Best Sounds Great Poems
Been Christmas shopping my dear, that sounds great now lets all cheer, no gift boxes of PJs this year, surprise boxes of PPE gear, all wrapped now off for a cold beer.
Date Written: 12/8/2020
2 Place Christmas Limerick Poetry Contest Contest Judged:12/25/2020 Sponsored by: Alexis Y.
Dane, “Little Dane” was my precious birth name.
And I dearly loved my grandma who was also named, Dane.
Naturally, at times, by mistake, folks said, “Jane.”
Each time, “Dane…like a Great-Dane” rectification came.
After many years searching genealogy, I discovered.
No boys, but girls had great-grandfather Dane’s name.
Naturally, surprised, proud of the name just the same.
Adding Ann with no E…to me, Dane Ann, was conferred.
Corrections were often needed; I could count on fun, too.
Opportunities for attention ah, rapping at my name’s door.
Over the years, receiving Mr. Dane mail I did not adore.
Laughed loud when I was drafted, no girls, then, I knew.
Now that joke was on me; I reported the mistake.
And before I left for home, a dotted line I did see.
My, the Army sounds great…an education for me!
Events made me shake; the war made me quake.
My name is Dane, not Jane, not “Puddin’-n-tane”
It is not, James, John, or Penny-whinney-jinxsaw!
Not Sally or Sue, but a life-name with no flaw.
Easy to spell; it's for boys, and for me, D-A-N-E, Dane.
© February 16, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
An acrostic poem written in “Enclosed Rhyme”
Romeo Please Find Juliet-Virelai
I wish for a mate
That draws a line straight
One wish
A nice man sounds great
One that pulls his weight
Let's swish
Let's have a first date
See what's on our plate
And dish
If our moons shine bright
And our tides are right
See me
Basking in the light
Waiting for my knight
With glee
If our hearts are quite
Let cupid take flight
And spree
If this love note's read
Like butter to bread
Let's toast
Take my hand and lead
Let's be two and wed
Upmost
And spread forth our seed
And blossom and spread
The most
3/18/23
Write Me a Virelai Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Kim Rodrigues
It's that time of year once more.
Let the headache begin.
It's Tax Time
A 4 here and a7 there can drive a person incense
yes you can claim this or no you can't.
Everybody hurrying to do it.
File E or by paper, do you want it now or later.
600 maybe or 8713 sounds great to me.
Oh no here comes the irs.
They Took it all D** it is tax time.
Big, Bold and Brave
To my wife have been her brilliant slave
So wrote something big, bold and brave.
Here it is.
Democrats send an email cute and clever
Saying needed my poems more than ever
Have new state governor who seems kind
Me as county poet laureate he assigned.
Poet laureate is in each county in state
Incredible idea that to us sounds great
Around libraries Governor likes to hover
We heard he has become a poetry lover.
What he does want for a grand finale'
Is for each county to have a poetry rally
At senior centers and desperately needed
There to hear poems supporters stampeded.
We will read poems at centers each week
Even if weather may be cold or bleak
And what we are leading up to know
You should listen to our poems somehow.
Me and my beautiful wife are well agreed
Job reading poems is exactly what I need
Something else that to me sounds great
Could be an advisor or maybe administrate.
Merton's self-fulfilling prophecy states that:
"If you define a situation as real, it is real
in it's consequences." I want this suggestion
to become real and am planting the idea
into your mind hoping it will sprout up in
the proper place. Now that it has become
your idea, your help and assistance would
be greatly appreciated.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Profound Poet and Retired Veteran
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC 28422
Always a Star!
You’re a star in my night’s sky that’s brightened with years,
not because we’ve grown closer in distance (perhaps),
but with age, we are wiser, trust more in ourselves!
Though progenitors looked to the stars to find Truth
(as the home of the Gods), now few honor such dreams
or claim stars map out lives. Some think love plays a role!
But it’s clear genes express what’s required to survive.
Fixed stars (constants before) now seem fleeting at best.
No one knows where they’re headed! Do trails have an end?
In the past, stars seemed solid, though some with loose ends
(were revealed to be planets) proved not stars at all
(just reflectors of light!) They’d move forward, then back
(a conundrum at best) to cross scar of milk’s plow!
‘Weird’ named “Wanderers” (“Planets” in Greek)! The name stuck.
