Best Paula Poems
Paula Deen the Butter Queen
By Elton Camp and María Camp
She is the butter makers’ delight
To nutritionists, she is a fright
Krispy Kreme with eggs and bacon
Great health risks are thus taken
Her bacon cheeseburger meatloaf
Is perfect if you are a gigantic oaf
For a nation that is already too fat
She sees nothing wrong with that
People who her cookbooks buy
Eat such and may too soon die
She had diabetes for three years
With no caution to change gears.
Her cookbooks flying
Right off the shelf
Likely contributing
To early death
It tastes good, she decreed!
Many folks with her agreed
So many calories, but it is so good
Eat whatever you like is what you should
After her disease she finally shared
To represent a diabetes drug she dared
Cigarettes warn, but not Paula Deen
Of butter, sugar and fat – she is queen
To “that word” she admitted use
There are allegations of other abuse
One is suing and wanting some dough
Is this former employee in the know?
An awkward apology, she did make
How many attempts does it take?
One wonders if she is sincere
Or if it is just fear for career
Whatever happens in the days ahead
Is her heyday officially dead?
Don’t be quick to rule her out
She still has pull and clout
Categories:
paula, food, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
Our Petite Fleur Paula Goldsmith
4/2/2025
Blessing other poets with compassion!
Adds chiseled words of support, in her unique
warm, heartfelt fashion!
Paula comes along, blesses our floral, poet souls!
Mon ami, thank you, for rekindling us daily to pen
Our poetic, passions!
Bon plaiser, Paula!
Pangie
Categories:
paula, appreciation, celebration, friendship, poetess,
Form:
Rhyme
all that Southern food
butter, cream, fat and sugar
look where it got y'all
Categories:
paula, food,
Form:
Haiku
Paula Deen, Paula Deen
I feel for ya' cooking Queen
Dramatic measures over a few words
Their actions seem far more absurd.
Categories:
paula, feelings, racism,
Form:
Rhyme
**Clerihew**
Paula Sinner
Here comes Paula Sinner
quick, hide all of the liquor!
Broke, leaching without a job
yet and still she is a snob!
Jared Pickett
5/23/2014
Asavvy1
Categories:
paula, art, humor,
Form:
Clerihew
Honey I love you with all my heart
Always have dear right from the start
Precious my darling, you are to me
Paula, I'll love you through eternity
Yesterday for sure, today even more
Value you more than anything in the world
Angel like darling, such a wondrous girl
Loving you Paula is such an easy thing to do
Every morning, lucky to wake up next to you
Never will my love die, just keeps on growing
Thankful I am and I want you to be knowing
Imagine kissing you every day in my daydreams
Never tire of your sweet smile that always beams
Enjoy each and every minute that we are together
Special the bond we have, will surely last forever
Down from the skies, I believe you were heaven sent
Angels and God made for me the perfect judgement
Yielded to you many years ago, head over heels you know
Partnership, over the years we have successfully built
Alive once more we became dear , without a sign of guilt
Useless I once was until you came along giving me direction
Lady I must thank you for showing me real love and affection
Attracted to you from the start, flame's still burning in my heart
Categories:
paula, love, relationship,
Form:
Acrostic
Your essence
Strolled gracefully
The alluring fragrance
Of your spirit
Titillating our noses
Forceful
Tremendous
Energy
Surged throughout your big boned frame
Leaving a residual
Trail of
LOVE
LAUGHTER
SISTERHOOD
FRIENDSHIP
LIFE
Never knowing
The true sacrifice
Of your tireless
VIRTUE
That you willed
To us
For us
We Love You
Paula...
Categories:
paula, lost love
Form:
Prose Poetry
Mean to Paula Dean
Why should we be mean to Paula Dean
To us in America is the cooking queen,
Who used a word which was a no no
I had heard from Sunny Bono and Ono.
Just because it happened to be her,
To your big brain did it ever occur
She had been referring to a Brazil nut
Found in South America often in a hut.
So instead we need to go to Nigeria;
While there did catch a case of diphtheria,
But still that certain word will not use
Or I'll be accused of English abuse.
Colloquial, word has been called by some;
This is what you say when you are dumb;
I have never been known as a perfect saint;
Worst word I ever used was one called ain't.
jthorn5656@atmc.net
Categories:
paula, humor, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
Together through destiny,
sharing life's journey.
Our love a testimony,
to souls harmony.
For the contest: Magnetic Marvel
Placement: 3rd
Categories:
paula, husband, love, wife
Form:
Dodoitsu
I got to tell you from the heart.
I've been thinking about you from the start.
Ever since I saw you laying there.
It was all over whelming.
It was all unreal.
I couldn't believe what I've seen.
It felt like a bad dream.
The sight of it all
Is something
I'll never forget.
I've got to admit,
It's a memory of you
That won't go away.
I always want to remember you,
Just not that way.
It's everyday, everywhere I go
I see you in my head.
It's the little things.
Something reminds me of you,
Just a simple memory.
Times we've shared.
Moments we had.
I go to sleep an see you,
I wake up and see you again.
It's everyday I see you.
You are in my words.
You are in my thoughts.
It's like when we were young.
You would follow me,
Whereever I would go.
Even after I said no.
Only difference then,
I wanted you to go home.
Now I don't want you to.
