Best Groovy Poems
She is a groovy, hippy girl.
She loves that funky, trippy beat.
It is her hippy, trippy world!
She is a groovy, hippy girl.
She dances funky, hippy twirls,
and when she sits, she taps her feet.
She is a groovy, hippy girl.
She loves that funky, trippy beat.
1/12/2022
Categories:
groovy, dance, music,
Form:
Triolet
Come on over Ted said groovy Lucy
For tonight I’m feeling nice and juicy
Ted appeared unclothed
With assets exposed
For the sake of a strawberry smoothie.
Categories:
groovy, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Feel fond feelings
Words weave willing
Bless bright billing
Love looks lovely
Glimpse gains groovy
Claim charms curvy
Profound play primes
Touch treasures time
Rapture reaps rhymes
Trust truth timely
Deed drills deeply
Feel fine fancy
Drool dreamy day
Peace placates play
Speak solemn say
Heal hurting heart
Spread succinct start
Craft charming cart
Begin bold brief
Groans grabbing grief
Bless bright belief
Word wealthy wit
Hurl healthy hits
Frame flashy fit
Wear wild wonder
Touch truth tender
Please prompt plunder
Meet mingles more
Sweet stirrings store
Pride pleasures pour
Move mighty minds
Keep kitchen kind
Such savvy signs
Bear blessings bright
See sacred sights
Live limpid light
Dream dreamy days
Spread simple say
Choice creams cliche
Play precious poise
Create calm choice
Vibrant verse voice
Leon Enriquez
24 February 2015
Singapore
Categories:
groovy, beauty,
Form:
Alliteration
Who needs a your highness or sire?
Hillary and Jeb should retire
Though them we can chuck
The needle is still stuck
As behind the curtain’s a liar!
Author's note: Title inspired by Simon and Garfunkel's song. For a dose of the 60's check it out--fun.
Categories:
groovy, humor, sad,
Form:
Limerick
Oh, King David I think your groovy.
If You were here.
Unlike Your peers.
In spite the Years.
You would not go goofy.
May I meet You at the movies?
"Indeed." King David spoke,
Without malice.
"You have brought your crystal Ball."
Inside my Palace.
Wait a decade.
When everyone memorizes The Bible.
To counter-act The Liable.
And the clergy eclipses theatrics.
We also have concessions.
But the peanut gallery, boogieing to biographies?
On your way outside,
Hang the, " do not disturb."
Feed my ravens, popcorn along the curb."
"Well," I guess someone should get mad"
I replied.
" Well certainly, can't be us.
In our virtual realm of,"No Conscience."
Can we still be friends?
I know your not mean."
King David spoke " Most assuredly.
Take my bow and sling.
You will need them.
The New Millennium,
New authors, writing New psalms.
New craftsmen, learning to muffle.
Blessed excuses for the super bowl shuffle.
When it all comes together.
Truth will be stranger than fiction. Verily,
Verily I say to you.
Everything will seem fake.
You will turn away to the dictionary.
You'll need to understand, Why.
The capitol S' in "Satan."
Has been erased."
Oh, King David I think your groovy.
Categories:
groovy, religion,
Form:
Groovy Goodbye
Monkee, Michael Nesmith, known as the serious of the four in the band
Performed as guitarist/singer and toured with Micky Dolenz last month.
He wrote the Linda Ronstadt hit “Different Drum” and a 2017 Memoir.
Songs like “I’m a Believer” sold more than 75 million records in 1967.
1-25-22
A Celebrity Epitaph Poetry Contest
Sponsor Michelle Faulkner
Michael Nesmith died December 10, 2021 at age 78
Performed on T.V. for the first time in 1966
They became world famous
Top 10 Monkees Songs
'Circle Sky' ...
'You and I' ...
'Daily Nightly' ...
'Pleasant Valley Sunday' ...
'Valleri' From: 'The Birds the Bees and the Monkees' (1968) ...
'The Porpoise Song' From: 'Head' (1968) ...
'Daydream Believer' From: 'The Birds the Bees and the Monkees' (1967) ...
'I'm a Believer' From: 'More of the Monkees' (1967)
YouTube Video of the group:
https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=&ved=2ahUKEwj46YyRqM71AhVbJjQIHRjVCh8QyCl6BAgFEAM&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dgv2MLlZKarM&usg=AOvVaw3B9HOVpcKWOvuf9A6_HktM
Categories:
groovy, celebrity, music, song,
Form:
Epitaph
A boy at a drive-in movie
Thought it was all too groovy,
Til he went outside
And tried to hide
In a patch of Poison Oovy.
Categories:
groovy, boy, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Peace and love lots of slang man
I'm feeling groovy tonight
I was a flower child still stand
wishing we could all unite
although they protested
in their maxi dresses
and were getting arrested
I would've avoided those messes
mag wheels and jacked up cars
green shaggy carpet
matching kitchen appliances with bars
long hair and sideburns artists
silver trees color wheels
did glow with their stacks
mini-skirts flashing appeals
burning bras with bare backs
just to experience how it feels
custom vans with daisies
parents with wigs toupees
rose colored glasses not crazies
an era that never went out fun days
Categories:
groovy, change, history, identity, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
Somewhere once upon a time
In a place where there was no sunshine
and moonlight
Where there was no day and night
In a time when we were in between sleepiness
and awareness
Some friends of mine who had rode the wave of whirlwind
Walked along a fragrant alley
And crossed the border of sensuous curtain
Came and saw just to say ‘Hi’ to me.
Categories:
groovy, adventure, fantasy, imagination, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
groovy the vinyl
splendidly spinning slowly
going round and round
9/10/2010
Categories:
groovy, music,
Form:
Haiku
The grooves of her voice
Hum alive as she spins
Whirling hearts
Whirling minds
Reeling this way and that
Back again
Slow— a mistake— me but
Not me
Her but
Not her
And I’m thinking she’s something,
She’s the idea of tea
And rain
Snap! Fast like lighting,
Sharp tongue through my heart,
My bleeding heart
Pooled at my feet,
Urging,
Where are you now?
and
Who will you be?
Girl, I’ve got your saliva your honey in my veins
In one ear and
Then the other and
Bleeding out at my
Weighted feet
I swear I’ll be dancing
(Someday)
To your soul, to your voice
But I can’t make a sound
And my brain’s been wiped clean
So for now
Until your music and I meet again
I’ll just have you on rewind
Categories:
groovy, dance, music, poetry, song,
Form:
Free verse
(alternately titled: lion eyes hide sharp claws
unless made irate, then yours truly
bares his sharp talons
on all of mine faux pas).
Aye attest tubby reincarnated
from one male Russian Blue
species Felis silvestris catus
named Morris if that gives a clue,
and during my fuzzy past
hence, asthma “Cats Cradle”
segued into kitten hood
fur hum lee established
type cats as (tin pan) alley cat,
a rather litter boxed gritty debut
t'wood become (later in life) tabby
quick as greased lightning
snatching in the air,
when tender vittles flew,
technically got fired (acquiring
appropriate pet nicknames)
as fame (like a bushy cat tail) grew
viz perfect back up crooner
for “Cat Stevens”,
or lead singer for
the "Stray Cats" oddly
coupled, featured, and
incorporated with the guru
Horton Hears A Hoo,
yes him Elephant resembling
a humungous mandrake
from the, "Animals,"
whose body heat could
easily melt an igloo,
whereby Eskimos accepted charity from
Korean philanthropists named Joo
(founders of Palaces for Pachyderms),
these lumbering creatures possessed
an exemplary photographic memory
(rivaling that of the amazing
deceased idiot savant
Kim Peek) knew
practically every detail
incorporating trunk hated lines
(and could track missing lynx),
when felines shared common ancestor
but,...such petty files would most likely boar
and go way off course, and hence
I will shy away being extempore
favoring a deliberate fore
ray padding around basically ignore
ring any rhyme or reason
suddenly ending this persiflage,
and thence to thee bon jour.
Categories:
groovy, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Bell-bottom blue jeans
were the rage
when I was that age
'tween twelve and fourteen.
With no money to spend
on such foolish things,
our lives wouldn't end
without that latest trend.
But we knew how to make do,
and Mom didn't say no
when we just split the seam
of an outdated jean,
sewed in a piece of colorful cloth
from an old-fashioned frock,
and felt groovy in our homemade
bell-bottom blue jeans.
Categories:
groovy, growing up,
Form:
Free verse
The youngish woman danced to a rollicking tune
Up early at quarter till nine, exhausted now
At half past noon
Leaning on her dance partner,
her always close by faithful walker
Her long white hair damp with her dew
of dancing's sweet exertion
Music truly always was her very best
excursion
She lied down on her couch to rest
This 1960's rocker
A power nap, ah, getting old
is such a heavy bummer
Her nap leads to a sparkling beach
And the dreams of endless summer
Waking fresh within an hour the stereo
Sings again
A gift she got in '65, is still a constant friend
Her fall had lead her to some pain,
But that won't stop this lady
She's feeling groovy anyway
She's barely turning eighty
For now, no this isn't me. This is just
for fun....
But I'm still loving dance time
at a younger sixty-one
A sweet Friday night sing along
Enjoying old fun songs we've sung
Rising in dance to yesterday's beat
Then melting in laughter, and taking a seat
I look to my future less two decades away
Hope I'm still dancing on my 80th Birthday
~ Psalm 30:11 ~
King James Version
"Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;"
Categories:
groovy, beautiful, courage, dance, friend,
Form:
Rhyme
Go ahead choose your tune
What floats your boat away from the gloom
Some say it must be on a vinyl record
To hear the sound in each gritting chord
But I like to hear the clean sound
Close your eyes and image them getting down
And when you do just that and lay back
The music you choose will be where it’s at.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
groovy, music,
Form:
Ballad