Best Frisbees Poems
(Even If You Are A Cat Person This Applies To You)
Dear Dogs,
When I say to move it means go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two dogs in the way.
The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food.
The other dishes are mine and contain my food.
Please note placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and my food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a race track.
Beating me to the bottom is not the object.
Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed.
I'm very sorry about this but do not think that I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort.
Look at videos of dogs sleeping. They can actually curl up into a ball.
It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out with tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space used is nothing but doggie sarcasm.
My compact discs are not miniature frisbees.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom.
If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut it is not necessary to claw, whine, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open.
I must exit through the same door I entered.
In addition, I have been using bathrooms for years;
canine attendance is not mandatory.
Lastly, the proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dogs butt.
I cannot stress this enough.
It would be such a simple change for you.
With Love,
Mom
Categories:
frisbees, funny, pets,
Form:
Blank verse
Let's take this chance to relish color
Embrace the autumn while it's here
for soon, we'll need turn the corner
and find Jack Frost is waiting there
His frosty face will nip the air,
His slick rain coat will steal the show
He'll blow a wind to bring the snow
and trees will shed the golden glow
Let's count the stars upon the night
Before he snaps his fingers, twice
Let's bask in harvest moon's delight
before he turns the world to white
Relax among the fragrant grass
Pick pumpkins and an apple red
Throw frisbees high above your head
Let red and rust adorn your bed
Around the corner here he comes
He whistles winds, and likes his rum
He'll offer you a icy cone
But do beware, he schemes to own
He brings along a holiday
And loves to watch our children play
Let's run around the nearest corner
To see how long that he will stay
A snap of fingers, a snap of cold
Will stop us in our tracks, be warned
He calls the shots, and though he's old
He'll last until the sun is warm
Let's take this chance to soak the sun
before he spoils all the fun
The world will never be the same
until we wave goodbye again
_________________________________________________
10/18/14 For Francine Robert's Contest: "Around The Corner"
Categories:
frisbees, autumn, nature, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
Crawling in the clouds
Lifting the limitless
Above the abandoned
Searching for sorrows
End…
We hope for honesty
Listen with lingering hope
Promising pumpkin pie
Towards the timid
Leaves…
Saving the sand-dollars
For making modern discs
Of flying frisbees
That float over favorite
Subjects…
Becoming the beautiful
Through hours of horrid
Darkness which destiny
Seems to evoke simultaneously
Open…
Where nature nurtures me
By its calming caring culture
And life honors the living
With Fall coming fervently
The end leaves subjects open…
Open!
Russell Sivey
Categories:
frisbees, dark, inspiration, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I have told this story, a long time ago in a different way.
Because its true I would like to tell it again today.
It’s a new poem, the story is old, so tell me what you think.
This time I relate it for a contest by Empress Ink.
It was Summer holidays. Six weeks time off from school,
Nothing much to do. Maybe beach or swim at home in the pool.
I applied for a job, packing Frisbees in a sheltered workshop.
The heat machine was too dangerous, and work had to stop.
The hot wire to cut the shrink-wrap might burn the disabled.
Four of us were hired for 6 weeks to use it, as “fit” we were labelled.
The regular workers considered us a novelty working there,
Some people as they passed, us would just stop and stare.
So many wonderful people all with disabilities they had,
There was a cheery atmosphere, and it didn’t make us feel sad.
The workers seemed to help each other and were kind and giving,
All doing a great job working in spite of difficulties, earning a living.
A young guy managed to ask me if I would sit with him for lunch.
I sat next to him at a big table with all the rest of the bunch,
Such sweet folk, all happy and bright,
Not one of them dwelling on their challenged plight.
He invited me but struggled with words, very hard to know what he said.
He had a very bad limp, and he continually nodded his head.
After that day he beckoned me to lunch with him every chance.
The boss said, “don’t worry He’s simple, his name is Lance,“
We all laughed and had fun those days when lunchtime would start.
Each one of their personalities went straight to my heart
On the last day, when we had finally wrapped the last frisbee,
We were saying goodbye, Lance limped up and gave a card to me.
It read, My sister wrote this for me. I wish you knew what I was like,
Because I wasn’t simple before that accident on my motorbike.
My eyes filled with tears, as I hugged him and simply walked away.
I still think of him, and all the rest of those featherless angels to this day.
