Best Overheard Poems
Be careful 'bout the things you say.
Make certain how they sound;
For other people may not know,
And spread their thoughts around;
Expounding on your choice of words,
And how they saw your manner.
It's best to weigh your words, my friend,
Than pay the price of candor;
For oft when people hear some things,
They take them out of context,
And on repeating what they've heard,
They give it different syntax.
They'll weave a story from your words,
That you won't recognize,
And then just try and find someone,
To stand and sympathize;
A single friend who knows you well,
And won't believe such stories,
Is hard to find when times are hard,
And gossips compound worries;
So watch your words for they have power,
Or you'll end up in mourning,
To whom and where and what you said.
Remember well this warning.
"A FOOL GETS INTO CONSTANT FIGHTS. HIS MOUTH IS HIS UNDOING. HIS WORDS ENDANGER HIM."
Proverbs 18:6-7
(Living Bible)
Hark, father, yonder poet hath no pen.
Still, my son. Doth the feather make the wren?
Picture this: Mt. Rushmore
With its most imposing heads
Discussing certain rumors
Which the White House likely spreads.
“He can’t be really serious!”
Groused Teddy, steaming mad.
“I think he is,” calm George replied.
“He’s nuts, though, I should add.”
“There isn’t room up here at all,”
As Thomas pointed out.
“He’ll just buy the surrounding land,”
Said Abe, “without a doubt.”
“But what a nerve!” they all agreed.
“Such chutzpah truly shocks!
How could his head be made in stone
When it is full of rocks?”
I overheard
a four-year old ask his dad
why he saw the moon at daytime,
but never saw the sun
at night.
Quite unprepared,
the father pondered for a while
on how to explain the matter
with an answer truthful
and right.
I grinned, recalled
I was four, my dad fumbled,
same question, same delight,
pale moon out there in broad
daylight!
Overheard by flies on the White House wall
During Bubba's tete-a-tete with his moll.
"Order extra salami
And a tad more pastrami
Fer my pizza on yer next service call!"
Entry for Andrea Dietrich's Limerick Contest
"I'm not your pinche half-eaten
left-over burrito
that you don't really want anymore
but feel guilty about throwing away."
Either way, dude
Heartburn's coming.
I heard he gave her a rogering
Rogers mom said totally disgusting
Conversation overheard
No wonder she's disturbed
He actually gave her Rogers Ring
"My word," said the cat,"you certainly do stink.
Methinks water's for bathing, not just to drink!"
"Retract those sharp claws," the dog stifled a yawn,
"I get plenty clean when I roll on the lawn."
"So much for you dogs having a great sense of smell,"
cat wrinkled his nose and whipped his long tail,
"now you just stink like the hinges of Hell."
"Get lost," snarled the dog, "with your sense of perfection,
"you only act sweet when you want some affection."
"At least they can kiss me," the old cat purred,
"without holding their noses since you smell like a turd."
"I am Man's Best Friend," the dog said with great pride,
"and I got that way by not being so snide."
"YOU'RE Man's best friend?" the cat said with a hoot,
"I feel sorry for Man, if that is the truth!"
"Don't make me get up," the old dog growled,
"I'll tear off your head," his eyes looking wild.
"I have speed for protection,"
he stretched with feline perfection,
"and as I go now, I fart
in your general direction."
©Danielle White
Well, Father, he is a bit like ; Like Thomas, Yet he’s not even sure of his Doubt
For more than once, he’s called us out, but in his rage, the benefit of his Doubt
His Heart longs to know, how long SHE will Glow, if he must walk the road “Below”
To his Eternal World of Pain, hate, Sorrow, Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow; he will go
His Heart is here, with US, his LOVE is True and Just , the doubt in his Heart, shall Die
His LOVE is real, for still he calls to YOU , Through ME His LOVE Eternal his Wife LENORE
Lives with us, She too is Lonely for his LOVE
To be Continued
"Well, Father, he has read the Bible 6 times.
He Worships YOU : In Songs of Rhymes.
Still now, slowly up Jacob's Ladder he climbs
He has dreamt of writing the story of Heaven's Chimes"
Every Tuesday, ( After a night of drinking Heaven's Wines )
From ten until two (Lunch included), Praise and Prayers -" Rhymes "
To be Cont. (maybe)
I have doubt in myself, as if I live a lie
I pretent to be a POET, I'm sure YOU see that's a lie
I have seen the Future; Yet I Live in the Past
I am old and frail, GOD has shown me"Now,the Future, the Past"
Ok, ( "Doubting Thomas" Harry ) - Should there be a Part 2, a Part 3??
Appreciate YOUR Comments LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege...Harry
Put that thing away!
But I'm playing Pokemon!
Settle down and pray!
Of all your constant transgressions, I tire.
Yes, you're pushing it down to the wire.
I even sent you My Son
yet His work stays undone.
Must I resort to one last trial by fire?!
I overheard harsh words
between two lovers next door,
each bearing shields
of mistrust and pride
that covered the words
‘I love you’.
Their door slowly opens
and her crying issued forth
upon this neighbor near
a memory fresh and clear
of words I never spoke
‘I love you’.
After
clearing
your browsing
history, it is good
practice to do one or
two quick google searches
on ‘how to feed the hungry’ or
‘how best to reward a loving wife’
“My Cousin Joan’s going to let Danny stay with her in Toronto, Honey.”
“Toronto? What the holy hell are you talkin’ about, June? Danny’s just finished college. He’s not going anywhere. What--he’s a draft dodger now?"
“It’s all arranged, Sam. Our son’s going to be drafted. He’ll be sent to Viet Nam. He might get himself killed!"
“Damn it all to hell! I raised a draft dodger. He’s going to be some pot head hippy in Canada. Over my dead body he is! Did that pansy friend of his, Lester-that long-haired loser brainwash him? What’s going on here?”
“Don’t scream at me, Honey. It’s his decision. His lottery number’s 38. The cut-off was 100!"
“He can get the holy hell out of this house and never come back, as far as I’m concerned, that commie coward!”
“Stop, Sam, please. You’ll wake up Bobby. You’ll scare him."
“Let Bobby wake up! Let him learn what a loser his brother is. And what are you crying about?"
“It’s the holidays. All the Christmas songs and the lights. This ruins everything. I feel ill!”
“Then Merry Christmas—Feel better now?”
12/9/22
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