires fizzled
just a tease of her enticing
Or perhaps an illusion
To feed my self esteem
A confidence infusion
Enhancing a beautiful dream
But my eyes see what's real
Looking in the mirror
My hands explore and feel
The experience becomes clearer
A wonderland of lust
Just me and my reflection
Set apart by a layer of dust
Discovering a new affection
On January 2nd there’s a lot of people working out
They’ve made New Year’s resolutions, no doubt
They want to get slim
So they come to the gym
By January 4th their resolve has fizzled out
there was a proud resident
who gave her neighbours
a torrid time because she
was well-connected and big
an apologist and a menace
she was a law unto herself
none could tell her to reduce
the noise her hi-fi produced
from her children to her pets
--all did as they pleased –
her licentious dogs caused havoc
even her chicks were untouchable
when the empire of those who had been
fortifying and sugarcoating her nonsense
imploded--she also crushed on her chest
all the sense of immunity just fizzled out
it was a bitter harvest as her own dogs ran riot
--did the unthinkable: biting her like a stranger
while her own children stood aloof as if gloating
the stunned neighbours watched the fracas from afar
Just when they thought the house was pristine
They were blinded by flashes, purple and green
A psychedelic flare shot up through the roof
Then crashed back down with a loud, smoky POOF!
It hissed and it fizzled in the middle of the room
They all backed away from the kaleidoscopic plume
But before they could leave there was an almighty flash
Then an explosion that ended in an ear-banging crash
When the smoke cleared they all looked around
The house had been razed all the way to the ground
The cat's fur was singed, the furniture was dust
The guest's clothes were blackened, their expressions nonplussed
The goblin was fizzing, the ogre displeased
"Well this was a disaster!" the scorched elves teased
The fairy was frowning at her charred, blackened wings
Whilst the pixies were playing in the soot, of all things
Suddenly the witch burst into pained tears
This debacle had confirmed her very worst fears
She'd never tried to have a birthday party before
And after today, she wouldn't try to any more
Her sobs were so desperate, so sad, so forlorn
That her friends felt quite guilty for showing such scorn
They each gave her a hug and said not to fret
The party wasn't done; at least not yet!
"You see," said the wizard, "the house might be charred,
But we can always continue in your perfect back yard
The witch looked at her friends with hope in her eyes
And felt the cloud of despair beginning to rise
"Do you mean it?" she asked, her tears drying up
"Yes," they all smiled, "let's get it set up!"
They used all of their skills and magical tricks
To create a new party; it was really quite slick
Then for the finale the ogre did bake
An amazingly huge strawberry cake
The witch blew out the candles and made her wish
Before sampling the cake, which was simply delish!
She looked at her friends, her smile so bright
"I'm so lucky to have you, you're all a delight!"
The beamed at the praise too touched to respond
And nobody noticed the still sparking wand...