Best Skittle Poems
Here we are in 1650, which is ten minutes to five
swing the wheel to the West, which is left,
put your sun cream away, man the mizzen and the stays
as we set off for some murder and some theft.
You'll find us as your hosts on the sunny Barbary Coast
and from there we venture forth to ply our trade
we've been out leaving them for dead from the Atlantic to the Med
before we skittle off back home our fortunes made
With a yo-ho-ho and a barrel of grog
and an arrr and some other cliches
table leg for a thigh and a patch on me eye
as a Pirate I will end my days
As I previously stated we all get inebriated
from our copious imbibing of the grog
our excuse is there's no Cola in the bars of Hispaniola
which is why we need the hair of the dog
With a yo-ho-ho and a barrel of grog
and an arrr and some other cliches
table leg for a thigh and a patch on me eye
as a Pirate I will end my days
Got a woman in Bermuda and another in Tortuga
and they give me lots of lovin' for some coins
and although they're very foxy they're just both a pair of doxies
which I'm sure explains the rash around me groin
With a yo-ho-ho and a barrel of grog
and an arrr and some other cliches
table leg for a thigh and a patch on me eye
as a Pirate I will end my days
Now we're really no buffoons when it comes down to doubloons
and our treasure chests are burstin' at the seams
then old Blackbeard started spouting about doing our accounting
so I said (before I shot him) 'in your dreams'
(ye chorus)
As we skirmish the Atlantic I was starting to get frantic
since the one thing on my voyage I've always feared
is the men who've not been coming for a while across some women
have all started wearing lipstick, which is weird
(arr, the chorus again)
Well it's reached that point me hearties where we anchor down and party
so me shipmates here on board I'd like to thank
though the mix of food and beer has now given me diarrhea
which is why I've made our cook just walk the plank
(for thee last time, chorus, arrrr)
September 17th 2015, 'A pirate's life for me' contest, sponsor Kelly Deschler
(Author's note- there are several spellings of diarrhea, but it doesn't matter, they all have 'arr' in 'em, me hearties)
Rattling like Skittle packets in my hand,
seeds so miniscule will become so grand.
Bull's Blood Beets and Brandywine Tomato
begin the extensive garden rainbow.
Scarlet Nantes Carrots hide in the earth,
while Cronus Pumpkins expand showy girth.
Honeygold Corn boasts a barbecue treat.
Sweet Banana Peppers reach for the heat.
Green abounds in salad varieties
and fresh-off-the-vine, crisp Sugar Snap Peas.
Blue Vantage Cabbage leaves will soon enfold.
Borage attracts bees, periwinkle bold.
Purple Queen Bush Beans will lean together
while eggplant shines in dry August weather.
Like candy dreams, my mouth starts to water
with consumption hopes when days get hotter.
5-1-2021
Rhyming Couplets Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
Over the mountains of Hershey tint
Beyond the forest of peppermint
More sour than pounds of Lemonheads
Higher than vines of Twizzler shreds
Longer than shores of Pop Rocks
Taller than trees of lollipops
Thicker than chewy taffy stalks
Bigger than cotton candy Ring Pops
Cooler than a Winterfresh breeze
Hotter than Mike & Ike's Hot Tamales
Stronger than a Jawbreaker's pain
More colorful than a Skittle rain
All the children's wish come true
To dive in piles of sweets and goo
So be prepared for sticky hands
This child's going to Candy Land!
