Best P.O. Poems
I've Limricized..' Haiku
Than Bauk, a time or two.
In verse intent, play scenes.
To prose.' not heavy of line.!
My word..! 'to grasp the time'
Its to do.! Today so seems..
In green of mango groves,
Where marmosets flex toes
Crush berry.. Daub bamboo screen,
To paint a vivid show
my wish for you to know.'
In Balassi stanza keen.
Salamat po, Ka Eduardo,
Sa inyo pong pagmamahal;
Inaakay n’yo ang tao
Patungo sa bayang banal.
Kahit mapagod, mapuyat
Ay hindi n’yo alintana;
Ang mahalaga'y matupad
Ang tungkulin n’yo sa Ama.
Ang Iglesia’y tinitipon
Sa lahat halos ng dako;
Panganib ay sinusuong,
Iniikot itong mundo.
Dama ng mga pinili
Ang inyo pong pagsasakit;
Kami‘y hindi masasawi,
Kaligtasa’y makakamit.
Walang iba pang hangarin
Kundi para sa Iglesia;
Nagtagumpay ang mithiin
Sa inyo pong pangunguna.
Sa inyong pangangasiwa,
Puso po ang nangungusap;
Kami ay di nagsasawa,
Pagsamba ay laging hanap.
Pasasakop kaming lubos
Sa Lider Pangkalahatan;
Kami na mga tinubos,
Pagsunod ay di iiwan.
Tutuparin ang tungkulin,
Totoo hanggang sa wakas;
Tatapusin ang takbuhin,
Pag-asa namin ay wagas.
Kayo po ay aming mahal,
Habang kami’y may hininga;
Ang inyo pong pangangaral
Sa amin ay mahalaga.
Dalangin namin sa Diyos,
Patnubayan kayong lagi;
Sa biyaya ay mapuspos,
Kalusuga’y manatili.
Ang Diyos ay pinupuri,
Kami’y Iglesia Ni Cristo;
At nagagalak po kami,
Salamat po, Ka Eduardo.
People tell me that I’m now a poet
I've still got a lot to learn and don’t I know it
I like to write with humour and wit
You may like my writes or think they are rubbish
(couldn’t think of suitable rhyming word here)
Some days my ideas just flow and flow
Other days my muse has a long way to go
I hate the days my brain is constipated
When I can’t find the words I get so frustrated
I need a dose of Movicol to get my movement going
Blockage will be cleared and my poems will be flowing
Other times my words gush like verbal diarrhoea
Inspiration flows like a river and I whoop and cheer
Thought I’d share this with you and keep you in the loop
You can read my outpourings here on Poetry Soup
Jan Allison
1st October 2014
Limerick: Once an upset farmer in Xin Jia Po
Once an upset farmer in Xin Jia Po*
Built farms upwards in tiers: O! Vertigo!
Produce diminishing
UFOs pilfering
Now he sows wild oats in Infierno!
• Chinese for Singapore
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
That's not MY elephant!
A spiteful conceited elephant that ran away from the circus
MY elephant provides copies of the Bill Of Rights to all 2nd graders in Macon County
Considers fund-raising possibilities of selling elephant ears at Zippy Zoo Days
The kids will bring their white elephants and we will do a Spaghetti Feed
At RATS youth ministry--Can a mouse lift an elephant?
If you want to move a heavy load you have to use force
Where would you push?
For this lesson students used a triangular piece of wood
One side labeled Rights the other Responsibilities
Drop a marble in the balance (They used a 10lb. sack of potatoes)
Its all educational
But Barbar--You wouldn't catch THAT elephant playing jazz on his trunk
Not that elephant jazz in Austin Jazz de Chang (elephant in Thai)
Playing with pink noise and changing the recipe spaghetti
Too hot for a drumstep (bootleg) from the Elephant House
While Ella singing When I See Elephants Fly gazes over Matisse
The Nightmare of the White Elephant from the jazz series
Hanging over the elephant jazz bar nu dark swing dubbles
Ella and Wave for singers a Nightmare autographed Artie Shaw
And the poet on each finger has the following written
Somebody Wanted But So Then says Clustering thats the way
To do it says Glue the stick to the hand--Fulcrum
And then gives all the brats rides on an elephant named Bubbles!
