Best Funky Poems
She came out of the sea at twilight
Weak and trembling, bent with age
Her hair entwined with seaweed
The pounding surf a watery stage. .
She stood awhile and listened
then with the most frightful groan
Beaconed with a bony finger
To her minions in the foam..
Out of the waves they scrambled
Creatures from the dark and deep
Unleashed this one dark night
From their prison did they creep..
The danced the Funky Monkey
while the stars shown overhead
With abandon celebrated freedom
From their dark and watery bed...
So had the sun and stars aligned
Just this once in untold years
To break the spell they suffered
And dry their unending tears..
And with the light of faintest dawn
They turned from their heavenly shore
All crept back into the thrashing sea
And their likes were seen no more
Co-written with my grandson Jordan..9 yrs old
My love for her was bursting and made for tv.
She didn't miss a beat
Her heart flat lined as she thought of me.
In my carelessness I set to hard of a pace.
Her Maker waited until I was distracted.
Thump.. Thump...
Cupid called and the race was won.
Childlike with those bloody teeth.
Tore the artery I shared with you.
Shocked and raced along.
Waiting for the defib to catch.
Thump... Thump.
She came out of the sea at twilight
Weak and trembling, bent with age
Her hair entwined with seaweed
The pounding surf a watery stage. .
She stood awhile and listened
then with the most frightful groan
Beaconed with a bony finger
To her minions in the foam..
Out of the waves they scrambled
Creatures from the dark and deep
Unleashed this one dark night
From their prison did they creep..
The danced the Funky Monkey
while the stars shown overhead
With abandon celebrated freedom
From their dark and watery bed...
So had the sun and stars aligned
Just this once in untold years
To break the spell they suffered
And dry their unending tears..
And with the light of faintest dawn
They turned from their heavenly shore
All crept back into the thrashing sea
And their likes were seen no more
I wrote this with my grandson several years ago..i thought it would be fun to bring it back again..
Oooh FUNKY MONKEY on a John Deer
tractor in a pair of blue overalls
everybody that gets a load of you just
has to have their picture taken with you
Now you’re a movie star with agents on
speed dial chilling out by the pool in a
pair of shades that makes you look so
Hollywood Kool and everybody there
wants your autograph and their picture
taken with you...
Ahhh FUNKY MONKEY getting down
on the dance floor, dressed to the 9's
drinking banana cocktails some blonde
said give me some sugar and a little
tongue but another said ***** I'll kick
your ass you need to your ass to the
back of the line, this kiss is mine...
Mmmm FUNKY MONKEY driving
a Porsche and a supermodel home
you go FUNKY MONKEY let me know
if you need any help well oh ok then
go on with your bad self...
lucky FUNKY MONKEY, lucky,
lucky FUNKY MONKEY!
Hey, hey, hey Latin cutie,
hot on the dance floor
come and let me dance with
you, I can feel the heat
radiating from your body
and Whoa I am mesmerized
GET FUNKY,GET FUNKY
GET FUNKY baby oh
yi, yi, yi GET FUNKY
GET FUNKY,GET FUNKY
baby work that FANDANGO
Oh go, go, go and GET
FUNKY baby here on the
dance floor do that FANDANGO
like they do in Rio De Janeiro
Hey, hey, hey you Latin hottie
you, get down on your bad self-shake
It baby shake it, look, look
it looks just like jello on springs
oh baby let me touch it, let me
lick it, let me taste it oooh carumba
bon bon Louis and I don't need no
Spanish fly on the fly oh no 'cuz
you are the bomb you hot, hot
Latin thing...
I can feel the heat radiating from
your body and I am mystified
GET FUNKY, GET FUNKY
GET FUNKY baby oh yi, yi, yi
Whoa work that FANDANGO
oh go, go, go and GET FUNKY
GET FUNKY, GET FUNKY
right here and now on the dance
floor, do that FANDANGO, work
that FANDANGO just like you
used to do in Rio, Rio De Janeiro
and GET FUNKY!
Funky Monkey
______________________________
There was such a snappy little monkey
I sold him a banana for paper money
Then a little lion cub
grasped onto my sub
I thought it was something kind of funky.
