Best Oohed Poems
The stargazers got together
and spread a blanket out on the grass
of the lush and opulent lawn
Here, they all huddled together
astronomy addicted
they gazed as comets blazed
sad to see them fall
shooting stars
caught their eyes
but on the stars in the skies
constellation sewn
clustered or alone
The stars shone...
On these, they fixed their eyes
as they "oohed" and "ahhhed"
Celestially seduced- draw
It didn't matter
that some stars shone brighter
they all felt lighter
just being under star dusted canopy of night
This was their delight!
The starshooters were there
on an adjacent hill
they lost out on the thrill
grumbled and brewed
fumed and spewed
profanity at the lights
hanging high in the night
heaven's chandeliers
too bright they seemed
too dazzling and near
they were filled with fear
that the heavens would explode
so many stars...a heavy load
and so the star shooters
gathered their troopers
and aimed at the stars
Hoping to make them combust and fall
This would fill they with mirth
As stars collided with earth
Little did they know
stars couldn't be shot
Not by any old lot
They were meant to shine down
beauty and light
embellishing the night
with their wondrous light
a celestial delight!
The stargazers...now they
Well, what can I say?
They watched starworks at play
till night turned to day
and they then went on their way
Filled with delight,
What a sight!
Stargazer or starshooter
Tell me...
Which had it right?
Eileen Manassian
The term Starshooter is not my own. A super souper shared it with me the other day....I quite like it. Thanks!
Categories:
oohed, analogy, appreciation, poetry,
Form:
Narrative
Born in 1947
a delicate post war child
So shy was she
and nervous too
a flimsy fragile flower
who when her mother took her out
began to scream
began to shout
Her hair drew great attention
from old dears far and wide
titian with a hint of auburn
shiny and sumptuous
speckled with gold
so shy she abhorred it
old ladies adored it
as they stopped in the street
to Mother would speak
as they oohed
as they aahed
as they stroked
as they patted
ignoring the child underneath
She hated her hair
for the colour it was
and the hoards of old dears
with their oohing
and aahing
their stroking
and patting
She wanted to run
she wanted some fun
so she hatched up a plan
and with scissors in hand
she cut
she snipped
she hacked
until finally her hair
was no longer there
When Mother discovered
the damage she’d done
she screamed
and she shrieked
an attack of the vapors
sent her spiraling down
as she fell to her feet
For her beautiful girl
with her auburn hair
was now bald
not a single hair
was there
The child was delighted
no more oohing
nor aahing
no more patting
nor stroking
Over the years
her hair grew back
the shy fragile flower
she blossomed
Learning to love her auburn locks
they found her a perfect lover
This gorgeous man ~ there was no other
was rather partial to hair of red
his oohing
and aahing
his patting
and stroking
she really loved
and for 41 years they were wed
he was rather partial to hair of red...
Written 8th July 2019
I am that titian/auburn haired child…
Contest: Childhood Memories
Sponsor:Chantelle Anne Cooke
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Contest: You and yours
Sponsor:Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Categories:
oohed, child, hair, red, true
Form:
Free verse
I was a preteen when I first heard about The Beatles.
Small town girl from the country, sure we had TV
But we did not know anything about England or Liverpool.
I had never heard “We all live in a Yellow Submarine”.
I was at church camp when someone put up some
Black and white posters around the cabin.
The big city Des Moines girls oohed and ached.
The rest of us stared at each other.
They were talking about Ringo and John
As if they knew them.
Paul was the “cute one”.
George was rarely mentioned.
I thought it was silly.
But we listened to their songs day and night
Because the Des Moines girls were more aggressive
And we acted silly screaming and stuff because it pleased them.
Categories:
oohed, memory, music, nostalgia,
Form:
Narrative
ANGEL
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the red, green, silver and gold shimmering,
shaking, prodded, oohed and ahhed,
bulbs color the child’s eyes
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12/13/2019
Categories:
oohed, christmas,
Form:
Kimo
Hop-along Henry and Half-as-long Harry
harassed the sisters Hoar.
Henry had Hannah huffing,
Helen howled, “Harry! — MORE!”
“I have to have it Harry!”
“Heaven help me! He’s done!”
“Hannah has Henry’s huge one.”
“Oh Harry, I’m not having fun!”
“Hang on Helen,” said Henry
(While Hannah hissed, oozed and oohed)
“Harry’s a hunk in a hurry,”
“but my hunk’ll soon visit your hood.”
“Hang your hummer on simmer,”
“keep it humid, humored and hot,”
“after Hannah has had her whole hurricane,”
“I shall give you all I have got.”
Hop-along Henry and Half-as-long Harry
harassed the sisters Hoar.
Now Henry is half as long
and Harry is long no more.
Categories:
oohed, sexy, silly, simple,
Form:
Light Verse
The girl is magical the stars whispered to the campfire.
The campfire had never seen a magical human, so she doubted it.
Just wait until midnight the stars said.