Colors of the rainbow, taste so sweet
Chewing fast and slow, crunch and repeat
Opposite of bland, grabbing slowly
Skittles in hand, perfect symmetry
Hard outside, inside not
Covers dyed, sparingly bought
Skittle skittles, explosions of sugar
Soft and brittle, of that I am sure
hear the happy skittle
knows he isn't brittle
laughs at flying spittal
from the vicars
see the sullen dancer
living fearing cancer
seldom wants an answer
always bickers
smell the Christmas fairy
legs and arms so hairy
makes me rather wary
nostril pickers
man who's always smiling
messing up the tiling
says he's done the filing
wearing knickers
thinks he's Jack the Ripper
breaks another zipper
eats a mouldy kipper
pounding tickers
LOL, pure nonsense but wanted to try this interesting form
written 31st March
for Mick's Violette contest
Silence As Friend
by Odin Roark
We noisy ones
From bathinette ducky splash
To deep end cannonball flood
Passing from school yard horseplay
To boardroom P & L tantrums
The journey seems long
Knowing well
Noise receives attention
And encouragement
Just as hate remains impatient
Love
Like winter snowfall
Clings to trees and branch
Awaiting exhaustion before
Absorbance reaches its time
Such is the quietude of arrival
Where stormy expression
Finally worn of course
Renders our epiphany clear
Sometimes
We learn too late
The need to quiet the self
Discover that inner peace
Where noises of life
Skittle to ground
Mere timpani-tainted dust specks
Needing only to retire their chaos
Often
For others
The finding of such stillness
Is to know the healing quietness
Of inner tears coating our wounds
Flooding liquid light into heretofore darkness
Relegating shadows into the wings
The fortunate
Surround themselves
With arrival’s hush
While many of habitual clinging
Continue to fill the void with noise
Having yet to discover
Silence as friend
Hare Krishna's
In their Pickups
Depressed Comics
Down on their Luck
Teenage Girls
Screaming Meme's
Commie Pinko's
Leftward Leaning
Vincent Price
Flo and Eddie
Rodger Rabbit
Priscilla Presley
Nuns in Habits
Dwarf's in Ponchos
Deadbeat Dads
Munching Nachos
Right-Wing Nut Jobs
Trading Slogans
A few Hero's
Including Hogan
Are just a few of the sights you see
At the front gates of Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Buddhist Monks
With Electric Banjos
Holding Signs Up
Of Marlon Brando
Taxi Cabs
Blaring Show Tunes
Pregnant Women
Down-loading Soon
Derby Jockeys
Flying Monkeys
Kool-Aidholics
Skittle Junkies
Bozo The Clown
Bumper Stickers
Psychedelic
Crazed Toad Lickers
Rhinestone Cowboys
In their Skivvies
Gothic Girls
Heebie Jeebies
Are just a few of the sights you see
At the front gates of Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Blue Haired Granny's
In pink Moo Moos
Ballerina's In
Tattered Tutus
Mathematician's
Number Crunchers
Even have Some
Out to Lunchers
Model 50's
Do Wop Daddies
One More Round Of
Flo and Eddie
People Sneaking
Across the Border
Lonely Fry Cooks
Taking Orders
A Few Wannabes
Not Saying Much
Will The Real Elvis
Please Stand Up
Are just a few of the sights you see
At the front gates of Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Thank you...Thank you very Much
Ladies and Gentlemen
Elvis...Has Left The Building
I sat there staring at the screen
Thinking about lunch
Feeling very lean
I sat there still
Letters taunting me
Staring out the window sill
All I got was Nature staring back
Mocking me completely
I grew so slack
Haiku’s flashed through my head
So short and sweet
Frustrated, I went out to my shed
But narrative poetry that I must
Haiku’s so less sticky
My heads about to bust
Haiku’s I pressed on
The boss said otherwise
So much I think I might go eat a flan
Who’s this boss?
