Best Whizzed Poems
Just where have the weeks gone
Another year has whizzed past
No New Years resolution, I'd only break it
Unless it’s to meet George Clooney
Ah fiddlesticks he’s married now!
Romance is off the cards
Yeah, but a girl can dream!
January Acrostic Contest
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
NB I have never made a New Year's Resolution, this is just a standing joke with my husband
1/1/19
Categories:
whizzed, celebrity, humorous, new year,
Form:
Acrostic
His family had lived here all their lives untold and he had too.
His father had died when he was young and he vaguely remembered him.
Mom tried to cross the busy street which she had been warned.
She had instantly been killed as her family watched with horror and fascination.
No funeral just sadness as the machines whizzed by but the last of his kind remembers.
As a youth, he had run and played in these fields but steered away from the machines
as he had been warned.
The machines are fast and you must always watch for them and be clear.
The woods were loved as he chased the young females until they let him catch.
He had two of his own children but they had died at very young age.
And soon after, the big trucks came with the men that would be vilified.
They uprooted one hundred year old oak and built twenty homes.
Across the road where the field was, forty more were taken from his youth.
The last of his family had all been married out or were dead until he was alone.
And as he walked and looked, he was frightened and filled with grief.
He saw his mother standing gracefully at the top of the house filled field.
His brother and sister played until dusk when his mother would call and recall.
He ached where he ran and still he searched.
As the tear rolled away with those distant memories and the pain.
Slowed by the ache he laid his final time with grief.
And he knew he was the last and his youth died with him.
The last deer
Categories:
whizzed, devotion, family, forgiveness, family,
Form:
Narrative
I whizzed past the assembler, add
count in octal, subtract
hexadecimal. Found error
in the dump file, all zeroes
and wondered, is this an omen?
Surprise! write me an algorithm
for a full third of test score.
Sort all data in a file
swap and exchange,
compare and relate.
Loop through the right number
and oh, woe for me, I get a C plus.
The highest in the class,
all doomed to retake the section
except me, who passes.
But the A and B slip away
because I never set my counters,
important counters full of junk
all back to zero. Zero the clean
state of all beginnings.
Programmers learn by trial
and error, one pass,
one dump and oh, yeah,
zero out the counters
Or face certain demise.
Categories:
whizzed, computer, memory, school, success,
Form:
Free verse
If I die before tomorrow
Though the sun won't shine for me
Take pleasure in it's warming glow
There's a future there to see
No life will last forever
The sun will one day fail
But not before we've all passed on
So who will hear the tale
A tree falls in a forest
A whale dies in the sea
What happens to the birds nest
Do the krill sigh with relief
For all things have their moments
And moments are just that
Fleeting blinks of birds eyes
While they are swallowing a gnat
The movement in those atoms
That constitute our food
May see them come full circle
How oft have they been chewed
Eternity is far too short
To learn all that is about
Everything this world has
Is really nowt but nowt
In pondering the puzzles
That plague us one and all
Don't succumb to sorrow
When you see the last leaf fall
As somewhere in the realms of space
In one parallel or two
Will be another one of us
Who holds a similar view
All the atoms that we find here
Have been around so long
Their air miles are quite staggering
But their engines still on song
While visions of perpetual motion
That man has sought for centuries
Can never match these tiny dots that
Have whizzed around with endless ease
©Rhumour
December 4th 2008
Edited February 5th 2017
Categories:
whizzed, life, nature, space,
Form:
Rhyme
...inspired by a Dylan Thomas short story.
A breezy day, and two boys biking down the lane,
past meadows green with envy, soft as spring.
Picnic-packed and ready for the day's adventure.
They passed hikers. "Hey, lend us yer bikes!" they cried.
The lads whizzed by, not giving them a second thought.
"I bet them's fire cows," Jimmy said, (he had a wild
imagination.) "Nah, them's Holsteins, don't be daft!"
said John. The air was full of magic, and the sky
alive with seagulls. The ocean glinted to their right,
sparkling like the twinkle in a young girl's eyes.
They hurried to their destination, breathless with
anticipation, hurtling to a Neverland they'd mostly
seen in pictures, a rocky outcrop, pounded by
the waves, a fearsome confrontation with the sea.
A playground where imaginations wander.