5/24/14-Jessica Thompson
As peepholes windows rattled on over pot holes,
In the inner sanctum, dim-light show darkly,
As prolific pickpockets glimpsed full fat purses;
With stealthy filty paws to fiddle and fondle inside hot
pies
Where hustling market's women chests underwear pouches,
Raucous kerfuffle flew after razor slashed deep pockets;
Like the flight of Flamengos
Dropping on motion, the golden stolen wallet assailant
vamoose;
And here, disgraceful disguise faces of nourished notorious
beggars,
Glib salesman eulogize marble chalk tablets and
turpentine,
To singe one thousand and one sickness,
And lifeless crowd spilled and shrouded lapsed on the parts
of poison ivy;
Thrust-thronged, defacing the emerging showcase of faceless
skyscrappers,
Better forgot in the museum of pyramid antiquity,
And rot on the garbage of yawning-gap memory,
Dark films smoke caked on drooping ill-faded fountain
Hibiscus,
Tree-lined traveling barb-wire amid
Toxic sludge plaster grass on muddy carpeted borderline,
The prowling beast trailing, triggering machine-gun
shrapnels and blasts;
Screaming smoking tires scattered shimmering lights on wet
avenue,
Turning bank of orchard blooming in red pomegranate into
cemetery bay.
The nation is very rich indeed
But,
Wounded out of loss direction;
Wounded out of lack of ambition,
Weeping out of lack of impulse;
Wounded out of lack of imagination,
Ingeniously exhumed out of the citadel of corruption;
While the funereal ultimately boils down to collateral.
In the funky train,
All the hoo-ha-noisy end in fisticuff;
And the crumpled greenback hand-out cough,
The law has nothing to handcuff,
Kindred turned puppets loss of self-worth in defacto state
of war,
Faced with hemorrhaging despondency;
And splitting migraine disillusionment,
Miseenscene always greeted with fire and blood,
With fight and struggle half dead;
To trip in goats, straw and timber carrier,
Inevitable suicide spoof of teeming commuters,
And a caterwauling exodus end in thousands of legs under
the sea,
Carnival of Sharks tongue-smacked and praise-devour the
abundant feast;
While the aura of authority has little or nothing fish,
Often, sudden delight death cry of assailed victims,
Owa! Owa! Owa! {Alight}
A cry for shanty shambles bus stop,
As if deaf, the tyrant conductor
Lashes out in blinding curse and abuse;
Pressing and shoving for umpteenth fares,
Owa! Owa! Owa!
A plead for just a measure of tonic air,
Hard kerchief to wipe off addicted
Face of invincible gossamer,
Diabolical gene galloping in strides;
As compassion flees from rigours of heart of stone,
If swearing non-syllabic stunned altercating joust;
Could result in re-ordering of the lost world,
Plotless plastic lives of mean children of absentee Mamas
and Papas,
Would gauche braggadocio even king to brutal submission;
O! wretched loud louts touts,
Very loud louts touts foaming with tactless forming;
A riposte, may your road be rough,
A stamp on every man destiny.
In the funky train,
All the hoo-ha-noisy end in fisticuff;
As the crumpled greenback hand-out cough,
The law has nothing to handcuff,
Maneuvering on the sloppy storey hill
A frantic dance of dead-drunk crazy masquerade;
Man-handling the dare-devil by weary drenched soaked in
talisman man,
Springs from a ream hole in the floor
Hand-shuffling on long iron pole gear,
Wrestling with reckless white knuckles of steering wheel;
A nipple for torch-light knob looking tough headlamps,
A bare-face speedometer, a mare decor;
Rear is bare, except fanning out putrid fart in
defecating vulva;
And a pumping brake failure refused to catch,
Disaster looms down a glitch away,
Marijuana induced braggarts, bang at the battered dent
body;
All acted in the climatic anti-climax role in the tragic
play,
As horn and side mirrors, villains make do,
Ghastly farewell garland to stranded passengers on
departure;
Welcome to hellish shore of grimacing dismember carcasses,
From the extinct scratched my backside please dense
Bolekaja view,
Stigmatized masses muck arranged tight,
File in wooden slavery mule;
And the pompous promise land looks a light years away,
Now on the garish cold rusted cut steel,
Buttocks crammed on planks for seats;
Knees folded to gangrene stroke roost,
Pillaged and pilloried, rasped and gasped for a slice bread
of life,
Staled sweats seeped and poured decayed stench on forms;
***** squeezed queued on narrow alley,
Romancing buttocks swell sips to bursting through;
And the lushing rhythmic beating drum
Re-enters lock and brake,
Dilepa dilepa dilepa duro nube o!
