Best Guest(A) Poems
When dinning out in a restaurant there are things you should not do!
Please use the napkins that have been provided not the edge of the table cloth
while pretending to be absentminded and leaning lopsided
If your roll flies of the table politely say whoops or even oops will do
as long as you pick it up so someone else doesn't ski doo
When your belly is a little larger and is sitting on your plate
as you try to investigate what happen to your plate
sit further back or bring your own crate
While eating your delicious dinner you proceed to pick your nose
explaining to your guest a fly flew up your hole
when you know this isn't so
Now as for gas goes you feel your stomach start to rumble and roll
seeking a way out below
whether it's loud, quite, or a little tweak it's definitely going to stink
If you feel a burp coming on leaving a taste in your mouth
like that of a derriere
keep your mouth closed so nobody else has to wave and swear
Now ladies with the bright red lip stick who feel you have to rub
your teeth with your fingers searching for those sneaky food invaders
do it in the bathroom and you can even use your tweezers
When dinning out without a doubt good hygiene is a must
please at stay home if your hair is so greasy it's started to gather dust
While slurping can be a sign of good taste
it's not if you are eating in haste and half of the food is on your face.
So please show some couth when dining out!
T Reams 4/4/2015
Categories:
guest(a), food, funny, hilarious, humorous,
Form:
Verse
Hi I'm a guest in your home, yes that's right your not along
But, you don't like me
I'll never understand why
When I run across the table I'm only trying to say hi
But you try and hit me like I'm the bad guy
Why can't we be friends?
Come on lets shake hand but if you don't feel up to it I understand
You stand so tall
I stand so small
You should not be afraid of me at all
But when you see us who do you call?
The terminator the exterminator to try to make us leave.
But, all you really have to do is say please
Stop being so mean!
We love your house so nice and warm and the food oh my who could ask for more?
We love living here and would not leave for the world
We love sleeping in you bed even though we may bite you now and then
We only want to be your friend
So put down that can of RAID you'll be a murder if you spray.
Please think about what I have wrote
A poem for you form a unwanted guest a Cockroach
Categories:
guest(a), animals, funny, me, love,
Form:
Free verse
Marla was a friend of mine
I knew from working at UTMB
Over 10 years we worked together
In the department of pathology
Though we actually worked
In two different locations there
We still became pretty good friends
Leaving me memories of times we shared
Besides her friendship with me
To all, Marla was very helpful
She knew her job exceptionally well
And was always professional
Our department felt confident
As we knew Marla was the one
To work in an accurate manner
And get any task completely done
Marla attended a few SSP luncheons
We would both go there to meet
She came as my guest a few times
And we would save each other a seat
I’ll carry the memories of Marla
With me throughout my living years
I know that when it’s my time to go
She’ll be saving a good seat for me up there
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Categories:
guest(a), death, funeral, inspirational, sympathy,
Form:
Narrative
I go to bed too late and get up way too early,
I can't stand to sleep I fail at it very miserably.
I don't enjoy a cup of coffee with a donut on the side,
when I see my reflection I want to run and hide.
I enjoy the nightlife walking around downtown,
I am very at ease with strangers all around.
I enjoy doing laundry every single day,
“Yay there are dishes!”, in thanksgiving I pray.
I get annoyed when there's dust on the furniture,
I dislike siting and catching up on my literature.
I love grocery shopping anytime anywhere,
but cooking dinner I just don't seem to care.
My family can stress me out past my limit,
“I can't believe they won't leave! I am so intricate!”
The dog hair is spread all through out the house,
and yes I love our little guest a cute little mouse....
~See, the truth is that I am the polar opposite,~
I live a simple life, quiet and moderate.
I go to bed too early and wake up way too late,
sleep is my best friend, I'm sure many can relate.
My cup of coffee is a blessing with a chocolate donut,
looking in the mirror I don't mind seeing close up.
Going out late with drinking and dancing in the bars,
makes me sick to my stomach, I'd rather go to the park.
