Best Spiffy Poems
Human hunters with spiffy new clothes
Driving jeeps, yelling obscenities,
Blowing their inflated egos up with puff
Their guns are huge, angry, and mean.
I run from them but I cannot get far.
BAM! They murder me in front of my child.
Who will take care of him now?
I do not die quickly, so they knife me.
Over and over; I feel their rage.
They must hate elephants, I think.
Not realizing all they want is my tusk.
I see my young calf looking at me.
He does not understand.
I am a butterfly now, heading toward the rainbow bridge.
I expect him to follow but they do not kill him right away.
His ivory is not big enough yet.
Soon I think.
Categories:
spiffy, animal,
Form:
Personification
Sure signs of a spiffy winner..
Refusing to be one of the crowd!
With thoughts so rich, not thinner.
He shouts his independence out loud!
The sheep, afraid, head for the hills..
Huddling and comforting each other.
While the outrageous one, sees their ills.
Never once, willing to mirror another!
9/22/2022
~1~
Categories:
spiffy, character, courage, encouraging, endurance,
Form:
Rhyme
I bought a new pillow
But you may behold,
In back of my closet,
Where I hid the old.
My chair pads were faded;
I purchased a set.
Did I ditch the first ones?
I haven't quite yet.
My glasses, old-fashioned,
Looked blah on my face.
My new ones sit next to
The old model's case.
Replacements look spiffy,
But part of the deal
Is chucking the old stuff
That's lost its appeal.
If I beat my spouse
To the Grim Reaper's door,
Tossing my pre-replacements
Will be his first chore.
Categories:
spiffy, me,
Form:
Rhyme
To prove we haven’t given up,
We order things online
Since objects meant for future use
Imply that we are fine.
A sweet dessert, a case of beer
Or scotch or gin or wine
Can elevate our kitchen meals
To ones at which we dine.
Some nitrile gloves, a spiffy mask
Of chic and cool design
Remind us that to safety
While in style we can incline.
A buzzing insect’s gotten in?
To Amazon, assign
The sending of a swatter
So that fly will toe the line.
For every penny that we spend
Is proof that we still pine
For a future that our purchases
May somehow thus define.
Categories:
spiffy, future,
Form:
Rhyme
My good friend Cletus looked mighty spiffy in his new attire.
New suit, shoes, shirt and tie - he was ready to set the world afire
He asked me what I thought about his new duds but I hadn't the heart to say,
That I had donated his entire ensemble to Goodwill just the other day!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
spiffy, clothes, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
I may be all wet, but I sure ain't no bluenose!
And, while it's none of my beeswax,
Let's have a bull session-lesson !
Take a gander around, and tell the guy with the cheaters
I'll give him an ear-full, if he'll just hang around
There's a gatecrasher here..., I heard, on the level
He's zozzled on hooch, a big lollygagger!
He staggered in blotto, with a ciggy on his lips
Sipping on bootleg, and lookin' for whoopee!
He's the fall guy, (I've heard), for a weird, double cross
Here comes the hoofer, the one with the gams
That vamp is a pushover, a gun- moll, man chaser
A real hotsy-totsy!, she dresses real spiffy
Her toy is a shiv, she's the Jane, Real McCoy,
makes a sap out of guys, who carry a torch
Bumps them off, on their own front porch !
And that's the "Big Cheese", who runs the speakeasy
He thinks he's high hat, but is full of baloney
He gives all the dames, the real "heebie-jeebies"
Just a poor drug-store cowboy... filled with nothin' but hooey
Hard-boiled. they come, gold-diggers and hoods
I've been beating my gums, and I'm dying of thirst
This is the berries, been the real bees knees!
Oh, it has been swell, while chewing the fat!
But, facts are the facts, on the up and up
Well, bye, Buttercup,......the jig is up
I'm serious Sam, in a serious jam
The truth of the matter is, that I'm on the lam
You don't know for nothin', stay out of a pickle !...
Remember my friend, don't take wooden nickels !!
