Best Turn Tail Poems
A wild gobbler strutted into the woods,
it did not see all the camouflage hoods,
straight into a turkey shoot;
trips over a gnarly root,
with ruffle feathers made off with its goods.
11/17/2019
Poetry Contest: Holiday Themed Limerick
Sponsored By: Tania Kitchin
The Big Bad Wolf Nursery Rhyme
The big bad wolf is on the prowl.
Those three little pigs have made him scowl.
Will he charge the house made of bricks;
or huff and puff on the one made of sticks?
Little Red Riding Hood, now makes her way.
Will that wolf now have his day?
While on the path to Grandma’s house.
The wolf puts on Gran’s cap and blouse.
He tries to hide those big bad eyes.
His big sharp teeth await their prize.
Little Miss Hood will spoil his fun.
She’ll make the wolf turn tail and run.
Her protected path has let him down.
The wolf’s big smile turns to a frown.
Will the wolf get help from friends?
I think we know how this one ends.
3/8/2021
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
I am rarely weary of watching the wind with its wondrous ways
The breeze dances delightfully through the budding branches
At times it tumbles and turns and can terrorize my lady’s skirt
It is whimsical and wistful and its soulful song the heart entrances
I have heard it hungrily hammer at Grandpa’s garden gate
Then turn tail and softly serenade the sweetly sleeping child
Skillful scientists can tell of the whys and wherefores of the wind
But most men are merely mesmerized, and by the breeze beguiled
3/19/16
The elephant is in the room,
In fact the entire house,
But nobody really addresses its presence,
Or the damage it represents.
It’s not clearly seen,
Like a ghost wondering about,
The feelings may be present,
But nobody seems to drag it out.
When will this elephant leave,
Or is it permanently there to stay,
Like a bad nightmare,
That never goes away.
Is it even possible,
To send the elephant on it’s way,
To make room in this home,
For another person to stay.
Or will this always be,
The elephant's circus tent,
Where its memory lives alone,
With no room for another to roam.
There should be such joy in this home,
Yet sadness seems to lurks about,
Creating this dark cloud,
That prevents the sun from fully coming out.
How does one permanently banish the elephant,
So it’s negative presence does not return,
To allow the space for love to grow,
And the sun to fully glow.
The elephant must be hunted down,
One must stand up to it and show strength,
That the elephant might know its time is done,
And turn tail and run.
So now it’s time to face that elephant,
And all that it entails,
To send it on it’s way,
So that the sun will shine brighter,
Each and every day.
Conner woke up in his hotel
and looked to the small clock.
He’d slept through his early alarm,
it was later than he thought.
He leapt up and quickly dressed,
for he had a job to do,
so he pulled on his camo pants,
and readied his rifle too.
A problem bear wandered about
this small, Wyoming town.
A grizzly, it had killed three dogs,
twas his job to bring it down.
The bear population had thrived of late,
so this happened more and more,
Fish and Game would send him out
to do what some deplored.
Like the protesters who’s dogged him
the last two days on the trail,
making noise so any close game
would hear them and turn tail.
They said killing the bear was cruel,
they were here to protect it,
so Conner had tried to wake early
to avid them on this trip.
He expected to see all of them
when he went out to his truck,
Instead he saw nary a soul,
he cold not believe his luck!
He drove then to a patch of forest
near the town’s big campground,
sightings here had him convinced
that the grizzly was lurking ‘round.
Into evergreen woods he strode,
past boulders gray and tall,
though steep ravines and parklands
wearing the coat of early fall.
For two hours he had no luck
looking for tracks or sign.
No scat, no fur, nothing at all,
he feared he'd wasted time.
Then he saw a trail of fresh prints
straight through the piney duff,
and from a thicket to his left
came a raspy, guttural huff.
He peered deep, saw the brown head
of a massive grizzly’s bear
If fed on something, big teeth stained
with a slick, crimson veneer.
It paused then, sniffing the air,
seeing not Conner on the hunt.
He hoisted his rifle, sliding left,
carefully sighting the gun...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
"Run! Run along and play, Baby T!"
Mama Rex told her little one, as she pitter-patted from the cave.
"Wait! Did you brush your ... teeth?" she trailed off,
Realizing Baby T was now out of earshot.
She was a good mama, and knew the importance of oral hygiene,
Especially for a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
She thought to follow and call Baby T back, but no,
Her wee one was diligent about such things.
Today was a special play day, and she'd let nothing interfere ...
On the morrow came Dino School, and a new life!
She smiled, remembering HER school, now for Baby T -
Hunting, hiding, fossil prevention, and her own favorite, ROARING!
Oh, Baby T would love it all, especially play hunts with her dino-mates,
But, as formidable as a T-Rex can be, they had to be safe ...
There were many species much larger and stronger than hers,
And she needed to learn the ways to protect herself.
Roaring was an important defense, and Baby T had practiced, long ...
Since early hatchhood Mama Rex had taught her,
And not only could she roar like an adult, but she, little Baby T, could SING!
She had been the talk of the clan for a long time,
But 'morrow was the day when she would prove her special talent,
For when she sang - when she showed those dazzled teeth and crooned,
Even the most ferocious of beasts would turn tail,
For dear, sweet, tiny Baby T, was NEVER ... on key!
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Dinosaur(s) - For Children" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
Somewhere down the road yonder
Will I find my love I wonder...