I literally pray every night for the laundry to go away,
I wish I could burn the dishes every single day.
The dust can pile up I could really care less,
grocery shopping is usually done by my hubby Nicholas.
Without my stacks of books I need to read daily,
dinner every night on the kitchen table is reality.
Without my family I would not be able to live,
for they are my number one priority all I want is to give.
The dog hair can be vacuumed that's really no big deal,
so what, maybe that little mouse isn't even real.
See, the truth is that is really who I am,
I live a simple life...I'm an easy going madame.
~Written By: Laura Loo~
~Date Written: March 24, 2016~
Categories:
guest(a), silly, , literature, ,
Form:
Rhyme
What do I know of you
that you adhere to just come through,
Oh, sunrise of my mourning, then that to
diminishes as inception starts anew!
How regular you seem,
man's now abundance is to dream,
mine faded by life's guest, a sullen view
are disappointments numbered to construe!
The dawn, uncluttered like my mind's renew,
God's promise, always striving in my mew,
why argue with fate's timing, I am through
with restless pastimes whining, faulting's spew!
If these my conquests, scene as matters due
were so outspoken, yet continuing new,
I'd pray to save the morning, soul's rest clue,
I'd pray to not forlorn my plans review ~
I'd pray to lose conforming justice true,
I'd pray to space my virtue, freeing you!
This light, not riles deforming, nature's stew
together my forewarning, wanting's lieu ~
is spreading of God's justice ~ fear's adieu!
Categories:
guest(a), hope,
Form:
Rhyme
Come one and all, IT'S HALLOWEEN
WHOOP!
I sent Freddy to invite you to a bash
I see he's told you of it, sight unseen.
With a wicked dream and a bloody gash
You've been sliced to smithereens!
AHHH!
So stumble down to Elm Street for a little more gore
It seems you have a little blood on your slacks
There's a secret password to get in the door
It's: yell, "HERE'S JOHNNY!" and *Chop down with an axe*
SMASH!
Mr Voorhees will happily take your coat
Don't mind the expression, it never alters
Start to run now or he'll slit your throat
That machete there, he NEVER falters
EEEEK!
Oh what fun, up from the sewer and out on the town!
Keep on your mask so your skin stays in place
Before my next guest, a cannabalistic clown,
Makes a mask out of you! (for his friend Leatherface)
NOOOO!
I love party tricks! So I invited Jigsaw
The ones who get picked are always so lucky
Now show us how to get that contraption off your jaw
Hurry now, times almost up, says Chucky
TICK TICK TICK…
I think perhaps there is a party crasher here
A nasty little leprechaun, wrong holiday
It looks as though he's slashed you ear to ear
I guess he's in the spirit so.... he can stay
GULP!
You've met the oogie boogie man?
He ain't goin' nowhere, he's singing underground
No one can boogie woogie like he can
He dances around while you hang upside down
MWAHAHA!
Oh dear Mike, you’re looking a bit rough
I doubt behind that mask there sits a grin
Is it possible tonight you’ve had enough
Or that you tasted your own medicine?
BOO!
Categories:
guest(a), funny, halloween,
Form:
Quatrain
La FEE VERTE
One of those muggy summer evenings in New Orleans– the heat, my god, the heat! The air almost stifling– humidity so high the damp clung to your shoulders and you felt you were walking through a sack of wet clothes! I’d come to a party in one of those dark shabby little streets that cling to the edges of the Quarter– off Poydras, I think it was– in somebody’s house– I can’t remember who or if I ever knew– just an uninvited guest, a friend of a friend, but they were nice enough to let me in and make me comfortable. I found myself in a big stuffed chair in a foyer off the main room where the party was going on– not knowing how to join in right away, I listened to the voices and laughter, the music, and saw people passing the door. In this foyer there was a painting on the wall– a man standing between two chairs where a couple of pretty women were sitting, all of them looking out at the viewer with odd little smiles. Then somebody came into the room behind me and handed me a drink. The drink, in a tall glass was yellow-green– an opalescent cloud floated within. I sampled it– a bitter taste at first– I recoiled, then tried again– an overpowering aroma of anise and– something else– sugar-taste somewhere– my head befuddled and a curious softness on the tongue, a burn in the gut. Then– quite suddenly– a sharp taste that seemed to awaken the senses in my throat and satisfy me beyond my expectations. I had another swallow and– greedy– gulped the rest of the drink down and looked around for more. And at that moment, the man in the painting got down and left the room.
