Best Sandler Poems
If I were a famous poet quite well known,
I hope that I would be a poet humble;
that I would be an inspiration for all.
That the pages of my poetry reached all,
my writing awards I accepted humble;
and that my fans would say her kindness is known.
Even after death my name and words are known,
and in schools my poetry would still humble;
people would purchase my books not one but all.
"And all visit a humble poet's stone . . . known."
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February 18, 2021
Poetry/Sestina - Trinita (non metrical)/If
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1330-533-18
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, If I Were Famous
sponsor, Joe Sandler, Judged 05/22/2021
Fourth Place
Susie Smith spent several summers swimming salty seas
Surfing seemed safer than slippery slopes on snow skis
Until susie was swiftly swallowed by swells of super size
and several sand sharks startled her in a shocked surprise
Susie Smith still spends sunny summers on sandy shores
shooing away seagulls that steal her scrumptious smores
Susie searches for sea shells and starfish in shallow shoals
squealing as sudden summer squalls soak her as she strolls
December 30, 2020
Tongue Twister Challenge
Sponsored by: Joe Sandler
Last night's Wim Wenders film Wings of Desire, not starring Adam
Sandler,
great in the great tradition of Metropolis, Fellini, Children of Paradise,
Ikiru, Open City.
This is not comedy though it can be funny overhearing people thinking,
the randomness of thought, data dots, circles with dots, sadness and
silliness,
silly sadness, confusion, rarely a clear thought, not one logical
lucid progression. Deep art.
I'd like to do better than my best so far, write something with
hydroxyapatite
that won't gather dust then become dust a neuron of sweetness,
an early morning bicyclist, a lost ghost or fallen angel
any form from which death might abstain or forego appetite.
Appearing to meander from subject to subject is my practice. Looking
for solutions to the equations. Learning the changes then forgetting
them.
The expressions emanating from mortal minds are broken stamens, sticky
stigmas.
Striving for immortality,
some Spanish philosopher (who looks like Don Quixote)
says he understands and it's alright.
I will read what he wrote and probably agree
but is he immortal? Not his body, but his thoughts.
True, I say, but this also: Not his mind, but his thoughts. Unchanging and
finite. Put them in a hatbox and pass them on as heirlooms.
To overhear the secret thoughts of others. Sharing and unsharing
electrons, disrobing
and bathing. That is the purpose of poetry. Gargoyle twice. Did Wim
give each thought its own voice or use the same voice for all thoughts,
every whim.
The prompt was "Write a poem which is really a recipe".
This Stew Tastes Funny
I personally like to use the more established dramatic processes, but feel free to use your own version of comedy!
Dramedy (serves the whole family!)
Take the character, drive them headfirst
into a community of oppositions
that inexplicably attract,
cue a flurry of activity, sprinkled lightly.
Leave no weaknesses un-attacked.
When the conflict begins to rise,
place them in roles reversed,
have them recognise
that conflict yields no prize.
Leave the melting pot to cool
until each moralistic monologue ends with cheap slapstick verse.
Credit to Adam Sandler.
To write a tongue twister is not funny mister
I just don’t know where to begin
There’s one that I’ve written with which I’m quite smitten
But I’d had a very large gin...
Workers wrinkles worsen when wind worsens winters worst weathers
If your decision is instant derision
I guess I should try it again
So here is another, I pray to my mother
That your words will not cause me pain
Working writers write written works: Writing workers write workers rights
But too many choices in too many voices
Might just leave some of you floored
So I think one more is plenty before
I leave every one of you bored...
Fierce forest fires frazzle thrushes feathers
So, okay, I’ll brave it and say that’s my fav’rit
I hope that it tangled your tongue
But if that one didn’t but one of them did
It means that my song had been sung
P.S... Freds frozen fingers feed thread through first
7 January 2021
Contest: Tongue Twister Challenge
Sponsor: Joe Sandler
rat a tat rata tat a tat
there was a fat cat named pat
who fell asleep on a mat
woke up to tat a tat tat
or a sound something like that
found out it was made by a rat
that’s why the tune was flat
cause a rat can’t meow like a cat
rat a tat rat a tat tat
01/17/2021
Written for contest Tongue Twister Challange
Sponsor Joe Sandler
At Santa Claus’ pause
Rudolph dims his nose
All the elves find cause
To take time to applause
That Mrs. Claus’ menopause
Isn’t really the first cause
As Santa Claus withdraws
From Christmas at grandmas
Where everyone keeps laws
For living by rules that was
Santa Claus’ gift of gauze
To wrap without any flaws
In the gift giving bylaws
At Santa Claus’ pause
Tongue Twister Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joe Sandler
December 25, 2020
TONGUE TWISTER
Fantastic fun on scholastic enjoyment
assessing accessing accepting accent,
pointing permitting possible permutation,
claiming cunning clever combination,
sorting syllables on restricted selection
yielding rough tough pronunciation.
