Best Pound Poems
Ten pound weights,
of encouragement,
uplifting smiles,
curl,
extend,
as fingers unwind,
and
romanticize.
Felicitous lips,
the story of joy
explored
with
double dutch
jump.
Flickers of
childhood light,
that of
a born again
saint.
Cash into my hands,
at Christmas time,
as my smile
made her smile.
I passed on
the bills
to my child,
who needed it more.
Pass your smile
around the world;
the pine lit up
with ethereal light.
Humans
can be rich
and kind.
Before morning sun was dressed for the day,
the white noise came and shook the darkness,
like swells swinging ships on the French Passage,
cargo ships before the engine was pulled
from the womb of modernization
Before the day break open the citadel of night,
leaving weak traces of dark shadows in small crevices,
the darkness was crowned with gold and diamonds –
stars gazing on eastern isles
The sand storms came from Arabia
and we walked with our eyes closed
The Atlantic rocked ships like noisy babies,
the white surge broke like whips,
pushing salt in our wounds,
and we prayed to the God we’ve forgotten,
but he must allow our curse to come to pass,
it was written of us
Souls were thrown in the locker,
as we were dragged westward
On rigid eardrums I play this song
Do not be diabolically deceived by this entity called ‘Love’, and the Blue Jewell we call Earth. For both of them work in unison to capture their prey, like a Venus Fly Trap. Some will die a thousand deaths, before a pound of flesh must be given to escape their succulent snare. As we are being dissected by vultures beneath a brilliant blue sky. Holding hands in the park before the unforeseen quenching quicksand, as it hungers in the distance. Fallaciously fornicating…to release more life, a pound of flesh must be served. There are many piercing pleasantries that excite the exotic eye, each to allure its victim, as we watch the clouds caress the mountainous view. To whom the bells toll, a pound of Flesh for your soul…
why does love exist?
for only to meet its death
under the blue sky
April.27.2019
Pick A Title, Vol 4
Haibun Poetry
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
4.) Pound of Flesh
Placed 1'st...Thank You
THE POUND
He looked at me with cautious eyes
As I walked by his cage
The white whiskers on his face
Attesting to his age
I wandered down the row of strays
Looking at them all
In hopes I'd find the perfect one
And ones homelessness forestall
There were several that I liked
Most jumping at their gate
Telling me how much they'd like
To escape their current fate
But somehow I could not forget
The old guy by the door
He wasn't cute or young or spry
There was something more
I went back and took another look
While he just sat and stared
As if to say I can't believe
That maybe someone cares
There was a sadness to his face
That stirred something inside
I knew he'd traveled rocky roads
Before being cast aside
This is the one I told them
He's going home with me
Put a collar on him
And I'll go pay the fee
And as I took him home that day
I knew right from the start
I had gained a faithful friend
And he had claimed my heart
Placed 2nd in Francine Roberts Pick A Pet contest
dollar for each pound you weigh,
many angered up at this
largest woman there, most kind
she was worth her weight
Finn and Mcgee
went fishing once more
With the money they saved up all year
They rented a cabin
up by the lake
And filled it with fish bate and beer
For two weeks of fishing
They made it their mission
To wake up and start at first light
With poles in their hands
They hardly could wait
For a big fish to come up and bit
Day after day
They fished and they fished
but barely got even a nibble
Then on the last day
McGee caught a trout
That apparently wasn't so fickle
Now on the way Home
Finn said " McGee
You Know what this fish, has cost you----
---A thousand Quid"
"Well Finn, if it did
Then I glad I didn't catch two"
Her first mistake
while baking cakes
was flavoring one with rum
Her headache pounds
and she found
some crumbs
around her chin
The cake is done
but she wonders now
why all the rum is gone
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3/9/16
Just a thought for fans of Kdash,
K was outed by Dog named Snoop.
Video jus called her garden tool trash,
alerting brothers, he shovels the poop!
For the Chastushka contest.
Hardly political but Snoop really reflected upon the “culture” of K.
Props to Snoop Dog!
A burger with fries are fit for a king
But it's not gonna lose weight you big ding a-ling
For a slimmer bod
Give a negative nod
To junk food and wind up a 98 pound weakling
© Jack Ellison 2015
A simple poem of time that test the time of rhyme
ok lets begin
it starts with a blow of wow
and a kiss of ahhhhh….
an unfamiliar sense of originality
and a familiar tone of humility
the writing of words must resemble meaning
inspire zones inside you
and lose the texture of sound
pure to the ear as truth
your answer to the question has been found.
a simple poem of time that test the time of rhyme
a King
withdrawn from his creator
destined to be forgotten
inhales the waft of complacency
omit
smile
laugh
vagabond
traveling to be alone
i have lost myself
inside myself
where has she gone
her secrets are inexhaustible
call her by one name only...
Time
puppies in a pound
barking as people pass by
so many choices
"Look at me! "Look at me!", they all seem to say.
"Please won't you take me home with you today?"
Little ones, big ones, fat ones, skinny ones,
young and old, shy and bold - they all want a home.
Hello there, my four-legged friend.
Would you like to come with me?
To give you a home is what I intend,
and I am sure we will come to be,
the best of buddies, you and me.
11/15/15
The city of New York wants to reduce the security guards at their agencies
Penny wise and pound foolish is what they’re coming to be
To try and save less than .05% in a budget that’s in the billions
To put a wrench in the safety and well-being of a city of 10 million
If’s there’re no security officers to watch over the DEP water sheds
What’s to stop terrorists from poisoning the water and thousands being dead?
If there’re no security officers at the DHS shelters
the situation could be dire
As you won’t have enough personnel on hand
to warn the clients when there’s a fire
If there’re no security officers at the Human Resources Administration sites
Who would be there to protect the workforce in the event of a fight?
Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes
to our children’s safety and well being
If there’s no one to adequately clean the schools
a major outbreak we might be seeing
Penny wise and pound foolish in regards to the City’s financial resource
Trying to save a few pennies while pounds of dollars
will be in litigation in the courts
If someone is hurt in a fall it’s the city they will sue
If someone dies in a fire it’s the city they will sue
If a worker is assaulted on the job it’s the city they will sue
So I ask New York City leaders, what are you going to do?
Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes to New Yorker’s safety
It’s time to stop all this nonsense and keep the school cleaners and security
Eastern dam
A vast expanse of
Captive water
Long grass and reeds
Marshy acres where
Where the dike’s inadequacy
Overflowed
The hoarse call of
Mating geese
On flighty wings
Ducks plummeting
To a watery landing
A gilded Teal
A fledgling Heron
On awkward limbs
A Meadowlark
A Whippoorwill
Sweet breeze caressing
Gentle doe
Knee-deep in swamp
Gazing intently at
Shadowy rider
Perched contentedly on
Looming horse
High on a distant hill
Near Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan 1968
Smell the bleached floors
Nothing but people swooning
Puppy in a cage~
Might sound boring to some..
But my favorite dessert is my Mom's
fresh out of the oven pound cake..
As a child I remember winter afternoon's
playing in my room..
The aroma would travel from the stove
to the stairs..
And whatever you were doing you would
drop without a care..
Fresh out of the oven and so warm to the
touch..
A sliver cut as the slice would stick to the
knife so much..
The best would be a scoop of vanilla ice cream
dropped on top...
The warmth of the cake would melt that scoop
as your taste buds can't stop..
That first fork full would be heaven in your
mouth..
And at one point it was all gone as my Dad would
come home, "where's mine he would shout"!
"Favorite Dreamy Dessert Contest"