Best Spats Poems
Squabbling with words; spats in opposition
can bring about discord and suspicion
Christians should be able to live in harmony
or their accord and union will atrophy
What kind of world must humans think to mold
in bringing warmth and not a chilling cold
fashioning traits with kind words of diction
not spawning hurtful thoughts, causing friction
Antagonism unfolds to reveal hostility
ruining mutual trust and tranquility
With staunch optimism, I faithfully pray
that no chasm of rancor will whorl my way
For as long as the risen sun casts mornings in glory
we will not bind our souls with fear and worry
Each night a profusion of stars shine from above
I pray one day we will all share brotherly love.
When asked to write Limericks about ladies
I said, "Oh, no. There's no way in Hades!"
Too many are my friends
I'd have to make amends
Not even for a brand new Mercedes
Then, I gave the matter a bit more thought
And chose women closest to my heart
The ones in Milton Creek
Five who are quite unique
All lovely women who are very smart
Jan holds ownership of the Manx Saloon
Where two lovely ladies sing a fine tune
It's where Milt played poker
But do not provoke her
Jan has been known to throw a mean spittoon!
Tania now runs the bakery in town
Her Whiskey Whoopie Pies are world renown
Come to Kitchin's Kitchen
She might let you pitch in
to help her make the best pastries around
Deb manages the Manx with extra care
No outlaws allowed, so you'd best beware
If you're packin' a gun
Or maybe on the run
She'll call the lawmen and they'll be right there
Two recently hired ladies fit right in
Caren tends bar, pouring jiggers of gin
Anne-Lise is the town flirt
Servin' drinks in ruffled skirt
Fine ladies, living at Aces with Lin
There's a few others at the Bordello
I hear one's sweet on a certain fellow
Maybe just a rumor
A tale told with humor
The Creek's calm enough to hear cows bellow
Residents will keep it free of all spats
No bad hombres who'll be wearin' black hats
More ladies will arrive
Our little town will thrive
Mayor Tom will have more to say 'bout that
Every family has them
These unsettling times these misunderstandings
Times when many things come into play
In most cases these wee spats are soon over and forgotten
But sometimes differences run deeper
Because of other factors
Such as jealousy, middle child syndrome personality
It's only human nature at play
The necessity for all to find our place
In the overall scheme of life
To establish one's self in the pecking order
And accepting it without malice, without jealousy
A hard lesson to learn when we're brand new at he game
Always suspecting that siblings
Are the ones receiving preferential treatment
In reality, they are reacting in exactly the same matter
Trying their best to learn the ropes
To understand what life means what life is all about
But we never do have all the answers
Even if we survive those uncertain early years
And live to the ripe old age of thirty
Well that is what old age is when you're a teenager
Please be assured, you WILL get through
And be a well adjusted adult
A Broken Relationship
Soft tears rolled down her cheeks
as she rolled over to face his back,
for she knew in her heart so deep that
a love for her he did lack.
She had felt the relationship break
with the husband of her youth,
but how can it be Lord? He is father of my children
but, all the while she knew.
She thought, they used to be so happy
when in their youth walking hand in hand,
thinking nothing could touch them
when their love brought them wedding bands.
Yes, they had spats and arguments
along the way,
but thinking nothing so great
that away from her his love would stray.
Then physical abuse and threatening
from his mouth,
came and changed this fair romance
from what it once was all about.
So with tears streaming don her face
and a heart that was broken completely in two,
wondering Lord, will I ever be loved again
will I ever be able to say I do?
When he found his excuse to leave
stating because of her belief in Jesus the King of Kings,
he said, “it’s either God or me, you can’t have both,”
so she chose to give up her once precious wedding ring.
For she knew no man is so important
as harmony with God,
and she wanted to commune with Him forever
and to walk with Him on Heaven’s sod.
Yet though my life has not been so perfect
since I’ve given up my wedding ring,
I have peace with my Father, joy with His Spirit
and love from Jesus Christ, my King.
And now, the painful hurting memories
my Precious Lord did take,
and replaced them with some fond remembrances
all of His Wonderful Name’s sake.
Written by: Marilyn Jennings
Tediously bored, Sir Drake
Prolonged afternoon of tea and cakes
Jam coats his chin with gooey paste
A beard of crumbs hangs from his face
His manner somewhat hard to grasp
Small fingers smother giddy laughs.
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To sup he’d need a tuning fork
to confound the smacks from lamb and pork.
Lanky strands of cabbage slaw.
Gravy splashes grease his jaw
Pastries flurry dandruff flakes
A grubby mess, grandiose Sir Drake
Theodore Aka Teddy Bear
With soggy paws and matted hair
Needs a scrub from his stout chin
to the furry spats about his shins.
Carried off by loving arms
A bath restores his stately charm.
