Best Numbering Poems
-Dr President Lady, please launch the nuclear war button-
I'm packing up my girdle; I'm heading up state
Where society thinks only men should run for president
Chill with Bill, on the side show Hill
Subsequently, he got tripped up with his hand in the biscuit jar
This poem is not about me... It's not about, Hilary
I'm here to cheer and throw off an early vote voluntarily
I'm numbering my days with the aces
Until the 2016 U.S. Presidential election
Only in a woman, you’ll find confidence and determination,
Someplace out there is our leading lady in disguise
A woman who sits down and pee's with pride
A woman Like Hilary, whose place was denied in the sun
I will vote for a woman who is not afraid to lead,
Grab up her crotch, and fight for all the right reasons
Repaint the town white and her fingernails red
Blue lipstick in the breeze, a tommy gun in her possession
A million dollar diamond ring,
A mink from all cultures of the globe
Sing hallelujah, Amen Praise the Lord!
Pink ribbons of freedom,
China can test all her might,
It's time to feel the empowerment of a woman's delight
There she’ll be’, sit down and enjoy,
When it’s time to hear her voice,
The bullet will miss her beautiful mind,
She'll Raid the Democratic Nomination moment of the blind
Her ego on the side; when it's time to reason with society
Feel the shattered glass feeling when sharks attack whitey
Cop Out the Republican Bully
Black Ops the Democratic Liar
For women can reach, preach, and teach,
Nursing a world, collaborating with every mind
A barrier to be breached, a blessed moment to come,
If you require a true hit, vote for a woman in the Oval Office
Who said Mrs. Wonderbra can’t launch the nuclear war button
By:)
Of parrots and parakeets, no one knows
now numbering in the thousands
no longer Mexico's bucolic birds
new urbanized citizens migrated
to the suburbs.
If you travel to Los Angeles and county
where hobo avians flock to Pepperdine
hoping to matriculate to paradise..
Pasadenans know the raucous calls from palms
festooned in bright feathers and pheromones.
Should you wish to elicit a response
from a Red-crowned Amazon..
just ask any witch cat which hungers
with an acute accessory olfactory
rife in feline grin and purpose
eye'n the skies cheerfully.
And somewhere Marianne Faithfull warbles
'this little bird who lives on the wind,
this little bird that somebody sends.'
they're listening too, with a coo and squawk
o'er the skies of Silverlake
and Eagle Rock.
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This Little Bird sung by Marianne Faithfull - Lyrics by J.D. Loudermilk 1965
I found the bottle lying on a dune of wind-swept sand,
And I brushed the grains upon it with a weak and trembling hand,
I was crazy-mad for water, I was more than three days dry,
So I pulled the cork with sand fouled teeth and spat it at the sky.
What came out wasn't water, it tasted more like smoke,
So I thought myself the victim of some fools cruel joke.
Then standing there before me, like a Muslim houri dressed,
Was a damsel more than beautiful, who my flaking face caressed.
She said "you've given me my freedom from my prison of the ages.
So I offer wishes numbering three as payment of your wages."
I knew what I desired, I knew what to wish for first,
I said "give drink to all upon this world who now suffer thirst.
But give those thirsty, a love of fellow, more than words upon the lip.
So they offer the bottle to a brother, before they take a sip.
And give those brethren gratitude, to kneel before they swallow
And thank whatevever God they serve for allowing them to follow."
When this was said I realised, my wishes all were spent,
Which was what I knew I'd wanted, from my first intent.
She said "o man, I see you're one, whom God has truly blessed,
So take a drink of water, and lay thee down to rest.
I grant thee freedom from jealousy, from earthly want, from sin.
Accept these gifts as tribute from an Effete of the Green Djinn."
My reason for wishing as I did, to this day seems to flee me,
But nightly as I slumber well, I still dream of Genie.
