Best Flossy Poems
There was a fussy bovine named Flossy
who was snooty and always so bossy
her udders would droop
when she took a poop
She bellowed until her eyes got glossy
Flossy had teeth like a barracuda
Her biting habit just made her ruder
She's not very sharp
She spit when she'd harp
So I called a few friends and we shewed her
Then she threatened to have me arrested
Thought she'd beaten me and had me bested
Knocked her on her duff
She wasn't so tough
Alas, she kept right on and protested
I saw her on the street the other day
Her monstrous butt sat on a bale of hay
Stuck her tongue at me
Mooed, "Hello, ducky"
She trotted off when I aimed pepper spray
What a chunky hippo she has become
I think Flossy secretly sucks her thumb
Waddles when walking
Ranting and squawking
To senility, Flossy has succumb
Bovine creatures can be quite abusive
When they should be a closet reclusive
The more that they speak
The more that they reek
My findings are all justly conclusive
Categories:
flossy, introspection,
Form:
Limerick
Old Flossy
by Don Johnson
Brisbane-Australia
It was there on Sharpen station, ....(ranch)
west near Adavale i'd be.
Back in the early thirties,
worst drought you'd ever see.
Five thousand cows were dying slow,
brought from lake Nash to Adavale. ....(droving trip)
They lived on mulga bushes low, ...........(13% tree leaves drought food)
to feed their bodies frail.
I was the boy who manned the pump,
fat crows in thousands waited.
With not a blade of grass or single clump,
those crows for sure i hated.
The cattle bitsa old flossy had nine pups,
more company for me.
For i'd get a visit once a month,
yes it's then the boss i'd see.
The dead cows around the trough did lie,
and i'd snig them right away.
I'd shifted hundreds by and by,
cut and quartered where they lay.
The pups were disappearing fast,
one every day for sure.
I checked the camp and missed the last,
saw snake tracks upon the floor.
Old Mulga snake would breathe no more,
he'd had his last pup meal.
He was big as nine foot four,
when the last pup he did steal.
Old flossy fought him tooth and nail,
he'd bit her also too.
She chewed his head off didn`t fail,
was dying this she knew.
I held her dying with my arm,
her pleading eyes i saw.
She went to sleep so very calm,
passed on through death's front door.
in 1936 old yellow flossy died game!
In this lonely place with death all around you, it was tragic for young Don to lose his
dog. Aussie shepherds (cattle dogs) will defend you, camp on your doorstep.
Categories:
flossy, adventureold, old,
Form:
Rhyme
A day comes with a
morning dew,
For the words, less
to cope all few,
The breezy wave and
tweeting eyes,
Of rising sun, view
the Himalaya highs,
The trancing
eclipses and
faltering trees,
Held me there,
caught me freeze,
And the prevailing
dusky downy haze,
To falling cascade
of ivory rays,
Where I hied to let
it chase,
This beautiful
bounty widespread
haze,
I look & look, with
a glance and gaze,
With winking eyes
with hot cap,
I observed their
silent nap,
And whence the sun
rise and set,
Sparrow and humming
beak to get,
Food to survive and
maintain life,
And live on sharp
edgy curvy stemy
knife,
Above the grove and
in dense forest,
Where harmonious
peace dwells in the
nest,
Where leaves
levitate and birds
hove,
And oscillate with
desire, solidarity
in love,
A bird in this
hustle bustle,
Jingle jangle and
trilling rustle,
Are not base
generations, it’s
true so,
They rise through
reincarnation, and
grow,
Up to our believe
and reckon,
They are alive and
born,
I ask my conscience
where to hike,
Stood here and there
or by riding bike,
To feel the scent of
this rainy December,
Over my worries and
lethargy to
remember,
His never-ending
silence to end
daylight,
Made one statue,
stunned one bright,
And I put my towel
to have a shower,
This congeal water
pierces me by power,
Oh ablution is
enough for adequacy,
Count on, fend off
with sufficiency,
And when I walk on
flossy meadow,
The emerald tint
fell a shadow,
Upon my eyes to
sensory nerves,
