Best Stricter Poems
Dear 2024,
I hope this poetic vow
wouldn’t be shunned,
as I block negativity
from my phone,
like my bitter exes.
And forgive my sense
of humor that
resembles sour grapes,
like a dash of salt
and pepper sprinkled
on top of old drapes.
Perhaps, as this
year bids adieu,
I’ll find the right
ingredient to concoct
sparkling wine infused
with giggles that
age like
chucklesome limericks,
as I fine-tune the
empty spaces
of my scribbled
pages with hilarity.
I’ll learn to laugh a
little louder and hope
the ebb of every
comical tale can flow.
Maybe a stricter
chocolate diet would
help me see the
sweeter side of
powdered comedians,
sharpening my wit
as endorphins enhance
my ability to spot
the depth of puns
punctuated
with bizarre tones.
And as December rain
drizzles in symphony
of the darkness
my quill flaunts,
pardon these
peculiar metaphors,
I’ll raise a glass
of crocodile tears,
a toast for
more concise poetry,
and faces I’ve phased,
that I’ll no longer
vent about in vain verses.
Cheers to the
festival lights
on wheel of laughter,
may the florescence
forever flicker as
souvenirs of amusement.
I’ll dance into the
rising sun of a new year,
in an odyssey adorned
with shimmering dreams
embalmed in
tickling mint leaves.
The Christmas when Santa got Fat
Kris Kringle rubbed his belly; he was feeling really hungry indeed
Mrs Claus had put him on a diet of what he felt was chicken feed
Brussel Sprouts and Lima Beans and lots of Spinach Green
Life’s unfair when you’re Santa Claus and still your wife is mean.
So what if he‘d piled on the pounds and his belly was very round
He could surely fit down any chimney without the slightest sound
Oh well he thought its Christmas eve , children would put out some snacks
Milk, Cookies and Candy Cane would put his tummy back on track.
He got into his silver sleigh and heaved a mighty sigh
Rudolph, , Prancer and Vixen waved to Mrs. Claus goodbye
He was really very hungry the clouds had begun to look like food
Then again if he asked his reindeers, they would be so very rude
They all agreed with Mrs. Claus, Santa was rounder in his seat
They hadn’t even let him carry his goodie bag of sweets
The last place on his list was the house of Jill and Joe
Aha he fit down the chimney and he heaved a mighty ho
He placed the doll and toy train right underneath the tree
He saw the milk and cookies and rubbed his hands in glee
He ate and ate the yummy snacks till his pants felt very tight
Cheerful now he began to feel Christmas Eve was a jolly good night
They he tried to climb up the chimney but heavens he couldn’t get back
He wriggled and squirmed but had to agree his middle was very fat
Rudolph, Prancer , Vixen he very softly called
You’ll have to pull get me out of here I can’t seem to move at all
The reindeers whinnied suspiciously what Santa felt was a nasty laugh
He now agreed sheepishly why his food had been cut down to half
They heaved and with a mighty yell, Santa came flying out
It was a good thing it was still midnight for no one had heard him shout
When they reached back home the reindeers gleefully recounted the tale
When he saw Mrs. Claus’ angry face, he began to get very pale
But when she gave her sweet belly laugh, Santa heaved a sigh of relief
It’s a good thing they got you out my dear before they thought you were a thief!
It’s a stricter diet for you this year before you revisit Jane and Joe
Or else instead of the chimney, you will have to ask to use the door!.
I created one type of writing in the form of a prose and a poem combined. Very similar to the Japanese version of a Haibun, only that in this type of writing I need not to set a standard of making the poem appear or sound only as haiku. One to three lines or even up to ten lines in a stanza (rhymed or unrhymed) as a poem, before or after the prose (flash story or anecdote of your interest) will do. Any form of poetry can be combined or added in or within the prose itself. I call it "Prosebite."
The prose need not to be too short nor too long, so long as the readers can comprehend the kernel or message of the prosebite.
