Best Satiric Poems
For the last time but as if for the first time,
let blaze a five alarm thrill to burn my woe;
I'll shiver with a tingle like your wind chime,
and forget the lonely nights you left me fallow.
For the last time but as if for the first time,
let passion’s kiss charm the tremble from my lips.
Woo me with your physical rhythm and rhyme,
I'll let the pain, by the pleasure, be eclipsed.
For the last time but as if for the first time,
let pour your hot choc’late voice and spill my name.
as we entwine, your body and mine, sublime,
such a shame your straying flame I could not tame.
For the last time but as if for the first time,
wander with wonder my hazel green eyes..
tell me your love wasn't just satiric mime,
say you still love me; your prettiest of lies.
Susan Ashley
October 9, 2017
~ Third Place ~
For: Best Rhyming Poem September - October 2017
Sponsor: John Hamilton
~ Poem of the Week ~
beginning week of Sunday, October 15, 2017
World of Walt Disney
The day after Thanksgiving
Shoulder to shoulder
© Joseph 11/23/07
© All Rights Reserved
Author’s Comments: The Japanese Senryu format has three lines as follows:
the first has five syllables, the second seven syllables, and the third five
syllables. The pattern is 5/7/5 for a total of seventeen syllables. The Senryu is
about an emotional expression, human nature, and things in the human realms
which maybe satiric or humorous.
In the blink of an eye and remorse far away
Your wavering heart blistered away my loving years
Your verbal pleasantries seem to mock
Your artful facade with a serpentine sting
In the beatific moments your need was me
We spent lucid loving hours spent at comfortable ease
New beginnings became easy with me to shield
You climbed my inherited ladders in splendid guise
I spruced the hearth and kept it warm with crystalline cheer
Your eyes, I fear, I couldn't fathom as I tucked our babes to bed
Now you fumble with your deceitful heart to temper me
When unchartered hours were gambled away with a seductive lass
Trust exploded in my rose quartz heart
When I saw you two cooing by mere accident
Your pitched frequency of dilly dallying
No more resonates with my simplicity
Our winsome fairy tale has ended
And your wilful satiric tale has begun
The charisma of ethereal love is poised on
Drooling actions and not on banal promises
March 31, 2016
Cliche 4- Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Sponsor: Silent One
I noticed today that Ol' Jack
had papers that formed a huge stack
ever one had a lyric, that was slightly satiric
that certainly showed us his knack
Potholes
The joy of riding
where the small ones
have gone away
turns into nothing
at the big one
minutes away.
* This is about the joy of riding on the highway which has been recently repaired and re-laid, ridding it of its pits and potholes and the mortification of subsequently getting stopped by the traffic police or by the less-than-civil contract labor manning toll gates.
05 mar 13
Form: Grook ( A short aphoristic poem characterised by irony, paradox, brevity, sophisticated rhyme and often satiric in nature)
Contest: A Grook for all occasions
Weaving Forms
Abc, Abecedarian, acrostic, alliteration alexandrine
Salaam, sehraa senyru, sestina, sijo, shape, sonnet
The list of forms of writing poesy is hopelessly endless
O angels of all these poetic forms I worship thee blindly!
When didst thou all give an audience to man to school him
On these plethora of poetic forms to befuddle the muddlehead?
Never had I heard such scary terms before joining Poetry Soup
Life and poetry were much easier with no tensions no insomnia
Simply pouring out my uncontrollable thoughts and emotions
I cringe when I read of restrictions of limited lines in poetic forms
My ice-creams don't melt, autumn strolls have to to be cut short
Get mad as a hornet whether to write señorita a sonnet or sonetto
Nayda, I enjoy weaving my prosaic didactic and euphoric thoughts
Into my qasida with alliterations, imageries, allusions humorously
(FIRST
October 29, 2015
Contest: Which Is Your Favourite Form Of Poetry?
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron)
*This poem is a satiric amalgamation of many forms-sonnet, qasida, acrostic (in parts-eg, line 1&2, 3-5, 6&7-for the purpose of parody), humour....
