Best Show Stopper Poems
I went to a nude beach one time
Where tanning was filling their needs
Ronald MacDonald in his prime
Showed his buns of sesame seeds
That's a crazy way to see a clown
But that wasn't the show stopper
Heads turned around and jaws fell down
When burger King showed his whopper!
The Dairy Queen's milk containers
Really caused most of the uproar
They looked the same, but twice the size
No one saw jugs that large before!
It is crop time in Beantown.
The people of the City have the seeds to plant.
Their best harvest is the orange that is yellow.
Jake Castle is a great farmer.
His wife, Nefreda Maria, is one of the conservators.
Their yellow orange yields a greater harvest.
The children of Beantown are full of excitement.
They are the ones that florae.
This year is hyperactive because six years have passed.
The yellow orange is now in vegetation.
Once picked, the seeds are replanted
making the next garnering even more fulfilling.
This year Jake has a plan.
He will visit Giant’s land to plant the yellow orange to grow afar.
He desires the experience of a different crop.
He knows the rich soil of Giantvillism will bring forth a larger fruitage.
This is an ultimate gain to a more endowed yield.
Therein, the next six years will culminate in both places.
Once the harvesting was completed in Beantown,
Jake journeys to Giant’s sphere of influence.
His bag of seeds was his gift to the Land of the Big People.
Giant of the Big People embrace Jake
while Maddy shouted “A hearty hello to Jake.”
Tomorrow they will scatter the seeds of the yellow orange.
Six years later…
Beantown sings as the yellow orange gleams
in the photosynthesis of the sun.
Every family harvested their fruit and
people from other realms travel to purchase the fruition.
Beantown economy flourishes.
In Giantvillism, Giant harvest was grandiose.
The yellow orange fruition was up to
twice the size of Beantown’s fruitage.
Jake and Nefreda along with their three children journeyed afar
bringing back seeds of Giant’s yellow orange to grow in Beantown.
The next six years will make all very proud.
But for now, Beantown wealth is the show stopper.
All over talks about how those people of little means
henceforth a world of meaning.
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Penned on December 30, 2014!
Nobody knows why the sun shine.
But it does every day it is not pouring outside.
What a life to excite?
I got my man on my mind.
Everybody wants a part of the fame.
Want me to love them as my friend.
But in my spare time, I have to live my life.
Come in and be my entertainment.
Let me laugh at your humor.
Let me enjoy who I am.
I am the show stopper and you are my fan.
Anyone would know that I am to adore.
That is as Adele or Lady Gaga.
I am the Big Band Queen spanning trees.
Just like in other music genres.
Genres are Pop and Big Band.
I am in those mediums.
Come in and be my entertainer.
Make yourself more than an amateur.
I am fortunate to be so adorn.
I love to give back the same aura.
This is a tribute to Adele and Lady Gaga.
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Written 4 November, 2015!
Shorelines toss her sweet sensation
with saucy flair, sealing fresh soil
of a season’s shape, so divine;
where songs submit to a bird notes' smiles.
My, show stopper swerving a gait
To slowly slip by…secretly.
For Brian Strand: Contest 205 , any form,
max 10 lines
~ Alliteration ~
Reposted 9/18/2016
This redneck is fixin' to go dancin'
You reckon we get gussied up and go?
I'll be a high flutin' and a prancin'
Is the honky-tonk puttin' on a show?
Shall I wear my fanciest clod hoppers?
Shall I phone all your fiddle playin' kin?
I am gonna be such a show stopper.
We shall enter the dance contest and win.
I've got a hankerin' for hot romance,
And some granny-slappin' hillbilly sex.
Bear ten younguns, live in 'ternity pants
Did you just skedaddle, my newest ex?
Dern it, Darlin', thought we were so well matched.
I counted my chickens before they hatched!
Written 3/2/2017
Entered in Mid December Premiere
Hosted by Brian Strand
Hats are such a marvel,
when the weather is so garbled,
A multitude of quick coverlets to warm the brain
protect the head from snow, wind and rain.
A dapper, flamboyant chapeau
to quickly dawn where ever you might go,
A fedora brandished by some handsome man
that would display his appealing stand.
A stetson for the guy from Texas
who stands tall before the rest of us.
A tam, a topper
a Panama show stopper.
Some pretty little girl in a bonnet
that inspires a Shakespearean sonnet.
Better yet, a woman's choice of millinery
to walk a fashion show off fritillary.
To church or same gandiose Easter parade
that gleams and stands above the seasonal charade.
Hats are such a blessing
when the cold requires warm protective dressing.
The prediction is for gusty winds and cold,
hats need only be warm not necessarily bold.