A bite of any form of poetry and a chunk of writing in prose.
A combination of two or three (or even four) different forms of poetry can also be considered as prosebite. It is your way of expressing yourself. Your perspective matters.
Prosebite is what you write
In form of a poem-piece anywhere.
With a prose somewhere,
With or without too many rhymes to kite.
No numbering or syllabication in lines
No stricter rules to follow between the lines.
Structure is what you do in a prosebite
Create and innovate your own bite.
Hailed haiku and haibun, we conformed
The way structures were formed.
We followed standards and rules as known
But somehow we can create our own.
(Prosebite)
Someone asked me once what exactly is it that separates us from the socially elite or the ruling class,
and the answer she said would require real thought and that until I answered I could not pass.
It also could not pertain to a wise saying people use in passing or a notion or a clever line to sum it all up or cynically encompass it all,
but that the answer had to be definitive, direct and pertain to the actual tool used for this segregation or mildly put separation and that seeing the answer and knowing where very different but finally with the answer I must still stand tall.
Would it be crazy that the answer or name could be considered a real State or more over applicably characterized as the the 51st State but the main one of the many exceptions that comprise this State and many more like exemptions in that State is that it has no boundaries and no border,
And in politics demands for a strict criminal justice system by this socially elite especially in relation to violent and property crime as they described and through stricter criminal penalties against the have not's and then the have not's treated as depraved is this real definition of law and order.
So after very deep unbiased and original thought and after seeing all that's going on from Dallas and even many other country's and even far away in Nice
I believed that now I know the answer and I said to her "Police".
She let me pass....
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This is a fourteen point check list
For when you buy a car
First question you should ask
Does it have full service history or part
The next important question
Has the Cam belt ever been changed
And do you have any receipts
To show me when it was arranged
Check for codes and errors
Held in the ECU
It may be clean and tidy
But they might be hiding a few
Now check that clutch
For usual wear and tear
Is it riding at the top
If so you should be aware
Check the oil, fuel and water
For any kind of leaks
Cause this could cost more money
And leave your pockets empty
Check all the fluid levels
Make sure there all topped up
It’s a sign that it’s been looked after
By the seller you’re buying it off
An early head gasket failure
Could cost more than the car is worth
So open up that oil cap
And check for creamy stuff
Listen to that engine
Make sure there’s no strange tunes
Check that steering properly
The brakes and all the tubes
Listen for failed wheel bearings
You will hear a whirling noise
If one of these is wearing
It aggravates and annoys
Check for too much smoke
And the exhaust while you can
Because MOT emissions
Are getting stricter with their plans
Have a visual check of course
Of the outside of the motor
Last but least test all the lights
And never let them chauffeur
Take a friend or mechanic
And look for signs of damage
Be wise and look up a guiding price
Make sure the vehicles within those sights
Hpi check is always satisfation
It may cost you a little more
But its very instant action
© Copyright KC.Leake
2nd October 2015
All rights Reserved
Down With Bad Stuff
By Elton Camp
All things bad I firmly oppose
To ban them all, I do propose
This would be a finer place
If evil we didn’t have to face
Bigger prisons we should build
With the wrongdoers to be filled
Even taxes could be reduced
If stricter laws were introduced
Good morals we should dictate
Offenders meet a most stern fate
Perverted sex must be forbidden
Whether it’s open or it’s hidden
Those who error dare to advocate
Severely fine before it’s too late
Earth could become a paradise
If folks were forced to act nice
Who’d decide right from wrong?
To me, such authority would belong
Question my fitness for the position
And expect a very quick disposition
We must put an end
To women and child abuse
From our societies
By enforcing stricter laws
And creating awareness
Firearm fantasies
Guns should never be a matter of right
Firearms are not fun in psychopath’s hands
Lax gun control laws tragedies invite
Mentally deranged are there in all lands
Who knows when one of them decides to kill
Firearms are not fun in psychopath’s hands
Crazy ones may look like men of goodwill
Wrong is the view that firearms make life safe
Who knows when one of them decides to kill.
Make stricter gun control laws that do chafe
Only the deserving ones should own guns
Wrong is the view that firearms make life safe.
One in ten thousand may need to own one
The government needs to fearlessly act
Only the deserving ones should own guns.
Deal with the issue with resolve and tact
Guns should never be a matter of right
The government needs to fearlessly act
Lax gun control laws tragedies invite.
Fantasy mine
Issue real for all
Obama’s dilemma?
Ps: Written just after the killing of 26 people, including 20 small children in a school in Newtown, Connecticut, US, by a gunman . Attention is also invited to my poem ‘Firearm fatalities’ posted in Aug after the Wisconsin incident.
17/Dec/12
S. Jagathsimhan Nair
Entered in SKAT's contest on 14 Jun 13.
Innocent lives are taken away
Innocent lives are treated like prey.
Except this prey is not killed to be food
This prey is not supposed to be chewed,
It is killed simply because someone has a feud.
A feud within themselves, a feud that doesn't
make much sense.
This is the sad reality we live in today.
People killing to make a statement,
People willing to go that far.
Make others hurt, get blood on their shirts
Instead of speaking with words.
I suppose it is easier if you have a gun
Aim, shoot and get it done.
We need stricter rules
Unless you want more schools,
ending up in sorrow.
Tears dripping down the cheeks,
People not being able to scream.
Another week has gone by
and fourteen students had to die.
Maybe it's hard to imagine,
But if you were in the same situation,
you would be furious at the nation.
For letting something so scandalous happen.
For letting your loved ones go too soon,
an early Monday morning in June.
When the well-rested rooster woke up at noon, he found himself in the lap
of a gorgeous boy and he was telling his mom with urgency,
"I want this rooster, he can keep the lonely and moody parrot company!"
And staring at him," It's a rooster, not a pet!" she exclaimed.
Mothers always try to please their kids, and sometimes they really spoil them,
not according to their customs and beliefs, controversially fathers are stricter than them;
"I'll take care of him and soon he'll be living in our ranch home" he promised...
and continuing,"From now on, his name will be Harbor: the lovely place where I found him!"
The gentle boy kept his promise and Harbor became part of the family,
and the talkative parrot taught him to say the exact words he said;
and months went by, but nobody knew that he could speak so humanly,
and how did they find out that Harbor was smarter than an ordinary bird?
They overheard him in a challenging conversation about finding a perfect mate,
in the shortest time and the shrewd parrot thought he surely would have been the winner,
but to his surprise, Harbor used his accumulated wisdom and searched the nearby farm,
where chicks were bred and then put in perforated carboard crates on a freighter.
Harbor looked around and didn't really like any of the chicks he saw,
and was he about to give up on his search? Suddenly not! He trotted past the noisy farm,
and to his bewilderment, he spotted a young chicken on the grass below...
and gallantly approached her, and with a chat started a romantic affair by keeping her warm.
Harbor and the young chick clicked and they quickly were talking about marriage,
lots of baby chicks to feed: the ultimate dream of two domesticated birds;
at first, the upset boy wasn't too happy about their agreement, and exploded in rage,
but realizing what was best for Harbor, he finally gave him his blessings.
On the same farm the newly-wed live, and have big plans for a large family;
one more thing, if curious folks decide to visit them anytime soon, they need a reservation.
They will show them around with their fowl hospitality, but rule out temptation;
none of them will end up on their plates for the next Holidays or any other special festivity!
Before I'm another day older,
I'm gonna get shot in the shoulder.
In movies and shows,
the protagonist knows,
it's how to get Hilda and hold her.
From Gene Autry to Scully and Mulder,
the good guys aren't turned on by gold, or
political power:
come the end of the hour,
they want to get shot in the shoulder.
In Buffalo, Boise or Boulder,
each player, or stacker or folder
will promise you flat
if you wear a white hat,
you're gonna get shot in the shoulder.
The girl may be Gertrude or Golda:
you're ready to melt her and mold her?
The best thing to do
when the baddies ride through,
is get yourself shot in the shoulder.
There's no formula stricter or colder:
the eye of the movie beholder
requires of the star,
when he enters that bar,
that he has to get shot in the shoulder.
When I met Grace Kelly, I told her
(or let's say I gently cajoled her):
"if you're leaving at noon,
then I don't need a wound!"
But I bled. That's right, lead. In the shoulder!
For President Run
Better things will be
And go down in history
In home of the free.
Things will have improved
A great message have behooved
We like to have viewed.
Greatest when charming
And never will be harming
Or also alarming.
For President run
When over and after done
Surely will have one.
James Stricter Predictor Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
(1/18/13)
gone are the mom and pop stores that i once knew
candy stores , malt shops,newspaper and magazine stands too.
life was so much simpler then, you knew your neighbors
and had a lot of friends.
schools were for learning, and where kids could go to play
now you don't see that on any given day.
teachers and adults were respected and a sense of pride in the air
" now a days no one seems to care".
they are trying to pass a stricter gun law
because of what happened at SANDY HOOK
but that won't happen, because we have too many POLITICAL crooks.
twenty little angels were taken away that day
and six adult educators who got in the gun mans way.
now i'm not against the second amendment
i think it's our given right , but when it comes
to "ASSAULT Weapons"
the public should start to fight.
the public don't need " assault weapons"
we must take them off the streets
these are weapons of mass destruction
being sold through "political corruption"
while children lay dead at our feet.
i think the publics "outrage" should be heard loud and clear
maybe then - it'll create political fear.
(C) L . RAMS
The slightly less inhibited define
of movement from a ballet shoe's advance
on well preserved aquaintance of align
right angles to the point, of stricter dance.
Advising on fine posture to the foot,
for growth of one's device leaves equalness
abruptly to the parallels firmly put
the measure far superior to possess.
The soft but subtle lure of strengthened toes,
dispels the languid gift from having shaped
what least suspecting aggravate bestows
an emphasis designed where toes are draped.
With mythical awareness softly drawn,
indulged by heaven sent and lightly frail
and having been this monumental pawn
to having one perform that fairytale.
A ballet shoe has soflty velvet holds,
to which the firmly fitted escapade
has much to be desired and feather folds
increase the likelihood of masquerade.
In death the dying swan has danced her last
intrepid fear from life's long finery,
quintessence, the sublime and imagery
for ballet shoes desire the bourgeoisie.
Gun control measures fall on the GOP’s deaf ears
As a hue and cry goes up for stricter gun legislation,
Right-wing-leaning politicians have their NRA fears.
I suspect we’ll see in the Congress great hesitation
In the end, a failure to respond to the public demands,
As a hue and cry goes up for stricter gun legislation.
In the halls of Congress, it seems no one understands,
Token nods will be made, but nothing substantial done
In the end, a sick failure to respond to public demands.
Except for the gun lobbyists, no victories will be won
They will have paid for public policy going their way,
Token nods will be made, but nothing substantial done.
We anticipate another school shooting almost any day
They know in time another school shooting will occur
They will have paid for public policy going their way.
(Let’s not let the next election ballot be merely a paper
Vote out any politician who blocks a gun control law
They know in time another school shooting will occur.)
Let’s not let hypocritical politicians, righteous to a flaw,
[Let] gun control measures fall on the GOP’s deaf ears,
Vote out any politician who blocks a gun control law
Right-wing-leaning politicians have their NRA fears.
Written May 29, 2022
[In memory of the victims of the
Uvalde, Texas school massacre, modified
with an additional stanza calling for
positive gun control action.]