Best Tried And True Poems
This is a myth
About the Hobabobaknox
A fiery dreadful creature
That was never seen or caught
So how is it I know?
Is it true or just a thought
If it was never seen
How can this story be bought...?
Unlike the Jabberwocky, the Hobabobaknox
Was very good at staying hidden
You see, it understood a lot
Human races where forbidden
And it knew if it was caught
It would be killed and ridden
So it just stayed still in its spot
However, the creature had to eat
So it planned its hunt with caution
In the still of the night
It would lurk out of its common
Waiting for one to view him
Then it would throw them in its cauldron
It was spineless like a snake
Winged like the hawk
Eyes in front and back
And tails, long like bean-stalks
Its color was quite a marvel
When you see it, you will shock
It will fill you up with terror
It can cause your legs to lock
Only one can tell the tale
Only one was tried and true
One night while fast asleep
I saw its color Ru
I survived the Hobabobaknox
In a dream I shared with you
-Miranda Lambert-
*Rhyme
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Prone to bloviation pure and simple
rides on figurative high horse,
which doubles up as my Plymouth Duster
analogous to General George Armstrong Custer
(blowing his i.e. mine little big horn)
anonymous readers I unwittingly fluster
poetic patina an artificial, superficial,
yet beneficial ego boosting luster
one mister re: man can muster.
I (no surprise) become
self absorbed with my own palaver drum
ming across the screen written from
me, (an average happy go lucky)
goose stepping honk
king Crimson and clover Caucasian man hum
bull despite being imagine
an infinite string of superlative adjectives jum
bull ling together to accentuate Lum
burr jack ambitions comfortably numb
when modest male
just another brick in the wall
scores of decades during plum
years of mein kampf
watching favorite television programs
in boyhood living rum
while bobbing like a sponge
(donned in square pants)
sprawled on my washboard tum.
No inflated cheekiness for logophile
renown throughout the webbed wide world
for his pro licks
regarding poetic shenanigans ad nauseum.
I comport myself with quiet pridefulness,
misinterpreted as snobbery
plus intellectual whimsy
aware that "FAKE" pretentiousness,
could be mistaken foreign egotistical vitae
furthering, feathering and figuratively
undermining jestingly,
poetically, and zealously
oozing, gushing, bubbling over
with faux snobbish suave re:
pulse sieve literary fatuous
haughtiness, and ludicrous narcissistic pre
ning all the while chuckling to me
self, and indifferent if
some anonymous browser
with Dutchman's breeches rolled up
upon cresting wave over Zyder Zee
disparages mine harmless
badinage, hence if ye
might qualify as such nitpicker,
who doth cavill - dee
crying wading thru
quagmire of verbiage,
a gentle reply to thee
might be more wise to turn energy
toward, how in many another country
the village people haint so free
spouting, sporting, and spoiling,
vis a vis intellectual sparring
(albeit innocent) black
barbs hatch chee
ving, and raising urgent
attention against he
(who whiz squelching
constitutional rights) re:
pressing, rescinding, reviling,
et cetera access toward key
underpinnings within these fifty
constituent United States
of America beckon alacrity
for obliging citizens across
all points of the compass to alee
v8 his indiscriminate flee
sing, sans bedrock nation could tee
tear on the brink of calamity,
which political plug quite inadequate
to staunch hemorrhaging, viz upending
many a sacred liberty,
and foo to you reprimanding
against any agree
gee us objection to pen about polly lee
ticks and/or religion!
I moved the mountain,
and all I have left is the valleys;
I filled the valleys
with love and manna from above;
So I'm yearning, but yet I'm learning
Lord to depend on you
and only you
you who are tried and true;
I moved the hills
and all I have left are the rivers and streams;
I crossed the rivers waters parted and I led my people through;
Still yearning, but continually learning
Lord to depend on you
and only you
only you
Lord your tried and true
I stood on the edge of the universe;
and I moved the planets and stars;
Lord I depend on you
and only you
only you and you, only you will do
I've crossed across galaxies;
and still have the victories;
Still yearning, but continually learning
Lord to depend on you
and only you
only you
Lord your tried and true
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from the anthology "Really"
July 02 2017(c)
A Trade is a Kingdom
A Tradesman its King
Without one or the other
Wedding Bells ought not ring
Hillary Tried and True
Up with his mind no thoughts would marry
Words from mouth were obstinate and scary
And without him what could news ever do
Trump lied a lot and he was never true.
For President would this behavior we need
Found to be full of much lust and greed
Saying black were White Cliffs of Dover
And every morning having a hangover.
Hillary being true to all of us has tried
While in White House when she did abide
Treated everything proper with much care
Washed own clothes and counted silverware.
Does deserve to be in White House again
Where women do best compared to men
And someone started new personnel file
Only women's names came under domicile.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
I’ve never heard a podcast,
Which reveals that I am old.
I don’t know how to stream one
(And don’t want to, truth be told).
I’ve never paid with Venmo
And the same applies to Zelle.
My credit cards and checks or cash
Have served me very well.
My doorbell has no camera
And my house has no alarm
And so far, lacking both,
I haven’t come to any harm.
If you stop by for some coffee,
You must wait until it perks
Since I’m happily old-fashioned,
For the tried and true still works.
When you pray for other people,
The Lord God listens tried and true;
When your life is enjoyable,
There's someone who has prayed for you.