Best Ped Poems
S - she played like an accomplished musician
T - throughout the whole of the audition
R - receiving a standing ovation after an
A – awe inspiring performance that
D - delighted all, audience and judges alike with
I – impeccable timing and pitch whilst
V - veritable charm seeped from her fingers that even
A - angels would be jealous of, an awesome
R - rendition of unforced precision which
I - in spite of her tender age, was beyond
U – unexpected and all she gave was a
S - shy smile not realising her potential
Message is a quote by Heinrich Heine
09.01.21
Contest: Message in Acrostic 2
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Categories:
ped, child, music,
Form:
Acrostic
Finely chopped Basil atop red tomato bisque
A soup as fine as a sweet kiss from tender warm lips that risk
Licorice scent adorns lean beef and carrot stew
Like sweet surrender to a love that recently renewed
Green glowing chopped chives dancing in butter alive
Alluring adorable lover dance 'pon motion thrive
Tasty heavenly honey mixed with Cajun spice
A little sweet with spicey desire sexy sugar nice
Like food love tempts all senses and brings to them life
Romance steps softly to lead the way to taste spice twice
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: Alliteration, Assonance, Consonance Couplet Alphabet
Written: December 12, 2013
Couplets in Poulter's Measure
12 syllables first line/14 syllables second line
Categories:
ped, love,
Form:
Couplet
I love to rise on a summer morn
And feed the game birds old stale bread
The distant hunter sounds his horn
Takes sharp aim and shoots them dead
Oh! What delicacy
To go to work on a summer morn
A job I do without a fear
A calling for which I was born
But for reasons still unclear
Perhaps because the mines are near
Ah! Then at times I drooping sit
The coal mines drain me of my power
Soot covers black as night
I'd like to sit just one more hour
But it's time for bed I'd better shower
How can this little parakeet
Sit in a cage and sing
The creature that the gases beat
And that shall soon my stomach meet
What a shame but such a treat
O! Father and mother when buds are nip-ped
Though my strength be blown away
I'll enjoy the beers I've tip-ped
And think no more this weary day
Work tomorrow? Oh dismay
How shall the summer arise with joy
Unless perhaps vacation's near
A small reprieve which griefs destroy
What's holding up my round of beer
I hope it shows sometime this year
Categories:
ped, parody, summer, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
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Patrick Kail
Long ago I lost a precious thing that used to lift me up as it lifted burdens shouldered with it's way of
tender holding .How barren now that what has left it's mark to shame us .Just in a role and this acheless
rage so apt a trick it lies alone as so in many ways reaching each as it denied us. Tertiary paid in knowledge
first an icon green so paramount.Strip ped barren now and left us naught but naked thoughts of whats
spilled a path while denying everything but woe to us the wickedness to whats yet still left so easily still
wanting.
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Patrick Kail
Love Fast Run Far
by James P Kail Wednesday April 17th 2013
Like · Edit · Apr 17 at 3:56am
Categories:
ped, absence, betrayal, girlfriend, heartbroken,
Form:
Narrative
Our appetite wanted more
Bun and cheese, or potted meat sandwich
They were handed out all in a row
From his small room
Its front door slightly ajar
One unbelievable
Kind hand, fed more than four
Reginald led the way and spoke
"Mr. Drummings, yu hav anyting?"
It was rare not hearing locks unlocked
The ringleader was mostly welcome in
Four siblings, four sandwiches, one hand waving us on
He would feed himself in silence
Inside, where
Some unspeakable spirit lurked
Hunger was no joke to Reg. and us
His role of self-reliance
Modeled after same sex
Granny, and Papa, and Mama had no clue
One afternoon, it was just Reg. and I
In the twinkle of an eye, this opening
My stomach gnawed and caved
A chubby hand shooed me on with a wave
I walked toward St. John (our Primary school)
Felt a sudden sickening lonesomeness
Later, much later
The old man lived
In backyard he dwell
Beside body builder's home
His small wooden abode, seemed enough
It sat humbled, beside Reggie's concrete home
Was the old man eased, from his burden?
*
Categories:
ped, brother, food, giving, introspection,
Form:
Bio
These humorous lines were inspired by
Viv Wigley's "Food Fight" contest.
