Best Napped Poems
As the
story
goes...
A
pesky
fly,
came buzzing by
to rest and munch
and eat his lunch
and have some fun
on the hound dog's
nose.
The old dog
snoozed
without a clue
in the noontime heat
of the August
sun.
He
napped
awhile
by piles of leaves
in dappled shade
of the apple tree,
where an apple fell
and the flies said "yum"
and the bees would hum
and the dog would yawn.
That lazy bone
won't fetch a stick,
or scratch his neck
or care a lick
about a neighbor's cat,...
That ornery
brat
will prance around,
will tease and taunt
the weary hound,
who naps so sound
on
this
dog- day
afternoon.
Hound has no pep
to take a step
to chase
or race
that snooty
cat,
who
smugly rubs
against his back,
and sticks her nose
up to his snout,
and
sticks up her tail
sashays about.
He hardly cares
that she is there.
She preens and cleans
her own black spots,
She stares at him
he stares right back,
with one eye open,
one eye shut
He'll stretch a bit
and scratch a lot
but it's too
hot
to
chase
that
cat...
Don't
bat
your
eyes..
it's
not a lie.
So
what
do
you
think
of
that?
_________________________________
Categories:
napped, old,
Form:
Free verse
Invite of the trendy crowd,
yearning for acclaim,
a common braggart read aloud,
to glean synthetic fame.
The fellow even took a bow
when some had stood and clapped
The rest of them were in the know;
so mostly they just napped.
Elsewhere in a lonely hut,
near death’s parting knell,
doors and windows firmly shut,
a poet bids farewell.
Painfully she starts to write,
and pens a lovely score,
her phantom fans in sheer delight,
erupt in silent roar.
2nd Place, Put Your Best Rhyme Forward, Just That Archaic Poet
Categories:
napped, farewell, poems, poetess,
Form:
Quatrain
I combed cool waters of your baby blue
crystalline Jewel as you waded waterfall
waves washing my stellar rainbow rays
arching it melted into the warm womb
of transducing tangoing Earth
Her Violet Flame devoured us both
as nectared dewdrops to fuel the fire
our soma swirling into ecstatic orange
oxytocined crane flowers whispering
wisdoms to a hundred yellow butterflies
fluttering and flirting
They circled a sunken Atlantean apex
atop where you ruled anew with Baconian
brown locks surrounded by sirens serving
savoury silver sardines, oolite oyster shells
sang solos as dolphins dived, oceanic mouthed
In Ancient Egypt you followed my runcinate
rulings or indigo sorrow siglums, sighing
becoming slimmed seeker who served
Thoth well whilst wreathing my wounded
worthiness and fallow fallopian tubes
at pyramidal plumed midnight hour
In our Grecian lifetime you draped alabaster
urns lighting my marble mantelpiece
I watched breath enter your nebulae nostrils
as you crafted provincial proverbs instructing
slaves to whiten your garb with lemons from
our sculpted garden
On lavender Celtic hills we exchanged kilts
not knowing whose waist was whose
barefoot we flaunted sleek sharp sapphire
studded swords dancing necessary wild wars
Who remembered and who forgot
where in ether our nestling niche napped
as games of betrayal, fear or doubt
doubled into involuting circles and spirals
each tried to neck THE VOID as naked
excuse for not excavating heaving Heart
How much escaping, escapades, evolutionary
clocks cloak our cusps or cues or custard
synchronicities
how many summer summit starlings must
seek to sing of sorrow or of wolves, withering
willows, watermelons on this Planet of
coloured curriculums
holding dear our distinctive designs where
lacy lament is but another aperture into Space
I seek not to know !
Categories:
napped, allegory, blue, color, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Now the wagons rolled out of Missouri,
Heading west on the Oregon Trail,
Through the blizzards and ice-covered mountains,
And the winds, and the rains, and the hail.
We crossed every river and desert,
And we never gave one backward glance,
And if we weren’t too weary each evening,
We’d take out the fiddle and dance.
We’d dance to the Pioneer Waltz, in time,
And the mandolin played right along,
And the children, they clapped, and the old people napped,
And the Pioneer Waltz was our song.
When the heat or the cold overcame us,
Then we pioneers lightened our load,
And we left half our precious belongings
Cast away by the side of the road.
And we sometimes left little wood crosses,
The graves, they were sometimes quite small,
But we finally set foot up in Oregon,
And the music helped us through it all.
Now the years hurried by without warning,
And we pioneers built us a town,
But you can still hear that old fiddle
Now and then, when the sun has gone down.
We dance to the Pioneer Waltz, in time
And the mandolin plays right along,
The children, they clap, and the old people nap,
And the Pioneer Waltz is our song.
Categories:
napped, historydance, old, people, dance,
Form:
Lyric
A child of maybe 2 was strapped
Into a stroller seat,
Too young to read or understand
An email, text or tweet.
Yet clutched in both her chubby hands
A cell phone had her eye,
Her focus so intent its purpose
No one could deny.
Her mom or sitter thought, of course,
She’s occupied and rapt,
A state not often found except
For maybe when she napped.
Yet she missed out on all the sights
They passed upon their walk
And cartoon images replaced
The humanness of talk.
Technology deserves its place
In life, but it’s too bad
When the screen is a companion
Which, to me, is very sad.
Categories:
napped, technology,
Form:
Rhyme
Going to bed earlier and earlier
The older this old guy gets
Soon won't need to get outta bed at all
Just lie there and smoke cigarettes
Hey hold on, my dear naughty fella
Smoking's forbidden in bed
Haven't you heard the hazard it creates
Why not shoot yourself in the head
Always wondered why old people napped
It's not a matter of choice
Could be watching a favourite show
Then wake to Cathie's voice
So now I know, there isn't anything else
Have lived my life to the fullest
Think I'll slink down and doze for a bit
To hell with getting dressed!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
napped, age, old,
Form:
Quatrain
Dad came home with a packaged parcel
when I was just a boy.
A special gift he'd bought for me.
I had hoped it was a toy.
He placed it on the floor below
and nodded that I open.
I reached for it and fully smiled;
bulky and utopian.
And knowing that my parents bought
a gift from both their hearts,
I schlept next to the box contents
and pryed it up in parts.
At first sight, there emerged a truck-
One shiny, big and red.
I gawked excited, my eyes glued fast
and paused to breath then shed.
That night I played around the room.
The floor my second home.
That soon I tired and fell asleep
inside the box and dome.
By morning I had made a home,
a window and a door.
I parked my truck outside the box
leaned back to sleep and snore.
I napped and played throughout the day:
the box more fun than toy.
I saw my parents laugh at me,
and I just smiled coy.
The box was more than I expected.
A toy more than all toys.
A box a noble thing to have,
to play inside with noise.
A box to do most any thing.
To raise me and to guide.
Now that I'm older and think back
my parents loved the ride.
I'm older now and have two kids.
I think I'll buy them gifts.
and knowing what I know of parents,
I'll get a box that lifts.
A cardboard box that's square and simple.
A love of boys and girls.
A home with doors and windows,
that bounces, plops and whirls.
A cardboard box straight from the heart.
No greater love of parents.
One kid's can laugh and play inside.
A love that is transparent.
Categories:
napped, appreciation, child, childhood, children,
Form:
Quatrain
I thought I was truly losing my sanity,
With pain screeching, no thought for vanity,
After my horrible health issue late last year,
My physician suggested, my dear,
You need an intravenous course of cortisone.
But what happened in this hospital zone,
And in only one night, was a hysterical delight.
I was booked into a four bedded ward,
2 other ladies already there, hi everyone,
Like it or not the next 24 hours I was aboard,
I’m jenny, don’t talk to Laura, Valentia said, she’s tone,
Deaf, do you hear the drones outside, and you
Must know, these nurses are spies, give them no details,
Oh my gosh poor Valentia had dementia!
I asked a nurse to tell me Valentia’s name, and
Meanwhile another patient arrived, gosh
Cindy came with a smell so bad had gastroenteritis.
Laura was sick all over her bed, situation obnoxious,
Lights went out, generator kicked in, Valentia repeatedly
Said, good morning, good morning, who’s this colossus,
Good morning, she must be a spy she smells like one.