Master of school and more
Salad she did toss
She who is the bomb
Yet stern as a stone
She is known as my wonderful mom
What shall I ever do
Going through such misery
I shall go watch Winnie the pooh
Going to the big screen
I watched away
But I must return to my previous scene
Back at the small screen I ate a skittle
Procrastinating much
Thinking little
Finally arriving at the last
I think about Haiku’s
But I actually had a blast
In the yard I see our gnome
Standing there alone
Telling me to end my narrative poem
PETER'S SON PETERSON
Peter’s son was rowdy Peterson
He met plug-ugly drug lord Dawson
In a raucous party
Came in "Bliss"ful Dirty
And tipped Dawson off about Lawson
SCOTTISH Mr BRIAN
Scottish Mr.Brian came from the country of Shamrock
Found a plover under cover of a clover rock
Plover clover screeched a little
And sat on a hefty skittle
Both fitted the bill as the pinball struck a cock-squawk
© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
15 October, 2014 21:55:43 IST
A bird comes to tell me a story,
perched on my window sill,
it knocks on the glass to wake me up,
with its bright yellow bill!
This morning’s tale was about their love,
love as all the birds know,
sparrows, larks, black ravens and the dove,
their bond and wedding vow!
Their start of love is dance of feathers,
a skittle, circle, shake,
build her a nest that stands all weathers,
close to the big blue lake.
Love her, love her, love her tenderly,
her heart is soft as her,
dote on her, she soon be motherly,
needs emotional cover.
Season of flowers will soon be here,
seeds to feed little ones,
eggs hatch as new yellow bills appear,
squeaking with mouth open.
As parents we love them, love them dear,
one day they fly away,
never see them again nor we hear,
alive or fallen prey!
Birds do not cry, so no tears were seen,
so I wept for, instead,
I had been through what this bird had been,
bent and kissed her forehead!
So love as we know is all the same,
be human, bird or beast,
next time if you kill or maim a game,
their love may be your feast!
written 8/June/ 2022
9,6,9,6 syllables with rhyme.
Flight two poetry contest
Chantelle Anne Cooke sponsored
In the deep of the snow, In the dead of winter,
Under the Aurora Borealis taking our breath away.
The snow turtles jostle, and skittle, and Skim the snow,
All in a beautifully quiet nights, bountiful, wonderful play.
Man has seldom seen this recluse, so gentle and so renowned.
White as the snow packed earth itself, they simply can’t be found.
They sled and slide and scurry to hide before the break of day,
No one knows they’re even there, for they make not even a sound.
Animals respect them for they can’t make them into prey.
Even the polar bears leave them alone, except for to play.
And no matter how much the bears bat them about, I say!
They just close up and go wherever they are conveyed.
Magical, they can swim waters quite cold and really deep.
They eat the little fishes and enjoy whatever they can reap.
A man will never find their den as they dig into the frozen snow,
For like the tundra gophers, they live in the frozen ground below.
I swear they do exist, for a baby once came to me, admiring my fishing pole.
For I had lots of little tasty, yummy, fish that he wanted my son and I to throw.
We obliged him just that once, and then for more nights before we left his land.
But if you're going searching there’s something I should let you know, offhand.
They only show themselves to the pure of heart with a fish offering in your hand.
Messiah complex
In a turtle neck
Twirling vortex wreck
Black hole quench
Talking in riddles
Might as well be speaking in french
Little skittle flecks
Buzzing from two twenty two's
Of bubbly Beck's
Clinching a monkey wrench
Dragon breath honey stench
Riding bouncing checks
Pay attention now
Cause this will be in tomorrow's test
skittle icicle town
abacus boot
chuckle fry stout
Rum tum tiddle
You can fiddle
In the middle
Of the place where you piddle
In a skittle on the griddle
Rum tum tiddle
It's a brittle little riddle
As you tell your tarradiddle
And we beat a paradiddle
Every kid'll want to whittle
And watch you as you diddle
Mrs. Twiddle.
Inspire
Those around me Inspire me
My peers support me
Inspire me
To write this poetry
Love, Drugs, Funny
Or just random
It all comes from my heart
But without encouragement
From those around me
My poetry would be worthless
Every time i write a poem
I could write a million dollar masterpiece
But without inspiration
Encouragement, Support
From those around me
I'll be writing nothing
But wasteful work
Worth only enough
To buy me a skittle
That's why I rely on Whats around me
To get the wheel to turn