Could not resist the temptation:)
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Lettuce pray before eating.
He likes rabbit, but can’t stand hair in stew.
A carrot is worth its weight in gold.
To lam a lamb? Terrible!!
Is it wise to pare a pear before eating?
Chopin onions – not musical but certainly tearful!
The bull’s life is at steak.
Cross my heart said the honest brussel sprout.
The pig was too thin...that saved his bacon.
Wearing a bird costume sent me raven mad.
Buy caviar from stir gin’s row.
The servant was maid to eat umble pie.
She could hardly talk after eating hoarse meat.
He’s wrapped up in his food.
Humbug! This is apple sauce!
Excitement in the kitchen – fat in the fire.
A flounder struggles to walk. It’s flat footed.
I enjoyed my drink – pleased as Punch.
One look at the dessert...I scream!
Take the guilt off the gingerbread.
I invited the golfer to high tee.
Take your plaice at the table; we’re eating fish today.
Open the lid and reveal some of the meat.
What a pity! The gobbling turkey had a lump in its throat.
The peacemeal destroyed our friendship.
Make no bones about filleted fish.
Next time just ask for dessert; don’t mince words.
Keep your eye on the roast, or else it will go to pot.
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Placed 3rd
© 28th December 2017
Categories:
ped, food, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
when another (anointed as lady lucky)
resident renter bequeathed her bed
prior to that good samaritan deed thyself and spouse
slept on the floor like dogs dead
tired from another day acclimatizing ourselves,
especially when tummies got well fed
and grudging adjustment per lying supine upon the carpet
did upon arising found aches and pains from head
to toes, yet financial shortcomings disallowed this Jed
eye wannabe to defer attending domestic chores,
cuz ma whole body felt like a Led
Zeppelin, and matter of fact oft times,
thy body electric,
though lacked no evidence of disease NED
for short, I near felt a need to relearn basic motor skills,
gingerly, and eagerly reached for
performance enhancing drug i.e. PED
which coded identification
exemplified the a rich color of red
this (and other) prescription medication
(about a half dozen total found me to sleep akin to a Ted
dee bear, many instances of snoring
thine wife claimed emanated –
probably no more than when we wed
if memory serves me correctly
twenty plus years a husband aye attest
and find peace of body, mind and spirit
most exuberant and best
cherished, when hen pecking wife (yup, this husband
got pecking, pock, puck size marks
to vouchsafe his sworn statement)
some visible on my slightly flabby and hairless chest
and if traced with a ball point pen,
the shape loosely resembles mount Everest
with evidence of what appears to be erosion,
but actually evidence of wifely cannibalism –
viz zit on par as with an unwanted guest
which at first found this pop (sic) hull
averse to share the same firm mattress lest
she arise like a flesh eating zombie
during the wee hours of the morning and taking nest
ling to another level, whereby teeth
and scratch marks sure testament asper a pest
stiff ferrous mate, this husband would sooner bid adieu,
letting fate guide terrestrial quest
that might incorporate undergoing
the electric kool aid acid test
perhaps buffeting this corporeal essence north west
or maybe the unforeseen sojourn
would spirit thyself to a distant alien nation
one where each day of soundness of mental, physical
and spiritual growth will be reason enough
to celebrate with élan and zest.
