Best Goofing Poems
(Inveniam viam)
Far beyond these eerie things, where limits have no scales
Fish are replacing gills, with turbine aerated tails
Sea level’s losing all meaning, for the humpback whales
Ships piggyback them, harpoons syphon wind from their sails
Today I woke up early, lately I’ve let dreams flow
Into an abstract yonder, where visions often go
A wave came over me, up from my downy pillow
When tidal forces passed away, many moons ago
As the ocean waved goodbye, I called for an encore
Behaving like a poultice, the beach drew back old gore
You could’ve bowled me over, sent ripples to my core
Never again I’d sleep soundly, near this bloody shore
After a fretful lie-on, facing truths with each turn
My sundial running on empty, stars can’t always churn
Moribund in dimness, til an old spark can return
Reigniting glory days, (let supernovae burn)
Overhead the vacuum grows, just to make more space
Stretching my dysmorphia, to align with gods face
No one knows for certain, who enhanced his human race
Gave an artful hand, outsmarting evolution’s pace
As life spirals forward, in a world out of control
Entropy dismantles, stripping back our maker’s role
The poet in me keeps goofing, digging deeper holes
He’s a junkie rhymester, overdosing on this soul
So hail all billionaires, who never walk down my street
Flying above fake cripples, with power in their feet
Prodigies of bad and worse, scheming to make ends meet
Leaves an aftertaste of smugness, one that will repeat
As for those big questions, some take a straightforward twist
Two things I thought might go away, stubbornly exist
Not death or taxes, I’m already over that list
Each day I arise, how come lies and bullsh!t persist?
First there was oblivion, til I woke up and saw
Now fully awake, dead ahead looms a fatal flaw
But so long as I can dream, and able to guffaw
It only hurts when I laugh, Don’t you think? vents my jaw
By David Kavanagh
Hms
Categories:
goofing, dark, dream, life,
Form:
Rhyme
It was her kitchen, her family, and my newly-married man, and I aimed to please her by properly being fed.
With a smile and a swish, “We have butterscotch pudding pie for dessert!” My brand spanking new mother-in-law said.
Her excitement had no knowledge of the instant memory of horribleness that leaped instantly to my own quickly confused head.
I tried to take an invisible pretend bite while the family all watched, eagerly waiting but my traitorous mouth played dead.
Tears filled my eyes, as I was unnaturally smothered with the sad, angry hurt of my long-ago favorite butterscotch pie.
The feelings came so damned fast, I could not stop them at all or even slow them down, and they surrounded me, and made me cry.
When I was eleven, my family of origin was in the kitchen, laughing, and playing, and goofing around.
When the phone rang, I was asked to get it, because it was wire-attached to the wall, and I was the closest to the retched sound.
I had never heard my mother wail or keen until that day, certainly never heard her yell, “DICK!” or fall without any game to play.
Our big Dad jumped up faster than we had ever seen, grabbed rag-doll Mom before she hit the kitchen counter in a not so great way.
We all turned pure white, which was odd because we were usually pink. Fascinated, yet, hungry, I took my first bite, and heard the words “Mom is dead, and Dad’s dead too.”
We kids started shaking, sad and scared. Grandma and Grandpa were our king and queen. When things calmed down in a second or two that damned butterscotch pie tasted like glue.
Everyone wailed wild-eyed, faces red. The cousins came, and we huddled together and cried and screamed how great it was sob, sob, that they both went to heaven.
Yes, I know that was many years ago but when my feelings took my body over loud and clear, they clamped my mouth tightly shut, because I was back to 11.
Categories:
goofing, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Dog Gone , Bone Search
Seeking, this yard, looking for a bone
not a cool drink, just not for me
A bone, a bone, master still on the phone
but, there, there is my favorite tree!
Sweet release, now back to my hard task
cat races away, why I have no clue
If only there was somebody here to ask
and where hides a big bone they knew!
Over there, fresh dirt shows a treasure
buried beneath must be a large bone
When I dig it up I can then just measure
while master stays busy on the phone.
Mine at last, the great prize I so graved
so tasty, this delicious treat
Should I keep it and have it engraved
or yield to hunger and just eat?
Great quest it was, certainly no lark
a bone, a bone found was this food
Time to scratch and let out a loud bark
this delicious bone sets that mood!
Master races out with same bowl of crap
bone now gone, I ate it so quick
Time to ignore him, pretending a nap
I may be only a dog but I am still slick!
R.J. Lindley
Jan, 22nd 1971
Note - Old poem, light verse and bored, goofing
around one night.
Categories:
goofing, dog, funny, humorous, imagination,
Form:
Light Verse
A lazy Sunday afternoon
For reading and reflecting,
For crossword puzzles, Words with Friends
And on-the-phone connecting.
The dreary weather makes me feel
No guilt for staying put.
I did my morning walk so there’s
No goofing off afoot.
Well, maybe just a little bit
For closets should be tackled,
But it’s real nice from chores to be
Just fleetingly unshackled.
Categories:
goofing, me,
Form:
Rhyme
A new bond is formed, a stranger becomes a friend
Nestling inside your kitchen, where the tea is left to blend
Goofing around, having the nicest time; clicking videos and snaps
It was so amusing to see you do the ‘eminem’ rap
Eager to meet again; like the ocean, wanting to touch the sand.
Categories:
goofing, friendship, love, teen,
Form:
Acrostic
Arrogance fostered by entitlement
Bigotry in all its forms
Conceit beyond all reasonable norms
Demanding attitude of deferment.
Entitlement, did I mention this?
Forgetting an appointment, indeed
Goofing off on an hourly-wage job
Hearing a disapproving sarcastic hiss.
Intelligence wasted in a trivial pursuit
Junk mail! Junk mail! Junk mail!
Keeping a secret to thwart the police,
Lying to cover up a just lawsuit.
Making fun of another’s creed
Not owning up to a nasty deed.
Openly betraying a friend’s confidence
Pretending coming to another’s defense.
Quitting, leaving a job undone,
Relishing when someone is hurting,
Speaking a lie when you know the truth
Taking what isn’t yours, it’s stealing
Undermining another’s position,
Violating an avowed code of ethics
Withholding some valuable information.
X-rays indicating I have the disease
Young puppies all covered with fleas,
Zealots … spare me, O God, please!
written February 8, 2022
Categories:
goofing, anti bullying, how i
Form:
Abecedarian
I know that we have had tough times
as most moms and daughters do
the arguing , fighting and silent treament
well you know what we have been through
But we also have had many great times
cuddling ,laughing and carrying on
like the time we got all goofy
and wrestled on the front lawn.
Now your sixteen and a little more mature
friends, boyfriends and parties are of more interest
so goofing around and cuddling are far and few
but that's just how life is and how a teen should be
I just thought writing this for you would let you know
how much I love you and give me a chance to tell you
you mean the world to me.
Categories:
goofing, daughter, i love you,
Form:
I will miss all my friends
When school finally ends
Sitting at the lunch table
Telling lots of stories and fables
All the laughing and goofing around
You know to stop when you hear that sound
Then you hush
And start to blush
I will miss these things about Elementary school
All the times we acted like fools
Now its up to the big High school
No more will we act like fools
Categories:
goofing, school,
Form:
Quatrain
Please repaper my kayak redder
The level I refer to is new
I'll wait here Madam, in my Civic
Until the deed is done, thank you!
repaper, kayak, redder, level, refer, Madam, Civic, deed
(Not a contest, just goofing around!!)
Categories:
goofing, appreciation, silly, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
They’re sweaty and they’re soupy
Outrageous, and moody
They’re all together fruity
The Phantoms family
Their house is a soup bowl
Where people come to condole
They really are a hell hole
The Phantoms family
Stale
Impale
For sale
So get your table ready
With a soup kettle, you can carry
They’re funny and they’re scary
The Phantoms family.
Please forgive me my friends...if anyone disagrees with these outlandish face lifting cutouts...let me know through soup mail, and I shall remove you from the premises...
...otherwise (((((Happy! Halloween!))))))
Oct.30.2019
Winged Warrior...^WW^
Just goofing!
Not for any contest
Categories:
goofing, halloween, humorous, scary,
Form:
Free verse
We have come to a cross roads in this country,
where some folks truly believe
they don't have to listen to a Zebra,
Minorities get no respect in America!
Citizens are sinking to an all time low,
because they have grown weary of
the Political Show,
Republicans and Democrats have both
left messes,
Yet, somehow ordinary people are dealing
with the stresses of a torn goverment,
Advantages are being taken that are inconceivable,
because minorities are thought of as not being
commanding people,
Businesses think they can treat consumers
shabbily because there is only a minority at the
helm,
For all intense purposes,
Minorities are perceived as goofing off on the job,
The wrath of Obama should be unleashed on these
simple sods,
America is still Red, White and Blue,
Minorities should be treated like their
counterparts,
It will never become a white/black or minority
thing, if people act from their hearts.
Categories:
goofing, politicalpeople, people,
Form:
9:14 pm 22 feb 2014
Eating dinner and watching children play
Takes me back to a care free day
When I was young and life was still new
Goofing off with a buddy or two
Talking about girls
and exploring the world
Not worried or wondering what others thought
taking the stage right there on the spot
Beating drums made out of air
with unwashed hands and long messy hair
No commitments and no where to go
just taking it easy nice and slow
Categories:
goofing, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The tip of a finger, barely touching ulcerated skin
Chamfered ache of reason, or finely balanced whim
Forced through a reality, where spoons become bent
Into the pleasure dome, they inject gaseous cement
Climbing on rope ladders, spiraling around a kite
Wrestling fallen angels, fighting dirty feel them bite
Lost all my inhibitions, its so embarrassing to say
Oscillating and twitching, surreal pictures portray
Sensing victory I keep goofing, running out of time
Finish line is furious, for committing such crimes
Living with rules is for suckers, I’m partial to a kiss
Goalposts keep changing, guess it’s worth the risk
Haphazard directions, circumnavigating the void
I’m delirious anyway, eventually all life is destroyed
Chasing weird dreams, in this semiconscious state
Staring blank at the ceiling, while my agony abates
At last the heavens open, broken arrow was called
O God it’s beautiful, cascading insouciance befalls
Forensics tend to differ, I’ve probably gone insane
Don’t care anymore, cos these drugs numb my pain
Writing Prompt - Ache - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
24/04/2021
Categories:
goofing, allusion, confusion, pain,
Form:
Rhyme
Stars bright
Fireworks flying
Being close
Feelin safe
How I get this way?....
Giggls an laughter
Calm talks
Silliness an goofing off
How did I get this way?
......
The moment you walked through the door
The moment I saw your smile
The moment I heard your voice...
Your name hasn't left my mind.
Categories:
goofing, feelings, for him, how
Form:
Free verse
Mama bear pins up clothes on the line.
April day is wonderful, breeze is so fine.
Grandma is in the kitchen, tasting vinegar wine.
Children and husband are waiting to dine.
Little brother is doing a chicken dance goofing off.
Siblings are laughing, observant deer gives a cough.
Daddy brings a compliment, he is no sloth.
Best day in the spring, according to gossip McGoff.
I linger in my bee hive watching the bear family.
They appear as normal as any bear family can be.
I love watching their excitement from my dangling hive from the tree.
No one has any idea all of the activity this bee can see.
Categories:
goofing, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Rhyme