Best Funning Poems
Funning, just be funning
Jumpin mine bare feet hopping
Striving, mind mouth be jiving
I’m not relying jazz juz beatings cuz
Endorphins just be enormous
My conclusions is an allusion
Dancing in steps less contusions
Jump up
Step
What’s up
Breathe take a breath
On this dance flur/floor
What it is, is what is was
Step o’ver furniture
Bound, dance, step, and walk
Turn the heat up
We be hav’N fun in
We B runnin
Stroll N smooth far and long
JumpN jump
Fast Runnin Bump
Mov’IN , step by step
What’s up
Breathe take a breath
On this dance flur/floor
What it is, is what is was
Step o’ver furniture
Bound, dance, step, and walk
Turn the heat up
We be hav’N fun in
We B runnin
Stroll N smooth far and long
JumpN jump
Fast Runnin Bump
Turn the heat up
We be hav’N fun in
We B runnin Stroll N smooth far and long
JumpN jump
Fast Runnin Bump
JumpN jump
Fast Runnin Bump
Turn the heat up
We be hav’N fun in
We B runnin Stroll N smooth far and long
JumpN jump
Fast Runnin Bump
JumpN jump
Fast Runnin Bump
Turn the heat up
We be hav’N fun in
We B runnin Stroll N smooth far and long
JumpN jump
Fast Runnin Bump
9/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Categories:
funning, analogy, appreciation, dance, song,
Form:
Lyric
T-ball
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Baseball day, the t-ball way
Was funning in the sun.
Where parents’ shouts
Cheered away doubts.
And little boys had fun.
Categories:
funning, childhood, sports
Form:
Rhyme
So now what, where do I go from here
I'm wandering around feeling a bit weird
People that I know don't know how to act
Thinking my spirits has finally cracked
Not so, I welcome this new change of scene
I'm drinking more coffee, it's becoming routine
It's similar to finally stopping to smoke
After forty long years for fear that I'll croak
Well wish me luck, I need your support
Hope I don't go weird and begin to cavort
Wearing lots of makeup and leather that rocks
Playing air guitar with long flowing locks
If that starts to happen, I'll revert to the funnies
Hopping around like a pregnant bunny
Hang on a minute, I think that was funning
Well sneaky old me, how utterly cunning
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
funning, retirement,
Form:
Couplet
A lady was screaming and running
in circles, and she wasn’t funning.
A critter was chasing
her. Man! They were racing.
That rooster was swift and so cunning.
Her four-inch high heels made her stumble.
While kicking them off, she did grumble.
The banty was pecking
her ankles and wrecking
her panty hose. “S_ _ _!” She did mumble.
The farmers were calmly observing
this scene, their attention unswerving.
“Please help!” Her imploring,
they kept on ignoring,
not caring her plight was unnerving.
“Doggone bill collector!” one uttered.
“You IRS agent,” one muttered.
“I sell Avon!” she yelled
as tears welled and wounds swelled.
“C-call off this creature!” she stuttered.
“Don’t need none today,” they all told ‘er.
Her temper continued to smolder.
Pa said, “Leave ‘er alone.”
That fowl’s bad to the bone.
No rooster could ever be bolder!
Placed 1st in Charles Messina's Limerick Contest, September 2018
entered in Andrea Dietrich's limerick contest on 8-11-19
Categories:
funning, animal, fear, people,
Form:
Limerick
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For bloody
red steaks he’s gu
nning. His ear piercing
roar is stunning. From jungle
foliage he plans his lethal
attack. Two stories
high and his tactics
are extremely cunning.
when his prey is out of breath
he keeps right on coming. He pou
nces Brontosauruses
heards while they’re
sunning. When it comes
to getting food he’s got
the knack. The tyrannosaurus
rex likes its‘ food running. when
he plays freeze tag t-rex isn’t
funning. A fully grown camel
would be a light snack. His
stories just keep on
rerun ning.
When out on
par
ade
animals stop in their tracks.
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
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Categories:
funning, historyfood,
Form:
Concrete
Krack-ack-rack fleeing,
tree limb limb
swinging
Bank bank dip slipping, tail flipping, pout snout
Soft mud ooze soothing,
hippo sun funning
Soft eyes scanning, flatboat
Categories:
funning, animal, boat, fun, peace,
Form:
THE 30s – RUBBER GUN DAYS
“Let’s play rubber guns!
Water guns will cost too much”
This was the 30s cheap fun
The makings were free
Just get an old inner tube
Cut it in strips don’t you see
Now fashion a gun
From a wooden orange crate,
A clothespin trigger, and done!
Red Rider? Why not?
Bb guns were dangerous –
Put out eyes, and cost a lot
Game Boy? Not for me
Give me those rubber gun days
The kids outdoors funning free
Categories:
funning, children,
Form:
Free verse
You keep colorfully saying those hateful things to me,
repeatedly all the time
Then you say that you didn’t mean it
You was just funning
Pulling my leg with your teeth
That sabertooth edge
do love biting into my funny bone
Why say those awful racial
things to me, if you didn’t really mean it?
Are you serious,
now you want me to believe ...
You was just funning?!!!
