Best Quizzed Poems
the knock was heard twice
and liking questions he asked
'someone at the door?'
the sound came again
this time from somewhere closer
and he said 'hello?'
there was no answer
just another knock nearer
he quizzed 'the back stair?'
was it death he thought
holding a smile and dreaming
he asked 'friend or foe?'
came the voice 'neither
i am not of this world
'but another view'
'how well you did live
love and learn to let it go
is what matters most'
'not to me but you
because you are the luggage
nothing more to take'
stan sand
Categories:
quizzed, absence, appreciation,
Form:
Haiku
A crowded table, all suspended in shock
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?
Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?
They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?
Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!
Categories:
quizzed, adventure, confusion, dark, death,
Form:
Free verse
It appeared on the doorpost as a Cyclops' smiley face
For some Cyclops WhatsApp icon, but red-themed application
Yes gruesome red, in contrast to the expectation
You would get from a smiley face, even for a Cyclops.
It quizzed my curiosity and I dug further on Google’s interface.
It appeared on the search page as the queen Isis,
Long told in Hieroglyphics, Cyrillic and Roman alphabet,
Patroness, mother, queen, blessings with love met,
But unlike these grim Arabic script in an ominous logo,
And tales of death, pain littered with deeper crises
It told of “nuun”, 14th letter of a blessed script
In which many beautiful and wise thoughts found life,
A letter which told of blessing and not of strife
Being in a position multiple of seven, a number blessed
By God Himself when he Earth and Heaven in 7 breaths whipped
It told of the Magen David, a shining star, which should be a good thing
Only that it brings memories of gaunt bodies piled in trucks
And human experimentation, and as history at our door knocks
And Isis or Isil opens to let in what we dread most
“Nuun” is stuck in my iris with pain and scary sting.
For I have seen the blank stare of heads painting in red drips the pickets
And Leonidas’ 300-style gore re-enacted in modern city streets
As heads are divorced from bodies and all around are scared heartbeats
For even bloodied child clothes cover head-less bodies,
As Christians are beheaded like one would roast crickets.
It brings back memories of my ancestors up in the Samba regions,
Fleeing the harsh choice given to them by the jihadists:
To adorn the village picket or join the cause of the Islamist,
Forced to create a third choice, which was to leave their homes,
Friends and family to pseudo-Islam or lurid lethal lesions.
Is it that time again for Iraqi Christians?
Shall the world once again watch the Red Indians’,Tutsis’, and Jews’
Story take gruesome form and hack through human sinews?
How many litres of innocent blood, and kilogrammes of hacked Christian flesh
Are needed to realise the vanity in the life of *****sapiens?
(c) Nyonglema
Categories:
quizzed, bereavement, christian, hate, islamic,
Form:
Blank verse
Stopped for lunch on our way home from Philly.
All visited restrooms and didn’t dilly.
After consuming our lunch,
in preparation for a long drive,
He, again, dashed to the restroom getting ready to ride.
Emerging from the toilet stall door,
there was his wife in the middle of the floor.
“Aren’t you in the wrong place”, he quizzed,
knowing, of course, she was wrong---again!
“No, I am not,” was her soft reply.
“But how about you, Honey Pie?”
His eyes bulged in disbelief,
no urinals on the walls, no, no, it can’t be!
In the ladies restroom, no, not he!
Suddenly feeling so deathly weak,
Face on fire, he could hardly speak,
“Is, is.. is... there anyone else in this place?”
“I don’t think so”, she replied,
laughing so hard she nearly cried,
“but I don’t know which is redder, your jacket or your face!”
Out the door he bolted in a shameful haste,
“Help me make it without being detected”,
fervently he prayed!!!
Exiting the ladies’ room door---
forget that handwashing chore,
already wet from drenching in cold sweat--
he ran straight into his son’s grimacing face,
who was about to enter the men’s place,
on the opposite side of the foyer.
Wouldn’t you know, the first thing he crooned,
“Dad, what are you doing coming out of the ladies’ restroom?”
