Best On A Roll Poems
My mind has taken off for Neverland,
I am hanging on by a cobweb,
It is bumping me against Venus
and has dragged me up through a black hole
or two. I barely dodge a couple of rocket-spinning- asteroids.
4:11 a.m.
I am screaming, “Slow down! Stop! Please stop!”
But she is on a roll. This is her fourth or fifth poem,
and all I have contributed is loud snoring.
I jump out of bed and head toward the kitchen,
making the dog angry, for she has to now fight her
way out of the covers I tossed on her.
Coffee with hot chocolate and tons of sugar first
if I am to make any sense out of this.
Ouch!
My imagination station pinches me on the Petootsie.
“We do not have time for coffee!” She shrieks at me.
Oh, great. It is Trixie, my muse,
and she is obviously in full angry drill sergeant
form today. I hate it when she learns it is a snow day the night before.
I pour my coffee combination, grab a cookie and head for
the computer where my hands begin to type, pleasing her.
These traitors are Trixie’s minions.
I was on a roll
Dunked into vegetable soup
We passed peas, corn, and carrots
Someone slathered butter on me.
Uh-oh!
Sending foreign aid just doesn’t make sense
With American families living in tents
Just how many countries rushed to give cash
When into New Orleans Katrina crashed
San Andreas fault runs through our nation
Cross Western states, widespread devastation
Our British, Aussie and Canadian friends
Are the only ones on whom we can depend
Uncle Sam’s pockets are bare; there’s no gold
To back the dollars printed multifold
Countries that dislike “rich Americans”
Always look to us with their outstretched hands
If a mega-disaster should strike Iraq
We’d offer support, say, “We’ve got your back”
And yet these nations would sneer at us still
The debt-ridden states abound with good will
Charity, they say, should begin at home
But to other nations our dollars roam
“Say, buddies,” we beg, “can you spare a dime?”
As out of poverty we seek to climb
I nestled my bottom on the seat
Of the toilet - I’m being discrete
I finished my job
Now need a lynch mob
It’s a good thing I didn’t excrete!
There’s no paper left in the loo
My language is turning quite blue
If you use the last sheet
Will you kindly replete
Or there’ll be a hullabaloo
Contest -I’m so annoyed
Sponsor Mary Oliver Rotman
01 08 15
Look love lines link
Ideas in ink
Give gain grand grope
Heed hidden hope
Touch trouble tears
Sense sober seer
Crude charms crumble
Ask aid ample
Mindset moves match
Employ each etch
Reap rapture's rum
Ask apt alarm
Appease amber
Cool clear charmer
Troupe telling think
Invoke iced ink
Observe oil ooze
Noxious new noose
Write words wound well
Heaven hurls hell
Earn each evolve
Roast ripe resolve
Escape evolves
Leon Enriquez
21 Mar 2014
Singapore
You called me a smartass, and this I must confess,
it’s better than that other part it seems that you know best.
Your better half you called your man and this seems sensible,
A donkey and a horse must breed to make a jackass whole.
Understand this now you shrew my punches I won’t pull,
I’d rather be a smartass than a dumbass for a fool.
You thought the grass was greener over on the other side,
Well I suppose no one will care where heifer’s choose abide.
Upon mature reflection I should thank you on my knees
The girls tell me I’ve aged like wine and you… well then there’s cheese.
Now now don’t get all upset I’m sure he loves you girl,
Just be prepared: those knee-knockers? They’re gonna make him hurl.
80/80
100/100
Pow!
On a roll
(In physics class at least)
curious humans
nations working together—
toilet paper wars
Cutting to the chase
School is the far most place
Learning never stops
No matter how old we are
The earth is so vast
Just as our minds
Using small portions
Wast valued signs
Books
People
Events
Open door sits
Some dogs are disasters,
ignoring their masters;
she’s simply not that type.
Though she gets on a roll,
she’s quite good on the whole,
so I rather hate to gripe.
My one little issue:
she likes to eat tissue,
a form of internal wipe.
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A Balissa stanza: 6b:6b:7a:6c:6c:7a:6d:6d:7a
An olive focaccia
Fried savour slice
An onion frittata
Cheddar soda bread
Granny's bread pudding
Cornish cream
Nice!
LIFE ON A ROLL
Another sunset to walk towards,
This day ending. Boots worn down some more.
Rascal at my side. We ate only once.
No complaints, no whimpers, only sore.
We'll find a place to lay,
as the sun sets behind an oak.
Perhaps for a while we'll stay,
with no bother from town folk.
Miles and miles we've walked,
through villages and towns not known.
Only to survive,
with luck he finds a bone.
This is the life they said!
Cars and money! My wife so beautiful.
I had it all they said
as my life was on a roll.
But that roll has changed,
Her life ripped from my clench
Family came. friends called
but now I've lost all my sense.
So we took to the road, this Rascal and I,
To find myself, to find a new home
To endlessly wander,
searching for my soul.
The ground is worn smooth.
By this oak we will lay.
Unravelling my roll, sleep will be short,
for quickly we reach another day.
The sun creeps up from past a hill I see.
Boots on. Roll packed.
Walk again, hungry, longing, searching,
him and me.
This quest must end. Wandering and walking,
Searching for my soul.
But I don't know how. This is my life.
My life on a roll.
Graham Alexander Devenish
green a beckoning
for pause four paws in the air~
dog days of summer
Let's roll the dice
and we'll begin,
to see what rolls and turns and spins -
an apple, falling from a branch,
a carousel where horses prance,
the ocean when it rolls to shore,
a bouncing ball across the floor,
a skipping rope going round in loops,
a brightly painted hula hoop,
the sun that dances in the sky,
our bicycles when they go by,
the world, our planet, circling the sun,
the moon on high, when days are done,
the earth, our planet, revolving in space,
an ancient, living, wondrous place.
Copyright Suzy Davies, 2019. All Rights Reserved.
On a roll again, fell off the wagon for a bit
A wee glitch, no idea why garbage I did emit
Well I'm over it now
No more nonsense I vow
Strictly perfection as usual, really no ****!