*Qasida (weaving) is a satirical Persian form, opens with a short prelude, the nasib, which is elegiac in mood and is intended to gain the audience’s involvement
* in this parody I have used the alliteration in the first two lines as a 'nasib'
* In the last line the pun is used for weaving
*Have given 'Shape' or 'Creative Outlay' to the poem
*Have made use of many literary devices-alliteration, allusions, imageries, metaphors....
FIRST
Judged on April 5, 2016
For Casarah Nance's Favourite Poetry
June 19, 2016
For Laura Loo
First Place Only-2
Die Lorelei by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)- Translated by T. Wignesan
For Regina von Degenfeld at Waibstadt
-in respect and unending sufferance-
(Heine, a German Jewish lyrical and satiric poet, journalist and critic,
settled in Paris from 1831 where he married Eugénie Mirat, an unsophisticated shop-assistant which earned him ostracism and dispossession from his family and fellows, but he made her his only heir on the condition that she re-married so that at least one person would regret his passing. In 1858, he was hobbled for life by spinal paralysis.)
Ich weiss nicht , was soll es bedeuten,
Nonplussed am I, what could it signify
Dass ich so traurig bin;
Plunged as I am in such a dejected mood
Ein Märchen aus alten Zeiten,
A fairy tale from times gone by,
Dass kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.
In thraldom wrapped forever to brood
Die Luft ist kühl und es dunkelt,
Soft the cool wind buffets as the day beds down
Und ruhig fliesst der Rhein;
And ripple free courses the Rhein
Der Gïpfel des Berges funkelt
Mountain summit lights scintillate crown
Im Abendsonnenschein.
Divine in sunset shine
Die schönste Jungfrau sitzet
Exquisite maiden perched is she
Dort oben wunderbar,
On high there resplendent
Ihr goldnes Geschmeide blitzet,
Her golden accoutrements sparkle free
Sie kämmt ihr goldnes Haar.
As golden tresses combs she concupiscente
Sie kämmt es mit goldnem Kamme,
Flaxen tresses combs she with a golden comb
Und singt ein Lied dabei;
While luring strains her lips release in lyrical glee
Das hat eine wundersame,
Tinged in a soothing tuneful hum
Gewaltige Melodie.
Mighty stirring melody
Den Schiffer im kleinen Schiffe
The rower in his narrow boat
Ergreift es mit wildem Weh;
Seized is he with bewildering pain
Er schaut nicht die Felsenriffe,
Oblivious is he of the Rock’s craggy grotte
Erschaut nur hinauf in die Höh’.
His eyes remain fixed high above the narrow main
Ich glaube, die Wellen verschlingen
I believe the waves did submerge
Am Ende Schiffer und Kahn;
In the end both boatman and rowing boat
Und das hat mit ihrem Singen
And the deed did with her singing merge
Die Lorelei getan.
That Lorelei had wrought.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, January 23, 2021
Tentacles branching
Rising up and spreading out
Modern day highway
© Joseph 11/23/07
© All Rights Reserved
Author’s Comments: The Japanese Senryu format has three lines as follows:
the first has five syllables, the second seven syllables, and the third five
syllables. The pattern is 5/7/5 for a total of seventeen syllables. The Senryu is
about an emotional expression, human nature, and things in the human realms
which maybe satiric or humorous.
Jesus was a carpenter,
he worked with saw and hammer.
He pounded, banged, for 20 years,
it was an awful clamor.
Then he spent three years a'preachin',
he never had a stammer.
At last they nailed him to a cross,
nevermore to yammer.
Living and laughing
Gathering, gleaming in grace
Thanksgiving today!
© Joseph 11/22/07
© All Rights Reserved
Author’s Comments: The Japanese Senryu format has three lines as follows:
the first has five syllables, the second seven syllables, and the third five
syllables. The pattern is 5/7/5 for a total of seventeen syllables. The Senryu is
about an emotional expression, human nature, and things in the human realms
which maybe satiric or humorous.
Thanksgiving to heart
Loved ones apart now gather
Beaming with His love
© Joseph 11/23/07
© All Rights Reserved
Author’s Comments: The Japanese Senryu format has three lines as follows:
the first has five syllables, the second seven syllables, and the third five
syllables. The pattern is 5/7/5 for a total of seventeen syllables. The Senryu is
about an emotional expression, human nature, and things in the human realms
which maybe satiric or humorous.
4 August 2009
This is truly mad, my love…
I once wished I could express how I feel,
But I'm caring less about trying to speak it,
And I'm finding the pure joy in simply living what’s real.
Deeper than the core of the Earth, or the bottom of a black hole,
We are a miracle that occurs daily.
Yet just as mysterious and magical.
And while the rain pelts the cityscape, I sense its satiric bliss,
Full of purpose and passion, and rhythm,
Much like your kiss.
No one pays attention to the rain in its own,
But if you watch as the winds twist the falling into figures,
Ghosts of time are grown.
You’ll see a celebration dance, figures of you and me,
A timeless choreography,
Figures of the we that colour the world, and that none but we will see.
While such freak rain may be a result of some chaos or other,
Such as climate change,
Maybe that’s why we can be found there dancing together.
We are here for a purpose, and here we are bound,
A male and female of similarity,
Dancing in the rain that came from the heavens and which quenches the ground.
As per destiny, the winds and rain fell in love not by chance.
We have all we need in this world,
We just need the right choreography, and partners, to dance.
As always, a shining star
Is always a star shining!
© Joseph, 11/23/07
© All Rights Reserved
Epigram is derived from the Greek word “epigramma” meaning “inscription.” The
epigram is short, satiric, humorous, and witty. It used at times to express social
criticism or political satire, and is often written as a single rhyming couplet.
I'm spirit
Be not afraid of it
I'm clear
legit
I'm lyric
Empiric
Satiric
I visit
the other
I'm water
You're hot
I'm hotter
I'm son
You're daughter
My spirit is tall
My flesh is shorter
I'm wind
Free
Not pinned
Neither thick nor thin
I'm skinned
I blow as I wish
No one knows where
I'm coming from
And where I'm going
People hear my roar
It's my game
My score
I'm not less
But more
I'm not peripheral, minor
But core
I'm central
Elemental
Principal
Crucial
Vital
Essential
I'm Primary
Fundamental
Written: July 28, 2023, No anchor for Rancour Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
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Rancor has no anchor; let it drift away
Long-lasting rage, bitter and full of spite.
Release the heart and mind from its heavy sway.
Set the gloom to float; inspire the light to ignite.
Rancor is a show of weakness to sieve.
A reflection of wounds that ache within,
But if you are not already dead, forgive.
Trust the heart's mending to run its spin
Rancor is a weight that burdens the soul.
A poison that seeps into every pore,
But in the quest for bliss, let it scroll
Embrace the earned delight that lies in store.
Aversion and bitterness hold no power.
To bestow forth peace or mend the broken,
They just irritate the cuts, making them sour.
So unleash the venom and let grace be spoken.
For the artist, hatred, and rancor are useless.
Baggage that hinders the creative soul,
Scrub the mind and let love dwell in the fuscous.
To create art that is pure and whole.
Toleration, the key to harmony embrace,
Mutual indulgence, a bridge to connect,
Religious concord, a state of grace,
Theological rancor is a vex and a defect
Release the rancor, let it fade away,
Embrace the light that shines so bright.
In forgiveness and love, find your way.
And let your heart soar to anew heights.
No anchor for rancor; let it drift away
Prevailing spleen, satiric, seething with spite,
Untie the heart and mind from its clumsy sway
Let the darkness fade; let the blaze ignite.
Rancor is heavy; it is worldly; leave it on earth
Die light, unburdened by its weight,
Let the pungence glide, anger, and girth,
And rise above, embracing a raw fate.
Hatred and rancor, useless inner turmoil are,
To the artist's soul, they have no worth
Cleanse your spirit, let your creativity soar,
In love and forgiveness, genuine art rebirth