Best Pronged Poems
A Chip Off the Old Bukowski Block ©
i sit here on the toilet
looking at the cane by my side
when did this happen?
its pronged feet could, at any moment,
scamper into a tidal pool, so much does it
remind me of a robotic crab
my mornings now consist of pills, shuffling
to the next room to pour cereal
then work up a **** before I can
leave the house
When did this happen?
bodily functions take priority as
I can no longer trust this body not
to embarrass me in public
when did this happen?
my knees are shot to hell
my bowels rumble and twist
my arthritis tears at me with sharp little teeth
my vision is perfect, cataracts
blasted away by another robot
when did this happen?
the other day my mind went on a holiday
leaving me behind, confused and blank,
frightened
is this a harbinger of what’s to come
when did this happen?
Visual 1
Earth does ballet to stay in shape
dancing before the rubbernecking moon
that chases us around the sun
making waves in oceans like our emotions
…for an obnoxious pet.
Mars and Venus are anxious lovers
who can’t cuddle in their king sized bed
because restless Earth sprawls wide between them
constantly turning, warm and feverish.
...but not like Mercury.
Mercury has cancer and a great tan from all the sun.
Puerile asteroids caper about the solar system
giggling and sharing jokes with the big galoot--
Jupiter is stupid, but loves a hearty laugh.
Poop and fart jokes are favorites
…Jupiter is always gassy.
Saturn is too discerning for such unrefined buffoonery.
She’s the hula hoop queen
…4.5 billion years and counting.
Loved by all, but secretly engaged.
Mopey, woebegone Uranus wears the other ring.
On their first date Saturn was pretty in pink and
Uranus smelled awful
…Jupiter loves that joke.
Still, nobody stirs up trouble like Neptune who
takes a three-pronged approach to everything
and made Pluto cry with news of adoption.
Since then, Pluto has grown
…quite distant.
All the while, the sun smiles a contented smile...
...and looks on.
05/28/15
Submission for Lexi's Art Contest
Hosted by: Mystic Rose
Songs of the Ocean
Sing a song of the Ocean
Marine creatures in motion
The oceans turbulent waves
And those sailors truly brave.
Sing songs of the Ocean bed
Gems found in a treasure chest
Ol’ King Neptune’s three pronged fork
And the lovely quaint seahorse.
Sing of dolphins ultrasound
How they play with folk around
Sing songs of aquatic whales
Of their wishy-washy tails.
Sing of wobbly jellyfish
Ocean creatures tasty dish
Of exotic ocean plants
Swaying in a tidal dance.
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28th March 2023
Children Sing to Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
A few lines about forks upon the table
Fondue's pronged fork for fingers habile
A taste of life's flavored torgues
Babes brought by the stork
Tough, old meat
Forks
Fork for cake
Tines just for wine corks
Roads that fork and life uncorks
In the end only two tines are stable
A few lines about forks upon the table
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: An Invented Form_Help Me Name It!
The Butterfly
Hourglass
Think about Robert Frost's Poem "The Road Not Taken"..
Think about playing on words a fork in a road..
Think about putting all your cards on the table..
Sweet gum
Three pronged leaves
Foot like, dancing in breeze
Hung upon the clothesline drips blood
Scarlet
A body of translucent blue spreads before him,
reflecting heavens of stark purity.
He flicks his shiny offering towards depths unknown,
and cranks the oiled reel.
Time pours slowly,
as the reflective lure moves through crystal waters.
Again the motions transfix thought,
cast, retrieve, move, repeat.
Until abruptly, something strikes the silver flasher,
now the dance is on.
The light weight pole bends to unspoiled water,
as the luminescent trout hurls its body above the water’s surface.
The aquatic life’s attempt to dislodge the three pronged hook fails.
But fish and man have met stares.
The dance intensifies,
a run is made,
line is peeled from spool.
Deeper the fish plunges through roiled waters.
But he will tire,
and face his likely death.
He ceases his desperate struggle.
The distance between predator and prey withers.
The angler now reaches for his worthy prize.
He captures the weighty fish through jaw and gill,
and lifts his prey from liquid home.
He has acquired what he sought,
but he knows that he must not devour this mountain rarity.
Gently, the fish is revived in the cool water.
He is released, and the two part, not as enemies,
but as two strangers,
who met in the fading twilight of the evening rise.
She wore a Cheshire grin,
slowly munching the bite
she'd snitched from his plate.
"You took my point," he said.
"Everyone knows,
the point is the best part."
We sat around the table,
savoring pie, sipping coffee.
He wore an indignant look,
his fork pronged above her pie,
too late, her own point
already in her mouth.
A new concept to me,
but I have to admit,
the first bite of anything
always tastes best.
liquid oxygen, nitrogen, napalm
the many methods of modern BBQ
multi-pronged igniters injecting mainline
high pressure laser guided fusion reactors
subatomic quantum mechanical quasar energy
photons vibrating in Orion’s nebula
disintegrating galactic supercharged plasma
ejected from hemorrhoids at warp speed
inner core’s event horizon is compromised
came through the worm hole
didn’t see it coming
< master of disguise menacing havoc
I fear not your pronged fork and wooden stick
but one illuminates from presents sight
tis I carries master key whom ends plight
brushstroke if must with your evilness twist
for I stand strong from an Hevenly bliss
poke and probe away with your woven schemes
tis I'll be the one laughing though it seems
your inferno fire from gates of hell
diminished by just one shake from this bell
so bring on your barriers and good grief's
tonight I'll be the one with good night's sleep
sowing not fear of satin's smitten grasp
but turning check telling to kiss thy ass
Entry For
Thvia Shetley's
The Devil Made Me Do It
Sonnets Only Contest
G.L. All
There once was a lady from Lynx,
Who was a veritable minx,
she wrote about love,
cooed like a dove,
loved mixing ambiguous drinks.
Now the minx was wearing a wig,
Which made her look like a fig,
And she had the gall,
To hold me in thrall,
And jabbed me with a two-pronged twig!
waterside vigil
buffalo nears water hole
lions crouch low nearby
three-pronged ambuscade
buffalo calf culled from herd
swift pincer attack
quarried prey springs forth
stressed calf serpentines about
lead lion cuts angle
driven toward snare
flanks assaulted from both sides
vise tightened prey clasped
Sleep don't come once more
the vampires are out
longing to bite this virgin neck
to taste sweet nectars
fruits of Halloween
A two pronged fork
those incisors permeate the skin
Floods rise and well over
as you drink me in
with passionate greed
Tidal torrents pulsate
as my heart thumps then slows
Faint I grow weak
whilst you grow strong
fulfilled with desires need
You thrive but do not live
for you are bound to the abyss
the depths of darkness
controlled by day
yet free to roam in nights shadows
Unaccepted set apart abnormal
you verge on cannibalistic traits
amongst human nature
barbaric you stalk your prey
like wildest beast next meal
Only hunted down yourself
will you stop
when slaughtered in defeat
with stake through heart
will you fade from our world
‘If you prick us, do we not bleed?
If you tickle us, do we not laugh?
If you poison us, do we not die?
And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?’
~ (The Merchant of Venice, Act 3, Scene 1)
'Tis a fair merchant that I claim to be
Lowly seller of wares and grain for seed
An honest man, but if one dares cheat me
Clobbering I shall do, until they bleed
My body is off limits, so hands off
No laughter shall thee hear if I'm tickled
Nay! A frown given to thee and a scoff
With sour brine I'll throw, thee shall be pickled!
Poison me, peasant and If I'm not dead
I shall slip Romeo's drink in your ale
In your pints be wary and live with dread
For in Venice, your body shall float pale
My merchant's wrath shall be deadly, if wronged
I shall prick thee with a fork, double pronged
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A nightmare of fear woke up in a fright
A wolf stood outside our window that night
Darkest of night a light down the hall
Our mother with neighbour no sugar for morn
His teeth dripped saliva pronged to a gleam
stood tall in the window of six foot it seemed
My sister asleep and my heart thumping raced
I screamed for my mother my sister awakes
I heard heavy footsteps on stairs coming near
I mixed dream and reality the wolf's coming here
Then suddenly realised a slight saving grace
Those feet were not mother's nor wolf in this place
A lodger was staggering a drink maybe more
His shoe steps remembered on stairs and in hall
Into his room and bangs his door shut
Mother strolls in straight after this but
I screamed and I shouted and looked for her love
She promised she'd never get sugar above
I remember this well and the darkness and dread
She calmed me with Ovaltine the sugar and bed. True Story
He was raped; and his tears were grave.
The face of Nature changed. Eternally…
Yet, the colour of sky remained and
the sun still forthcoming in greeting.
Though, as for his clouds, there had been many.
Heavy.
She was raped; and her tears pronged my soul.
The face of Nature changed. Eternally…
Yet, there are birdsong in the meadow and
the oceans break delight to the shores.
Though, as for her clouds, there had been many.
Heavy.
They were raped; and their tears pained my heart.
The face of Nature changed. Eternally…
Yet, the smell of birth the same and
the smiles of rosebuds velvety tasting.
Though, as for their clouds, there had been many.
Heavy.
Time was raped; and Nature’s tears, them cry.
Life’s face was changed. Eternally.
Yet, our Mother’s Love spans ages and
God is.
Though, as for our clouds, there be many.
Heavy.