Best Riz Poems
It's early spring and what do you know
The corn is as low as an elephant's toe
The grass has riz no sign of rain
Boidies are singing a happy refrain
Feel like jumping and clicking my heels
But I'm 77, take a long time to heal
Think I'll just watch the young 'uns at play
And reminisce bout the good ole days
The corn is as low as an elephant's toe
Soon reach his eye as the old song goes
It's early spring and what do you know
The corn is as low as an elephant's toe
© Jack Ellison 2013
Spring has sprung, the grass has riz
Wonder where the boidies is
Up in de sky
So very high
Or up in de tree making boidie kids
© Jack Ellison 2015
The rat tiptoed to the house, picks up a thread
While the soft spoken black cat is, still, in bed
Sleepy, but, she is to battle it, to win, for today
To gain her breath, in solitude, for another day
At first, she will fetch water, from a sacred well
Passing through the silent field of fears, of hell
While the sympathetic morning moon watches
And giving her consoles, with uplifting touches
Of hopes, to warm her shaken, but noble heart
From the cold of early morn, that torn her apart
Before the fading moon could bid her goodbye
Her tiny feet has swollen red, like a chicken fry
The rat sadly waves her bye to the fading moon
She kisses gladly the first crow, with her broom
To sweep the scattered butts, of Marlboro Light
Before favored kitten come, and give her a fight
She uses her magic matches to light the sticks
Delicately set at the center of a three big bricks
Eggs and bacon, with riz Cantonese to prepare
The boiling silvery pot, patiently, waits her care
While the family feasts, the rat runs to the room
To fix the beds’ pleats, and then, she will zoom
To clean the ruin of wars, on the two slab tables
Before, she finds herself drown, in little bubbles
Her paled skin got burned, from the blazing sun
While the soft spoken black cat enjoying the fun
Of watching, the afternoon entertainments show
That the rat never sees, for she has list to follow
But, before the day ends, the poor rat was bitten
By the soft spoken black cat, left.....right up to ten
That made her soul cries, under the mango tree
Hides her tears, in the dark, no one will ever see
Only when the soft spoken black cat’s gone away
Thus, the rat feels happy, for she has time to play
In a world, where no creatures exist, but, just her
She now lives in illusion, in her own, fake laughter
The rat has beaten many times the first cockcrow
For the soft spoken black cat, not to live in sorrow
Till she left her, nothing, but full of fear and wraths
Forever haunt her, even if, she takes dozen baths
O God, the rat has a phobia, ‘cos of this black cat
Won’t you ever pity seeing her sleeping in a mat?
Or when somebody, with shot, scratches her tail?
For I cannot stand, seeing how human beings fail
La capitale est Dakar. deux millions de gens habitent en Dakar. Dakar est su pour musuems.
Il est su aussi pour faire les courses.
St. Louis est à la bouche de la Rivière de Sénégal. Ceci est une île avec beaucoup
d'histoires. Cette belle île a aussi le Djoudj le parc national d'oiseaux.
visiter le parc national. vous pouvez trouver beaucoup d'animaux différents comme les
lions, les singes, et les hippopotames
Les seneglais boivent le thé et le café souvent. ils boivent aussi une boisson appelé
Toufam. C'est un yogourt mince avec l'eau. ils mangent beaucoup de riz et de poisson
• la langue officielle est française.
• 94% de gens pratique la religion d'Islam. Il y a des églises catholiques et des églises
protestantes aussi
• la population de Sénégal est 12.521.851
• La monnaie officielle de Sénégal est le franc cfa (Communaut Financiaire Africaine). La
monnaie est utilisée 14 états d'Africain d'ouest, africains et Centraux aussi.
Le climat dans Sénégal est juste. C'est d'habitude sec de septembre à juin et quelque
pluie pendant la nuit en juillet et août. Les températures sont dans les quatre-vingts mai
à septembre. Ils sont dans les soixante-dix décembre à avril. Pendant que voyageant au
Sénégal pendant l'hiver, un veston est recommandé. Amener le vêtement pour le temps
pluvieux. Pendant que voyageant au Sénégal pendant l'été, le l'un doit amener des short et
des tee-shirts. Le pays est tolérant à toutes religions. Il n'y a pas le vêtement
requirments.
Le seneglais ont beaucoup de festivals et de carnavals. ils aiment chanter et danser. le
seneglais sont des gens artistiques.
Can I see him now…
Today is Friday, have you forgotten it?
Can I see her now…
Today is Friday, have you forgotten it?
I won’t take no as an answer,
Today is Friday, have you forgotten it?
I want to embrace them, both of them.
I can see in their eyes, they want to embrace me, too.
I missed them a lot. Thank God, today is Friday!
Have you forgotten it?
I don’t need to challenge what you’ll say,
For today is Friday, have you forgotten it?
Thou, we know that they’re ours, forever;
But today till Sunday, they’re only mine.
I’ll cook his favorite riz Cantonese;
And, I’ll make a Cesar’s salad, her weakness.
I can do it better, than anyone else, you’ll see;
I’ll provide them the best thing a father can give.
Simply, ‘cos I love them, my own blood, with all my heart
Thank God, today’s is Friday! Have you forgotten it?
Come on kids, hop into my taxi;
And we’ll go to my place, your old home.
Mea Culpa, but I Plead not Guilty.
Safe at home,
it was an ordinary day.
I was on PoetrySoup,
reading poems, page by page.
And then, the house shook,
I ran outside,
and to my surprise a light,
shining down from the sky,
lifted me off the grass.
Darkness
is all I remember next,
no couch, no text.
And then a Vogon voice
cooing in the black
uttered syllables full of malice
sending shivers down my back:
“Vogon Voigon, Vogon Voigon, Diip’L Diip’L Space
Goyn’gone, noi escase ynda Diip’L Space
Fingletipslytch, noilbedrytch, brub brub brub
Vogon Voigon, Vogon Voigon, Diip’L Diip’L Space
k’Rrak-tothruut, hutdryl-buz riz riz riz
moiff-braq, braq guud, shreemy ynda Diip’L Diip’L Space
Vogon Voigon, Vogon Voigon, Goyn’gone Goyn’
gentle-nittle
gentle-nittle
expoi
expoi
noi escase”
I needn’t state my fear to you,
nor how my heart turned cold.
I’m sure you understand
how the Vogon stirred my soul,
blended it.
I tried to stay resolute
insouciant to the Vogon’s noisome use
of minatory morphemes, but
I felt them creep in,
crepuscular,
prowling the twilight of my consciousness,
their vowels
staring at me like eyes.
The Vogon vowels, Vogon vowels, Vogon vowels.
I tried to shut my ears,
tried not to hear
the rhadamanthine trenchant chant,
but my wrists held fast in adamantine bonds,
my ears as unreachable as acnestis.
My thoughts,
my words,
were blurring,
becoming more obscure.
My paranoia pulsed
as my metanoia pushed,
my will to resist seeming fatuous,
as I slowly succumbed to a meretricious delight
in the vile Vogon’s exerable verse.
I would like to tell you that I escaped,
for I am back at home,
on my couch
writing poems, but
there is noi escase
noi escase
noi escase
from the Diip’L Diip’L Space
February 9, 2025
Vogon Poetry Contest, sponsor: Sotto Poet
w?rdz sp?ld k?'r?kt 'v?rs?s f?'n?t?k 'sp?l??
Ð?s na? b?'g?nz 'fib?l ?'t?mpt
tu 'r?nd?r ra?m f?r no? 'riz?n
?'p?nd?d w?ð f?'n?t?k træn'zle???n
'me?nli æz 'ple?f?l tiz z?n
s?'n?n?m?s ?'mæ??n?? 'ti???
s?d '?ks?r?sa?z tu 'ig?r '??ldr?n
ri'ma?nd?? 'rid?rz ðæt j??
ænd 'r?stl?s w?ð 'sp?ti ?'t?n??n
hir 'spo?k?n w?rd wa?l ?n 'jut?ro?,
po?st 'ne?t?l, 's?bs?kw?ntli w?n
hi/?i 'p?r?ts 'p?r?nt(?s) ænd/?r
'g?rdi?n, ? m?r d?'l?b(?)r?t j?n
?'ra?z?z tu ?'kwa??r 'gre?t?r k?g'n???n,
??ntu'???n, 'kw?s??n (kw?st j? h?n)
'kw?kli d?'v?lv?? '?ntu f?ks k?n
b?rbd 'ra??t?s 'læft?r ?'næl?g?s
'tra??? w?ts ?v 'pe???nt k?'midi?n/
k??midi'?n r?'z?rt?? kwa?t '?f?n
tu ?r?p?'t???n, remonstration,
ri??t?'re???n... w?? fr?'stre???n
ma?t n?'s?s??te?t 'te?k?? t?n,
?r so? 'm?n?ts ?v ??nt?r'm???n
'ma?ndf?l 'm?n?t?r 'pre?z?z p?n
'?lt?m?t 'v?rb?l ?'dr??t ?'b?l?ti
'?rn?? 'h?l?i trit f?r ?r?s?'te???n,
p?r'hæps r?'s?pi?nt ?k's?p??n?li
'ig?r tu ?d'væns 'pæs?? 'go?ld?n
'ma?l?sto?n 'e?b?l, 'r?di, ænd w?l l?n
tu 'tæk?l 'ra?t?? k?'r?kt 'sp?l??,
w?ns 'l?rn?? tu ho?ld p?n(cil)
(w?'?a?t 'bi?? ve?n) b?'g?n m?n
t?l 'pr??s?s, w?? n?kst st?p d?n
?'la?z, ?'ne?b?lz ænd pr?'va?dz s?n
s?t hiv hændz ?n 'ga?d?ns
'h?lp?? 'pri?skul?r - ?l 'la?v?n
ænd w?l w?ð ?n'?uzi?æz?m kl??
'ra?t?? '?mpl?m?nt 'f??g?rz 'o?p?n
b?'f?r '??ntli 'græsp?? ?'b?v r?n
'd?r?? 'kudo?s w?ð ?n e?'m?n.
(Inspired by ‘paranoir’ by Riz Mack)
Reckless Jack and fair Jill, youthful hearts aroused,
did scale that hill, less for water, than illicit thrills.
Atop that perilous height, they began a lover’s fight.
Stolen moments, once sweetly solaced, can prove brief.
Alas, the twisted tryst, turned awkward tumble swift,
with clothes askew and most immodest bruises blue.
Honest folk, share this lesson far and wide, by rhyme and tune -
beware young lovers, less passion's tide prove a bumpy slide to ruin.
07.0620
Fear usually gripped my nerves
I dreaded broken bottles my heart perchance be served
To a wetland I could lose you
Little I thought of the deadwood
Ready I to send to the urn any jostler
Alas the heart I guarded against the living,
had a suitor waiting at the great gulf course in the sky
I couldn't compete with his riz
He snatched you with ease.
All I have now are memories
I am pained by your silence, Amy
Tell me you hate it where you are,please
Spring has sprung, the grass has riz
Wonder where the boidies is
Up in de sky
So very high
Or up in de trees making boidies kids