In real space, there are rarely twin stars but for luck.
If a double sounds great, then three stars - ‘cat’s meow!’
In mind’s space, stars drift in, then sail out of one’s sack!
Caught in gravity’s well, what’s the purpose of call?
Truth’s too big (can’t you see?)! Time is all the heart spends.
All stars wanderers, too (though small minds may pretend!)
Grace seems equal to Truth. On day seven choose rest!
Does your foot rest on gas (or love brakes?) Can you drive?
Does it matter that much who spins truth (who’s the pole)?
Does the boy catch the girl, or is she one who schemes
(if a “game is afoot,”) who’s more kisser (mans booth)?
Let philosopher play; bless the lover who delves!
Let the driven love rest and bone weary take naps.
It’s my guess this could birth a world freer of tears!
Brian Johnston
6th of April in 2023
I’d love nothing more than to sit with you
and share a meal split just for two.
I’d order the rainchokes topped with loots
and dip them in your sharkflower shoots.
But sitting in this divine café
is not exactly safe per se.
Which chair to choose can be so tricky-
Sitting down here could make you sprickly.
Avoid the red chair but not the blue:
Unless you see stripes on a figgy-doo.
The chair you chose loves all purple sprink
so be sure you do order that coffee to drink!
A dinner with you for two sounds great!
But as you can see I’m already late
for all of the chairs waiting next in line
to be pulled up, then placed behind.
The dol-yapper seeds will snap with joy
when I bring the next girl and bring the next boy
I will pull up a seat and pull up a chair
and a dinner for three I will start to prepare!
-5/8/2017-
Please pull up a chair (Suess style) contest
On Saturday morning I drive over to my daughter’s house unexpectedly.
She’s not the drop in kind of gal, but I don’t care.
It’s all about me this week, my little me week.
She flings open the door and glares at me
After I am getting ready to use my key,
The one I’m never supposed to use, but
I did press the doorbell 138 times.
Right?
She glares at me, and stomps off mad,
Toward the dining room. I watch her back.
“Can we?”
“NO!”
“Can we just?”
“NO!”
“I am not spending the day with you, MOTHER.
This is April.
My busy month.
You know that!”
April already?
Wow.
“What are you eating?”
Another unnatural glare.
“Pancakes with lemon, and blueberries, and pudding,” her back is still towards me.
Damn.
That sounds great,
But I’m not offered any.
She’s mad.
I’ll give her that.
“Mom, why are you HERE?”
“You didn’t answer the phone,” I say. “I thought…”
She rolls her eyes.
“I want to buy a new car today,” I tell her. “But my eyes are glassy because of the stupid predizone. And I stopped taking it on Tuesday. Can you drive me to a car dealer?”
“I am NOT LETTING YOU BUY A CAR TODAY, MOTHER!”
Wow.
I have not been mommed by her like this since she was twelve.
“We needed a little Mom-Angela time,” I continue.
Yes, believe it or not, this is the cherub’s name.
I’m not lying!
She makes a little smoothie for herself.
Relents a little bit.
Asks if I want one.
Yes, I DO!
Thank you.
Hooray!
It’s working.
She’s melting. We end up spending seven and a half hours together,
One of the best mother daughter days I’ve ever had!
Written April 6th, 2018
Opportunity came knocking,
Showed me his ID,
Came with his rehearsed spiel,
We are in your area this week,
Us opportunists!
With our reduced deals,
Yes! I thought!
I know your game,
I tried to speak,
He got louder,
Don’t miss out he said,
This offer is the best,
Exclusively for you,
Sign up today
Your last chance!
I kept saying! No
He wouldn’t listen
Promising me the world,
He must be programmed,
I’ll get rid of him,
Slam the door shut! I thought,
Raise my voice!
His foot Jammed firmly in the door,
So I acted like I was interested
Agreed with him,
Played along with his game,
Yes opportunity that sounds great,
He got very excited,
Started to go in for the kill
I was laughing inside,
Wondered when he would stop,
No other opportunity was better,
Yes I thought but even opportunist gets tired,
And he did,
I looked him straight in the eyes,
No, I said!
This time I knew that he had heard me,
Not today thank you.
That was the last time
Opportunity passed my way.
02/11/2016
For contest sponsor
Nayda Evette Negron
For this new
year's debut,
we turn to
next in queue,
twenty-two.
A blank slate
sure sounds great,
I can't wait
to ice skate
and lose weight.
(Mini-Monoverse)
01/03/2022
What's New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
The New World Order is the Old and New World Disorder.
The Old World Order is history, and for a while, The New
World Order will be a mystery, but in reality, it has no future.
So much exists that seems strange; so, to the best of my
understanding, let me try to explain.
In God's domain called heaven, at first there was order.
Disorder unfolded when Lucifer rebelled against that order.
We don't know where it came from, but sin was found in him.
That sin within corrupted everything Lucifer felt about God.
He himself desired to be worshiped as God, and therein arose
the rebellion that quickly led him astray and set him on a course
of no return. That wickedness would be passed on until this day.
There can never be 'world order' without The Order of God and
The God of Order. Any other presumed or supposed order can easily
be spelled in 9 letters: REBELLION. The present-day World Order,
like all the others from ages past, is dressed up in sheep's clothing.
To far too many, it sounds great, but its only power is DECEPTION.
Whether it's a State ruled by a Godless Oligarchy or one governed
by a Godless Democracy, the end result will be the same. DISORDER.
Whether the State Order is Religious or Atheistic, it still spells DIASTER.
Regardless of how we paint their numbers, their sum is always D666.
The only World Order that's possible is a world ruled by JESUS CHRIST.
041622PS
Things been gittin' a mite boring 'ere,
So called on my old mate;
Said let's git out of town awhile,
He said,"That sounds great."
Said "Put together a bit 'o' grub,
A bed roll, tack and such,
And we'll go walk-about, we two,
Don't think that we'll need much,
'Cuz we'll be livin' off the land,
The way we're meant to be.
We'll hunt and fish and just relax,
Just you and God and me.
We won't be in no hurry,
To return in no time soon.
We'll be back when good and ready.
We won't be countin' moons."
So off we set, me mate and me,
On horseback through the bush.
Been ridin' that old rockin chair,
And find I've a tender tush;
But that's okay, it'll be just fine,
I love this clean, sweet air.
Think we may be out 'ere awhile,
So long as fishin's fair.
For Tracie - Indigio Dreamweaver's A Lil Bit Of Aus Contest
Angry clouds were above
Displaying hatred not love
With an angry growl
Came a heavenly howl
There are energy impulses
Crackling lights dished out in doses
Joined the powerful teaming downpour
Angels sending a message about this star gazing tour
Two men scheduled to be shot in the air
No return date set for the galactic dare
It took a little time
But the sun came out to shine
A natural cosmic luring test
Challenging earthlings wanted to leave their nest
Launch countdown never stopped
Plan continued from the pad lot
After placing the pair in seated positions
Patiently waiting for the ‘go’ decision
Commanding lift starting the space station mission
Clock under twenty
Big business experimenting investing their money
Word came to abort
Due to the weather who was the true judicial court
Safety concerns were the reasons
Canceling the spectacle during Florida’s rainy season
Temporary relieving the responsibilities for the dragon crew
Delaying a dream ready to come true
Mother Nature commanding man to be told
“This adventurous travel must be put on hold!
Until a new window open soon
And then it can resume
A space junket to the resort orbiting the moon”
Man penciled in a date
Saturday afternoon sounds great
Still the meteorology influence will have the final say
About sending this peaceful rocket on its way
Sugar and honey
both taste sweet to me.
In a melody
from a past decade,
that made the Hit Parade,
three sisters sounded sublime.
They had honey in the morning,
and also in the evening;
not to mention suppertime.
They asked me to be their honey
and love them all the time.
I swore by the stars above,
that I would always be their love.
The song still sounds great to me.
Lets see if I got this strait
trust no one but believe in fate,
take time to smell the roses
but don't waist time on stupid choices,
always keep you head up and don't let any thing get you down
but live, love, and laugh and try not to frown,
treat others as you want to be treated,
but give no one the bird they didn't mean it,
if you love some thing set it free?
but to know true love is to love youself that would be me.
no one likes Mr or Mrs negative
but don't tell them that's the way it is,
keep you chine up and turn the other cheek,
so let them walk all over you? thats weak,
first empreshions say alot,
but don't choose a book by it's cover is that for not?
put your best foot forward,
but don't step on no ones toes,
so lets see if I got this strait,
live life...good that sounds great.