Best Slippery Poems
Winter descended upon the prairie plain
Pelting the ground with freezing rain
Nipping, biting this cold morning air
Thin layers of ice coated everywhere
You get out on the road but don't step on the brake
That would be your biggest mistake
For it would make you slide and spin
This would start your heart pump'in within
The accidents, fender benders take there toll
Some cars or even semi's can roll
The roads become a treacherous place
You crawl like a turtle at a snails pace
You dread having to go out that day
Driving is dangerous they say
you get behind the wheel and pray
No one will back end you along the way
A slippery sloppery slipping snail
Slithered slimed and slid on the floor
Feeling hurried harried hungry and helpless
As starlings screeched spiraled and saw
That slippery sloppery slipping snail
Who slithered slimed and slid on the floor
A fluttering of feathers fell frighteningly fast
Meant that slippery sloppery slipping snail
Who slithered slimed and slid was no more.
© DAW
Slippery Sam the serpent sang songs.
About sexy slitherers in thongs.
The tunes were quite crass.
Cause thongs up their ... .
Let's face it, that just never belongs.
My apologies for being smutty. I think my mind is rotting.
Utopia's Slippery Slope Continuum
Trees of pink snow bloom
by the lake when Spring is full
Young warriors dream
...
Old warriors walk
Through dreamless trees of concrete
Modernization
3.8.2017©deborah burch
Snowflakes float
Whimsically on the wind
Drift
Soar
Fall
Gentle merging of
Terrestrial elements
Seeking
Cosmic order of
Patterned perfection
Children frolic with Frosty
Making snowmen and
Snow angels
Snowflakes melt
Swept aside by
Busy wipers on
Sliding cars on
Slippery roads
With dizzy drivers
Seeking stars and
Sparkling moonbeams
On lonely roads
In lonely lives
Where snowflakes fall
SLIPPERY WHEN WET
Like The Bermuda Triangle trips, with disappearing blips,
my heart stops beating, is fleeting, or else is gone.
No Black Hole deeper, steeper, my heart is not a keeper,
of the light sucked in by stellar wind, and played the pawn.
A Double Slit Experiment, arranged for our endearment,
cannot decide to stay, or play, or leave before the dawn.
I'm left holding Quicksilver, unsung song, that never lasts longer,
and always seeking, tweaking, what's gone wrong in moving on.
Like trying to find my car keys, I've left inside the deep freeze,
this nebulous thing, a fling and sting, will insist I don't belong.
Contest:Dancing with Discription
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Placed: HONORABLE MENTION
By Edlynn Nau
© October 29, 2015
Slippery slide
An indigent man from Calcutta
Would bathe once a week in some butter
A slippery mistake
He walked over a grate
And forever was lost down the gutter
“Not down any drain!”
livid chef reprimands sous
fatberg prevention
There MUST be a reason for life to exist
To explain why we're thrilled by a passionate kiss
From our opposite sex
Or one from our ex
Or even one from a slippery wet fish
Drip… Drip… Drip…
Don’t let the water drip on the floor or you will
Slip… Slip… Slip…
Drip… Strip… Drip…
Don’t let the water run or someone will
Trip… Trip… Trip…
Coz we're like two writers afraid of papers
Two singers with stage scares
Or maybe I am the mouth of the dog
If you're my tail
Around and round
I chase you to ground
And perhaps you're Shakespeare nervous of criticisms
And Poseidon's heir
With fear to sail
If love's enough and everything
Why can't it be our glue
Or help us sing
Until our second verse
Can at least lull our ending
You said it now and I can't help it
My walls were crumbling down
Your words were such wonder
And they left me hanging and tender
But we're two lovers
Afraid of holding tight
With their echoes that hovers
Shrouding shadows in our sight
And so together we can't be
Far apart like shores of sea
horny toad
thorny road
download music
for lively bones
nobody knows
break glass with plastic stone
open toe broken phone
day old newborn soul
crusty milk bowls
itty-bitty silk flows
dabble with graffiti
on the city down low
grime gritty cold windy city
crime filthy bold chicago
exit on the intro
enter on the outro
dressed in the apparel
of a mighty big-headed pharaoh
a headdress nacho sombrero
kill two birds with one arrow
spill verbs like whistling sun sparrow
thrill nerds down to the bone marrow
does anyone care to tango
next to their own clone lone shadow
i truly love all these grandiose
simpering individuals
who make up the media
i truly feel like they understand
the needs of the people
whilst running their mouths for an
occupation
too much money moving about
the dead have become awakend
through the times of limp
minds
soggy sheet bag individuals
who do not deserve the title
of
individual
because of t.v., media
too much time
therein
...
i see life on the new plane
i see me
as i witness
the carwreck of you
are you ready for me?
i've taken a few
for the team called
humans
i still remain
can you handle the truth?
The bridge lay broken across the brook
perplexed, the traveler, long he stood
look at it as a stumbling block
the minute hand ticking in the clock
to find a way out of the tangle
decide to make a short ramble
to find whether he can step on stones
should be near ones and like clones
at last, he found a place nearby
where the stones lay each to each close by
it would be a balancing act
slip from a stone and fall flat
he must not wet his leather shoes
but the prospects lay dim without clues
he is about to give up the plan
when a bright idea in his brain cells sprang
he'd take off his shoes and hold in hand
place a foot on the slippery stand
for a while, he stops to wander
about his life and goals he ponders
like the stepping stones on the way
reach goals of life day by day
(Parody of Hickory Dickory Dock)
Sloppy, slippery rock
The boy ran up the rock.
The rock shook once.
The boy ran down.
Sloppy, slippery rock
Sloppy, slippery rock
The boy ran up the rock.
The rock shook twice.
The boy ran down.
Sloppy, slippery rock
Sloppy, slippery rock
The boy ran up the rock.
The rock shook thrice.
The boy ran down.
Sloppy, slippery rock
Sloppy, slippery rock
The boy ran up the rock.
The rock gave way.
The boy lost his sway.
Sloppy, slippery rock
May.15.2023
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