Omokunrin kan ti daran nube o!
Ofowo kanmi loyan me solo!
ofowo kanmi nidi me solo!
Toku toku lona nkan boyi o!
Komo ipe kolokolo lahere wa!
The lightening thunders,
The fierceful winds,
Blend together & sings…
When the hunk walks all his way,
With the stylish steps & he’s “CHINMAY”…
Always poses with his ‘Colgate’ smile,
Lifts his collar & says that’s his style… B-)
The roses’ eyes slowly leaks,
When seen his pinky cheeks… (With jealous )
He’s a 24×7 chatterbox,
No fullstop for his naughty talks..
People yell that he’s a big mischeif,
But his heart’s truely a tender leaf… :D
The Mad Doctor said it was official
a solo act with nothing artificial
a fine new creature
with added features
Frankenstein with bells and whistles
Opening night into the audience he jumped
when in his throat he got a huge lump
audience forgot
bic lighters a shock
running away through town like Forrest Gump
The Mad Doctor enrolled him in a class
to overcome his phobia at last
nothing worked
he just went berserk
the class barbecues too much of a flash
Back on stage there was no need to dash
bell and whistle tunes with a lot of class
bic lighter ban
in the stands
his classic hits making a lot of cash.
10-19-17
Marauding through the suburban
Merry-go-rounding through the city landscapes,
Marauding through the city ghettos;
Merry-go-rounding through the Metropolitan,
Marauding through the city gates,
Spluttering armoured tank roaring and rolling on
reconnoitered,
Mobilizing blazing mobile container lopped out of control,
Revving monster enthroned as the villain of the road,
Wailing ramshackle, the knackered one hell of a horse-power
plodded on,
All knee-jerk wounded out in roughly cut steel;
More the crawling millipede, speeding on roughly curl ruin
city,
A tangy flaming yellow lorry burnt into bleeding hearse
lorry;
Virulent virus attacking circulatory fortresses,
A living daylight nightmare dream haunting folks,
As the devouring beast fumed and purred proudly,
Off debris fragrance suspended in lasting pall
Gassing leering leaded blanket of Carbon,
Attacking painful and searing sore-blindness as a bat
And daunting shedding deadly poisonous mournful flowing
tears;
The rooster began to dance
It was raising quite a sweat
Barnyard pals joined in the fun
All funky chickened
There is a monkey
who is very funky.
He dances all day long
to a long song,
and a big wig
that can zag and zig.
Once he even danced with a big pig
with a rig!
When the day is over, he goes to bed
with a mug on his head.
Aunika Alch
Age 11
Stank Breath and Funky Shoes Blues
I was at the soda shop the other day.
Met a cute girl there by the way,
Only thing about that I can see
She had terrible stank breath...whooooeee !
On top of that, when I could again peruse,
I gathered my wits and looked for advice I could choose.
But nothing came, so what did I have to lose.
So I sidled up beside that pretty thing
that’s when I saw those funky shoes.
Oh man, stank breath and funky shoes,
how on earth could a sane man choose
to woo that thing and maybe lose,
to a bait of stank breath and funky shoes?
Well, I went to the Walmart store,
and got stank breath stoppers, maybe ten or more.
I just didn’t want that stuff botherin’ me for shore
so I rubbed and I scrubbed til her feet were sore,
I most had blood dripping to the floor.
But I’ll tell you one thang, I had clean feet galore.
Charles G. Henderson on the rampage again, Lord where is the Lone Ranger and Tonto? Where is Tarzan?
I maybe even need superman and the power rangers. My funk has me towin’ the line,,,,,,,geeze grab me some of that krytonite stink stomper fast.... I’m leavin’, hep hep me Edith, no Carl you just stay where you are... I need edith.
Oct. 7, 2019
My Latest Forte...this Oct. 7th, 2 days into being 83. Gracious if I’d a knowed hit wuz this fine, Ida got a whole wad older...sooner.