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For Deb's Contest: Talk The Talk, Walk The Walk (1920's Slang)
6/14/15
Categories:
spiffy, funny, people, drug,
Form:
Free verse
dang,
grandma was a real hubba bubba-
killer-diller
khaki wacky boycrazygirl
a spiffy hot damn hoofer
during the dark hours of WWII
and the devastation
followed with
unrestrainedjubibilation
beat me daddy eight to the bar
grandma was a real hubba bubba-
franksinatracrooner
singing grandma put on her stompers
she was a babydoll soppysappysharp
a spiffy hot damn hoofer
worked in a factory
building partsforairplanes for the boys
no siree bob she was not giving up her job
she had
dreams
a white picket fence
in the
boondocks
grandma was-
a spiffy
hot damn
hoofer
no gobbledygook she told great stories
of what it was like
after the war forthetroops and all
pin-up girls like Marilyn Munroe
Elvis
Roy Orbison
Jerry Lee Lewis
drive-ins
fancy wheels ovaltine
casablanca goingmyway its a wonderful life
for whom the bell tolls earnesthemmingway
it was a time of attitude
no fuddy-duddy she had the gams
met grandpa doingtheswing
they had no lettuce moolah greenbacks
but they
were over the top
stuck on glued
bonkers in love oh grandma had
no fear of saying hi-de-ho
he said hey sugar are you rationed
dang
grandma was a real hubba bubba-
killer-diller
kacky wacky boycrazygirl
take a gander withyourpeepers
at this thingamabob poem
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June 2, 2015
Free Verse
Inspired by the slang of the 1940's
For the contest, Talk the Talk and Walk the Walk, sponsor, Debbie Guzzi
First Place
Categories:
spiffy, grandparents, history, word play,
Form:
Free verse
Talk the Talk and Walk the Walk
Know Your Onions
Hey there Big Cheese
I think you are the bee’s knees
Not a bluenose or a flat tire,
But, ooh hardboiled & too Oliver Twist to resist
Let us skip the youths' rub & head far removed from the petting pantry
Share a jorum of skee at the local speakeasy
Now we are on the trolley!
Let us slowly ankle to the joint
I’m a copasetic-bearcat
Watch my gams, catch my point?
Oh hepcat I’ll get your handcuff or
This darb Sheba’s bank is closed for someone else
Butt me, you spiffy sheik
Cuz I’m stuck on you bimbo
Unleash
Know your onions & manacle this
Choice bit of calico,
You know you can’t resist
Then and then only will you wield me to your struggle buggy and
We’ll be jake!
The cat's pajamas!!
Berries!
Sunshine Williams
1920’s Slang
Categories:
spiffy, boyfriend, cool, funny, history,
Form:
Free verse
Colepatra kissed and shrunk me down to microscopic size
please believe this phenomena cuz these lips refrain from lies
metamorphosis transformed mine human manly guise
while strolling one spring day me vision turned to compound eyes
unfettered vesicles uttered pleasant shrieks and cries
Chorus:
she danced with a feverish spring and stepped as if in the air
no worries existed for whose well being she did care
with eyes of sparkling emeralds with a shimmering flair
amber waves brought serenity from her flowing glistening hair
attracting like a magnet every person she that came near
spreading infectious contagion of happiness every where!
tossed out the fashion boutique on a cushion squarely led
this lady in red
with her snug outfit against her slim body did wed
pizzazz and personality that bred
this well healed nanny with high street cred
made sure charges looked spiffy and well fed
chorus:
she danced with a feverish spring and stepped as if in the air
no worries existed for whose well being she did care
with eyes of sparkling emeralds with a shimmering flair
amber waves brought serenity from her flowing glistening hair
attracting like a magnet every person she that came near
spreading infectious contagion of happiness every where!
atop shoulders bounced a well coiffed and adorable head
drawing followers wherever she led
and listened to her sexy voice no matter what she said
chorus:
she danced with a feverish spring and stepped as if in the air
no worries existed for whose well being she did care
with eyes of sparkling emeralds with a shimmering flair
amber waves brought serenity from her flowing glistening hair
attracting like a magnet every person she that came near
spreading infectious contagion of happiness every where!
Categories:
spiffy, angel, beautiful, dance, magic,
Form:
Ballad
Written By: D. Collins 5/17/18
Pro football comes on at 10:00 in the morning.
Game two starts at 1 in California.
Then, around 4 head out to Venice Beach.
To feel the sunset and sand under your feet.
You can bask in the sun for several hours.
Then. take PCH north towards Big Sur waters.
You'll see mountains and cliffs like you've never seen.
A drop-off to the ocean that'll make a grown man scream.
Then, you come around this curve, and there's Malibu.
Where the lines in the street are all spiffy and new.
You can roll up the coast, and peep Alcatraz.
Across the "Golden Gate" is where "Warriors" kick ass.
It ain't even a trip without the Redwood Trees.
Towering figures that cause us to live and breathe.
I've had the road trip, and I know what's there.
California's seduction is like a lion's lair.
Categories:
spiffy, america, beautiful,
Form:
Sonnet
A wealthy old man in his fifties,
Loved a young girl he thought was just nifty.
His friends didn't like her.
They called her a piker.
But the old man said she was just spiffy.
He wished to marry the fraulein.
Asked his friends, "Do you think she'll be mine?"
I have plenty of money,
And she's such a honey.
Oh sure! Tell her you're 99.
Categories:
spiffy, love hurts,
Form:
Limerick
Ralph had been a happy pup
running and jumping and playing
Greeting our family with affectionate licks
eagerly learning a barrelful of tricks
Then one day, Ralph went kerplop
his doggy motor just plain stopped
Only four years old, he decided 'life's over'
farewell to days chasing bees in the clover
Eating and sleeping, our Ralph waxed fat
No one knew where his poor head was at
Then we found him a 'Rhoda,' and in a jiffy
Ralph came alive again, decked out and spiffy
Now Ralph and Rhoda have six pups of their own ~
'Cos there's more to a dog's life than fetching a bone
Categories:
spiffy, dog, happy, sad,
Form:
Narrative
~she’s provocative
my valentine, selection
passion of love pose
~valentine spiffy
like a new money she glows
nature’s natural
~infatuating
no snooty rowdy beauty
nor melancholy
For and in Honor of Linda-Marie
The Sweetheart of P.S.
Special Sentimental Senyru
Categories:
spiffy, romance
Form:
Senryu
SENIOR MOMENTS
In our lives, there comes a time
When we find that we're past our prime
Even though we're no spring chicken
We're glad to be alive and kickin'
Maybe our hair is thin and gray
But it doesn't have to stay that way
There's Loreal and Miss Clairol
And Grecian Formula, and that's not all
We can get a toupee or maybe a wig
And look spiffy enough to dance a jig
We could all dress up in our finest clothes
And strike a dashing handsome pose
We can sit and dream of days gone by
Recalling when we were young and spry
We say with a nod, a wink, and a grin
I wish it could be that way again
But we're soon snapped back to reality
And begin to long for eternity
Realizing that God in His infinite plan
Made a provision for woman and man
So let's not dwell on bygone days
And wish again for those primitive ways
Let's thank the Lord for the here and now
And what we earned by the sweat of our brow
Then in that land beyond the sun
He can say to all of us, “well done”
We'll be ushered in and take a seat
To worship forever at Jesus' feet
Curtis Moorman
May 2005
Categories:
spiffy, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
The Masque
By Rick Rucker
I go about my daily task,
Covered by my spiffy mask,
I ride Silver into town,
To save those, trodden down,
Accompanied, as I am, by Tonto,
I must get the bad guys, pronto!
It would seem to be my Fate,
To clean up a town in half an hour, never late!
I wear the mask, not as a disguise,
It helps accentuate my eyes,
I should really ride my horse side saddle,
But it would be awkward going into battle!
Next, I am thinking of adding, to my mask, some lace,
I think it would help to frame my face!
I never stay in one place,
Quickly, out of town we race,
I am thinking of growing a mullet,
So much less expensive a memory than a silver bullet!
As we ride out, past the church and steeple,
I think I will join The Village People!
Categories:
spiffy, funnysilver,
Form:
Couplet