Best Greases Poems
Families sat together when I was young
Ate popcorn had fun….
Around the coffee table we’ whine
Pass the chips gimme mine!
Black and white TV had just come to town
The neighbor had it, it was around.
But, oh the board games we’d play
Parcheesi, dominoes, monopoly!
We’d all sit on the floor on that mustard shag rug
My bratty little sister would get all the cat’s hugs.
The bowl of potato chips would be twixt Dad’s knees
And Mommy would ask to pass the bowl please.
Babe our dog would nose all the pieces
And the monopoly money would get covered with greases??
Boy, we’d laugh cause it always seemed
Baby brother would get thrown in jail, double-teamed.
Well, we never did get rich
But you know what’s funny?
I’d give anything…..
Anything for one more chance
At family…and that Monopoly money!
Monopoly the Game of Life
D. Guzzi
Categories:
greases, family, happiness, little sister,
Form:
Free verse
My toilet was blocked, what a bummer
I texted Curtis, he’s a plumber
He got out his long rod
Gave my blockage a prod
If lucky t’will be fixed by summer!
The plumber has read a food thesis
Why faeces aren’t falling to pieces
If you go the whole hog
You will poop a bog log
Our diets needs more oils and greases!
Occupation chosen Plumber
Limerick's poetry Contest by Joseph May
syllable count 9.9.6.6.9 both poems
checked with how many syllables
1/4/19
Categories:
greases, house, humorous, work,
Form:
Limerick
alizarin Crimson flesh on cold steel
yesterday’s fat greases the wheel
Categories:
greases, food
Form:
Crystalline
A decade here,
I smell the the fragrance of the dwelt air.
I am going to miss this refuge
Crying became a task, huge.
I wish not to
Though I wanted to.
For the happiness I found
Had silenced my crying sound.
I wish to take this beauty
Which my eyes observed as a duty.
I wish to take the pure water
Which soothes and makes better.
I wish I take this soft sand
That greases hope on my hand.
My bid is to take a thing
That may read everything.
As I leave this hope full place
Just in case....just in case...
I need to remember
The land that took me a member.
The ship is now leaving with a loud clamor
I relished the comfort of humor.
In my hand... I took the sand
To rhyme my saving Island.
Categories:
greases, art,
Form:
Couplet
An hour long nap right after lunch?
I find it helps me quite a bunch!
When sleep is missed the night before,
It matters not if work or play,
A nap is balm to stress of day,
And this is not just metaphor!
A nap is like self-given hug,
That brings a smile back to your mug.
No, don’t discount its healing pow’r,
A servant to your ev’ry plan,
That greases all the wheels of man,
A nap, the hero of the hour!
My father first taught me this art,
Much sounder than dessert or fart,
It puts day’s burdens in their place!
God too took rest at end of week,
Rest is Holy! Hear Him speak!
(For from God’s rest poured Saving Grace.)
Brian Johnston
December 12, 2014
Categories:
greases, blessing, care, father, god,
Form:
Rhyme
lubed flesh marinates
ocean spray greases white flesh
sunbaked bodies steam
Categories:
greases, nature
Form:
Haiku
Had time be for leisure,
The orchard's shade shall serve its purpose.
Were it be for the stretches of time -
Our loins shall melt in rhythm.
Had she be forgiven, this moment,
For despair soothes her skin -
Like the camwood that greases Ezemma's.
Ezemma; a god sent among all.
Such candour her elegance gives!
Shall I stand this?
Can I hold this pressure?
What a miasma!
Evil lurks!
Negligence over spirituality!
Awkwardness springs!
My brass to wear, my cross to bear
This season isn't the best to sip the finnest!
The spirit of the elders have come to sprint,
Round the iroko tree, death dangles like pendulum
Our friend has come to stay - for whose wish?
I care not for!
Is it the strength we put on fold or hold?
Has it grace her essence in my lair?
Does it give strength to the hyenas on leash?
A wonder, I ponder!
A raven born, sibyl thrown to Sahara.
Distance birth envy,
Irks me soul, tears away ;
Veil of years unborn!
The flow comes from this hy-
Men!
The flow sweetens my spirit but I fear the cradle
Trauma of feelings grow within the spirit!
The sticky smells savours my dignity,
My estranged lover grows within my wall...
For in her comfort, I find peace,
In her anger, I see beauty -
Shackles of past holds fort,
Whose fort shall bear this cross?
Whose fort can give brass?
The strength of the veil,
Births my estrangement.
Categories:
greases, betrayal, depression, heartbroken, hope,
Form:
Classicism
here where oil greases
the growing yawn of lack,
and its glistening stagnation stretches sorrows night,
how can the days be willing to unfold?
here where time and again
despair seizes the hero by the throat
and hurls him upon misery` s spear,
how can hope be willing to be fed?
how will freedom lift up her voice?
when will the captives` cry be attended?
when will songs of joy be danced
in these somber vales?
in this place where `black gold' slumbers
in nature` s arms,
and life seem as a passing tale,
when will the Niger-Deltans know
the shout of victory?
when will they know the laughter
that the sons of pleasure know?