Campfire was winding down around eleven thirty; she wanted sleep.
She was beginning to turn her oranges and reds into gray ash.
Not yet! The stars said. You will miss the show.
I am the show, the campfire thought. She was super confident.
People oohed and ahhed her most of the time.
The stars begged her to keep an eye open.
At midnight the campfire was nearly asleep. Just a few sparks.
Wake up! The stars hissed. It is happening! The campfire opened an eye.
The girl was standing on the camper, and the camper was levitating.
What is she doing? The campfire asked.
Watch! The stars said.
The girl climbed on the moon and rode away.
I guess I am just part of the show the campfire said.
Categories:
oohed, magic,
Form:
Personification
They rejoiced at my birth ~ all was laughter and mirth
While I had no idea of their value or worth
They fed me...they bathed and they clothed me
Day after day ~ Their love knew no dearth
They talked to me, sang to me ~ they oohed and they aahed
Encouraged me no end, made my life all worthwhile
Waited so patiently for me to talk and then walk
Never stopped gitchy-gooing, no matter I squawked
Took me for walks, to museums and to parks
They made me so happy ~ Life was a lark
Provided for each and every one of my needs
Lived to help and to serve me, to do only good deeds
Bought me so many things ~ I'll try to recall
My first MLB bat, my first glove and a brand-new baseball
A fireman's boots and a policeman's, assorted cowboy gear--
Ten-gallon hat, boots with spurs, badge and holster, and a capgun so dear
School was a breeze with their thorough preparation
At five I could read, I could write ~ solve arithmetical equations
Kept ahead of my class till almost age twelve
On the Sabbath they taught me what religious observance was
During high school they attended every contest I played in
Although our school teams seemed 'allergic to wins'
And by the time I was ready to head off to college
They'd ensured I'd acquired the requisite knowledge
These verses tell of my parents love for me
From my very first breath till the age of eighteen--
So it shouldn't surprise you, considering all that they'd done
That their true influence on me ~ had just only begun
May 14, 2018
Categories:
oohed, love, me, meaningful, parents,
Form:
Rhyme
She Misses His Hymn
She brood
His oohed
11/21/17
STAND ALONE FOOTLE - Poetry Contest
Note-brood, verb-worry, fret, sit, incubate
oohed, abstract noun-pleasure, satisfaction
title-since he is not in her presence, misses (play on words)
his essence, his hymns (play on words) she worries (brood)
Another goose egg.
Categories:
oohed, allusion, appreciation, happiness, love,
Form:
Footle
When I was born
Somebody might have thought, ‘he is going to bring wealth’,
It was hard to look outside
Though some might have thought, ‘he is going to be a visionary’,
I cried, I was innocent and I was well-thought-of
Someone might have thought, ’he will be famed’.
I wondered, the world so crazy -
At first breath, why they are so dependent on me?
The poor baby in me stepped as a kid
ABCDE became easy.
One plus two equals to three
Later multiplications and divisions
Ruined my vital capacity.
I gave up with arithmetic and outraged against history
I wondered and grew, why the people lived with such difficulty!!!
Earth core, landmasses, oceans made me clear
But altitude and latitude made it heavier.
Left with literature, I made it going
Yet, recitation and dictation made it receding.
Primary came out of struggles
And later in high school came with more hurdles.
Erstwhile subjects totted by unwanted hindrances
Physics, Chemistry and Bio-Logy were additional weightages.
Accompanied by curricularism
Sports, paintings and crafts became to be favoritism.
Someone might have thought, ‘his mind is full of asceticism’.
Cried with science
And accountancy gave back my smile,
Calculator and company books
Were carried for rest of the time.
Someone might have thought then, ‘he will be a quaestor’.
I was wondering, ‘what will make my profile!!!’
Confusion and complexity aroused
And after my masters
Am I heading to be Manager?
I summed up my weaknesses
And was not left with any strengths
I switched on my bulb without filament
And I oohed myself
Did I end up as a writer then???
Categories:
oohed, education, children, funny, schoolme,
Form:
ABC
There once was a lass named Bikini Rose
Curvy-swervy from her lips to her toes
The lads ah-ed and oohed
Which Rose just pooh-poohed
Due to those hairs coming out of her nose
Categories:
oohed, beautiful, body, silly,
Form:
Limerick
Tears fall from a round cherub face
Who feels her life is a big disgrace
Who feels she is just a charity case
Who takes up way too much space
Who knocked over the hand painted vase
From Italy
Because she thought she was too obese
An ugly savage beast
And wanted her life to cease
Because people liked to tease
About her wanting the last piece
Of pizza
So she decided right there and then
No more crash diets or Phen-Fen
No more envying her friends
No more rejections from men
No more carrot sticks again
She's starving
Because she hates the way she looks
And having to buy all those books
Those diet gurus are crooks
Playing on her emotions is the hook
That reeled her in from her little nook
She's miserable
All 125 pounds of her was crying out
For a way to escape right out
From dejection and self doubt
She just wanted to scream and shout
She saw only one solution as a route
Plastic surgery
Because it was the only way
To want to live another day
Without having to hope and pray
That she would not become afraid
And slit her wrists with a razor blade
Psychotherapy
So a doctor she took herself to
And guess what that quack wanted to do
Rhinoplasty her nose into
One like little Cindy Lou Who
Said he’d make it like brand new
She bought it
Because her nose was to be done
Next was her chin—it looked like a Cinnabon
No wonder she was being shunned
He said he’d spare her the dejection
and give her a neck like an elegant swan
She believed it
Next was her breasts—they needed a lift
The size does matter if you catch my drift
Your popularity will benefit
From putting some silicone in your tit
Its quite exciting, you’ll have to admit
She oohed
Because her abs and butt were a terrible blight
To leave them like that it would not look right
They needed to look taut and tight
What a plight!