Categories:
ped, angel, blessing, friend, health,
Form:
Free verse
(English and Klingon versions)
As cold as it gets on Planet Zero
Light years away from home alone
Crystal clear diamond mountains glow
Over jagged black landscapes of granite
A green sun emanates illusions of blue
No warmth in winter or light to speak of
Grows dimmer on the backdrop of space
Spacial planes seem more remote than usual
So far away from Earth on the distant eye
Frozen corners of the sky aim correctly
Though inhabitants are hard to find
To appreciate the beauty of nature
And what life hides behind the stars
Just out of grasp is Christmas
In a foreign part of space called Earth
It turns in every corner of the universe
As children listen on a distant path
The past, where time stands still on snow
Just to find Jesus at peace in a galaxy
Far away from home and gone to sleep
(Klingon versions)
Christmas DeSDu' mach chuq
Hoch bIr law' Suq 'oH yuQ pagh
tayqeqmey'e' lutu'lu'be' away from juH nIteb
qut HuvchoH Separ HuD wew
rIn qIj landscapes granite jagged
SuD illusions emanates SuD jul
qaStaHvIS winter wov jatlh pagh warmth pagh
HoSchoH dimmer poHmey backdrop
spacial planes law' vI'Iprup Hop puS motlh
Suvmo' away from tera' mIn chuq
Qeq taD 'er'In chal correctly
pagh ngan let Samta'meH
moch appreciate
'ej De''e' Hov So' nuq
neH jIjatlh 'uch christmas
tera' pong neH nov 'ay' poHmey
qaStaHvIS 'u' Hoch 'er'In tlhe' 'oH
Hoch path chuq 'Ij puq
qa' jIH, nuqDaq Qam poH reH peD
yeSuS Samta'meH DeSDu' roj neH qIb neH
Hop Ha' vo' juH 'ej yIjaH Qong
Categories:
ped, appreciation, celebration, christmas, god,
Form:
Free verse
"Who are they, anyway..."?
My father would say. I could have argued,
there are different, many theys:
they might shape you with the delusional screams of their hatred through their words,
the language of their body;
they might mold a bi-ped shade of night colors.
Joyce Carol Oates entitled one of her novels "Them", written in 1969.
A saga that begins in the 1930s.
That ends in 1969, with the infamous, historic riot in New York whose sparks lit a sense of injustice, righteousness in the participants/victims.
The novel's characters propel forward
with their primitive need to survive,
and they are white, poor.
They have uncrontrollable, external forces poking, sometimes punching them,
for their poverty.
The violence of others cuts into the segments, the fragments of their lives.
As if one or others are piecing together a jigsaw puzzle that is of a person and all his traits.
The violence of a man who abandons
his family, instilling anger in the children.
They despise their father,
who helped their mother nurture them.
Their inner flames become ashes
that settle and cling, unable to be loosened
and shed. It is as if they are breathing chalk,
when they remember, a portrait of a family
in a deep dark blend of acrylic tints.
The desperation in the wife,
so she has to bend to the Earth
to grapple..with her body.
Her son grows up, battling
through scenes of injustices, his stoked, simmering rage erupting with the fires,
the burning of the 1969 riot.
Their anger was tossed to torch their homes,
reflected in the dusky sky,
the orange-red-gold blaze of the Sun
a blood clot bursting over a Community
that will bleed throughout the next several generations..
another Sunset, really...
"Who are they, anyway"?
Categories:
ped, absence, age, allusion, america,
Form:
Prose Poetry
BEAUTY INNATE ATMOSPHERE EARTH’S EDEN-COLLABORATION
To exalt admiration;
Freedom grain soils;
Magnetic fascination;
Kin to emancipation;
Father of nature tolls;
Charismatic, elfin, enchanting, fed;
Soil gathered structure particles- ped;
The physical world collectively;
Substance, character, identity;
A connection internal;
Stirs emotions supernal;
The universe, the cosmos, natural forces;
Amidst mankind’s-humanity divorcées;
Alluring the breathtaking beauty of nature;
Temporal placement for all God’s creatures;
Beauty innate the atmosphere, nature is unparalleled;
As we feel deeply compelled;
Provokes intoxication;
Eden gardens diversities natural-nature spells;
AFFINITY WITH NATURE
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Categories:
ped, analogy, earth, engagement, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
There’s nothing more beautiful
Than a native song
A native dance
We move to the beat
Made wide the door
Pulled open the sash
To the simpler things
We can treasure once more
An ethnic custom
A traditional meal
A friendly smile
Crossing over the miles
From someone you knew
Once long ago
There,
With you still
Smiling down upon you.
December 12, 2020
Party Folk Julia Ward
Categories:
ped, beauty, celebration, meaningful,
Form:
Rhyme
7/18/21
Foot on the gas ped
Often I went fast and sped
Then crashed and bled
So there was a lot of red
Occasionally got torn up and shred
Of course, could've done it differently instead
Does no good to pretend
Got to keep on maintaining tread
While way out in the fen
Felt dead inside, would I ever live again?
