Best Galore Poems
October Sun, Gifts Bright Colors Galore
Remember Spring's green now passed away,
Its soft-laid flowers in meadows that thrill;
Cascading upon views of distant hills,
New life, Nature's power holding sway.
God blessed summer, with rays that bright shine,
We our days oft found lounging at the beach;
Far away from work, our phones out of reach,
Basking in warmth, thinking life is so fine.
October sun, gifts cool, colors galore,
Splashes of splendor, an artist's delight
And its gasping moon, sweet romancing nights
Leaving our thankful souls, begging for more!
October 27, 2019
OCTOBER SUN Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Why does our nose smell and our feet run?
Methinks the answer could be kinky
If Mother Nature chose the other way round
It sure would be messy and stinky
Here's something you should never ever do
Don't make fun of a paleontologist
Bet you're wondering why, you bright people
Coz surely you'll get Jurasskicked
What did the banana say to the doctor?
“I'm not peeling well today”
Did you hear about the Italian chef that died?
Apparently he pasta way!
Two drunks in a bar, one says to the other
“Isn't that Hortense over there?”
The other says she looks pretty calm to me
Saw her knickers, try not to stare
When a midget fortune teller escapes from jail
It's called a small medium at large
Was laughing so hard, nearly soiled my knickers
That surely gave me a good charge
The difference between pea soup and roast beef
Obviously you can't pee soup
But roasting beef is really quite common
Now hang in there until the next group
© Jack Ellison 2015
Giggles Galore, sounds like a stripper I once knew
Whatta bod she possessed, with attributes beaucoup
When she went for a stroll
The spotlight she stole
Thousands upon thousands would play their kazoos
© Jack Ellison 2015
Light travels faster than sound... that's why
Some appear bright till they speak
I'm sure we've all met some people like this
They're not all totally unique
The main reason Santa is always so jolly
He knows where the bad girls reside
Never really thought Santa could be naughty
Sure like to go with him on his ride
A psychiatrist once told me I was crazy
Told him I wanted a second opinion
He said well then, you're quite ugly too
Ain't no cure for that condition
Men have two emotions, hungry and horny
If you see one without an ********
Make the poor man a sandwich, he's hungry
Later you can show him affection
A fortune teller once told me I would marry
Into a very famous Indian tribe
You'll surely become one big Hopi family
And live in a teepee with your bride
The world's fattest man should be a hockey goalie
He'd be famous and go down in history
For never allowing even a single puck past him
The reason is certainly no mystery
I received a degree in Calcium Anthropology
The study of creatures called milkmen
When asking for something on sale at the store
Surprise, it's not available. Amen!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Aware of God’s miracle-specialization
Brave is my faith to seek His grants for my wishes:
Constant consistency to fulfill commitment
Driven by Christ midst blissful servanthood delight---
Energetic enthusiasm for stewardship*
Faithfulness toward fruitfulness along His grace---
Good health with serene bliss I ask from God each day
Healing completely for Sister Friend from cancer
Immune system of family to be steadfast
Jubilant spirit to prevail despite aging
Kisses and hugs abounding over panic angst
Loving kindness that ignites caregiving passion---
Mindfulness I seek against multi-tasking roles
Nutritious with dietetic goodness to crave
Optimization of productivity-zest
Peace still is prioritized in prayer moments
Quietude in an Edenic environment
Relaxation along therapeutic massage
Spiritual fortitude to fight temptations---
Triumphant travels, treks of faith ascent I wish
Undauntedly pursuing Gospel mission trips
Victorious journey to Israel --- not virtual
Winter, Spring and Fall experiences in due time
Xiexie attitude along rejoicing spirit
Youthfulness glow while awaiting Saviour’s coming
Zest to work well for wishes’ realization.
*1Peter 4:10 As every man hath received the gift, even so minister the same one to another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.
**"thank you" in Chinese
(Abecedarian in Blank Verse form)
December 4, 2021
3rd place, "Winter Wishes" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 12/14/2021.
When February first came around.
The month in which lovers abound.
I made a hot date,
but as was my fate.
Had eaten beans making gaseous sound!
For Brian Strands contest
I wish you'd be here
Right beside me all day
Fear not, I'm right here
I wish life would change
Then, it would be exciting
Time to rearrange
Splendid as the sun
You illuminate the moon
Day has just begun!
Wherever you go,
I'll go with you willingly
Dancing to and fro
Beauty js divine
Goodbye to the other side
Elegance - soooo fine
Teardrops fall slowly
Unto the ground with no sound
Misery spoilz glee
Don't cry, companion
Just don't worry, be glad
Felt your frustration....
Express yourself now!
There's no need to be afraid
Be renewed somehow...
You are not alone!
Have satisfaction your way~
Yes, keep pressing on!!
I wish you goodness
In this life of toil and woe
Receive happiness!~
I went to the Frankfurt Book Fair the other day.
It was mind-boggling..
Books! There were fat books, thin books,
White books, black books, tawny books,
Paperbacks, hardbacks, beautifully bound books,
Pure books, lax books, learned books, lay books,
Plain books, books of many colours,
Books on every subject under the sun,
Not to mention other books on
Distant galaxies, pulsars, quasars, black holes,
Books on any theme you can think of,
Or on themes you can’t even pronounce, from:
Art to Arthropods,
Bees to Biochemistry,
Cats to Catastrophes
Drugs to Decadence,
Energy to Ergonomics,
French Cooking to Frescos,
Guns to Gout,
History to Hippopotami,
Internal Medicine to Icebergs,
Julius Caesar to Justification,
Kulturkampf to Kinetics
Lace to Logogriphs,
Man to Manchuria,
Nietzsche to Nonsense Rhymes,
Opera to Ophthalmoscopes,
Poodles to Pollution,
Quantum Mechanics to Queen Victoria,
Russell to Rabbits,
Shaw to Shingles,
Tao to Torts,
Urdu to Ultimatums,
Virgil to Vivisection,
Whales to Witchcraft,
X-rays to Xylographs,
Yoga to Youth Hostels,
Zen to Zola,..
By closing-time my legs were giving out.
A voice, it seemed, was saying:
“Of more than is taught by these, my son, take care.
Of making many books there is no end,
And much study is weariness of the flesh.”
I don’t know about making them, I thought,
As I commenced my get-away from the Penguin stand,
But it takes something of an athlete just to glance at them.
I felt crushed, not only by the crowds
but also by the weight of my appalling ignorance.
Bore Thoughts Galore
Niels Bohr
Studied physics and bore thoughts galore.
During war, our allies and we were calm.
His models were the bomb!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
Poetic form: Clerihew
Sunshine wind or rain
Or driving frigid white snow
Any season incites me
Do the leaves of our cups also turn yellow ?
The rooms of green grass collect cobwebs
From the Kafkaesque vermin, fly away cuckoos
Questions galore in the river's tide and ebb
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September 5, 2025
Been writing some “not so fun” poems lately
Time to get back to the silly stuff
No matter what we do, nuttin's gonna change
Bad stuff, we've heard quite enough
D'ya hear the one about this unfortunate fellow
Whose whole left side was cut off
Sure sounds to me like an extremely sad event
Seems he's all RIGHT now, did you scoff?
Gotta a big bunch more, d'ya wanna hear 'em
Why was the baseball getting bigger
Then without any warning, it suddenly hit me
There was some groans, I figure
Hard boiled eggs are very hard to beat
This one's a real good laugher
Leaving alphabet soup on the stove overnight
Certainly could spell disaster
My tennis opponent wasn't happy with my serve
He kept on returning the damn thing
Used to be a tap dancer until Tuesday last week
Fell off the tap into the sink
Chickens crossing the road are poultry in motion
Things round here are getting tense
The roundest knight at King Arthur's round table
Was of course, Sir Cumference
Had enough or do you want to hear more
Okay one more then it's over
When the cannibal showed up late for dinner
They gave him the old cold shoulder
© Jack Ellison 2013
Haters Galore
Look at all these riches, glory and expenses I live for
I see your envy and greed for my success at its core
After all, I'm a textbook example of why I'm rich and you're poor
Need we say more?
Haters take note
I'm blinged out with platinum, chains and fur coats
Yet I'm not too big to be shining, yet too proud to gloat
You're probably thinkin' I'm the reason why it's murder she wrote
Or murder she smote!
Haters beware
You're possessing the tools that showcase your worst fears
All my riches prove true, as well as all my expensive gear
And my posse I roll with done gotten their share
Have I made myself clear?
Haters that hate
Has all my shining caused damage, and made your ego deflate
Are my diamonds and jewelry what makes you can't think straight
I got enough issues with shining to deal with your hate on my plate
Your hate is your fate!
A garden filled with flowers galore, where did you all come from the dirt floor. I remember when you would stand tall, long before I added the birdbath stall. Everyday you seem to have grown by seven, flowers galore opening up to heaven. Some of your faces shine for a day, some shine for a week without delay. Beautiful colors on each fragile face you wear, with your scent strong in the air. Butterflies and bees will light, wanting to enjoy you with delight. I love working with each of you, you give me peace and strength renew. A garden filled with flowers galore, I really could not ask for much more.
Date Written 7/27/2020
2 Place Petal, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies! Contest Judged: 8/1/2020 Sponsored by: Silent One
https://www.rhymezone.com/
Let’s relax along mentorship pleasure
to bask in varied students’ excuses when facing pressure
as they abound for sure…
Learner A says, “There is a lion in the way”
so I’m late for the reporting schedule today
hope to fulfill it later, I pray.
Learner B uses blame game, insinuating
“the serpent beguiled me” into such tainting
thus, I succumbed to the ranting.
Learner C retorts with confidence reign
“the dove returned not again”
when asked of his assignment he forgot in vain.
Learner D enumerates alibis to cover negligence
even citing Balaam’s talking ass confronting guilty conscience
pledging to show next time enduring diligence.
Learner E lets absenteeism be justified
testifying, “I’m the lost sheep personified
needing teacher’s patience, greatly magnified.”
Learner F, for missed requirement, declares candidly:
“Mine was done perfectly; indeed realistically...
... and then a flaming pterodactyl ate my homework surreally.”
Learner G, muses midst rationalization glow:
“'When thoughts cease to flow ~Where does ego go'”**
May, I please be forgiven as I ask for understanding-flow."
Well, as a learner myself, I admit with earnest confession
my human nature is no exemption
so my heart seeks the LORD*** for wisdom’s implementation.
*Proverbs 26:13 The slothful man saith, There is a lion in the way; a lion is in the streets.
**Unseeking Seeker
***Proverbs 2:6 For the LORD giveth wisdom: out of his mouth cometh knowledge and understanding.
February 4, 2021
Edited on May 14, 2022
Tristich in Rhyme form
3rd place, "Bubble of illusion" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 5/20/2022.