Best Prided Poems

Impossible mission to sleep on opposite side of marital bed...

Oddly enough even 
when frolicking in the autumn mist
with seasoned super tramping 
cheaply tricked out goo...

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I like to think that Daddy's gold watch chain,
and the way it came about,
was the true story of "The Magi",
that O. Henry had mixed it...

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I live in America, as in the United States of America, and that used to mean something. At least to me it did. And it’s...

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Perhaps Peter Piper did not pick a peck of pickled peppers,
Perchance Peter purloined them.

Peter's pretext for pickled peppers puts people at ease,
Pickpocket's ploy personified.

Personalizing praise...

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Making the In-Laws Welcome

By Elton Camp

“Visiting will be my sister & her mate Jim.
Penny warned, “Fred, you be nice to them.”

“Maybe they should stay at...

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I SALUTE THEE,OH MY GREAT SENSE,
YES MY SENSE OF FORGIVENESS,
IN FURY AND PAIN,IN INNOCENCE AND TRUTH,
I HAVE FORGIVEN THEE,
IN THE ART OF RESPECT AND IN...

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I've always prided myself on being a “smart feller”
But sometimes it gets twisted and I say “fart smeller”
Quite good at that too
Sometimes blow off my...

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Clever queen, I maneuvered my way through all of the subtle and most obvious plays 
Masterfully 
Sensual aestheticism, sexual teetotalism, romanticism, sadism, masochism, hedonism 
Calculating...

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PRIDE

I went in search of pride
When  I found her; she was so proud of herself
She prided herself about like a peacock
I told her the...

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I killed a man. Took his life, he lives no more.
Watching his lifeless body, prone, lying on the floor.
How should I feel? So many emotions...

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always prided herself on
what she believed to be the
“right way to live,”
standing up straight, abiding
by the rules, going to church,
paying her parking ticket on
time, doing...

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They made death a saint
With their sword and powder
As they butchered her silly; 
Her sweet bean was their bile.

Rudely they moved their razor
To the natural...

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What just happened yesterday
Must have been dreaming I guess
Met an beautiful stunning young lady
Left me in a helluva mess

Always thought I was in total control...

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Brick after Brick
Imported and plastered with
paste made from tasteless
waste; words of scorn

Day after sun-baked day 
dried and hardened, 
trusted to hold 
this tower of insecurities;...

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I never read it,
  the way it was written

I never wrote it,
  the way it should read

The lines connected,
  were for me...

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