Best Infrequently Poems
To the tune of "Itsy Bitsy, Teenie Weenie, Yellow, Polka-Dot Bikini"
Dedicated to Nancy Pelosi
Chorus:
She has an itsy bitsy
Teenie weenie
Brain inside her little beanie
And she uses it infrequently
An itsy, bitsy
Teenie weenie brain
We get the heebie jeebies
Whenever Nancy's in our company
Two, three, four
Don’t stick around, head for the door
Nancy:
Oh, I pushed and I wrested for health care
But no one wanted this lame, inane fare
Still I managed to get it through Congress
The court may now say it was pointless
Two, three, four
Please don’t give us anymore
Chorus:
She has an itsy bitsy
Teenie weenie
Brain inside her little beanie
And she uses it infrequently
An itsy, bitsy
Teenie weenie brain
We get the heebie jeebies
Whenever Nancy's in our company
Nancy:
Some will tell you that my voice sounds too shrill
But House members have followed me still
Yet we have an election upcoming
From my muse all my members are running
Final Chorus:
From the Congress to her home state
From California to the streets
Of San Francisco you will find her
Oh so sad to lose her seat
Categories:
infrequently, funny, political
Form:
Lyric
Dedication to an Anonymous Poet
Brilliant, so very loving and
supportive as can any be!
Humble yet attacked and avoided?
As he knows too much classical poetry?
Yet, he's the captain of his own
poetic stars and ship!
Not here climbing the popularity tree.
Nor in contests will you find him.
No, most infrequently.
A most loving man, this poet be.
A master to learn much from, on
subjects, very deep.
I salute this poet, he knows life and has
overcome strife.
He wears a crown of poetic knowledge!
If only with such brilliance I could
pen!
Just grateful and very humbled,
To have him as my friend.
With appreciation and respect,
Panagiota Romios
Categories:
infrequently, poets, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
I am
a period. When you see me it means
a full stop. A break for
the reader.
The end of the sentence.
I end your story. Sometimes not soon
enough.
Sometimes I am not found for
long stretches of time. I am hiding it seems.
Good sentence structure
brings me acceptable in the world.
I like that.
When I am used correctly. Oops.
Not in intervals durations infrequently
or repeatedly and wherever and whenever.
Often I go where I do not
belong just because I can.
I am not pretty
like a exclamation mark
or a semi-colon or even the lovely
question mark no I am just a dot.
But I am demanding. ClOSE the door.
or I can be polite. Please close the door.
So this is my story.
I am
a period. When you see me it means
a full stop. A break for
the reader.
The end of a sentence.
And in ending always remember to
wrap it up with me.
The end.
______________________________
September 8, 2015
Free Verse - Personification
For the contest, Punctuation Personified, sponsor, Debbie Guzzi
9th Place
Categories:
infrequently, writing,
Form:
Free verse
A glistening cobweb, on an old timber gate
Rainbows reside in each drop of morns dew.
Thin strands of white mist in the sun dissipate
A scurrying mouse, weaving through the fescue.
Black and white offspring of a paradise duck
Fronds of a fern beckon new life in their curl
Bees seeking sweetness into bright blooms do tuck
While a gecko peeks out and departs in a twirl.
Rata flowers explode with vibrant red lines
While fantails flush insects with spirited style.
Tangles of foliage making balanced designs
Stopping and watching this instant worthwhile.
Gone the hustle and bustle of rushing around
Enjoying the pleasure of simple wonders to see.
Never invisible these sights that are drowned
Yet infrequently treasured by both you and me.
Categories:
infrequently, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
A scarlet tanager sits primly on the rail
Of the new fence erected near the meadow,
He eyes me stroll as I take in every detail
The path to the woodland is rather narrow,
Infrequently used, it is rapidly overgrowing
I am brushing against the yellow yarrow,
As hottest of summer is fast approaching
The meadowland has nary a cooling shadow.