Non Fiction.
Categories:
frisbees, angel, work,
Form:
Rhyme
Kids are funny poets in disguise
Needing, wanting, blessing every day
From Sticks and stones
To climbing trees
Everywhere I go kids are running
Leaping out, playing hopscotch
Using high voltage of imagination
From bubble gum
To singing songs
Chasing frogs, children are so much fun
Bouncing balls and jump rope
Having the time of life every day.
From short box of sand,
To hand shadows on the wall,
Painting and decorating-
-an everlasting moment
A gleeful smile on every face
Kids are funny poets in disguise
Touching, feeling, sharing every day
From dreaming of candy
To wanting hugs
Playing outside in the rain,
Jumping in puddles of mud
Easy to satisfy with love
From merry go rounds
To down the slide
A born poet in disguise
Navigating the world,
through the best form of imaginary
From rough and tough
To - sharp and sweet
Dirty little fingers
Imaginary friend
Flying kites and frisbees
Kids are funny poets in disguise
Feeling, crying, yelling their hearts out
From chickenpox
To having the flu
Scared, on their first day of school
Scraping knees - kisses, please
Sometimes kids feel more than grown ups do
Kids are funny poets in disguise
Giving life the perfect meaning
~10-25-15~
Categories:
frisbees, adventure, age, appreciation, blessing,
Form:
Free verse
Walk along the river bank, lined with poplar trees,
Listen to the birds that sing their sweet melodies,
Mothers pushing strollers pause, to the humming bees,
A juggler keeps balls aloft, while on bended knees,
On the pond, pompous swans gracefully glide with ease,
Men in caps, meet on benches, enjoying coffees,
Children feed corn to hungry ducks, with quacking pleas,
Couples stroll the promenade, smiling in the breeze,
Picnickers open baskets of fruit, wine and cheese,
Playful dogs off leashes, catching flying frisbees,
Joggers pound the pavement, in shorts and sporty tees,
A beautiful day, to bask in eighty degrees.
January 15, 2017 Monorhyme for contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Categories:
frisbees, family, friendship, imagery, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Bright sunshine dappled
at the gay affair,
in a park so green.
There was revelry,
laughter, food and dance,
and at times romance.
The blooms blazed colors,
lit up by the sun.
The happy children
chased the hued balloons.
Ice cream, cookout, fun-
and sun, sun, sun, sun!
The dogs chased frisbees,
and the babies crawled
in grass very green.
Gliding on sunshine,
redbirds sang amour,
and the festival
went on into night!
Then fireworks lit skies,
like the sunshine as
it is departing,
to close one more day!
Written on 4/8/2021
For: Anacreontic Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
frisbees, flower, fun, games, green,
Form:
Free verse
(or) Those Summer Days With Danny
Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
Where We Walked Along The Shore
Beside Star-Fish Strewn On The Beach
Tossed Above The Ocean's Floor ...
Where Danny Surfed The Waves
and Raced The Crested Curls
& Showed How To Ride Water-Roller-Coasters
To His First Love's (Gidget) Girl ...
With Ocean's Roar In Our Ears
and Echoes of Found Seashells
We Would Kiss & Say ... 'I Love You'
& Write It, So Sands of Time Would Tell ...
... of Summer Days With Danny
Where The Sun Became Our Clock
The Day Stood-Still & Dipped In Ponds
As Spray Dashed Upon Pier-Rocks ...
Where We Sat & Made Our Plans
of A Future For First Love
Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
Beneath A Beach-Umbrella-Cove
In Those Days We'd Met 'Rider-Pete'
Who, Many Had Tagged 'Beach Bum'
But Pete Taught What He Lived & Loved
& Was A King When He Made Surf Runs! ...
Days of Seventeen, Picnics & Parties
Naiviette' & Swim-Wear, Nearly Nude
Showed The Glow of Beautiful Bodies
A-Glistening ... While Gleaming The Cube ...
and Falling In Love From High Altitudes
With A ... 'Raindrop On A Dam' ... Attitude
In Those Days With My Hot-Dog, Danny-Dude
Sharing Thrills of Lightning Tunnels Thru Tubes ...
With Danny & His Big Dipper
Who Was Like A Raider, Raised On Waves!
But Me On My Glass Slipper ...
Knew Which 'Big Ones' Not To Chase ...
