Best Rule Book Poems
You tried to win her over
with dark chocolate and daisies
Passion on beds of clover
always works with the ladies
So why her indiscretions
She revealed it with a sigh
You didn't ask the right questions
the rule book doesn't apply
See beneath all that glitters
her cool choreographed style
It's not hidden in twitters
try looking beyond her smile
Her love you cannot purchase
She can sense if you are fake
Do not play on the surface
dive down deep into her lake
Once she's truly discovered
surely passions will run deep
The depths of her uncovered
whispered secrets you must keep
She'll give you what you wish for
there is magic in her soul
If you just reveal your core
together you will be whole
Don't ever try to change her
that person she'll never be
If you try, she'll leave for sure
for that girl needs to be free!
Contest: "Men your advice to another man on females"
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Written December 18, 2018
Categories:
rule book, betrayal, desire, girl, girlfriend,
Form:
Rhyme
The rule book
Of Society rules
We either live by the rules
Or be ruled unfit:
Toe the line
Walk that fine line
Keep in line
But never cross the line;
Speak up
Speak when spoken to
Speak politely
But never speak out of turn;
Mind your manners
Mind where you look now
Mind your Mama
Oh just never mind;
Look out
Watch out
Just let it play itself out
But never let it out;
Come when called
Come along now
Come here
Just never come alone.
But sometimes
The line between formal
And informal
Ambition
Blurs
And I come
Unspoken
Alone
In my mind
Without you
Playing it out
With both feet
Planted firmly
Over the line.
Categories:
rule book, social
Form:
Free verse
THEY USED SPOONED NOW SHE IS SPOON FED
He holds a seventy-two year old spoon to her mouth
seventy-two years wed
seventy-two years in the same bed
he holds the spoon in front of her gray framed head
after all, sick or not, frail or not
the lady must be fed
and if anyone was going to do the feeding
it would be the man who, for seventy-two years she'd been needing
gardening, growing, weeding
seeding the same garden for seventy-two years through sun and rain
seventy-two years easing each others pain
one's devotion is only exceeded by the other
father and mother
with men and women left behind
yet always on their collective mind
the years spent stifling arguments and cultivating love
the many years they had to fix the roof above
his hand shook as the spoon neared her mouth
they'd began in the north but ended up in the south
no cold north wind to battle against, only to lose the fight
no snow to begin in the morning and still be falling past midnight
no white to fight against with an aging back and a discontented wife
but this was their life
and slowly he slips the ground up mush upon her tongue because she could hardly swallow
with no rule book nor informative guide that left them sometimes feeling hollow
each not fearing but expecting death
and so each dawn one would feel for the others breath
so spoonful by spoonful that 72 year old utensil was used for sustenance
he so amorous for 72 years of her divine countenance
he had plagues of his own
but a 72 year old bond had been grown
alas they would swallow their pride
let their Lord be their guide
the God who had protected them and stifled their tepid tears
and had been doing so for seventy-two years
© 2012 © copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
rule book, devotion, old, old,
Form:
Quatrain
Check your closets and your drawers;
Summer's end is almost here.
Labor Day’s the signal
Certain clothes must disappear.
For we know the custom dictates
That this holiday’s approach
Means that if you’re still in flip-flops,
You’ll be viewed with some reproach.
And whoever wrote the rule book
Felt that he or she was right
When declaring after Labor Day,
No one should dress in white.
When you choose tomorrow’s outfit,
Pick white shorts or pants and shoes,
For the days are numbered when those clothes
Are ones you’re free to choose.
Just don’t say I didn’t warn you
If you give in to caprice;
Flaunting white September second
Will bring on the fashion police!
Categories:
rule book, clothes, summer, labor day,
Form:
Rhyme
Here, I wrote a bridal guide,
A rule book for future brides,
No matter if you're fair, fat and wide,
Or not, here's some dependable asides,
First, keep degrees and jobs up to date,
With some mates you can't relate,
You never know when the rats will turn,
To being a doormat, is what to spurn,
Keep some getaway money set aside,
This is important in a bridal guide,
Always update your roadside assist,
Without that, car bingles can get you miffed,
Ditto home and car insurance too,
Note these well, I say to brides like you,
Never take drugs if to Bali you roam,
Then you definitely won't be coming home,
Herein, I wrote a bridal guide,
My rule book for brides like you.......
Categories:
rule book, bridal shower, divorce, husband,
Form:
Free verse
Nobody ever sees a drop kick today.
The days of its popularity have gone away.
Look in the rule book; it’s still a legal play.
