Best Get Even Poems
6 years ago, I wrote limericks about 5 PS poets. Today, I've posted
about another 5 and will continue to add more... before 6 years.
I tickled funny bones of five Souper men
So, I gave thought to trying it once again
In the order they replied
My sarcasm was applied
As I gently heckled them with ink and pen
First, Tom Cunningham, who "liked my collection"
To femme limericks he had no objection
But now it's his turn
Tom, forgive the burn
I heard you're headed for a house of correction
Jerry T Curtis said to "keep them coming"
But I think that lately he's been slumming
He's all aflutter
And starts to stutter
When his lady friend starts his heart strumming
Then there is the poet of romance, Tim Smith
His sweet words of seduction are not a myth
I know it to be truth
Don't ask me. It's uncouth
I don't kiss and tell so I'm pleading the fifth
John Gondolf said my limericks made him "chuckle"
His comments are always filled with honeysuckle
But if he wants a date
I'll have to castigate
I have a black belt in the use of my knuckles
"I needed smiles and giggles," said Greg Barden
His poems are flowers blooming in a garden
But some words are couture
Fertilized with manure
Now I guess I'll have to beg for Greg's pardon
The new additions...
Like a brother he comes to my defense
This man wears no guise and has no pretense
Mark Koplin, misunderstood
A modern-day Robin Hood
To me he shines with rays of effulgence
There's a man who took me under his wing
Says what he thinks. Doesn't hold back a thing
Danny Turner, my friend
A helping hand he'll lend
For offering kind words, he's a wellspring
David Kavanagh, true friend from the start
Encouraging advice, he does impart
Throws Monoku lines like spears
I raise a glass to him ~ cheers!
Loyal, his word. A man with a good heart
Canadian, Vaso, we don't see oft
Art doesn't come across as being soft
But has a tender heart
For countries torn apart
His poetic words should never be scoffed
His funny thoughts overflow in a Flood
Terry writes humor that's never a dud
Risque, and sometimes not
His stories have a plot
Rumor has it that he's known as 'The Stud'
Gentlemen, I ask forgiveness for this spoof
My humorous parodies should be the proof
That I like all of you
And don't mind if ya do
Get even in your own limericks of reproof
Categories:
get even, how i feel, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
You Can't Remove The Glitter From Silver And Gold
Our love’s been bathed in sunlight and in the moonlight’s glow.
It comes close to being eternal and we have come to know
That when our time is over this truth will always hold –
You can’t remove the glitter from silver and gold.
Life will try to tarnish precious things we find
Living all around us yet always seem confined.
There is a sheen of greatness even when they’re old.
And some get even brighter, with age, or so I’m told
In life we’ve known the safety of sweet and caring arms
That embraced us with comfort and protected us from harm.
No threats have ever reached us where we were not consoled
Knowing you cannot remove glitter from silver and gold.
Our love has always been there as, steadily, we grew old
We never tried to separate glitter from silver and gold.
Written By John Posey
06/21/13
Categories:
get even, love,
Form:
Sonnet
An eye for an eye
Soon the world was blind
A place full of misery
Not one person was kind
People chose to get even
They believed in blow for blow
The bodies all stacked up
Corpses laid in a row
Forgiveness not heard of
Or the first going last
Antiquated ideas
Remnants of the past
Measure for measure
Cruel justice ruled the day
Each and every person
Had a debt to pay
The Bibles all burned
No saints could be found
The lovers of peace
All hidden underground
They waited their time
Those on the surface died
The keys to the cities
From dead fingers pried
"Blessed are the peace keepers"
They inherited the Earth
The past not the future
We witness new birth
For Dr. Ram's Measure for Measure Contest
Categories:
get even, corruption, earth, eulogy, pride,
Form:
Quatrain
March is the first to arrive on the scene.
She sees Winter leaving and blows him a kiss,
And then she starts in to paint the world green.
Even though March has brought us such bliss,
Spring will get even better than this!
April comes next, summoning showers.
That rain falls refreshingly from skies above.
Soon we hear birds and smell fragrant flowers.
Nature's rebirth we are witnesses of
When April surrounds us with signs of God’s love.
Butterflies flutter and baby chicks hatch.
Sun gives more strength day by day.
Our next lovely lass has nary a match,
For she is the merriest, with the name May.
Be happy when she’s on her way!
June is the fourth and the last girl of spring,
Distinctive because she’s the one
To finish the season that makes our hearts sing.
Even then, her work in not done.
She ushers in Summer and welcomes new fun!
An oldie for 'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1207' Poetry Contest
Categories:
get even, spring,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Plant a seed of hope, courage,
strength, patience and love
Dig a big hole in the garden of your thoughts
Cover well with soil of fertility
My garden philosophy is
to make the garden simple, practical,
nice, lush and beautiful
in collaboration with nature
A garden that will grow over time
Water it from the source of satisfaction
I choose to have several types of flowers
Marguerites, Lobelia, Scabious,
Rosemary, Foxgloves, Petunia and Chives
The best flowers for bumblebees
plants rich in pollen and nectar
When you focus on the possibilities,
you will only get even more opportunities
In return you will get unprecedented
amounts of happiness and peace
Some of the most annoying I know
are the days when daydreaming
constantly being interrupted
while I climb my ladder
... one step at a time
My garden is my temple
30/07/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Poetry Contest
Petal, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies
Sponsored by: Silent One
2nd place in the contest
- a fictional poem :)
Categories:
get even, beauty, dream, flower, garden,
Form:
Free verse
I tickled funny bones of five Souper men
So I gave thought to trying it once again
In the order they replied
My sarcasm was applied
As I gently heckled them with ink and pen
First, Tom Cunningham, who "liked my collection"
To femme limericks he had no objection
But now it's his turn
Tom, forgive the burn
I heard you're headed for a house of correction
Jerry T Curtis said to "keep them coming"
But I think that lately he's been slumming
He's all aflutter
And starts to stutter
When his lady friend starts his heart strumming
Then there was the poet of romance, Tim Smith
His sweet words of seduction are not a myth
I know it to be truth
Don't ask me. It's uncouth
I don't kiss and tell so I'm pleading the fifth
John Gondolf said my limericks made him "chuckle"
His comments are always filled with honeysuckle
But if he wants a date
I'll have to castigate
I have a black belt in the use of my knuckles
"I needed smiles and giggles," said Greg Barden
His poems are flowers blooming in a garden
But some words are couture
Fertilized with manure
Now I guess I'll have to beg for Greg's pardon
Gentlemen, I ask forgiveness for this spoof
My humorous parodies should be the proof
That I like all of you
And don't mind if ya do
Get even in your own limericks of reproof
Categories:
get even, parody,
Form:
Limerick
In our little Arkansas Dover town, we never clown around, about the sacrifice
Christmas is about Christ, and his great love, which suffices
We live and let live, to our charities we give, for in heaven above
It's all about Love, refining one's self, to enjoy in Dove, who is love
We put down the mind of strife, we celebrate Christ's birth
The sacrifice, `tis about life, and knowing it’s worth
Increasing our unction, never to wane, the Lamb's fame
In public we still pray, at our functions we still say, “in the Name”
In celebration of Love's life, we give up, all of our means
No hazing, it's amazing, all over town, Nativity scenes
To suffices our worship, the special day is necessary
Signs of heaven, Love's leaven, the Babe, and mother Mary
The Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost, some don't want to get even close, (or near)
For they fear, the special day of love's cheer, unto Christ, so dear
Have a very, very, merry, Christmas, Devonshire, to heaven for sure, and to all at Soup
Now year is close to over, don't be a rover, please visit Dover, “old Moses love scop”
10-16-09 For Carolyn's Christmas contest
4th placement
Categories:
get even, inspirational, love, upliftingheaven, day,
Form:
Rhyme
Little Charlie was a seven year old who was picked on in school because of his
height. Some of the kids would poke fun at him and call him Shorty Charlie. His buddy Brian would always tell the bullies to knock it off. Charlie always felt awkward because Brian would always come to his rescue and he himself wanted to stand up to the Bullies... Charlie lacked confidence and he dreamed for the day of getting even with them. Bobby the Bully had it in for him. Charlie couldn't wait for Halloween because he was going to dress up like a Superhero Superman and walk on stilts and be tall and Powerful and get even with Bobby and his accomplices. He thought that's what he must do to stop them from bullying him. He couldn't wait for Halloween. Halloween had finally arrived and Charlie and Brian headed out together as best friends Trick Or Treating. Then afterwards to a School Halloween Party.
