Best Forgetful Poems
O, what a forgetful man!
He forgot the wallet
in the car.
He forgot the car keys
in the restaurant.
He forgot to pay for a meal
in the restaurant.
He forgot the name
of the restaurant he went to.
He forgot where he parked
his car.
He forgot his driving license
at his house.
He forgot his cell phone
in the restaurant’s washroom.
He forgot that today is his third
marriage anniversary.
O, what a forgetful man he is!
Contest: Humor Contest
Date of Entry: 6/8/2016
She was never on time
bought her a watch
she loses things too
Written July 17, 2018
Entered Mick Talbot's Senryu Poetry Contest
Forgetful squirrel
Once more your nuts are all lost
Oak trees in my lawn
Though Aunt was a senior citizen
She liked hanging out with younger men.
Ole maid dated a lot,
Guys’ nicknames she forgot;
And choked on desserts using her pen.
6/28/2015
Andrea Dietrich's Write with the Wit of Twain
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"You can't depend on your judgment
when your imagination is out of focus."
There is once a boy who went to farm to cult bush
Without cutlass on his hand,he has
Reached the farm before
He remembered
He was forced to used his mouth to pluck the bush
Without paper and pen
Thoughts through my head
Like raindrops falling
Never to be seen again
Written 10/13/2015
Contest: 10 lines or less
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
stare blankly at the
white string around my finger -
what did I forget
A morning it was shining red,
And mister president's black hat,
Was siting on his solemn hair,
As it was not at all aware,
That it's a hat of a fat rat.
By using crown to form its speech,
»Good morning!« Said the hat to each,
Of man that passed its rat called Leech,
And if it had a hand or two,
I'm pretty sure it would bow too.
The hat was eating not that day,
If it was lucky, so to say,
The rat will fed him with some spray,
It did not know although that rat,
Must always have a shining hat.
Hat has not seen a rat or swine,
Its not a pig it is a swine,
That doesn't wear a hat, yet still,
The hat does work without its will,
Without its pride and right to dine.
The rabbit always laughed about,
Those hats which never worn are out,
Now hats have risen. Nevermore,
Will they be greeting like before,
If they are worn they'll rudely shout.
The rats will eat the rabbit scum,
And hats will later on succumb,
For who will laugh when rabbit's gone,
To make them see and then act on,
Remember hats are poor and dumb.
The night it will be shining red,
And mister president's black hat,
Will still be sitting on his hair,
As it will never be aware,
That it's a hat of a fat rat.
I lost my mind one foggy day, quite some time ago
checked with local K-Mart store, they sadly told me no
Sears said no one turned it in, Target said the same
Burger King, McDonalds too, both said they weren't to blame
Checked with Walmart, Dollar Store, Kroger's every aisle
Even checked the "Up-Scale" stores, they all were in denial
Didn't stop, the weeks went by, the list was getting long
Wendy's, Domino's, KFC, from each the same old song
Stopped to get a coffee at a Dunkin Doughnut's shop
They smiled and cheered when I walked in, "hey look what you forgot!"
"You left it on the counter, about a month ago
we knew you'd come back in for it, you never fail to show"
I sighed relief and thanked them as I looked into the bag
getting disappointed now, this really is a drag
Nothing there but coffee, I was starting to get sore
It bothered me, I didn't know, what I went in there for.....
Wonder Woman
What happened to the me I knew
back in the bloom of girlish youth
I wonder where the years have gone
when I still feel just twenty one.
My hair's now fifty shades of grey
was a brunette back in the day
Wonder where these wrinkles come from
yesterday I’m sure I had none.
I wonder where I've left my watch
the damn thing has gone and got lost
Wonder where did I put my specs
why is it that I soon forget.
Where on earth's my bottle of gin
where’s the glass that I put it in
I’m sure that they're somewhere around
oh why is it they can’t be found.
I bought a lottery ticket
but I’m unable to find it
If it won I’d be reminded
in language not of the kindest.
Feels as if I’m swimming through fog
the mechanics of my mind clog
All I ask is please do not shout
given time I will work things out.
A bit forgetful is allowed
I’m Wonder Woman - and so proud.
18th March 2021
A cold dark past
A Chill chilled Dawn
An empty vessel full of bitterness
A lonely heart that can't fill up!
Such Is Life, Is it?
So, what can be done ahead?
What is it really to be filled?
An empty space, a broken piece!
A great hollow spot! An empty gaze....
Don't wanna recall!
Don't wanna recapitulate!
Don't wanna recall all!
A forgetful past
A bitter one!
Memory gone
Memory lost!
Can you see my keys?
I can’t remember where they are,
See I really need to find them
Or I can’t get in the car.
Every time I walk in a room
It’s all very hazy
My remember is broke
And it’s driving me crazy.
Have you seen my glasses?
I’m sure I put them there
I’ll just take another look
Maybe they’re under the chair.
Sometimes I put things away
Where it’s safe you see,
The only person that it’s
Safest from usually is me
Did you see my coat?
I left it on that hook
Oh! Please just help me
Take another look
Often when I walk into a room
I say what am I here for?
I wrack my brain all in vain
And go back through the door.
When I’m out shopping
I stop and have a chat
When that person walks away
I ask myself who the heck was that?
I know there’s things I used to do
But now I can’t remember
The urges that I used to have
Are dying like an ember
So if you find my remember
Please let me have it back
It may have my name on
And I think it could be Jack.
Forgetful are those moments
which have passed by
and if I don't forget them
I shall surely cry
The moments which didn't last a few seconds
but do have a great importance
it surely occurred amidst my friends
but neither of them could ever sense
The moments which I knew
The moments which she knew
The moments of unwilling strangeness
in which neither of us could confess
She kept on searching something
which she could never find
but by the looks on her face
I knew what went on her mind
The moments when we met together
by some strange co-incidences
she always did try to avoid me
creating an artificial strangeness
Moments when we met alone
I could see in her eyes clearly
that she talked to me as such
she was made to do forcefully
Surely I must forget these moments
but how can I do so
with life so close to her
where I must surely go.
Woe Betide The Forgetful…
Though the body be weary and tired,
the soul burns with everlasting energy.
To where we have come,
much farther remains to go.
The Moses exodus;
Noah’s unchartered course;
pale the journey ahead.
Crisscrossing Middle Passage streams
put Bermuda Triangle to shame.
To hell and back carries much pain.
In the crosswinds of changing seas’ seasons,
we can no longer ponder where we go;
but to where we must inevitably be.
We can only be where we are to be;
because we were born to be free—
By any means necessary.
From sea to shining sea,
we shall be free.
Not like the shorn lamb
or possum player—afraid;
but like the Loin of Judah
and Cobra of Shiva,
we shall strike back.
Free at last begets bitter entombment.
Freedom now begets sweet resurrection.
decluttering
library book
20 year fine