Having some rich, cruel amusement
at my poor feelings’ expense
Inflicting tongue pain with a flick,
that sly salt lick
But, I hear the real tick, ticking
of your heart
Dropping word bombs
meant to hurt more than skin deep
Hoping the lightness of tone
would fool me
But, the funhouse mirror in your heart
showed the truth
of your subtle bigotry —
That you wasn’t just funning,
you was lung gunning
Hate fired by poisonous syllable
pellet arrows
You love to shoot away,
until you see the surrendering white
in the grave, damp eyes
Spittle slow death by verbal disguise
Categories:
funning, allusion, hate, psychological, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
(In Memory of Lamar "L-Boogie" Featherston)
A handsome, dreadlock-wearing Prince
was My Lamar
With Big, brown Eyes and skin like
tar
Who was destined in LIFE, to score
many a par
Until FATE, saw fit to lead him, some
place, far
Which to Me, still seems so bizarre
When I recall him riding with DeWayne,
in the car
And, them funning, like it's "happy-
hour", at a bar
How it hurts, that he can't be where
We are
Despite of his being in the heavens,
A Rising Star
For his departure has left upon Us.
an impending scar
Categories:
funning, death
Form:
Elegy
This is a story of Bonnie and Clyde,
who broke the law, eventually died.
Running from cops they gave assault,
Clyde captured, said; “It’s not my fault”.
“I’m not to blame for robbing that bank.
It was a joke; I loaded a blank.
I did not shoot that guy on the floor,
He was there when I opened the door.”
“You have no proof”, Bonnie retorted.
“He took me on a date;” she thwarted.
“This is Saturday night give us a break,
we were funning, it must be some mistake.”
“I will show no shame, I am innocent.
I am really not trying to circumvent.”
Clyde replied to the officer at hand,
continued his robbery just as he planned.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Categories:
funning, history, people
Form:
Rhyme
I saw surreal scenes at the mall:
unhinged shoppers in a hot brawl,
a tired Santa running
away--I'm not funning!--
pursued by kids starting to squall.
I finished my shopping and fled.
The visions that danced in my head
were sugarplums? No way!
So ended my rough day.
I rushed home and went right to bed.
November 30, 2018, entered in Carolyn Devonshire's Christmas
Limericks Contest
Categories:
funning, christmas, confusion,
Form:
Limerick
That Dark Black Hole,
Makes You Sad
With Darken Wall With No Way out
When You can Fun Because All You See Is black
That Midnight Hollow Through The night
The Dusty Wind, It So Do Blinds Me While Walk Through Paths
Being Creped Out By Hollow Notices Coming From The Back
No Door, Nor Windows To Escape This Hollow Blackness
Hopping For Light
That Demand Self, What's Out While Trying To Escape From Weirdness
Those Thought Goes Through My brain
When Thinking Think
The Dust ,That's All over The Place
It Blows, I'm Blinded
Can't See, While Trying To Walk
Fingering Plans How To Fine Away Out
Then See People ,But There Not People
With Fog In My Way,
"I Think There Zombies, Ready For Brain To eat"
Now All of A Sudden Got Pitch Black, But One Area
I See A Bathroom, I Can Finally Fine Light
"Hoary..... I'm Running Fast Best They Eat Me
I Funning Like The Wind
I'm Almost There,2 mines before LIGHT
I'm Here, I'm Here!
No More, Darkness ...!
Categories:
funning, blessing, cool, crazy, dark,
Form:
ABC
~ (~) I believe now... am being-shown; "The plague of the heart is the-very... buried-yes-the-very-
truth/proof of hate's indifference, blind tendentiousness keeping it well pruned; feeding its
root." (~) ~
~ (~) The eyes spilling over opening up the gateway-lips murmuring their passion, the heart
the guide knows the higher the mountain, longer is the journey to own peace with a soul full,
filled of denial; yes greater is the struggle home. (~) ~
~ (~) Grace the compass, faith-hope-the-weight of the truth fixating forevermore the
pointer... . (~) ~
~ (~) Love the emotion, time the honest jester ultimate, relevant are they, their fledgling
desire leading the weary soul moreover into their own, overt their joy skipping elated... . (~)
~
~ (~) Jaime, addicted;
robbing stealing-from no-one only; ultimately from-her self... running, funning around
throwing her very life away...
beauty the word could never do her justice, running that same game every day, and-night... .
(~) ~
~ (~) It was the sixth day already of no sleep-for her when I met her, found her. (~) ~
~ (~) So often a different Bo moneys good-sometimes real good, running that same old
trick... . (~) ~
~ (~) So is the crack I hope for her sake her child's... her husband's heart; probably aching,
because I believe he's still honest enough to treat her nice. (~) ~
~ (~) For just over three-hundred dollars I allowed-her to-take-me-too...
and sadly, you know the-next time-you can bet-she won't be-open either, and that her
shame-compounded; left-alone within-her it-won't save her... because-she doesn't know...
quietly... her-tears have-been buried-their scars-have all but-grown-over... . (~) ~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZNvQMJ7N0s
Categories:
funning, inspirationalheart, heart,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Women once loved me because I was a hunk.
But that ended after I was sprayed by a skunk.
I've taken eleven showers and I still smell.
Needless to say my love life isn't going well.
This stench is as bad as that car on Seinfeld.
All of the ladies run who I've held.
I would like to go back to the good old days.
But when people take a sniff, they run away.
I have some advice for you and I'm not funning.
If you see a skunk, you'd better start running.
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM)
Categories:
funning, funny
Form:
Rhyme
Challenge poem number 13
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The flu is pounding
In my head
I took this challenge
And type from bed
I really hate to lose this quest
A challenge at sweethearts request
Challenge Poem # 14
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Oh precious children came for dinner
But brought along a vicious sinner
A raging virus, now we're ill
With fevers, coughs and such a chill
Next time I'll make them wear a mask
And social distance up to task!
Poem Number 15
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The vaporizers running
And I am sore not funning
When I say so are our noses
Like disgusting germy hoses!!
Categories:
funning, sick,
Form:
Rhyme