His explanation was somewhat short
as this was just no time to cavort.
Out the restaurant door he flew
for fresh air, mopping his brow in a grateful wheeew!
Won Honorable Mention in
Paula Swanson's Contest
"New Contest--The Light Is On, But Nobody Is Home"
June 13, 2010
Categories:
quizzed, funny
Form:
Free verse
Sunrise Surprise, An Easter Story
Hi. My name is Mary Magdalene, a close friend and follower of Jesus.
My friends, Salome, Joanna, the other Mary, and I visited the tomb of Christ.
We went to simply apply fragrances and spices, a routine and customary task.
There was nothing special about the Sunday after his death; or so we thought.
Jesus had taught us about fantastic things happening in the future; but like every one of his followers, we never really understood many things.
As we approached the site, we wondered about the heavy stone.
We quizzed each other saying, “Who will remove the stone for us?”
As we drew closer, to our surprise, we discovered that the stone was already removed. A little later, there were two men telling us that Jesus’ body was not there. Such news was not simply surprising , but very intriguing and disturbing.
Can you imagine how and what we felt about Jesus’ body not being there?
We were afraid, but the two men told us to go and tell the eleven disciples.
There was another man we assumed to be a gardener, but then he called my name. I was at once convinced that it was Jesus when he spoke and said, “Mary”. So we hurried along and proceeded to tell the disciples what we had experienced.
Cj03212016 Bible; PS
Categories:
quizzed, bible, christian, easter, god,
Form:
Personification
The night that she witness Ghost face
It was a dark tragic night , a girl name Lise was getting ready to watch an Emilio Estevez movie.
That night she gets a call from a strange person lurking somewhere around her house in the dark peaceful shadows. So the strange man on the phone stalks her and ask her what’s her favorite scary movie ? She felt scared and harassed that she hangs up on the wicked mask man . He keeps on calling and quizzed her about horror trivia that she doesn’t know so Lise fails and The man with the white Ghost face mask with a black cloak on his head with a butcher knife in his hand comes after Lise and slays her with a butcher knife stabbing her multiple times in the chest and cut out her throat out and he took her head apart and carry it with him by cooking it in the oven and eating her bloody flesh head off deliciously. The Night that she witness Ghost face has vanished and he kills every pretty teenage girls every Halloween when they are alone in the house . And Her bloody corpse were never found by her family , friend’s or the police.
Rest in peace Wes Craven
August 2 , 1939 – August 30 , 2015
Whisper to a scream
Categories:
quizzed, games, halloween, horror, murder,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Life must be questioned to discover the truth.
Spending all our time in a lonely photo booth,
Taking pictures of our past reflectively aloof,
Hiding in nostalgia to recapture our youth,
Or should we just get over ourselves?
Life should be quizzed to find out what’s wrong.
Living through sorrow to make ourselves strong,
Running past others to get ahead and get along,
Wasting this precious time just playing Mahjong,
Or should we get up and do things?
Life needs a questionnaire to learn what is good.
Gentrify houses to fix the mentality of the hood,
Discuss filmic characters such as Bella and Edward,
Purchase some shelves made from quality wood,
Or should we create stuff of our own?
Life needs a meaning, so let us look for an answer.
Is it in the lucid movements of the simplest dancer?
Is it in the poetry of the pen, or in fighting cancer?
Will we learn it by study, or travelling to France, Sir?
No. The meaning of life is to live.
Categories:
quizzed, life, time,
Form:
Verse
Friends and foes,
Wit that flows,
Down the rope will you go,
As the time goes,
And then you start to see,
Rivalry is not something one seeks.
Take Leonardo and Michelangelo as an illustration,
And as a lesson to keep,
Both were engineers and painters,
Extraordinary in their fields,
And respected by all men throughout the land,
They were competitors,
For had they put their geniuses to use together,
Science would be a whole new topic known aground,
But rivalry for the best man known,
Led the men to great macabre of being embarrassed everywhere around.