Where the earth,
laid with several
curves,
The invigoration of
spirit rises up
more,
On rambling off and
on, this grassy
floor,
Over this belt with
buoying ways,
No alternate of this
land, O nays,
Where I felt about
flying upon,
Falling, right left,
up and down,
Then I move here and
there, up-to sun
height,
To meet buoyantly
this sunny light,
The sun with
magnetic warm and
beguile,
This morning with
candelabra wile,
Cause a man to wake
and woke,
Sing a flute while
sitting under an
oak,
How this mean, a
life less of
leisure,
Won’t you thrill
this grudgingly by
measure,
A world, an
embarrassment of
riches,
And a life with
plenty of beach’s.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
Categories:
flossy, art, beach, butterfly, day,
Form:
Couplet
It is Labor Day
I am paid not work
but what am I to do
the festive trimmings are not attached
so the perk is an useless quirk and
my boring schedule quickly fills in the gaps
as usual, my alarm sounds at 6am
the coffee maker perks at 6:15am
my rested body flings away the covers
I watch the Today show while shaving
fetch the newspaper, quickly scan the headlines
wait, I have more time my curiosity to prime
but the dog is on his normal morning schedule
so I speed to the door, his bladder to mollify
no fancy holiday breakfast awaits in the kitchen
so, on cue, I grab an egg, poach it, down some juice
my family sleeps on through the holiday mirage
my engine is in overdrive, but where to go
no parades, pageants append this vapid day
but there is no reason to stay at home either
no arriving relatives to amend the boredom
still, I have one day's free pay to spend
maybe, I'll take the car to the wash
nah, that is a weekend ritual
perhaps, I will canvas Pro Bass Shop
nah, the drive is longer than my work commute
OK, I will stay at home and be a utilitarian
I can finish trimming the bedroom shutters
but wait, I am out of that flossy white paint
and didn't my wife need the car for her
annual holiday shopping spree
I could re-mow the lawn to give it
a manicured look, but nah
to labor on Labor day is too oxymoronic
so I curl up in front of the TV
finish watching the Today show
contented with the lofty notion that
I am being paid to while away the day
Categories:
flossy, confusion, holiday, labor day,
Form:
Free verse
Come my sweet to silken thread,
finest twines I spin for thee.
Come to soft eternal bed,
yield unto my beck’ning plea.
Finest twines I spin for thee,
comfort grant in final hour.
Yield unto my beck’ning plea,
hunger doth my soul devour.
Comfort grant in final hour,
clothe thee in my flossy shroud.
Hunger doth my soul devour,
quick I’ll be, if I’m allowed.
Clothe thee in my flossy shroud,
tremble not beloved prey.
Quick I’ll be, if I’m allowed,
Why, my lust, must thou delay?
Tremble not beloved prey,
now I take what’s fairly mine.
Why, my lust, must thou delay?
Quiet love, without repine.
Now I take what’s fairly mine,
this is my eternal bed.
Quiet love, without repine,
spin again my silken thread.
~~~~~~
(for the Pantoum contest)
* I took some liberty with the form- in the last stanza I modified the 2nd and 4th lines from
the original ones in the first stanza- just gotta be me... *
Categories:
flossy, nature
Form:
Pantoum
Blown with the wind, came I
With Orion, screened from the sight;
Yet with the constellation sighted
In the glass of life.
By my window, the rowdy wind
Picks up the pace and funnels the air
In turbid haste.
I, the eye of the storm, saddled
On the morning maze,
Pricked up and pinched with the chill of your gust.
Drip drop, dripping, clinking,clanking
Life's fluid vibe beguiles the 'witches cauldron'
The ominous count of moisture of life
Fizzing up and flowing straight
To the Bay I look
From my window-pane.
The wind would pick and the wind would fall
The train of flossy images hangs over Bay of Bengal.
Categories:
flossy, blue,
Form:
Blank verse
Typing away, their words had met,
Across a computer filled internet.
She was a Taz, he was a Scot,
She, beautifully bronzed, he, definitely not!
