Best Mocker Poems
Overweight Terrier:
Porky
Yorkie
Un-cool Terrier:
Dorky
Yorkie
Spaniel dog breeder:
Cocker
Stocker
Parrot who mimics a Spaniel's bark:
Cocker
Mocker
Book on how to care for Cockers:
Spaniel
Manuel
Originally from England, a well-rounded Spaniel stays in shape by playing:
Cocker
Soccer
Then showers and dresses by its:
Cocker
Locker
Dachshund headgear:
Weenie
Beenie
Grouchy Dachshund:
Meany
Weenie
Proportionally, male Dachshunds have:
Teenie
Weenies
(But size isn't everything)
Dachshund making critcal life choices:
Eenie
Weenie...
Lassie was a level-headed dog and never engaged in:
Collie
Folly
Reared in a loving environnment, she was a rather:
Jolly
Collie
Bred in the capitol city of NC, making her a:
Raleigh
Collie
To commemorate her frequent (and often rowdy) visits to N.O. a streetcar was renamed the:
Collie
Trolley
Snoopy immigrated to the States but alas, was found not to be a:
Legal
Beagle
Thus he was deported back to England but was promptly knighted by the Queen becoming a:
Regal
Beagle
Now a celebrity, he even had an entourage of nubile young female beagles named:
Snoopy's
Groupies
Eventually, he met his soul mate, married her in Westminster Abbey and it is rumored that they engaged in numerous and somewhat kinky sessions of:
Snoopy
Whoopie
. Slammed by
Mother...President...Teacher...Poet...&...Form
A MOTHERS LOVE
Mother always called me a lousy kid, with a shove
I was the only kid she wanted to get rid of
On my head she always smacked me hard.
She would always slam me calling me a retard
My mother gave me the best slamming love.
((( my mother the best slammer there ever was)))
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WE ARE THE WORLD
Slam back at any country, at any given event
I feel bad for any so called President.
"WE THE PEOPLE" the Republic and the Democrat.
Slamming each other talking crap.
In a world full of slam and argument.
((( The world toughest fight is slam not war )))
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TEACHERS PET
Our teachers kept on and on how we where wrong with a fuzz.
She just stood there and slammed each and everyone of us.
Making us write an essay on broken rules.
Kept us all after school calling us stupid fools
Who knew teachers where allowed to slam and cuss?
((( Teachers words of slam can ruin any future )))
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ROAD BLOCK
Have you ever heard of a poet blocker.
All they are is a slam stocker
They over abuse their blocking right.
Trying to make other poets fight.
Always trying to slam a point across, like a mocker.
((( Hating against any form of poetry is a slam it self )))
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JUDGING CONTEST
Can you guess that slam is just a risky business
Picking out the best slam words from the rest.
Testing out a form we don't know how to let it flow.
Darn the soup for putting slam on the box below.
Even the best have join my slamming contest.
((( Thank you Soup for SLAMMING us with your A-Z list-form)))
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Tarnished or burnished, of late from the store.'
reflections of glimmers..a world, outside my door..'
At shards of perception, I squint and I peer."
through the air, my conception still.' much is unclear )
you blandly gaze cold , though re-sending suns rays
a friend without compunction? a mocker of age..
you dazzle the nations; or just one person at a time..'
a help to boxers, of't the ballet! & street artists 'in mime'
©Joe Maverick 6-12-2013
INSTRIDE
My voice is shallow and cannot be heard.
I see with refinement even in crepuscular.
Desultory are my thoughts unraveled,
But my spirit is fulfilled with exuberant joy.
I drag my feet in a halcyon way.
A visceral mocking and a cynical mocker I am.
The snoring, as I travel on feet, was sonorous.
Penumbra was beneath the trees.
An opulent within his aristocratic jealousy,
However, I do not speak of these things.
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Written January 28, 2016!
Dachshund headgear:
Weenie
Beenie
Frankfurter for a Dachshund:
Weenie
Weenie
Grouchy Dachshund:
Meany
Weenie
Un-cool Terrier:
Dorky
Yorkie
A Terrier who pigs out too often might become a:
Porky
Yorkie
Spaniel dog breeder:
Cocker
Stocker
Parrot who mimics a Spaniel's bark:
Cocker
Mocker
Book on how to care for Cockers:
Spaniel
Manuel
Originally from England, a well-rounded Spaniel stays in shape by playing:
Cocker
Soccer
Then showers and dresses by its:
Cocker
Locker
Lassie was a level-headed dog and never engaged in:
Collie
Folly
Reared in a loving environment, she was a rather:
Jolly
Collie
Bred in the capitol city of NC, making her a:
Raleigh
Collie
To commemorate her frequent visits to New Orleans, a streetcar was renamed the:
Collie
Trolley
Snoopy immigrated to the States but alas, was found not to be a:
Legal
Beagle
Which of course drove:
Snoopy
Loopy
Thus he was deported back to England but was promptly knighted by the Queen becoming a:
Regal
Beagle
Now a celebrity, he is blessed with an entourage of young beagle admirers named:
Snoopy's
Groupies
*Submitted for The Funny Kid’s Poem Contest sponsored by Team Poetry Soup
MISANTHROPE
For Mel, my wordsmith
I miss you my misanthropos
My groucho cynic hermit
But I’m glad you left my life
For now I love a man called Phil
And he loves all that you abhor
Mankind, marriage, me
My kind-hearted Philanthropos
Who I can’t fault for misogyny
Or misology or even misogamy
Misanthropos, I wish you well
I am not the person to misein
And you are still an anthropos
I promised once to love forever,
My doubter, mocker, pessimist,
My sexist anti-feminist…
But:
Enough is finally enough
My Phil and I wish you well
You sourpuss, killjoy, gloomer
I’m off to better futures
You stay here in your shell.
You have fifty and four blessed territories circa
possessing lots of begging empty acres
but still a beautiful engine-less car
and a first timer in the game of economic poker
still lagging and carrying poverty’s marker
with less than half the needed players, ready for soccer.
Oh Rickets stricken Africa!
Why do your organs turn inwards to be each others mocker?
Grow up and stop remaining a little sucker,
take your life back from the mischievous undertaker
and put a permanent smile on the face of your maker.
Sin’s Cure
Curtis Johnson
Been around since the beginning of time
It’s older than Methuselah and all mankind
It has concern for neither your life nor mine
It’s often aggravated with a little mix of wine
It’s irresponsible for leaving destruction behind
It might strip us of food, shelter, and every dime
To be dislodged cost a pretty toll
It’s deep down into the human soul
It’s stronger than a wild bull
It’s desires are never full
It can be a mocker,
and also a shocker
It may be as scarlet,
or red like crimson
It can become as wool,
or even whiter than snow
With a touch of The Carpenter’s blood,
love covers sin like an overflowing flood
cj09242016 PS
Hatred
“12 Hatred stirs up quarrels, but love makes up for all offenses.13 Wise words come from the lips of people with understanding, but those lacking sense will be beaten with a rod.” Prov 10:12-13 NLT
Hatred stirs up dissension—
Anger destroys the peace.
Lying lips can endeavor to conceal it;
By slander it finds release.
Hatred changes the atmosphere;
Releases fear wherever it does go;
Seeds of resentment and bitterness,
By anger are made to flow.
Hatred is a spirit
Of purely demonic origin.
It’s a mighty tool of the evil one,
For both the Christian and the pagan.
Hatred loves death and destruction—
Destroys many lives along the way.
If you possess the spirit of Hatred,
Plead for your Lord to take it away.
Hatred can be elusive;
Not necessarily bold and loud,
But submerged beneath the surface;
Resting with the arrogant and proud.
At times it reaches the surface;
Controls the tongue by its will;
Uses force that’s physical
To control or even kill.
Many who live within prisons—
Incarceration it’s called,
Are there because of Hatred,
That’s demonically installed.
Hatred knows no boundaries;
Has no desire for discipline;
Lashes out instinctively;
Is another name for sin.
Hatred is a mocker—
It comes quickly to destroy.
It has many tentacles—
Satan does employ.
It creates unhealthy soil
For the life of the one who hates;
Provides a harvest of sickness and solitude;
Opens up death’s flood gates.
There’s an answer to Hatred
Found in the God above.
For the base of Hatred
Is truly a lack of love.
If this spirit called Hatred
Has overtaken your soul,
Cry out to God to free you,
From its bondage and control.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
Wine is a mocker, strong drink
is raging: and whosoever is
deceived thereby is not wise
Prov. 20:1
Darkened oxidation
changing personality
Liquid fermentation
altering perception of reality
Look long into the bottle,
you see fire in the water
It burns you as you swallow,
your memory now getting shorter
Release the genie from the lamp,
set free the jinn from it’s shapely confine
But you will wish you never did ...
Hyde-and-seek is such a dangerous game
Hiding from the truth,
seeking answers by way of 100-proof
Blackout is a mind-eraser tramp
Dr. Jekyll prognosis: too much wine at the dine
Good manners went off the grid,
mild-mannered you now ain’t the same
Saccharine sweet talk turns into acidic argument
Civilized behavior turns primitive
Fermentation is bubbling ...
God knows, you wish you could put
what you just said back in the bottle
Uncorked repressions of guilt and anger
agitating anew
Then, just as quickly, a reverse change in attitude
Fungi perversions start growing in you,
carbonizing your thoughts ... propagating strange desires
Corrupt carnal pleasures souring your mind
Fermented spirits,
darkened oxidation
Breathe in the aromatic conversion ...
intoxicating vapors releasing your inhibitions
A different you comes babbling through
Drink deep the pungent madness ...
complex organic compounds
chain reacting into fast acting mental breakdowns
Taste the seething mix of the witches brew ...
Let the liquid serpent sting bite you,
creating violent excitation
Lustful permutations
conceived through
darkened oxidation
Fermented spirits have drunkenly deceived you
A Mockingbird
Outside My Window Sill
Said "Come Play With Me
if You Will
The Day Is Free
The Day Is Fair
So Come Play With Me
if You Dare" ...
Its Tune Was Catchy
Its Song Was Sweet
It Wasn't The Usual
Tweet - d - Tweet
So I Ventured Out
To The Mockingbird
But It Was Wayward
To Its Words
Now It Sat Drinking
On The Curb
With A Whip-Poor-Will
Quite Unperturbed
It Didn't Mind
It Had Got Caught
It Jeered & Said
"Its Not My Fault!
You Took Too Long
In This Fine Weather
So I Found Me Another
Bird-of-A-Feather"
Then The Mockingbird
& The Whip-Poor-Will
Flew Wings Into
A Nearby Field
But Mocker Kept Messaging
With Consummate Skill
So Now I Don't Trust
A Mockingbird's Trill
And Its Like Gregory Peck's
Movie I Saw & Heard ...
That I Now Want ...
'To Kill A Mockingbird'
Written & Copyrighted © : 9/12/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
CHEERS !
Toast to all the Girls, who live in a whirl, of parties and nightlife and fun.
Here’s to the those girls, who wake every morn, wondering who gave her the bun.
Scholl to likely lads, who think they’re real BAD, and can pull any girl on her own.
Prost to every man who’s, pushing a pram, thinking he’s pushing his own.
L’chaim to the chaps, who make Vodka and Schnapps, and make it so easy to sin.
Bottoms up to the men, who still sell it when, their customers mind has gone dim.
Chin Chin to the drinkers, long tall and short, who never know when to say stop.
Applause to the ones, who now know how it’s done, and drink to the very last drop.
Strong drink is raging, although it’s engaging, and wine is a mocker it’s true.
And whiskey divides, the fool from the wise, and is useful for cleaning the loo.
The effects of the drink, will cause you to sink, much lower than you want or need.
So take my advice, please refrain and be nice, your better off sticking with weed.
Whatever shall become of me
I know that God has a Hand in it
I shall not glory
As He is glorified
I shall not be dampened
As He is the lifter of one's spirit
I shall not bow
As He is the only One who can make me bow
And only for Him
I cannot show down
As He said "do not dare me"
Did He say that?
Many times
To me
I shall not bear
As He said "leave the burden on Me"
I shall not see, hear anything that is not of His guidance, spirit
I shall trot, walk
in faithful waters
And not getting my feet wet
How do I do that?
I shall fly high and wide
Like an eagle in the sky
And spread my wings
As He is with me
What more can I share?
I shall do, sew, make the crooked place smooth
Ahh I cannot do such thing
But He can
I shall moo, boo, woo
Nah
None of the others
But I will be shooed
As God does not make the mocker out of man
So I will learn
And know that He is the one who is God
Do I know?
Midst counselor roles, we work with wisdom
granted by God midst faith-braced healing might
praying for guidance in our ministry
while somehow serving as good detectives
solving seemingly mysterious cases
putting an end to confusion and doubt.
We helped the lady regained composure
when she admitted the cause of her angst:
“The label I hide on the wine bottle~
has been replaced with a verse from Scriptures.
It bears this truth from Proverbs 20:1
'Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging.'”
Likewise, we let a pet lover calm down
since he was grieved by a shocking report…
“They told me of the psycho cat’s demise~
and every description fits my kitten---”
Well, he learned at last that such was a joke
To reveal his reaction fortitude.
Meanwhile, we took time to cheer a young lad
whose parents were bothered with his stories
accordingly, he would hear strange spooky sounds…
Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach~
that reverberated time and again---
with trust in God, his fear for beach was gone.
Lifting to the Saviour our burdens*
we thank Him for His ready enabling
in our reaching-out pursuits with blest peace
assured of grace He constantly bestows
like having restful heavenly delights ---
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine~.
*Galatians 6:2 Bear ye one another's burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ.
September 30, 2020
Lines with "~" are from Kim Rodrigues
Galaxies of glory
Strikes me vigorously
Stars do shine
Like turning wine
You are mine like guitar strings
You're my serpentine swine (holding unto someone that's stubborn)
I am like a butterfly without wings
Darkness will not veil His illumination
Galaxies of glory is our passionate destination
Illusions of delusional delight
Is seen in your eyes that ignite
Arising agony is spiritual suffering
In the black hole of obscurity
Left unnoticed...envy glows and grows in a hurry
Wondering if you guys
Can wander off like dragon flies
Vines of vibrant, never-ending vivaciousness
Crawl...in my veins
Authentic radiance reduces me to this universe mess
Go drive in your lanes
Froward heart,
Listen please
Before you blast off
Into your rebellious space
Speechless,
I must confess
You're conveying a message of your eustress
Transforming hopes into distress...in large excess
Thorough thoughtfulness
Will delete your senselessness
Foolish fire devours my wisdom empire
Good luck, for I'm wishing upon His grace
You're my inspiration
And my motivation
Scoffer, mocker - who is the creator?
Isn't it His true desire?
Liar,
Listen to His truth and knowledge
Understand that I'm on edge...
Failures without a trace,
Give up your success and embrace
Galaxies of glories...galaxies of mere glories
And stop listening to bittersweet allegories
That is as adorable as rainbow cat purrs
And delectable, creative dandelion furs
Today is a wonderful day
Today shines bright when you say
You love me positively...
We're seeking ecstasy...
Next to sun-beaming sea
Today is going by slowly,
But my heart ain't beating with remorse or angstiety
Reluctantly,
I smile halfheartedly
Please don't stop the epic music
It's extremely therapeutic, it's so sick
I'm a true, genius writer
But, doubt slips into the heart of the poet...
I'm like a black widower -
Envy, gluttony and hatred left me with regret...
I have nothing to lose
You have to choose
The light side of me
Or the dark side of me...
Because you'll finally see...
That I'm not perfect, baby