Best Stye Poems
There was a dumb pig from Kauai
Who had a huge stye in his eye
While using a hatchet
He started to scratch it
Now the swine has an eye in his sty!
That half grown chrysanthemums/
Stirring up like accuser's.
Life is compared with what two things ?
Which do you think is the richer more revealing comparison ?
Poets use many symbols/
Geese flying south can be a symbol,
Of that of approaching winter/
Heart's symbolize love,
In this brief expanse we call life,
One may want to cry out in a revolt ?
Other's simply take in a breathe of fresh air/
Ponder that many other's that don't even care ?
We all must become united in this great cause !
Not to use this concept loosely/
Yet to humbly ponder a thought,
What do you all think tells a more detailed story ?
The poem or the picture ?
Love can grow out of a billowing cry/
Perhaps a cut nor a mere stye in the eye ?
The seventies had embarked on this journey/
Not to mention that of Timothy Leary ?
This took us to a vast opened door !
To break on through to the other side/
Lest I emplore,
Still we have every bit of reason in which to grasp/
That lattice decor to that shine on the asp,
A sweet juice filled with fine honey nectar/
The future resources,
Allow the creative poet/
To begin to explore the valley of much more !
In gaining the proper word/
Fresh out of the Autumn air !
Beseech the wooden hip and eye
To paddle off and caper.
Beseech the Maxfold cat and stye
Forlorn with hairy Gator.
Bring not thy chesticle to bear,
Thy open arms to boot.
Beseeching here and everywhere
To hear old Amos flute.
'You can but not cumcumber me!'
He gummed in chitter-chatter,
And passing water from his knee
Knew something was the matter.
Alas! Alak! A Ladybird-
A lullaby in butter.
Beseech in me the rare absurd,
Not sane, not yet a nutter.
In the blink of an eye,
and the kink of a stye,
or the filibustering sigh
of a speaker,
the clock rolls its hands
to the sounds of big bands,
as the hand of time grows weaker
Levity/ brevity merge into one, storm’s
darkening clouds; sun’s briefly shone;
We really must hurry, just don’t have
the time, for kissing and cooing, or a sweet
sixty nine.
Pull back the sheets quickly,
clothes we’ll keep on;
the missionary position, can be quite fun.
But do keep it short, best not drag it out;
the quicker we cum, the sooner we’re out!
100 wds Written for Brevity contest 7/7/15
The Scottis Generale,
Nicholas McJockstrap
Waes undefaited fu a decaid
Due to the nikkirless trap
But on thys partikul day…
Thei stud on the highelands
Withe thir kyltes flyring highe
Ase thir baggpypis pleyed
“Thes wyll gyve yu a stye in yur ey”
Thir ennemy, takin abak
By the sicht thei sawe
Thene advaunced wyth a skreyme
Saing “shou eus soum moary”
The Scottis secreet weapun
Ded nott wark
It juist creatted a frynze
Drave the ennemy berrserk
The ennemy, sailors
Adaptared thei sexeul palatiat
As thei strypped ofe thei cloath
Ty revele frokes fram a swanne laik ballatt
Thei foloued thei Captain
Byg Baud Benn
Skreyming “Kille ale the women”
“Ande raap ale the meyn”
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Translation
The Scottish General
Nicholas McJockstrap
Was undefeated for a decade
Due to his nickerless trap
But on this particular day…
They stood on the highlands
With their kilts flying high
As their bagpipes played
“This will give you a sty in your eye”
Their enemy, taken aback
By the sight they saw
Then advanced with a scream
Saying “Show us some more”
The Scottish secret weapon
Did not work
It just created a frenzy
Drove the enemy berserk
The enemy sailors
Learned to adapt their sexual palates
As they stripped off their clothes
To reveal frocks from a swan lake ballet
They followed their Captain
Big Bad Ben
Screaming “Kill all the women”
“And rape all the men.”
Who is that ambling up the lane
With woolly wherewithal?
Few would bother to explain
An aimless animal.
But that's no common woolmonkey
Seeking out the truth
Deductions elementary:
It's Sherlock Sheep, the sleuth.
Sometimes you may not know he's there
Behind cunning disguise
A woolly mind is brought to bear
In cutting through the lies
The daft sheep form you see by day
Is just another ruse
Whilst eating through a flower display
He's searching after clues
A murder in the midden
Or a stabbing by the stye
A trespasser unbidden
Or crop circles in the rye
All puzzles for the intellect
But have no fear of doubt
The woolly noggin shall detect
The sheep will work it out
He may be here, he may be there
He may be with the flock
No tell tale trace betrays just where
The sheep who's named Sherlock
But when dire duty comes to call
You'll find him there in place
A comfort to be felt by all:
The sheep is on the case
“Penned”
what happens
when it comes to this
another woman
takes your child
as her own
and red becomes
the bloody murder
penned in a pig stye,
left field left
the apple of her eye
green,
as iceberg
lettuce lies laced
salad days waisted
shredded through windows,
cold
thunderstorms
in the heart betrayed
rigour resigns against pain
the revenant
never left
resonance resides
on repeat morse
tear-streaked
reigning
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“I Hold You” / Clann
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LYRICS/ "I Hold You", Clann
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"The Handmaid's Tale", Margaret Atwood (EBOOK)
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"The Handmaid's Tale", Margaret Atwood (Seasons 1-5)
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1. maternal alienation
2. surrogacy
3. Penned
https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/penned
wasted.
waisted.
https://digital.library.adelaide.edu.au/dspace/bitstream/2440/110550/2/02whole.pdf
https://cwasu.org/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/Working-with-Maternal-Alienation.Practitioner_Resource2.pdf
come quickly
come quickly
you silly old dog
when they thought of the name,
they'd probably had thought of a creature like you-well then right on the dot
for a pig with a stick in his eye and a stye for a leg could have begged his way faster to freedom
and found more to eat in a day then you eat in a week-but you stay?
And i wonder and ponder by ponds full of water collecting my thoughts in a vase now discolored
what marvelous mischief might happen if beast were no sanction and all things with thoughts were judged solely on actions
morality then would weigh heavy with sanction and perhaps no man dines at the right of the lord
only a creature, deemed fit to absorb his observance
for now, it is begining to get very hot in this furnace
Trump Was A Stye In My Eye
Trump was a really weird type of guy;
He has become a big stye in my eye;
Sarah Huckabee,
You have to see;
They should disappear high in the sky.
Jim Horn
Utopia coming.
People of the pauper poor,
Will bow to the rich no never more,
5 billion of us all do state,
Wealth for all, ,
make no mistake,
The great leveling of the human race,
Utopia now the score,
The numbers want this fate.
People power will ensure,
Non-violence educates,
Shearing of the greedy boor,
Put piggy in his place,
In a stye where it belongs,
Cos greed is out, no trace,
A balanced human race,
Utopia foresaw....
Don Johnson
Or why should the multidude billions not want equality with the superich, corporations etc.
fire of eye doth burn the soul,
hot kisses, damning hot to hold,
melting of the burnished gold,
see it in the mind of eye,
a sissling of the eye pig stye,
a mercy killing bye n by,
all done by dentist drill,
a little touch of over-kill,
did Santa Claus come by?
inspired by Russell Sivey 'Your eyes'
Don
Love and pain
Love is pain
Its insane
Its a game
And a frame
Of my mind
And a sign
Of the time
That I feel
And its real
I cant peal
Off the seal
I cant heal
And I brake
And I wake
And I sleep
And I creep
With my feet
Its a feat
In the heat
Of the day
Its ok
But its not
And I rot
Like Im snot
On a watch
And I watch
And I think from my crotch
Its a nut that I bust
And its joy and its lust
I cant trust
But I must
And in time I'll combust
I'll explode
And erode
Then implode
Like a mime in a play
I cant hear what you say
As I lay
In my bed
In the depths of my head
And Im dead
Full of life
Full of strife
And my wife
Is the cyph
And the blunt
I'll be blunt
From the front
Of the front
To the back
Of the back
As I hack
From the smoke
And the coke
And I'm broke
As a joke
As I prod
And I poke
At my heart
With no start
And I'm falling apart
From the leasion
Its treason
With reason
The season has broke
With no hope
And no Dope
For the pin
And its sin
To live in
And to give in
To this hell
And I fell
From her spell
I cant tell
Who I am
Is it us, is it them
And it blends
Like a beam
In a dream
I got cut from the team
With no glimmer gleam
In my eye
LIke a stye
And I cry
Just one tear
Theres just one fear
Release the hasp
Pull back the mask
The key has turned
Your face to learn
Unlatch the lid
Reach down amid
What’s hidden deep
—your secret sleeps
Confront the lie
The souls new stye
Wash clean the pain
With loves refrain
Commit your faith
In God remake
The time is now
—all time is now
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Here lies Anita Dye,
A lovely social butterfly,
Who caught pink eye
And died after a bout
With a miserable stye
written March 30, 2022
We need to leave it be,
in the rich black soil of the heavens
to forever change her color scheme
that big beautiful polished gem.
It's never tasted poverty or war
had a tank rake a scar into its face
no walls, roving gangs or abortion
no endless coil of hissing hate.
If it could speak it would say:
everything you've touched is destroyed
you've never been a peaceful race
you're covered in plastic, the scat of nuclear war...
Leave me to my sea of tranquility
my soul food is endless solitude.
God made me plain so no man would ravish me
but mankind sure tried but all in vain
please stay where you are
chained to your island of self pleasure and pain.
Stay on your own side of the horizon, I'll stay on mine
I'm a thoughtful loner, you're self centered socialite
clean up your earth, air, water ...(our) sky
stop turning heavenly perfection into your stye
respect me-I'm your brother
be a rose in the eyes of the creator's dream
not a snake impaled on the hiss of its greed.