She had bought a picture of his,
From an application called ‘Owned’
Shocked at when he got in touch,
‘Not a bloody Scotsman!’ she moaned.
Soon he was to grow on her,
Like an apple on a tree.
Flirting with a Tassie devil?
Surely, not a man like me?!
The devil turned out to be an angel,
Beautiful, smart and sweet.
Chatting and flirting away with her,
Would soon become a treat.
Once he actually spoke to her,
Surprising him, she spoke back.
The conversation was quite fun,
Laughs it didn’t lack.
Sending messages to each other,
From either hemisphere.
Thinking he might go there,
And drink the Tassie beer.
Her beautiful golden hair,
Was styled across her head.
‘I wish I had some of that’
To himself, he actually said.
Her brilliant white teeth,
Gave her a gleaming smile.
She obviously went to the dentist,
More than once in a while.
She has a Volkswagen beetle,
Beautiful, big and glossy.
A roaring red mean machine,
And she’s gone and named it Flossy!
She goes out to all the rallies,
Seeing different types of cars.
Then comes home, opens the ‘bubbles’
Instead of going to bars.
Not going for the ‘Krug’ or ‘Crystal’
She opts for a kind named ‘Jansz’
He begins to think this little lady,
Has too much time on her hands.
Having to end this little ditty,
Before it gets too long.
And not spoiling something good,
By bursting into song.
‘Really pleased to meet you, Nicky’
His words were filled with bliss.
I hope a great friendship, from this will grow,
‘My name?’ he grinned. ‘Oh, it’s Chris.’
Categories:
flossy, fun, funny love, giggle,
Form:
Rhyme
I once nodded off and found myself on a farm,
I was met by a horse who said I’d come to no harm
His name was George, he was tall and ‘jet black’
and he knelt down right gentle as I climbed on to his back
As we strode through the yard there came a small cry,
it was a piglet named; Norman who’d got mud in his eye
Mother hen clucked and her little chicks scampered,
flossy the kitten just wants to be pampered
In through the gate there came a lot of sheep
and a collie dog called Jimmy, behind them did creep
Mildred the cow lay down for a rest,
and the flies thought her ear would make a good nest
Billy the goat looked nervous as he went for a stroll,
George and I both wondered if he was in fear of a troll
As we crossed over the bridge down by the stream,
there came a loud bang as I fell of my bed,
and there ended my dream.
Categories:
flossy, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
Lazy Flossy Squirrel.
Shove up, shove up come on move on
it's very cramped and nothings done.
Summers over and the cold winds blow
I feel it's cold enough for snow.
So shove up move on, or help me please
restock our food inside these trees.
Get them ready with berries and nuts
no if's or why's not even but's.
You'll want a feed before you sleep
so bring your share and bury them deep.
Shove up move on that's what I say
I've been fetching nuts all day.
I've had enough Squirrel Flossy
it's because of you that I am bossy.
Squirrel Flossy I had to shout
If you don't like it then please move out.
I have no time for one so rude
we need to store our home with food.
Cause when the snow falls and it's really cold
you'd wished you'd listened and done as you're told.
But hey ho if I'm bossy Miss Flossy and what do I know
Remember when you're hungry who it was
that warned you so!
Categories:
flossy, animal, children, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Roses were glazed red
My fertile heart to woo
Cankering jealousy did spread
Bright petals now jaundiced hue
Violets were silted blue
Noble ambitions to thread
Blossoms with intemperate juices did stew
Now mildewed petals cloak our shallow bed
Tulips were glossed yellow
My cerebral chords to cue
Anon, savory tips did mellow
Now stale cortex in dark milieu
Carnations were flossy white
My purer instincts to hew
Your waxed petioles lusty suitors did invite
Now browning leaves on tendered stems accrue
Now barren soul rimmed by bland fescue
Heart heavy from chilling night's dew
No garlands around glib psyche to strew
Only drab, dense weeds to bid me adieu
Categories:
flossy, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
She's Flossy,
Champagne Taste With Beer Money,
She's Bossy,
Takes What She Wants,
All You Have Sonny,
Hold Your Peace,
And Let The Lord Fight It,
Because In Heaven,
Bling,
Don't Mean A Thing,
Honey.
Categories:
flossy, family, fate, heaven, lust,
Form:
Rhyme
Why are you so jealousy?
Is it that you’re so lousy?
Up to that you feel so clumsy
Then you feel sorry for your self being flossy
Why be like that
You hurt me although you don’t get fat
But you have a face like a rat
With your jealousy like a cat
stop being like a dog
don’t believe as if your brain is full of fog
as no one can take you out for a jog
as your heart pumps like knock
what do you gain
all you do is just cause pain
and make me sit on rain
while in your head your just plain
I don’t even know you aim
jealousy will be your middle name
cause we don’t you to feel same
since you’re a huge shame
although you wont get the blame
I still can’t play anymore the game
as I find you so jealousy person lame
since you don’t even have a taste of fame
since I search for you while you live flame
Categories:
flossy, life, jealousy, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Permutations Of Logic
The truth was concealed with many branches
hidden through flossy blossoms unknown roots to be
found holding swings charms and roundabouts from
one single acorn to coax oak and seedlings once more
Hiding hidden going gone oblivious and obviously
sprouting gently again from unexpected twiglets’ bright
side of the sun dark side of the moon meta-morphing
the bigger picture of life offshoots veiled in mystery
Some branches and ramifications were torn crumbled
withered like an epitaph of that epic journey from womb
to tomb a foreplay to afterthoughts hindsight glistening
light playing shadows where candid veracity prevails
The branches were concealed with many truths
hidden through perceptions un-ventured thoughts to be
exposed containing swings and roundabouts from one
singular premise to conclusion and take off once more
Camouflage Me A Poem contest - Theme used:
The Truth Was Concealed With Many Branches
08th August 2016
Categories:
flossy, creation,
Form:
Free verse
I am the stepfather
in a family of grown children.
Where they like to remove
the word (step) from my title.
But neither do they call me
Dad, Daddy or father.
I am called by my nickname.
I don’t get the pleasure
of being called grandpa
as often as I would like
by the new toddlers.
My new daughters
D. D. as in darling daughter.
Painfully beautiful,
Dark & lovely,
and Babyphat.
Are four of the loveliest
Women on God’s green earth.
I married their Mother.
The beautiful and logical
Love of my life.
My five feet of paradise.
She is a great cook,
She calls her mother F.J.
Flossy Jay is forever
my favorite mother-in-law.
Tabitha’s lovely sister is a very
Powerful pure black woman.
Who go’s by the name Babysis.
She one day will make
a lucky man very happy.
as a 50+ year old woman
Who has not known a man.
They say opposites attract
and we come together
on things we have in common.
D.D. my wife’s first born
is not speaking to her.
And I have a son
the baby of my brewed
who is not speaking to me.
My wife and I are okay with it
Because don’t nobody do ya
Like family.
Categories:
flossy, black love, family, home,
Form:
Free verse
If I weren't afraid, I'd break out of my castle
out of my gilded throne, out of my head tiara.
I'd break out of marble floors and tiled walls
out of this cold linoleum of grand opulence.
Breaking out of embroidered blue flowers.
Breaking out of crappy fluttering voices.
Into that open field of cherry blossoms
Into those flossy clouds of chattering birds.
Into misty mountains of icy north winds
Into stormy seas where gallant waves rush.
Into cooled sands wet in delightful soft kiss.
Into solace of graffiti, a rock in love's bliss.
Baby bats within caves of hidden treasure
No longer afraid to lose all unknown.
No longer afraid of what might happen.
No longer afraid of what world will say.
No longer afraid of starlights in sky.
No longer afraid of freedom,
No longer afraid to live...
No longer afraid to die.
Dated 10th September 2019
Sponsor Line Gauthier
Contest Name IF I WEREN'T AFRAID
Categories:
flossy, fear,
Form:
Free verse