Best Twice Poems
I once was one twenty, now I’m two fifty three
I’m twice the man that I used to be
I gave up smoking because they said it lacked taste
Now I can’t see my feet because of my waist
The doctor said my lifestyle might kill me
I said I’d live longer if he didn’t bill me
He said try to bend over and touch your toes
How about I stand straight up and scratch my nose
My wife says I don’t understand why you are so hard to reach
My parents were the ocean and shoreline, I’m a son of a beach
You need a colonoscopy is what the doctor said
If I were a politician they’d have to remove my head
We may be equal as we walk hand in hand
But you’re still in my shadow when we lie in the sand
Here’s a flower not bloomed so what’s new
I guess I should say this bud’s for you
Don’t tell me you’ve heard my excuses before
I just made it up as I came in the door
Yes I’m much more heavier than I used to be
I’m twice the man when you look at me.
If you think one time, you'll make a step
Think twice, you'll make big step
Think thrice, you'll probably never make any
He dialed his home number from his cell,
it rang twice,
a man’s voice answered as far as he could tell,
he hung up without answering back,
in his mind, everything went dark, and suddenly black,
when he got home,
he was all alone,
there was no sign of a man anywhere,
not here, nor there, he looked everywhere,
but what seemed odd,
was the fact that no man has ever been there,
no male clothes in the closet,
no change on the night-stand,
no evidence of any man,
nothing was found,
even the toilet seat was down,
he then heard a bump and then a bang,
he called his house again, and it rang,
he couldn’t find the phone,
but this time he wasn’t alone,
it rang twice, but it was coming from the basement,
that was where the phone kept ringing,
and when he went down,
that’s where he saw his body swinging...
Shall I Twice Pluck Thy Soft, Sweet Fruit
Should I court thee as moth to flame
sky to its wondrous blue?
Some say, love is but a fool's game
Aye, we both know untrue.
Shall I twice pluck thy soft, sweet fruit
be it with soft touch?
In such, will our love take firm root
or presume I too much?
In thy heart's beating my heart trails
begging once more thy hand.
We seek love and all it entails
life's dance, its greatest band.
Shall we find vermilion sunsets?
Hold Love's all and all it begets?
Robert J. Lindley,
Nov. 17th, 2002
Sonnet (86) (100)
Words (88)
Syllables Per Line: 8 6 8 6 0 8 6 8 6 0 8 6 8 6 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 100
Total # Words: 88
At lunch, I wanted a simple iced tea
But a tea with ice was not meant to be
The glass, smoothly tall
Held no cubes at all
Where all my ice went, was a mystery!
The waitress (who was not very nice)
Lectured, my request was imprecise
You must specify
For ice to supply
Next time, order your iced tea with ice!
8/3/19
A TWICE REFORMED CLOWN
There is an eerie silence,
In the Big Top,
Not a sound is heard,
A heart beat could stop,
A hush envelops one,
And all,
Only the Ringmaster,
Whistles a call.
Suddenly with splendor,
And gust,
In burst the entertainers,
With such lust,
Everyone’s in the mood
For laughter,
But is the clown that
Comes in just after?
A dwarf 1.25m waltzes in,
The mirth and merriment
Immediately begin,
The children line all
The front row,
One stretches his hand,
To unleash the clown’s bow.
The clowns face contorts
Into many a way,
He’s paid to make the audience,
Want to stay,
His face is painted so as to
Look permanently funny,
But the tears trickle down.
And his nose is runny.
He’s a little man
Who was born for a reason
He escaped from jail,
Had been judged
For a crime of high treason,
He exists in the confines,
Of an old caravan,
And cooks his meals
In a second hand pan!
With the Circus he
Anonymously lives,
And travels wherever
They go,
And gives the children
A wonderful show!
People stare, laugh and say,
There he goes.
Who wants to employ
A deformed,
Little man,
With no education,
Who drives an old van?
But this circus did, and
Reformed his life,
He no longer has that,
Heart aching strife
Those ugly comments
Made outside,
In the circus arena, it was
Good, no need to hide!
Life is cruel, he’s learnt,
The hard way,
He is here to stay!
Maybe somewhere in a world that‘s,
That’s quite mad,
Someone will notice a deformed,
Dwarf, that’s sad.
Immediately the clown is rewarded,
For in that first row,
He sees the child,
Who unleashed his bow,
And the love that he sees,
In that little child’s face,
Makes up for the errors of,
The whole human race!
The tears now all vanish,
The laughter is real,
He has a friend,
The child’s heart did he steal,
And maybe tomorrow,
Another will come,
And sit in the front row,
With his father and mom.
The message I send said the,
Clown that reformed,
Forgive and forget that
You are deformed,
You’ll be rewarded,
How I don’t know,
But when it does happen,
You’ll have more friends,
Than foe!
I never felt the arrow, as cupid loosed his bow
But he must have shot me twice,
For I love her so.
Entry for 2 or 3 LINE POEM any form
Any theme - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
27/11/2017. Placed 3rd.
Take a breath just pretend to light a cigarette
Mind your every thought so that you'll not regret
Avoid a tactless comment that might go south
Remember ~ a fly does not enter a closed mouth
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
The
presence of a true friend in one's life
seems to give him the chance to live
twice!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 MAY 2020
Time can be most unforgiving.
Once wasted you can't get it back.
Living with regrets is wretched.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Not without blood…
and water’s flood
As stained water surged…
released an old man’s urge
By stained water surge…
the urge is purged…
and new men emerge
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The riddle of life reveals itself once one
learns that things pertaining to truth’s reality have
two applications; one is the beginning the other is
the end and the mystery are solved once we learn to
play both ends by grace of the middle! (Rev. 1:11KGV)
Twice daily,even once will do
if you want I can do thrice too,
so in this New Year
promise to adhere
to my wish to write more haiku!
;-)
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memories flow through me
like an open wound the blood trails
following a painful path twice walked
why is it so easy to remember the sadness
as if a welcomed choice once here repeating
the savage stabbing within ones heart
surely the goodness and comforted smiles
of a time long ago should be present and
accounted for
do we measure the good and the bad
within our lives so that we may rationalize
our own existence
perhaps we are predestined with each
of us receiving an exact amount of what
we need to survive this life
after all we do tend to justify and even
accept our misery as a payment due for
our own actions throughout life
our love it seems is simply put away within
a corner of our hearts accepting it as a wonderful
thing and we are happy with the time shared
should i consider myself as being selfish
because after all this time and all the goodness
i have been given i find myself wanting more
more happiness more love and above all else
more of you...
Said baker Ted to baker Ned:
Ned, did you knead the dough?
"Dough, I did dot dead the dough"
Why not knead the dough, Ned?
"I didn't wad to sdeeze on the dough"
Sneeze on the dough, Ned?
"Yes Ded, I god a code in by doughs"
Well Ned, at yeast you’re being honest
"It’s the yeast I could do, Ded"
You’re not going to do the yeast again are you?
"Of coors dot, I did the yeast yeasterday"
You’re fibbing Ned, yeasterday was Yeaster
"I always worg Yeaster, last year I worged Yeaster"
It’s against the law to work yeasters on holidays
"Why Ded? The yeasters dode mide worging Yeaster"
Well, doing the yeast is perverted to say the yeast
"At yeast I dode loaf and fridder away by dime"
Are you accusing me of fondling the fritters?
"If the fridders fid, then fry the dab fridders"
How would you like me to fry YOUR fritters, Ned?
"I subbose I dike by fridders a diddle on the brownie dide"
Not what I meant Ned and please stop poking my brownie
"Oooo…Dough dared! You’re gibbing be the fridders"
You don't have the fritters to whip my cream, Ned
"I cad whib your cream with one had deading the dough"
Cannot-Caddo-Cannot-Caddo-Cannot-Cad...
Cold-ridden, frustrated customer Homer Simpson:
DOUGH!! There they dough again, Baaarge!...
A gentile man of vivid dreams oft apt to walk at night
Followed where his feet would lead under the pale moon light
When chance he did into a grove of oak and alder trees
He spied a pool of nature's own fed by an ancient spring
There upon he cast his gaze beneath the moon so bright
And saw him something oddly fey revealed with second sight
At once belief that made him he who walked where others went
Faded in the mist of myth and planted there instead
A vision of a greater truth not seen, and yet perceived
From deep within the pool of being, liberation to receive
Reflections at the water's edge revealed his truest form
A life he's yet to realize, or a life he's lived before
For there upon this moon lit night, deep in that ancient wood
Where once there was an aging man an ageless raven stood
Twice born of myst beneath the sky, no longer bound by fear
Casting off his worldly flesh, he leapt into the air
He set his course by moon lit ways, a shadow taking flight
Till found he day light's brilliant rays that freed him from the night."
~Christopher Thor Britt
The Everything Halloween Poetry Contest