Best Fluff Poems
I’m Tweety Bird and ‘I tawt I taw a puddy tat,’
But what I mean, Trump’s nightmares fear a democrat,
I’m as yellow as your hair, tweet,
Feel sure you dye it fair, tweet,
Vulgar antics towards opponents, shows lack of morality
Fake tan, untruths, arrogance and more, sadly your totality.
Become a mature American leader Mr. President,
Your unacceptable rapport with world leaders has evil intent,
Sorry, you are just a reality show,
A favour, take a bow and go,
You fuel Racism, Feminism, Semitism, encourage Supremacists,
Build a wall, which Mexicans dig under, such a hedonist!
President-elect Tweety Bird, stop your victimization, it’s become boring,
Debateable If you possess, any political finesse, for war hoping?
Hurriedly looking for a vaccine,
I Tweety Bird, first in line,
Side effect, maybe both of us losing our yellow fluff!
Would discuss climate change, but know you’ve abandoned this, rough!
O! FLUFF! FIZZ! ICE-TRUFFLES and BANDALEES!
Can't see the forest, for the snow on trees!
Where every gossamer veil of snow delights
And every string of bulbs mimics Heav'n's Lights!
O! TRUE! the tales of gnomes and Ice-Elves are!
(I fear some fool will catch one in a jar
and so, I've held my Peace on this -- so far)
But NOW, I must speak out, you see... on par
With Ancient Wisdom are the Fairy Stories,
Chuck full of Angels, dwarves... filled with the Glories
Of... Champions, Magicians of Renown...
Of tiny folk, who live in Tinytown…
Of Reprimands for those who trouble Nature
(Or use JUST Scientific Nomenclature).
REBUKE! O, WISE! The Unbelievers, ALL!
Who LAUGH at gnolls and trolls, both great, and small!
For He that trusts not, sews with poison thread,
That knots Hope; leaves Imagination dead.
Date Written: December 28, 2018
For Contest: BUNNY LUMP
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Drink in life from a sippy cup,
take it all in but stop at enough.
Quench the mind's thirst but
don't over stuff.
Distinguish from what's needed
from what's just fluff.
Snowflakes are falling
Softly landing on the ground...
Winter ground covering
Maybe you were foaming at the mouth
Brain dead from reading so many poems now
That one more poem, my poem, was just too much
For you, depleted of original thought, to touch
And so you succumbed to the Horror I see
The “Great Work!” comment you left for me
I can only hope that in your stupor
You didn’t realize your false sounding blooper
Because I would hate to think that your message was Fluff
To stroke my ego, or because you couldn’t scrounge up
Even one nice thing to say
About my writing today
The question remains, haunting my brain:
Did you honestly like it and just take the short cut,
Or did you pump me up with a load of fluff?
1/31/12
Received 1st place in Carol's "Fluff" contest
The Royal Dragon, Fluff, was ugly and mean.
Things she did were cruel and obscene.
She was so wrong,
it inspired a song.
"Fluff, the Tragic Dragon, Queen"!
Knew a kid who thought he was tough,
Just a bully doing mean stuff.
One day after falling
He then started bawling,
We found he was nothing but fluff.
By: Greg Stanley
Entry into Carol’s “Fluff” contest
I remember in my early teens,
being teased about my facial hair was really mean,
people would tease and they would poke,
always trying to make jokes,
but it wasn't just bum fluff to me.
Contest: FLUFF - Carol Brown
M.Mahauariki © 2012
1st place
Love is you loving me and me loving you
The rest is piñata fluff
Though love seems an illusion
it lives in the soul of expectation
I fight for the love we had yesterday
to experience your pure love again
and as we know today some people can’t be loved
in this promiscuous era of selfish indulgences
the personal pronoun prevails
But you and I have a loving history
I always felt we were too quick to part
but we have seen the light
haven't we?
When the young fall in love
they have no understanding of the struggles ahead
unselfish efforts we willingly make to strengthen the bonds of love
may later default on the promise that forever love though sincerely said
can close all paths to the truth of an honest love
But you and I are lucky to have found each other again
you feel that too don't you?
we remember the love we had and shared don't we?
enough shenanigans, let’s go home, our home
And love each other again fervently
like we did the first time we met and began this true love
in those golden tomorrows we promised each other
in those happier days and nights of yesterday
What an awful word is Fluff
as if the English language
wasn’t tough enough
Sir Thomas Elyot would have a fit
If he knew Fluff was in it
You can fluff your words
Or Fluff your lines
Do cotton buds come from Fluff mines?
You might Fluff your pillows
Or your candy floss
You can Fluff your absence
to your fluffy boss
here ends this rhyme
barely good enough
for as a competition entry
it’s a bit of a Fluff.
< Fluff of billowy clouds
Looking like they have Angelic faces
Utterly smiling down on Mother Earth
Forecasting peace for all mankind
Foresakes for all sinners
Entry For
Carol Browns
Fluff Contest
G.L. All
Reflected light is shimmering here,
finding me floundering in my fluff,
gazing at this shattered glass
as I dance, dance away, away.
I cut my bare toes -
sixty steps to the minute,
those sixty seconds, sixty seconds:
click-click, tick-tock, bop-bop.
Your shine dims like a dull, dull dime
in my battered brain, seeing the blood
on my toes, as they dance, prance
on the shattered shimmering glass.
A battered brain is shapeless stuff
that lets me flounder in my fluff.
The shattered brain sees shattered glass.
They'll take this tumour away.
Will humour return, humanity remain,
once I've danced, pranced
for those surgical folk in masks
who'll take knives to my brain?
(6/7 Feb 2023)
Heavy grey clouds have finally passed.
Spring is coming at last, at last.
Blue sky full of wispy fluff
Says to winter 'enough, enough'.
Fluffy white clouds in sky of blue.
This kind of day ... long overdue.
Enough of winter, enough of cold.
It's pristine beauty did quickly grow old.
Spring, oh Spring, is on it's way
As the fluffy clouds come out to play.
Sally got a spot on “Survivor” island
Short, thin and blonde, men regarded her as “fluff”
What they didn’t see was her will to beat them
She was determined to prove she had the stuff
Standing first in line to dive off a high cliff
And land without harm in deep water below
One man joked, “Best be careful, Miss Sally Fluff”
Muscle-laden big guys thought they ran the show
Sally glared and whispered, “I’m gonna teach you”
Somersaulting in air, landing perfectly
Then among all the men apprehension grew
Biggest lug of all started to feel sickly
It was Jason’s turn to dive; he felt dizzy
The drop seemed so far to where Sally waded
“Go ahead and dive,” Sal yelled, “it was easy”
Tables had turned as Sal goaded and baited
Jason turned and ran back to his team’s tepee
Then all the men fled; this challenge looked too rough
For the first time in Survivor history
The prize was won by a gal they’d called “fluff”
*Entry for Carol Brown’s “Fluff” contest
a baby blue fringe
ran over the back of my hand
I stroke its silken thread
to trail a hundred
fingers of silk, over my face
tornados of chaos
surround the outer wards
and levee's wash with the
tears of family and friends
lost in halls of white
in a ball of tranquility
I sit dethroned
the Empress of Pain,
now content
to be a shadow
of yesterday
the frayed ends
of my fringe
drift through the fall
of twilight
sparkling the stars
and waxing to smile,
at man in the moon
and in dreams of faded
bits of nothing