Best Peg Poems
One more peg
to quench my thirst,
thirst of a desert
nearer to sea
so close to it
yet so far.
One more peg
to forget the pain,
pain of my heart
which I once
offered to you
but you refused.
One more peg
to end this poem,
a poem of love,
love that is lost,
lost in time
never to come.
Just one m o r e pe.......
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placement:10 th, (July 2011)
Contest:Anything Goes
Sponsor:Irma Linda Trevino
By:kashinath karmakar(18th January,2011)
Categories:
peg, love
Form:
Romanticism
Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate was a very evil man,
He used to eat his dinner from a filthy frying pan,
And when he’s finished eating he’d play “catch me if you can”
With his desperado first-mate known as Dirty Deadeye Dan.
Now Dan was quite a ladies man, but also fond of booze,
In bars and streets and hotels he liked to drink and cruise,
He used to taunt old-Peg Leg Pete by dragging up old news,
Like Pete had only ever needed half a pair of shoes.
One day Pete had quite enough and things got pretty scary,
Confronting Dirty Deadeye Dan whose mood was always lairy,
A sudden hush fell on the room when Pete clumped in the bar
And Dan called out: “Hey, Peg-Leg, hop on over, have a jar.”
Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate clasped the pistol on his hip
And snarled at Dirty Deadeye Dan: “Enough of your damn lip.”
The floozy sat upon Dan’s lap was dumped onto the floor
And Dan rose to his feet and hissed: “You’d best limp out the door.”
Across the sawdust, blood-stained floor they faced each other down,
And you could hear a pin drop from the other side of town,
Eyes were locked and fingers twitched and seconds seemed like days
The tension burned unbearably and shimmered in the haze.
Both men drew their pistols and both men fired fast,
Flame spat from the barrels with the bullets roaring past,
But neither man could aim for squat and when their guns were done
They’d killed two people in the bar but they weren’t either one.
The barman Blind-man Billy Bragg and the floozy Scar-Faced Sue
Lay dead as dead as doornails, as doornails tend to do,
And through the pall of gun-smoke and the mist of rum and beer
Deadeye Dan called out to Pete: “We’d best get out of here.”
And so they did, they fled the bar, and vanished in the night,
Back to their ship, The Crippled Cock, and sailed on out of sight,
Never to return to shore, and never seen again,
The rumour is they sank and drowned just off the Spanish Main.
The moral of the story is that when you draw a gun,
Be prepared to end your days always on the run,
“Or in your case, always on the limp,” said Dirty Deadeye Dan
To Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate, that very evil man.
Categories:
peg, funny, evil, men,
Form:
Verse
It lies with it's kin in the bag they live in, collectively known as a 'float',
not quite sure why that's so but there's one thing I know
and that's they've never been near a boat.
They hustle and clatter , skins not coated in batter, in different hues, green, yellow, red,
there's a blue one, poor thing with a twisted wire spring
that's unused, I assume that he's dead.
From a hook under the stairs they will come out in pairs
although sometimes they will hunt in threes
when bedsheets they attack, or their jaws may just crack
as it fights them all off in the breeze.
If encountering a red one, for sure, you're a dead one,
it nips at your fingers and toes,
and when the timing is right it's a horrible sight on the tip of a young child's nose.
I can honestly state that they sometimes migrate
not a lot, since they always get caught,
but please take it from me, that I can guarantee on washdays you are always one short.
11th April 2018
For contest 'Bring to life', sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
peg, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
I love it
When you touch me
And squeeze me really tight
You make me
Feel important
With all the warmth and light
I value
Every moment
Even if they’re brief
Getting noticed
And being chosen
Is such a huge relief
Don’t let
The skies rule you
And tell you what to do
Sitting idle
In a heap
Can be really bad for you
Don’t keep
Me in the dark
I prefer not to take a break
I’m happiest
Being out there
When integrity’s at stake
Even though
I’m weathered
Strength is my best feature
I’ve endured
Hard times before
And survived a vicious creature
But still
I’m always faithful
When I know that you are mine
I hold on tight
With all my might
To your best clothes on the line
Categories:
peg, best friend, clothes, creation,
Form:
Rhyme
i have a proud hen called miss peg
who hasn't given me one egg
she is failing to produce
i am starting to deduce
the best part of her is the leg
BITE SIZE POEM no26 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
11/12/21
Categories:
peg, animal,
Form:
Limerick
“Aye, me maties, ‘tis a stormy sea dis day
Shiver me timbers, let’s make way for da bay”
But as Peg Leg Pete slowly turned ’is ship ‘round
A great beauty on da rocks was t' be found
“We’ll save ye, lassie,” 'e cried t' da girl
Once rescued, 'e took ‘er below fer a whirl
Crew listened as Pete’s peg on da ship’s hull beat
All steamed ‘twas da cabin, a-swirl in da heat
“Argh, men, let’s show ‘im,” grunted one jealous mate
Months asea dey’d sailed wit nary one date
So when Pete thumped ‘is way back t' da deck
'e found himself aboard a sinking wreck
“Blasted mutiny,” Pete screamed, den caught sight
O' da rum-soaked crew a-rowin’ in dim light
Aboard thar rowboat ‘twas Pete’s prized treasure chest
‘is ire was raised, as ye might 'ave guessed
Seeing Polly Parrot had left da ship too
‘Tis a lesson in dis, a sad one but true
Pirates who choose t' make love t' a beauty
Oft’ find thar mates abscond wit thar looty
Categories:
peg, funnyme,
Form:
Couplet
When Peg laughs like Liz
deep woman-hearted laugh
eating beef jerky on Mesa Verde
the good hearts and smarts of women
come back to me, not guessing
any better than they at the time what love
meant, leaving them behind in sandstone time
going to my own cement, sandstone
or good mountain grave
having seen the sharp-shinned and sparrow
hawk flying and at rest, not at peace,
seeking prey from a ponderosa snag.
I left my woman behind to float
alone down the long canyon for feathers
and signs, she's making camp
the moon half full, the sun half high
sky full of planets birds and stars
I look up from the rocks
elements
housekeeping, thinking
love that's learned to love
from earlier loves
laughs remembered, heard
in the laugh of the woman who is my wife.
Categories:
peg, bird, deep, heart, love,
Form:
Verse
Absolute is her adorable attitude,
blessed and bestowed with a burning benignity,
city girl caught within life’s calamitousness,
darling to all that dare dote upon her. Naked!
Economize, be efficient, enthuse she must,
Fight! For her felicity. Feel! For those whom fall,
groping gouging with a grotesque gravitation,
hold on to her hospitable habitation!
Indurate through incest! Injured through inurement,
justice she seeks, a juvenile Judy no more,
kicked by society, knackered by its keepers,
laminated personalities lost in love!
Morning time! Brings the sunlight, the mist the misery,
Nymph nurtured by noble, just to serve motley men,
Org*sm Cried off, just an opaque memory,
primate pants, within the woodland glen!
Quaint in monthly quarantine, desire still to quell,
rebellious rivals, rustic, but youth on side,
sanctimonious salutations satisfy,
the test for technique, tediously still apply!
Unable to command usage. “Utensil spent”
Valuation decreasing via vulgar gent,
wise mind, weary body responds to the wanker,
xquisite flame soon xtinguish by the banker!
Yet she that lived in yonder past, youthfulness yielded,
zero hour approaches. “Erotic zone no more!”
because of censorships some words had to be removed or changed.
© Harry J Horsman 1993
Alliteration and Abecedarian poem
entered into A Poet Destroyers 004 contest
Categories:
peg, life, sad,
Form:
Alliteration
Forever the square peg
seeking entry into the round hole,
the smart kid pushing
when the sign says “Pull”.
wandering in the midst
of the hurried,
a dreamer adrift among
those who think themselves awake.
Viewing through the unfiltering eye
of betrayal, the betrayers,
spiritual “Madoffs”
pontificating Ponzi schemes,
promising fulfillment -
for themselves.
Square pegs do not “roll”
through life, varying
speed to meet conditions
they are more suited
to building, stability,
strength, stoicism.
They often appear lost,
disconnected from, apart
and yet “a part of”,
yet somehow lost
in the “wall-less” box
of the seeking mime,
captured in the swirling
eddy of the twisting flow,
contentedly discontent
purveyors of optional
disillusionments. Lost
in the mediocrity of
the moment, lingering
in the rippling foam
of a receding tide.
Wandering Frost’s
“road less traveled”
rejoicing in the touch
of a snowflake, the joy
of a sunflower, the edginess
of a square peg
forever lost.
John G. Lawless
2/5/2016
Categories:
peg, identity,
Form:
Free verse
I insisted the jubilee amiability
to stir up with twilight-ed spirit
zeal of desires aroused
as the silverly rays crowned me
to pour out the gilded spirit.
Earstwhile crimson years
With some bichrome days
My glazed tumbler seems to reflect
those moments
as the sound of slopping gilded spirit
sloshed the bottom spattering the glazed ambiance.
I greeted the slushing club soda
to blend with its own felicity of bubbles
dribbling over the gilded spirit
to rebel the jubilee amiability.
Invidious comparisions of consequences experienced
now the encumbrance of responsibility that blazes
as I perished my own dreams.
I acompanied the thought lighting my cig
Smokes drifted alike my reveries.
I held my gilded spirit inclining to my thirsty lips
The gilded sip boosted me
Out from those obsessed incumbency.
I accompanied with a prepraration of pomfret tandoori shrimp
to spice up the gilded spirit
with slurp sounds that spieled again and again.
The jubilee amiability acquainted with
some imagery hot babes
keeping aside my eternal love for few moments.
My vision evinced bit of dizziness
As I imbibed the whole gilded peg.
The zeal of the twilght-ed spirit
That crowned me against my solitude passing jubilee
I was inspired by my own amiability
As if I was adorned with my Gilded Silver Jubilee Peg.
Categories:
peg, happiness, imagination, inspirational, life,
Form:
Free verse
I'm a Lemon-Drop Vodka Martini
You are refreshing healthy Green Tea
You are cautious, resistant, frisky
I am feisty, playful, risky
I am rough country, loud voices
You are smooth jazz, soft noises
You are a sitting, talking sweet lyric
I am a standing, dancing free spirit
I blossom in excessive stimulation
You desire quiet contemplation
I crave social places where I can be free
You crave something more low-key
We don’t get each others personality
We merely accept the others reality
Defensive, marching to our own tunes
We release the past, mending wounds
Where I am happy, you get dizzy
Where you are happy I get uneasy
Let go the idea we were meant to be
Accepting fate, ending fantasy
You were the key, I was the lock
It did not fit, you had to knock
Square peg, round hole
Even writing took its toll
Lesson learned in less than a season
Knowing we met for a good reason
Hearts were healed, growth was gained
Glad our friendship still remained
Categories:
peg, friendship, introspection, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
I once knew a pirate named Meg
The poor girl had only one leg
So I carved a prosthetic
But it looked so pathetic
That everyone now calls her Peg
Categories:
peg, humor,
Form:
Limerick
...inspired by 'The Average' by W.H. Auden
From scant beginnings, and of lowly birth,
bound to tractor pull and harvester,
squinting in the sun and pouring rain,
imagination lost, his soul would fester.
Smothered by his parents' love, he saw
no future plan, his for the taking,
how could he repay their strong affection,
find his own true path? his heart was breaking.
With no connections off he went to college,
wit insufficient for the trials ahead,
apprehensive as to how his time be spent.
Surrounded by a higher breed he felt displaced;
too much for this young country lad to bear,
to be anywhere but there, he didn't care.
Categories:
peg, angst, writing,
Form:
Verse
8/10/17
Regardless of if you already have it made
Since you're the one to blame
For innocent lives being slained
I'm going to sweep you off your feet, no matter if you get a broken leg
Knock you down a peg
With you I would never trade
Or give you aid
I'd watch you struggle, as you beg to be saved
Before you drown down below ocean waves
Just not one in the same
Cut you with a blade
Burn you with a flame
Throw a live grenade
At you without delay
Don't be afraid
Because your life is starting to fade
By the way
You are not brave
It's a shame
You couldn't appreciate all that was gave
To get to where we are now on this very day
No need to explain
Or for me to behave
Time to take out my rage
Until you are in the grave
Knowing I may or may not come out unscathed
Categories:
peg, dark, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
DREAM BIG, NEXT TIME, DREAM BIGGER.
CAPITAL BITTER HILL GURU BEAST.
CAMILLE IS NOW A STATE OF MIND.
MEG, PEG, SLAY IT'S A DIFFERENCE.
DON'T PUNISH THE PRISIONERS, AND
OUR ART OF WAR, POLITICAL PRIZZI'S HONOR.
NEXT TIME PEG HAVE A LEG HERO.
DESPICABLE US, DOUBLE DARE, SECOND
CHANCE AT LIFE. STAY WITH THE ANN LIVELY,
MINORITY REPORT.
SUNG SHI GU FU.
PEG'S NAME ON A MEDALLION.
MATTER STAYED BLACK.
PEGASUS LIVES ON, WHAT OUR DREAMS HAVE COME TRUE.
BE MINDFUL AND THOUGHTFUL WITH WORDS PEG.
NEEDLING OF THE RICHTER SCALE, BALANCING THE THREAD.
EQUILIBRIUMS ADJUSTED INTO FALLEN TEETH.
PEG MISS PEARLIE CROWNED WITH GOLD.
ENTANGLING THE WAY THE ROOT GROWS.
Categories:
peg, art, discrimination, prison, rap,
Form:
Free verse