This is a move teams tend to avoid
since the ball took the shape of its familiar spheroid.
It is rare to get a true bounce when the ball touches the ground.
That is why attempts are practically never found.
However, a New England Patriots quarterback had no fears.
He performed the first drop kick in over sixty years.
The ball successfully went through the uprights for a score.
Since 2005, we have not been able to see anymore.
Information taken from the website of the Pro Football Hall of Fame
Categories:
rule book, football,
Form:
Rhyme
HEADSTONE....
I came, I saw but the world conquered me.
I kept the real me inside just not to offend the world.
I saw evil and unjust practices but choose to sit on the fence, after all it did not affect me.
I said yes when I meant to say no.
I never felt the pinch in my fellow man's shoes cos mine was comfy.
I was always part of the majority because the minority will never have their way.
I never saw the good in people unless the look and think like me.
I carried my rule book around and if you don't measure up to it, you are doomed from the word go.
In my world, its my perception or the highway.
I surrounded myself with friends whose thoughts betrayed their smiles.
Today, My wasteful journey has come to an end.
My dry bones that left no positive mark now lie dormant surrounded by headstones.
Even the words of the priest and teary eyes of mourners refuse to give me a second chance.
A chance that I desperately need to show the real me.
For the living, why not learn from my regrets?
you still have the chance to leave positive prints.
As for me its too late.
Joseph D.C Ahumibe.
Newbridge, County Kildare.
Republic Of Ireland.
Categories:
rule book, death, eulogy, funeral,
Form:
Epitaph
These magic beans come from a place
on the other side of the rainbow
Some are good some are bad
Red of course it the power to make someone fall in love with you
Blue has the power to take all your sadness anyway
Black has the power to take fear away and make you brave
These are not the kind you eat
You put it in a drink make a wish
Wait for the sparkle and it may come true
The rule book saids to be careful what you wish for
The most special bean is the mystery favor
What is does for you is always a secret
Categories:
rule book, autumn, candy, color, cool,
Form:
Free verse
Gotta have guts to fall and rise,
To buck the trend and wrest the prize,
To thrust your life in hands of mates,
To believe in self, tempt the fates.
Each day give yourself a surprise.
Night's dark mantle leads to sunrise,
Rise from the dust with this surmise.
Cock a snook at life if it grates.
Gotta have guts.
When you are down and life's not nice,
It's up to you to add the spice.
Play not as the rule-book states;
You'll grin when you knock at the Gates.
Heed well these words , those of the wise :
Gotta have guts!
~12 Jul 2016~
syllables checked via www.howmanysyllables.com
Best Rondeau Poem - sponsored by Laura Loo
Rondeau Rhyme Scheme: AABBA-AABC-AABBAC
EIGHT Syllables in each line except the 4th line in second stanza ( C ) and the last line in the third stanza. ( C ) They have FOUR syllables and is the repeated refrain from the first four syllables in stanza one
Categories:
rule book, inspirational,
Form:
Rondeau
Telephones are a useless reflection of communication as forms of forks do not require such modernity to talk. When planning waltzing with 89 peas for a show that has been advertised globally always be mindful of pods. Pods are anarchical and can cause the peas to wish to jump back into bed. Such a luxury of a green shroud. No sheets necessary in a shell. The wandering significance of a beetroot is characterised always by the remaining stain. Yet whilst clearing this essence it is wise to chant to the plant and dance in a semi circular motion. Beads baked brought baths. And bathing in reed encrusted streams can deliver a view of an alternate skyline deemed very secret. Great isn't it. The introduction of waddling pink animals equals the eradication of crop. No food. Nothing. Yet it can be ascertained that when the smoke was sailing up to the blue moon the ancestral wisdoms would allow for defences and ideas steaming from plants can be very useful. The huge bowl with a diameter of over 5000 feet now caters not for wild but for trotting uniforms. Crater cantering carnage. And carriages carry ornately dressed ladies with parasols. Wow. One cannot tame such an expanse? Put inhabitants into caged areas? Bang bang then gone. Misted views sold. Tailoring a society to adhere to a rule book dominated by two legged earth dwellers. Yet, it is with correction the problem is seen. And much land cries with the entrance of the feathered helmets and the exit of the caretakers of the mother. Sit then many caves. Many caves stood. Digging dwellings decidedly difficult. No ha to this. And no x today nor tomorrow. Subsidence silent. C s b q y colonisation *
Categories:
rule book, anger, angst,
Form:
I am in a race, to see the face of faith
I am on a ride, to see the world unified
I am on a train, to the end of pain
On a jumbo jet, free from all my debt
Sounds too good to be true
But hey it worked for me
And it can work for you
One day you’ll see
And when you do
You’ll be free too
You’ll be walking down a new road
And no longer will you carry that load
Your regrets, your mistakes
Your pain and your heartaches
No, none of that will compare to what lies ahead
In the greatness of his plan, your past is dead
Nothing in this world will make you cower
Your mind will become a strong tower
Your life, a testament to His power
So what are you waiting for?
Get on board, Get ready to run
This is not a chore, this is fun
This is not just a rule book
Not just a good boy’s guide to life
Come, take a closer look
Get ready to jump, ready to dive
Into the most important mission
You could ever accept
A grand adventure, a most epic quest
Put your worries to rest
Because this is what's best
In these last few years
Though there has been pain
And there have been tears
My life has completely changed
I used to be filled with fear
I was frightened by failure
Now I've been to the jungles of Ecuador
Three times already, soon to be four
I used to be bound by addiction
My heart in a state of affliction
Now I am set free
To live with integrity
No more distractions
To delay me from action
And this life is only just beginning
This is only the first chapter
Here is my point
Christ is not about not sinning
Not just about avoiding the rapture
No He has far greater plans than that
More than our imaginations can capture
Plans for both you and me
To take part in a glorious adventure,
To fulfill our destiny
So what are you waiting for?
Get on board, get ready to run
This is not a chore, this is fun!
Categories:
rule book, adventure, christian, courage, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
Why do women want equality?
Why do women want equality?
They are far superior to men.
Has that got you wondering?
Shall I say it again?
Men cannot give new life.
Bare a child I mean.
With all the brains they possess.
They can’t make a baby, reproductive machine.
Then there is a house.
Women turn into a home.
Men would live in dust and dirt.
Not a clean, warm, comforting home.
Women are intelligent.
They can write as well as men.
So why not rewrite the rule book.
As if life was in the beginning again!
I cannot tell you what to write.
As the new mad author I be.
But you could start with the covers.
On men instead of thee.
Then there are the freedoms.
As you move your arms and legs, you do have two!
Which means you could ride a bike.
Or drive a car, it’s true.
So come on now, you ladies.
What would you like to write?
Whatever you do, make sure you get it right!
Equality is not the word.
Equality is so absurd.
I’ve already said, you’re better than men.
I should know as I’m one of them.
As the new mad author I am a man.
It really is a pity.
Women did not write those first few words.
Or men would now want equality!
Now, is that not so absurd?
Categories:
rule book, adventure, change, encouraging, freedom,
Form:
Who is the master in this frivolous farm?
Crystalized chaos should cause some alarm.
Irrational ideas with no common ground,
Stifled by silence and its deafening sound.
Superior smirking with falsified pride,
Deceit of the rule book, which we must abide.
Glorified garbage, manipulation intact,
Forces at work amid the attack.
Crippling calmness disguising the deed,
Menacing caution that one must concede.
All-encompassing threats from the master at hand,
Conforming to pressure with repeated demand.
Ready to enter, the sheep tightly packed,
Pledging assurance, the odds are well stacked.
Damned are the stock with nowhere to go,
Just a floundering farmer with a poor cattle show.
03/07/2022
Keeper of the Flame
Edward Ibeh
Categories:
rule book, corruption, metaphor, poems, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
What is normal?
A disquise we make in our minds
A coating to hide our fear of differences
Or maybe a rule book made by the man
No one is normal
no one is the same
It doesn't matter what you say
I love my differences the way they are
I am wierd
You are wierd
We are wierd they are wierd
They are wierd
That is why we must embrace our differences
Or else none of us are real people
normal is nothing to be proud of
Be yourself and live
Categories:
rule book, happiness
Form:
Do Have Difficult Time
What I want to do most are always my do's
And all of my don'ts I do not like to use
There is no excuse for doing any of them
Whether it was a her or had been a him.
Don'ts to me are simply never worth using
From fans may be receiving a bunch of booing
According to rule book don'ts they will forbid
So why by some people are they still did.
Doing don'ts are considered to be a crime
Have become habitual when done all the time
Some were completed season after season
And at all could have done for no reason.
Some don'ts are performed by Donald Trump
Who gives out gas like they do at a pump
Becomes more then you can stand or bare
And had eventually turned into much hot air.
This same situation can also be related
To balls under-inflated and egos over-inflated
So which one of these two do you prefer?
With neither of them will I ever concur.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Categories:
rule book, funny, humorous,
Form:
Couplet