Better not to go and see;
Oft love rips your heart asunder,
Nah, I shouldn't repeat the blunder,
I'll turn tail and flee!
I once walked this very road
But endured a heavy load
in my heart of grief;
I better stick to my code
Lest my peace again erode-
Must turn over a new leaf!
A hyena lets out a chilling laugh
As lionesses feed on a downed giraffe
The felines will be outnumbered soon
By these vile and spotted goons
The lionesses have to turn tail
As the hyenas continue to wail
The hyenas start feasting on the prey,
But the lion will surely make them pay
As the maned beast comes into view
Hyenas flee, they know they're through
The lion wastes no time in killing the foe
He bites down hard, and won't let go
The king of beasts has laid down the law
As the hyena lays dead in its huge paws
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5-9-18
coyotes howl
desert comes alive at night
I shiver
rats shaking tin cans
junkyard comes alive at night
I cringe
wild zombies dance
graveyard comes alive at night
I turn tail
screaming bobcats
woods come alive at night
I run like mad
In the dark of the night,
Or path of the sun,
Do I continue the fight,
Or turn tail and run,
Choices to make until the battle
is won.
Open my eyes,
Or blind my sight,
Embrace my cries,
Or into the light,
Choices to make until I win the
fight.
COPLA TREINTA Y SEIS: This Bad Guy World
On the international plane
Yi Jing’s advice might even fail:
Lone man lame duck
Engage not the enemy lone
Bad Guy on his own will turn tail:
Let run out luck
On the grand scale the enemy
Must jointly be brought down on knees:
By year seven
Past this ridge evil will levy
‘Sweat and blood and tears’ as first fees:
Besmeared Tian/Heaven
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2014
LOVE LYRICS
by Don Wendorf, Psy.D.; LMFT
Oh, your love would place me welded to your waist, in some syrupy symbiosis.
You say your blood runs high, ‘cause I’m your “Sweetie-pie” in your sugary psychosis.
Oh, you offer to, box a kangaroo,
Give the stars and moon, croon a lover’s tune,
Walk into a fire, to prove your heart’s desire,
Give me all your money, if I’ll be your “Honey,”
Yeah, you say you’ll climb the highest mountain, swim the deepest ocean.
But, Baby, that ain’t love to me, that’s just emotion.
Well, you said to trust, that it was love, not lust, at the beach down by the sea.
You tried to turn my head, get me in your bed, you beseeched me tenderly.
Yeah, you found me cute, in my bathing suit,
Looking buff and tanned, cooking on the sand,
But your love looked fishy, kinda’ washy-wishy,
I began to doubt, as the tide creeped out.
If I was just desired ‘cause your hormones fired, smearing on my suntan lotion,
Then, Baby, that ain’t love to me, that’s just emotion.
Now when you’re sad or mad ‘cause I’ve acted bad, been mean or idiotic,
Will your love stay true, stick through and through, or just be episodic?
Will you show respect or try to wring my neck,
Still be kind and caring, giving, sharing,
Will you talk things out, or just cuss and shout,
Will you hear my side, or wallow in your pride?
When you’re hurt or scared and your temper’s flared, will you drop your old devotion?
‘Cause Baby, that ain’t love to me, that’s just emotion.
Will your love grow cold, as we both grow old, no longer strong and mighty?
Will you feel all icky, if I’m weak or sicky, if I’m gray and cellulitey?
Will you still turn on, though our youth has gone,
Love my wrinkly fat, or turn tail and scat,
Let your love light pale, ‘cause my body’s frail,
Or take care of me, treat me tenderly?
“Grow old with me, the best is yet to be,” as we still drink love’s sweet potion,
‘Cause Baby, that’s real love to me, not just emotion,
Yeah, Baby, that’s real love to me, not just emotion.
I Stare Into the Water
I stare into the water
(The water stares back at me)
In chime with Terra Mater;
I expend no energy.
Without a paddle or wind to sail,
My prospects are unavailing;
I restrain myself not to turn tail
And so sit quietly, waiting.
Better there were a rising storm
That forces challenging the elements;
Then I could stroke these listless arms
And make for the lee of Canoe Island.
Though I cherish the life given,
I dream of a different place.
This cannot be the eye’s intention,
Timeless, on an unrippled lake.
To create beings dumb and useless,
Void of expansion of faculties,
Suppresses conscious awareness
That forever is death realized.
A blight cast adrift with stigma
Whose destiny is nullified
Because I’m trapped in a quagmire,
Loath to idle in paradise.
***
Feeling hopeless
The only word crossing my mind is sorry
sticking to the path I'm choosing
but the day is becoming night
and I can't see clearly
Walking down one road
only to turn tail and begin from start
like I'm just stuck on the game board of monopoly
The writing on the wall
the art of illusions
or maybe I am just blind
Just...I'm only being guided by
the endless words of a sad song
while I'm just mumbling
I'm sorry as I drift into the night
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry...
Navigating the path to truth,
which is paved with harsh stones to walk upon
Many stumble or turn tail and retreat
But you will not
You will find your way through
You will seek and search and reach the end knowing
You will arrive there beaten and bruised with your enlightment
You will know the truth of your coming as the only truth
The light will hurt your eyes because you have yet not seen it
The deafening sounds of the world will be the music your heart has longed for
All the yearnings of all the years will not be found here, they will be lost
You will find your essence, which you've always carried, was all you needed