Best Four Times Poems
If you believe
This poem is about,
a black and white
COW
in the shower
...
You are wrong
It's about ;
MONKEYS
Monkeys in cages
Four times four meters
both in width and height
A sad life
They are bored
Shouting and screaming all day
One big mouth with powerful canines
Scratching their buttocks and licking toes
Within this monkey cage they get sick
They feel insecure and need control
Creating their own rules, it's about power
The result of the actions is called :
Psychological deviants
Hominoidea, called human monkeys
... I hope the cow enjoys the shower
22.08.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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- Poem of the Week 27.08.2017 -
The sun is dripping
Blood into the sea.
The sky runs crimson
Heavy is the heart
The wound fresh and deep
Tears fall at sunset.
“One day I saw the sun set forty-four times! … You know, when you're
feeling very sad, sunsets are wonderful.” @ Antoine de Saint.
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Author: Paul Callus ~ 18th October 2014
Contest: Design Your Tableau
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Placed: 2nd
Watch out for da Boogie Woogie man
he's comin ta get ya if he can
Ooh smooth moves soft lips
he's got dem electric hips
A twirling dynamo who likes ta dip
Ya doze buttons ain't safe
dat bra strap's likely ta rip
Look at da twinkle in is eye
He promises ta make ya fly
Yep just wait, me oh my
he'll lift dat dress so high
Hardly even will he hafta try
he got da moves dat'll make ya sigh
Afterwords you jus be wonderin why
Like I say he da Boogie Woogie man
he's comin ta get ya if he can
Ooh smooth moves soft lips
he's got dem electric hips
Twirling dynamo who likes ta dip
Ya doze buttons ain't safe
dat bra strap's likely ta rip
Ripped bra buttons on da floor
heat's up high but ya want more
He flips ya round four times four
in da shower up against the door
Ya feel da heat deep in yo core
It's like da waves are crashing on da shore
He says "do ya like it dat way whore!"
He makes ya ta feel da shame
So ya run outta his place
lipstick all smeared on yo face
But ya still feel yo heart race
as you clutch dat ripped lace
All yo pleasure gone every trace
if only ya had a can a mace
You warn her about the Boogie Woogie man
"He's coming to get you if he can
Smooth moves soft lips
don't be seduced by those electric hips
That fellow wants to do more than dip
Your buttons aren't going to be safe
that bra strap is likely to rip!"
As I stand on the shore of lake Huron in Ontario, Canada
Marveling at all the beauty with autumn at her peek
I see what I assume a flying leaf upon a cool breeze
Until it lands upon my hand and folds its wings
Velvet orange, striped with black, edged with dots of white
I watch in awe as that Monarch butterfly once again takes flight
Four times it had to shed its skin to pick itself up off the ground
A caterpillar that stole away in a chrysalis until its truth was found
Four generations would come and go before its final stage
A journey over land and sea, two thousand miles of flight
To a mountain range in Mexico ... its final destiny where it would
Join …millions and millions of other monarch butterflies
that somehow against all odds survived…
A miracle is what I see each time a Monarch butterfly, flutters by.
For the Contest
Watching sunsets flare
Hypnotized we stare.
Horizons last light
Burning orange bright.
Heaven and earth one,
As our day is done.
Used Quote from the Little Prince
“One day I saw the sun set forty-four times!’ ‘You know, when you’re feeling very sad, sunsets are wonderful.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
10.15.2014
Nette Onclauds Contest:
Design your Tableau 4th
Funeral today
Teardrops flow freely
I gaze at the sky
Sun sets on your life
Glorious gold glow
Soothes my breaking heart
Jan Allison
16th October 2014
Contest: Design Your Tableau
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
3. One day I saw the sun set forty-four times!' … 'You know, when you're feeling very sad, sunsets are wonderful
~awarded 4th place~
Born in London in eighteen eighty nine,
a 'rags to riches' story just like mine.
His childhood was full of horrid violence.
In adulthood he was the king of silence.
In silent reels of comedy he found his fame.
Moving to America is where he made his name.
Through slapstick hilarity and tender tears,
he entertained the world for countless years,
Known for his speech in the Great Dictator,
mocked Hitler, but was seen as a traitor.
Criticised for refusing to go to war.
He was a pacifist, so it caused uproar.
He said his mum was the first to inspire,
he was knighted by the British Empire.
Married four times with eleven children,
had many affairs seen as forbidden.
His laughter was born from the deepest pain.
His artistic spirit will always remain.
He mirrored life in hues of black and white,
whilst painting dreams as a beacon of light.
Looking at the peaceful setting,
I look up and quickly realize.
That an image is taking shape,
Forming in a rather large size.
It is the shape of a grass dancer,
Grass dancing on the clouds.
Dancing to the beat of the thunder,
I hear his dance steps aloud.
As the lightening strikes,
The thunder rumbles, and sounds.
His feet tap four times then he strides,
Spinning and pacing around.
Full of strength, his dance is endless,
Yet disappears in the blink of an eye.
