Best Rummy Poems
sergeant pepper smokes his stogie in a capsized submarine-
lucky lucy clad in yellow wears her purple diamond ring
rainbow demons play gin rummy on a sunlit july morn-
captain kirk on planet cestus wrestles with a lizard gorn
love me tender leaves them weeping/ uncle miltie turns them red-
joseph stalin keeps them hungry/ adolph hitler slays them dead
genocides and ethnic cleansings purify the holy land-
christians burning with their Bibles on the stake at pope's command
gen'rals gather in their masses/ death and hatred to mankind-
just like witches at black masses poisoning each brainwashed mind
helter skelter shelter me
save me from catastrophe
turn the corner love your brother wish away all hateful dreams-
join us in this celebration all is not quite as it seems
take a moonwalk with your neighbor/ sail away on saffron seas-
meteoric skies are dawning let us get down on our knees
modern prophets sound the message babylon will see her end-
kill the godless beast she rides on yea, 'tis just around the bend
ziggy stardust sings soprano/ alfred neuman's lost in space-
jello pudding wooed bill cosby now it's just a big disgrace
wanting red but getting turquoise/ loving her but missing you-
children in the distance crying breaking achy hearts in two
shine on you crazy diamond
shine until the break of dawn
love
joy
be
*see how many cultural references you can find and recognize
*DRUNKEN POET*
There I see him sitting like a dummy.
Asking me for more shots of rummy
Talking about his detox days.
Talking about his poetic ways.
Rhyming my eyes comparing them to the moon.
Whispering lines saying he wants too spoon.
Next thing you know his words start getting deep.
Poeting out words revealing he's the family's black sheep.
His blood shot level was releasing his emotional word.
Dreaming that I was in a bath like a dirty bird.
Intoxicated with a breath so refreshing.
Designing me a thousand passionate ones in the meshing
Falling for his physical and mental temporary drunken state
His sense of intellectual things where hitting me real straight.
Swallowing his words like a forbidden love potion
I excessively indulged him with more alcohol to inspire his motion
Admitting to me that love was his downfall.
For me he fell from the stars and than began to crawl.
Proposing a toast for the sake of love
Rambling how I'm the only one he's dreaming of
Nourishing me with his ocean water of affection
Re-bonding his words for me to be his resurrection
Call me crazy for feeling the connection!
Allowing him to penetrate his poetry in me like an injection.
A character so loving above a 99% liquor proof test.
Romancing me with the disguise that he is the best.
Restraining myself from this drunken poet called my husband
Remembering that he is the one fool I can not stand
In his most charming rhyme he called me his rehab.
By that time I knew it was time to call him a cab.
Reminding him about his Alcoholic Anonymous class.
Now all of a sudden he starts acting like an a$$!
Putting his drunken sober poet mind to sleep.
Anyways tomorrow he will still be the same poetic romantic creep!
BY: P.D.
Golden days of old
when times were hard,
Yet, families did things together.
a ghostly story on the radio to make you scared.
Or maybe if you had a piano
a sing song was heard,
No television in those days
Families talked, today that sounds absurd
Golden days were tinged with sadness
When a person dies much too young.
Medicine wasn't at its height
the young children weren't strong.
Food was not a plenty
yet was organic, as you see
no money to buy pesticides,
so pure fruit and veg for tea.
Card games were the norm
Whist and rummy comes to mind.
Snap for the children to play.
Match sticks for money was used you will find.
No fruit drinks for the children on this day
tap water was what they will have
Adams ale was what it was called
sounded better to the naive.
A bottle of beer for father,
Mam had a cup of tea.
Gran lived with us also
So was a happy family life for me.
As you grow up you remember
the best thing in life were free.
Those happy days were not full of strife
Just wish your family are as happy
As in the golden days of your life.
Penned April 1st. 2015
Tales of her young life as told over the years by my late mamgu (grandmother).
Hope I related them correctly.
"If I feel physically,
as if the top of my head been taken off,
I know it's poetry."
--Emily Dickenson
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No money no honey from this honey
You may look but won’t rub this fine tummy;
That maybe so, but I ain’t no dummy
Shining like gold—don’t you touch this Emmy!
Pay gone, drunk, smoky, come acting thuggy,
Don’t treat me like an Egyptian mummy;
You have nerves to tell me I look yummy
Step back—know that I will not be chummy!
Say what, you will find another bunny?
Git, to your saloon playing gin rummy;
Tonight I’m keeping safe my sweet plumy
Leave—before I pull my New York Jimmy!
Swiftly, before doorknob hit your bunny,
Shuggy—I ain’t got time tonight bummy!
© Joseph, November 28, 2008
© All Rights Reserved
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Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Semi-finalist Selection, Jan. 2009.
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Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
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Mork from Ork
Mork landed down from planet Ork
he never called a man dork
was ever so funny
he never drank rummy
he never did flip a cork
Written: Nov. 17, 2015
Theresa
Happy. Genial. Merry. Jolly
Blottoed, blasted, etched and blitzed
Mellow, foggy, hazy, squiffy
Tipsy. Tiddly. Brahms and Liszt
Dazed, zombied, tanked-up, trollied
Ganted, gubbed, guttered
Bladdered, blathered, leathered, plastered,
Sozzled, sloshed, scuttered
Hammered, battered, caned, mangled
Spannered, mullered. Half-cut, lashed
Twisted, warped, slammed, wasted
Wrecked, ruined. Munted, trashed
Liquified, marinated, juiced, sauced,
Steamed, pickled, fried
Cabbaged, mashed, cooked, baked
Boiled, stewed. Pie-eyed
Stinking. Howling. Pole-axed, floored
Under the influence. Off one's woo
Steampigged, badgered, ratted, goosed,
Clobbered. Lairy. Boogaloo
3 sheets to the wind. Away with the fairies
Under the table. Tight as a tick.
Ankled, wellied, trousered, legless,
Bevvied, swizzled, pot-sick.
One over the eight. Out nibbling the grape.
Rosy. Rummy. Poggled.
Jober as a sudge. Laughing at the carpet.
Seeing double. Boggled.
Lubricated, oiled, pixilated, ploughed
Intoxicated, inebriated. On the grog
Wobbly, jungled, off to the races
Lit up, shot down. Cocked as a log
As a lord, as a piper, as a fiddler, as a poet,
As a newt, as a monkey, as a skunk
As a sailor, as a mouse, as a pig, as a fart
Muddled. Fuddled. Or just plain drunk
Words and experiences, many of us share
And I'm sure there's a few that I've missed
But while some get "tired and emotional"
I just prefer to get…
An old southern tradition said to bring good luck throughout the year,
Is to eat black-eyed peas on New Years Day, a custom they hold so dear.
This Yankee boy had never heard of such 'til I wed my Confederate spouse!
Now, sixty years later we still observe that strange practice at our house!
Be that as it may, I'm not all that convinced that it really holds true,
And I'll relate for you a few curious events to prove my point of view!
In January of last year it froze so hard that my water line burst!
Mind you, the year had hardly begun - that was on January the first!
In March it snowed so hard that the blossoms froze on my apple tree!
There'd be no luscious fruit to chomp on for the squirrels, birds or me!
On the fifteenth of April I faithfully submitted my tax forms as required.
I received a notice in July that my presence for an IRS audit was desired!
In August the neighbor kid hit a home run that shattered my windowpane!
My 'in good hands' insurance wouldn't cover the cost, much to my disdain!
In October the airline lost all of our luggage, which is no great surprise!
(Hence, we'll ride AMTRAK when we travel in lieu of the friendly skies!)
I reckon my run of tough luck is just one of the rummy vicissitudes of life,
But oft' I muse, "Lord, is it only to me that such things happen so rife?"
(This was written with considerable tongue in cheek and to have a little fun.
I'll keep on eatin' black-eyed peas to better my luck, when all is said and done!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
We were both born in November
....... just two years apart
Having you as my big sister
....... I was off to a great start
You were much more than a sister
....... also a confident and friend
Through our troublesome childhood
...... on you I could depend
In protecting me you instilled
...... much courage and love
Not to dwell on the actions and hatred of others,
...... to rise above
Inseparable we always were
...... like two peas in a pod
A special and unique pairing
...... thoughtfully arranged by God
You plead with me, to fetch you
....... water, books and other stuff
I lovingly did it
...... while pretending to huff
Doing your insistent bidding
...... how could I not comply
You sweetly stating " I love you most "
...... with a twinkle in your eye
Endless hours spent together playing
...... monopoly, cribbage and gin rummy
We made our own joy
...... when life got crummy
Sharing the same bedroom
...... until our late teens
Making countless memories
...... and sharing dreams
In our twenties we worked together
...... side by side
Even living in the same building
...... we did reside
We had more time together
...... then most siblings ever get
That we're not still together
....... is a heartbreaking regret
Cancer came along and swiftly
...... made its claim
Life without you in it
...... is sadly not the same
I couldn't fathom so young
...... that you would depart
But dear sister you will forever remain
...... deep in my heart
There was a young chap from Berlin
Who stressed lack of sleep was a sin
He would get out of bed
On condition, he said,
That breakfast included dry gin.
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Contest: A Traditional Limerick
Hosted by Viv Wigley
Placed 2nd
Movie in the making, viewer discretion
Keep your mouth shut, forget witness protection
Better keep it discreet, avoid detection
Complete the play, can't afford a deflection
This the real deal, it ain't a gimmick
Watch and learn, just don't mimic
Statue-of-liberty, we're holding the torch
Running the race, but ain't competin' in sports
We're like bubbles in champagne, heading to the top
Come at me sideways, like a fish when it flop
Get popped, Glock's off safety, it's cocked
Or like an old rocking chair, get rocked
Leave you like I left your girl's 'coochie', beat-up
Don't want problems, you better speak-up
I'm a heavy-weight, you're lighter than a leaf
Eat you like a T-bone steak, I love beef
Money equals problem, problems come with money
I play the cards I was dealt, I'm good at Rummy
I'm not a treadmill, so don't try 'n' run me
Got money for rainy-days, even for when it's sunny
Like the Super-Dome, I'm on top of the game
I'm in it for the cash, ya'll can keep the fame
He blows his fortune on poker and rummy
She lives by the fridge where life is so yummy
With vows long ago said
They're now happily wed
He to his gambling and she to her tummy
Are this couple truly happily wed
Is the wife happy because she’s well fed
His poker and rummy
Is not at all funny
Something tells me that the romance is dead
__Belle Bellevue
12/20/22
Add-On
My Mother Was Love
My mother was love
Her love spoke soft and gentle with words
Loud and fierce with her heart
We knew her grace and patience
As a mother, daughter, sister, wife and friend
She loved the parents who crossed an ocean
To make a better life
She loved her brothers and sister
Who kept her young in laughter
She loved her children
Who she didn't always understand
But still accepted and embraced
She loved her husband
Who took care of her
And she, him until he left this life
She loved her friends
She loved bingo, even though she seldom won
She loved doing puzzles, reading and rummy
She loved to sing
Whether standards, or The Beatles
Singing moved her, and we smiled
When she lifted her voice
And our spirits, in song
She was glamorous and beautiful as a movie star
Yet wasn't above making funny faces
She bore emotional and physical pain
With dignity and quiet courage
There is a picture of a waterfall
With a quotation from Corinthians
That hangs in the room I slept in last night
That says what I've been trying to say here:
"Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast
It is not proud"
So I say
My Mother Was Love
November 1, 2009
Of all of the days to sleep in this late
Why did I have to choose today
The revolution we'd been planing along
I'm sure was already underway
I grabbed my bag, thank goodness already packed
And headed for the door
I ran out so fast my dog was aghast
My feet barely touching the floor
When I arrived at the park
I saw none of my friends
There were old ladies knitting shawls
Old men playing rummy and gin
I was already there
So I refused to go home
The revolution got canceled
And I wasn't informed
So I stood up on my soapbox
And yelled listen to me
All the old folks gathered round
As I gave the greatest of speech
I talked of how long
We'd been beat down by the man
As I went point by point
Of my intricate plan
There came weakened shouts
From a few in the crowd
While the hearing impaired
Wondered what all the fuss was about
We all moved to the street
With luck a Boy Scout happened by
To help all the old ladies across
But only one at a time
We surrounded Dairy Queen first
Because they have ice cream soft serve
Which goes down so smooth
When your wearing dentures
Next we did a flash mob
In the local Right-Aid
There were old women swinging purses
And old men waving canes
They all slowly shuffled down
The adult diaper aisle
Where they stripped the shelves clean
With raspy giggles and wrinkly smiles
Things were running so smoothly
According to revolutionary plans
We were creating social havoc
And sticking it BAD to the man
In the middle of the craze
My cell phone it rang
It was my radical friends
Wondering where I have been
I'm a tad bit embarrassed
That's the least I can say
In my mad rush to arrive
I went to the wrong park today
So I snuck out the back of Rite-Aid
As the swat team arrived
If I had a conscience I'd feel bad
In leaving my new old friends behind
every morning Gramma
landed in the kitchen with a righteous
appetite and her wispy hair perfectly placed
a proper cup of tea in hand
she would tell her precious grandchildren
you know, this day last year
Mr. Johnson trimmed his lawn and Audrey
Kerwin hung her first wash at eleven!
Gramma surveyed and recorded the goin’s on
good, bad, unspeakable, it was all in her precious
diaries in black and blue
at night, the kids snuck out of bed and moused
themselves to Gramma’s room
they never spoke
as they endured their parent’s rummy
feuds and folded to sleep on her corduroy couch
a few months after she passed
I asked where Gramma’s diaries were
their mother iced over as she turned away
much later, I found out
they were shredded
one by one
Little Heidel clapped her hands
As she heard the marching bands
Monkeys came who were leading
With their funny tails beating
Colorful and cheerful drums
Ratta-tat and Rummy-tums
Next up came some marching tunes
clarinets played by baboons
Elephants marched next in line
Blowing horns, they did just fine
Heidel watched in joy at those
Now came cats, bells on their toes!
Heidel's papa jumped for joy
Up next came a little boy
Playing fiddle joyfully
Heidel laughed for she could see
Brother Petra winked an eye
As the marching band passed by
Heidel's dream was so much fun
But her nap was finally done
Wiping way' sleep from her eyes
What she did next was no surprise!
Opening her pink toy box
Found her monkeys made from socks
Happy laughter followed soon
Heidel found her toy baboon
Stuffed elephants, a toy cat
She made them march,
just like that
Heidel's papa came to see
Petra's fiddle joined with glee
Everybody shared a smile
Their joy lasted quite awhile
Heidel's toys were oh so grand
Such a happy marching band!
Heidel made her dream come true
Now her story's told to you!
Just for fun!
Dedicated to Grammy's sweet angels
My children and grandkids
Make your dreams come true!
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