Happily, I note the salt lick has disappeared
I hope its purposes were well-intentioned,
Certainly not as the hunter’s ploy, I feared
In a previous post, I am sure I mentioned.
I feel the coolness of the pleasant breeze
As I approach the edge of the tree line
Where meadow gives way to aspen trees,
And further on, a stand of taller pine.
I shall follow the trail through the wood
To the river which I can faintly hear, ahead
Where I saw a huge buck in full manhood,
And I have seen signs of where he bed.
It is a good two-mile hike, not exhausting
But I stop to examine new growth along
And for moments to reflect, I am pausing,
I’m encouraged by the tanager’s song.
Written June 18, 2022
Categories:
infrequently, bird, nature, tree,
Form:
Quatrain
Bartholomew Barton; his friends called him Barty
Eighteen years old but no birthday party
Slumped in the mud, a gunshot to the shoulder
But unlike his comrades at least he’d get older
Tyrannical forces sought world domination
And Barty had marched with his mates for his nation
They gave him some medals for some of his actions
They don’t stop him flinching at noisy distractions
Those heroic deeds he did when he was able
His medals he'd sold to put food on the table
Brought him a pension that won’t pay the rent
With callers demanding the money they’d lent
One day the council demanded his key
And food graced his table now infrequently
But ‘table’ is merely an old cardboard box
And food is a bin-find he shares with a fox
He could do a D-Day and steal a small boat
And hit a Kent beach in his moth-eaten coat
But the taxes he’s paid since his battlefield hell
Do not seem to warrant a four star hotel
So thanks for your effort Bartholomew Barton
It’s qualified you for a pine veneer carton
You gave us your all to give us our today
Then too many governments turned you away
The question is now would you do it again
As you sleep under cardboard in torrential rain
For fighting a war for a brighter new day
Should not mean that home is a dank alleyway
Categories:
infrequently, appreciation, betrayal, hero, thank
Form:
Rhyme
Cold shower today - (early afternoon)
September eighth two thousand
and nineteen more challenging than June
dog days of summer test tolerance
to feel alive and bark at the moon
hypothetically imagining myself
alone in the (suburban) wilderness
fabricating, envisioning crossing pontoon
bridge while humming nonsense tune.
Jolt to body electric induces zing
unlike missus who cannot wing
subjecting her sensitive skin
versus modest bragging
rights of this faux king
please pas din me boasting,
but perhaps explanation
I shower without hot water
linkedin to aging.
Which (no matter cumulative
chronological orbitz around sun
just a number), the fleeting
passage of years doth stun
more so forces me to assess
mein kampf, retrospective
devoid of nothing merit but pun
hushing disappointment plus
self deprivation of fun.
Alas within narrowly
circumscribed realm stale
stagnation doth prevail,
I easily overwhelm
courtesy panic attacks of this male
bred avoidance behavior
(cue Pavlov's dog) hearty and hale
trained to withdraw
from challenging tasks
markedly pronounced when fail
my middle name,
where besieged psyche doth ail.
Fatherhood, albeit necessitated taking ace
sip of courage, sometimes
adept to chase
fear of unfamiliar, though
never totally erase
sing passive behavior
I attest infrequently to face
anxiety inducing situations
poise zenned clowns
feign amazing grace
me convulsing with intimidation
agitating, flinching, recoiling...
retreating into isolated place
while profuse sweat drips
from every porous space
heart beat does madly race
despite absence of any threat
exhaustion spent without
factual, logical, rational... trace.
Time and again work fraught
self into lather for naught
recurring soap opera taught
me impossible mission
to rinse figurative suds
unlike showering/washing hair,
whereby cleansing wrought.
Categories:
infrequently, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
I do not hear you with my brain
which cannot kick in
unless my heart jumpstarts her
and my heart is not hearing you
Brain does not comprehend until the soul yells “yes”
this happens infrequently.
there is no rhyme or method to it.
it is not a planned event.
I can read two hundred poems
without hearing you because Brain is sleeping.
dreaming of other worlds, imagining her next poem
then BAM!
Someone's words cause my soul to do a wild Watusi dance.
suddenly the heart and the mind tango.
we shimmer, shake and slide, brain, mind and soul.
we finally hear you and see you clearly.
Categories:
infrequently, heart,
Form:
Free verse
There is a small group of poets I come across sometimes
who write in a very lucid and vividly concrete style which totally enchants
me because, unlike myself, they seem to do it effortlessly. They also
use images that are so unique, I can barely manage to think up
such unusual figurative language. For that reason, I made up the word "Imaginist."
One such poet who wrote in this style was Sondra Ball (recently deceased)
who published the successful ezine, Autumn Leaves. Although this poem of mine
could refer to other poets I admire here at Soup as well, I dedicate it to her.
It's not an easy thing for me-
that which you do with mind and
matter ( paper; ink).
How the world so differently you see.
You startle senses with your
imagery.
Oh, were it so I too could seize
a moment;
throw it back to you
new (and incredibly concrete).
I think that would be indeed sweet.
God gifted you this thing–
this creativity,
and yes, you use it well,
in fact, beautifully.
Though what you do
day in and day out
may only come to me
infrequently,
I will plod along,
my words
to tout (or to flout)
what life is all about.
For you . . .
who fails to hesitate,
Time hasn't long to wait.
Pen in hand, do continue
to, most fruitful one,
proliferate.
For Amy Green's Contest: Wow Me With Inspiration
And now for PD's the free verse (old/new)Poetry Contest
Categories:
infrequently, inspirational, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
from "To My Wife":
So love by love we come at last,
As through the exclusions of a rhyme,
Or the exactions of a past,
To the simplicity of time,
The antiquity of grace, where yet
We live in terror and delight
With love as quiet as regret
And love like anger in the night.
----- J. V. Cunningham
We meet infrequently --
sometimes every other week --
because we have in common
a curious thing: we write.
But, more than that, we think.
We feel; we do not judge
for condemnation, but
as a process of selection.
We speak as though
we understand that flash
of insight that can end
our speech in sudden chill
and labored breath --
a sporadic thrill we value
for its rarity when seeing,
or producing, something worthy
but not wordy.
Categories:
infrequently, appreciation, art, beauty, creation,
Form:
Free verse
A solitary man was he
who shunned responsibility
and crawled back to his empty shell,
he thought himself alive and well.
He spurned an opportunity
for love in perpetuity,
instead his nervousness took hold,
he lost the yearning to be bold.
As weeks went by he grew, imbued
with loneliness and solitude,
but not with laughter or the joy
he well remembered as a boy.
He grew morose, and disinclined
to mix with others of his kind,
he shut himself away with books,
avoiding disapproving looks.
Perhaps one day he'll realize
commitment is a larger prize,
that the way to win a heart
is not to run, to be apart.
He hopes that day is dawning soon,
but, perhaps, it's like the blue moon
waiting for its time to rise
so infrequently before his eyes.
Categories:
infrequently, sad,
Form:
Verse
She waded through the dreams as she drank her coffee.
Always speaking of the past and her lost memories.
She was fine as frog hair and fleetingly thought of a time when it mattered.
Her old man had died of a broken heart in one of those.
She loved him and she loved those days but was left with his brake.
She lifted each one and slowly remembered and the love.
What shall I eat as if it counted?
She didn't wish to move on and she tried to embrace.
The woman climbed and the thought separated and died.
Have to keep on, for the moving made it all leave.
But those whiskers burned and waking she called for him.
And realized it was just a dream and the whiskers burning.
Mr Johnson was nudging her as she reached for the old man.
Mr Johnson lived there or she lived with him.
It all was so confusing and he was a clean freak.
Always grooming himself and a cough to get the hair up.
Mr Johnson had a pair when young but she had him fixed.
Why did he shave so infrequently going back to sleep.
I wish he shaved regularly and she hoped he would in the night.
Hoping for the burn she lowered herself back to the pillow.....
*****cat Johnson is my cat that when my wife and i separated she took him back to Italy with her.. Momma said his name was troppo loungo {too long} so she changed it to Mr Johnson...
Categories:
infrequently, animals, devotion, funny, old,
Form:
Free verse
A donkey carried Mary and her unborn child to Bethlehem
Joseph sturdily led the way on foot it has been penned
The donkey proved a faithful friend to Joseph and Mary
It got them to where they had to be on time and safely
The Democratic Party’s donkey logo was picked to demonstrate
How staunch democratic members normally operate
Taking deliberate moves on behalf of its constituency
Sacrificing speed for cautious concern and dependability
Donkeys are known to be stubborn and may refuse to budge
Like indecisive Democrats inclined to delay and misjudge
I applaud the Democratic Party’s’ efforts to serve so diligently
Its donkey logo fits their political and historical identity
After all, if the donkey was good enough for Joseph and Mary
How can I disagree, a Democratic sinner who prays infrequently?
Categories:
infrequently, humor, political,
Form:
Rhyme
A warm day
Escaping the heat and noise of the City
We went upcountry
Crowded car
Loud radio
Joyous noise
Open conversation
Following a long line of other cars
On a narrow highway
We, and like minded strangers
Travelling in an impromptu caravan.
Parked in a gravel lot
Slate blue stones crunching under our feet
Getting out of the car
We stretch
As a mother lets her child feel her stomach
For the unborn safe in her womb
Seeing a well worn path up ahead
We follow its gentle curve
Walking into a forest of deep green
Leaving soft footprints in the grass
Children running up ahead
Seemingly lost among the tress
Their laughter echoing in the freshness of nature’s home.
The day was beautiful
The kind that you wish would never end
We spoke as we walked
Shared news with one another
Dream, ambitions and yes even some complaints
Wistfully we knew that good days
Like good friends come infrequently
Lingering, we look ahead
Past the soft billowy clouds
Searching the sky
For reminders of what we are
And who we are.
Categories:
infrequently, life,
Form:
Narrative
The Bill of Rights was ratified
by citizens in these states,
But, see, now there is a problem
Today, it’s the world we face.
There are ten things Gov. cannot do,
They are spelled out for everyone.
For now, these rights are set in stone.
Let’s review them, one by one.
The right to worship where you dare
is the Number One protection.
Arab, Jew or the Satanist;
Free from undo persecution.
But when their Gods tell them to kill
we will hunt the sinners down.
We’ll even fight in foreign lands
and bomb them into the ground.
It also says to speak your mind!
It was next on Jefferson’s slate.
But, please, don’t utter the wrong words,
No obscenities from your crate.
Burn a flag and we don’t care,
The Supreme Court said one day.
Even fools deserve a voice.
But, in schools, you cannot pray.
Freedom of press is mighty nice
Till Paparazzi track you down.
How does the First Amendment
Let them treat you like a clown?
If the press is wrong, you can sue
But infrequently will you win.
The Courts have said, time and again,
Their mistakes we will pardon.
The right to gather we do have.
Thank the Gods they put this in.
Just make the choice of time and place
And let the world see you win.
Protest someone’s execution,
Say CNN and Fox News,
We will ask you stupid questions
And take shots from different views.
Right to Bare Arms is Number Two
NRA says that’s a FACT now.
Our founding fathers never saw
An SMG shot at a cow.
If they had, I truly think,
They’d be completely horrified.
A change of minds you’d see so fast,
‘less, of course, they’re petrified.
Militia is a good idea.
Let’s secure the federation.
Please don’t shoot the officers
When they come for regulation.
You’ll only see the FBI
If you buy weapons banned,
Or if you brainwash members
To take poison from your hand.
Number Three? No GIs in home:
Not at peace, nor if at war.
Unless the Houses pass a law
Proposed by a senator.
But even with that stupid law
We will ask before we do.
Forefathers said we surely must
Just don’t expect us to pay you.
Categories:
infrequently, confusion, funny, history, introspection,
Form:
Free verse