Categories:
guest(a), angst, appreciation, character, culture,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A particular path to take everyday to walk in a fashion on the way. Only to pass beautiful things, flowers and trees only to get a whith of a cool breeze. At least for a moment enternally, only convinced by the state of mind, ever sinced the day to remind, for only time, to take a path that's fine. Only to find a way to your mind in life to find a beautiful sign. The path to walk is good in me, only to be defined by me, for all I can be, the formality of life is only in me. Only to control who I look at in the mirror, a self image of me, the soul from within me, for life to live positively, only created by intuition, to open my mind and to listen, for the wind to blow, as the birds fly by, for a vision of life the sights is in my eyes. The dark road full obsticles and adventures logical pictures of a life to mention, for the road that I walk no time to talk, for the life on a stalk. The picture is me forever living in the seas beautiful places where my mind be, the deverstation of me is a life of provision only the mission is to find what I lost, only to find a way we're the roads cross. The way is hard only to live for who you really are, for only peace i shall live inside me, only to be guided by what defines me, a logical guest, a biological test only to criticize a minimal mess.For the road I choose to live by, for only inside to believe with pride.
Categories:
guest(a), absence, adventure, age, allusion,
Form:
Ballade
Bright balloons
from garden--
fresh cut blooms,
A bright summer bouquet
of asters and primrose,
asparagus fern gay,
elegant pink dahlia
in ceramic vase, a
touch of nostalgia.
Gracing imposing dinner table
set for twenty special invitees,
a night of fantasy and fable--
Violins softly playing Mozart
in the comfortable drawing room,
walls lined with impressionistic art.
For each guest a night to remember
welcoming them to the county bar--
initiating each new member.
written June 30, 2021
Categories:
guest(a), fashion, imagery, social, society,
Form:
Verse
Ms. Ogre Moose was happy to come to afternoon tea
She enjoyed Victorian Vicky who was lovely to see.
They did not speak the same language but got along fine
Laughing at their men who were silly on cranberry wine.
It’s a great day for a walk, Ms. Ogre Moose told her host.
I’d love to come along, except you have not eaten your toast.
The browned bread was handed over; they exchanged a smile.
It’s a fine day for a walk, Vicky said, walking her guest a half mile.
Categories:
guest(a), animal,
Form:
Rhyme
Ordinary Oliver owl made it to faerie-ville in record time.
Pleased that his GPS was right, it took exactly six hours, deliriously.
If you had driven, it would have been faster, the GPS barked in rhyme.
Oliver rolled his eyes, he did not take this voice seriously.
Up there! His internal voice instructed him; to the top of the tree.
He flew up straight away, encountering the full moon and a faerie.
What is the magic word? The faerie asked Oliver, her voice full of glee.
He had left the paper in his nest, under his owlets; he felt less merry.
No worries gentle faerie said, seeing a vision of owlets inside her head.
Your heart is pure, moon has approved that you be admitted tonight.
He went inside hollow tree and found dancing and a fine feast spread.
He gave the moon a nod, and the moon curtseyed, a curious sight.
What is the password? He heard the faerie ask the next guest, a hawk.
Faerie would not let him in, because he might hurt her guest the owl.
The hawk was not admitted and gave a most ugly revealing squawk.
Oliver had no idea he'd caused concern; never heard the hawk howl.
The hawk left angry, but the faerie took care of him too.
She put into his brain a place he should fly to.
It was a field of corn, a tasty fine October treat.
She was a kind-hearted faerie, totally sweet.
Categories:
guest(a), fairy,
Form:
Rhyme