Best Wary Poems
The Russians, of course, think its cool
To jump in an icy-cold pool
But I'm not a fool
And made a Mule Rule:
Dive only where warmth greets my tool!
Categories:
wary, humor, january,
Form:
Limerick
I’d love to say that ‘Crusher’ Webb is one good mate of mine,
but old ‘Crusher’s’ temperamental and can act more like a swine,
and it don’t take much to set him off; that’s when we all show fear,
so we don’t know how to take him, ‘specially when he’s on the beer.
I’ve been there when he’s lost the plot and really gone to town,
and it’s taken more or less four blokes to try and hold him down,
when the trigger’s been so trivial, that most would put aside,
but not old ‘Crusher’, he goes mad, so the berth he’s given’s wide.
I hate to think how many nights that ‘Crusher’s’ spent in gaol,
from throttling blokes and busting pubs when he fell off the rail,
but the fear we have means nothing for he’s just part of our life,
so what must Deb be going through - his darling homely wife.
She’s just the nicest person, so it’s a bit like chalk and cheese,
the schizophrenic husband and his wife, who looks ill at ease.
It must be a living nightmare when old ‘Crusher’s’ at his best,
storming ‘round the family home with dirty water on his chest.
Thank God they don’t have children for this brute to terrorize.
It’s bad enough when he’s around to see the terror in our eyes,
but it was on a brief occasion when I spoke to Deb alone,
that I was shocked with what she said in quite a sombre tone.
Deb’s voice shivered lowly “These days I must be so alert,
that I don’t become child bearing” and my answer is quite pert,
“But didn’t ‘Crusher’ have the ‘snip’, so no ‘hiccup’ would apply?”
and Deb replied, “Oh yes he did, and that’s exactly why”.
Categories:
wary, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
The British sky is seldom blue
And love divine is seldom true
But come on, girl!
Give life a whirl
There'll never be another you!
Categories:
wary, inspirational,
Form:
Limerick
Wise man say
Before you set forth for revenge dig
two graves.
Categories:
wary, visionary,
Form:
Haiku
Ain't no wonder we're baffled about eatin' - ever'thing is taboo.
We're deluged by self-appointed gurus toutin' their points uv view.
Can't they desist and find somethin' more productive to do?
They can eat their tofu and water cress- I prefer a hearty stew!
The experts can't determine which is best, reg'lar coffee er decaf,
So I slurp my mornin' joe, settlin' fer a mug uv half n' half.
Fast foods ain't recommended but I'd fight fer Burger King Whoppers!
Ain't nobody tellin' me what I can er can't chomp on with my choppers!
Some folks say aigs is good fer you - some say they're not.
I eat 'em boiled, fried and scrambled - it don't mean diddley squat!
Another profound debate persists and causes me to muse,
Is whether it's wholesome er not to partake uv a snort of booze!
Seems these fellers jes' confound our lives and like to obfuscate,
Leavin' the rest uv us bewildered as they continue their debate.
My cholesteral, glucose and platelets wuz perfect in my last exam.
I've survived nigh four-score years eatin' pizza, cake and spam!
I guess its politically correct to engage in the latest dietary fad,
But in brief, here's the case uv my dear old Mom and Dad.
They et what they wanted and survived four-score years and more,
Never mindin' the cholesterol, fats and carbs that docs now abhor!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Categories:
wary, food, funny, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Two hearts beating time
Epiphany symphony
Encore Déjà vu
Categories:
wary, love, mystery,
Form:
Senryu
Busty lusty was dusty
Fiesty fairy musty
Along came Flirty
Looking all dirty
Randy Rusty got gusty!
Categories:
wary, fairy,
Form:
Limerick
Five free range chickens surviving earth’s natural selection...
Spring flowers began to emerge while “Hefei” and hens explored.
Wary of snakes and possums, they moved about with caution.
Hunting, pecking and scratching, together in one accord -
One hen snuck into a pitched tent to lay her lovely eggs.
Behind some plants over wintered in a place nice and warm.
With shattered wing and broken shells, she felt survival plagues.
She emerged escaping death this time, enduring deform.
A few days later, she was gone, feathers strewn about.
One hen, then, another hid…sitting on precious eggs.
Within a month, the strutting rooster crowed his prideful shout.
Nineteen little chicks scurried out close to two hens legs.
