Best Incidentally Poems
Wet Was Toilet Seat
Here is my problem want to repeat;
Some liquid was left on toilet seat;
Made by man,
Who always can;
My frantic fanny and it would meet.
Jim Horn
How to greet a toilet seat and toilet
paper each sheet. Incidentally, I
always keep mine shut so the cats
can't drink out of it.
Categories:
incidentally, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
I don’t know how, why and from where I got the idea of catapult
One reason I can think of now is, I got all the parts free of cost.
From branches of any of the tree could easily get forked stick first
From the bicycle of my dad’s burst tube I got rubber band for it.
Now as for the stones, they were available a-plenty on the sea
I along with my friends used to play with the catapult with glee.
With people watching our game, used to shoot on the seashore
Someone would come and asked us, “Can’t you shoot farther?”
One day while returning home, we stopped at a tree with berries
And started shooting the berries as we were all full of frolics.
All of a sudden a bird fell down, fluttered its wings with pain,
Many collected the berries, stuffed into their pockets and gone.
One of my best friend said, Wait I am coming back with water
Returned with a glass of water, sprinkled on the bird with care.
The birdie soon was on its feet, walked and flew away later.
We made for the home, though somewhat sad but cooler.
Next day incidentally the language teacher read a poem of *Kalapi
“O birdie, eat happily, sing your songs, I wouldn’t afflict injury”.
Next day I nailed the catapult into the back of my home’s door
I found the catapult there, when I visited my house last summer.
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*Regional Poet of India of 19th century having many similar life and work as John Keats.
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Fourth place winner in:
Contest: Toyland sponsored by Linda-marie, sweetheart of PS
Categories:
incidentally, bird, day, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
Dear Cecile, when you upped and left, did you
happen to notice that someone had poured a can
of paint over the Bentley’s bonnet?
and the other curious thing…my golf clubs have been
found in various places around the town.
I’m also getting a lot of emails from the Swiss bank
asking why so much cash has been withdrawn from my
investment account, and assuring me of their future loyalty.
Mother has been on the phone in tears, saying that a
woman with a foreign voice, has been calling her a lot
of rather unpleasant names.
It’s all very strange;
anyway, I thought I’d send you this email, in the hope that
you might be able to cast some light on this mess:
Incidentally, did you iron a shirt before you went, can’t find
any clean clothes,
yours, Toby.
Categories:
incidentally, humor,
Form:
Free verse
A vestige lingers of my sweet Ginger sharing the treasure of What color is love?
Springtide fell according
Affliction bred
Tending a foundation; no longer perceived
Flailing in an undertow between the realms of fragmented desires while desperately yearning to reunite with what can never be
Convoluted tattoos pierced my being.
Tangled in encompassed departures - aspirations drowned
Wading no more-
Restraining from feverishly Tangoing in a bog-
Thus fluidly dodging the precursors and ancestry of my youth- they are not meant to be disturbed - nor used as weapons; subjectively or furnished by a barb
Incidentally, the capacities of experiences led to my vanguard, emerging through a pool of quicksilver,
accompanied with a tender disposition, united, benign and liberated
Categories:
incidentally, change, deep, desire, growing
Form:
Verse
EATING OUT
Seated uneasily at the edge tables, café males alone, silent -
Focused on eating, heads moving, looking around to defend,
Guarding their plates against enemies and, finished, quickly leaving.
Am I feeling different from these? Or not really believing?
This man, round-shouldered predator over a fresh kill,
Shoveling in untidy dangling heaps on a fork, devours his fill,
Bare arms laid either side of plate, his shaggy hair a lion-mane.
Salty meaty-stuff in great hunks : it’s feeding time at the zoo again.
Elbows-off-table, not for manners, but for speed,
That man’s cutting with edge of fork and filling his need,
Stabbing the meat like it was alive and needed subduing,
Levering huge pieces into his mouth and rapidly chewing.
In rapid action their jaw muscles ripple :
It’s a job of work to be completed as quickly as possible.
The chewing muscles in sync with moving ears :
Must finish it all off - before any enemy appears.
Café-females are nested in the central tables - to chat, to think.
In table-groups of two or three, discussing the food and drink ,
Sweet cakes’ crumbs carefully swept with back of finger,
They eat only incidentally, no purpose for them, they linger -
It is a process, not a product, an experience, an exchange of souls.
Select one from a plate of small sweet rolls,
With small bites chewed slowly, elegantly, with thought,
Sitting up straight the way mother taught.
Hands occasionally touching for spoken emphasis in speech,
Unhurried, they pause over coffee and talk intently each to each.
Heads move neither up nor down nor away to the side.
Over each other’s faces, appraising, their eyes roam wide.
I assess these people closely, and rub my chin-stubble in thought:
With the eyes of a poet I mentally note their features as I ought.
Drink up my coffee quick, and move to the counter for more meat pies
Before any enemy arrives.
Categories:
incidentally, life,
Form:
Couplet
In a verdant valley shrouded with mist
there's a bakery no nose can resist
Izzy Lum's plum pies and cherry cream cakes
Taste scrumptious, like all the treats that he bakes
If you follow your nose up I-16
Trees tower and spread, no need for sunscreen
Italian buns and sweet Scottish toffee
Taste so yummy with your Dutch mint coffee
I assure you, from my ninety-nine trips
That Izzy's lime fudge will pucker your lips
Incidentally, what else you will find true
This aroma-blessed town has a great view
Inhale fresh air on the smooth, pristine lakes
Take a lovely stroll as you munch on cakes
Itineraries and trips come and go
Try venturing high and venturing low
Interest and joy of tours and camping
Too often leave you spent, bored and napping
I-16 is the road to elation
To your delicious, fine dream vacation
Written 8/25/22
Syllable counter
Dot Your I's And Cross your T's Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
Categories:
incidentally, joy, vacation,
Form:
Couplet
WHATEVER, WHEREVER, WHENEVER!
Imagine what goes through
Our minds in one day,
Perhaps millions of thoughts
I would dare to say!
A complex computer of
Crisscross wires,
Our brain surely sometimes tires!
And if ever in doubt
About whatever,
I say, Hey Google,
She comes to my aid,
With answers galore,
She’s centrifugal.
We are so absolutely techno,
More complicated our
Lives than less so!
I touch a button and order a pizza,
A sandwich or whatever,
Had this ever been the case,
In years gone by from wherever?
We travel to work every day
And take a weekend off to relax
But remember on the way,
We didn’t pay our monthly tax!
Arrive at destination, damn
We forgot Uncle Bob’s 90th birthday
Can’t phone him till tomorrow,
Battery has died on the way!
Oh no, he will never forgive us,
To my husband I say,
As I suddenly spot a leopard
With his kill in a tree, hurry!
We forget Uncle Bob, I know you
Have you guessed where we are,
At the Kruger Park, we came to relax,
But it’s really far!
We decide to forget everything
And promise each other we will,
When my husband says,
I short paid the cashier at the till.
Well that garage knows us well,
We will pay her whenever,
Incidentally, he said that last poem
You wrote is rather clever.
SWITCH OFF we simultaneously say ,
We are on holiday,
Our brain needs a break
Even if we think we don’t,
But we both know we won’t!
Categories:
incidentally, vacation,
Form:
Rhyme
TELL me, dear, everything which occupies you
LAY each piece out, display your soul
SELL me utterly all components, oldest to new
SAY absolute etirety, without any toll
FEEL my hands reaching musty content gently
DRAWN out painlessly, your dark place
REVEAL shame and sins as though incidentally
TORN from humiliation without a trace
BEGIN to trust your ribcage, competent holder
Of HEART, outlandish desires wrapped
WITHIN terror of memory allowed to smoulder
DEPART from a prison, ribcage relaxed
IMMERSED in latitude, stream jumping joyous
FORGIVENESS view gifts expansion
TRAVEVERSED in unison, a vocalised voyage
DELIVERS cognition spun in tandem
BLUEST of blue moons we nurture, accessible
GIVING your mind renews our reward
TRUEST thoughts I massage make it possible
LIVING with wisdom, sharing one orb
13th November 2020
Written for Contest: In Rhymes Sublime
Sponsor: Joseph May
Categories:
incidentally, adventure, age, appreciation, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
“TILL DEATH….THROW US.. A- PART Y!!”
(Death, truly an equalizer)
You may find it today
It comes in middle of the night/day
Casually,
Calmly,
Incidentally,
But, with finality!
Hope, though it's not deadly!
Without the coming of another day
When right at your door’s way
It may come knocking our way
It's God’s mysterious way - Judgment Day!
Instantly then sometimes indicatively
Exceptionally happy or emotionally
You and/or I waylaid, it could may
Young and old, may, by the way!
Thank Him for unlikely timely
To rest in a journey
In disbelief, yesterday or today
No McArthur’s way, somehow history!
Whether in shopping or hopping away
All the way not half way
It must make its way, certainly
Stiff and coldly, soon, only time vary!
Anyhow, cheer-up ,in this way
It could be a perfect day- an eternity
Come what may, boldly and heavenly
However, rosy and a Special Delivery!
Pray, pray and pray !
Meaning:
McArthur's Way: (History)
General McArthurs famous speech to the Filipino people: "I shall return"
Categories:
incidentally, death,
Form:
Free verse
CLARISSA’S VALENTINE DIARY OF “PASSION”
February 2009
Pretty in red, her tears start to flow
All dressed up and nowhere to go
She got dumped after he had his way
Sweet revenge follows this Valentine’s Day
Into the river his body will go
One knife, an alibi, no-one will know
Now what better day for his bad blood to flow
to be continued…..
February 2010
Proudly relieved that she didn’t get caught
Alibi solid, her story they bought
Sweet Valentines’ Day will be all she wished for
She’s found a new love, couldn’t ask for much more
Incidentally she’s hoping and praying that he
On this day will make her a new bride-to-be
Nothing good lies ahead, if he doesn’t agree.
to be continued…..
February 2011
Perfect in white, this she didn’t foresee,
Alone in the church, where the devil is he?
Standing alone in her wedding gown
Somebody whispered the groom had fled town
Into the limo so no-one would know
Once again Valentine tears start to flow
Nobody dumps her, she won’t let this go.
to be continued….
February 2012
Payback is lurking, his receipt she found
A step behind him she’s Canada bound
She has revenge written all over her face
Smith and Wesson, in her case
It might convince him to take her advice
Or face consequences, without thinking twice
Nasty Clarissa, will he pay the price?
to be continued……
Categories:
incidentally, angst, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, day,
Form:
Acrostic
>For twenty-one years I was an Inspector in the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, although it is more easy to say the RSPCA. A love of animals has never left me and of course who am I to deny them a few poems. This one I did forward to my old headquarters. Someone read it and thought it was, 'very good.' Praise indeed.
This is a poem story, about a cat named Thomas.
Thomas was a black cat, a full tom still yet.
As his flipping owner, took him not to a vet.
Thomas was a full tom, he had fights like that.
But his flipping owner, took him not to the vet.
In time he stunk the house out, as his scent he did spray.
As his flipping owner, took him not to the vet.
Always he did wander, fighting other cats galore.
Looking for a female, with whom he hoped to score.
As his flipping owner, took him not to the vet.
Then one day he returned home, tired and battle scarred.
But his flipping owner, took him not to the vet
He was so sick one day, a man in dark did call.
Thomas tried to run away, but was caught in the hall.
As his flipping owner, took him not to the vet.
Thomas was taken away, by someone from the RSPCA.
And that was when, I can say Thomas saw the vet that day.
Thomas was examined, his wounds were dressed you know.
And he lost his manhood, they really had to go.
Thomas got a new home, now he is full of fun.
Does not need to wander, fight, then have to run.
Thomas well that's his name, don't know what it was before.
Now I must go I hear a scratch, it's Thomas at my door.
I have now adopted him, from the RSPCA.
And as he now looks at me, I've one thing left to say.
As I am now his new owner and if he does not look well.
I'll take him to the flipping vets, even if he does meow.
I realize on BBC News there was some confusion about calling a British veterinary surgeon a vet, there being confusion with a veteran from the forces. This is not the case as almost 50 years ago we were calling our veterinary surgeon's vets for short. Incidentally I was actually a veteran myself then, so young. My how time passes. (TmA)<
Categories:
incidentally, animal, cat, friend, happy,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
Summer boulder-boots wear my thoughts
Thoughts warmed by winter coat maligned in poison oak
With an indelicate left-breast
Pocket inscription stating the obvious
“Boys Don’t Cry”
(Simply put and rich in depth, obviously)
All together, together all.
All together one we go
Neurotically traipsing unreceptive asphalt
Summer boulder-boots wear my thoughts
Warmed-Itchy thoughts are spoke-spun thoughts
By a girl…ewww
(And also by the she I’m so unwanted by, obviously)
With an indelicate left-breast and dysfunctional vocal-cords
Who fit me for the boots and gave me the coat
(I paid for the boots)
The receipt for the boots, under the total
Obviously (or incidentally) stated
“Boys Don’t Cry”
All together, together all.
All together one we go
Neurotically traipsing unreceptive asphalt
Summer boulder-boots wear my thoughts
Dizzy-Swarmed-Bitchy thoughts deplete the air
The air is cosmonaut thin
(Though I suspect thick by astronaut standards)
My lungs protest
With dysfunctional vocal-cords
From an indelicate left-breast that has a flippin’ boot receipt stapled to it
I remove my space helmet to smell the roses
And then
(Quite obviously)
Cry Like It’s
1999
All together, together all.
All together one we go
Neurotically traipsing unreceptive asphalt
Muah!
2/2/2016
Categories:
incidentally, angst,
Form:
Free verse
T'was not about the Fire
That Burn the Bush but would not consume
T'was about the Bush that Hosted God.
T'was not about the Ark
That killed the one that gave it Support
But Blessed to envy, the House that kept it
T'was about the House that Reverenced His Presence.
T'was not about the Fire
That burn Seven times over
Burned the Soldiers and the Ropes
But the Hebrew offenders would not consume
T'was about Men that Knew and Believed in their God.
T'was not about the Fire
That answered not
Despite the limping and cuttings of Baal prophets
But descend heavily at the beckon of Elijah.
T'was about the Prophet that carries God.
T's not about the storms
Or challenges that come our way
T's not about the answers
That we don't get, even at that point
When we've tried-cried our best.
T's not about the God
That seems desperately quiet
Incidentally at that exact time
When the questions get most vigorously daunting
T's about Me
How My walk was before the storms came
T's about Me
Where My Faith lies when I needed answers
T's about Me
How much of Him I Carry
T's about Me
My Commitment, My Devotion, My Worship.
T's about Me
How much I've Learnt to trust in Him
Ts about Me
The level of Acquaintance I've gained in His presence.
T's about Me
T's about where I stand.
OCTOBER 2O16 / @M.H.O.G Unveiled
Categories:
incidentally, celebration, cheer up, christian,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Memory of past,
imagination of mirrored future,
evolve dipolar octaves of functional form,
informating appositional contention,
encoded, and therefore neurally decoding,
recoding
reconnecting from past to future to past regenerators
implicate ordered language and iconic relationships,
numeric transliterations across universal paradigms,
transformatively intuited,
transubstantiated semiotics,
transductive integrity of right and left ellipticals
eco-metaphysical and ego-physical fractalfunction
mind/body interweaving
multisystemic regenesis
of full hued harmonies
and curious orthopracticing temperaments,
Redeeming peace,
time as reiteratively co-arising mindfulness,
eco-ethics as co-incidentally mentoring evolution,
ecologic as logos moral syntax,
economics as normative co-investment order,
eco/ego-entifying as bilateral Earth Justice
Echoing resonance
informing dipolar functions
filling balanced forming farms
growing Yintegral empowerment
with radiant Yang enlightenment
Not Polynomial double-negative boundaries
and margins
balancing poly-binomial (1/0) spacetime,
double-bound temporal-aptic neural strings,
never too late or early,
of resonant holonic calculation,
rational trigonomials,
fractally revolving geometrics,
permaculturing square-emergent roots
resonating Life's reverse-hierarchic
exponential Win-Win Tree.
Eco-nutritional revolving roots
of power
produce Earth's rainbowed metric rhythms,
branching eco-nutritional harmonic crowns
of light.
Categories:
incidentally, beauty, color, earth, math,
Form:
Free verse
My friends, an article has been published by a gentleman by the name of Guy Crittenden titled "That mask is giving you lung cancer" Please google and read the article. Why is this important? Well because the gentleman that wrote the article spent 25 years as editor to the Trade Journal HazMat Management, Which incidentally is an award winning magazine. This was posted on Facebook. This is specifically the typical blue mask. This information was also given in the edition of Dell Bigtree's program, The Highwire. When two OSHA experts explain the dangers of wearing a mask. Mask were never design to be worn for long periods of time. When worn for lengthy periods they are very harmful. The Blue mask contains Teflon, and other harmful chemicals. He claims that the mask are Sterilized with Ethylene Oxide, a known carcinogen. Many teachers in various school boards have been experiencing significant symptoms. PTFE when added to the mask can lead to lung cancer. Dont agree, argue with the experts at OSHA. Also he claims wearing a mask all day, will, he claims, cause brain damage. Surgeons wear mask in operating rooms, but those rooms are oxygenated, because of them wearing mask. He is concern for the students and all wearing a mask for extended periods of time. Please google Guy Crittenden " That Mask Is Causing You Lung Cancer. Also be advised that the Powers that be will try to discredit him and lie about the facts and the Truth.
Stay well my friends, be Vigilant and May the good Lord watch over you... Please tell others...
Categories:
incidentally, truth,
Form:
Narrative