Neither fumbled nor jumbled being wobbled weak.
No boredom, speak random speedy quick.
Talk faster ignoring protester.
Wrap teeth and tongue to entrap
Ralph Malph’s mouth agape
bombarding bewildering audience
with competence, confidence
and coinciding Tongue- Twister.
01/11/21
Third Place
' Tongue Twister Challenge' Contest by Joe Sandler
Squashing Sasquatch sounds squeamish said Silly Sally...
When Shelley Sheen said she'd seen Sasquatch squashed
Tongue Twister Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joe Sandler
12/27/2020
Sidney spots spiteful sister Sarah secretly sucking
sticky strawberry swirls, and sarsaparilla spirals
Tongue Twister Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joe Sandler
12/30/20
Molly Holly, oh good golly, on a jolly naughty trolley.
12/24/2020
Tongue Twister Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Sandler
Amazing alligators antagonize anyone’s annual anteaters
As antelopes arrive at the annual annulment.
Annoying Aunt Amanda alleges all anticipation awful.
As anticipated Abigail Alliwogger assassinates anteaters.
Anointed antonym annihilates Aunt Amanda and abdicates
Amazing alligators announcing annual anteater’s annulment.
Written 1-04-2021
Contest: Tongue Twister Challenge
Sponsor: Joe Sandler
LC
I bought an eighty-inch TV,
just for the box—
set it up like a teepee.
Jump in like tee-hee!
Throw the screen out the window.
Let it crash.
Now there’s an 80” stuck in my lawn,
and people slow down just to whisper,
“Wow… this guy’s artsy.”
Turns out Mary didn’t even have a lamb.
She was just a crack head
Life is better made of lead—
Anyway—
I’m the Wall King.
Just walking.
Dripping with metaphors,
casually passing a bar
so packed with puns
I can smell a librarian’s breath
from the sidewalk like:o
shhh… no talking.
I wave.
Web spinner, sinner—what’s for dinner?
Probably canned beans and regret.
I’m a different thinker.
Opened my brain like a paint can
and painted the gray
a little pinker.
No dreams.
Noted.
Polyurethane coated.
Polly, you’re a pain
with your coats and coats
and coats of—
Breathe.
Breathe useless airs.
Angel lets me breathe.
Devil always stares.
But I cares…
I cares. I cares!
That’s when I hear it—
“Hi, I’m Death.”
Oh hey.
Didn’t expect you this early.
Death shrugs:
“As a frequent spectator…
take a side quest.”
So I do.
I walk down to the park
where squirrels are doing calculus
and pigeons speak in Morse code.
I sit on a bench made of half-memories
and I think:
Energy is everything.
It exists inside your mind.
Space is confidential.
Which is why we keep
bumping into each other’s
potential.
Suddenly—flashback.
Sandler, on TV,
taught me about my oblongata—
made connections like:
“Hi, I’m the brain. What’s up, pain and suffering?”
And I answer: Nada.
Then I freeze.
Manual breathing activated.
Chest rising like it has stage fright.
Autonomous… imagination…
and a Beatle told me once—
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da—life goes on, too.
And I laugh.
Because I’m sitting in a teepee
made from a TV box,
eating cold soup with Death,
and nobody can tell me
this isn’t art you see.
In my subconscious mind turning with time into
a fertile field in the fond landscape of flourishing youth,
long before corrosion of crumpled confidence started,
I planted the sapling of a tender tree called ambition,
nurtured by passion it grew to feel the touch of the sky.
In my aspiring mission I wasn’t confused in the core,
in life’s arena I fixed my focused vision on the bull’s eye.
In wild winds blowing across the times' rough topography,
the seeking arrow didn’t deviate from the aimed course,
I achieved the goal I set for myself, and sealed the fate.
The travails of uphill climb couldn’t contort my resolve,
for pleasant surprise awaited me on the mountain peak,
where morning sun’s golden rays tinged feathers of fame
that got attached to my flamboyant name, and I knew,
if I were famous my signature would turn into autograph.
March 4, 2021
Contest : If I Were Famous
Sponsor : Joe Sandler
Bree Black bought Blythe six sets of sheets,
which Blythe soon sold to Susie Shoop.
Sheet seller Susie was so fleet.
She sold, for more, to Clista Coop.
Then choosy Susie bought brown cleats,
fine fritters, and pre-shrunk silk skirts.
Blythe blew her bounty at the mall.
Bree Black found out and was quite curt:
“Sheet slighter, Blythe, you gal with gall,
next time I’ll buy myself chic shirts.”
Date: January 14, 2020
Contest Title: Twist My Tongue Poetry Contest placed 6th (of 13)
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Date: December 24, 2020
Contest: Tongue Twister Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joe Sandler