Best Jocose Poems
Almost always, as additional allurements arrive, ask as a Being...
By better borne behests become best Causes ?
Can causes create concise concepts Diligently ?
Do doers do decidedly dumb doldrums Ever ?
Each eek echoes egotistical efforts enduring Familiarity...
Faith fathers forgiveness for flaunting fabled Gifts.
Gasps give great grief, growing gruesome Hatreds...
Hasn't humanity had hurt hearts hung Innocently ?
Is insistence in increasing irritation inevitably incongruous Justice ?
Jimson jars...jitters...joggles...jolts...just jocose jurisprudence' Knell.
Kerfuffle kin, kickshaw kept ken, kindly knaves kneading Lamentations...
Leaving love's loaves, lordly lotharios, looking like lowlifes Made.
Marking more madmen mere moronic monsters meting mayhem Nearby.
Now, not never, nab needed nerves, nurture nasturtium near Openness !
Once only one, ordained our ostracism, outrage outdone on overwrought Plight.
Perhaps pride precludes passable patience, posing portentous prolapse Quickly !
Quiet quandaries, quarrelsome qualms, quivering quixotic quirks Resplendent...
Reaching relapse, revolving recidivism, reconstructed reflective reform Seen !
Searching secretive states, seemingly simple, sincere serenity sought Through...
Tender tears, touching together to total tympanic transformation Unjust.
Unique union...unimportant, unbending, unpopular, unless universal Veracity !
Verbose verbalism, vertical vignettes verify vital victory Won.
When written with wit...watershed words work wonderful Xerography !
Xyloid xylography, xeroxed xeno X, Yet...
Yesterday's youth, yowled yummy young yips Zanily !
Zeitgeist, zombie zealots zapping zonked zingers...Away !!
JOY and JINKS
Jolly jocund jubilant Jack Frost wearing thick jacket
joyfully jumped sharp on snow losing jade-locket
Jolted backward by snowstorm yet looked jovial.
Jeered on a jetty jackal rushing from jungle, not trivial.
Junior Jack in jean- jersey with sister Jill Joined to skate.
Jim Jogged, carrying jars of jam, jelly, jaggery in basket.
Jingle bells ringing, Jack jigging, drinking juice from jug.
Joe, friend of Jack drove jerking jeep, met Jack, gave hug.
John, a Joker cum juggler catching and throwing snowballs
Jupiter-Juno both jocose junketing under heavy snowfall.
Jewel thief Jacob fell on snow, picked the lost jade-stone.
Javelins- throw on snowy field managed by Jacqueline alone.
12/17/20
Second Place
Alliteration Contest by Eve Roper
Second Place
Podium Placing Promise (6) Contest by Brian Strand.
Jollity lifts spirits.
Joshing’s great. Let’s hear it!
Jocose friends who, with wit,
jazz things up are a hit!
Jabs can be unnerving;
jibes can be self-serving.
Jesting must be gentle.
March 4, 2017
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Burst it did
from our pits
through our lips
winters frozen breath
We giggled
of our jocose dreams laid
bare
and our frozen breath
met when we laughed in
earnest at the word bare
We cackled in that dinghy
crossing stories
mine or his
with or without
curls below
Of course my story made
his frozen breath
a crystal dome
Crystal-red-coloured rose pouring sweet scent into my nose;
That’s what you are, and more, my sweet muse.
The other night, vivid dreams of you I had
That made sleep feel like divine love:
You and me in a flowered prairie, with bright clothes.
I saw the bright sunlight jive alive in your black diamond eyes most true
That married your smile, as you told me you were glad
To be with me, smelling flowers and watching doves.
I was so glad! I can still feel how my heartbeat rose
When you told true tales of love as you’re used
To doing, with your hands in mine, your soft palms.
How much more can I thank the Orchestra above?
For this scene is all I’d have wanted, like exquisite prose.
From time to time, I’d look at you from behind (you’d excuse
Me!) and have nothing to add to the perfection you clad
And still do in reality! Perfect curves painted silken mauve!
I’s about to end the distance between our lips when I arose
Most sad to find all that was but a dream.
I’d have gladly gone back to the dream
But reality is worth a thousand dreams; so I left home
To meet the object of my every joyful prose
On this valentine morning so jocose.
(c) Nyonglema
History will judge me I'm finally told,
when greatness will be mine to behold;
this naked truth has always reflected my intent...
nobody has ever been able to muzzle any sentiment.
Negative criticism can't eat away my spontaneous creativity,
and diminish this inwardly intricacy;
and if irascibility seems irrepressible...
no irony is found in relevant words that are totally irrefutable.
History will judge me for my free will,
examining my morals and authenticity,
and by its own standard, acclaim me as they will...
even for my fluent and expressive verses of sincerity.
Belying is not the mendacious creed I profess,
intolerant of inequality, inflamed by fairness...
expelling deeds of duplicity that impinge on truthfulness;
and the imbecile, like the scoundrel, still practices insolence.
History will judge me for my temperament: sad, jaunty,
jolly, jocose, comical, querulous, lonesome and moody;
and should it immortalize me among its chosen literati...
this honor I will accept with acclamation and dignity.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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On white face of mirth, a joyance beguile
fooling around, in a paint smeared smile.
A yellow messy wig, dangling over head,
grinning beneath a nose, fake plastic red.
A weird costume, hands of fate designed,
in ludicrous comic role, normal life denied.
Punchline of nasty joke, crowds go all nuts,
but buried deep within, pain of unseen cuts.
Jocose of a jester, his balls of hope juggle,
making two ends meet, it's about struggle.
A mime layer of mask, hides a serious clown,
trapeze rises up, and a sky turns upside down.
Scattered stars descend , to a vastness of abyss,
he returns dancing, his flamboyant delirious bliss.
7th March 2020
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
Contest Name Clown at the Abyss
Some folks think they get vote to distinguish the friends
who’ll be theirs till life ends, but it’s rare their vote’s close!
Or perhaps Love’s jocose and Love’s name, [sic] “I AM,”
is a lie or a scam? GOD’s too big to take in?
What’s unseen is more kin than most mortals can grok.
Our best thoughts (mark like chalk, aren’t gold tablets some prize)
fade like shadows of lies that Light’s absence erase.
Get God authors what Grace is, most needs close at hand.
Seek love’s promise. Demand love be yours (rock life’s boat)!
I love best friends I love with no ‘ask.’ Let them change
(in God’s will?)! I arrange my affairs, would be there
for them, living to share, that my purpose might serve
their success! Should I swerve from this goal? Should ‘devout’
will to humbly stand out of light all need to grow?
It’s in faith that I ‘know’ God’s Creation’s our breath
from our birth till our death, and so brush pain aside
for its lessons provide gain to all. Should love hurt
those it helps (or share shirt off back) push comes to shove?
Long Tooth
December 19th in 2021
Jasmine ( Pleiades )
Jam packed with sweet pollen
Jostling with rival plants,
Jocular in Summer
January bare though
Jazzy and beautiful,
Jocose nasal senses
Joyous wonderful plant.
Jesters jokers juggle
Jink joke as journeyman
Jag up one jocose notch
Jougs jesserants judder
Jussive jokes demand the
Jutty jailors’ justice
Juxtapose jolterheads
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FRIENDSHIP is my second LIFE
FRIENDSHIP is my second CHANCE
FRIENDSHIP is my second REASON
FRIENDSHIP is my second LOVE!
" FRIENDSHIP "
- full of blissful memoirs
that'll never leave in my being
- full of unbearable enigmas
but one in facing every single dilemma
- full of countless driblets of tears
but is inescapable
- full of jocose stories
that will never be forget
- full of affection and caress
but will now never be brought up again LIKE BEFORE...
Now, I've LEARNED a lot from our past
LESSONS that will never be taught in a four-cornered room.
Remember:
" In LIFE there's no space for ENDLESSNESS.
There's no space for INFINITY and PERPETUITY.
LEARN how to EASE your carriage in your ARMS
BY LETTING GO when it's already the right time.
We will never be the same like BEFORE. "
- TRUST AND FRIENDSHIP HAVE BEEN RUINED- NEVER BE PERFECT AGAIN.
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*** "THE RIGHT TIME" Contest
-----JUN-JUN VILLANUEVA
There he stood with his painted face;
All focused on the bright colours that he wore.
No one saw his eyes (they were out of place),
Why should they? That's not what they had paid to see.
It was his jolliness that they chose to embrace.
His eyes, though, he could not over paint.
He could only shade around them in order to deceive ~
Nor gloss over them to conceal that troubled taint...
Eyes which contrasted 'gainst a huge red smiling mouth ~
Sad eyes... happy jocose smile... how quaint!
Children laugh, they think he's hilarious fun
(And so he is when you view him from their aspect).
Grown-ups laugh too, when all is said and done;
They won't know what puzzles are under his hat...
'notalot' ~ if you'll pardon the pun.
I'm not funny, you see, such as is he;
He can recount a million gags by heart,
Ask anyone! if you don't agree ~ with me.
Where he stores them is anyone's guess ~
Maybe neath under the spreading chestnut tree?
He has no folks; he has no wife;
He doesn't even have a name of his own.
He has no fulfilment, only strife,
All that he possesses is his own reflection.
(He has no family.. has no wife.... he has no children.. has no life!).
Today it rained (he's not to blame)
Teemed cats and dogs, so no one came.
He couldn't laugh ~ he tried and tried...
So he, the clown, just cried and cried.
For him quirky incidents are not very new,
Being adept seasoned butler for years a few;
Dead fly in the chicken curry they bluntly cry,
While gladly consume entire pork and mutton fry...!
My ballet missing! A lousy one loudly yells,
Must be the butler, the other so firmly tells;
All hell breaks out; like high hills, heap many a doubt,
Hullabaloo! In his air-bag they find it out!
Salt more for one; less for other; butler is called,
He separates the dishes; Hassle over-hauled;
Sizzler or cool cucumber; grievance goes the same,
Harassing the butler has been the supreme aim...!
It's, now, the duke's wife's fallen-tower-like collapse,
Food poison! Call the butler! Scrutinize the lapse!
Depressed wife, they found, had taken sedative-dose,
Butler's life, thus, often in doubts, turns grave jocose...!
22 July 2022
If you had one year of love,
and then you had to say adios,
should you be glad or morose?
Sure, if it ends, it’s not what I’d hoped,
we just weren’t destined to be betrothed.
We had fun, we were close and jocose,
we snogged until we practically choked,
and we did ALL the fun things that were gross,
but our forte was that we felt safe, I suppose.
Now, I’m not saying it’s over, but I tend to diagnose things
and while I wouldn’t say that we love overdosed,
I would guess that we’ve shared more love than most.
They say when mind and heart are at war
It's tough to decide whose side you are
Which one blooming truth of what you are
you ended up taking the side of any one of all
Your soul, alas or jocose but gratified at last
What chaos when mind and heart are opposed
when Both draff upholds issues at all to resolve
The issues that ruffle and muddle thy soul
Soul bid mind and heart to calm all the chaos
But, both respond matter out of their spell of charm
The soul now roves a lot to get issues resolved
When the mind and heart stop working at all soul
Stand at the seashore as an epitome of chaos
Questioning its other halves and the God
Whom should it call to open its heart n scars?
Says alas over issues that never get solved
Alas! Alas! Alas!