Defraudador
da humanidade
não me entregues
aos
que me defraudam
sou
etanga
teu servo
filho da sua escrava
vindo de navios negreiros
nascido do fecundo ventre
das terras negras
não,
não me entregues
defraudador
porque dentro de mim nasce
uma canção
triste da minha terra
gemendo gente escravizada
castigada de graça
meu deus
quem me dera
ser
Bana-kulu
Limericks are fun but they take over and whoa
Some days I find I don't have time to go po
Sit there with cramps
Then poop in my pants
Limericks are fun except for a mess down below
© Jack Ellison 2015
Good thing I am a former track star
Ain't got the dough to afford a car
The shirt I am wearing is on it's third month straight
That lady on the Pine Sol commercial gave me the secret to keep the smell up to
date
Now all the females think I lost my Mo Jo
They all laugh watching me run from the Po Po
Now they have several of lined up against a brick wall
An old lady says, that's him the one who smells like Pine Sol
But I am set free on my own recognizance
I just smiled and nodded, I have no idea what that word meant
It is no fun committing crimes solo
It is even less fun, having no one to leave behind when you're running from the
Po Po
I've been pretty lucky having a predetermined escape route
I decided to drop the Pine Sol and switch to shout
The women yell and laugh as they call me PS
A new scent tomorrow will leave them with a second guess
I will dye my tee shirt blue using some Tydee Bowl
Gotta go under cover and not attract any attention from the Po Po
I sit down and eat my favorite kind of sandwiches
One with just mustard and one with the sloppy joe sauce, without the meat by
Manwich
I am drinking a cup of coffee that is ten days old
I take my finger and remove the floaters and chunks of mold
I am going to the station and make up a story to get a cup of coffee to go
They tell me to get my coffee and leave, I am mad, so I shake their vending
machine and get a free pack of Ho Ho's
From now on, for my free cup of coffee, I am going to see the Po
The dazzle in lights
A Broadway moment full of entertainment being a sight
Dance numbers to get the audience and TV Viewers in the mood
Dramatics that catch you off guard, but know how to soothe
The Tony Awards has everything to prove
It’s a talent night being on the move
Hand me my Tony Award
But the Tony Awards on Sunday will be a night
For me, my Great Uncle Eubie Blake who composed the music for “SHUFFLE ALONG” is up for a Tony
However, I promise I won’t be long
SHUFFLE ALONG has hit Broadway numerous times, but it was and still is pure acting and dancing that has kept the shuffle in being no rush
But a time in not being silent in a hush
I see in the background plenty of kissing and lots of mush
The cast simply said, “Lets take our time and let the music take us back as we move laid back”
Jazz had a swing and everyone in clubs were doing their thing
Oh Shuffle Along
Jazz with a pizzazz
A wonder being yonder
On June 12, Sunday, watch the Tony Awards on CBS 2
You too will be shuffling along too.
Hey there, little Buddha,
Let me join your Mistick Krewe.
Got my jazz hand clapping.
Gonna drop the other shoe.
I strut my yo-yo yoga every doo-da day.
It get me so-so-sober in a drunken way.
Hey there, little Buddha,
Voodoo me some déjà vu.
Those saints are marching in again;
Another Bourbon Street debut.
Hey there, little Buddha,
Save me from my karma’s wrath.
Calculate my blessings;
Maybe you can do the math.
So many numb-numb-numbers,
Couldn’t feel my way.
To get me near Nirvana,
Need a CPA.
Hey there little Buddha,
Lead me down the garden path.
Those saints are here to party, boy.
This Mardi Gras make ‘em laugh.
Hey there, little Buddha,
Send your children out to play.
Pranayama mama,
Laissez les bons temps rouler.
I'll chant my man-oh-mantra
Till my eardrums ache
And clear my cha-cha chakras
With a plumber’s snake.
Hey there little Buddha,
Second line come first today.
Those saints will set your flag on fire.
Jockomo feena nay.
Two figurines fell out of the sky
Dropped from a crop duster plane passing by.
The pilot yelled, "Look out down below!",
But no one could hear, he was flying so low.
The dolls struck Li Po who was filling his sack,
Now the rice farmer lifelessly floats on his back.
He does not move, first victim of
A double knickknack paddy whack.
My life feels perfect and brand new as I gaze into your eyes, let our hearts engage
gracefully and translate loves language of purity, mental pictures of our success are
cemented into the core of my chamber of thoughts the sweetest sense of bonding with you
eternally pleases the appetite of my soul. Your force field of irrelevance seems to cast away
all my fears, unlike anything imaginable my queen is such an angelic figure, real love seems
destined to come abound I now know that elegance walks.
Sweaty Palms – Chronic Woe Renders...
Po' Whet Tick Dampened Curse = A
Worse Fate Than Death!
...of Google I now know sweaty
palms sports dignified name
known as palmar hyperhidrosis.
Here all along (meaning major
of my roam'n LIX chronological
hash tagged linkedin orbitz), this
plague constitutes bona fide
medical condition. Cold drippy
comfort! Also (minimally) re:
assuring to realize, this generic
guy need not count himself alone
in sopping wet wilderness re:
this plague. Such problematic
health condition impacts, comprises,
and affects one to two percent of
the world’s population. One
Doctor Riesfeld purportedly makes
hand over fist handsome income.
Will power alone seems a dauntlessly
futile endeavor to rid oneself of
disruptive condition. Try as I might
to put lockdown on propensity
for sweat glands (synonymous
with the term eccrine) packed
within sub surfaces of hands, fore
head and feet. As linkedin to
sympathetic nervous system,
the body electric under stress
activates glands. Profuse moisture
dripping like a faulty faucet
severely affected everyday
activities of existence since a
young adult. Frustration to
complete a simple task such
as opening a doorknob, using
the laptop, and even writing
concomitantly associated with
droplets of water soiling green
sleeves to appear near saturated.
Without fail interpersonal ambitions
hi-jacked when wet as dishrag hands
found me disinclined to experience
social rejection. Though sprung
from overactive predisposition to
anxiety, these secretory organs
get exacerbated with dubiously
honorable privilege of being gifted
with panic attacks, offers little
comfort to sill lake consolation.
That chariot keep look'in at me
Just had to un wrapp (cheops)
Most of ya'll write like a chicken Po
Don scratch
Really not that deep
Women do you at war with this country
Don even look
No more up there
There nothing up there
but stripe
Nappy -------Kinky
I don't know
What they said
O' My goodness
Now don know
Where must you stay
Babylon mommy
no mommy no longer
Get that right woman out my kitchen
Just made Shamira a star
Mail that letter off Pointblank
Don come knock'in on my
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