Rain slipped in
sliding on the din
just passed dark
came midnight sparks
before the light of morning sun,
spits and spats, tips and taps,
lulls and dulls,
sputtered mutters culls,
on the shutters closed,
clammy, dank, and damp,
click-clack, stamped,
pitter-patter tones,
on the walk path stones;
soft and harsh,
wind blowing scowls along the tarps
glistening glows
misting the grassy rows,
October doom looms,
harvests wells consumed
rain falls
as autumn calls.
Written: April 13, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "Let the water settle and you will see the moon and stars mirrored in your being," By Rumi
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Oat flakes float over the pale golden sky,
A white moon floats easily over land awry,
A shining reflection waltzes in your brown eye.
Your golden shade suits my dulcet face,
Glaucous clouds wrap seagulls as they pace,
Roses chilly hands ignite your heated place.
Soak it all in while I built a sandcastle—our empire,
A soft, wild cry from the coast, where we fire,
Seashells, salt and sand spats, our hearts wire.
Postcard-worthy memories cram my halcyon mind,
I'm catching a glimpse of moon face from behind.
there’s a temporal aberration
happening in my head
or it could be I am dreaming
or maybe I am dead
there’s a small purple t rex
who is wearing a bowler hat
while on his massive back legs
he’s sporting yellow spats
he’s dancing a foxtrot
summoning me with a wave
to join him in his frolic
but I just aren’t that brave
there’s an orchestra playing
composed of flying fish
under a banner stating that
we play anything you wish
the dance floor is crowded
I’ve just seen an antelope
with a sign on his back
all ye abandon hope
I am swimming in confusion
next to a cephalopod
all in all this situation
is somewhat rather odd
but I think I’ll just enjoy it
I may wake up by and by
or maybe this is just
a pleasant way to die
My neighbor lady, Treena, has a 'thing' for cats
Says they keep her home free of mice and rats
She pets their heads and their butts, she pats
when some of the snippy felines get into spats
She shares her loveseat with all her furry friends
On tasty cat food, a huge amount she spends
Three smelly kitty litter boxes often offends
the noses of her suitors, her visiting boyfriends
Treena took some offense at a certain politician
who has dissed cat ladies in his own admission
She won't vote for him in vice president position
and signed it "Cat Ladies Against Vance' petition
So, there she sits with blue clogs upon her feet
Content with saying, "My life feels so complete."
When the cats all meow, begging her for a treat
She gives them a pinch of catnip instead of meat
Her home is filled with lots of scratching posts
and there's not one cat that she loves the most
If they could speak of Treena, they would boast,
about their kind human and drink to her a toast
Know any???
They NEVER have anything good to impart,
they fondly embrace doom and gloom!
Everything with them is all grief and strife-
they walk in and take warmth from a room!
Bad karma and drama they wear like a badge-
"that will never work", they are known to say!
When you say hello and if you give them a smile-
they will wish that you have a bad day!
The face in their mirrors closes it's eyes-
it turns quickly and it runs away!
They will destroy your hopes
and stomp on your dreams
for this is how they "play!"
Anything at all you cherish and adore
they will "mission" to seek and destroy-
and don't let there be
a "love of your life"-
stealth "heart annihilation" they'll employ!
If you've ever been in a relationship
that seemed toxic right from the start,
that's what it was.... and do know this-
that toxin affected your heart!
If there were tiffs, spats and arguments,
and you never quite knew why they were-
toxic people love to spew their venom,
and make everything they touch impure!
If you have possessions,
you've worked hard for
and have achieved some measure of success,
their envy will turn them green in the face,
and their jealousy will cause hateful stress!
If your life has a landfill of "toxic people"-
"BEWARE - TAKE HEED - FULL ALERT!"
Don't take them lightly and don't turn your back-
you've been warned because you they WILL hurt!
So take this advice,
not just once.... BUT TWICE!!!
They are poisonous toxins.......BELIEVE!!!
Get them out of your life and I guarantee-
"non-toxic" better people you'll receive!
There once was a couple of brats
who engaged in continuous spats.
The result was a tie
when each scratched out an eye -
an old-Biblical tit for a tat!
The brats awoke bleeding and weak
when, half-seeing the havoc they’d wreaked,
they discarded their clothes,
their behinds to expose -
a new-Biblical turning of cheek!
Where have all my people gone, the Navaho, Lakota,
And the Sioux,
Choking for a breath of life's sustaining air,
Smothered beneath the white man's blanket.
The beating heart of native drums, are stilled, frozen
In the middle of it's rhythmic thumping, no pauses echo,
Can be heard on the open plain.
The weeping woman kneels, on sacred ground, she sheds
A river of bleeding tears, burning a permanent mark, across
A baron landscape.
Death's black raven shields itself, under it's crimson soaked wing,
Against shames moral injustice, humanity's inhumanity, towards it's
Own kindred.
The final verdict of the white man's justice, based on nothing more,
Than skin color, difference of beliefs, and sheer ignorance.
Extermination, nay a holocaust, greed fever, drives the white demons.
How much blood can mother earth be forced to drink, before
She drowns herself, or spats up everything, with sheer
Disdane, and hatreds malice.
Treaties written in vanishing ink, promises disappear in thin air,
Revealing a liars sharpened tongue.
The odds have always been stacked against those believing
In fairness.
Flights appendages are clipped, on the dove of peace, leaving it
Unable to soar above it's own habitat.
Wreckage’s refugees stumble, in the ruins after math,
Rapes victims of civilizations civilized,
Are left devoid of their heritages legacy.
Elders chieftains representatives of a once great nation,
Smoke peace pipes in the white mans hunting lodge, in Washington,
As human beings are hauled like cattle's cargo,
Taken to reservations burial grounds.
Ancient ancestral beings, lit up heaven's vast expanse, by torches flame,
To guide the souls of the dead, unto their great spiritual plain beyond.
The pale horse gallops forward, without a rider,
And the red people become a phantom tribe, vanishing
Upon the winds shifting tides.
Giving one last final battle war cry,
Why my father but the great spirit answers not.
Behold America's legacy, a world trampled beneath
It's heavy feet, all in the name of progress, or for the cause
Of Manifest destiny.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Mazsi the cat was strolling one night,
when came down the road, a most curious sight.
A yellow striped cat with a jazzy coat,
big brimmed hat, bow tie ‘round his throat.
Mazsi had to smile at such a silly sight,
this striped yellow cat, thought he looked just right.
Twirling a gold chain in his right paw,
stepping down the street, waving at kittens he saw.
He walked up to Mazsi and gave her a look,
then all over his body he shook and shook.
“Well lookey here at what I see,
if you’re not the prettiest kitty there be.”
Mazsi gave him a look and said to him,
“You’re the kookiest cat from shoe to brim.”
That jazzy cat was taken aback,
how could this kitty, him attack.
“Come now kitty, surely you can see,
I’m the coolest cat, there ever will be.
Come join me tonight and let down your hair,
you and I can be a shmizally pair.”
“With you by my side we can dancel all night,
you and me such a jazzical sight.
It’s down to the dance hall for a special affair,
all of the hipsters and swingers are there.”
Mazsi was curious and would like to party,
but this crazy cats’ brain, seemed a bit tardy.
“I know you think you’re quite hip,
but on my radar you’re just a blip.”
Cool Cat begged, “Come on, you kittiest of cats,
I dressed for the night, right down to my spats.
Take my paw and I’ll show you the town,
we’ll swing and dance till the moon goes down.”
Mazsi took his paw and right was he,
he showed her the most fun there ever could be.
Down at the Dance Hall a crowd had formed,
under the moonlight the night was transformed.
Cats of all colors were dancing to jazz,
laughing and singing with pizzazz.
Hubba hubba and root toot toot,
across the dance floor the two did scoot.
The moon sank low and music got slow,
everyone knew it was time to go.
Mazsi and Cool Cat had stolen the show,
won the trophy, Mazsi and her new beau.
Robert G Stoner Jr ©
Tip- tap-tipetty to!
Swing downtown now,
Why feel so blue?
The girls are dancing high kicks phew!
Leave your top hat on the pew,
Swing-swing-sing-a-song
Let them know that you belong!
Rhythm child, one-two- three- four,
If your’e cool you’ll pass the door,
To skip and dance and drink champagne,
Don’t hold back enjoy the game!
Ginger, Fred they’ll all be there
Ostrich feathers in their hair,
At the Cotton Club…one-two-three-four
Yes the Cotton Club... Oh give me more!
Take it away Mr Bumby!...trombone shrills,
Piano spills, the notes of fifty tapping spats,
Sounds of laughter, syncopated fits..let- it- go
We’re puttin on the Ritz!
For contest 28/8/15 Peter Lewis Holmes
Star crossed champions of mirth
Wild hair and wild eyes, both
To the world they say with arms raised to the sky,
"What a pity, for we dearly love to laugh!"
Arm in arm, singing their favorite show tunes
But in the voices of Donald Duck and Calamity Jane
Gallivanting through the city, doing the Charleston in the street
These two have no interest or talent for growing up
And made the world lighter because of it
Willy Wonka in his purple jacket,
Holding the door for her with his cane,
Him with those dreamy eyes
Pale eyes that swim in her perpetual smile
A smile, a voice and a soul that lit up everything for miles
She sits, glowing in the window,
Like a princess in the white room, wearing her little barrette
But she isn't well at all
And so she left this world, Roseannadanna did, one morning
And the twinkle in his eye twinkled off into space
With her dimples, impromptu cartwheels and spinning skirts
Four years wasn't enough to fill up the laughing box
The glass elevator is lonely looking down on the world
Wait, wait, wait, BAM!
Would she want him sinking there in his spats?
A wop, bam, boo! No, choose instead to keep that wicked grin
Dance down the aisle of the plane, show that funny funny face
Embrace each Saturday Night gone by
To Gene and Gilda, geniuses of love and light hearts
Pop the cork on the champagne and roller skate through this life!
~For Heather Ober's Famous Couples/Duos Poetry
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