Best Hugest Poems
The Paper Clip
They were such a lovely couple
From a very very rich family
I was invited to
The birthday party
She was all of three
Adorable and soon ever more sweet
Once the candles were blown
That huge cake would be such a treat
Now the presents were a plenty
Clothes, jewelry, toys
Dolls, doll houses and bikes and more joys
I was somewhat shy, mine was not so grandiose
I had wrapped in an old cigar box
Another box much smaller
Inside a third box even smaller
Inside that me gift
A small piece of paper
Folded with a bright red paper clip
A wee little poem
That said these simple words
You are a treasure
Hidden inside these many boxes
So beautiful and worth the discovery
You are the jewels of life, you so lovely
I had drawn a pretty princess
On the paper fine in pink redress
I read her the words
From the bottom of my heart
Her eyes lit up so bright
I got the hugest biggest hug in sight
She ran away with a paper clip and
Three old cigar boxes
In a child’s happiness and
Pure delight
I sighed
The gift was so just right!
An afterthought from ancient times
The Poetry of Wine
Gifts that come from the heart
Light up the soul
When you gaze into a starlit sky
Count the millions of gifts from the heart
Their goodness shall shine
Upon us mortals
I’ve seen them: humungous stumps of once gigantic trees
that made a forest sacred-
knowing it was men that lopped off such magnificence
Stealers of beauty and promise:
these amputations leave their scars
on the convolutions of mankind’s
collective brain
Where, if I could
I would venture back in dreams to stay the axe
Let nature take her time with this living, biggest, hugest.
Into forever let these branches spread their prettiness
Let generations stand in awe at their continuance.
Suzanne Delaney
A football star with super speed,
Our prom king, Kyle, has gone to seed.
No longer likely to succeed,
He's out of work and hooked on weed.
Behind you's Jennifer, the one
Who led our cheers and planned our fun.
Most popular, with honors won,
She's sheriff now and totes a gun.
And over there is rotten Chad,
Once cocky jock, now deadbeat dad.
He bullied me and so I'm glad
That his investments turned out bad.
Well, here comes Sue, who was so shy
She never even kissed a guy.
She's since helped seven husbands die,
But always has an alibi.
A wit and prankster of renown
Who backwards wore his cap and gown,
Was Jason there, our class's clown.
The best mortician now in town.
A teenage tramp in scanty dress,
Yvonne no morals did possess.
She'd cheat and lie, so who would guess
She'd be a judge and great success.
Poor Adam there has gone to pot,
His hopes of being doctor shot.
Divorced and now a lonely sot,
The saddest of this sorry lot.
Remember curly-headed Clay,
The eagle scout and closet gay?
He's quarterback for Tampa Bay,
Is out, and wears a full toupee.
Poor Brook, our class's beauty queen,
Who prompted thoughts in boys unclean.
She's gone from slender sweet sixteen
To hugest hips you've ever seen.
And look at Zack, the puny nerd
With build and beak just like a bird.
Once too afraid to say a word,
He's now a billionaire, I've heard.
A romeo, Jake had his fun.
Most every girl he knew, he'd done.
Now congressman in Washington,
His votes are screwing everyone.
There's Beth, who boys refused to date.
Alone for years, she married late.
Her husband left a vast estate.
That hunk she's with is twenty-eight.
Example of the alpha male
Who knew not how it felt to fail,
My buddy, Ethan, went to Yale.
But he's not here 'cause he's in jail.
I view this wreckage with dismay,
This gathering of youth decay.
For one exception, look this way.
I haven't aged a single day.
I bought the "hugest" pot I found
It's very tall, extremely round
I had enough with four teenagers
Killers of eardrums and Pizza beggars
I Googled recipes for "Turtle Soup"
I dreamed of flavors, carrots and this "group"
Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello and Rafael
Mutants in green - they jumped and almost fell
When coming in my kitchen they all at once in awe
"Mutant Ninja Turtle - The Gourmet Recipe" they saw
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So now I quietly enjoy my veggie soup
A slice of pizza and an ice-cream scoop...
www.scripca.com
For Destroyer(Poet's contest: Turtle Soup
The time had come, we were agreed
To discontinue paying rents.
We'd make our plans and then proceed
To buy or build a residence.
i said an older house I'd choose.
A little house and lot would do.
The first of many fights I'd lose,
My wife and daughters wanted new.
Because of our financial state,
A giant mortgage would be tough.
I said we can't be profligate.
Two bedrooms and a bath's enough.
That sound opinion was not shared.
'Twould be the last they'd listen to.
And I was badly unprepared
To face the hell they put me through.
Each girl demanded her own room,
And two for guests my wife required.
(Her parents, harbingers of gloom,
And shiftless brother, who'd been fired.)
A living room with stone fireplace,
A finished den with vast TV,
Cathedral ceilings, (Wasted space!)
And just in case, a nursery.
The house entirely made of brick,
At least three baths and custom doors,
With granite counters, (Now I'm sick!)
A laundry room, and hardwood floors.
Its tubs so large we could bathe whales,
The hugest closets ever made,
New furniture from Bloomingdale's,
And landscaped trees providing shade.
A massive lawn (More I must mow!)
For future pool put underground,
A grill and screened-in patio,
And fence so pets can run around.
* * * * *
We've since moved in and now know how
A home affects a family.
The years have passed. I'm happy now.
We've added daughter number three.
To save on gas, I walk to work.
I carry lunch and no new cars.
My second job is hardware clerk.
I've sold my clubs and quit cigars.
Instead of crabs, we buy sardines.
No more expensive suits or gowns.
In place of steaks, it's franks and beans,
And younger girls wear hand-me-downs.
A lower temp to save on heat,
From pure-bred pets to shelter strays,
No gyms to jog, we have our street,
And no more concerts, trips, or plays.
More years ahead of steady debts,
But we're content to pay the price.
The five of us have no regrets.
We've learned to live with sacrifice.
A dream house we now occupy.
I'm feeling masculine inside.
I'm filled with pride when home I spy.
My family is satisfied.
How do we elect all Presidents?
It is incredibly simplistic.
We go to urns and cast our votes in.
'But why?' I asked myself this question
Incessant multitudes of times; in sorrow.
All politicians, including presidents,
And, by their own admissions later,
In their memoirs and sudden recollections
Are incorrigible occupational fibbers.
We always take what they promulgate
During election’s lengthy process
With hugest grain of salt and still,
At the end of it, we learn it all in books…
Titled the same:
‘I would if I could!
But I couldn't, so I didn't!’
A breath I have ached to suck in.
Happens only when I am able to
stare out across the endless ocean
at my special spot waiting for their arrival.
The Humongous Beasts of the blue water.
Performing with entertainment
of splashes and spout-blowing
for all who come and watch.
What they cannot see,
is the sadness that is taking place
way down in the heart of
this hugest animal of the world.
Their souls crying out to anyone who hears-
our loved ones are continuing to die.
There are not many of us left.
The same animals that
are robbing them of life,
anxiously await
to enjoy their presence.
They do not understand, they do not understand.
Dude, guess what?
Yesterday, I got to go through my dad’s dealership
and pick out a sweet ride for my 16th birthday!
It’s a convertible, dude
It’s a hot rod, dude
It’s red, dude
It’s a hot, hot rod
And it’s got chrome-covered wheels!
Wait until the guys get a load of this!
Dude, this weekend, wanna go get drunk?
Ah! Dude! I totally saw my wellness teacher
at the Rush yesterday! She was
benching more than half the football team!
I could totally take her though!
I’m not going to let a woman tell me what to do!
Dude, I better retake the ACT this Saturday
I totally need a 16 to play on the football team
at Northwestern Kentucky State Community College!
Remind me not to drink too much after the game!
And we’re totally gonna smoke Blount County! Huh! Huh! Huh!
Dude, this guy totally looked at me funny
in the bathroom between classes! Man, we gave him the
hugest swirly! You shoulda been there!
Dude, I got practice after school today
but afterwards, you wanna go roll that ***** in Bio class?
Whaddya say?
When I woke up one morning;
I knew there was something.
The feeling was too drowsy.
Every moment became lazy.
I chewed everything;
Grilled, sweets, pasta and all appetizing.
My mouth could say yummy,
Satisfied! affirmed my big tummy.
Months had been passed.
This 9th was a different one,
You enjoyed moving and rolling inside,
So achy and aired a big "Ouch! ".
My mother uttered a silent prayer,
Your dad kept on walking here and there,
I never stopped walking despite of pain,
This so called "labor" was a worthy task.
Continuous discomfort tremendously felt,
The doctor said it's your time to come out.
A little push....harder push...and the hugest push... took out.
At 12:59 am, Thank God I heard your first cry.
On a hot August night in Memphis
At the tinder age of forty two
Behind the gates of Graceland
America lost its tune
Gather round the throne room
The king is sadly dead
On the cold linoleum floor
Is where he last laid his weary head
Fought so many battles
In the star filled lonely life he lived
If you're keeping score this is one war
That he lost the battle in
His scepter it was golden
His voice it was the same
He just lost his soul is all
Somewhere along the way
With papers read the words they bled
Out on the written page
Tears that poured as the world all mourned
And still do to this day
So bow your heads the king is dead
Elvis has left the building after all
Although long gone there is still the song
And he still is the king of rock and roll
Thinking the other day of the exact place I was standing when I heard the news of Elvis's passing August 16, 1977 and this came to mind. Not the hugest Elvis fan in the world but boy could he sing!
All is possible,
when you use your brain,
you can think up a scaly dragon,
even a hurricane.
You can take a trip to the moon,
take a ride in the hugest hot air balloon.
You can be the world’s strongest superhero,
not just a total zero.
“I’ll think up a million rand,”
“I’ll be a rock star in the biggest band.”
“Today I’ll fly up to a cloud,”
“I’ll sit where the angels sing aloud.”
There are many things to be done,
all which are rather fun,
use your imagination,
“YOU” have the power to have fun.
“Tomorrow I’ll fly to Mars,”
I’ll buy a million chocolate bars.”
“Next week I’ll go to Disney land,”
“tonight I’ll win the lotto worth five million rand.”
The power of imagination is really really strong,
you can use it to do good,
yet use it to do wrong,
it’s really your decision,
not mine,
or his,
or hers,
what you choose to do with your imagination,
is up to you,
and up to YOU alone!
On my power walk this morning,
When my mind was in a muddle,
I was suddenly confronted
By a toddler in a puddle.
Now, the puddle was humongous -
It was like a little lake;
And this little boy was stomping,
Leaving ripples in his wake.
Though at first I thought him barefoot,
He had sandals on his feet
And his face displayed the hugest grin
You’re ever bound to meet.
Standing near him with his stroller,
Looking both amused and calm,
Was his parent waiting patiently –
Of course, it wasn’t mom.
For it surely takes a father
To not care if he got wet.
Neither cold nor dirt nor water
Would be thought of as a threat.
Yes, a father’s meant for frolic,
Not a part of the routine;
And cavorting in a puddle’s
Much more fun than keeping clean.
Yet I wish that I’d been witness
(I’d have gotten satisfaction)
To that father’s shock when he got home
And saw his wife’s reaction.
Oh, We Can Instant Replay A Recorded Movie Reel
But That's Not Even The Same Point In Time's Flowing Field
When Its Live Action, No Rehearsal & Reality
Time Does Not Repeat Itself - Like Our Errors In History
Each Iota of Time Carries On Individually
"... See There It Goes, Ooops There's Another, Look At Time Wink!
Every Movement, Every Action, Every Touch & Every Eye Blink
Even Every Stillness & At Every Thought We Think
It Is Faster Than Our Heartbeats
& Time Has No Twins, Nor Repeats"
Time Is A Magnet That Attracts To A Point
Time Makes Sure That All Occurrences Are Joint
Time Pulls & Pushes Us Into Position
(I Told You Time Is An Interval Thru Intermission)
From The Place of Conception Time Goes On & On
From A Place of Concealment - Time Had A Home
To A Place Far Away, Time Continues To Roam
And To Those Left Behind - Time Is Gone
Time Is A Rate Exchange & A Scheduler of Life
Time Is The Hugest Pie That We Try To Cut With Knives
Every Generation Endeavors To Eat Up A Slice
Yes, Time's A Precious Commodity Worth A Ransom Price
And Time Is Of Such A Tremendous Amount
That We Must View It In Parts To Bravely Number-Count
& I'm Afraid We Can't Calculate The Total of Time's Sum
'Cause We Have Never Found Where Time Started From
(Not Even When The Universe Begun)
So We Repeat It On Our Calendars, Clocks & Watch Faces
It's A System That Allows Us To Try To Find Time's Embraces
The Revolution of Planets & Night Sights Up In The Sky ...
Has Time In Every Formula As It Steadily Speeds By:
Mathematics Must Use 'Times' To Multiply
See, It's Only A Matter of Time
Before The Dark Gives Way To Day
It's Only A Matter of Time
Before All Wrongs Yields To Right of Way
It's Only A Matter of Time
Before A Gift Wrapped Box Is Opened
It's Only A Matter of Time
Before A Written Word Is Spoken
It's Only A Matter of Time
Before Youth Gives Way To Age
It's Only A Matter of Time
Before A Reader Turns A Book's Page
It's Only A Matter of Time
Before Lovers Share Some Token
It's Only A Matter of Time
Before Winter's Hold Is Broken
It's Only A Matter of Time
Before Grape Seeds Turn Into Grapevines
It's Only A Matter of Time
Before Same Grapes Become Fine Wines
(Part 2 of 3)
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/9/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
I fought one piggish Titan and I won
As if that devious Leech existed not;
Sealing the very firy nose of his gun
With ball-like rags to sap every shot.
A long-lionized mogul of giant name
Slew my low fists by a magic stroke;
Vilest Judas glossing in pesty fame,
I his two-timing fang spookily broke.
I know not if such a scheming villain
Fickle arms dim for want of glut gain,
Ever shall by Time's rare marvel floor,
And ink selfsame serendipities more.
May the Highest Star your ochre clip,
And pelt plagues and fates your ship;
Until Hades her filthiest minion finds
Sulfurous frying betwixt fallen minds.
May your fiendish bow of foxy veneer
Snap mid-hunt as looms hugest deer,
And life's fave tooth turn fatal sore;
Your daintiest morsel tartest grow!
I hear cheering chimes pealing far,
Beyond travails' veneers which blur
Tomorrow's rainbow scenes' glare;
Robing in glooms fine seasons fair.
Which wise to thank knows not I
As gold-dew greets from the sky,
Ushering in fresh starts on slates
Of pristine lot after fiercest fates.
Ahead still skulk facades dull,
Portending night's faking pains;
Posing askew out of envies null,
Shrouding rays on morn's plains.
Yet what eyes of flesh mayn't espy,
See ones within of crystalline light;
Untwisting stars cast in dims to die;
Shaming jets that soot ivories white.
And whilst at last loom shiny sights
Of respite hour's rarest viands' bites,
I'll hugest vollies of unmetered joys
Lilt past all ears and cherubs' voice.