ã June 7, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Eggs, but NO epulaeryus
Sponsored by: Black Eyed Susan
Categories:
wary, animals, death, family, food,
Form:
Quatrain
When I am visiting a house
with no cobwebs or dust
I know for a fact
this is not someone to trust;
For if they meticulously clean
every single cranny and nook
then I am sure they examine me
with too discriminating a look.
You see, I myself have a cobweb or two
tucked into the corners of my soul;
And dust has gathered on some memories of mine;
that’s what happens when you get old.
That white glove they use around the house
to make sure everything is just fine,
would be soiled and dirty and covered in dust
if they swiped it in that house of mine.
Now I don’t mind things being clean and neat;
In fact, I prefer it that way;
But to remove every cobweb and each particle of dust,
Well, to me, that has something to say.
It says imperfections, you won’t tolerate,
and imperfections are all that I have;
so if I see not a cobweb – way up in a corner
and not one single speck of dust
then I will kindly excuse myself from your way-too-clean house,
because for me, those things are a must.
Written about Cobwebs and Dust for Francine's contest
Written and posted on 3/6/12
Aaaaachooooo!
Categories:
wary, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Merrily cherries were chatting with berries on bunches of bushes below;
the cherries were scaring the berries with stories that every new berry should know:
"Beautiful cherries are succulent very so we became fruit of the sky,
but pitiful berries on earth where you tarry cannot please the tongue nor the eye.
Innocent berries I pray you be wary for mortal consumption is nigh,
and it must be scary to die along dairy in coffins that they call a pie!"
Hominal creatures with ravenous features were coming to pick their dessert.
But which one will sweeten the pie to be eaten the fruit of the sky or the earth?
"It will be scary when they pluck 'n bury your souls in their pies to digest;
I hear such a pastry is terribly tasty when given a berrily zest!"
Mary saw favor in that which had flavor so she found the cherries the best;
the cherries were shaken their rubies were taken to bake in a fiery chest.
Scarily berries were mourning the cherries who fell to a sugary greed;
although all the berries were no longer wary for cherries are tasty indeed!
Categories:
wary, death, food, children, funny,
Form:
Couplet
J ust too cold outside for man or beast
A bsolutely freezing in the bedroom at night
N ot interested in building a snowman, thanks
U nwilling to feign interest in 'bobsledding'
A nother gloomy, cheerless day, so depressing
R ead, read, read one's way through the month
Y ear in, year out, it's a pitched battle for survival
(only) January, 2, 2018 (unfortunately)
Categories:
wary, how i feel, winter,
Form:
Acrostic
Do not
Cast
That wary glance…
Pig-eye gaze
Twitch-n-twist smiley
Neuroglare scrape
Lipsmack grinny
Toadsnout squat
Oilclump wart
Shrug-n-hug troll
Dirtgoat kissy
Boneclone you
Categories:
wary, slam,
Form:
Personification
Wary as one is, but merry nonetheless.
Heavy, once, my heart was but now all is cheery.
I know I have the cherry, though I shall
not tarry too long.
Categories:
wary, appreciation, beauty,
Form:
Prose Poetry
C A T
This intensive cat
— with night-gray fur —
Steps out wary
— as if the grass
had turned to tacks…
Alert to find
— that!
The strange noise
— startled!
Breaking a nap!
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Art & Poem:
(c) sally young eslinger 3/26/22
Thanks be to God
Categories:
wary, anxiety, cat, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Imagism
I can't stay here...
nightmares, eating me alive.
Living jar, full of demons.
Humanity can't possibly survive.
Finding interactions painful,
pushing me to hide.
I cry often now.
I can't hold anymore inside.
Craving beauty,
I just want to live in art.
Where did the destroyer go?
Did my protective layer depart?
True strength found in weakness,
I no longer need my pride.
A view angry and narrow
continues growing ever wide.
This life, now only saddens me.
Ive seen more than most men should.
The pain and ugliness defeated some.
I saved the ones that I could.
I'm sorry for the young ones.
The ones I laid to rest.
I grieve the forgotten.
I swear I gave you my best.
To the man, woman, or child
I will never lay a hand on.
Promise of a legacy left,
to care for you, when I'm gone.
I don't like many people.
Increasingly a man, solitary.
Forgive me my future rest.
I have just grown battle weary.
-Angel Fatale-
Categories:
wary, change, death, depression, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme