Best Give It A Whirl Poems
I was once really new to our Poetry Soup,
and I knew I should try to join in with the group;
post my poems on-site to be read by a few,
and then give it a whirl, join a contest or two.
Soon a couple of them were a win, a good score;
was on top of the world, so I entered one more.
But to my big surprise when that contest was done,
my sad eyes saw in fact that my write had not won.
I clicked on 'Contest Entries' and saw it was there.
But, behold, a strange sign near that one, I declare!
A N/A- what was that? Very weird, was this right?
Could not find what it meant anywhere on the site.
So I looked up N/A on the Internet, but
what I found was not good, left me still in a rut.
This N/A symbolized a long list, now for me,
my head spun to fit in which of these it could be??
N/A…Not Applicable………Did I not follow rules?
N/A…Not Available………Did my entry get lost?
N/A…No Answer………Did they try to call me?
N/A…Not Authorized………Did I need an okay?
N/A…No Action………Did I fail to take steps?
N/A…Negative Approach………Did I say something wrong?
N/A…Not Analyzed………Should my write be explained?
N/A…No Acknowledgement………Did I fail to respond?
N/A…No Account………Did PS lose my file?
I Soup-Mailed contest judge and her answer therein,
“Well you see, the N/A means your piece did not win!"
Now I still do not know what N/A represents
When my poems don't win in Soup contest events!
December 22, 2014
~1st Place~
Contest: All Yours (Jun 8)
Brian Strand
Judged: 06/09/2021
~1st Place~
Contest: Quirky Things That Confuse and Confound Me
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Judged: 07/14/2018
~1st Place~
Contest: New or Old 4
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 08/05/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: The Contest
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
Judged: 01/10/2015
Anapestic Tetrameter (5 verses of 12-syllables lines)
Anapestic Dimeter (N/A Section - Questions Only)
Neither pauper or a king
I've got nothing I could give
but for you I would live
Will you take me as I am?
(cause) I'd love to be your man
I've got nothing in this world
Got no diamonds got no pearls
Love for you to be my girl
Take my hand give it a whirl!
Chorus
I'm neither a pauper or a king
but, I've got a wedding ring
be my wife, make my heart sing
with you I've got everything (I need)
In love forever we would be
happy for eternity
What a blessing it would be
If you'd just say YES to me
Together, we can fly so high
through the endless starry sky
and just like a butterfly
our life will flutter by
Chorus
I'm neither a pauper or a king
but, I've got a wedding ring
be my wife, make my heart sing
with you I've got everything (I need)
And if you say YES to me
I'll make you so happy!
(cause) you are my destiny
Please, come set my soul free
Chorus
I'm neither a pauper or a king
but, I've got a wedding ring
be my wife, make my heart sing
with you I've got everything (I need)
Repeat chorus
Fade to zero
John Derek Hamilton
June 4,2017
My phone is my connection to the world
All my friends text me
Every single day
Influencers tell me what to think, do, and say
Everyone I admire is here with one click
Movies are at my fingertips
From the time I wake up
Until late at night
I'm glued to my phone
Oh what a sight
Momma says," Put away your phone.
You're missing out!"
How can that be
I can see every music video
Medication for when I'm sick
Even clothes to wear
Thats pretty slick
If I have a question
My phone will second guess me
Sends information from across the web
Matches my browsing while I am in bed
Momma says," The influencers are instigators and don't let you think.
All the text messages
Are repeats and stink.
If you want to see the world,
Give it a whirl without your phone.
You might be surprised,
At what you will find!"
Bird in a guilded cage, a broken heart, a solitary soul
Road less travelled, a soul full of longing, my heart bleeds
On a wing and a prayer, my heart is a lonely hunter, a weary soul
Kiss the rose, look into my eyes
Endless words, my heart laid bare
No man is an island, tears fall like rain
Words that were left unspoken, over and over again
It's never too late to change, wish upon a star
Near and dear to my heart, when all is said and done
Give it a whirl, as time passes by, my soul is weeping, weeping
Stop and smell the roses, till the end of time
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May 9, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Cliches/"Broken Wings"
Copyright Protected, ID 05-671-486-09
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
I’m driving down this country road, it’s all in bloom
Top down I’m listenin’ to our favorite tune
Missin’ you next to me with your perfume
Wishin’ you were here with me
Thinkin’ ‘bout last night and what you said
Can still feel your touch as I look ahead
It feels so good that it fills my head
I’m wishin’ you were here with me
Here with me..
I know with you I just win
It’s easy to see..
If I don't know now then when
I find myself smiling just thinking of you
The world through your love is such a great view
This feelin’s so real I don't want to come to
I’m wishin’ you were here with me
I’m wishin’, you were here
Here with me..
I know with you I just win
It’s easy to see..
If I don't know now then when
We’ll have our time just you and me girl
I wouldn’t trade you for the whole world
I think we ought to just give it a whirl
I’m wishin’ you were here with me
Yeah, I’m sure this is the time for you and me girl..
I’m wishin’ you were here with me..
Here with me..
I know with you I just win
It’s easy to see..
If I don't know now then when
I’m wishin’ you were here
Oh wishin’, wishin’, wishin’ you were here..
(I am wishin’)
I am wishin’
(You’re here with me)
You’re here with me
(Wishin’ you were with me)
Wishin’ you were here with me
Here with me..
(Here with me)
I’m wishin’ you here with me..
I’m wishin’ you here with me..
I’m wishin’ you here with me..
My laptop is a very pretty shade of purple,
I open her top gently and dust off her keys;
Calmly I press the start key and wait patiently,
And I wait patiently composed in myself and full of hope.
I am humming when at last I am connected,
The internet is before me and I am on my way;
And then it happens, "internet connection lost,"
Oh gosh and darn it I start the whole process once again.
And again and again I try but not quite so calmly,
Okay finally here we go I am on my way to creating;
On my way to poetry soup and to writing a poem,
And then it happens, "poetry soup is not responding."
I am ready to throw the computer out the window,
I scream at my laptop, "your usefulness is used up;"
Off I go to have a tea and to smooth my feathers,
Kitty has been watching me and decides to give it a whirl.
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March 22, 2015
Poetry/Light Poetry/Patience
Copyright Protected, ID 03-656-205-22
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance LaFrance
Written for the Standard contest, Computer Poem Contest
sponsor, Carol Eastman, Judged 2015
First Place
Featured poem week of 05/05/2019.
WEDDING DAY
Nothing like waking up to walking down the isle,
knowing that your soon to be husband is excited.
You've been waiting for this since you were a little girl,
you just couldn't wait to give it a whirl.
you start to get ready as your mom is there,
as she sticks little pink flowers in your hair.
You start walking to the entrance as your dad cries,
you walk up to him and kiss him on the cheek and tell him it will all be alright.
He just cant believe it that his little girl is leaving,
He don't want to give you up so he keeps on weeping.
you'll always be his little girl so go on be happy,
just always know he'll always be your daddy.
Hair Everywhere
Hair Everywhere
Every part of my body looks rather shoddy because it’s covered with hair
There isn’t a place, even my face, that has managed to remain bare
Time goes by, and I don’t know why, but it just keeps on growing
Like drifts of snow when it’s five below and winter winds are blowing
Covering my back there is no lack of curly long black stuff
And on my shoulders as I get older there’s way more than enough
It grows on my toes and everyone knows it blankets my forearms too
Sometimes I yearn for a mild sunburn, but none of the rays get through
Could it be a bad omen that my abdomen has a layer of dense dark locks
I look like a brute in a bathing suit; I’d rather hide in a box
There’s a wooly bush all over my tush and fuzz growing out of my ears
And to my mustache, I say “Balderdash;” Got any pruning shears?
One thing for sure; it’s hard to endure; in fact; it’s really a bother
I’m not certain of where I got all this hair; it might have been my father
It’s clearly true that he’s hairy too, so it’s probably due to genetics
At least as a girl, I can give it a whirl and cover some with cosmetics
I'm floatin in a boat,
in the middle of the sea,
and I've got my trusty fishing rod with me.
I'm trolling for love,
sweet, soft and demure,
so I cast our my line,
and my heart is the lure.
come on precious mermaid,
come hither sweet girl,
hop into my boat,
and lets give it a whirl,
with our wing tips igniting,
and our eyes brightly glowing,
deep passion pulsating,
sweet liquid love flowing.
http://lovestruehome.com/
I'll always be there
I know you felt so persecuted
so abandoned and deserted
but, many troubles were averted
I'll always be there
I know, life's been hard on you
but, you have had some blessings too
somehow true love has escaped you
but, I'll always be there
Bridge
Your days have been filled with trouble
you've not yet learned how to live
Why not learn from my experience
Chorus
Are you ready? 'Cause I'm ready!
to give.....love
When you're ready, I'll be ready!
to share...love
Here in this wild and crazy world
you're my one and only girl
so, take my hand let's give it a whirl
I'll always be there
Life with me is not like a dream
'cause this life's much harder, than it seems
but we can win, 'cause we're on the same team
I'll always be there
Chorus
Are you ready? 'Cause I'm ready!
to give.....love
When you're ready, I'll be ready!
to share...love
Our life's been great all through these years
We've both conquered all of our fears
and, I'll keep drying all your tears
yes, I'll always be there!
