Best Once(A) Poems
Turkey so dry that I can’t speak
Brussel sprouts boiled for a week
Roast potatoes burnt to a crisp
Lumpy gravy
I feel
Sick
Jan Allison
26th October
Inspired by Andrea’s contest but not written for it!
That's not my elephant! my father said to me
Mine is pink with wings, funnily, he likes to eat spaghetti
I think I'll call him Ella, named after a girl I knew
We danced at the 2nd graders ball, her dress was so see through
My father was once a politician, until his marbles began to set
I visit him as often as I can, introducing as if we'd just met
But somewhere in his confusion, he can recite The Bill of Rights
And once he does he smiles, to me he can still delight
As I turn to leave, to wave goodbye, in his eyes I see a tear
Still reciting The Bill of Rights, smiling from ear to ear
With Ella from the 2nd graders, he smiles in self triumphant
As he points towards the window, it's not pink, that's not my elephant!
Once A Wild Child, Playing Barefooted In Deep Snow
Until you have walked the hard path, felt its brutal cold
stopped believing this world, in it great lies being sold
do not ever step forth and dare try to ridicule me
for I am a seeding planted beneath Truth's great tree.
Taught from birth, Nature is far greater friend than foe
once a wild child playing barefooted, in deep snow
now a man that has lived with his eyes wide open
never deceived into being another blinded token.
Truth came in with my birth and Native American blood
later knowledge of Nature's gift like a raging flood
I sleep and dream of earth, virgin as once it stood
Yes, I would remove man's many stains if only I could.
Until you have walked the hard path, felt its brutal cold
Stopped believing this world, in it great lies being sold.
R.J. Lindley,
April 22nd 1978
Sonnet,(Nature, Native Blood And Wisdom)
NOTE- I have been ill these last few days. Could not write and even this morn can only post this very old poem, unedited. Forgive me this lack of new writes, I am trying to post and finish some of my old poems and many fragments..
Once a Goddess of Evening
I miss the placid lavendar dusks
tinged with cerulean mist
and watching spiders
weaving gossamer into faint
whispers of evening
How I would dally,
dressed in velvet and pearls
dangling emeralds on
golden swirls to
entice new tomorrows
into this sultry,
waiting world
Published in PS: It’s Still Poetry Available on Amazon
Limerick : Once a brave laddie at Lake Loch Ness
for one who calls no one "Monster"
when the truth may not be known:
Domino X
Once a brave laddie at Lake Loch Ness
Kept vigil to catch Monster on lens
He shut eye just for once
Monster jumped in one bounce
Took pic and signed it: Loch Ness Goddess !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Limerick : Once a Senorita from Sevilla – 3
Once a Senorita from Sevilla
Caught a Cock to make a paella
Paella tasted good
But Cock stayed in bad mood
Crowed all the way down : Mama ! Mia !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Once a garden dared to grow,
Despite the heat; despite the snow.
It paid no mind to wind, or rain,
And every spring would grow again.
Then came the spring it did not grow—
No one knew the reason, though.
Some said the garden was too old;
Still others blamed it on the cold.
But I believe it lost the will
To tend the rose, or the daffodil.
Loneliness, I believe is why—
For a garden needs a passerby.
It needs someone to smile and say:
“How glad I am I passed this way!”
Day that once today that is
My once a day poem of how I feel
Day that once today that is
A poem to express my day today
Felt somewhat low and out of sorts
Dismayed in my mind killing mental time
Torturing my writings by reading better than mine theirs
Today has been a day just like any other when I compare
Day that once was the yesterday to today that is
My daily journey writing displaying my feelings
Today is a day where a journey never ends
Just like at night when the light in our eyes shift
That adjustment that period that moment of disbelief
To trust in the day to end with a strong heart beat
My day today is once as it was a lonesome day expressing myself
Day that once was just a day another one tomorrow comes
May I drift away? Into a sun streaked sky or moon beam lunar carpet ride…
Maybe in thought just my dream of imagination left to me
If only there was the once a day that came to save the belief
Then maybe the next time I write I shall not feel the same
This day as it once was not so
Yesterday is gone and tomorrow has not been yet claimed
As today is always the only day a true decision is made
Once A Tiny Child
Where once a tiny child walked
upon these wooden floors
now only wee shadows waltz
swiftly through the doors.
Finger prints are wiped away
with Kool-Aid grins and tears
where once a tiny child walked
and quickly disappeared.
Packed away in attic trunks
their teddy bears and toys
where once a tiny child walked
dear little girls and boys.
Time will never take away
the memories that remain
where once a tiny child walked
to make me smile again.
Indians, Chiefs, Braves, Warriors, Redskins and Vikings!
Seems the politically correct crowd is upset with such things!
They're disturbed that sports teams bearing such names are a disgrace,
And that they humiliate and debase the dignity of folks of any given race!
It just so happens that with the PC crowd I have a little beef!
I'm a CHIEF Master Sergeant and Once a CHIEF - Always a CHIEF!
I earned a most worthy title that seems to irritate that pitiful crowd;
Try to take it away from me if you dare, but I'm not so easily cowed!
Robert L. Hinshaw, Chief Master Sergeant, USAF, Retired
The wild dog had once been a pet so sweet,
but death came- and he was now on the street;
he wandered alone, hungry, and confused,
never had this dog ever been abused.
Now, people kicked him until he was bruised,
he soon became feral- so he could eat.
He slept in doorways and sometimes on grass,
on the soft grass- he watched the people pass;
one dark, dark night he met dogs in a gang,
and from then on with the gang- he did hang.
On the city streets they barked loud and sang,
then, one night he got cut with broken glass.
He was bleeding badly and feeling weak,
going to the park- the soft grass to seek;
a girl wanted to help 'cause he was hurt,
she thought him handsome although full of dirt.
Coming close she offered him- her dessert,
sitting beside him she began to speak.
He growled a savage growl showing his teeth,
but the girl could see the good dog beneath;
she reached out to touch his wound and he cried,
without fear she picked him up - and he sighed.
She hugs him and tells how he almost died,
he snuggles close- his new toys underneath.
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August 5, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Once A Pet
Copyright Protected, ID -18-1049-780-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Feral
sponsor, Anthony Slausen
Eighth Place
A fabulous Italian mini-lunar-naut
Traded his mini- spaceship for a cot,
No more moon trips,
No beeps or blips
Relaxation and rest duly sought
Dreams aplenty for that lunar-naut.
He dreamed of lots and lots of space,
He dreamed of traveling all over the place.
He dreamed of women with eyes of pink.
He dreamed of cats with hair of mink.
He dreamed of oceans, turquoise blue.
That little mini-lunar-naut, was asleep so true.
He dreamed away a month and a day,
Until he was swept in a broom, far away.
Poor little mini-lunar-naut, far from Rome,
Is using a rusty can in the dump as his new home.
There once lived a hog
Who thought he was a dog
He tried his hardest to bark
Which made him a little hoarse
Which is ridiculous, of course
Because he was a pig from the start
Limerick : Once a Tennis Woman named Sue Baule
Once a Tennis Woman named Sue Baule
Tried to avoid being called : « Screw Ball ! »
So she got her haïr cut
In the shape of a snout
Since at French Open gets dubbed : « Screwed Doll ! »
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
There abided an old dude in Dunkirk
Who was a deacon in the parish kirk
He cast his lecherous eyes
On ladies' keisters and thighs
He was renowned about town for this quirk
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Honorable Mention Deborah Guzzi's "There Once Was A Man From Dunkirk" Contest
January 2011