Best Tuesday Poems
Hints of lilac filtered through the garden
a pretty butterfly just sat at rest
me lost in amazement
soft rays of sunshine clinging to my chest
The stone bench held my attention
as love notes floated through the air
my heart was in a flutter
sensing she was near
Her eyes were sweet as honey
her skin had that special glow
her lips so moist they begged for me
to memorize the passion that they showed
I met her on a Tuesday
that's when the world for me would shift
the stars shot past the heavens
as our souls would forever drift
TOP GUN.
A keen jet pilot broke the speed of sound
A loud sonic boom he caused on the ground
House windows were broken
The whole town awoken
Claims from lawyers to the air force abound...
SANTA ON THE RUN
Santa got pulled over on the highway
Cops told him a light had gone on his sleigh
Santa said I'm in a rush
Cracked his whip shouted mush mush
The reindeers galloped off up and away...
QUEUE FOR THE LOO (FICTIONAL WRITE).
Have you noticed there is always a queue
Not outside the gents, only the girls loo
Business takes a minute
What do they do in it ?
They spend time gossiping that's what they do...
BILLY BLACKSMITH.
Billy the blacksmith was stoking his fire
The next horse up for shoeing was a shire
Then blacksmith Billy felt
A kick below the belt
Now high pitched is soprano in the choir...
INDUSTRIAL ACTION.
The reindeer decided to go on strike
Made demands that old Santa didn't like
He said it's Christmas eve
And I've soon got to leave
So he sacked them and rode off on his bike...
Written 19th November 2019.
Happy Souper Tuesday
To my buddies on the Soup!
Despite our different backgrounds
We’re united as a group.
We put our thoughts in writing
Hoping other souls will read,
Acknowledgement the one reward
We really want or need.
If we could meet in person,
Very few of us would bond
And not because we’re states away
Or even ‘cross the pond.
Yet that’s the beauty of a site
Where we can feel at home,
Brought together by the notions that
We craft into a poem.
So here’s to Souper Tuesday
Where there is no need to vote,
Just read and maybe comment
On the words somebody wrote.
"I'm hearing images, I'm seeing songs no poet has ever painted
Voices call out to me, straight to my heart"
Cold, emotionless, and her nature, defiant
Hard to connect with as well as unreliant
A boarding school for outcasts such as Wednesday
Revenge for brother, brings on her sinister way
Dysfunctional families—ivory towers make wagers
Enrolled are lost souls and morbid teenagers
Like Arkham Asylum, a long and brutal history
Medieval mayhem come to life again in her story
Nevermore Island, Romania’s Nevermore Academy
Unconventional practices become their enemy
Designed for students with extreme personalities
Who don’t think their practices convey abnormalities
Is an all American coming-of-age supernatural
Tangled in spider silk or it’s web, which is factual?
And there it is the unscrupulous psycho-therapist
A principal’s shapeshifter and her sorceress rapist
Forcing thoughts back into some semblance of order
Werewolves, vampires, gorgons, and sirens who boarder
Are the architectural texts with applications ubiquitous
And the requisite archaic desperate mass exodus
Dark long tresses, paints it black in gothic dresses
Many who are romantic interests she addresses
Rises to an ovation with a most clever shadow dance
Sanity, reason, balance, rationality, and much arrogance
Behind the smiling facade of normality where lie derelicts
There lurks a psychopathic serial killer, and other convicts
Beyond their control, declined their world of decadence
Insanity, lunacy, madness, the outcasts show no evidence
Highly severe psychological and physical illnesses?
Or real paranormal abominations and alien devises
Guiding her are messages from the beyond with passion
Her lecture combined intellectual lucidity and compassion
~ GREEN JELLO ~
A fellow from an archipelago
Puts on caps and hats made of green jello
Doesn't care what you think
His short pants shocking pink
Wears lipstick and rouge too ~ bright hot yellow
~ THE TOOTH FAIRY ~
The cutest girl in the monastery
Is planning to become a Tooth Fairy
She hides teeth in her bra
Young boys cry "Ooh-la-la"
Saying their prayers eagerly, quite merry
My phone came alive on a Tuesday
Forgetting to notify me
Remember the old party line?
She decided to get on and add to our conversation.
“I feel blue,” my friend said.
The phone laughed.
There was silence.
“Is someone else on this line?” I asked.
“Wasn’t that you?” My friend said.
“Not me,” I told her.
This was only the beginning of several unfortunate conversations.
Tom Price phones up John Ely.
"I hear you sell some of the best horses in the county
I'm sending out my best guy if he likes the goods
we're buying one of your horses.
My guy is a midget with a speech impediment just to give you the heads up"
he concluded and hung up the phone.
The stud groom waited until the midget knocked on the door.
"Hello, I've come to check out your hortheth", said the midget.
"Sure, do you want a male horse or a female horse ?" asked the stud groom.
"A female horth, pleath" said the midget, so off they went to look at the horses. One lovely well bred filly caught the midgets eye.
"Can I check her ears pleath ?" said the midget - so the stud groom lifted up the midget to check the horses ears, then put him back down.
"Nith ears.......... now can I look at her eyth, pleath ?" - once again the stud groom lifted up the midget to check the horses eyes, then put im
down again.
"Nith eyth ............ now I'd like to thee her **** pleath"
The stud groom was shocked and a bit offended, so he lifted up the midget and shoved him
head first into the rear area of the horse and put him back down again.
The midget coughed and spluttered, and then said....................
"Perhapth I should rephwase that...... can I see her wun awound a widdle bit ?"
16~12~2014
On Monday the 1st of May.
We will celebrate this very special day,
Balloons will float through the sky.
So if you see us letting them off you will know the reason why,
We are celebrating 30 years to this very day,
The day our lives changed forever,
The day the bully was not so clever.
The moral of this story is in.
The fact that you must never let the bully win.
No matter how scared you really are inside,
No matter how many tears you have cried.
So if you look up and see one of our balloons floating in the sky
You will know the reason why.
You are so grown now.
11 years old and seem like 26.
No mom, just me, and you are happy,
Thank you, God, for the gift of patience.
Honor student, eminently popular and talented.
Long hair, beautiful eyes and just as clumsy as me.
So smart for one so young, innocence lost.
Still want to be tickled good night, baby girl.
Daughter, friend, roommate, partner, goofball
You fill so many roles in my life.
You have made parenting so easy for me
Thank you, daughter. No reason. Happy Tuesday.
Monday's child eats beans,
Tuesday's child is full of Greens,
Green's payments of spinach.
I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react
When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown
Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.
pancakes barbara with cream
a buckwheat galette
haddock,prawn savoury wraps
brandy crepe suzettes
dribbled with treacle
Flip,flip Hoo
Ray!
A splendorous sun
On a Tuesday afternoon
Bearer of good news
Tuesday fleets, the haze
settles on weary eyes. Gone.
Why so quick Tuesday?
Masked trickery within bayou nights
Under the diffusing Dixie lanterns glow
Flowing songs lost within legend and myth
Dancing with a quipster and pierrot
Lovers and friends hidden in masquerade
In sequined illusions and beaded dancing
These candid moments fading into night
Mirroring the revelry of years long past
Bal masque shadows fill the masquerade
Veiled in the fables of uninhibited fantasy
On champagne sidewalks to dance the night
Adorned and costumed in flashes of gold
Legends ruminating in harlequin mists
Those disguised in the colors of fantasy
Every corner filled visions of Mardi Gras
Dancing as jazz bands parade Bourbon Street
Fat Tuesday erupts in New Orleans again.