Best Hunky Dory Poems
I'm not overly fond of receiving a family's annual gushing story,
In the form of a Christmas Letter stating that all is hunky-dory.
I received one the other day in which they told the honest truth,
And I'll relay its contents though of me it may be somewhat uncouth!
"My son Jimmy who was in the army gave a sergeant a lot of sass,
And was unceremoniously invited to leave the service by the army brass!
Daughter Sarah became in a 'family way' bringing me much disgrace.
The father of the kid left the state and of him there is not a trace!"
"Son Robert attempted to rob a bank and now languishes in jail.
The judged sentenced him to twenty years sans the benefit of bail.
My husband up and left me for that hussy waitress at Joe's Cafe.
That left me with little money, having to keep bill-collectors at bay!"
"My sister fell on hard times and moved in with her three little brats.
She also brought along three hounds, a nasty parrot and two hissing cats!
My trusty old 85 Chevy blew a rod and left me without wheels;
I can't afford another car because of outrageously high-priced deals!"
She goes on to say, "I hope all has gone well at your house this year.
As you can see, this past year ain't been one for me of great cheer!"
I appreciated her honesty but found her dismal plight quite appalling.
Her letter left me quite bereft and before you know it, I started bawling!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Categories:
hunky dory, christmas, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Hens and Roosters in the barnyard
living in symbiotic relationships
each searching for kernels of corn.
Taking turns with beaks they snip
scorned and pecked. What the heck?
How hard should it be to get along
even when some foul fowl are wrong?
Cockadoodle don't squawk at me...
Why can't you see
peace in the barnyard is a reverie.
Squawk squawk...scratch scratch
Roosters and hens don't get along
Farmer, unlock the gate latch
to free those who don't belong.
Don't scratch, peck and complain
when you don't garner fame.
There should be no pecking order
Don't point the finger of blame
when you don't know the root
from which the clawing came
or you'll feel the farmer's boot.
Don't be misled by words of ruse
from roosters or hens on the loose.
They're out to suck up the worm
in the early morning sun...
their charade has just begun.
Squawk squawk...scratch scratch
Roosters and hens don't get along
Farmer, unlock the gate latch
to free those who don't belong.
Don't tell me this is a fabrication...
of a chicken barnyard story.
This is merely an observation
of things that are not hunky-dory
Beware the fox, lurking near
feathers ruffled in the barnyard
Cockadoodle don't live in fear
of a fox, a wolf, a fraud.
Keep safe the eggs in your nest
Don't leave your children unguarded
Outwitting the fox is a test
One for which you'll be rewarded.
They squawked and squawked
scratched and scratched
Roosters and hens in the barnyard.
"Cockadoodle Don't Will Open the Gate,"
is the title to a new hen house song.
Categories:
hunky dory, conflict,
Form:
Lyric
As I lay on sodden ground
Silence reigns,
There lays no sound.
I feel no pains
I have no displeasure
My heart interlocked by chains.
I feel great and euphoric leisure
I am in control I’m proud to say
Nothing can stop this pleasure.
I am feeling no guilt and no sorrows
Am I kidding myself to the actual truth?
Because even small ants cast long shadows.
I have passed the fountain of youth
I also been removed from past glory
Nothing is equable and nothing is smooth.
In truth this is not all my story
It belongs to another sod like me
We’re are not hunky dory.
One side of me is totally free
The other confused and fouled up
Both in me yet they never agree.
I can feel them but never see them close-up
Yet even small ants cast long shadows
So do I and I am going to shut up.
Categories:
hunky dory, emotions,
Form:
Terza Rima
Computers can absolutely drive us to drink
It's programmed into their memory
Just when we think things are all hunky dory
It lets us down unceremoniously
To frustrate us more we even lose some data
Though we often hit “command/save”
But wouldn't you know it this was the exception
To these monsters we're truly enslaved
The damn things treats us like a piece of crap
I'm sure there are gremlins inside
Trying to turn us into some raving maniacs
Delight when they see us cry
Can't live with them, can't live without them
They've got us by those short curlicues
It's almost like they enjoy watching us struggle
But give in we absolutely refuse
They can drive us to drink, a bloody caesar
Every single night before bed
Oh for the days before technology reigned
When people ruled the world instead
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
hunky dory, angst, computer,
Form:
Narrative
I have been made mad before
With my clothes on my hands
Shabbily treated by children in the street.
My hair shaggy and rough.
YOu could see me going through the hoote-nanny
Smiling to every one that comes
on my way in a mischievous manner.
Then they sang the lost song of missing instrument and Bongo
And i dance stupidly in an open field crowded with fools.
They watched my buttock going higgledy-piggledy with no questions
I flagged off my clothes and let them see my bare chest
Swirling and twisting its Skin.
I have tolled every night and day upon the ugly mountains
With my back welcoming the dust of the ground in agony.
I have been pushed to the lunatic asylum because they thought
I was mad but your love made me drunk and insane.
Lyrically, my songs boomed and welcomed thousand children
Home to celebrate your bravery yet you seems not to
admit my effort as i sustain lumbago which made me lumbering.
I have embarked an arduous journey on the south west to obtain the
Roses and egg of life made for you in the land of the spirit
Because the priest confirmed you to be Ogbanje.
I have worked in the zoo, worked in the oceans, fought
the masked spirit and won for your sake.
Worked in the farm land where the monkeys mocked me
With their ugly black teeth abusing my personality.
I made the ridges with your names written boldly on it
To remind the birds and wild creature that it is
Untreadable land for a pretty damsel.
I have pronounce your names millions time with the parrots
Taught the toddler how top read your names on books.
I have become a hooligan and hoon all because of your love.
I have worked in the vineyard of the king as his servant,
Many maiden clutched to me and laid down their humble
Lives for my soul rescue but i denied them all of love.
Millions tears have i drooped for your sake,
Rebel against my flesh and blood all because i love you.
I am bound to your body by ardour love,
Love me so that every thing would be hunky dory.
Categories:
hunky dory, art,
Form:
Narrative
Difficult time again for you;
no safe haven for you to go?
Where are your friends you call true-blue?
Some friends! You can search high and low
and I’ll bet dollars to doughnuts
not a single one will be found.
Isn’t that usual conduct
of dime-a-dozens’ that abound
when things remain hunky-dory
but disappear when things get tough?
It’s my same old commentary
quite often repeated enough:
the only friend you have is me
through thick and thin times, ma chérie.
Categories:
hunky dory, friendship,
Form:
Verse
Do any of you guys wake up feeling great
And can't figure the reason why
Don't question it, just go along with the flow
High five everyone passing by
Some will smile and wish you a good day
While others will walk on by
Mumbling things like “What's up with him?”
“Escaped from the funny farm!” they sigh
Wanna know the secret to a stress free life
One with perpetual good times
Where every damn day is hunky dory
And the big old world is in rhyme
It doesn't always have to be like a fairy tale
Always living happily ever after
Just seven days a week would be fine with me
With good times and a bunch of laughter
Let me know if I'm overdoing this stuff
Love to share my happy with you
Been on this kick for quite a long while
Guess a bunch of giggles are due
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
hunky dory, happiness,
Form:
Quatrain
Yes I'm a metal head
Yes I write poetry
Yes this is the general concept of my story
And yes I'm usually hunky dory
Booming cords from the electric guitar
Echoing in my mind, heart racing faster than a flying car
Static it is to others,
It speaks to me softer than a sweet lover
As I write this very poem
I'm blasting metal from jvc headphones
Listening to instrumental metal,
Letting me fill in the words as my mind settles
I can still be sensitive and still enjoy headbanging
Just watch out for my long brown hair when it starts swinging
Music so loud my ears start ringing
But i don't care as long as my heart keeps singing
Categories:
hunky dory, me, muse, music, ,
Form:
Rhyme
I've always asked myself is there a thing as fate
Is everyone not responsible for his or her destiny
If it were possible the future you could anticipate
If that were something that a person could foresee
Like the path that you choose to destroy or deviate
When your looking for home, a place of sanctuary
And it ends up being filled with emptiness and hate
But guess everyone can have a sense of uncertainty
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I was told things you earn nothings handed on a plate
And remember not every day will always be so sunny
Don't make rash decisions try and at first contemplate
And yet again yeah it's that same old age philosophy
Another avenue taken though one would still desolate
Because your feeling lost and now you are so unhappy
Ending up in such bad way, that you are in a right state
Still looking for absolution, but if it were that elementary
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But waiting in anticipation then just realising your too late
If you had ceased the moment, what could or may not be
Like that of an encounter like if you meet your soul mate
Was it just coincidence again one questions the irony
A mental image in your head a picture that you always paint
letting chance take its toll but not what you expected really
Again one being told at times perhaps its better to just wait
I guess that’s the element of surprise, apart of the mystery
Kind of like a part two to fate 98 and a bad case of nostalgia
with this im trying to close a chapter but also question
which I always have is there such a thing as fate
you know if i went down this road or this avenue
would things have been differed[nt perhaps if things were mapped-
out there would be no element of surprise
Perhaps just me being brought up again with so many mixed messages
uncertainty of everything it were like the movies a meets b an along comes c
and every thing is hunky dory but yeah its not reality inspired by other writes
and soup members written nov 2012,,,,,,,FATE,,,,,,,,,,,,,DESTINY,,,,,,,,,,,,CHANCE
Categories:
hunky dory, write, , fate,
Form:
Rhyme
8/4/17
Never once was it all hunky-dory
Let me tell you my story
Grew up in rural territory
I went around and through terrain that was thorny
Whether or not the weather was clear or stormy
It quickly became gory
For those that called me dorky
And said my lyrics were corny
Because I was after much more than money, wisdom, and glory
I've seen my fair share of Rick and Morty
Spent a lot of time in a laboratory
And less near a quarry
Had a cat that was a tortie
Haven't yet had a corgi
Or Forgis
Pockets were looking slim or porky
Put down another forty
Meanwhile myself and shorty
Started getting horny
Telling me about how much she adores me
Categories:
hunky dory, dark, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
There once was a young Rufus, so the picture shows that story
Who approached life without fear, trusting all was hunky dory
But since he lived in high gear, some of his parts had worn out
Including his beautiful hair, that never more will sprout
It once was healthy and fair, as seen within that picture frame
Yet turned a tone of yellow, at the height of his fame
They wept when this fellow’s hair had turned that shade
Thus, all available girl’s went to church and prayed
Since they missed his green curls, which no other man had
Still, Rufus lived even faster, and never became a dad
Yielding in a disaster, when he looked upon his head
For his hair changed one more hue; that of the color red
Even though he changed shampoo, thinking that was the reason
That his once charming locks, changed like the fall season
And so just like the clocks, with hands spinning around
After three more weeks, his hair turned wholly brown
Though Rufus felt like a freak, his head now looking common
But today his head is smooth, after all his hair had fallen.
For Isaiah's Interlocking Rhyme Contest
Categories:
hunky dory, autumn, hair,
Form:
Rhyme
Go through chores as, like a machine
the sunrise, sundown, the rains, and snow
the countryside pass by a train window
but can't drink the green valley to the lees
along the mountain slope the mist rises
swept clean by a light stream from among clouds
sea waves thrash the shore and back they go
the glacial river water flows down to the plains
poke the ecology to melt ice at the source
fertile lands begin to wear desert signages
channel energy to mine minerals and wring out oil
combust petroleum to run trucks and automobiles
disease and pandemic checkmate growth
damage life, in the gambit to make it hunky-dory.
Categories:
hunky dory, beach, blue, conflict, environment,
Form:
Sonnet
The world is full of fools’ theory
Listening to them I feel weary.
Such egoistic heads tell not to worry
And at our back talk oscillatory
Bad about us, creating a crematory
Where they bury their own glory.
They have a bad attitude of sanatory
Coward, showy, deceitful, predatory.
The world is full of fools’ theory
Listening to them I feel weary.
I too had such a mad hoary
Who was ready with an itinerary,
Where all bad & deceit come corollary
As she had a base habit of obfuscatory.
She knew less concepts contemporary
And thought herself vital primary.
The world is full of fools’ theory
Listening to them I feel weary.
Would always ask if I hunky-dory?
We knew those emotions were vapory –
Happy, then sad, angry then nugatory!
Her emotions changed as witch’s allegory,
Hate, spurn, prune are her favourite mandatory:
Now singly fights with colleagues hortatory;
Alas! Does not know her faults & category.
Listening to them I feel weary.
Would always ask if hunky-dory?
At first I tried to be a promontory
So that I can save her crematory;
Blind with pride, less corroboratory,
She spurned me having derogatory.
Now also I pity her as she is a hoary
But wish she improves her oratory.
Categories:
hunky dory, betrayal, career, friendship, leadership,
Form:
Monorhyme
An Easter Bunny Rhyme
Easter’s the time for a bunny rhyme
Come hopping in line to church bells chime
Twitch noses as if smelling roses
Sing bunny rhymes of Easter posies.
If you should join an Easter egg hunt
Move with a thumpety-thump-thump-thump
Share your findings as true friends should do
Sharing’s a hunky-dory virtue.
Sing of the pain that Jesus went through
Hung on a cross for me and for you
Upon a hillside so faraway
Yet rose again on Easter Sunday.
Sing a bunny rhyme in voices clear
Alleluia’s for Easter is here
Honour Lord Jesus for loving you
Sing for bunnies who love Jesus too.
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Easter - 7th April 2023
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Categories:
hunky dory, celebration, easter, joy,
Form:
Rhyme
life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run
Soupers please
accept my greetings
For all the nice
poetry and readings
life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run
You all love
the good lines
you do cheer
all that shines
life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run
Let me tell you
my good friends
How life in soup
it nicely blends
life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run
all you have to do
is sit and snoop
while the others
weave a secret loop
life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run
some times
you also chip in
lines that you
pen ‘n kick in
life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run
Feel other bards’
highs and lows
For life is uneven
and it blows
life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run
I look forward to read
others’ home run
learning to appreciate
others is big fun
life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run
new forms of poetry
I learn there
new friends I make
and we share
life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run
it keeps me glued
to the net I swear
never felt so afflicted
I must declare
life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run
contests are fought very keenly
but in spirit frank 'n friendly
winners get a shine 'n glory
and it all ends in hunky dory
life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run
Mohan Chutani
Date: 30.6.2014
Sponsor: Dave Wood
Contest: The Contest of my Dreams!
Categories:
hunky dory, fun, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
Lyric