Best Passel Poems
This is the tale of a soul reaching out to others,
but receiving a cold shoulder wherever she goes.
Words and phrases
are misconstrued,
meanings attached
which cloud the issues
which she wishes
to address.
A passel
of jaded poets condescending;
who sear and cauterise
synapses
of intellect, and
in the
bud,
it’s
vim.
I
don’t
give
a
rat’s tail anymore.
Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2019
REPOSTED 11 July 2021 with white space added between the lines.
POET'S NOTE: The expression with reference to a rat that I use in my shaped poem, could perhaps be related to a phrase ‘don't give a dead rat’ from Mark Twain’s The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1884).
‘The Mouse’s Tale’ (which was my inspiration for this concrete shape) is a shaped poem by Lewis Carroll which appears in his novel Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Though no formal title for the poem is given in the text, the chapter title refers to ‘A Long Tale’ and the Mouse introduces it by saying, ‘Mine is a long and sad tale!’ As well as the contribution of typography to illustrate the intended pun in this title, artists later made the intention clear as well.
Categories:
passel, animal, literature,
Form:
Concrete
With hands immersed in suds and water warm,
I stand before the sink, humbled vassal,
To plates and dishes, grease and grime the norm,
My task to cleanse this polychromed passel.
Each cup I cradle with a gentle pinch,
Their curves and corners, every angle blessed,
Rinse them speckless, my soapy palm a winch,
A chore completed, my service at rest.
For though this labor at face is mundane,
It's in the simple things we find our grace,
And so I wash each dish with grateful strain,
And let their gleaming surfaces erase
The chaos and the clutter of the day,
A small but satisfying task, I say.
Categories:
passel, encouraging, humanity, perspective, power,
Form:
Sonnet
These midgit's live in a big castle.
Where getting around's a big hassle.
They looked for a way.
So that they could stay.
But the steps, too much of a passel*.
* Passel : large number or amount.
P. C. P. S. No offense intended with the use of the word midgit's. Peace. :)
Categories:
passel, people,
Form:
Limerick
A Passel of People Participated from all Portions of the nation.
The Purpose - To Promulgate the Pickle Pickers and Packers Association!
Parsimonious President Dill Presented a Pretty Powerful oration,
To Pitch a Passionate Plan for their Prestigiious organization!
Picker seminars Provided Pertinent Particulars for Participants,
Pertaining to the Proper Pampering for Perpetuating Pickle Plants.
Packer Panels Propounded ways to Perfect Professional Panache,
For Packing dills and gherkins Perfectly so that they dare not smash!
A blue-ribbon Panel Picked the Pickle Princess in all her Persnickety Pomp.
A working Party Picked the Pickle Prince and his Pompous aide-de-camp!
A Patron Provided a Plastic Plaque for the Pickle Picker of the Year.
A Packer won a Prize as top Pickle Purveyor, the Pinnacle of his career!
A quorum was needed but a Passel of People were Pickled in the Pub.
The President was Perturbed, not easily Placated, there in lay the rub!
A Plethora of Pixilated Pickers and Packers Presently repaired,
Protesting that they were Prepared to vote, not in the least impaired!
It was Paramount that the Proceedings not end on a sour note,
So the President Proclaimed a Positive quote for all to Promote:
"We must Project Professionalism and Perfection in great number,
As we Proudly Proclaim the Palatability of the Prosaic cucumber!"
Categories:
passel, people,
Form:
Rhyme
****, Vaginal or Rectal or Pterodactyl
Thee ae many things that may become fragile;
Either ****, Vaginal or Rectal or else Pterodactyl
So why to the poor only give them a passel?
While rich enjoy living in their ivory castle.
Are always some plays known as razzle dazzle
Over which I presume people get in a hassle
When performance should be on schedule
Or end up in a danger that is perpetual.
At first was abysmal as well as abominable
Became perfect play such a phenomenal
And then later we decently did admire
His igniting team setting them on fire.
Done gingerly lacked hindsight and grotesque
That put the whole team to a turbulent task
Really being rascals like caddy coaches are
Turned each team member into a rising star.
Jim Horn
Categories:
passel, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
From deep winter slumber, she slowly awakes, and a fresh cycle starts with rebirth.
By spring, tiny shoots in deep ruby red, set out to emerge from the earth.
A passel of stems grows healthy and strong, encouraging leaves to unfurl.
And young baby buds beginning to form, look perfectly round as a pearl.
Magnificent blossoms in striking dark pink, have now all begun to bloom.
A glorious show she displays every year, enhanced by her sweet perfume.
Now flowering is done, and swept by the wind, her once vibrant petals have gone.
But glossy green foliage continues to grow and lasts nearly all summer long.