Saw it through until the bitter end
No message I'm trying to send
Ain't going to budge or bend
So don't try to condescend
Because you won't be able to comprehend
Don't believe everything you read
F*** all that s*** that him and her said
Always stupid drama over bread
People quick to lose their cool and then their head
Next thing you know it's either them or the other that is dead
Got little after fulfilling my pledge
It's still B.S. on either side of the hedge
What made me condemned?
Hanging on by a thread
Always standing atop a ledge
And on the edge
Feeling closer to the end
Go ahead and allege
Typical for ladies and men
Been occurring since way back when
Wishing that you would drop dead
Foolishness led to the death bed
Had it all a house, money and a wife that was a redhead
Many best friends
But shorter than expected I met the end
Never know when to keep quiet
What a hoot and riot
Putting it out in the open instead of keeping it private
Humans these days are far too biased
So obsessed with prices
Far too reliant on appliances
And devices
Coming in all forms, shapes and sizes
Spreading like a virus
The cause of a crisis
Is it all truly priceless?
Does no good to be indecisive
On either side of the horizon
Could lead to becoming lifeless
Categories:
ped, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
I want to be a part of this, and also accepted, everybody says I’m smart, there is so much in my head, my brain is light as air, while my heart is heavy led, and the world is full of color, but I’m only seeing red. I just want you all to know, I never wanted to be dead, everybody eats their own, and I’ve already been fed, I am no such thing as crazy, I can live without a med, I was running in a race, and I finished with one ped. I am sitting at a feast, but its only filled with bread, please just let me calm me down, no I do try not to tred, I feel bad for everything, I take back what I just said, I pretend that life is fine, but I fall apart instead. People tell me stand and fight, but I have already fled, I belong in an asylum, now I am strapped to the bed, two years I’m still alone, all the tears that I do shed, and my mind is filled with wonder, while my heart is full of dread.
Categories:
ped, art,
Form:
ABC
wing my loss) if grim reaper
came for das scribe as skew
ward poem attempted to infer, now
circling back to your queue
ped ditty linkedin with aforementioned
poppycock poo poo
merely a hypothetical premise aye drew
if my unexpected demise took place
husbanding half a motley crue
(ideally such unexpected tragedy
ideally tubby quick and painless)
without war ning, via internal bombardier
in tandem with luft waffe.
Sorry for rather somber tone -
but this psychological state
of yo dough less bro
affected by his reading,
autobiography coup (now, no idea titled tract)
d’état of Abraham Lincoln -
the author drew
my rapt attention (american history
strong interest) – whereby
past, present n near fee var few
chore wrenched with both
prized progeny persevering
(as they should) a path to hew
of their own making,
which steps toward emancipation
(worthy proclamation) for gentile or Jew,
these kindred (chromosomal byproducts
from countless chanced
genetic dice throws)
perhaps n uncle or aunt a bit loo
knee, perchance dna housed new
bile queen of the nile,
where (August) Caesar
didst hotly pursue
anyway....yes, lives of
deux darling daughters
un wii ting lee triggered flashback,
when self worth equaled zero
tricked, replayed, and generated
mine horror silent film
to rewind at nadir total fall out,
when anorexia nervosa did stew
underscore ring (four decades plus…) true
value of this moment colliding
with elapsing squandered
youth in rear view
mirror, unseen only
by ma doppelganger,
I now close with whew!
Categories:
ped, 12th grade, 7th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Image of Clock Time Second provided by Pixabay
Just A Second Of Your Time
I suspend clung to optimism
apprehend channeled coupled
the uplift swing of the pendulum
exhilarated wholeness, subtle
for complete I, a task begun
trice's, thinks, terms, tic-tocks
of spring dawn unto wintry dusk
calendar masters a world runs
I am off, never lost yet must
nefarious filters ghastly whims
if finding myself out on my limbs
hourglass greets my gold dust
as serenity achieve the ones
each to their specific ambition
no audacity or deciphering dons
an ephemeral interest position
I sensed a serpentine easily
nonetheless, ensure measures
downing dawns a grin treasured
close up a swung ped breezily
a sec ends, repeat escapism
2021 May 26
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (JUN 3)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 June 02
*8th Place*
Time
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke: Judged 2021 May 27
Categories:
ped, time,
Form:
Rhyme