Once a group stitched between introspection,
Sitting beside the capricious river,
Puzzled and deep in thought,
Asked for help from Leonard Da Vinci,
Passed by the great Michelangelo,
And an offer was in Leonard's mind,
He asked him to help these people out,
But the witty man replied without no second thought addressing his mind
Thinking it was a trap to demean him,
And prove that Vinci was inordinate than him,
He said that this offer he would decline,
Cause it was Leonardo who had been summoned,
And because he wasn't able to figure it out,
To escape embarrassment he was to have,
He had asked him out.
Fought as they did the people stood quizzed,
Who would fall at the end of the precarious debate thrown out?
It was meaningless all knew,
But to prove who was astute,
They just had to,
Like little cats fighting for a ball,
They fought all day and through out all the people watched,
Tired and worn out all headed to their homes,
Stood there were Leonardo and Michelangelo,
Still astound at the enquirers pitched at them from all around,
Like when rivers meet Rapids are formed,
But in the end they calm down,
They left their thoughts at the ground,
And left for homes like little kittens,
Wanting to go home on a cold night and desiring their mothers warmth,
They retreated back faced into the darkness of the night,
And later continued to fight!
Categories:
quizzed, emotions, hate, history, remember,
Form:
With a spine of steel
I walked down the lane,
The mortals lacked the pluck
to cross me in disdain!
To the trader i quizzed,
Buddy, 'Hows Business?'
Mum was the trader
With his lungs in distress!
Flummoxed was my mind,
To see the traders dread!
His Action made me wonder
"Did i ask him for his head?"
Shivering were the dames,
When i heard'em mumble!
He's the mafia who bashed,
the goons till they crumble!
Zapping in my mind were scenes,
when i beat the ugly teens!
N now i knew the reason why,
No one dared to cross me by!
Convicted- Guilty was I
in the people's dumb court.
Outcast was the name
and seclusion what i got!
I tried to mix with people,
I tried to make'em laugh.
But in a world of hoax faiths,
My feelings were so dwarf!
As the winter came in
the birds set sail.
My comments lost worth,
My gags were old n stale!
As the trees dried
I failed to create dread,
Humans took me for granted
in my brawl for bread!
The drive-in was to glow,
when i came for rum!
Ignored by the crowd,
I felt like a bootless bum!
Smothered by this Scene,
I walked home in despair.
Baffled by the Question
"Why these jerks don't care?"
TO BE
CONTINUED................
Categories:
quizzed, cowboy-western, me, me,
Form:
Ballad
Aunty Murtle, she was Mad,
Mamma said so all the time,
But nothing she did was quite as bad,
As when she bought turtle's home to dine.
She placed they on the table top,
And "Turtle soup" she said,
But when they wiggled and tried to hop,
It was clear that they weren't dead.
"Are you sure that's not a frog?" I quizzed,
Pointing at a nearby hopping turtle.
Just then, passed my ear it whizzed,
And landed on Aunt Murtle.
With a startled cried my Aunty leapt.
"A frog! Oh God! Oh no!"
Then peered at me, her new suspect,
"You shouldn't play with frogs you know!"
"But Aunty, you just bought them in,
You wanted them for soup."
"You silly child," did she begin,
"You don't want frog soup goop."
"Besides…" she continued on,
As was the way with Aunty Murtle,
"What you can always rely upon,
Is soup made from a Turtle."
**For the Turtle Soup contest**
**No turtles were harmed in the making of this poem (or frogs, for that matter)**
Categories:
quizzed, animals, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Nobody Likes A Know-It-All
(Or ... I Know What I Know)
(Prov. 1: 29* / Prov. 1: 22-33 / John 15: 19 / Matt. 7: 3-6 / Prov. 3: 7 / Prov. 9: 7, 8)
Nobody Likes A Know-It-All
They Either Get On Your Nerves
Or Make You Climb Up The Wall
They Come On Like Squalls
Their Opinions Sprawled
We Shake 'Em Off Like Tattered Shawls
... Nobody Likes A Know-It-All
So, If I Happen ... Across Your River To Row
I Don't Mean To Come Sounding Like An Old Crow
Or Waste Your Time If You Say No ...
But Listen ... I Know What I Know ...
I've Read & Studied & Meditated
Perused & Pondered & Got Educated
In Reason & Rhyme - I've Ruminated
My Thoughts Into Rooms Are Relegated
Raised Questions & Quizzed & Investigated
(Even Made Some Folks Uneasy & Agitated)
but GOD Said That 'That' Knowledge Would Be Hated
(John 7: 7 / John 17: 14 / John 15: 17-20)
So With All Due Respect -- So and So ...
... I Know What I Know
... of Innocence & Intelligence
Ratified Ideas & Reference
Cataloged Diligence & Resilience
Always Bravo'd The Beauty of High Brilliance
In Conventions' & Congregations' Confidence
& Assemblies & Achievements' Evidence
In Citadels of Archives' Residence
In Colleges & Scholars' Licensed Competence
In Trust's of A Counselor's Expert Guidance
and In The Word of GOD's Reverence
With Lessons' Continuance' Vigilance
In Meaning of Life & Purpose & Spirit's Significance
and Carpe' Diem When Possible and Patience ...
So, That Even In Philosophy's Status-Quo ...
... I Know What I Know
... From Countless Hours - In Half A Century of Years
In Conversations From A Constellation of Peers
About Life & Death & Future & Fears
About Love & Passion & Lust & Leers
About Laughter & Joy & Pain & Tears ...
About Mercy & Justice & Truth So Clear
About Fame & Fortune & What's More Dear
About War & Peace As World Totters & Veers
About Freedom As Kingdom of GOD Draws Near
About Why We Cheer & While Others Jeer...
(Part 2 of 4)
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/20/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
(Part 2 of "Nobody Likes A Know-It-All" is the serious side of addressing "Knowledge ... ... So, this free verse is really about Godly Knowledge, Biblical Learning and Spiritual Intelligence ... (first) ... and then about education and different areas of study in an academic way. So when reading this write - that should be kept in mind, to get the most out of it ... MoonBee
Categories:
quizzed, bible, christian, education, life,
Form:
Free verse
This time, I sing the praise of ecclesiatical love.
Though not esoteric, thou followers never allow
to think it beyond the sinister bodily move.
O' never touch it, that is a sacred cow!
which makes me wonder what is love?
When that thing has gotten so low; i vow
there is something that i got to show.
I love my love, told my friend when i quizzed,
cherished his nth love. But just before kissed
his (n-1)th love, ritualised the MoU and finally buried.
Love is an ocean claimed my friend, who spews
everytime when tasted water. Deep down the ocean he dives,
thrives but when reached the brackish lagoons,he skews.
Love is blind told another, when she is not bothered
of her anorexic size zero- a licence to get tethered?
Happily abandoned their loved parents as they are feathered.
Indeed she showered her love on her parents at an early stage
Her love just slithered when she got a posh and lovely date.
The immortal of the mortals, you named it love
an oaf's hormonal misfiring? galloping generaton's conduit?
smokescreen to lust? passport to brain's prostration?
an unplugged persecution? spielberg's avtar?
a pandora's box? a frankenstein monster? a nelson's eye?
a monkey on your back? or a touch screen monitor?
geez! Iam still in an ambivalent mood!
Is love - greek's Eros? chaldean's shedu?
Freud's ***** envy? oedipus complex?
electra complex? legitimate sex addiction?
a parent's affection, strictly and only, to their child -
then why the missing gender?
Is that the worm's eye view of an eagle? or
just the eagle's eye view of a worm?
As usual, my instinct blossomed and spread the scent of wisdom
love is a connecting wood in a ladder between the unconnected two
love is honey in the life of a bee and a flower
love is bliss in devotee and the divine
love is thirst for a man in the desert
love is sugar in a juicy mix of lime and water
love is also the fuddle of a drunkard with the drink
Categories:
quizzed, love, teen, visionary, parents,
Form:
Free verse
My mind quizzed me
I became insane
Thrashed by the hopes of yesterday
Vanished dreams embraced me
Gulped down by the qualms of tomorrow
Swam through the ruthlessness of life
With my head buried in anguish of past failures
Hail those that broke through
Hail those that challenged the status quo
Hail the heroes of our past
I'm challenged by horrors of times of yore
Dark images with no flesh I see
Foaming beings with blue eyes they sail
Shadows feature in my dreams
Nocturnal beings toyed with my feelings
Toothless ghost smiled at me
I was swallowed by my fear
By the inscrutabilities of life
Alas! My fears are over
I no more walk in the market square
With my pants used as head gear
Ancestors our village
Libations were poured to you from the calabash
But you refused to accept food and drinks
Am I insane again?
Or is my mind quizzing me
Why am I wondering in the wilderness of my past?
Or has my brain been twisted again
Why am I dreaming yet again?
Or has the toothless ghost been made to smile at me once more
Am insane, but not in the asylum
I walk among our people
With lost hope and cracked dreams
With lots of questions on my mind
Don't look at me with your naked eyes
Just with the eyes you can't see me
But I’m not invincible
Insanity reigns in my blood
*Sat*22nd Sept*2012*
Categories:
quizzed, life, sad, me,
Form:
Epic
“Do you know just how old this guitar is my boy?”
quizzed the old man I’d grown to revere.
It was plain as the nose on his kind, smiling face,
and the fact that his heart beat had picked up the pace,
he’d a story he felt I should hear.
“We were all church mouse poor back when I was a lad
and my pappy he never had much.
But the one thing pa owned and did treasure the most
was this long necked guitar, and it’s not wrong to boast,
how that man had a magical touch.
He would work hard all day with his hands in the fields,
but at night he would gather us ‘round.
Then our Pa he would play to us kids and to ma,
and those calloused old hands brought to life this guitar,
which created a rhythmical sound.
But the years took their toll on this musical man
and my pap gave the playing away.
To this day I recall, with a real sense of pride,
how he whispered to me, as he took me aside,
“This guitar son is yours now to play.”
How it brought me such joy through these many long years
and I’ve played at a dance hall or two.
It has taken me places all over this land
and I’ve played with musicians in many a band
but it’s time now to hand it to you.
There’s a lot of tradition and pride to uphold
and I know you’ll respect that my lad.
Please remember my pappy and me when you play
and then maybe my boy you’ll be sure to one day
tell this tale when you too are a dad.
Categories:
quizzed, father, life, people, me,
Form:
Rhyme
- Inspired by ‘Tubby Makes a Mistake‘ by Enid Blyton in ‘The Cuckoo in the Clock and other stories.’
When night falls,
toys come out to play
While we slumber and snore
the night away.
Now somewhere on the window ledge,
behind the long pink curtains there
lay a bottle of delicious biscuits!
And Tubby was a hungry bear.
So whilst all the toys were deep in siesta,
Tubby climbs up the long pink curtains!
Placed his paws into the biscuit jar,
who’d have guess what else happened!
Mommy realised the missing biscuits eventually,
and quizzed the children if they had stolen them.
Now all the toys frowned in the nursery,
they knew it must have been some toy,
from their own gang!
Ah, there was a clever witty clown,
seeing that nobody was around;
slipped up to the windowsill.
Placed those sticky gluey mistletoe berries!
So when the thief sneaks up to steal,
wala! The tacky berries will be stuck to his body!
Sure enough Tubby felt greedy again that night,
hauled up to the tasty snack.
The mistletoe berries did stick to him alright!
As clueless Tubby made his way back.
Ah hah!
How the toys exposed Tubby the berry next day!
And how they made poor Tubby pay.
They smacked, slapped, biff and whacked,
to help get those gummy berries off.
Tubby hid his face in his hands and wept.
From then Tubby never ever stole
You should have seen his look
Whenever he sees a mistletoe!
Categories:
quizzed, childhood,
Form:
Light Verse