I was treated to a dance of cloud stepping,
By the Indian in the sky.
HOW MANY TIMES ?
Now I’m a commonsense-o-holic
But when I was a practising catholic
Confession was always a trial or a show.
The guy behind the wire-gauze fence
Always seemed to want to know
How many times I had done the offence.
Well the most common offence, though odious,
Of young teenage boys is obvious:
And sometimes I used to mentally advance
The following extenuating circumstance
Well twenty-eight times this week
Because my hormones were at their peak;
Well fifty-three times but I must admit
It would have been sixty you’d have to acquit
If I had had enough energy left for such crimes;
Well, father, it would have been four times,
But there's no lock on the door, you see
And my mother walked in on me, suddenly.
What did he do with all the statistics of my energy pent?
Of frequency ? Of offending commandment?
Did he report to higher authority?
Did he keep bar charts or pie graphs of me
Compared with other boys of teen-age?
Was I better or worse than average?
Confession is secret so I never found out
But to hell I am going beyond any doubt.
His long cane pole limber and perfect,
Patiently waiting, his eye on the bobber
For his prey, he has the utmost respect,
The big fish almost becoming his cobber.
He’d seen it swim among the rocks alone
Unmindful of its nemesis on the bank
The water clearer, he could see the stone,
He longed to hook it firmly, give it a yank.
Four times before he’d watched it feed
Once in the rocks, thrice in the shallows
A great catch it would surely fulfill a need
To cement his place among his fellows,
But the sun now approaching mid-morn
Signaled he was too late to catch today,
Beaming on the fisherman with scorn
No prize catch would there be to filet.
Written August 15, 2022
Streaks of orange hue
Burst as dewed flowers
Remind me anew,
Of lost sundown hours
When eyes bid adieu.
#3:.“One day I saw the sun set forty-four times!' …
'You know, when you're feeling very sad,
sunsets are wonderful.
Lightning cut the power off four times this week
As sultry summer storms pass overhead
By candlelight, I write a letter to my sweetheart
Without him, I feel powerless
Without him, I feel powerless
By candlelight, I write a letter to my sweetheart
As sultry summer storms pass overhead
Lightning cut the power off four times this week.
August 15, 2020
For John Lawless’s “Mirror Mirror” contest
I can’t get behind the wheel, I’m disqualified
So I’m on the early morning train ride to the city
There are so many commuters, I join the throng
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide.
We are packed like sardines crushed side by side
Makes me wish I’d never driven when blind drunk
It’s many years before I can get my licence back
Now I rely on trains or friends or take a taxi ride
I wish I could drive my car, that can’t be denied
But I got caught and ended up before the judge
Got banned from driving, I had to pay a huge fine
I’ve lost my good character; and my sense of pride
I began drinking heavily when my dear wife died
It spiraled out of control but I don’t deserve any pity
As being four times over the limit cannot be justified
Fiction poem for Contest
3. Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide.
03/09/20
CHARM SCHOOL
They found two heavy charmed quarks,
the other one, straight up for larks.
One up and two splendidly rotund,
you ain't heavy, you're a baryon.
A poised new baryon in inner space,
you’ll define and describe your place.
What flavor is there for today,
in your fleeting quick decay.
Collided winks in mass array,
a subatomic burst display.
A glimpse of lithesome spinning up,
with your two roly-poly pups.
On binary cycle mass to mass,
heavy bits just moving past.
In pas de deux the lithesome one,
sails around the chunky ton.
Your four times heavier than most,
a source of energy is not your boast.
But may the Strong Force be with thee,
as we foretell in Q C D.
We just hate what you’ve been named,
It’s greek to us and so untamed.
Called: ka-sigh-see-see-plus-plus,
I dub thee, Hippo-part-icus.
-Edlynn Nau
Written: October 7, 2017
©April 8, 2019
This was after this new unusual particle was discovered in July of 2017 and I’m just getting around to finishing it. Dedicated to the team of the LHCb experiment.
I need it all the time
I hunt for it.
I advertise for it.
I answer ads for it.
Anyone else need it as badly as I do?
Oh I'm sure there are a few of you
that would do as I have done and
maybe even worse.
But you can only go so long.
Then that urge will catch up with you again.
This is a never ending thing.
You have it maybe three or four times a day.
Maybe more. Who knows what each person's
need's are but themselves?
But you sleep and get refreshed and BOING!!
There it is again! That urge!!!
And that urge gets greater everyday!
"Oh sure," you say to yourself, "it will soon pass!'
RIGHT!!!!! That need is only satisfied
if you find it and have it!
And have it more than once a day!
I'll bet if I took a survey, more than likely
all of you would confess. You say,
"Not me!" but believe me!!! You have!
And I can prove it if I have too!
Please don't ask me what it is,
because if you do, I'll have to explain
this poem and that's something I could
never do. This poem gives me the willies,
as it should you. GO AHEAD AND ASK!!
JUST DO IT!! And see what answer you
get!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!