Best Lists Poems

I pick up my notepad and find a sharp pencil
(Hope any comments won’t be too detrimental)
 
I scan the contest themes and hope I’m inspired
I’ll enter an old poem if I’m just too darn tired
 
I post my ‘best effort’ and hope that I win...

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Joy! Joy! of all the honors I have earned
In a lifetime of trysts, mazes, and twists
None have I so much relished, indeed,
As topping one of Poetry Soup’s lists!

I only wish they would send a certificate
I feel like my soul would be duly kissed,
My head swells...

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List one: climb up to Machu Picchu,
ride the Orient Express,
see the Terracotta Warriors,
find a monster in Loch Ness,
brave the winds of Patagonia,
hike along an Everest ridge,
visit Paul Gaugin’s Tahiti,
stand on Sydney Harbour Bridge,
stroll round Angkor Wat, Cambodia,
cross the Alps in a balloon,
gaze in awe at...

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There have been many times in my life
when I heard about hit lists (kill lists so to speak).
Sometimes these death threats against others
even make it onto international news.
I’m reminded of the prize-winning author ,
a certain Sir Salmon Rushdie in the late 80’s
who received a death...

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*(a poem in Senryus)*

You don’t have to count,
when you lose a boyfriend, you
know. There was just one.

He was gone before
I knew it - he wasn’t, you know,
tied up or anything.

For a moment I
toy with saying, “Alexa, add
rope to my shopping list."

In High School boyfriends 
come...

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A book of lists
is what I need
to absolve Earth's Tribes
of rampant greed.

Before and after lists,
being and becoming fists,
masculine and feminist mutual mentoring trists
of transliterative transubstantiation.

I would like to hug
a warm and fuzzy theology
with prophetic philosophical appeal
to aesthetic reasons and tastes
that both hunters and gatherers
might sing...

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Lady of the Lists
By Robert (Bob) Moore

The Lady of the Lists, that’s what I call my Wife
not that she would swing a Sword, or use a Lance or Knife
she writes lists, all day long, for shopping, and things to do
crosses them off when they are...

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Guilty party Alcohol companies
and those responsible for that product being targeted 
to the youth
put my name
in your will

I don't care if you make it a metaphor for a prayer
in the amounts that you leave me
and the message you leave me
with the way you care to...

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Things I Almost Always Daily Do

1. Wake up on time; don’t be a sleepy head.
2. Grab the food I’ll eat at work (unless it is a stay-home day)
3. Clean the litter box; make sure the cats are fed.
4. Get dressed; do chores and don’t forget...

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When inviting some folks to your home,
Over guest lists you really should comb,
Crossing out those whose views
Have made waves in the news
Or you might end up here in a poem.

So a bigot or one filled with hate,
Should not find his name card on a plate,
Though,...

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My vacation prep consists
Of checking items off my lists.
Toiletries and extra socks?
One more pair of shoes, sans box.

Make-up? Check! A book to read?
More clothing than I really need.
An umbrella? Meds and snacks?
Passport? Chargers? (Can’t relax!)

Bills paid up and cards all sent?
Nothing left to thus lament.
Pencil...

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I suppose the usual suspects, 
should fill up this poem,
City of lights, ancient pyramids, 
colosseum in Rome,
To be honest I seen all these places, 
sitting playing the slots,
Yeah we’re talking Vegas baby, 
sin city, I’ve given it a shot,

Been up the Eiffel Tower, 
Bellagio fountains...

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My list of domestic chores
vocations
avocations
I no longer wish to know and do
grows longer with each advancing year.

And, because I live with no one
capable and willing to work with me,
side by side,
or even in alternating shifts
and loads
and harvests
and plantings,
it is difficult to grow experientially sure
my motivation...

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I sit here cursing at Herman Hollerith,
and his foolish punch card machine,
trying to make base-2 make sense in a base-10 world.  

Now I can add and subtract as well as any man,
But peeking where I poked is really a hard call, 
much harder than...

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Potpourri of collections
Hug of affections

Season of winters
Track of sprinters

Road of cars 
Street of bars

Pad of flies
Pod of eyes

Tin of sardines
Western of jeans

View of lens
Peck of hens

Pulpit of preachers
Lesson of teachers

Smack of bottoms
Perfume of blossoms

Fist of thugs
Bed of bugs

Table of logs
Circle of cogs

Score of musicians
Face of...

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