Categories:
greases, angst
Form:
For hand cream, one extract is best,
but slow as a snail’s pace to test.
Just go to your garden
and beg for their pardon.
The gastropods? Somewhat depressed…
Rid wrinkles and loose skin with ease;
our essence has sailed the high seas.
If your skin entails
much flapping and flails,
we won’t hang you out in the breeze!
—————
If nothing else, I do amuse myself! Anaya’s comment on Fresh Sea Greases brought out ideas for two more skin care products, based on what was typed (‘sail extract’) and what was likely meant (’snail extract’), lol. There really are hand cremes with snail extract! Snails are gastropods. I haven’t seen any sail extract hand cream, but I haven’t looked that hard either!
Categories:
greases, nonsense, silly,
Form:
Limerick
Bull crap
greases the cogs
The lies
spin the wheels
Misconceptions
never under appeal
Politicians
sucking us dry
Blood
spilled for glory and pride?
Money
runs dry
Freedoms
disappearing at the blink of an eye
Military jets
transgressing the blue sky
And the people
looking up wishing they could fly
Flying
away from their troubles and fears
Reaching
for the moon and stars near
Dieing
to be apart of something greater
Living
to appease an absent creator
Watching
another's life as if in a movie theater
Dreaming
how to be a better dreamer
Sweet dreams little dreamer
Categories:
greases, political,
Form:
There’s a version that comes in an ointment,
but go sparingly on the anointment!
The calamari squid
set you back a few quid.
Ooh, those tentacles - no disappointment!
----------
H/T to Coming Up Roses by Rico Leffanta
Categories:
greases, silly,
Form:
Limerick
THE HECK WITH YOU
THE HECK WITH YOU
I’M GOING TO LET DOWN MY HAIR
IN NEUTRAL ANY TRIER TO PARE
WITH A STRING WHEEL OF PARTS
THE SOUND OF MY ENGINE IN DRIVE
WHILE YOU BACK UP WITHOUT A CARE
I’VE EASY YOUR MINE
WITH EVERY PIECE I’VE CHECKING INSIDE
TOUCH THE GREASES FEEL
AS YOU PUT IN YOUR HEEL
I KNOW YOU’LL BE BACK
PUTTING IT UP HIGHER
JUST TO CHECK THE OUT LINER
THERES NOTHING REALLY
WRONG WITH YOUR CAR
YOU WANT GO THAT FAR
THE HECK WITH YOU
I’M GOING TO LET DOWN MY HAIR
NOW YOURS IS TUNED UP
BUT I’M STILL HERE WITH THE HOOD UP
ONE DAY I’M GOING TO STEAL YOUR HEART
AS YOU DRIVE AWAY WITH EVERY LAST PART
THE HECK WITH YOU
I’M GOING LET DOWN MY HAIR
AND GIVE YOU ANOTHER TUNE UP
HOPING YOUR ENGINE DOESN’T STOP
I’M GOING STEAL YOUR HEART
AS YOU DRIVE AWAY WITH EVERY LAST PART
BY Shawn Jones
03/04/09
Categories:
greases, adventure
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Baa Baa Black Sheep
Corruption was pretty heavy
The wool market well controlled
Black sheep was a union contributor
That's the story, or so I am told
One bale was sent to the secretary
One bale, his wife on the side
It was better to grease the bosses palms
than see his business slide
One bale was sent to the delegate
The man who controlled the shop floor
His suppression on workers unrest and stuff
Allowed Blacks sales to soar
Money greases the wheels of Industry
William Hancock
24.Aug.2011
2227Z
Categories:
greases, corruption, fairy, fantasy, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
they open and close at my will
they pull closed and shove open noisily
but i know better than that
i know who slams it
opens it
greases it
fixes it
but i just dont want to hear it
Categories:
greases, loss,
Form:
Aw, C’mon Man
Be honest With Me
(more idioms)
Composed: by Miracle Man
4/12/2020
“Whatever greases your wagon” is fine with me,
but “don’t bite off more than you can chew”, first lick.
You may find things “harder than skinning a flea,”
or like “a poke in the eye with a sharp stick”
While you wish to appear “as tough as stewed skunk,”
your appearance to me is of “a sheep killing dog.”
You’re “all gurgle and no guts” thinking you're a hunk,
and think you’re as “handy as hip pockets on a hog.”
The coffee you drink “would raise a blister on a boot,”
and at paying time, “you’ve short arms and deep pockets.”
For the opinions of others “you don’t give a hoot,”
Your stature will probably “never rise like rockets.”
“You’re grinnin’ like a pig eatin’ persimmons” right now,
thinking “you’re finer than frog hair split four ways.”
You’ve never been inclined to “put your hand to the plow”
perhaps thinking “desires are nourished by delays?”
Categories:
greases, humor, truth,
Form:
Lyric