Best Nina Poems
There’s a party tonight so I bouffe up my hair
Pamper and powder my sweet derrière,
Arrive at the door, all done up to impress.....
Oh man, I forgot! Invite said “fancy dress”!
Pete and Sue are here, seems their theme’s ‘Tarts and Vicars’,
Sue’s skirt’s microscopic! Look at her tiny knickers!
Pete’s in a nun’s habit; the image is scary,
I’ve not seen a nun with a chin that’s THAT hairy!
And there’s Spider-Man! (although I’m perfectly certain,
His cape is made out of his living room curtain),
His curve-hugging costume’s quite “cosy” in size,
I think our friend Spidey gobbled too many flies!
In the corner, a lady has come as Snow White,
Gee, her bosoms are out there, her corset’s so tight,
They look like two bald heads squeezed into a sack,
Glad my hubby’s not here - he’d have a heart attack!
In the hallway, a robot is looking well-oiled -
Her costume’s made out of three rolls of tin foil,
She looks more like a turkey at Christmas, so later,
I really hope no one is tempted to baste her!
By the buffet, Fred Flintstone is looking contrite,
I think he and Wilma are having a fight,
Behaving all “caveman” has got Fred in trouble -
He showed his big man-club to poor Betty Rubble!
There’s a massive man-baby dressed just in a nappy,
The “milk” in his bottle has made him quite happy,
He’s shaking his tooshie and sucking his dummy,
And asking a lady, “can I call you Mummy?”
On the sofa is Princess Fiona from Shrek,
Blimey, Count Dracula’s nibbling her neck,
I avert my eyes to avoid his rising passion,
In walks his wife, and his face turns quite ashen.
His irate wife’s dressed up as pop singer Cher,
In her see through outfit she looks almost bare,
Then she lays into Drac just like Rocky Balboa -
She’s drunk as I skunk, I’m relieved I don’t know her!
Suddenly, Batman bursts through the door,
In his skintight costume - my jaw hits the floor!
He’s so muscular - bulges in all the right places,
If I play my cards right, could be me he embraces!
Well sadly I haven’t a costume of course,
Til I spot a young chappie dressed up as a horse,
I leap on his back - I’m a great improviser -
Strip off and shout “Hey I’m Lady Godiva!”
Collaboration between Jan Allison and the amazing Nina Parmenter
3/17/18
For a man of the cloth, our dear vicar
is not very partial to clothes
He is almost allergic to trousers
and y-fronts get right up his nose.
Ev’ry Sunday as he climbs in the pulpit
(where the choir boys are sitting below)
His meat and two veg are seen swinging
And it’s proof that he is commando
The ladies who bake and do flowers
don’t know if to scream or to peek
but Olga the Organist’s smiling
and she’s practising eight days a week!
At this year’s summer fete it was breezy
and the wind, I’m afraid, took its toll
His cassock blew up to his waistline
as he served up the last sausage roll
I've heard when he goes on vacation
He suns himself on a nudist beach
and his wife applies his sun lotion
to stop his tush looking like a ripe peach
03/14/20
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doesn't care if you
pray to the west or east,
nor your colour or creed.
this tornado of torment,
upon your misfortune will feast,
even if you're awake or dormant -
if your soul is kind or full of greed
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doesn't care for crowns or thrones,
nor how strong your house,
will blow off your rooftops,
remove your pedestal,
tempest of turbulence,
brutal breaths breaking branches,
demolishing trees,
demon of destruction,
mistress of menacing massacre,
she is anger, she is rage.
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chaotic queen of chaos,
causing carnage upon her path,
her call is a tempest of thunder,
her cries laments of lightning,
hurricane of hatred, she is truth,
she is Mother Nature's scorn -
she is wrath - she is revenge.
The word on faerie lips, I’ve heard -
A gleaming, white, pristine, grade A...
Baby tooth. And rarely used.
A solid, shining, well-endowed,
enamel-laden tooth. I’m wowed!
And....
It’s in the next town!
Flyable!
I gather my reliable
Companion faeries...
and
we’re
off.
Now, they’ll be the distractions
from this night-time interaction.
One can change into a rat, and one a bat.
And, readers, THAT
Is how you keep
prying
parents
BUSY.
I’ll be the procurer
of the tooth. Magnifico!
Window’s just open. In we go,
My troops and I,
A squeeze.... a wiggle...
We’re there.
We giggle.
The holder of the tooth
Is fast asleep.
So in we creep,
And there she is - blonde, dainty pinkish lips.
And I'll admit
she’s pretty cute.
Though drools a bit.
And now... the moment...
I lift the pillow....
And that’s it! I have no doubt!
And look, some gore is hanging out!
I don’t mind telling you, I quite like that bit.
Anyway, I scrape off the food....
Oh, mercy me....
Spinach for tea.
But...
It’s gorgeous.
Flawless.
A tooth without a mark, a nick
Or dent. Enamel slick
and gleaming new
as the first day
It came through!
My troops and I - we dance in glee
around the bed - unstoppably!
And our giggles wake...
no one.
A
Perfect
Score!
We fly out, we’re elated
They’ll rejoice
We will be feted
And paraded all through Faerie Town!
They’ll pull the other posters down
And photograph our faerie faces
All the faerie places
Will be graced
With our fair countenances!
We’ll launch such legends and romances!
What’s more!
What’s more!
The Grand Dame of the council... she’ll be BOUNCING
With excitement and announcing
Our awards and trophies shining
We’ll be signing
Faerie books and faerie hands
Our names will sing through all the land!
Oh, a treasure was scored today!
We’re laughing, laughing all the way
Home. Careful!
Don’t drop our
Treasure, for with that,
all our high dreams would....
Oh.
Sparkling, empty blue sea
sails break the distant horizon
first one
then two
finally three ships making way
toward unsuspecting shell-gatherers
brown-skinned and naked on
the hot Caribbean sand
Had they known
they could have feigned friendship
Then slaughtered them all in the night
Burned the great ships and
been done with it.
At least for a while
Kung sasariwain ko sa 'king isip
Ang nangagdaang mga kapanahunan,
Liban kay Jessang lubhang pinintakasi,
Ikaw'y naroon 'di ko maikukubli!
Sa koliheyo kata'y nagkakilala,
Katoto kita sa 'sang asignatura,
Sa unang tagpo'y 'di ko maikakaila
May paghanga ako sa iyong nadama.
Aywan ko rin ba Nina't 'di ko sadya
Na noon ni Kopidp ako'y napana.
Nasok sa kamunti- muntiang himaymay
Na aking laman katagian mong taglay.
Makailag- ulit sa silid-aralan,
Habang ating guro' nagbab'hagi alam,
Ako'y nag-aastang maysakit tiyan,
Labas- pasok silid ng ikaw'y matunghan!
Minsan, maaga pa sa silang ng araw
Kung ako'y dumatal sa silid- turuan.
Takot mahuli? Oo! Ngunit ang pakay
Liban sa takot, Nais kang masilaya.
"di naglao'y lumipas ang mga araw;
Ikaw'y ipinagdamot, wari ninakaw
Ng oras. Naubos buong limang buwan
Kay bilis, animo kidlat kang naparam.
Sa gayon ka tatamis na alaala,
Ay gayong dita rin sinikap kong bathin.
Dahil sa likod ng sibol nang paghanga,
"di ko nasabing, "Nawa ikaw ay akin!"
Ngayon, tila mga along nagbabalik
Ang mga araw ng tuwa kong nasapit.
"yong mga araw'ng ma kamandag sa huli
Ngayong kaklase kita sa Master's degree.
Ngunit ngayong tana'y multong nagbabalik,
May sinusumpa akong 'di mauulit!