I napped not slept that night, nurses cleaned the mess,
Cindy was put in a private ward, thank goodness,
Hey jenny, it was Valentia, are you sleeping,
No, I'm busy on my cell phone tweeting,
Are you leaving tomorrow, may I come with you,
Then you could remind me I had just been to the loo,
Got to go again, you have just been, this time it’s a poo!
Categories:
napped, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
'Twas Christmas Eve and cheer abounded in the humble English cottage!
The olde house rang with joy since the children knew with certain knowledge,
That Santa and his reindeer would drop by for a visit later on that night!
Mum was fixing Yorkshire pudding and a goose for their Yuletide delight!
Papa and the kids had trudged through the forest to find the perfect tree!
It stood by the window brilliantly lit with candles for all passersby to see!
Snow flakes as large as ha'pennies wafted down and covered the roof,
To provide a smooth and soft landing place for each little reindeer hoof!
Later they gathered 'round the olde pump organ to sing carols of yore!
Papa read the Nativity Story since the kids wanted to hear it once more.
Mum served cocoa and biscuits with quaffs of hot cider in between.
No mere artist would dare capture with brush this cheery Dickensian scene!
The grandfather clock struck ten and the little ones were shooed off to bed!
They were tucked in bed after stories were read and their prayers were said.
They napped with one eye open when all of a sudden they heard much ado!
Leaping from their beds they tiptoed downstairs where they saw you know who!
'Twas jolly olde Santa busily placing toys 'neath their Christmas tree!
He saw them and said, "Won't you have some milk and biscuits with me?"
Santa smoked his pipe as they sat on his lap playfully tugging his beard,
When to their surprise it came off and the smiling face of Papa appeared!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Entry for Debbie Guzzi's "Happy Holidays" Contest
Categories:
napped, christmas, happy,
Form:
Rhyme
Days and nights napping to sleep.
Night after night to day again, life is becoming shorter and shorter.
Day time naps seem to be getting longer and longer.
Naps so deep, they lay parallel next to only endless sleep.
Naps that protect from the bedbugs and welcome all sheep.
Naps so stuffed and suffocating, you won't even smell your favorite home cooked
plate.
Naps that are dominating and so in charge that they only give you permission to wake,
under strict circumstances of suffering caused by the urgent pressure to urinate.
Naps so dark and black they devour they're pitch rite from beneath home plate.
Naps so intimidating and scary that even a yawn will make you weep.
Naps so determined and dedicated, its only guarantee is to eventually transition into
forever, permanent, endless sleep.
Nights and days napped to sleep.
Tony Dean Driskell
Categories:
napped, dark, dedication, depression, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Both Freddy and Frieda Flea
Had an itch and felt the need
To leave their home on Beagle back
So they packed their bags while Fido napped
They'd heard magical tales of the Big Top
Since their larva days on top the pup
They weren't here this time to clown around
As they found themselves circus bound
They hitched a ride in a hobos beard
Too no telling who knows where
But one thing that is perfectly clear
Both those fleas are outta here
Along the way they purchased needs
In a marketplace made just for fleas
Like underwear and mint toothpaste
Soap on a Rope to wash their face
Plus deodorant, quite a bit
You need a lot of it when you've got 6 pits
The rumor mill can be very mean
Fleas, after all, are fairly clean
After a day of personal shopping
It was all aboard for more beard hopping
Riding that hobo from coast to coast
In this their new hairy chateau
As circuses go they started their own
Advertising on the hobos back cause he never turns around
Over time their acts they've modified
As the flaming hoops set the hobos beard on fire
Now with Freddy as Ring Master and Frieda on trapeze
They are the Greatest Show On Earth, at least among fleas
Categories:
napped, fun,
Form:
Light Verse
Here you are
standing in the midst of enchantment
this is my backyard
these are the loving grounds
where I dreamt.
This is my backyard
this was my childhood
this is where I dreamed of...
me a few years older falling in love
who would've known it would be you?
Spring in the air
but all you feel there
is me.
My innocent eyes.
My curly hair
sugar and spice
you wish you'd been there
to watch me grow up
but you're here now
to take it all in.
Soak it all up.
This is my backyard
this was my childhood.
This is where I dreamed of...
me a few years older,
falling in love.
Being grown up.
Never was there more innocence.
This grass is the bed
where I slept,
this is my Dreaming Tree
I climbed as high as I could reach,
this is where I'd swing
while I planned all my dreams
where the tree house lived
and the poison ivy itched,
I owned all the soil I could touch
and loved everything I could love.
This is where I laughed,
this is where I cried,
this is where I napped,
this is where I lied,
this is where I bled,
this is where I won and where I lost,
this is where I said
exactly what I thought.
This is where I became me,
this is where I dreamed...
The Big Tree where Jacob, Adam and I played,
the Sidewalk Josh and I raced,
this is where Corey walked me Home,
Rhiannon and Brittany told me secrets no one knows,
Jason told me to grab my bike
when we were going for a ride.
This is my backyard
this was my childhood
this is where I dreamed of...
me a few years older falling in love...
Categories:
napped, adventure, childhood, children, friendship,
Form:
Ballade
Needy waves overwhelm
Battering, smashing
Soft flesh quivering
Splintering, raging, angry
Screeching , fists clenched.
I need more then I have!
To quench the fire,
A hunger, burning desire
As oxen grind grain
Doomed to everlasting circle
Consumed by a need
Spontaneous combustion, eruption
Do what I must
Abilities of others,
To comprehend, to know
What I wish I can't do The arrow pierces deep
And the final words
Are of no help
Doesn’t the sun follow rain?
Releasing the parched earth
Who has my tomarrow?
Searching stacks of stuff
Cheating Chinese workers
Can’t get to heaven today
Enough of anything
Weather turns cold
Fields brown, sun is gone
Special celestial light
Summer stolen while I napped
Can’t get to heaven today.
Categories:
napped, allegory, angst, faith, fantasy,
Form:
I was told when I was little
Of Bad Boy Napper, Betty Biddle
Betty Biddle bad boy napped
Even made a bad boy trap
She filled it up with dirty shoes
Grease and grime and gooey ooze
Betty knew bad boys can't wait
To jump right in to bad boy bait
Betty sat smiling in her swing
Waiting for her trap to spring
Betty Biddle stole bad boys
If they wouldn't share their toys
Off they went to the Land of Share
And she fed them to a Selfish Bear
For those who didn't clean their room
She took them off on a Sweeping Broom
Into the land of Do It Later
She fed them to a Procrastigator
Those who sassed their mom and dad
Were hauled off to the Land of Bad
She sliced and diced them in a vat
And fed them to the Talk Back Bat
Bad boys who skipped from school
End up in the Land of Fool
Drowning in the Dummy Pool
Eaten by the Stupid Ghoul
She stole bad boys from every town
Strung them up and tied them down
Took them to the Land of Gone
Forever buried in her lawn
Bad Boy Napping Betty Biddle
Stole bad boys when they were little
But I never knew that Betty Biddle
Cause I was an angel when I was little
Categories:
napped, family, children, funny, boy,
Form:
Rhyme
That crab, his claws
Snapped crack, crack, crack,
While he stuttered,
“That shell of mine,
That swirly shell,
I now want back back back.”
So out, I stepped,
Right from his shell
And donned two skates
To glide, glide, glide
Upon the ocean,
All thick mauve ice
And, as I turned nice figure eights,
A reptile boat tacked out to me:
“You’re nude,” its gator captain wheezed
With breath so fishy
It made me sneeze
“That crabby crab,” he hissed on,
“His swirly shell
He again took back?”
So, “Yes, yes, yes!”
I yelled, yelled, yelled
And jumped high axels
That drew applause
Until that gator with putrid breath,
Once more he shed his skin for me
And while I napped
He stole my skates
And left me there to don his hide
Then navigate green reptile boat,
Into town I steered its bow
And people fled while pinching noses:
“From rancid breath please
Save, save, save us!”
November 28, 2016
Zany Poetry Contest
Frank Herrera, Sponsor
Categories:
napped, fun, nonsense,
Form:
Light Verse