In Those Summer Days of Beach Volleyball
Throwing Frisbees With Moon-Doggies & Girlfriends
But Our Favorite & Most Fun Hangout Was
In The Forum of 'Hanging Ten' ...
Into The Great Rolls of Sparkling Ripples
Paddling Out To Rush Riptides- Poured
When Life Was Stronger & Simple
... We Rose & Raced On Glossed Surfboards ...
To Return To Repose On Abandoned Blankets
While Watching Glorious Sunsets
In Those Summer Days With Danny
And First Love ... I'll Not Forget ...
Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
That Season of Sweet, First-Love
of Ocean-Wave-Chariots, Riding Me ...
Like Sunshine Rides On Wings of Doves ...
... aahh ... Those Summer-Surf-Filled Days
With Danny
Written & Copyrighted © : 5/27/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
Categories:
frisbees, beach, boyfriend, first love,
Form:
Light Verse
Cat Facts
Cats have been known to bark at night in Indonesia
People there don’t like them and find them pretentious
For insomnia cats count lives, 9 if I’m not mistaken
If you throw cats from airplanes they won’t die
Provided the planes are parked on runways
And the cats are tossed, ever so gently, like Frisbees
Little kittens don’t get breast augmentations
Implants can be dangerous and costly
They are too young and parents won’t approve
And none of them have pockets
Cats prey at night. Mice pray also
For cannibals in Indonesia and peace in the Middle East
They pray for cats to run away and play with birds
If a cat is thrown hard, off a very high building
Say, into the ocean, will it fly or die?
Reliable sources say don’t try. We don’t know why
If you want to continue with your marriage
Keep your kiddie low and dry
Though cats can swim they prefer a sauna and a lunch
Preferably fresh milk, fish, then sleeping on the lawn
Cats don’t need money for their food
Again, they don't have pockets
Humans do everything for free
They love their cats, because cats are actually in charge
Cats don’t get sunburns in Florida
They hide under cars and trees
And are not as dumb as you might think
Cats get their way, by saying just one word, ..…Meow
In Indonesia they bark
Categories:
frisbees, cat, celebrity, education, flying,
Form:
Didactic
Beachfront condos shrouded in the early mist
of morning. Seagulls hanging on the breeze,
their screeching waking sleepyheads
before their coffee, it's July the 4th,
the holiday is here!
Sailboats daubed in milky opalescence
growing clear, as sunlight nibbles at the sea wall.
Artists set their easels, hot dog vendors
primed and waiting, T-shirt boutiques
ready for the avalanche.
Parking-lots are full, it's getting hot now.
Suntanned beauties modeling string bikinis
scramble for position.
"Let's get the best spot on the beach!"
they cry, toting towels and frisbees to the sand.
Flags and beer are peddled in profusion,
smells of barbecue and pizza fill the air.
Suntan oil for those who need it,
all those fair-skinned redheads seeking
rest and refuge from the blazing sun.
Painters competing for the famed Grand Prize,
trying to catch the essence of the ocean.
Could be the next Monet! Muted pastels
smeared on canvas. Hold on, Claude,
you'd best not give up your day job!
Para-gliders soar in gay abandon,
floating through the sky like eagles hovering
they lay it on the line. You ask me,
it's sheer recklessness,
all those crazy people cheating gravity!
Musicians making ready for the concert,
violins and tubas tuning up.
People find their beach chairs
and get comfortable to listen
to the melodies of vintage Broadway songs.
And then the fireworks - woosh, boom, crackle! -
shock the heavens with their iridescent light.
'The Star-Spangled Banner.' Couples cuddle
up in blankets to watch the rockets
paint the sky 'Red, White and Blue!'
They make their way contented to their cars,
young and old alike loved the festivities.
Stop to get some Rolaids, (too much pizza,
fun and frolic!) but the day will last forever
in their memories.
Categories:
frisbees, holiday,
Form:
Verse
The sun kisses my skin with a thousand burning lips,
Making it sensitive beneath my gentle fingertips.
The shade offers no comfort in the miserable heat
I wish there was someplace cool where I can retreat
So I head to the beach where the water is so blue,
Ocean so clear that you can see straight through
Seagulls selfishly screaming “MINE” at everything
Loving the noise that these winged gluttons sing
Sand so soft that my feet sink in and disappear
Children laugh gleefully as they jump off the pier
Waves hit the shore leaving behind thick seaweed
And hermit crabs race back to the water with speed
Beach volleyball games and dogs catching Frisbees
Teenagers flying their kites in the soft, pleasant breeze
Ladies sunbathing while their men apply sunscreen
Laying there peacefully and looking very serene
I’m standing on the beach taking in my surroundings
As the burn from the sun continues its pounding
I run into the water to cool off in the sun’s ire
And the ocean is where I relax from the wicked sun’s fire
Like ice cold lemonade caressing a parched throat
The water refreshes me as I slowly drift afloat
The water kisses my skin with a thousand soothing lips,
Making it silky smooth beneath my gentle fingertips.
Categories:
frisbees, nature, sea, water, beach,
Form:
Rhyme
Little paws on little feet
Begging for a special treat
Chasing string and tails too
Chewing on your favorite shoe
Catching frisbees in the air
Licking you to show they care
Jumping on you in the night
Purrs and Bow Wows make it right
Cuddles on your neck and cheek
For attention that they seek
Belly rubs and wagging tails
Playful scratching with long nails
Scattered all around the house
Are rubber bones and wind up mouse
Food and water in small bowls
Getting dirty digging holes
Shedding all their fur and hair
Trouble making--- sorry stares
Always doing crazy things
Smiles they will always bring
In our hearts they'll always be
A silly puppy and kitty
Categories:
frisbees, fun, pets, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
~Winter Bids Autumn Adieu~
Russet, orange and harvest gold
Autumn is the season when colors unfold.
The trees in celebration
dancing to the wind
preparing for the watery
wayward winds to rescind.
Lovers stroll hand in hand in the park
while people throw frisbees
to their dogs that bark.
Children play jumping
in the colorful leaves.
Sweaters, shirts and jackets
all with long sleeves.
Soon the ground will
be covered with pearly snow.
The night sky all lit up
with Christmas lights sparkling
and faces of innocence aglow.
Categories:
frisbees, autumn,
Form:
Alliteration
Midst sullen storm and winter's grip,
Secure and warm I toddies sip.
By fireside glow my thoughts take wing.
While watching snow, I dream of spring.
Spring's swimming pools, azalea shrubs,
And garden tools and hiking clubs.
It's daffodils and meadows green,
Beguiling hills and robins seen.
Spring's sandals, shorts, and twilight strolls
And outdoor sports and fishing holes.
It's parks and plows and lake canoes
And budding boughs and barbecues.
Spring's berry pies and blossom scents
And butterflies and camping tents.
It's barefoot boys and scabby knees
And playground noise and climbing trees.
Spring's sandy shores and open doors.
It's burgers grilled and bleachers filled.
It's nesting pairs, awakened bears
And county fairs and folding chairs.
Spring's frisbees thrown and fledglings born
And lilies grown for Easter morn.
It's graduation, seeking jobs,
And spring vacation's rowdy mobs.
Spring's thunderstorms and lightning bolts,
Orlando swarms and Derby colts.
It's Masters play and op'ning day,
The Final Four and Indy's roar.
Spring's wagonloads on country roads,
Balloons and kites and eagle flights.
It's dates for proms, a day for moms,
A bride's trousseau and lawns to mow.
Spring's April rains and billowed sails
And shady lanes and followed trails.
It's love's caress and early dawn
And happiness that winter's gone.
Categories:
frisbees, april, beauty, dream, happiness,
Form:
Quatrain
A flawless sapphire blue tanzanite sky
spurs the flight of a monarch butterfly,
discarding its colorless chrysalis
as summer's sunny rays intensify.
Waves tongue ticklish toes along the shoreline
licking at bare feet playing in the brine,
and laughs and giggles echo in the wind
as the magic of surf and sand combine.
The beach hosts a frenzy of sights and sounds
from frisbees to seagulls doing their rounds,
a cacophony of shrieks and clatter
as the children howl like a pack of hounds.
A yellow sun sparkles like a citrine
hung above splendiferous shades of green,
and I cool my sunburnt skin with a breeze
that smells of sweat and barbequed cuisine.
I revel in the dog days of Summer
set to the beat of a laid-back drummer,
for this unhurried pace is hypnotic,
although summer's end can be a bummer.
(Rubaiyat)
9/5/2018
Categories:
frisbees, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Rubaiyat