Chorus repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton
May13,2017
Light up a joint, lets give it a whirl,
the illness you have is making you hurl.
The pain is so bad you want to cry,
take a couple of tokes and you'll be high.
The pain will dim as you stumble down the block,
time seems to be dragging, but not the clock.
Don't mind if you catch yourself mumbling,
run to the refrigerator, your stomach is grumbling.
A foot long sub and a bag of potato chips,
before you know it, pants get stuck on hips.
Forget the urge of wanting to shop,
you may get pulled over by a cop.
Insurance will not pay, it will cost you money,
that's all good, because you'll think it's funny.
Soon your head will feel like you're drinking booze.
Time to lay down for a nice little snooze.
Time to wake up and break out, the chronic weed.
If you want this "medicine" go plant a seed.
It may not be legal but a doctor has the say,
of what he wants to give you to take pain away.
It's up to an individual how to manage their pain,
I would rather not kill, the cells in my brain.
For Michael Jordans Medical Marijuana Contest
Life's a grabber, ain't it?
With all of its up and downs
Never know what's in store
Best to be a clown!
Whatever life hurls at you
Just laugh and giggle away
Time to worry tomorrow
Tomorrow's another day!
This is my own philosophy
Won't work for everyone
Give it a whirl, let it go
Kick it up, have some fun!
Life will be long and happy
With sunshine every day
Don't worry bout the forecast
Just smile and chuckle away!
Life's a grabber, ain't it?
Don't waste it on some frowns
Click your heels, skip along
Turn nasty upside down!
© Jack Ellison 2014
First time thou opened thy eyes,
thou started to cry,
First time thou stood on thy feet,
Fell on clay, when assayed to fleet,
Thou first day of the school,
Sojourned puling on the stool,
First ever exam of thy life,
Graphite refused to write,
Numerous first times when thou tried,
still couldn't ride,
But thou hast never given up, strived again,
& cemented thy reign,
Then why should thou quit, if thou failed in first love?
Indeed Thou won't hold gloomy memories & blub,
Love is everywhere & will be eternally,
Until thou succeed, just give it a whirl sequentially .......
On this earthly plane I've come to be
an older woman,not a girl.
But in my dancing reverie
bend me over and watch me twirl!
For there came a time inside my life
I could only see the years pass by.
Realization cut like a knife;
I spent my days upon a sigh.
Then I put away my childish things;
one moment and they were gone.
I learned even the caged bird sings
when breathing in the newborn dawn.
Never a shrinking violet here
on the stage of my own history.
I'll keep going for now it's clear
life's really not such a mystery.
So I'll rock on into the night
when joy appears,give it a whirl.
Turn all the darkness into light
for I'm a woman,not a girl!
By Deb Wilson
for contest"Coming Of Age"
sponsored by Frank Herrera
She said "Let's go to Dad And Me, it really would be neat."
I couldn't say no. I loved her so. She was so young and sweet.
A weekend just for us, my daughter and I, with so many things to do.
Arts and crafts, swimming and fishing: for a dad, it was a dream come true.
We packed up the car with camping gear. We packed everything on our list..
Mom helped out, checking it over, to be sure there was nothing we missed.
We got checked in and were assigned our tents. It was quiet and serene.
We sat around a campfire telling stories and drinking water from our own
canteen.
Next morning at dawn, we met at the mess hall, eager for an early start.
It was time for some boating and fishing, then to the pool.
After lunch we would do some art.
Our day was planned into the night; an answer to a father's prayer
No matter where we'd be in the years to come, we'd have this memory to share.
Sunday morning we had some archery, and in the woods we could see some
deer.
My daughter gave me a hug, smiled and asked "Dad, can we do this again next
year?"
I didn't have to think twice. It was so nice. I said "Yes, we'll give it a whirl."
Another weekend to look forward to. Just me and my little girl.
This was written for my daughter, Tina, and the wonderful "Dad And Me"
weekends we had at Camp Louise near Berwick, Pennsylvania.