Best Licence Poems
I’ve renewed my poetic licence
Just hope it won’t ever expire
Poetry has become a bit of an addiction
My words can be fact or they could be fiction
But I plan to keep on writing quite a bit
Even if you think my poems are a heap of rubbish!*
* Can't think of a suitable rhyming word :-)
4th January 2016
Categories:
licence, humorous, me, poetry,
Form:
Couplet
Poetic Licence
I've been granted my Poetic Licence,
Which allows me to write as I find.
Exaggeration here, embellishment there,
A free spirited open mind.
With vivid inspired imagination,
I see clearly the world around me,
Never letting the truth spoil a good story,
My pen writing the things I see.
As I look from my bedroom window,
An apartment in an industrial town.
Wildebeest migrate to the Serengeti,
Silhouette of Giraffe, as the sun goes down.
Fishing boats come to safe harbour,
Greedy Seagulls stealing their cargo.
The full Moon appears over the horizon,
Illuminates the seascape all aglow.
Stonehenge is in the far distance,
A Spiritual place of ancient times.
Eagles and Red Kites soar up above,
I’ve added this line because it rhymes.
Camels roam the hot dusty Desert,
Tribesmen take fine goods to trade.
Crocodiles in Wetlands, South Florida
At home in their tropical Everglade.
Bluebells are singing in the Meadow,
Tulips and Daffodils harmonise.
How wonderful, thoughts so inventive,
A world seen through imaginative eyes.
Categories:
licence, adventure, animal, imagination, symbolism,
Form:
Rhyme
Nothing is worse than badly rhyming verse
Or poems so obscure that no one can read
Sadly, after investigating some dreadful examples
Writing poetry is now banned - the police have decreed!
So writing poetry is now illegal
I’m bereft I’ll just sit down and cry
If I can’t dip my pen in the ink
I’ll simply fade away and die
I’ve decided to produce a ‘poetic licence’
Forbidden poets could then apply
The licence could only be used
On days of the week that end with a Y!
Poets found writing without a licence
Could be condemned to the dead poet’s society
Their illegal poems would be locked in a vault
And this would add to the poet’s notoriety
Of course I would have the final say
On poetry licences to be sent out
People caught plagerising would be banned
They won’t be accepted no matter how loudly they shout!
Contest Unshackle my Verse
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
03~25~17
Categories:
licence, humorous, poetry, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
I have an admission to make,
I feel I'm a poetic fake.
I write only in rhyme
and in most every line
poeterick license I take!
I also spend time having fun,
this seriously is overdone.
In enjoying the ride
I have fun on the side
though quite often I fall on my bum!
The moral of this is quite clear
though most will consider me *****,
I give not a damn
for I am who I am
and please most when I disappear!
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
licence, introspection, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
I wasn't very careful driving my pen
My poetic licence has been revoked
I guess I didn't follow all the poetic rules
So my licence has gone up in smoke
Here I am now forced to travel
Without my trusty pen in hand
Left to walk on lonely beaches
Writing my words in the sand
Don't follow in my footsteps
Let them all be washed away
I sure miss that poetic licence
I hope to get it back someday
Once reunited with my trusty pen
I will be careful to follow the rules
Pens are not made for lesser men
Sometimes they are used by fools
Russell's Poetry about Poetry Contest
Categories:
licence, funny, poetry,
Form:
Quatrain
A poets prerogative, poetic licence
It has to be said in whispered silence.
To misspell a word to make it rhyme.
You know some do it to end a line.
Its poetic licence, like a rapids dimple.
Whirlpool, avoid, like a simple pimple.
Ere you could get sucked in so deep.
Poetic licence, that’s all, don’t freak.
Playing with words too, a poetic trait.
Fun and sad, play or work, love or hate.
Chase all your dreams, don’t just follow,
Live one's life, like there is no tomorrow.
Poetic licence used to express the truth
A poets prerogative their words forsooth
What form their poems, their prerogative
Rest assured their heart they will give
Their true feelings, their souls exposed
Inspirations, life, into poems composed
In desperation, an attempt to enlighten
To make life easier, not at all to frighten
For oft poets see the way life is going
They write in hope, their words cajoling
Persuading wrongdoers to make good
Ere their culture, from whatever hood
They know the world is suffering badly
Their governments don’t care, well hardly
We’ve begged for all wars to decease
Oh how we’ve tried to peace unleash
As a fellow poet, I appeal to poets all
To make people aware the world will fall
Use our poetic licence to convince all folk
Pollution, climate warnings real, no joke.
Categories:
licence, poetry, poets, pollution, war,
Form:
Free verse
Li Po, the Wanderer
Was appointed Court Poet
Yet left again in haste,
Preferring the bright noise of a waterfall
To the white noise of courtesans and kings.
Categories:
licence, history, life, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
A
struggle-
to escape
the fetters of
life.
Categories:
licence, art, life, music, on
Form:
Epigram
Play with word pun in flow and fun;
Opt to fling thought in lines that rhyme;
Etch a fond run in rain and sun;
Taut and loose plot that stretch each chime;
Ink flow and feel with love that lives;
Charm hurls to heal pulse that now gives.
Line by line seek to stretch wordplay;
Image funds say as ideas show;
Choice strives to peak feelings that stay;
Embrace fine sway in words that glow;
Note treat or treat in rhymes that pay;
Claim a sure voice as poetic flush;
Endow word poise and hurl your brush.
Love funds passion as passage wings;
Offer to thrill the words that come;
Invoke action in thought that flings;
Trust your goodwill to simply sum;
Embrace function as words can sing;
Reap a new score as textures forge;
See life galore in feel and gorge.
Why must you write in strenuous style?
Apply your zest in wordplay quest;
Intuit and cite bold feel and wiles;
The path you test in rhymes laid best;
Indulge each bite with unique smiles;
New play and pun decide intent;
Glimpse the long run with deep content.
Frame your true voice with words that tell;
Observe each choice as feel that dwells;
Reach with clear poise the song you sell.
Yield to sure light the journey clear;
Observe fond sights that mimes good cheer;
Urge prompts your flight to conquer fear.
Notice the surge that makes you write;
Once fragrant urge sparks brand new bite;
Word concrete purge in poetic cite.
Leon Enriquez
07 May 2014
Singapore
Categories:
licence, writing,
Form:
Acrostic
Our impulses does civilisation set out to control
Regulation rules.
Let slip society's commandments
And the feral runs riot.
Between the rational and the visceral
There is a constant struggle
Identified so starkly in The Heart Of Darkness
Where unmoored from the diktats of custom
Kurtz his moral compass loses.
This same lesson does Lord Of The Flies
Try to inculcate
And the horrors of tribalism
Does indicate
With sadistic cruelty
Buttressed by the strength of power
Today the internet with all its temptations
Anonymity,images of perversion
And the hubris of the individual
The shackles of constraint sunders
To drive the individual
To explore
The dark side of human nature.
It is a deeper belief
That within one must reside
A bulwark to throw up
Against the rising tide
To hold back
The wrecking waves
Imperilling
What the Good Lord set out to save.
Categories:
licence, evil, god, religion,
Form:
Free verse
New driving license
Going to the doctor make me nervous
I was renewing my driving license and feared they would say
no, you are too old and have many illnesses.
It was not so bad
I had to read the letters from a chart on the wall
the doc whispered something I had to repeat, And that was all.
Except I can´t drive faster than 90, that was no problem. as
I'm a slow driver at the best of times.
If stopped by the police, I will ask them for their tattoos a new rule today is that police have a tattoo that can be construed
as being of a racist nature( one wonders if this also include
naked women) have six months to remove them.
I have in my life at sea, never had a tattoo done this is because I'm not too fond of needles.
Now that I have diabetes, I use a needle every morning one gets used to what one dislikes.
We live at a time when everyone takes offence for bagatelles,
like throwing statues into the sea, it will not erase history which
when all is said is not flattering for the white man, if we keep
a narrow historical view on these things.
Categories:
licence, angst, anti bullying, confidence,
Form:
Blank verse
The
city
spoilt the view-
so he left it
out
Ekphrasis lanterne -Marinique Landscape by Paul Gaugin
Categories:
licence, art, people,
Form:
Lanterne
To renew my driver's licence at this ripe old age
Need some distractions, “Hey look at the fuel gauge!”
“Almost outta gas!!!
Did you see that ass?
How's the wife and kids? Have you ever been raped”???
Categories:
licence, car,
Form:
Limerick
Going for a driver's test next week
It's a written test, the rules of the road they seek
If I don't know 'em by now
There's no hope no how
Should be a lifetime license when we're at our peak
Categories:
licence, humor,
Form:
Limerick
The biggest mockery of what couples have one other told,
Impressing a play acting, very bold
To conceal some sure, future bickering
From a supportive solemn gathering.
Spouses once dying to see each other’s nudity
Now abhor each other’s faces,
The other one an outright oddity
That looks a bit tolerable behind laces…
A time Satan proves himself more profound
Than his shallow critics could ever imagine,
Himself taking as duty-bound
To install between partners the widest margin.
It’s an interrupted journey on the marital highway,
A keeping of a connubial affair at bay:
A once blossoming cooperation
Giving way to life-long separation.
Divorce, the fullest licence gives to either party
To openly crush one’s lips against a new Sweetie’s,
Even with one’s Ex embarrassingly nearby;
An asking of “Hot Tears” to stand by.
Categories:
licence, anger, divorce, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme