Best Sillier Poems
I am a philosopher
Of great mental acumen
I like to blow my own trumpet
As nobody seems to mention
While enlightening people
Of all hues, I think not twice
Morning to noon and noon to night
I love when people seek advice
Questions myriad on one's
life, future, and future wife
If their foreseen future is bad
Will better halves manage their life
Questions keep getting sillier
Till they get nonsensical
My thoughts are philosophical
But my answers turn whimsical
I love work, people love me
Results don't count, it's a game
All goes well the credit is mine
Nothing goes well, they get the blame
It's late gotta close my shop
Need food and a good night's sleep
'Morrow will be a busy day
So expect not I will come cheap
Categories:
sillier, allegory, allusion, perspective, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
Mom, give me a bowl of Lucky Charms,
I'll grow as you raise my arms...
see a taller me,
or much sillier me.
Mom, get me more of those Lucky Charms!
Categories:
sillier, food, mother, me,
Form:
Limerick
We should have gone outside instead of watching one
of the sillier, senseless, meaningless movies it is possible
to rent or buy. Winter or not the fields and woods
are at least real, commensal and understandable if
you know the genus and species. Know the genome
and biome. Learn the physics and music.
But this much reality requires an escape, hence
bad movie. A bad book is better than a bad movie.
A good movie trumps a bad book, but a good book is best
and a great poem trumps all. Will my son Zach be one
who applies the scientific method? Can Aaron explain
God's intentions to the people? Their mother and I will wait.
Categories:
sillier, books, god, mother, people,
Form:
Verse
I'm not in step with the Serious Bards
For me, it's the sillier words that chime
I see quadrangles instead of a yard
Jaunty hootenannies I find sublime
I don't howl or cry out, I ululate
Clip-clop and flip-flop, both such disarmers!
Gummy tutti frutti, please be my date
Phenomenology - what a charmer!
Silly names rule - Truth or Consequences
Walla Walla is a beautiful place
Humpty Dumpty brought down the defenses
Winnie the Pooh is a bear to embrace
Sonnets, free verse, rhymes, limericks, haiku, tomes
Silly words deserve their place in our poems.
Categories:
sillier, funny, humor, silly, writing,
Form:
Sonnet
I looked at the toys and thought how silly
And what if I called him mr. Billy
He stroked my face and said it looked sweet
I knew he was the man I wanted to meet
I thought to myself how delicious
It would be if I made myself Nutritious
He gave me a lick
So I gave him a kick
Yet I am a boy and you are a toy
So forever alone we are
With our tiny baby feet
Oh how I love the silly little pinky toe
Categories:
sillier, abortion, best friend, betrayal,
Form:
Curtal Sonnet
All my life I've been a grown up
Missing out on being a happy pup
Responsibilities beyond my years
Tired from wiping away other's tears
So now I embrace my sillier side
With my inner child I choose to confide
I've found him to be the best part of me
With his big blue eyes I can clearly see
Now I search for happy in other's eyes
laughing adult children are truly wise
For in the end we have no one to blame
If we choose boring and a life that's tame
Choose serious or embrace inner child
Try being mixed up and just a bit wild
Don't let yourself take the magic away
Learn about yourself by learning to play!
Thanks F.J. for causing me to contemplate!
"The True Meaning of Being an Adult"Contest.
Written April 25th 2015.
Categories:
sillier, appreciation, beauty, blessing, growing
Form:
Couplet
I'm usually known for my silly stuff
But once in a while I surprise
Drooling all over my keyboard and yours
With mushy stuff I fantasize
It's true I sometimes wear more than one hat
Contrary to what you may think
Can be sillier than the silliest damn jester
Then switch as quick as a wink
Become all gushy and mushy and stuff
Talk of flowers and eternal love
Then sure as shootin' it's back to the sillies
Giving your giggler a shove
This back and forth stuff is really quite dizzying
Imagine if I wrote about dying
Some are obsessed with negative things
If I said that was me I'd be lying
It's not for me, that tear jerky stuff
Guess my life's been too bloody happy
Sure not complaining I'm a perky old geezer
Maybe a better word is slaphappy
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
sillier, how i feel,
Form:
Quatrain
Unclaimed hero, where did you go?
Leaving behind just a bottomless hole
So innocent, no need to repent
I can't quite believe you must be heaven sent
I've never been made to feel so alone
Im here, so that's something you'll never know.
Chasing illusions that perhaps one fine day
I'll disgorge this enigma, and still you will stay
Not run off for miles, away from the truth
Pray your love for her will be empty of use
No word nor no sign, in Italian or rhyme
Reminders that THIS, is really a crime
If I lay on my back then I can't fall from grace
I feel secret smiles amplify on my face
I'll damage the surface if I try to prise
the proverbial wool that covers your eyes
A being so different in rule and design
Yet still, I'm afraid this connection's benign.
So why, may I ask, if you won't be mine
Do you give me the world, every second of time
Would all this be clearer if you knew yourself
My bumcheeks are splintered from sitting on shelves
It's not that it hurts, more a dull throbbing pain
Complacent that there's nothing ventured or gained
I could spell it in lights on the moon so you'd see
But I'm guessing you'd react by laughing at me
Just for once, please, take me seriously
Denying this makes you sillier than me
Categories:
sillier, love, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Start in the middle,
Where all warmth and understanding lies.
Then make your way to the ridge,
To the very edge of all-known splendour,
Just so that you know,
(At least you think you know)
How far you can go.
Then dump it all out,
(The middle, the ridges, the warmth)
And just kiss her.
Make her shoot out of her boots.
Kiss her, kiss her, and then kiss her.
Because for you, and her, and the world,
There's no hope in getting less sillier.
Categories:
sillier, love, kiss,
Form:
Free verse
I'm usually known for my silly stuff
But once in a while I surprise
Drooling all over my keyboard and yours
With mushy stuff I fantasize
It's true I sometimes wear more than one hat
Contrary to what you may think
Can be sillier than the silliest damn jester
Then switch as quick as a wink
Become all gushy and mushy and stuff
Talk of pretty flowers and love
Then sure as shootin' it's back to the sillies
Giving your giggler a shove
This back and forth stuff is really dizzying
Imagine if I wrote about dying
Some are obsessed with negative things
If I said that was me I'd be lying
It's not for me that tear jerky stuff
Guess my life's been too damn happy
Not complaining I'm a perky old geezer
Maybe a better word is slaphappy
© Jack Ellison 2012
Categories:
sillier, funny, me,
Form:
Quatrain
Most politicians are liars
(As they are adept in tricks)
Most militants are no mind
(As they are trained to obey sillier)
Most merchants are greedy cheaters
(As too many profits they care)
Most pilferers are caught in red hand
(As they fail in nowhere)
...
Most of them will then Dwell
In a cell in hell
Once, Satan asks
Who needs a fry bath?
Silence, the hell becomes still
Categories:
sillier, political, truth,
Form:
Verse
life has it's ups and downs
it's highs and lows
with it comes a lot of crap
but what's most crappy?
Action speaks louder than words
now thats crap.
when you are in a mess
and four men are set to give you stress
only words can placate their vex.
To err is human, to forgive is divine.
iI know men that make it an habit to err
all their faults, in one day they bring to bare.
When they say sorry
you should be worrried
cos when your back is turned
your heart they shall surely burn.
Old wine tastes better
i have never heard a sillier chatter.
Give me bitters, ale or lager
whiskey, cognac, all even the better
inebriation the sole aim
whatever the taste am game.
Your vote is your voice, let it count.
I can't even be cynical on this
their's always count more.
The patient dog eats the fattest bone.
My ***** just had a litter
and with every litter their is a sickler
he was the grunt of the squealers
he never got to mama's breast on time
and with time he died
a bone, he never had to dine.
Dress the way you want to be addressed.
It was visiting day at the prisons
on came a nun brighter than the sun
pious in body and soul, her gait straighter than a pole
she left their third leg rigid
am not kidding.
Every disappointment is a blessing in disguise.
Now this is no lie
am still trying to figure out who was behind the mask
when i got robbed on pay day.
A stich in time saves nine
I love this line.
when you try to take what is mine
believe me it wont be fine
even when you run to the court and get a fine
I will cut you up to bits.
and the stiches wont be nine.
The pen is mightier than the sword
reader, the above is one hell of a crap word.
when am with my big gun
you better drop your pen, cower and run.
Every day is for the theif, one day is for the owner
this is a no brainer.
The governor embezzled our money and left
he got all the praises... you should know the rest.
Make hay while the sun shine's
this should shed some light.
it was Norway inthe middle of the night
when the morrow came, there was still no light.
Make hay while the sun shines
is one hell of a crap.
cos when it should be lihht,
the sun is never in sight.
Let sleeping dog lie
i tell you no lie.
When all your Mutt does is to sleep and eat
when burglars come in to take and keep
you let the ungrateful beast suffer a bit.
Categories:
sillier, crazy, muse,
Form:
Free verse
Of a raven wrote Edgar Poe
That came but would never go
From its perch upon Pallas
Cuz it liked watching Dallas
On the TV picture show.
Alternate, sillier version:
Of a raven wrote Edgar Poe
That came but would never go,
Whilst it dreamt of its Muses,
Two of The Stooges;
Of Larry and of Curly but never Moe.
Categories:
sillier, nonsense, raven, silly,
Form:
Limerick
Anxious in Ancona (1)
His plan, as he’s boarding his baldachined barge
en route for the easterly sea,
(arthritis allowing) is giving it large,
but the pain is as bad as can be:
though Rome is his home, he must go and take charge:
Cortona is cortisone-free.
One thousand four hundred the Christian years
(and then we’ll add sixty-four more):
Pope Pius the Second, that subtlest of seers,
is bound for the Umbrian shore.
He’s even less warlike than Billie Joe Spears,
but wants to be wading through gore.
He’s running a fever, his legs have ballooned,
but he won’t be deflected or swayed.
He’ll not be impugned or dragooned or lampooned:
undampened his rodomontade:
the mention of mercy, mere salt in the wound –
hell-bent on a pious crusade.
The portents are palsied: a bargeman is drowned:
this project is just getting sillier.
“Venetians are keeping us hanging around:
we can hire troops for Tyre in Sicilia.”
The Middle East! Pius wants boots on the ground
(now why does that sound so familiar?)
The ominous omens are gathering thickly,
but no-one could call him a quitter.
He’s scrofulous, suffering, sallow and sickly,
but boyishly buoyant, not bitter.
They land him on sand on the strand of Otricoli,
and lift him aloft in a litter.
Categories:
sillier,
Form:
Rhyme
Feeling a whole bunch sillier today
Maybe it's the weather or the moon's ballet
Giggles are tops
Pull out the stops
Laugh till your belly hurts and you fart, olé!
Categories:
sillier, silly,
Form:
Limerick