Liposuction would be a wonderful sight
She aahed
Surgery was schedule for tomorrow at dawn
She didn’t see how she could do any wrong
She went shopping and bought a new thong
Her depression was gone
She felt twice as strong
Is she delusional?
The surgery happened right on time
Where’s the police-isn’t this a crime
This girl looks absolutely fine
What is flawed is just her mind
Society has not been kind
Is she to blame?
Categories:
oohed, health, life, people, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
Circa - approximately early
to late nineteen sixties,
where yours truly
found himself surly,
particularly compounded
if my parents,
where Mister and
Missus Santa Claus
played by Boyce and
Harriet Harris respectively
failed to purchase
for this sole son,
thee latest trendy
toy, sans whirly
gig, gizmo, or
fuzzy electric doohickey,
BUT NOTHING girly.
Translation: Inxs of
severe (incurable) envy
infected Matthew Scott
most pronounced, asper
quantity of presents,
the gratitude receiving gifts
meant diddly squat
if I counted less goodies,
than either eldest,
and/or youngest sister got.
This rancor kept
under (ahem) wraps
though ironically, either
sibling oohed and ahed
over some fancy shmancy
garment with snaps,
which this lad
feigned ambivalence,
indifference, or
repugnance toward getup
for young chaps.
No sooner did the
last, (and usually
biggest) boxed surprise
found these then kiddie
fingers tearing into,
when thine irritating
nasal voice didst rise
above the melee "That's all,"
or some variation
on said theme blurted out
as "FAKE" real lies
already, eagerly, and impatiently
anticipating same holiday
three hundred and sixty
five days, hence unaware
how fast "time flies"
now this soon to be newly
minted sexagenarian eyes,
those memories of innocent
naiveté, and bliss
with sentimental nostalgia
(envision: slight moisture
around tear ducts), and
aye close this poem
with reminiscence dabbed
with tissue sadness dries.
Categories:
oohed, addiction, allusion, angel, christmas,
Form:
Bio
“A beautiful car is something to be adored and if possible, restored in later years
to its former beauty. Some of your best memories it keeps.” by poet
There is a very old decrepit car.
She was my father’s “baby” long ago.
Named Jaguar D – like a Superstar -
she cruised downtown with a polished glow.
The young kids oohed and ahhed when she went by.
Unwanted now – she sits in Grandpa’s field
like a pet (once adored) left out to die.
She’s rusted and busted; her window shield
is shattered, and I bet bees made a hive
inside her engine, for her hood is raised.
Why couldn't she have been restored to thrive
and as an antique, she could have been praised.
Out to pasture is her degradation;
to be towed and crushed: her destination.
Categories:
oohed, car,
Form:
Sonnet
His blockbuster of a book,
just a huge, steaming heap
of a gobbler's gobbledygook,
praised to highest heavens
by blabbering blurb-writers
who gather in drunken covens.
At the world's philosophies
he laughed, and scribbled away
about everyone's tragic ironies
with the blazing seriousness
of one hopelessly possessed
by vicious self-righteousness.
ruefully he soliloquizes
throughout his glossy pages
about mortal whims and frailties,
the haloed, hollowed out lives
of the very rich and famous,
of lovers, husbands and wives.
amazing how they slurp it all up,
the readers just oohed and aahed,
lapping it up like sugary syrup;
awed by his own tale-spinning,
now, with the heartiest private laugh,
he's guffawing, but not quite kidding !
Categories:
oohed, art, on writing and
Form:
Terza Rima
With time to kill, I hit the zoo
And mingled with the tourists, who
Took selfies near the sea lion pool,
Behavior I’d not ridicule.
But what I did find quite amusing
And, at first, a bit confusing,
Was the focus of a crowd
Which oohed and aahed both long and loud.
It was a squirrel up a tree,
With tail that twitched for all to see;
Yet penguins, lemurs, grizzly bears
Did not attract those types of stares.
Perhaps if I lived in a place
Where squirrels didn’t dash and race,
I, too, would grin in pure delight
At such a common New York sight.
Categories:
oohed, new york,
Form:
Rhyme