This tragedy
Rips my heart in half.
Why couldn't you have just stayed home.
Why couldn't you have just listen,
to the one's that care about you.
You always did what you wanted,
Never what you was told.
I should of talked to you when I still had the chance,
Maybe it would of done some good.
Its To late for that now.
I can't dwell on things that
I should have done.
I wish you were alive and well.
I never knew this would happen to you.
I thought I had years with you.
To see you grow old.
I thought I would go
Before you.
That you would be standing
Over me, not me over you.
My eyes are wide open now.
I can see better than before.
I don't take life for granted.
I take everything that I touch,
All that I see, all that i feel
Everything I do, and all that I love.
I try to enjoy every little moment
With my family and friends.
Because you just don't ever know
If I will get another chance.
If the clouds burst open,
And it starts to pour down rain.
I know It belongs to you, because it's all the tears
We cried for you.
"I've got to say this poem
Is dedicated to you,
always My little sister."
Memorys of you forever
All thirty four years.
Paula Jean Carter
7-7-1982
12-4-2015
David W Carter
Categories:
paula, death, sister,
Form:
Free verse
Paula the pangolin polished her scaly skin
Went to the market and traded her mandolin
Told the shopkeeper, “I’ll swap for a mandarin,
Oranges are a bit big for a pangolin.”
The shopkeeper gave her the requisite fruit
And said, “Would you sell me your anteater suit?”
Paula said, “It’s not a suit and I’m ravenous,
Ive got a space in my tummy that’s cavernous.”
The shopkeeper said, “But it’s fruit that you’ve got,
Unless you’re a vegan you eat bugs… a lot!”
Paula said, “You’ve just used citrus as cash,
So don’t you judge me as I do something rash.”
She headed outside and said grace to her God
And stamped on the mandarin, til it was trod
The shopkeeper rushed out in anger fuelled haste,
And shouted, “You could have at least had a taste.
“Just look at the juice as it trickles away,
I now wish that I hadn’t served you today.”
“You’re wasting good food,” was the worst of his rants
Til Paula the pangolin said, “Oh look… ants!”
Categories:
paula, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
Paula Goldsmith, you will know when I say
Always encourages us in her way
She's good for a lift
Poetry is her gift
“So have a blessed day writing away!”
Tom Woody the Poet guru
Who will never, ever lie to you
Even if it hurts
He's candid and curt
We all need a friend this true
Silent One's a talented guy
His poetry worthy to buy
He has much to write
Which is ironic-a mite
Cause If truly silent we’d cry!
Susan Ashley has a golden pen
If enters a contest she'll win
But she is so humble
So no need to grumble
She gives you a chance in the end
Do you know Beatrix Macabre?
Writes in light from a candelabra
Much smarter than most
Friends with witches and ghosts
Maybe bloody cryptic, chupacabra!
Crystol Woods is a bit unsmart
Though she excels at art
A three syllable word
That she's never heard
Causes her brain to fly apart
Arlo Parker, not much to relate
Short, thoughtful poems he does create
They don't take up much room
So we must assume
He has no need to compensate!
David Crandall is the sweetest man
Salt of the earth and a good friend
Talented and kind
Thoughtful, creative mind
And he uses words I can understand!
PoetrySoup has all kinds
Artistic and logical minds
When put all together
And we all endeavor
Talent isn't hard to find
Categories:
paula, appreciation, character, dedication, friendship,
Form:
Limerick
It’s Time to Take Out the Eraser
There once was a boy and his mom
They explored and had fun in their camper.
But the Everglades in June…mosquitoes!
It’s Time to take out the eraser!
There once was an avid fossil collector
Looking for shark's teeth without fear.
A great white swam near; she screamed…oh, dear –
It’s Time to take out the eraser!
There once was an innocent girl
She fell in love; but he was no bachelor –
So much for studying; “making her way in the world.”
It’s Time to take out the eraser!
There once was a young reckless driver
That used to be a video game winner.
He cut off a big wheeler in one-day…play?
It’s Time to take out the eraser!
There once were lovers strolling together.
Sweetly holding hands at the arbor.
Homing pigeons flew above…hundreds!
It’s Time to take out the eraser!
There once was a poet in a contest.
She wrote too many words…not a miser.
Readers of her poem did not laugh.
It’s Time to take out the eraser!
Categories:
paula, animals, funny, life, peopletime,
Form:
Quatrain
It's not my fault.
The oil just wants out!
It's no ones fault
Things happen, sludge is in the current.
I'm not to blame,
Really, I don't know!
Yacht racing brings fame
So I had to go!
You have no proof!
Who can say, who done it?
So who should fix the leaking "roof"?
BP will get around toit!
I will show no shame
I am not to blame!
That's how I roll this game!
My fifteen minutes of fame.
For Paula's contest--had to get on BP in the process!!
Categories:
paula, satire
Form:
Quatrain
My mother
My friend
My everything
I wanted to tell you that,
Your red hair,
lights up even my darkest hours.
We were not blood,
but you were my mother.
Now you’re gone
and my world is less bright.
From dawn to dusk
I cry for you.
I miss my mother
I miss my friend
I miss my everything
My mother
My friend
My Paula
“Good dreams,Sweet dreams”
I love you, Mama.
Categories:
paula, death, death of a
Form: