Best Named Poems
POTW 1 Oct 2018
Gossip about her
swept the school yard through
“Hey if you’ve got what it takes
There’s this girl named Sue
For a pack of smokes
or a drink or two
She’ll kiss you ~ she’ll please you
like no other girl can do”
Her fuchsia glossed lips
Matched the colour of her hair
Her legs went on forever
She had a self-assured flair
He yearned for those baby blues
to stray his way
How did the cool guys snare girls
come what may?
Dreams on his pillow
a teenage fantasy
Were seconds away from becoming
a manly reality
She promised to meet him
in the park one night
Two packs of Marlboro’s
Under the pale moonlight
A brief kiss on the lips
then as she swiftly turned to go
He yanked her back hard
and as she fell to the floor
A fantasy was shattered
Hopes tossed away ~ abused
Feelings of rejection
Cast aside and confused
He lived in an era
Where double standards
were applauded
Girls were shamed
For going all the way
Boys rewarded
However integrity
doesn’t stoop to lows
no need to impress
Head high as he walked
it was not worth the stress
The journey was his ~ along this untrodden road
Tomorrow ~ todays rejection would be yesterday’s episode
Every step away from her was a gentle elixir
Then came her words on the wind ~ barely a whisper
‘Hey ~ I’m a virgin too ~ and a skank I’m not
They sully my name and my character they blot
The smokes are for my mum it eases her pain
And for my sick Ma I’ll do this again and again’
Continued in 'Tears on her pillow'...
I rode high up in the saddle,
on a prancing horse known as Pride.
Outside beaming with confidence,
but empty and shaken inside.
An old wise man once told me,
it was a long time ago.
You have to walk a dusty trail,
before you're white as snow.
Waded out in the muddy waters,
I got down deep to save my soul.
Left my high horse in the pasture,
leaving Pride has made me whole.
12/30/21
Away to Vermont on a Dr's appointment. Coming back and riding the Ferry to New York my wife Judy and I decided to stop off at Panera Bread for lunch thru the Drive thru. I notice a man counting his few dollars by the drive thru. His long hair and beard caught my attention.
His face looked sunburned, and he looked withered and dry. Sadly I noticed that
his tan pants had a large brown streak down his rear side. Looking at this broke my heart.
As I went thru the drive thru I ordered an extra sandwich, a lemonade and chips. My wife looked at me not knowing my thoughts and said ,"Michael your hungry today."
As I came around after picking the food, I looked for that man. He had disappeared. I drove around on a mission to find him. At last, I saw him, he
had gone into the restaurant. I parked the car and told my wife what my plans were. She was surprised and was very supportive.
I walked through the door and introduced myself to him. I said I have
something for you. He looked up smiling and said, "God bless you." I said, "God bless you." I asked him where he was from and he said, " Willow Alaska." He shared with me he was looking for his parents in Upstate NY. He said he suffered
from mental illness and that he was a minister. While talking to this stranger I felt an incredible love resonating through him, it is hard to explain.
I said good bye my friend and felt guilty because I wanted to do more for him. His name was Robbie.
I shared the story with my wife and my brother Gus and they said that God puts angels in this world and Robbie might be an angel you cared for.
There is not a better feeling than helping someone in need.
I made a new friend today, a homeless man named Robbie.
I encourage everyone to reach out to those less fortunate and make a difference in their lives. Even saying hello, or asking them how they are doing. So many people are silently suffering, and any act of kindness will help them cope better. God bless those of you that do...
Michael Tor
6/12 2023
Just a regular curbside puddle,
It really wasn't that big.
But it had the look of an ocean,
To a sweet little puppy named 'Pig.'
"Your paws might touch the water,
No chances that you will drown."
Pig looked at his master- all crazy,
And was frozen like ice to the ground.
"It's only a wee-bit of a puddle,
You'll easily make the grade."
But Pig wasn't ready to listen,
He stood there and was very afraid.
On a leash Pig's brand new owner,
Tried in vain to nicely persuade.
But Pig just wouldn't listen,
To pleas that his new person made.
Again -"it's only a little puddle,
You really won't get very wet.
You could see Pig was thinking,
"Wets wet! And I'm not ready yet."
"But the water is only a trickle,
If you try you'll see you can wade."
No matter all the sweet talking,
That pup just couldn't be swayed.
The pup felt a tug on the leash,
The water was coming too near.
So Pig started his squealing,
And squealing was all you could hear.
Discouraged -his person relented,
And lifted the scaredy-cat Pup.
He bypassed the wee little puddle,
And lost, by picking Pig up.
I wanted the end to be funny,
With a moral to find I could spin.
Yep, a guy with a pup he'd name 'Pig,'
Has a pup that is smarter than him.
Pigs that swim the Caribbean aren't just silly rumors,
Polly is just such a pig, from the island of Exumas ...
Oh, Polly loves the water so, her family loves it, too,
Always tepid, crystal clear, and bright Bahamian blue.
It may seem quite unusual, for swine to EVER swim,
Stranger still, what Polly does as day is growing dim.
Tho' she loves the water, her favorite thing's the sky,
Yes, Polly has a special gift, as she knows how to FLY!
She tries to keep it quiet, not upstage her family's act,
For many are the tourists that swimming pigs attract.
She always waits until the sun is far 'neath the horizon,
A canopy of midnite stars is the sky that Polly flies in.
Her favorite time to fly is when the moon is full and pale,
The Caribbean breezes are what curl her piglet tail ...
Winging 'neath the Milky Way, riding moonbeams, bright,
Spinning with a loop-the-loop, doing pirouettes in-flight.
To dive and tickle wave-tops and make her hoof-trails glow,
To Hop from cloud to puffy cloud - count islands far below.
Her family thinks she's "flighty", and rather out-of-hand
But any pig who doesn't fly, isn't apt to understand ...
She loves to be with family and friends upon the beach,
But Polly's home is with the sky, soaring reach-to-reach.
So, if you someday make that trip to Polly's native isle ...
Find a hammock, rest your feet, and watch the sky a while.
You may not catch her flying, very few have had the thrill,
But if you're patient and you're lucky, WHEN PIGS FLY ...
Perhaps you will!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Your Choice Light Verse (Wit, Humor, Wordplay, Puns)" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Honoring Dr Seuss" Poetry Contest, Michelle Faulkner, Judge & Sponsor.
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Find here a poem read throughout the ages,
passed down from elders to youngsters below
A mystical rhyme with a fairy tale ending
that maybe is true but we really don’t know
Perhaps just a legend, the town folk all chuckle
as children run off through the forest each night
In hopes they will capture a glimpse of the magic
a small dancing fairy so happy and bright
~~~~~~~
A fairy named twinkle, the month of November,
when twilight comes calling in grey flannel hues
As evergreens rest with their branches a’ shimmer
and winter reflects in these cold weather views
While there in a clearing, the fairy she dances
as sparkles go flitting aloft in the air
Her wings all a flutter in snowflakes of glitter,
the woods come alive on this evening to share
The stars in the heavens all mirror her image,
like glimmering sequins in silver and gold
Orbiting gems on a black velvet skyline,
a wonderful gift for the scene to behold
When chipmunks and rabbits and deer start to gather
all wearing a smile at this beauty they see
This fairy named twinkle who spins as she offers
her November dance oh so delicately
The moon shining full sends its beams down around her,
illumines her movements, a soft evening glow
While squirrels with acorns sit up in the treetops,
the best seats they find for this magical show
Then just as it started, so soon it is over,
as footsteps are heard on a path winding through
The fairy named twinkle departs in an instant
as children approach so in hope of a view
~~~~~~
So there now you have it, the poem of Twinkle
her November dance when the evening is new
But is she for real or just imagination
I can’t really say, I’ll leave that up to you
10/22/19
Written for the: November Twinkle Fairy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
There's a lady whom I've never met
as enchanting as the stars,
I know this from her written words
and how she sets the bar.
Of excellence in ideas and thoughts
flowing through her veins
And the way she shares her loving heart
With others like a flame.
Burning bright and beautiful
with her pure, poetic voice
(While falling in love with a stranger
Is nothing but non-sense, of course).
She's got Arete' in Greek, they say
But stupendous works for me,
this fountain of truth and beauty abounds
like a caged bird set free.
Destined to live on the fringes
between all our poetic lines,
where boundaries are blurred and only our words
will outlive us in due time.
Yet still, I can't help but wonder
About this mysterious maven I found
Spreading her bliss as if a sweet kiss
might secretly find me somehow.
I have a tree named Lou, a great, spreading beech
the shape of a gigantic pear with the stem upside-down.
I named it Lou so it could be Louise or Louis.