Take your pick
but make it quick
your nose, your face, your head
need covering, that goes unsaid.
as temperatures drop
Facing the monument of eternal love
Let all soupers meet at Taj Mahal lawn
Situated in city Agra of beautiful country India
On the eve of world poetry day
Open mic competitions shall be the show stopper
Each one reciting their favourite piece of creation
From ten in the morning shall kick start
Faces thriving in anonymity
Shall finally come out of masked front
Mocktails of limericks,tanka,sonnets to name a few
Interesting interactions might churn out
New forms of poetry
As spring in India is in full bloom in march
Fragrance of poems shall mingle with floral scents
Spilling of emotions in most unique way
Pair of perfect days to refresh and rejuvenate poetry soup souls
Prosti-tots, Oh hail!
To the ubberous amounts of stage make -up,
The three year old thong, not made in size four,
Hairspray to threaten the ozone for getting in its way,
Shouting parents, too humble to whisper,
Made-up sex toys, batteries not included: they run off natural sugar instead,
Mistic tans: 30 $
Hair-pieces:50$
Swim-wear:250$
False teeth:500$
Lessons in Poise and dance: 600$
Travel expenses: 1,000$
Living your overaged dreams through prepubescent minors:priceless
There are some dreams money can't buy; for everything else there's child pagents
I'll need the first few lines...
to set this up for you...
and once again, my word,
this really is quite true...
a co-worker at my last job,
a part-timer he really was,
became quickly known as a slob,
and rather odd, or so the buzz
seems each day he had,
the very same, same old meal,
which his wife had made for him,
to him it was no big deal...
he was kind'a funny looking,
like the uncle in the family Addam,
I can't help but wonder...
how many of you can this really fathom.
and now to the poem proper
only hope it's a show stopper...
uncle Fester-Lester
his buttered hands do greet,
enclosed in his tupperware-
his roast- a "better cut of meat..."
oh, my God, it's awful...
to see his toothless bite,
chomping on his pot roast...
a most disturbing sight!!
gravy drooling down his chin,
makes me awful sick,
makes me wanna' vomit,
like gagging on a stick!!
pot roast Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
pot roast Thursday, Friday too...
it never seems to vary....
for this toothless man's yucky goo,
butter, gravy on the desk,
beef shards you can be sure...
increases his great beauty...
and endless sex allure....
now he eats his pot roast,
at a different desk,
all that I can assure you,
is he still makes a frigg'en mess
and if one were to ask him,
how is it that he so dares?
he would grin, at once, quite toothless,
and say "Why?...who, who cares?"
after playing ball the contestants make there way to the draw wall.
Felling sore from the ride before. no one knows whats in store.
Justin took quite the fall, carson gets his horse out of her stall.
they check in with the doc. and he suggests they stretch and go for a walk.
as kevin rolls in, no one knows where hes been
Gene is having a really great year, as he celeabrates with yet another beer
wes made the top five, hes starting to feel the vibe.
coch kelly, always clean and proper, was once quite the show stopper
the team sits around the table for lunch, as the pep tlak goes out to the bunch
tonight is the last of the season, as kevin pops a choclate reisen.
some will move on, some will stay, its not the ride its livin for the day
Rodeo is not about being the best, its about your lifes quest
two hours before the show and just going with the flow
wes and carson play with there ropes, as kevin looks for the saddle soap
gene checks his cinch, as justin pulls some snuff and takes a pinch.
kelly is busy shaking hands, as people start to fill the stands.
grand entry rolls in and the energy is felt throughout the pen
the anthem is played and the prayer is sent, who will make the rent
the hosres are loaded and ready to go, with the intry of funny man joe
grand entry has left and the cowboy is set, with the swing from the gate there off
like a jet.
Dreams are made and dreams will fade with every entry fee paid.
gene gets set his eyes are cold and hes destined to have a buckle full of gold
carson wrestles his steer and blows a knee, the crowd rises to see
justin slides up on his rope and feels just right, for hell make the ride of his life
tonight....
The show is over and the stock is fed we are thankfull noone is dead
reality is set and buckles are handed out, for some this is what their life is about
for some college rodeo has come to an end, but there is an open rodeo around
the bend.
sad but true this season is over, but not to worry, its just another beginning for
mr.Slover.
Shadow my visitor.
It was just an hour before midnight,
When a shadow walked into my room,
I know it was a shadow because the door was locked.
I heard the sound of footsteps, walking towards my bed,
I had never been so scared.
I kept still and did not want to move,
I heard the sound of paper being shredded.
I was too scared to check what was going on,
I tried as much as possible to limit any form of movement.
After some time, the sound stopped,
It felt like the shadow had vanished,
Well at least that’s what I thought.
Two hours later, I heard a sound of a falling glass,
The shadow was still there, and still,
I was too scared to try and figure out what was happening.
I waited till the morning when there was light,
Then I woke up to find out what had happened at night.
On the floor were three broken pieces of my mirror,
How could this be possible?
My mirror was heavily glued to the wall,
I thought it was impossible for it to just fall.
Next to the pieces of the mirror were pieces of paper
I picked them up; I couldn’t believe what I saw.
It was a paper where I had written to mirrors and reflections,
And it read;
“Mirrors and reflections,
Show her a true identity of herself.
It is perfection she wants to see.
A show stopper she wants to be.
Turning heads everywhere she goes
Reflections around her,
Is she the fairest of them all?
Reflections can’t you tell her everything?
Mirror mirror does not seem to know it all
Pardon me mirror, but you don’t know who the fairest of them all is.
Fairness comes from the heart,
You did not show her a reflection of that.”
I guess shadow looked in the mirror,
I guess shadow saw her true self,
I bet she did not like it a bit.
Now I see I was wrong,
Mirror mirrior knows it all.
The reflection of her true self is seen in the dark
Where she has no one to please.
On Each Foot a Flipper Flopper
After he had so eloquently elaborated
Problems and obstacles were created
Spirits of supporters should be uplifted
Away from subject topic always drifted.
If euphoria really was originally European
Was now In America and we were seeing
To bright Bernie's answers have to yield
From out of pure blue or place in left field.
A monumental, moving experience had been
And like a revolving door going out and in
Continuous, constant complaining was yelling
What could be next story he would be telling?
From his speech writers was always a leech
Can tell by his each and every canned speech
Maybe what he might do for a show stopper
Wear goggles and on each foot a flipper flopper.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
I stood up to the plate
there was no way I wouldn’t give my all
I knew I would be tested with everything I had
there would be no makeover, no redo
this was it, the show stopper
the call for the performance of a lifetime
the final scene of the last act
be brave, it was now or never
it had finally all led to this
as loud as loud could be
I heard it in the silence of forevers
‘come on, give us all you’ve got’
and so it was I took my husband home
the hospital said the end was near
it was the final curtain call
his mind was tainted, not all there
thankful the end hadn’t come more abruptly
make every moment count is what I heard
so it was I would prepare my love
much like for a formal wedding ceremony
for the moment I’d walk him through the garden
down that aisle right up to heaven’s gate
AP: 1st place 2022, 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on May 17, 2022 for contest THE GREATEST PERFORMANCE OF MY LIFE sponsored by JCB BRUL - RANKED 1ST
Quasi Mote - Oh Ephemeral Transit Across Proto Zones!
Strictly speculation from this mind,
who contemplates stripped down version
bajillion eons ago
cosmic bit sized dots
pinwheeled thru spatial void
repulsed and/or attracted
colluding (putin on the Ritz)
infinitesimal show stopper
devoid of prior rehearsal
since previous cosmic contraction
absent remembrance
tabula rasa, viz consciousness
if rebooted, reincarnated,
repurposed, et cetera,
asper knowing nothing
perchance if previous rendition
courtesy big bang phenomena
commissioned swirling pretty
little invisible thangs
dust mote size
universe created, vis a vis
most violent explosion
blasting subatomic tidbits
bestowing, endowing, issuing, et cetera
propensity, allowing,
enabling, and providing
spontaneous quixotic, narcotic,
and kinetic (kit) impulse
gifted, kindled plenti
tinder vittle loving care,
(albeit on quark hilly
weigh small scale),
each unique data packet of life
transiently questing organic matter
linkedin within uber
webbed wide world
thrust by motive forces distilled
since primordial ooze
painstakingly agglomerated
electron's micro gravitational tug
incrementally configured
viable combinations
propelled to fraternize, collide, amass
with other distinct minuscule entities
democratic, platonic, and symbiotic
tete a tete kickstarting avast
differentiation, golong
engendering hulu costs indeed
pensively trumpeting,
deploying, and fracking
the art of the Stormy Daniels deal
eventually across great swaths of time
inaugurating edifice of complex systems
(again unimaginatively teeny tiny
timid uber pinhead size zealots)
livingsocial hoity toity groupon outlook
accruing quicken fancy feast
to concatenate, generate, and get linkedin
with hotmail to discover
visa vis whatsapp
penning with Molly Q. Wells!
Soft silk covers what tale conspires,
Old lovers walk a broken talk;
Once upon sense comes show stopper,
Show and tell then that jaded feel;
Harsh words align a bitter feud,
No need to be so polite now;
Hands choke the neck to strangle ease,
No offence gains a foothold kind;
Twin hostile feeds go well with speed,
Indifference hosts twisted strands;
Till death do us part company,
How best to plunge that fatal kill;
Pray then for peace under the ground,
When lost is found perhaps too late.
Leon Enriquez
29 October 2015
Singapore