Ang batid ko lang a siyang gaganapin
Ay liligawan kita. Walang pipigil!
Kung sakaling ngayon ikaw'y may pag- ibg,
At ikaw Nina'y sadlak sa pagkatali,
Magka- ao ma'y 'di ako palulupig!
Laya mo ay hihintayin hanggang huli!
I Once New A Poet Named Nina
She sat pondering about the days when she was a pretty ballerina
When asked about her name by a stranger wearing nothing but shorts
She turned around and told him it is Jeanina.
Written by Nina E Dalin
www.jeanniearomea.com
Good morning Steph, today's the twentieth.
It's Syd's birthday and I've been thinking of you.
I bought her a cake yesterday, chocolate and vanilla swirled.
I thought of calling your mom,
but she always disappears this time of year.
She wants to be alone with you.
Instead I bought another cake
just for you,
like I always do.
A red velvet, I think you'd like it.
I woke up this morning all alone and went to the frig,
pulled out your cake and cut a slice.
My eyes filled with tears but you know I don't cry
so I closed my eyes and wished you a happy birthday
and let just one slip by,
just for you.
It's been a while since we shared your last birthday together.
Yours on the nineteenth and Sydney's on the twentieth,
eighteen years apart.
Sydney was just one.
Just the family,
the four of us
and you and your mom.
We joked and laughed.
Who knew in a few months you'd be gone.
We all felt so helpless after the accident,
but there was nothing we could do,
just be there for your mom.
She stayed with us for days afterward.
Then there was Granddaddy, you were like his own daughter.
One of the last things he said to me before he passed away
was, "I know my times over
but I'll surely be happy to see Stephanie again."
I hope your together.
Sydney's fourteen now.
Funny thing, when she was two,
three times she was looking over her moms shoulder, entranced.
Her mom asked, "What are you looking at?"
Her response was, "Nina."
Heather made up that name for you
when she was only three. I remember,
out of the blue, she looked at you and said "Nina."
You looked at her quizzically and said, "My name's Stephanie."
She said, "No, it's Nina."
You said, "OK," and she called you that from then on.
We found out years later that she blamed herself for your death,
and she was the most hurt by it.
She loved you so much.
She didn't understand.
She was only six.
Stephanie, such a beautiful,
gentle
young woman
You were the first to leave us
and by far the hardest.
I would have taken your place in a moment
if only to keep the tears from you mom's eyes.
Love you Nina,
miss you.
03/19/16
I'm flattered by Nina but need to take her to the cleaners,
and splat her inbetweeners with fluid from wieners.
Don't mock or beat down Bath when you're Bristolian,
you were all conceived in a seat in the Odeon,
and you should defuzzle that muzzle after a dozen shots
or your muzzle will rot,
it puzzles this Bard from Bath when you say I act hard, that's daft,
I craft the first draft with regards to retards,
but I don't spar like "gangsta", more prankstar, thank ya.
Hip hop Choco-latte,
ow the Arty Farty Party is to tarty for a starty,
this is too easy I laugh at thee, not smarty,
Bath's beautiful with history it stores,
Bristol looks like it fell out of a horse,
we've got James Dyson and Jane Austin,
you've got Baldrick and webbed off spring.
Of course you went off course with the Bath beige bit, nit witt,
but if we are beige, Bristol... sage and onion,
If I'm rhyme goo you're rhyme ga ga,
rotating between that and blah blah,
Nina Parmenter my off par mentor turned mental,
I'm a stray away from putting this to an instrumental,
cus I think you're menstrual, coincidental
you say my mouth before my mind,
this is written down, no noise,
talking out your behind.
I see you wearing glasses Bristolian,
but I'm from Bath we're different classes, I'm nearly done,
if people in Bath are strange then Bristolian DNA aint got range.
And I sense your bitter remain poke, "Bath Farage",
I'm Mr. Bath At Large,
so LEAVE WON of your remoan votes in the garbage, that's GAR-BAAGE.
I know your only joking and fun poking
through rhyme freedom and I sometimes free dumb,
the outcome of a lout on one, shouting out me bum,
but you saved it in the end with a bit of innuendo,
good poke, I'm off to play Nintendo,
you're tender when you bend so I wont stick it in your endo,
I'm a good bloke.
My middle aged spread is just spreading
So I thought I should join a new gym
Got to fit in my dress for a wedding
With some exercise I could get thin
I’ve got these new gym pants that sparkle,
And a t-shirt that flatters my tum,
I look like a fat Meghan Markle,
Well, ok, I look like her fat Mum.
I’ve got me a personal trainer
Who’s worked out an exercise plan
And with dieting, it’s a no brainer
Plus, who knows, I might find a new man!
They all hang around by the free weights,
Looking muscly and tanned and exotic,
Saying stuff like “hey, I’ll spot for YOU, mate!”
It’s terribly **********.
I gawp at a steroid packed beefcake
his neat package on full display
Lifting weights with his very good ‘friend’ Blake
It’s a pity they’re overtly gay
I’ve a voucher to try spinning classes
All the cyclists are dripping with sweat
They wobble their cute little ‘asses’
I’m going to get fit you can bet
I might have a go at Pilates
(All those supple but sensitive men!)
But the “down dog” pose makes me quite farty
So I might “blow” my chance there and then.
The Zumba class gets my heart racing
My boobies they wobble like jelly
This gym bug I’m really embracing
It beats sitting down watching telly
Cos it’s fun getting breathless and sweaty
While drinking in all of the sights,
And so long as the staff don’t eject me,
It all counts as cardio, right?
All spent, I lie in the Jacuzzi
My bikini floats off in the bubbles
I look like a desperate floozie
I guess that’s the least of my troubles!
So here’s hoping I gain some more vigour
While my bum shrinks to tiny perfection
Who knows, with my smokin’ new figure
I might pull at the wedding reception!
Written with Nina Parmenter who is a fabulously talented very funny lady and a joy to collaborate with!
2/14/18
Not happy was Nina Hyena
Lost had her smile - her grin
I search all the day
To find it - she’d say
A very bad way she was in
To lions went Nina Hyena
To tigers she went too
She wanted to know
Where a smile can go
Neither lion or tiger knew
To others went Nina Hyena
She looked for someone wise
Above in a tree
Said a chimpanzee
At the river the answer lies!
Now happy is Nina Hyena
Back has her grin - her smile
Try looking inside
As there it can hide
Suggested a kind crocodile
EUNICE WAYMON IS MS. NINA SIMONE!
We shun what we can't overcome.
That's when it is positive image that supersedes all.
How?
Wrong is the element that is not embraced.
Why?
A wrongful world cannot exist without a rightful way!
The strengthen truth is therefore found...
Eunice Waymon is Ms. Nina Simone,
As Verlena S. Walker is a Poet and Philosopher.
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Written May 13, 2018 @ 12:35 PM EST.
She looks to me
with deep green ocean eyes.
The waters are calm
but storms lie ahead.
I swim anyways.
I didn’t get poem of the day
I’m gutted, what more can I say
I daren’t even peak
At poem of the week
I suspect it’s down to foul play!
4/3/19
Poet's Notes. Nina and I had been having some banter about POTD/POTW. Yesterday Nina got POTW
This tongue firmly in cheek poem is posted with full permission of Nina and after she gave me her assurances that her poem being chosen for POTW is COMPLETELY unrelated to her generous donation to Poetry Soup! (Joke))
We have gone a long ways together,
when you were still around.
I miss you more everyday then
people think. I have shared my
love of poetry with you, and I miss
your presence around my apartment
complex. When you would invite me over
for tea and biscuits. I know you will be
looking down on me from heaven.
I will miss you always and our times
together as friends.