I don't know which.
But when I walk in summer,
I smile when I reach its gentle shade
and listen to the shooosh of a thousand silvery leaves
like huge, soft thumbs rubbing together.
And in winter, I urge Lou to hang in there,
brave the icy winds through its skeletal fingers
and stand tall, resolute and silent.
We know, Lou and I, that spring
will come
again.
There once swam a catfish named Ben
hadn't eaten since who knows when
my worm looked just right,
Ben took a big bite.
No one's seen Ben swim'n since then.
Ben put up a heck of a fight
was thrashing with all of his might
when reeling him in,
that fish seemed to grin,
and spit out my worm just for spite.
Old Ben made one heck of a meal
couldn't help but think how he'd feel
if he'd been the one,
who had battled and won,
from the opposite side of the reel.
Sharp pain sliced like a red rose thorn,
prior to church on Sunday morn.
It felt as though insides were torn,
when she was born, when she was born.
No time to wait, she did not care,
she wailed real loud then gasped for air.
Her twin inside, they could not spare.
I named her Clair, I named her Clair.
The tears inside me never dried,
I felt despair, that one had died.
To give them life, I really tried,
but still I cried, but still I cried.
Copyright © 2013 By Caryl S. Muzzey
6/25/13
Sixth Place Winner ~ "Monotetra" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
July 16, 2013
Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin
Whisper lies as I let you in
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail
A Dog Named Sex
My pooch is not named Rover, Fluffy, Spot or Rex.
I wanted something different, so I named my puppy, Sex.
To renew my doggie’s license. I went down to City Hall.
“I’d like a license for Sex”, I said. He said, “Wouldn’t we all?”
“You must not have understood, I need it for my mutt.”
“I really don’t care how she looks, if she’s ugly, fine or what.”
“But Sir, I must tell you, I’ve had Sex since I was four!”
You are no more than a braggart”, and he showed me out the door.
Newly married, we brought our pet along for the honeymoon.
I told the clerk, “A place for us and for Sex, a special room.”
“Every room has a place for sex. Every room has a bed.”
“But Sex keeps me up at night.” “It keeps me up, too”, he said.
At our divorce the court gave all my possessions to the wife
I protested, “Please Your Honor, I had Sex before my married life!”
The judge then said that he did, too. “It’s not a real big crime”
“But Sir, before we tied the knot, I had Sex all the time”
The judge said that I could still have sex, so I took my hound and ran.
My wife then said that she’d miss Sex, so I stayed a married man.
Last night Sex ran off again as we walked around the block.
A cop pulled up and asked me if I knew it was three o’clock.
I told him that I was looking for Sex and he took me straight to jail.
Now I’m waiting for my trial to come and can’t get out on bail.
…if I ever get another dog, I think I’ll name him,
“Whoopie” or “Boom-Boom!” Anything but Sex!
There once was a model named Connie
who wanted her skin to be tawny.
She took the wrong stuff,
so now she’s Miss Tough!
Her arms and her legs became brawny.
Feb. 20, 2016
* The rhyming vowel of COnnie and tAwny are the same in American English
I’m standing in the corner
of a room named loneliness
There are people all around me
in their ties and fancy dress
They’re engaged in conversation
and though some of it’s with me
without you in my life
I’m as lonely as can be
I’m laughing as I’m talking
but my thoughts are all of you
The way we use to laugh
and the things we use to do
I’m drinking and pretending
that everything is fine
But secretly I’m dying
knowing you’re no longer mine
I look around and wonder
when this room became so small
I’m searching for the exit
with my back against the wall
The ceiling’s getting shorter
and the air is getting thin
I dare not think about it
or this room will start to spin
Your face is flashing through my mind
but I need to let it go
There are many expectations
I maintain this social show
Yes somehow I’ll continue
with this smile held on my face
But secretly I’m dying
In this cold and lonely place
When I gaze into your face I feel as if I’m staring at an angel,
When I glare into your eyes I feel like I’m staring into the sundown on the beach,
When I glance at your beautiful lips I get a sensation of kissing you with all my might,
When I look at you I feel like sinking behind a wall so that you don’t notice I’m nervous,
Your voice is like the best of all symphonies,
When I listen to your heartbeat, it plays my favorite song, and I just can't get enough of it,
Your soul is more beautiful then every color of the rainbow,
And when I have you in my arms it feels like the whole world has stopped, except for me
and you.