Best Jerden Poems

She’s too titty to be a preacher.
She can’t even bead a rook.
A rental deceptionist?  Maybe.
At my teeth she once look a took.

As a wean clerker, she’ll never do.
I once caught her nicking her pose.
She doesn’t even hash her wands.
And she chews the tails off...

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If wealth is now your blessing,
what then was the prayer?
Avarice, its goal possessing,
yet in penury, despair.

I see them often in the store
eyes ahead, regard for none.
Against the classes, tacit war—
Modus Operandi: shun.

Vaunted compounds they do flout—
absent grasp of their chagrin—
for walls and gates that keep...

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The shell remains
picked clean by hungry vultures
ravenous with greed.
Gouged-out eyes
now bare hollow sockets
vacant in their stare.
Morsels of choice parts 
deftly stripped or torn away—
and gutted vitals, furtively devoured,
have filled the wanton needs 
of scavengers who shared the feast. 
The carcass rests 
flat on bony frame
supported...

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The day started badly as I had a bat flattery on my vodge diper

It was roaring with pain when I arrived at the par cark at the mall
Went to put my bopping in the shoot and I turned into a bowel feast
I’d had a blushing...

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Still Weeping

Original poem - Verse - June 8, 2013

Many came with flowers,
rainbows of roses and lilies,
solemn people came and went.

And then it was quiet,
the white snow fell upon me,
as I lay waiting in my eternal peace.

In a low voice father spoke,
with tears so fondly all...

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I once heard of a fisher Luciano,
  who sang bass as he played on his piano.
  Once he fished and cast his line
  by mistake hooked his behind
  since that day, when he plays he sings soprano.

  How many syllables.com
...

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Two autos both tried to have sex.
A pity they both were such wrecks!
With great apprehension,
One lost its suspension.
Old banger sex – oh so complex!


12~21~14
Contest: East Jesus
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
Checked using how many Syllables 8,8,6,6,8
~awarded 3rd place~...

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My daddy was a roughneck and he worked the oil patch.
He ate his eggs and biscuits that my mommy made from scratch.
Pies and cakes and everything from scratch was always made.
That was the best, the ladies said - the rule they all obeyed.

So I watched...

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Alliteration is awesome;
thanks to thee
it effortlessly erases evidence
of spoonerisms.

Spooky.



Written February 29th, 2016
For the Spoonerisms Contest hosted by Roy Jerden...

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Poetry Soup Hero's

Poets with golden ink and pens 
You make us move forward with your inspiration
With kind an honest, encouragement  and compliments 
Small act of caring all which has the potential to turn a life around

Peter Duggan
Vera Duggan
Michael Tor
Demetrios Trifiatis 
Broken Wings
Andrea Dietrich
Carrie Richards
nette...

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A gent from the South Scottish Isles
had terribly painful large piles
when he tried to sit down
he would grimace and frown
soft cushions he hoards in big piles!


syllable counter used 'how many syllables' 8,8,6,6,8
11~11~ 2014
poem revised for contest 18~11~14
Contest:Limericks Clean and Clever
Sponsor: Roy Jerden...

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Picture 1	the message is sent
		loud and clear to the four winds
		nobody listens

Picture 2	the whirlwind roars past
                leaving in its wake havoc
         ...

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Wilma cried, “We are going too slow!”
But poor Flintstone could no faster go.
Not because of a flat. 
No, for nothing like that.
It was just Fred had stubbed his big toe!

Written Nov. 14, 2014 
For the Limerick Clean and Clever Contest of Roy Jerden
Yabba Dabba DOO!!!!...

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*Hare Krishna, I am your devotee
I know and feel the pains of others
Keep me doing well to others
And let not ego or pride enter my mind.

Hare Krishna, as your devotee
Never speak ill of others
Disdain greed and avarice
Respect women as I respect my mother.

Hare Krishna, as...

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Jaina Dharma

Jaina Dharma, my divine path to Moksha or salvation
to achieve my soul’s ultimate liberation;
through self-effort, non-violence, non-absolutism, non-possessiveness,
renunciation, retrospection, introspection, serenity, and stillness.

I bow in veneration to those already liberated,
traveling on the prescribed paths Lord Jina advocated.
My soul deeply yearns to break through enslaving...

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