The Night was Erie as the Full Moon shined,
as Little Charlie had one thing on his mind.
The two boys headed into the dark of the Night.
Tired of being made fun of. He was going to
do what was right.
Walking as Superman with stilts on his feet.
Gave him confidence to win and achieve.
His poor little feet hurt as he walked on those stilts.
He had to endure because of his strong will.
Brian said to Charlie, "You don't have to do this."
Charlie replied, "Thanks Brian, but I'm not a sis."
Just when he said this he looked up to see.
It was Bobby the Bully getting a Treat.
He knew it was him from the sound of his voice.
As he shook inside to confront this bad boy.
He got scared for a moment, as he was going to confront.
Then approached him like he had never done.
Like Superman he asked Bobby "Do you know who this is?"
Bobby had a puzzled demeanor, and asked, "Who is This?"
" I am Superman to you." Charlie replied,
and landed a punch to Bobby's right eye.
Bobby fell to the ground and started to cry.
Charlie took his stilts and mask off, and asked,
"Are you all right?!"
When Bobby saw who it was, he said," Is that you Charlie?"
Charlie responded, " I am Superman to you, Bobby."
Michael Tor
Categories:
get even, 4th grade, bullying, celebration,
Form:
Light Verse
The next time you sleep don't enter your deep
And allow the creeper, into your mind he'll creep
Your inner shadows will darken as he seeks
Shredding your thoughts, internally you'll weep
He'll trawl through your secrets, no longer they'll be
Your posterity has been raped, now the creeper sees
Ones dark will get even deeper, into the abyss of your mind
This seeker of the sleep, just what will he find
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-8.php
Categories:
get even, life
Form:
Quatrain
Reality check... I’ve noticed the
Elastic waistband has
Started to get even tighter on my wife's pants ....
Only I daren't suggest she gives up candy -
Lets just say if she doesn't get her daily ‘ fix’ she turns
Uglier than the incredible hulk!
Take it from me when she gets PMT
It’s like walking on eggshells, so yet again my
Only option is to say
Nothing...
So my resolution is to survive her mood swings for another year!
Resolutions contest Judged 02/16/20
FICTION POEM FOR CONTEST
02/06/20
Categories:
get even, body, candy, new year,
Form:
Acrostic
Pray, if the Gods love us all so much
Why is it that they never do open the skies up
And save us?
Why is it that they remain silent
Letting our hearts bleed
Letting our tears pour
Letting our delusions get even more
Misleading?
Do they really love us then?
Or are we hated
To such an extent that we deserve
Our sorrowful fates?
Why, if loved I am by the rulers of the cosmos
My prayers be sent then
To them
To take me out of this murky swampy land
Before my bones get too old
To carry myself
Before my body refuses to keep on
Shouldering me!
Pray, I am sure the cosmos hears me
Knows it too well
Of the allegiance I hold to the Gods
I lived, merely to find my purpose
Purpose which turned out to be void
As, in the end, the world unveiled herself
And brandished her sword haughtility at me,
Causing my glass cage to break into irrecuperable pieces!
I have nothing left for me here
No duty to carry out
No dues to repay
And I am defeated by the mundane existence!
Why, I shall keep waiting to see
As long as my will remains with me
I shall keep waiting, to see
If the Gods do love me!
I shall be sure of their feelings
The day I shall unzip my mortal self
And unfold my wings,
Set for worlds which are yet to be explored!
Categories:
get even, angst, anxiety, emo, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Spelling, syllable count, vanity, too simple, Simon! Be prolific, cruel, smart, up to par, above the bar, fit for the stage. Tap, tap, tap…
—by poet
The Prismatic Self
See the wooden stage, markers for my feet, bright lights, great expectations, critical analysis. Curtains will open any minute as my words make an entrance. Will my opening lyrics draw a crowd? Who will be in attendance? The theater’s not likely sold out.
Backstage, the sponsors, who are they? ATTENTION! As if a teacher wields a pointer, tapping at my feet. Will the audience throw erasers?
On the palm of my hand, the rules - perhaps strict, but I’m not in fear of a stickler. Trained by the nuns in love and hate knuckles.*
Lots of rules, I might have to practice the act for quite a bit longer. I practice in my dressing room, trying on outfit after outfit - those flouncy forms or something simple and succinct.
Am I a people pleaser? Do I perform at the pleasure of the King or Queen? Or am I my own worst critic?
Yes! Yes! Yes! No!
I desire to be seen but I will yield. There is something more important than being the lead. Still, I must confess, I must run back to my little box, mime my tears, dread my limitations, take a breath and when I am ready - take a bow.
At the onset, I must build my own backdrop, backstory, be vague and understood. I run my lines quickly, slowly, go over them again and again, even as I recite them freely, as a monoku or Shakespearian sonnet; or get even more elaborate.
I labor over each word, its placement, its meaning. I don’t care! I do care! I must feel it practically perfect; though I will let it go. Eventually, it will be a comedy of errors, erroneously erupting past the stage, in the rubber hands of cause and effect. The sponsor’s Marlboro ashes fall on it, without understanding my heartfelt meaning; my wings clipped as I await the list…the dreaded and dreadful list. Most surprised when I am the cream, alone - floating at the top.
**Fastbreast, blushing, aghast, euphoric. That sponsor is exact. I do not grow prideful. I do glow. The tip of the iceberg shows, all other words sunken, below. In leotards, the ships pass by, having a look - one clips itself.
*conceit
**Fastbreast - heart beating rapidly (Neologism)
Categories:
get even, angst, confidence, introspection, writing,
Form:
Free verse
In life many people will try to put you down,
sometimes, they will be direct but often sneaky.
Words are like weapons that leave deep scars on the soul,
these bullies in life just have one reason and goal;
to bring you down- laughing at the spirit they stole.
I want you the think hard before you let them win,
don't give them power to ever control your life;
a bully is basically a coward- be strong.
Turn and face them and they will run away so fast,
and you can dwell in sweet tranquility at last;
there are many- to friend, love in this world so vast.
I offer you food for thought- just be you, okay,
don't ever let someone tell you what you should do;
what you should be thinking- how you should act ever,
and I am going to tell you something, listen.
Don't ever, ever become the thing that you hate,
yes, your pride will want to get even but please wait;
no matter what has been done, be a person great.
___________________________
January 3, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Food For Thought
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1100-729-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Food For Thought
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
Categories:
get even, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
To my darling daughter maybe one day you will see.
Just how very special and much you mean to me.
Looking back through the years oh how hard it was fighting
back the tears.
The hurt and pain I feel inside will be with me till the day I die.
I don't understand where I went so very wrong,if only I had it to do
again how happy I'd be.
I know just where to begin I would start by changing everything
about me.
Maybe then we would be closer than close and I wouldn't be the one
you disrespected the most.
If only I knew how to make it all better,that would be the best gift
I could ever get even more than a card or letter.
For us to be closer than close like moms and daughters are supposed
to be.
I just don't ever see that being possible for you and me.
Lord knows how hard I've tried and in many different ways.
To just be able to hear those words to have my daughter say.
That she loves me and let me hug and love her any time I want you see
instead what I get is hateful hurtful things said and done, a hug you need
to ask for one " don't hang on me ".
To be able to kiss my beautiful daughters sweet face, and for her to
welcome me with a loving embrace.
It hurts me more than you can ever even phathom or begin to see,I
I guess that's how its always gonna be for you and me.
Just know that I am always here for you and love you no matter
what you say or do wrong.
I just wish I could be the person that would make you proud to say
" That's my mom ".
Categories:
get even, daughter, daughter, me, daughter,
Form:
Free verse
I learned to not trust anyone like I do
The shadow of a white rose is black too
You made my friends laugh at me
I’ll make your enemies cry for you
I told the devil what I wanted to do
He said, don’t sin because of him
I am not going to stab you from your back
I have my eye on your dreams
The way I return your salutation is filled with animosity
I don’t like to take revenge
But to get even is customary
If you were my dead end, I would dig a tunnel
Now hear my hate whispers through a funnel
Nowadays everyone thinks I lost
But what I lost was only my pawns…
Categories:
get even, hate,
Form: