Best Huge Poems
The residents will soon be moving.
There is lots of miscellaneous and
still useable items.
Some old growth redwoods
and fishable seas, some
breathable air
and unpolluted shores,
bargains galore so
don't hesitate
to make an offer.
All prices are negotiable
and everything must go.
Saturday, from 9-5, please,
no earlies.
Earth, the nearest cross-street
is Milky Way.
My step sister her name is Annie
has got the most gigantic fanny
When she plonked on a chair
She was quite unaware
she’d sat upon our little granny
Our poor granny was almost squashed flat
She screeched ‘Annie you’re so blinking fat’
I’ve just seen a new diet
I think you should try it
As next time you’ll kill our pussycat
Huge Jarse is an alias singer George Michael used to use when he checked into hotels. If you don't like the limericks then sit back, relax and enjoy the music!
10/4/18
A flame was lit in decades past,
and no one wants to see it last,
for global warming is its name.
Some tell us we'll have much to rue
while others argue that’s not true.
The biggest culprits take NO blame!
We speak of it, yet still we stall. . .
Bad habits must be changed by all
before this earth is one huge flame.
Written 6/13/14 by Andrea Dietrich
for the Light a Flame Poetry Contest of nette onclaud
"Politicians are a lot like diapers. They should be changed frequently, and for the same reasons." Mark Twain . (For some reason bizarre this is my favourite quote ever)
Trump is now POTUS
'electoral dysfunction'
stormy days ahead!
born in Canada
in a snowstorm
snowflakes were falling
dad drove carefully
we made it
and I was born
into the world screaming
odd for I am quiet
I recall playing
with a girl just like me
but she became an angel
I was alone
until a baby came
a brother . . .
we lived in a lovely vintage home
. . . and had a huge covered porch
on warm days
baby slept in his carriage
while I played tea time with my dolls
while grandma rocked snoring
I had a cat snowball
cause she was white as snow
a gift at christmas
she gave birth twice
oh those kittens were sweet
but mom said that's enough
we had a park
at the end of our shady street
where ducks and swans floated
and ancient maple trees swayed
I would lay on the grass dreaming
I loved my home
my room overlooked mom's garden
and she gave me my own window box
so I had flowers blooming
I loved the creaky floors
the stained glass windows
the curving staircase
the claw tooth tub
a lake to a little girl
. . . . and mom's kitchen
with delicious smells
soup on the stove each day
bread in the oven baking
oh such delightful memories
The spiritual gem inside me,
sometimes sounds like a huge buzzing bee.
This rumbling sound makes me want to flee,
flee to peace and not for glee.
I know when my soul needs to rest,
as I put it back into my chest.
This crazy world has it dressed,
now my soul needs to pass the test.
Even when we are both all stressed,
quietness and prayer will fill us with new zest.
Pupils suit every niche
Imagine seeing through the eyes of the animals
The truth and soul is hidden behind the perfect makeup
How does the world look like through a owls eyes
Many say the owl is a symbol of wisdom
Is that fact or a myth
Most people think that an owl is looking wise
Owls are master hunters, but not particularly wise
I admire them because they are unique in the natural world
* Not for contest :)
13.02.2016
A-L Andresen :)
a huge dragon
protects its gold from dwarves - -
a pile of charred bones
For PD’s Playing with Fire contest
Calorie counting ceases
Decadent and so delicious
Every single crumb is savoured
Forget sharing, it’s all mine!
Going to start my diet … tomorrow!
Let’s do some Alphabet
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick
10-01-17
1914-18 War.
Just another small cog
In a huge machine
Working together
Aimed at some foreign foe
To give a bloody mortal blow
And end a wave of ternary
Spreading across Europe
Over seas
Like a pandemic deadly disease
Bringing terror and horror
Death and honour
To countless people
On all sides
All swearing they have God on their sides
Driven by warmongers and warning governments
Propaganda power and greed
Thought by the ordinary Man and Woman
On the street
Death honour glory and defeat.
The war to end all wars
Or so they said
But war still goes on
Leaving countless dead.
Wars few understand
The scourge of Imperfect Man
wafted by Satan's hand.
Let is never forget
But let us learn
Man just can't get on
And get's his fingers burned.
The Huge machine
Travels on.............
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. April.
HUGE ONE, little one
What does she have to make me feel this way?
What does she do that makes her huge one sway?
When she makes her huge one sway
Rainbows rush to paint their play
All day he wants to be with her, so he stays
But what does she have, to make him feel this way....
A cozy home, I found in her arms~
Beautiful she, a canopy flooding love
When I lay my head upon her shoulders,
I'm tall, she's small, but we're we...
Nightly our bodies meet to know if we're we
Vacation times passed, we glided in merry sweet
Darling, behold, my gaze that softly speaks:
our true love banner bearing no defeat
Always with you, I plunge deep the ocean floors
as there in your arms-- I've found heaven's door.
Chest to chest with you I've reached Everest's peak
our heartbeats ride a supple frenzy heat
What does he have to make me feel this way?
What does he do that makes her little one sway?
When he makes her little one sway,
blinking twin stars shines to say
All day she wants to be with him, so she stays
What does he have to make her feel this way....
I read "forever" mirrored in his eyes:
his soul's windows, uttering no disguise
When together...we glow afire of wonder
Memories, we weave to always remember
If ever parted, I will be blue,
hence for always, I pray: "May God see us through"
Genes we yearn to spill, soon we will, we will.
as we want to build one, 'lil nation with care
He and I, two babies, we want in between.
Sugar, spices, all blend to colour our life
as our words wound, amidst webs of dreams.
We embrace strong in our esteem,
strangers whose eyes witness our affair
Unstoppable they say: "We are a lovely pair",
Forever in love, our aim shall be
Huge one, little one, will become more than thee!
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14.34 pm, April 04, 2015
Peter purchased a cute 'micro pig'
Over time it grew ever so big!
It cannot be denied
That the seller had lied
If he’s caught he’ll end up in the brig!
01~02~16
The huge pot
Filled with summer's impatiens
Adorned by snowny white blossoms
And delicate green leaves
Whipped by fall's hurricane
Gogyohka Form
Sponsor: Joann Grisetti
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huge silence
There is a huge silence within each of us, beckoning us back into itself.
—attributed to Meister Eckhart
it’s always there
waiting to be noticed
the fathomless well
calling me inward
into the heart
of the heart
I swim down
deeper
find silence’s support
how it buoys
how it thirsts,
welcoming
those who remember—
held by the depth
thankful, I bow
Hunting boars and stags in their rightful seasons,
Just like the Fianna I would have my reasons.
In whispering woods I’d seek out refuge,
Within a plethora of trees so majestic and huge.
Taking advice from nature and her grace,
Living as one with my surroundings I’d embrace.
Though harsh it shall be mentally and physically
I will survive, bumping into myself, inevitably
Hiding my true self from human interference
Near animals I trust as my kin in natural brilliance
Fiann in my heart, peaceful in my mind
From this day forward they're my kind
***
April 29, 2017
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