Best Strictly Poems
If the POTUS needs big ballroom -
perhaps he should speak to his tailor!
First there was the glamorized Birdman of Alcatraz
While in the White House lived Lady Bird and Lucy Bird
Sesame Street, of course, brought us all Big Bird
The world of sports has given us a birds-eye view of
Larry Bird, Mark 'the Bird' Fydrich, not to mention
Birdie Tebbetts… We're used to 'watching the birdie'
in golf too, and even -- alarmingly enough --
Did you just hear a cuckoo?
We all know that the early bird gets the worm
~ But really, who wants a worm?
1. Short beautiful minutes in this bar stack
my body rhythms, felt in the next block
on senses, the salad energizes
my inner pricks, in need of a tincture
forget the menu, she’s my bill of fair.
pretty damsel I know it’s a first date
since the beginning, I have kept the wait
my anger is dead even if you’re late
my creative plans have been well creamed by fate
let our desires act like close mates.
2. Gulping her exhibition so flashy
as my loose mind wrong-foot her emotions
the will to know what’s next unhooks its heat
after the drinks should be seamless kisses
my advances she bans as licentious
we can make this dinner more than a date
modesty and formality should wait
so let’s tarry my dear till it is late
and follow the new script written by fate
as this proudly puts me above my mates.
3. Her senses electrify in doubles
she’s giving me wrong headed reactions
as they gang up to be monolithic
on this feeling, acting the pied piper
first time chilling needs no alacrity.
She makes it so sexy, what’s today’s date?
history colours itself, time cannot wait
everything is in check, we can’t be late
this could be destiny or our fate
b’cos our hearts are becoming mates.
4. Her decency spanks my curiosity
suppressing my full light to a dip switch
this attitude attracts strong reprisal
the hope for next meeting reinforces
but the after-play still non-existent.
It isn’t a crime to extend this date
it’s just the first stage sir, she said let’s wait
I like the morals, the timing is late
one person alone cannot decide our fate
she still chose the movies and not to mate.
Bridge x 4
The first, the tenth, what difference does it make?
That probability, the mind takes
your ‘No’ surely makes this dinner seem fake.
Chorus
Pretty damsel I know it’s a first date
since the beginning, I have kept the wait
my anger is dead even if you’re late
my creative plans have been well creamed by fate
let our desires act like close mates.
Chorus
It isn’t a crime to extend this date
it’s just the first stage sir, she said let’s wait
I like the morals, the timing is late
one person alone cannot decide our fate
she still chose the movies and not to mate.
Business or pleasure, would you choose,
or a combination of the two?
And who decides to pay the price...
in search for treasure, beyond measure?
Would acquaintance last in time,
held together by a thread of gold,
weave a dream for the maker to behold.
Or shall these seeds be scattered...
to the wind?
What is worth the price to pay,
strictly speaking, one hour of the day,
an acquaintance that would prove,
a mere business proposition?
Who comes back to pay this price,
one hour of time, the sacrifice,
when all is striving after wind...
and who keeps running?
Does thy power of beauty measure,
become thy source of hidden treasure,
which consoles the heart
in time?
Does the victim of dream,
capture beauty of a scheme?
Delilah's lot becomes a theme...
Sampson was also tormented!
~ CONFUSED MALE CANARY ~
There once was a confused male canary
Who fancied himself a real cute faerie
He found a male friend
Peered in his rear end
Pulled out a note: "Hi, My name's Mary."
~ POOR KITTEN NAMED **** ~
Sue took in a poor kitten she named ****
Showed her a reefer, some really good stuff
**** whipped out a badge
Inscribed with this adage
You were busted when you took your first puff
Bejeweled
Like moonlight in a rain drop
Glittering
Like a golden Christmas garland
Breathless
Like the first strike of Cupid's arrow
Faultless
Polished pedestrian perfection
Dancefloor
Diligence delivers determined duos
Paused.
Stunned. Silence. No-one breathes..
Acclaim!
Applause like a stampede of wild palms
Rapture
Of recognition requiring a hopeful return
Critique
Clamouring critical comments
Ascension
The holy grail of stairway stardom
Adulation
Anticipation of achievement assessment
Awaits..
The scores are in.
"Come over here guys...
What a spectacular performance!
Were the judges as impressed?
I think there's a very good chance..."
"My darling, that was FAB-U-LOUS!
It had elegance. It had style."
"That was so so beautiful!
It made everybody smile!"
"Well, that routine was off the charts!
I'm speechless once again..."
"Look! Craig's dusting off the cobwebs
And he's whipping out his TEN!"
"Well done guys, head up to Claud,
Where you'll find out where your scores
Will put you on the leaderboard...
And there is still applause!"
"Wow! That was incredible!
How did it feel?"
"Like it wasn't really me out there...
It was so surreal!"
"My partner has been amazing,
Working every possible hour in."
"Fingers crossed. We're rooting for you!"
"The judges scores are in.
Craig Revel Horwood"
"............. Ten."
"Motsi Mabuse"
"It's a ten!"
"Shirley Ballas"
"It's never too early
For a TEN from Shirley!"
"Anton Du Beke"
"It was brilliant! Ten!"
"That's the highest score
Of the series so far...
You've smashed it! Well done!
You truly are a star!
If this couple was your favourite
Then make next week a yes.
Voting opens at the end
Of tonight's show. Tess!"
Written 22nd November 2022
For the "Dialogue Proficiency Contest"
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
A flatulent dancer named Mel
would discharge a terrible smell
She’d toot through the tango
the waltz and fandango
Her dance partner’s life was sheer hell!
Limerick Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
7/16/18
Yes I got the words, adjitives and verbs
I'll eat you like some Nerds, then flutter like a bird
Curse your name out loud, gonna need a dictionary to
Figure me out, scoop you like dip
Sink you in a ship, guess I'll end it like this
You just got dissed, cause you aint write this...
Ranks Are This High,
Just Like Banks That Sigh,
Clouds That Overflow,
Mights That Thunder,
Heights That Daze,
Depths Of Deep Passion..
That Caught All Including Your Slobbery Gaze.
Winds A-Rolling,
Clouds A-Calling,
Like Minds A-Floating,
Deep Sights Of The Morrow A-Coming,
Palm Covered Beaches A-Charming,
Your Beauty and Grace So Soul Warming,
Sweet Trust and Understanding..
Making Heated Sand Dunes,A-chilling..
The Flaming Sea Breeze In Your Sweet Smelling Hair..Oh! What an Harmonius
Bliss..
Pray For Thy Right Prince..
Good Men..Full Of Salient Thinkings..
Beware Of These Ranks Of Men..
Men That Blink,
Must Twitch,
Not Reliable..Always A Flinch,
Men That Bewitch..Must Stink,
My Sweet Belles Beware Of Evil Men..
That Fiery Heat Of True Passion and What It
Revealed To The Soul Of Man..
Do Think A-While.
Strictly Forbidden
Have been writing poems and then waited
For your poets to soon become infatuated
With all of my poems each and every one
I will post to Poetry Soup when are done.
At first poems weren't completely perfected
Waiting for by Poetry Soupers to be bisected
Then super pooper dupers they then became
And you as well and also can do the same.
Like a moron to other poets this may sound
Was up in air until feet finally hit the ground
So I started writing poems page after page
Invented rhyming haiku which is latest rage.
If rules are to be broken I did to them all
Never beat around bush or plane start to stall
Took right off and ended up in the fast lane
Had them check for cholesterol in each vein.
Your attention now was in complete control
And something crept by causing a big toll
Wrote more poems with misguided magic wand
To others absurd comments had to respond.
With sure-fired Poetry Soupers I did consult
Another Poem of the Day was final result
Somewhere in haiku rules they say is hidden
One saying rhyming haiku is strictly forbidden.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran, Poet and Haikuer
Wait until uou see what spell check
did to my haoikuer.
Just look for the stars and count them
If they are many,
That’s how countless and endless ma love is to you
If they are few,
That’s how rare my kind of love could be
If there are two,
That’s me and you
If there is one,
You are my only love
If there is none,
Then so is my love,
Second to none…
You are my all in all…
I love you!
YOU thought god had changed
given his son to forgive us all
no god is still violently destroying mankind
abusing our tiny souls with his power
we are operating on strictly BC frequencies
babylon shall fall
i cannot see the point of it all
Craig
If you can just remember darling
That if I find your dance alarming,
I'll appear to be mean.
I'll be booed on the scene!
Craig Revel Horwood can be charming.
Motsi
I'm Motsi Mabuse. I love this show!
Watching the dances gives me a warm glow.
As yet, no front runner.
Each dance is a stunner!
Anybody can win! Who? I don't know!
Shirley
My role in Strictly is just my scene!
I'm known as " The Latin Queen "
I want to see some sass
With a bit of class.
And I love a romantic theme.
Anton
I'm the new judge, Anton Du Beke.
For you to keep your skills in check,
Just follow the swing
Of the " Ballroom King "
And you'll receive high praise on spec!
All I want to do is mess around with you no lovey dovey moments that would just make me
sick.
No walking home together, no holding hands, the kissing is strictly done in a staircase.
All I want to do is mess around with you this isn't a date it isn't that serious.
If your not playing any games with me than hurry up this isn't the real thing.
I don't need it nice and easy... you don't even have to say hi when you see me.
All I want to do is mess around with you, feel your abs... lift your shirt and a maybe a little
more.
But that doesn't imply that I want you to be my guy and write letters to each other and fight like
we really love one another.
It would be rule free, no restrictions, like a friend with benifits I just won't be your friend.
All I want to do is mess around with you, I want nothing to do with commitment you hear.
Your a player so this should be music to your ears, I just want to feel your energy.
Waste some of it with me.
All I want to do is mess around with you... don't get any ideas it's just fun.
Cause personally your just a physical thing to me... I can't stand the inside it's all about the
outside for me.
All I want to do is mess around with you... but you don't seem to understand this because last
time we kissed you said the four words I forbidded " I love you".
Is it weird that I might feel something for you?
Is it strange that I might like you more than I admit?