Best Spiffing Poems
I haven’t played a record
In more years than I can say,
Yet still I mourn the record player
That we ditched today.
It sat there in the living room
Accumulating dust,
But since we’re spiffing up the place
I really must adjust.
I’ll box my records in a crate
And hide them out of sight.
I have no way to play them,
But to toss them’s just not right.
Though music’s always in my life,
I’ve said goodbye to vinyl
And now that my turntable’s gone,
That farewell feels more final.
Categories:
spiffing, music, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
‘Oh I say isn’t this spiffing or what?’
says Jeremy taking the horse for a trot.
It will be pheasant for dinner which the butler will sort
followed by Havana cigars and a nice drop of port
in the billiard room where the gentlemen play,
then a nice game of backgammon if it’s on a Wednesday.
The silver spoon in his mouth means he speaks rather strange,
words like golly gosh, old bean- all rather deranged.
The Rolls will be cleaned for a trip to the course
where golf will be played in tidy plus fours.
Then it's off to the cricket with the boys for a jolly,
joined by stock brokers and bankers with plenty of lolly!
It’s lunch at the Ivy or tea at the Ritz
all terribly posh, just like St Moritz
where his chalet will tend to the winter delight,
skiing with royalty on champagne powder of white.
The hallway displays portraits of the old,
founders of industry which took hold
securing old money to ensure a liquidity
where one will never face financial humility.
Categories:
spiffing, class,
Form:
Rhyme
This chap from the States, just asked me to write, a poetic collaboration,
I was asleep, it is quite late at night, no time for a rhymed dissertation.
I thought to myself, what a spiffing idea, for we speak the same lingo at least,
But hold on a sec, I'm English - good grief, and worse still I'm from the North East!!
I wrote to this dude, over in England and said, would y’all write with me?
He seemed kind of cranky, said he was asleep, probably needed a nice spot o’ tea.
Though things ain’t the same, like they’ve got a queen and we have a man who’s in power,
And Big Ben over here is a star quarterback, to him it’s a clock in a tower
With some trepidation I considered the task, in horror at the realisation,
In the States their football, isn’t like the UK, it’s rugby for your information.
But the strangest thing, is that ‘grits’ are a food, whereas here it’s ground pebbles or stone,
And they travel around in their big Chevrolet’s, on Route 66 lined with phones.
Now I’m not sure I made the right choice, they’re weird with their bangers and mash,
fries are called chips, their beer is served warm and it seems they weigh all of their cash.
Cookies are biscuits, car trunks are boots, the telly is their television,
my fingers are crossed as I sit here and hope, that I made the wisest decision.
But joking apart, it’s an honour to join, my American friend in this Rhyme.
I sincerely agree, it was truly a pleasure, let’s do it again anytime
11/5/2019
Introduction by collaboration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Categories:
spiffing, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
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This chap from the States, just asked me to write, a poetic collaboration,
I was asleep, it is quite late at night, no time for a rhymed dissertation.
I thought to myself, what a spiffing idea, for we speak the same lingo at least,
But hold on a sec, I'm English - good grief, and worse still I'm from the North East!!
I wrote to this dude, over in England and said, would y’all write with me?
He seemed kind of cranky, said he was asleep, probably needed a nice spot o’ tea.
Though things ain’t the same, like they’ve got a queen and we have a man who’s in power,
And Big Ben over here is a star quarterback, to him it’s a clock in a tower
With some trepidation I considered the task, in horror at the realisation,
In the States their football, isn’t like the UK, it’s rugby for your information.
But the strangest thing, is that ‘grits’ are a food, whereas here it’s ground pebbles or stone,
And they travel around in their big Chevrolet’s, on Route 66 lined with phones.
Now I’m not sure I made the right choice, they’re weird with their bangers and mash,
fries are called chips, their beer is served warm and it seems they weigh all of their cash.
Cookies are biscuits, car trunks are boots, the telly is their television,
my fingers are crossed as I sit here and hope, that I made the wisest decision.
But joking apart, it’s an honour to join, my American friend in this Rhyme.
I sincerely agree, it was truly a pleasure, let’s do it again anytime
11/5/2019
Introduction by collaboration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Categories:
spiffing, america, england, friendship, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
it was a beautiful scene
her loyal imperfect heart
her spirit and soul was filled
with the love of God
it was a beautiful, smelly, scummy scene
it was a beautiful, super, stunning scene
it was a beautiful, spiffing, smooth scene
it was a beautiful, solemn, striking scene
her loyal imperfect heart
her spirit and soul was filled
with the love of God
it was a beautiful, slow, single scene
it was a beautiful, strange, soft scene
it was a beautiful, sad, sweaty scene
it was a beautiful, scary, strong scene
it was a beautiful, silly scene
it was a wonderful scene
it was a beautiful scene
it was my wonder, my dream
she’s my beautiful scene
12/12/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
spiffing, analogy, appreciation, beautiful, blessing,
Form:
Alliteration
so cold, silly summer
a cold, smart, scummy summer
so cold, strong, sultry, sunny summer
Yet cold, cold, slow, smooth summer
such a cold,sad, soft, sweaty summer
cold,
just so sweet, scary cold, slimy, spiffing summer
single summer
it's cold, southern summer
8/5/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
spiffing, analogy, environment, summer,
Form:
Alliteration
Southern summer lame, light love
Sultry, slow summer, lush love
Smart, scrummy summer lazy, low love
Scary, small summer legendary, little love
Spiffing, stunning summer lost, lonely love
Sunny, sexy summer lifeless, loveable love
Soft, sad summer loyal, long love
Smooth, scorching summer loving, loud love
Warm, hot moist summer love
7/3/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
spiffing, analogy, appreciation, love, summer,
Form:
Alliteration
it was a beautiful scene
awesome
it was a wonderful scene
lilac valleys filled with marigolds
it was a beautiful, slow, solemn scene
a painter, artist dream
it was a beautiful, striking, small scene
it was a beautiful, spiffing, single scene
it was a beautiful, soft, smart, slender scene
it was a beautiful, scene
it was a beautiful, scary, sunny, strong, scene
it was a beautiful scene
it was a beautiful, sad, stunning scene
8/4/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
spiffing, adventure, analogy, beautiful, visionary,
Form:
Alliteration
Ahh! Snow
a magical, majestic mist the messy, magical melting spiffing, sweet snow
a meaningful, menacing mist the majestic, miserable melting smooth, slippery snow
4/5/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
spiffing, allusion, analogy, environment, imagery,
Form:
Alliteration
And why not?
The Lucky country
Bodyline
Human skittles
Murder Incorporated
Swing lube
I sit with friends and
We put
Together our greatest XI
To face Mars
My father shouts, "That's out!"
And the umpire gives it
My son reads The Beano and is
Not interested
In the sixes
The announcer shouts, "Make some noise Edgbaston!"
He is shoved over and the Harlequin Waitrose capped swanky pants
In a spiffing gaggle announces, "Bowling from the City End, some bloke."
A friend told me he strangled
A goat
"That makes you feel really alive."
Categories:
spiffing, my child, mythology,
Form:
Free verse
In the spiffing, slender summer thinking, thundery thaw;
The strong, silly summer thunderous, thirsty thaw;
So smart, stupid summer thrusting, thin thaw, so hot outside;
Sweet, southern summer thorny, thrifty thaw, on this ;
Slippery, sultry summer theological, thuggish thaw;
Scary, slow summer threatening, through thaw;
Such as the wisdom of it all it's summer where's the snow?
6/23/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Categories:
spiffing, analogy, appreciation, how i
Form:
Alliteration
Smooth, soft snow bound
Sweet snow bound mound
Steep, snow mound
Slow, smart snow bound
Stunning, smelly snow mound
Slippery, spiffing snow bound
1/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Categories:
spiffing, analogy, appreciation, irony, snow,
Form:
Alliteration
To be truly free one must unshackle themselves. First the hand shackles followed by leg shackles. Feel them in turn flying open and free.
Now try flapping your arms feel yourself leaving the ground there you go
you can now fly. Try a few loop the loops and spins see Of course you can.
Look, look over there its Pukka Simba bounds over Pukka he cries lets have an adventure. Oh yes how spiffing an idea lets set course south by east looping round Zanzibar on the way and then on to the Serengeti So off they set and arrive an hour or so before dark. We sat eating and drinking under sparkling stars. We laughed and laughed till bedtime
AT dawn we set off for the distant mountains Quickly we were above them
as we landed a mighty voice said who dares trespass here on my land
an enormous elephant rounded the corner. He told us his name was Tembo
he wanted to own a special blood red stone stolen by the pirates of Zanzibar
A haggled old witch said any one wanting the maiden of the moon must
get the pearl of beauty from the pirates for her. Wanting to help the beautiful moon maiden and Tembo they put their head together and came up with a good plan to brew a powerful potion to put them to sleep til we meet again
and we will take a break for another day
Categories:
spiffing, adventure, africa,
Form:
Imagism
Replacing old things for so many’s a snap.
An upgrade, to them, is a breeze;
But I get bogged down in a kind of a trap -
Any change brings me down to my knees.
If it works, I can live with it, though it looks frayed,
Maybe faded or just out of style
And no matter its worth, for whatever I paid,
It’s been looking its age for a while.
Yet at last I’ve decided to spiff up my space
And so little by little, I’ve started,
But saying farewell to what I might replace
Feels a bit like a friend has departed.
Categories:
spiffing, home, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
FORGIVE ME
I ask that you do forgive me, please
Judging poems is no spiffing wheeze
Needing some skills but no degrees
As reading always takes some time
Seeking syllable counts and rhyme
Few are trash or destined to be ash
Maybe haute cuisine or rice’n’peas
Some clever wording can still tease
Upon le mot juste to quickly seize
And good free verse is not a crime
Any voice is preferred over mime
If too brash, then teeth will gnash
As emotions will flow in the breeze
Some words bring me to my knees
Meaning is lost without those keys
I am older, no longer in my prime
Choosing winners is a hill to climb
Sorry no cash, but I must now dash
Categories:
spiffing, judgement, time,
Form:
Rhyme