Ancient Alien Earthman
Captivating galaxies numbering more
than grains of sand carpeting a shore
Spheres orbiting stellar giants of yore
a plethora of exquisite jewels and ore
Humans should revel in their inclusion
amid a choreographed mystic creation
Flawlessly crafted objects of perfection
an orchestrated symphonic conception
Corroded vision envelops bigoted eyes
antediluvian blinders befuddle the wise
Deep consternations must be liberated
dread of unknowns willfully annihilated
Distant worlds peculiar and enchanting
purple skies bring snowflakes in spring
Hopefulness aroused by emerald moon
patiently await solar heat not monsoon
Wanderlust evokes interstellar journeys
light years away towards a dark furnace
Emanating celestial wonders exude elan
Starman greets Ancient Alien Earthman!
3/21/2022
8:20 p.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
The complexities of life colours our world
We are taken on a long and sometimes complicated journey
Like being on a roller coaster where there are many twists and turns
No day is ever the same - it can be a smooth or a bumpy ride
Thankfully we don’t know how and when it will end
We can wake up feeling sad and blue
Feel down and depressed on a grey day
If we are jealous we can be green with envy
Be described as yellow if we act with cowardice
See red when we are angry
Feel tickled pink or be in the pink when we are happy
Fall into a dark black mood
See everything in black and white
Say someone has a heart of gold
Look to the sky seek a cloud with a silver lining
We need to hang on to precious golden memories
None of us knows what fate has in store for us
May the colourful ribbons in our life be intertwined
The good days out-numbering the bad
Lots of happy colourful ones rather than sad
01~30~15
Contest: Life is like a Maypole – Seren Roberts
~awarded 2nd place~
flight
mission controls
checked and bound
for another blackhole
engines prepped and fired up
as eyes of wonder begin to shut
cloud-shaped sheep are hopping fences
numbering each as countdown commences
Announcement: Houston, we have a go!
Launch - the coordinates passing Star Nebula row - G-force
floating - flying through infinity outside my window - gloating
Warp speed in time not throughout space
collect all data to save the human race!!!
A concrete plan within this willowy plane
circling freely through the twirling stains
I will miss deep space when I land again.
Entering the atmosphere
where music appears
beep
beep
beep
beep
4/26/2018
concrete contest
PROMISING YOUNG MAN
Hear the travails of a single mother
Traded her heaven for love
But hopes and dreams short-lived and ran
Now she cries aloud to every woman
Be ware of a promising young man
He promised to move me mountains
He vowed to spring forth like fountains
At my faintest whisper when in need
And called on cupid to strike him stupid
If he is short of a word or letter in his creed
He stands and mopes as though lost in lust
It is vanity to yearn and lust over dust
He calls my left keg wonderful
And the right he christened as powerful
Both together he called beautiful
He said the sun rises in my glittering eyes
That heaven is hid between my very thighs
And will persevere till he finally makes it to heaven
He spoke sweet sounding sermons as time ticked eleven
Words like fetters, held hostage a lass due home for seven
He said my presence did make him shiver
And for my absence, he’ll cry me a river
If only I would be his all in one miss
He’ll treat me to a night of ceaseless kiss
And our ever after will be made of an endless bliss
Little did I know that the name I bore was a loan
Soon I’ll be striped of the same and left to moan alone
From my heaven he’s got saints numbering up to seven
Deserted in this lonely cold night as time ticked eleven
He’s abandoned me and all the saints in search for a new heaven
"Let him who is without sin cast the first stone", said The Master. Her accusers walked away, leaving the offender alone with The Master. Like our own, the sins of David are more than meets the eye, and I suspect if walls could talk, all the universe would cry. But God has been known to highlight certain sins for the record of man. We are then left without excuse, and all the world can clearly understand. David's sin of adultery with Bathsheba reveals the problem of LUST, and adultery follows lust like hunger pains before a forbidden meal. David's sin of murder against Uriah reveals the problem of FEAR, and fear is often the antecedent and driving force of murder.
David's sin of numbering his people reveals the problem of PRIDE. The sin was not about the census, but the 'Big I' and the 'Big Me' inside. And pride is one of the seven deadly sins and most destructible. Attitudes of 'Look at me and my accomplishments' are never acceptable. Such pride is one sin inherited by Adam's seed which includes all of us. Moreover, a humility that says, "Look at what the Lord is doing", is a must. David's sin of moving the Ark of the Covenant reveals the problem IGNORANCE. In all endeavors of life, without regards to motive, God is to be consulted before acting.
030520PoSp Inspired by James 1:14
030520PoSp Inspired by James 1:14
Ocean calls,
From the endless to the shore.
Not one,
Yet,
Countless waves,
Calling your name.
Never mind the numbering,
Foolish to know,
Only this,
From Beyond it's proclaimed as Love.
Heaven to the opened sea,
The blue beauty must obey,
Inviting you to walk on,
Go deep,
And in between.
Therefore,
Sea water,
Ink in pen.
Ocean tide,
I hear you well,
In the calling,
Her name.
You know who you are,
Time to go poetry swimming,
My Friend.
Ocean Poet-
"Grandma and a drink from the blender -
a fine meal, but could be more tender",
said Wolf two minutes before
Little Red opened the door,
making him a two-time offender.
A witch said, "Welcome, Hansel and Gretal.
Should I cook you by oven or kettle?"
The hag (just back from the coven)
heard Gretel say, "I like 'oven'".
Hansel said, "You're a sister with mettle".
Jack's mother's son was not bright, she'd allow.
The son (our Jack) was sent to sell a cow.
The family had no means,
but dull Jack bought only beans,
and returning said, "Should I've got Kung Pao?"
A duckling could afford only off brand,
so he was ostracized, bullied and banned.
But as time slowly passed on,
he became a well-dressed swan,
and told those damned ducks to pound sand.
Fairy gave Pinocchio latitude,
so the puppet improved his attitude.
Can you imagine his joy
when he became a real boy
with a heart overflowing with gratitude.
When Rumpelstiltskin walked through the door,
my life suddenly, changed - that's for "shore"!
I'm a queen and have gold,
more than my arms can hold,
and he broke when his foot stamped the floor.
A girl came to the castle one wet day.
She was a princess and allowed to stay.
She complained of a pea -
married the prince you see,
who regrets it to his very last day.
For snow white clothes, you must give them a rinse,
but a snow-white girl needs more to convince.
Dwarves numbering seven
won't send her to heaven.
For that, she'll need a well-built, handsome prince.
Three little pigs asked, "What will it take
to build a house fit for a strong quake?"
For wolves the best trick
might be to use brick,
but, for earthquakes, that is a mistake.
A frog waited patiently in a well
until a golden ball finally fell.
A princess soon followed,
Frog nervously swallowed,
saying "Kiss me". Princess said, "Go to hell".
Arriba, Arriba as Speedy Gonzalez would say
The San Quinton Kangaroo Rat is dying away
Baja California is where they do reside
On a little strip of land just 100 meters wide
Due to agriculture and progress it’s sad to say
All but nine-miles of their habitat was taken away
Truly nocturnal they only come out at night
Strongly territorial they’re ready to fight
Once numbering in thousands now 30 are left
How long can humanity go on being deft?
They bathe in the dust so its sad but true
In captivity they last just one day or two
When they are threatened believe what I say
Two-meters at a time they go hopping away
They mainly eat seeds, fruits, insects and such
Amazing kidneys allow them to not drink very much
They rarely drink water because these words are true
Their kidney’s are four-times as efficient as the kidney in you
The odds they will rebound are far less then slim
San Quinton Kangaroo Rats fate is looking rather grim
Even if you don’t hold rats dear to your heart
In the overall cycle of life they play their part
Every species on earth fulfills some sort of need
The San Quinton Kangaroo Rat regulates the diversity of seeds
Plants, insects, ants, and birds need them to survive
Without the San Quinton Kangaroo Rat they cannot thrive
Arriba, Arriba as Speedy Gonzalez would say
The San Quinton Kangaroo Rat is dying away
Being one who spent years in San Quinton this
endangered species caught my eye. Reminded
me of the jail house mouse that would frequent
my cell. An odd sort of connection I'll admit but
rather interesting I reckon.
I created one type of writing in the form of a prose and a poem combined. Very similar to the Japanese version of a Haibun, only that in this type of writing I need not to set a standard of making the poem appear or sound only as haiku. One to three lines or even up to ten lines in a stanza (rhymed or unrhymed) as a poem, before or after the prose (flash story or anecdote of your interest) will do. Any form of poetry can be combined or added in or within the prose itself. I call it "Prosebite."
The prose need not to be too short nor too long, as long as the readers can comprehend the kernel or message of the prosebite.
A bite of any form of poetry and a chunk of writing in prose.
A combination of two or three (or even four) different forms of poetry can also be considered as prosebite. It is your way of expressing yourself. Your perspective matters.
Prosebite is what you write
In form of a poem-piece anywhere.
With a prose somewhere,
With or without too many rhymes to kite.
No numbering or syllabication in lines
No stricter rules to follow between the lines.
Structure is what you do in a prosebite
Create and innovate your own bite.
Hailed haiku and haibun, we conformed
The way structures were formed.
We followed standards and rules as known
But somehow we can create our own.
(Prosebite)
There was a rabbit in Tennessee
His offspring numbering forty three
His manners much less than polite
Caught in a garden without an invite
Now he's on a plate you see; served as rabbit fricassee
Uniwest
Perceived as crown from heavens, mini kingdom of isolated tribes. Its beauty is painted in the wall of beholders eyes. The story of ancient Biblical thoughts. Kingdom of named after stones. Mahikeng camp of jacks and jelly, chain of Gladiator, Bichua Italy land belong to Spartacus. Roman-jungle of miracle.
It’s Powerful and dictatorship is well known by its five kingdoms. Its status is spotted like United States Doll er-sin in every vision. Its mission is preaching keys that opens kingdom of paradise, Mount Kilimanjaro Glory of success.
Its five discipline disciple impregnate every prostitute found on its street, through martial arts. Exam constitute of justice and true. Power and selection of murder. Agle Janam Mohe king of kings’ shaka to Zulu. Well protected like language Setswana. Uniwest; its kingdom have eleven department of prison.
Start with James entertainment, gift given to Lional messie. Ikanlha, Dr Mandela residence to Hopewell till lost in city prison. Jail of education as a mother of children who need guidance. Laws of success, numbering and commence is their daily bread while agricultural science and technology glorify their success bone with china.
Mortal salute your beauty, oh uniwest coronet. Your kingdom is spread with Fresh active juveniles of Adam and Eve pitch. Crowded bash, event of the year. Sasko bread at its best political success. “Cheese to new comers” Enjoy Full years of searching for key to you Final year to success. Let’s see life to our last journey speed like “Benz” car of a dream: speech from the next president. African boy, Benz I will drive at graduation parliament of Uniwest.
My mom kept all her grandkids one summer
To visit a week or two
Wouldn't ya know it, it started to rain
Stuck inside with nothing to do
The older ones started a puzzle so grand
With every animal found at the zoo
When young Zach tried to help, they only shoved him away
On how to get even he quietly started to stew
I pretended to read my magazine while this was going on
But watched as Zach stuck in his pocket - pieces numbering two
For days and days the puzzle grew
And we all anxiously awaited the final view
Then disappointed faces all around
Searching the whole house through and through
Then Zach walked up with his crooked smile
Finished the puzzle and whistling, from the room withdrew
©Donna Jones