Categories:
passel, earth, flower, nature, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
She has nothing to hide
She bathes from phoenix waters
Her face is a painting of emotions
Joy, fear, anger, sadness
Triumphs over lakes of unbelievable
Her body is a shrine
Of Lady of Morals
The Titans bow to her
As she waves the indigo skies
Of dreams, of reality
And the shadows of the giant future
Her eyes are gateways of Renaissance
Her mind is a Continuum
A designed power set of neutrality
The plateau of paragons conceiving passel of hopes
Her heart is a great barrier reef---
Axioms of force and compassionate forbearance
Her embrace reaches the byzantine
No myths, no scales, no bottlenecks.
She, the Gaia’s daughter
The lover of Love
The love of Love.
©Ceri Naz/ March 07, 2015
Categories:
passel, adventure, allegory, beauty, best
Form:
Free verse
Hail-fellow-well-met had hair of the dogs
A little pipped up to scare off the fogs
A sip and a trip
A night of a strip
All made Hail-Fellow a passel of hogs
Categories:
passel, fun, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
Some people hate because they do not know how to love.
I feel sorry for them; I wonder if they were ever loved.
But can I help them? No.
They have to figure out love for themselves.
It is easy to recognize these non-lovers.
Their sentences begin this way
I hate ….
I hate ….
I hate …..
I am not talking just three sentences, I am talking about
a passel of sentences; they hate all’s too.
I hate all
I hate all
I hate all
My neighbor told me that she hates all liberals.
I asked her if she has ever met one.
She said, “I hope not”.
I am the most liberal liberal I know.
I did not bother her with this.
What would be the point?
Categories:
passel, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
There was a rumor that I heared ‘bout Pete
Goin’ and committin’ matrimony—
But that’s likely as ol’ Scratch getting’ beat,
And who said it is full of baloney!
But John-Bob done says he was the best man
And shore nuff Prickly went and tied the knot—
But I cain’t see Pete wearin’ a gal’s bran’,
So I done thinks it’s just as likely not!
But lo and behold in rides ol’ Prickly
With a purty gal all strawberry blonde—
But ol’ Pete, he is lookin’ might sickly
And of his nose ring he just ain’t too fond!
Then right in front of the whole dern ol’ town,
Stoney, smilin’, he just pops the question:
“Is you hitched Pete? With yer feet on the ground?
Or is we dreamin’ and you’s still our bastion?!”
Ol’ Pete, he climbs down back to earth and yells:
“Not many call me a bastion and live!
I ain’t never heard me no weddin’ bells
And here’s a passel of advice I’ll give:
“Never jumps to them conclusions, mister,
That even your eyes may lead you to see—
Ya see this here is my dear young sister—
And all you cowboys better let her be!”
Well, all the town folk done apologized—
And there sure weren’t no ring on a finger—
But we gets to thinkin’ that they had lied
When their kisses did linger and linger!
“Well, gosh dern! That proves it!” Stoney did say,
“It’s shore nuff somethin’ that ya jest cain’t miss!
If Pete and that gal married up OK—
An ol’ married couple wouldn’t still kiss!”
So I reckon the moral here ain’t neat—
Don’t jump claims or to no dern conclusions—
Specially ‘bout the ol’ cowboy called Pete
Or you’ll wind up with just more confusions!
Categories:
passel, cowboy-western, funny, wedding, me,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
whn i lukd at u in clg passel...
a pinch of salt hs been aded im my lyf...
lyk nthin in my lyf cn ad more hustle...
dt crush and grudge hs always been a puzzle....
arm in arm our eyes gt strikd...
lyk nthin cud blame dt sexy bribe...
bt my jaws gt stuckd whn u cm n trouble..
dt crush and grudge hs always been a puzzle....
i cried a lot whn i dnt gt heard...
ofcourse its al about u my first love...
nthin cn hurt me as long as u cradle...
dt crush and grudge hs always been a puzzle....
although i knw u hv already been stolen...
dt sexy bribe hs nt been risd up n smoken...
bt my dear i also believe in gettin things riddle..
becoz i knw dt crush and grudge will alwayz remain as a puzzle...
love pari
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Categories:
passel, confusion,
Form:
Romanticism
With the onset of warm temperature
across cultures there’s a celebration;
elsewhere in the village or urban setting,
there’s fun and lovely interaction.
In the neighborhood, there’s a good vision
With green trees and beautiful flowers,
militonia orchids, lilacs and tulips,
all these are reasons to smell them.
As many shade trees like oak, maple,
pecan, pine and birch are everywhere,
skunks, raccoons and gophers are seen
in the bush that come down to search
for food and other things to discover.
Just the time to jump-start summer,
family barbecues cause to unite them;
with all the hype and exciting moment
these are ways to experience summer.
Mementos of time may have gone by
but family get-together in the backyard
recaptures the spirit of having fun,
the meaning of common good to everyone.
What a lovely day! A feast to the eyes!
when everything is green – called existence;
when pollen grains drift in the wind,
can cause even allergies that lead to affliction.
Despite these things when birds descend
when bees and wasps form a hive,
truly, an attraction to behold with wonder
a gift to all, with joy for a smiling summer.
Largely a place where one finds wisdom
awaked with a cavalcade of summer signs
a passel of people focused upon interactions
human relationships, a voyage through summer.
Categories:
passel, faith, family, food, holiday,
Form:
Rhyme
A number of times have I got lost,
trying to follow the direction of my destination;
with my map guide that serves me right,
to trace the streets and exits to make.
It’s a kind of familiarity with the place,
through navigation in the pipeline and outdoor;
goes evidently as the result of what it means,
to be on the road and be glued to one’s destination.
A passel of drivers speeds in the express highway
others drive like snakes along the way
with hardly considerations to those who drive behind them;
It’s lack of courtesy and insensitivity to those who care for safety.
Changing lanes in a safe way to do it,
accelerating in a normal speed required;
these are ways that a driver can make,
as he drives freely with caution and courtesy.
There are times when roads exhibit traffic congestion,
especially when it rains and everybody has to be careful;
flooded roads cause delays and commotion,
anger and irritation, impatience and exhaustion.
My own experience while on my way,
to pick up somebody in the airport –
like in JF Kennedy, Newark or La Guardia;
there’s always a need to allow a space
to wait as flights may be delayed.
With a sense of humor this is gonna be of help
to someone who may be caught up with regret;
While on the way it’s a question of being careful,
focused and attentive to the signs of the road.
Categories:
passel, angst, introspection, life, places,
Form:
Narrative
"1...2...3... Abracadabru, Please and Thank You!
Let The Light Turn...Green!"
Seven is a whole passel Max, not Mid,
But never shirk you did, never asked for a Bid,
Never also, we would not, you be Rid,
One O'Them, Rusty, the third floor Kid,
Lindsey was "Heart & Soul" 'til her digits did Skid,
The Rob, Brave Knave, yet 'neath a shore table Hid,
Kristie the Red "Incred" to Lee lovingly Slid,
Jen the Wren, Rambunctious Doer, her Rick Did,
Hilary, numbered John, even Lamp Lids,
Nori Pooh Bear gymnast, flipped Tom's Id,
Seven is a Duo, and How!, Plus a Quid,
All by Wooden Spoon marched, like navy Mids,
Your Caesars cut us 7 from rough Burlap
"Veni, Vici, Vids"
Written to demonstrate that post-stroke I could still write verse on Mother's Day
that was 7 yrs. ago
Categories:
passel, brother, childhood, family, mom,
Form:
Rhyme
A Wordsmith’s pen
Is mightier than the sword
For he can turn a tricky word
Into a verbal weapon
And win the day against the hoard
The words of the Bard
It’s not very hard
The turn of a friendly card
The changing of the old guard
The wicked witch is feathered and tarred
The sky above is dark and starred
It’s feeling out loud
The dancing of spirit abounds
The singing of the soul
The mind and body are whole
Although sometimes it makes no sounds
Manifestations of mental visions
Put to paper by steward, or vassal
On cotton, leather or papyrus passel
Seeing illusions and derisions
Inside the book, the bookmark’s tassel
Of words and dreams, and fantasies
Muses and fancies
Blissful and blithe
Demons and monsters, and zombies alive
Somehow the dead come back to life
Shadows and shades of torment
Ghouls and ghosts, and wraiths
Humans tear at their at the clothes and lament
And prophets forecast and forebode advent
Fortune tellers and soothsayers say
The mind screaming in pain
Devotion and emotion
Evolution and convolution
The sane are temporarily insane
The brain suffers erosion
To purify what has been defiled
Or deride what is pretentious
Celebrate what is momentous
Of the humors; blood and bile
Are both infectious
Soul speak
Affirmation of thought and deed
The lookers seek
All of those who have a need
Reap of the sown seed
Strong encourage the weak
Travels in time and place
Exploring inner and outer space
The Children of the Is
Sing the songs that were once His
Though the Old Man’s dead and gone
His legacy lives on
From dusk ‘till dawn
Memories in tome eternal
Glimpses of Heaven
Thoughts of Hades infernal
Rolling sevens and elevens
Immortal mortals
Of a limited time
Speaking in riddles and rhymes
This poem a babbling run-on thing
Pondering, wandering and wondering
A beautiful mind
It should be dismantled and dismembered
Fuses blown, circuits fried, wires unwind
The Dancing divine
When remembered…
Categories:
passel, allegory, allusion, analogy, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme