Best Roared Poems
( previous title...Destruction Junction)
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There once lived a mouse who was intelligent; a mouse of
action, and very good!
Who did so much to clean up his neighborhood.
Mice that were hungry found jobs and were happy.
They had full tummies now and hugged their "pappies".
They were free to go to church, as good mice do!
And so very proud to live in Mouse Town,too!
But around the corner lurked some very jealous,
livid mice.
Telling lies and tales to demean that Good Mouse.
Not once, but three-thousand and thrice!
And yet, the Good Mouse kept things at ease.
Whilst the evil mice wanted him cut down at the knees.
No matter all that the Good Mouse would do.
Well, harumph!
These, the jealous mice could simply not eschew!
So Mouse Town had an election to rid the town of the
Good Mouse!
In fact, the jealous were so livid they planned to drag
him out of his own special house!
There is no end to this on-going tale yet.
Even those who like him are beaten and under threat?
While the jealous, mice plotted long past midnight, just
salivating to see his end!
He flew high above them not only in principle and action,
but in Mouse Town's best silvery jet!
Just beyond the grassy, verdant bend.
Those scrawny, spiteful, mice overcome with tales and
hate.
Had souls that were the devil's mate.
They simply do not realize the lovers of Mouse Town will
re-elect Good Mouse as Head of Mouse Town.
Oh, how they will gnash their teeth, cry and frown....
And yes, blame his win on some "international" Mouse Town?
While Mouse Town will be celebrating with great jubilation,
The green eyed mice will be drinking sour grapes in a state
of another, most dark humiliation!!
Moral: "Winners make the effort; losers make excuses."
(Frank Sonnenberg~Soul Food)
Or
Winners are people of action, losers love playing victim!
January 15, 2020
It was just a typical ordinary night
I was all tucked up in bed
Radio on reading a book
By lamp light.
When suddenly
I saw a flash in the corner of my eye
Boy I was so scared
I nearly wet myself
I was petrified.
For there under the wardrobe
I did see
A giant mouse twitching it's nose
I could have sworn
It was laughing at me.
It had two huge eyes
The size of dinner plates
It was nearly as huge as a house
It was my worst nightmare come true
A giant enormous mouse.
I screamed when I realized it wasn't a dream
At the huge hairy monster fiend
Well I panicked and jumped out of bed
Ran down stairs screaming!!!!!
And banged my head.
I grabbed a pile of books
And hid in the bathroom
And locked the door
and put some things against the door
And some towels at the bottom on the floor.
And there I stayed for two weeks or more only occationaly
Leaving to get a drink or some food
Anything else I wasn't in the mood.
Well I wasn't going to let a mouse outsmart me
That would have been so silly
You see
So I bought a humane mouse trap
Because I hate killing things
And tried to tempt it in
I tried every contraption on the market
But still the mouse would win
It was like a mouse hotel
I tried sardines cheese and pastabake
Chocolate and well done steak
Salmon toast boiled egg and sweets
It ate me out of house and home
With all the treats.
But still I couldn't get it.
Well soon I turned into a crazed mad killer!
With a shotgun and an axe
I was a hunter and my mouse was my prey
But still the mouse had it's day
Dynamite was the last resort
I tried real hard but it couldn't be bought.
Then one day I found it dead
The fattest mouse I'd ever seen laid by my bed.
It was finally over to my relief
But I felt so sorry for the critter
that caused me so much grief.
But having spent two weeks
In the bathroom with all those books
At least I came out a much wiser well read man
And a mouse is all that it took
But now I was broke
I didn't have a penny left
As I'd overfed the mouse to death
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. June.
My first car was a thirty-seven Ford
It would do all of forty-five when floored
The horn played Little Bo Peep
Had straight pipes on the old heap
Cops not amused as about town I roared
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 1 in Carol Brown's "My First Car" Contest - March 2012
~The Rhinoceros That Roared~
The Wrinkled skin of the Rhinoceros
Steel hard, no man can penetrate
The young buck on the tourist bus
Thought if he killed one, his lovers heart he could take.
He wanted to be a macho man...
But he was just a spoilt rich boy
He took his souped up jeep out there
He roared the engine of his favorite toy.
The horn of the Rhino he wanted to win
To give to the girl he loved, as a prize
It is supposed to be an aphrodisiac
But he was in for a great big surprise.
He faced the Rhino in his souped up jeep
The Rhino looked bored, if one can, so to speak…
Pedal to the metal, head on towards the horn
The wheels spun, the earth showered, the Rhino looked forlorn.
The jeep roared at the Rhino, who opened his mouth up wide
Just as the souped up idiot hit-and he drove on right inside
The Rhino swallowed and walked away with a jaunty gate
The girl he lost, he disappeared, for them it was to late…
Tales are told in whispered voice still through out the land
They tell of a Rhino who does strange things when his temper is fanned
His eyes flash, his feet spin, a horn beeps, and more
Just don’t get in front of him, because you can hear an engine roar…
©~GG~ 19/08/2012
As Those Western Blue Skies Up And Roared
Cowboy rode his horse, gentle on the reins
crossing hot prairie, while in lonesome pains
yet rainbow song played in beating heart
for soon he and his love, would never part.
She a beauty with only eyes for he
with an eager love larger than a sea
her gentle touch, her lips gave sweet treasure
she gave hope, in an unequal measure.
From hill crest he soon saw her standing there
in her radiant glow, nothing more fair
spurring faithful mount, to her arms he went
to ravenous angel heaven surely sent!
As those western blue skies up and roared
Cowboy knew Love, he had truly scored!
Robert J. Lindley, 8-20-2019
Sonnet, ( Across The Burning Hot Desert He Rode )
She's a woman, he's a man
He likes sex and she likes fame.
Devil's voice is over them
Shouting hard: "I love the MAN"
Moonlight comes switching the ends
He's a woman, she's a man.
God all mighty goes to sleep
Devil comes and eats the chick
Man is sad, he wants revenge,
Moonlight comes switching the ends
He's a wolf, devil's a man,
Moonlight hides, they fight till end
The wolf ate the man at noon
And roared for hours at the moon!
Cold creeps
from swift whirlwinds
left me quivering with chattered teeth
and drenching with sweat.
Trumpeting;
foreshadow of war.
There I was
aghast on the battlefield
accoutered with no armor or shield
and no cavalrymen to deploy;
ashen with fear.
Venomous arrowheads
seared me with scars
as a sword ravaged my heart.
I yielded in anguish
at the acme of predicament,
kneeling forth my adversary.
My soul roared with rage
as it set ablaze in the cage.
Scorched by the flames;
fire streamed through my veins,
unveiling my chaste
and awakening the spirit within.
With the might of a warrior
I perished my nemesis,
alias; the demons in the mind.
Dawn abrupt in the azure sky;
denoting the apogee of valor.
Internet mania, a double-edged sword,
Prez campaigns, fun nor frolic can afford,
Memes may make huge buzz,
But few votes for the fuss,
Fans may turn sudden foes,
And goodwill sooner goes,
Look at Trump, he now whimpers who ere roared.
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Happenings |03.08,2024| political, USA
Poet’s note: kamala Harris may have turned a phenomenon, or rather a ‘feminomenon’ at present to command a lot of fun and froth on social media. The question is would they turn into actual votes in November? One hopes, she does not become a victim like Hillary Clinton. Prez campaigns cannot hinge on coconut jokes.
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az
'round the guardz
mine
cheated
circling their spy
unto her side
i whispered
"i love you"
she pulled the mic
close
she whispered
"oh so cliche"
hern pretty winked
and continued
"hey edvard
i love you too"