Best Poke Poems
He'd had a bad day, he was snapping and snarling.
His behavior, it was anything but darling.
But I couldn't shut up, be compassionate and care.
Oh, hell no, not me. I had to poke the bear.
His eyes were red coals. He sputtered and shrieked.
Sure I'd just made it worse and now he had freaked.
sigh.....
Off to the store for ice cream for his highness
and to keep my rabid tongue from some of it's wryness.
In the line before me someone was hunting for money.
My ice cream was melting, my disposition, not sunny.
Instead of patience and a rational aire,
oh no, not me, I had to poke that bear.
"Hey Lady !, we're waiting, you could let us go through"
She threw down her coins and started counting anew.
sigh...
With running ice cream, home I now went,
where old grumpy-pants temper tantrum seemed spent.
I scooped out his ice-cream, delivered it to his side.
He glanced at it , then me, and made a comment quite snide.
I could have said "sorry, it melted somewhat"
but oh no, not me, I had a different thought.
I couldn't be contrite, compassionate and fair.
That just isn't me. I had to poke that bear.
After some comments about ice cream and his weight
I bit my tongue but I bit it too late.
sigh...
So heed my advice and just be aware
when things are going bad, just don't poke the bear
Her mom has a wart on her face that grows
How that thing got there nobody knows
I looked to my wife and said
"Poke it, I think that its dead"
She said, "Stop it!, that thing is her nose"
Inspirational beauty, comes to life every spring.
The baby birds in their nest, to their mothers still cling.
The hibernating bear, still asleep in his den.
Will soon wake up cranky, so we'll let him sleep in.
Many creatures of beauty, some big and some small.
They thrive in the forest, well into the fall.
The bunnies and squirrel, the lark and the wren.
They know to be quiet, by the sleeping bears den.
But here comes a rat, with a stick in his paw.
Knowing his intent, a raven shrieks in caw.
The rat pokes and prods, the air smells foul.
They wait to hear the sleeping bear's growl.
The rat continues, along on his schlep.
The bear now awakens, poked where he once slept.
I do not recall
The bravado with which I spoke
The titillating prose
Seduction’s prelude to a poke
You spoke of love
with a lust that I understand
your heart a bloom
your derriere met my hand
I pulled you closed
my eyes nearly met yours
your bosom winked
thank God I wore drawers
Do you not see
that my passions are pure
a burning in my loins
for which water has no cure
We gazed upon the heavens
I wrapped her in the moonlight
I looked at the time
my prayers faded into night
We danced till dawn
I had answered her romantic call
I whispered sweet somethings
Before her foot procured my fall
Although gay women are attractive,
Can their love be counted on,
A chemistry that’s non-reactive,
Oligarchs of Amazon?
They face perhaps same traps that we do
Think of men as only drone,
An inverse baby kind of voodoo
Makes weak labeled sex to groan.
Where all good jobs are matriarchal
Confident they know what’s best,
A standing joke the patriarchal,
Litmus test for world unrest.
The thought’s out there this might be right on
Most know men have lost the race
Is ‘Women Better’ just a long con,
Bankrupt hyssop’s sexist’s face?
Misogynistic choices kill love
‘Death to men’ no better prayer,
While teamwork puts the hand in glove,
Seems to matter both are there.
Are women victim’s of man’s error?
Most men raised by woman’s side?
Small boys ignoring all their terror,
Little men, their country’s pride.
Men seem to rule, but die in battle
Block what festers deep inside
Then led to slaughter just like cattle
‘Free’ state purchased with their hide.
A girl I loved once had obsession
Wanted more to be like man
A mom at war with her depression,
Made this seem a better plan.
I can’t report she had much luck though
One girlfriend would beat her up
A flower dressed in man’s tuxedo
Life remained a half-filled cup.
But is it nature, is it nurture
Leads us to our confused art?
Heed dying gasp of cloaked John Bircher
Even Bible plays its part!
If life for others is what you choose
This can’t guarantee you’ll win
For life in faith means you could still lose
Doing good can still be sin!
A pig, a poke, that’s all you get,
Some joy, calamity, and yet
If God is dead, get real, get hip,
There’s sure release in death’s strong grip
As poet, I see humor in
This tale I spin, the life of men
God’s presence in man’s history
And Grace that spices mystery
For human love I know exists,
In spite of pain, it still resists
The certain coming of death’s call,
Though life be short, it is your all!
Brian Johnston
February 5, 2015
They agreed to go to their favorite hangout and cigars.
Once they were seated the waiter said that the restaurant had a deal on Italian wine.
In the beginning it was easy, turn the cold shoulder for a few days.
And that was followed by fantastic sex.
He loved to poker her and she carried her part.
But the children came and it was much harder.
They had a full house and the meanness .
The thing that bothered her most was his control issues.
And he believed he ruled over the family like a king.
She always peeked at his hands when they fought.
Whenever he was angry he would clench and unclench his hands.
He knew the relationship was over and he should have folded.
She wanted to lay all her cards on the table.
She had tried hard but when angry her face would get flushed.
They would rake in each others defects and the love died.
The high road was never straight and neither took.
He would raise past issues that were long dead and forget the progress..
He thought he was a stud but the children were his weakness.
He wanted to holdem but she wanted their best.
All she wanted was for him to ante up in the marriage.
They were both bluffing and the love weakened.
A Pig in a Poke--Cheese & Whine
A pretty girl named Mary Crary
And her sweetheart wanted to marry.
Her daddy said, “Take her
But do not forsake her
When you find that Mary’s contrary”.
There once was a big bloke of a poke
fella’s mom screw’d him if he'd cocke
Hard games still he play’d
Lil' stick not he let stray’d
went in and came quickly as a stroke
Limerick, 5 lines syllable count 9,9,6,6,9
Rhyme Scheme: aabba
Date write: 10.06.2014
Contest Bawdy Limerick II
Sponsor:Roy Jerden
not even herdsmen
can gather all the pokee's
at the dinner bell
Your Diploma is your first big step.
Knowledge is your key!
Achieving what you want in life,
and being, what you want to be!
Learning never ceases, *Poke,
though Graduation's done.
Your whole life's an education,
that has only just begun!
I couldn't be more proud of you,
I wish success, I hope you know.
Rest assured, my love goes with you,
wherever you may go!
So, step into the future Poke,
you have the qualities, you need.
With honesty and integrity,
I've no doubt that you'll succeed!
Remember the love, from Mom and Dad,
your friends and your Teachers, too!
All of these people, plus Gramma and me,
are the ones who made you, you!
Note: *Poke - My nickname for my Granddaughter,
Courtney, since she was 18 months old.
(from Disneys movie "Pocohontas"). She
just graduated from High School.
“Pig in the Poke.”
There once was a pig that liked Cokes.
He usually partied; told jokes.
One day he woke up.
Drank mud from his cup.
Then, he choked; poor pig in the poke.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 30, 2010
Poetic form: Limerick
evening spreads on
fried chicken of KFC
everlasting poke
What are we doing?
What have we become?
We are told to line up and get a free shot.
Why?
Are we doing this because it is a free shot?
Freedom isn't free
Freedom is about personal choice
Have we forgotten this choice so many have fought and died for here and around the world?
We must study and remember the past
Or we will lose all of our choices
The fog has covered us for 18 months
It is time to open the windows and scream for all to hear
FREEDOM ISN'T FREE! MY BODY MY CHOICE!
08/11/2021
Water's edge ripples...
A thirsty tongue delivers...
Pirooting with horses.
Lining up for mediocre service
At the counter for the human zoo
Waiting around like stagnant Zombies
With nothing left to chew
The lifeless agent behind the bulletproof glass
Bellows out the next number in her que
Only 82 more calls and my numbers up
Setting in place my angered mood
Finally 4 gruelling hours later
I see im next in line
Then she bellows again to my dismay
Its 5 minutes to closing time
Im called up before they lock the door
She says sir theres more info you must provide
You will have to return tomorrow
Come early and get in line.
I rendered her my best pissed off smile
And said i live 2 hours away
I had to take a day off work
And lose my needed hard earned pay.
She picked up her lunch and left her booth
Disregarding every word that I conveyed
And left me reeling like a psycho killer
With my melting point swiftly on its way.
But i left without causing bodily harm
Or going Postal to satisfy my rage.
But now i understand fully how people lose control
Once you provoke them from their cage.