Best Review Poems
This was inspired by Jan's Review......
Amend
My friend
A trick
be quick
I tried
Then cried
Thank God
I plod
On scene
My Queen
Review
my spew
You can
Aunt Jan
Tell me
Miss Dee
If right
Delight
Jan the "Footle" Queen gave me a constructive review
And she will do the same for you.
Seek her guidance and direction
She is filled with hugs and inspection. Thanks "Aunt Jan" :)
CLERIHEW REVIEW
Sir Isaac Newton
Though genetically close to an Orang Utan
With his larger cranial cavity
He discovered the law of gravity
Atilla the Hun
Was a man who liked innocent fun
After a day of rape and pillage
He played cricket for his village
King William the Conqueror
Breeding not from the very top drawer
Put that with the deeds of a dastard
He was known as Bill the Bastard
Julius Caesar
Was a really imperious geezer
Though he headed for a fall
You must admit he had the Gaul
King of France: Louis Quatorze
Loved to dress in silky drawers
When asked “Do you feel that’s alright?”
He said: ”Yes, when they’re pulled up tight”
There is a certain spot within my soul
That craves an Autumn scene
Before the Earth runs cold,
And slippers Mother Nature
In a wealth of bunny dust.
A poet needs to sing of Spring,
Once, before his book is closed;
For all the best are lionized
In bounded works of rambling prose.
The fair thee wells of Summer love
Give pause to thoughts of unplanned change,
And roots an artist's pen to scribe
The depth and breath of untold pain.
For me, the orange, gold and red
Are buffers in a life that eases
Through the Autumn's righting days,
And brings to you a willing heart
That dances as the moonlight fades.
The squirrel collects,
to keep his winter safe.
The oak tree buds,
not a branch left out of place.
The grass will grow,
another spring comes forth.
The flowers will bloom,
the ducks and geese fly north.
The birds will sing,
as if hatched from a master plan.
The bunnies dance and run around,
this greening land.
Winter now closed,
another season has come to pass.
Spring has sprung,
but it to will end and never last.
Summer now arrives,
to show us all it's might.
Then it to will fade,
as fall comes into light.
Life is precious,
a gift worthy of news.
Keep watch of the squirrel,
for winter's review.
Checking for precept in déjà vu preview
Abstaining from the way monkeys do
Building a meaningful relationship with you
Will you be a precept of Adam’s rib come into view
The concept of fleshly rib is just not déjà vu
No logic of flesh has ever been true for you
Seeking new wine of déjà vu preview
From sacred heart playing it by ear for you
I will ascribe to no bribe, of Pharisee scribe
No carnal works of past hobbies shall abide
We shall observe that which is true.. in the sky clear and blue
As heavenly particles of spiritual bliss come into view
The man shall command and flesh will not withstand
Brides shall abide in beauty and pride of Agape confide
For as the way a human concept see, is the way it shall ever be
And the logic by which it sees… shall infest of fleas
For as a man thinketh so shall he ever be…
In the logic of self pride, until Agape confide
Dedicated to Robbie, most current Agape hobby
She encouraged the adamant… Agape, grown sloppy.
by John Moses Freeman
Cotton Candy is a pumpkin who
Is known as White Pepo too.
Her nice rounded shell
She keeps very well,
And one day she met Baby Boo.
Baby Boo is quite small, and at night
He might glow, an albino pure white.
He is both good looking
And good at cooking!
He and white Pepo make a rare sight.
Cotton Candy (White Pepo) and he
Got together, and baby made three.
With skin color cream,
The baby’s a dream
And he’s part of the Ghost family.
Like his Mom, maybe better, is he.
Ghost can keep for a long time and be
Just like his Dad too.
Like that small Baby Boo,
In the oven he can bake sweetly.
Another White pumpkin, meanwhile,
In Carol’s patch sat on a pile.
Smooth, round and pure white,
An adorable sight,
Is this pumpkin with decorative style.
Other pumpkins can read this and weep
For Halloween has a new peep!
For MINE, cute and small,
Has the name of Snowball
And clear up to Christmas can keep!
For Carol Brown's
"What No Orange Pumpkin" Poetry Contest
In truth Clare Quilty
Was clearly guilty,
While humble Humbert Humbert
Was fervently pervert.
The issue to talk of
What told us Nabokov ?
Before actions go around to come around,
all deeds ascend up that lessons descend down.
Such is the universe’s tried, true policy
as karma has deployed for all of history.
Whether conduct is good, bad or otherwise,
all human behavior meets heaven’s keen eyes.
If we say it, pray it, think it or do it,
it goes up, then down once karma reviews it.
Ivo, I certainly do not find this poem to my liking;
Notwithstanding, I encourage you to keep on writing
Just because I don't like this one you don't have to be sad.
I do enjoy most of your writings, kid. Aren't you glad?
Frogs
Frog follies this year
featuring the loudest croak
All frogs in review!
Lilly Pads
Floating lilly pads,
used in spring as sailboats for
poliwogs galore!
Marty Owens for Lilly Pads and Frogs contest
2016 in review
January – 835 sparrows “OCCUPIED” my garden.
February – I looked out my window
March – They were still there
April – They moved to Bernie’s ‘Garden’
May – Bernie spoke to them
June – The garden fell silent
July - Hillary spoke to Bill
August – Bernie fell silent
September – Hillary didn’t speak to the sparrows
October – Bill spoke to the Attorney General
November – Hillary e-mails
December – Trump tweets
John g. Lawless
12/28/2016
It's Spain's Toledo in Castile at times of Reconquest
The pic of history entails both love and war along with Jewish people drama zest
My fellow Jews, who are advisers to the kings, - to you I issue my advise:
Please read this book and hide your daughters from king's eyes,
Or otherwise, so much to your surprise,
In vanity pursuit and lack of humbling you will find your own family demise.
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This has been a BILLYtheKidster Jules Reacts review.
What is justice? What is right
In a world consumed by greed?
What can we do when justice is gone
and the law can't intercede?
We need to heed sound instruction.
We require the power to trust.
We desire a new dimension.
This directive is a must!
So sack the politicians;
The judges should all go.
Disband committee meeting;
Quangos are a 'no'!
Innuendos and intentions
must fully be explored.
Appointing Peoples' courts;
Should, at first, not be ignored.
Heh! Hang on just a second,
I've just thought of something new:
Human rights will be denied.
Let's forget about this review!
Robert Cartwright-Davidson Jan. 2011
I went to The Jester’s Tea Party
In the tower with the winding stair
Frida Kahlo manned the door
And God and the Devil were there
The artist was stood in the shadows
Silently summoning me
To stand with him like a tiny child
At the edge of an innocent sea
He showed me the sadness of circuses
And the violent colours of night
Swept by the brush of his sorrow
Upon canvases heavy with light
He showed me the bones of roses
Strewn on a luminous land
Yama and Dali and Karma and Kali
A heart in a mannequin’s hand
He showed me a skull full of sinister dolls
The ink on a baby’s skin
The wild provocation of beauty
And the unsubtle presence of sin
He showed me unusual clichés
Arranged in original ways
Dudes in the gloom of a glorious doom
Rocking the Ancient of Days
He showed me a girl with an earring
A boy sat alone with a scream
The mischievous mosh of Breughel and Bosch
Through acrylic satirical dream
He showed me the judgement of jesters
The torments of transient lust
The whirling of dervishes whipping up wind
The imprints of pride in the dust
As he showed me his rainbow emotions
His passion, and bright neon grace
Solemn tears came tumbling down
His secret and hidden face
When I asked for the key to his magic
To his powerful mystical prayer
He turned
In silence
And pointed to
The lonely clown on the stair
‘Tis time to face the darkness
The words of the flyer had said
In Simon Griffiths’ art I found
The light of his soul instead
© Gail Foster 2016