Best Private Joke Poems

~ David Cassidy ~

Sharing a room with my sister 
David was plastered over each and every wall
It's a wonder she'd never got a paper cut...

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I saw that sneer heard the mockery 
It came straight from your heart
Like bread comes from a bakery
Your eyes said it all and though it...

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please tell me ...

what happened?
what dire damage have i wrought?
what did i do to ruin it, that friendship, rare?
you once knew me better than most...

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The children in the park
See the old, gray-haired woman
Every afternoon. They watch her.
She is always sitting in the rocking chair
On her porch, sometimes reading,
Sometimes knitting,
Sometimes...

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City At Night

by Edmund Siejka


It was cold outside
I hadn’t shaved in days and I was hungry 
I was going to walk it 
Only a few...

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My revolutionary heart smiled at its private joke:
“The poor can’t eat the rich because they’d gag and they’d choke
On toxins like guilt, cynism and greed,
Prozac...

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Politically Speaking
By Franklin Price
8/24/2015

Politically speaking -  I'm at such a loss
Trying to figure out - who the heck is the boss
Thought it was the...

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Fragments of life.
Fragment of occasions.
Fragment of the past.
Fragment of the present.
Fragment of tears.
Fragment of conversations.
The fun and the pains.
The private joke and laughter.
The suspense of...

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For Spitfire, the Wolf

The pack breathes forth
crystal- mists, 
ghosting the landscape 
like wraiths leaving the abyss.
In sarcophogy-effigyy.
A Eulogy in cacophony 
Serving their own.Stead.
 Fates in...

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Mother's womb panged to be delivered.
A rift awakened, once asleep in roost,
but 4alarm crowing on steeples of burning roofs,
the foundations gone missing, on sabbatical 
crowning...

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Her mocking salutation in salute.
Sudsing down your brains drawingboard in a victoriously ill repute.
Nature's pendulum holds you in it's dungeoness pattern of holding, then you...

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Deathbed


When we are old and youth is in their hands,
I will be with you; heed my plans,
For I have waited for a lifetime,
To sit with...

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Like a burst of confetti
They erupt into the corner store.
Tanned, long legged,
Laughing and pushing each other.
They toss their sun-bleached hair
And glance around to see
If people...

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He is a cricker, I was told when I got to Kirksville, Missouri.
What is a cricker?
“They might be crickers, but at least they ain’t sheet-crickers”.
There...

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