Best Hmmm Poems
There are instances in nature that imitate the nature of some humans.
Tis sad but true that...
a mockingbird makes fun of another bird who sings more beautifully
a thorn pricks until it draws blood, but it never injures the rose
a moth thinks it has beautiful wings, until a butterfly emerges
a crow takes pleasure in taunting others until its feathers get ruffled
a bully intimidates but gets burned when the tables are turned
narcissists think they are in control until someone laughs at their arrogance
plagiarizers and AI users... nah. Their denial is a waste of time
Is that writhing really a dance
Or does he have ants in his pants
You have the answer perchance
He’s taking his Can Can to France!
Hmmm “finger food!”
I can only guess at what that means
Surely, we don't actually eat human fingers
If that's the case, it would be cause enough
For me to become a vegetarian
Then I could devour a whole “head” of lettuce
Or a bunch of celery “hearts”
How about an “ear” of corn
Or a “hand” full of grape tomatoes
Wait a minute!!!
That's still sounding a bit cannibalistic to me
Think I'll just stick to grass and rain water
EEEUW! That don't sound too appetizing!
© Jack Ellison 2014
I said I would…and I did
maybe I should have hid
Penned 4 April 2018
Contest …epigram…. Deborah Guenther Beachboard
Jame's Bond's P*ssy Galore
Pretty
Kitty
Bo Dericks
Hotsy
Totsy
Dolly Parton's Bra
boulder
holder
Curiosity
A bulge or a pant wrinkle?
Longing for the truth
Ah fish tails. Surely an apex of thought on a circular run. Home spun then. Bandy bringing braking balls. Throw then. Whirl then. Spun like a wobbly flan. Candyfloss hair in a breeze. Bending like an octave. Adjusting to the musical state of skies. Hair is dominant so why wear a wig. And just like a bird lean to peck. Peck peck peck. How remarkable then that all seeds are then without mould,bugs, and other vermin. Domesticated dog. Cleans the pots and bakes a cake. Seeded baps merely protrude when looking at a giraffe in leather trousers. But giraffes can morph so mind the beaks. Oh dear. It is undergrowth expressed. Good. It is akin to a mile long fishing experience. No flake. No flay. And a beating boom box 3 2 1 3 21 and now a 2.2 as well. All into the box to explode in a rhythmic rhyme which spans the time in a tidal pattern. Hahahaha and some wild cards of seeds. Hahahaha and a big bike carrying an emu. Hahahaha dusty automobiles laughing in a queue. Hahahaha aerostatics' CSX z
The boidies is singing, the sun is up
Nothing but happiness fills my cup
Still hanging around
With mind quite sound
"Your opinion", I hear some young pup
Hey what happened,
I started this journey from no where or perhaps the stars.
There you were
We shared so much for strangers,
didn't realize that two people could have so much in common,
always felt misunderstood
until I met you.
We talked on the phone for hours
just like the kids we've raised,simply because,no special reason
other than well,it's natural.
I enjoy you and the time we spend
I don't know you yet I feel I do.
I look forward eagerly to see what tomorrow will bring.
Now I ask myself how this can be,
or is this perhaps what I deserve.
Not quite sure how I should feel,I mean is it to soon.
I think about you as though you were mine.
My head calls you baby but my voice out of respect,will not.
The fear of offending you stands high,will that be alright or should I wait.
I know that I enjoy you and time will tell which way to go.
I will be the man I am and and hope for you that would be enough.
I'll let god and nature take it's course and just be thankful for you.
HMMM
...The general response to a poem
One that you just read
Whether it be good
Or whether it be...
Dead
Hmmm...
'08 I hate and disregard, as we bring in a new year;
'09 should be fine, and I have plans; to shift into a new gear.
Excuse my bitchin and whinin, but this last year was a bust;
Plans of change I've made them, and this year their a must.
No self pitty, no procrastination, no bitchin that life ain't fair;
I'm gettin on the positive wagon; and I hope to see you all there.
Father time has been a friend to me but, even he can grow weary;
We best do what we want in life, cause time goes by quickly deary.
Life is all about livin, it's out there and I'm gonna grab it;
'09 will find me jammin, cause im gittin all I can Git !
If you are a student of religion
You learn more than just a smidgeon
I would not want to pidgeon
To put holes in your religion
But it is my decision
To go out on a mission
And show an apparition
Can be a beautiful addition
Or maybe cause addiction
To the students of religion
You see that my decision
That each and all religion
Should be left to thier decision
Of beliefs or thier religions
[Today, for reasons I neglected to ask, Annie asked
Me, ‘Who used to say “Meeces”?’
I responded, ‘You mean “I hate those meeces to pieces”?’
Well I couldn’t remember the ‘meeces’ names (Pixie and
Dixie) so I googled the phrase. What follows is absolutely,
100%, no exaggeration, no tweaking for effect, Gods honest
TRUTH. I Think the human race is done for!]
****
When you do a Google search for something or other
It offers other questions from the world and it’s brother
Other information that has been Googled before
Questions that have been asked of it once or twice or more
Well, education’s had it for the question that I found
Is “What kind of cat… is Huckleberry Hound?”
****
[Update… just googled it again but it didn’t produce that
same bonkers result. Shame!]
put that away, no toys today
a personal touch is on the way.
love me not, for i have got
something to make you feel so hot.
a bolt from the blue, something new:
electric energy direct to you.
Hmmm, Interesting
To me, there never was any surprise
When it was I who finally would realize
That no matter how much I loved her so
Fought tooth and nail like we were a foe.
This is the start of poem I will now write
And even if I had held her real tight
Never grew or gave up and would giggle
As out of situations she often did wiggle.
For long time stood there all aghast
Wondering how long our love will last
Then there was an ice storm this winter
Which of my attention is now the center.
James Thomas Horn
Touched it up a little bit.