“I bet there's dragons in them caves,” said Jimmy,
"and trolls and such, with fangs and fiery breath!"
“You're crazy!” countered John, (he read the Bible),
“'sides there's Jesus, He will shelter you from death
for now, make sure you're well and in good health."
Skittering on slabs as slick as ice fields,
tottering like lambs who've found their legs;
they played until the frigid water beckoned,
then splashed and frolicked, ducking from the heat.
Opening their back packs now, they settled down to eat.
It was then, the first time they'd discussed it,
Wally, Jimmy's brother, gone to God;
dead from cancer barely two weeks previous,
disconnected, laid beneath the sod.
Their tones were sullen, conversation somber.
“Is Wally with the Angels?” Jimmy questioned,
“Yes he is,” said John, “and safe at rest.”
They cycled home in silence, friends together,
and settled in their beds, forever blessed,
the moon endowed their dreams, a welcome guest.
Categories:
whizzed, childhood, cancer,
Form:
Verse
I was in the saloon to beat the heat
To have a few beers and rest my feet
I removed my hat a took a seat
Just then someone called me to the street
I look out the swinging doors and see Black Bart
The fastest gunslinger in these parts
I don't know how this trouble got its start
His eyes are as black as his evil heart
He calls me out with his hand on his gun
I cannot talk him down, I cannot run
My back is to the setting sun
The end of this showdown has just begun
I draw first and shot off his ear
He is surprised but shows no fear
Just those black eyes and that evil sneer
He shoots and his bullet whizzed by very near
My second shot got him right between the eyes
He didn't have time to realize
That the undertaker had already calculated his size
Even before I closed his eyes
There is a lesson to be learned here
It was a long hot trail to get here
No matter how black your heart or evil your sneer
Never interrupt a cowpoke and his beer
2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 18 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
2/13/19
Categories:
whizzed, anger, conflict, work,
Form:
Rhyme
She made a wish on a falling star
As it blazed by in a fiery streak
It was quite a sight to see
As Luna was reaching its peak
She stood there, just a speck, in a vast universe
Gazing at those twinkles on high
So many wonders to contemplate
and in her awe she let out a sigh
So many thoughts whirled through her mind
As her curiousity began to grow
Another falling star whizzed by
And left the sky all aglow
4-17-2023
Contest: Writing Challenge - 'U' Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
whizzed, stars, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
I viewed them the spring before – robins in our grass
and swallows flying circles around the front of the house.
Weeks later I spied their nests -
the swallows’ under an eave of our garage
and the robins’ hidden in a cluster
of our pear tree’s lovely green boughs.
I wish to have seen the eggs the robins surely laid,
but their nest was too high up.
The swallows’ nest intrigued me more,
for I was able to easily witness the hatchlings’ progress.
Periodically the parent birds came to feed them.
Eagerly I’d step off my porch when I saw the parents
swooping down and then soaring back to the sky.
Sometimes they whizzed close by my head as if to scold me
for my curiosity in their offspring; I was a trespasser on my own land.
Next year I will await them, but I think they will not return.
Always the robins return, but knowing swallows as I do. . .
their last year’s nest is sure to sit
lonely and unvisited.
Nov. 24, 2019 for Craig Cornish's "Last Year's Nests" Poetry Contest
(this actually happened several years ago, and the swallows never returned)
Categories:
whizzed, bird,
Form:
Free verse
If you saw a rainbow and you clambered up one side
And then whizzed down the other like it was a massive slide
I have to say it all sounds like a lot of fun to me
But when you got back down again, I wonder where you'd be
I thought that I would find out, and so I gave it a try
The top of that there curve was really high up in the sky
But when I slid back down again, the breeze was really cold
I smacked my toe against a pot: that pot was painted gold
I have to say I had no use for some old painted pot
Or those old coins all painted gold of which there were a lot
I climbed back up that rainbow even though my toe was bent
Then hurtled down to find my landlord waiting for his rent
I told him I was broke until my motor car was sold
He said but that’s a rainbow... did you find no crock of gold
But then the rainbow faded and my guts were in a knot
And I was so dumbfounded, all that I could say was, ‘What?’
Categories:
whizzed, fantasy, rainbow,
Form:
Rhyme
My husband John and I
We're sitting down for tea,
Suddenly I spied
Something black in front of me
John put down his teacup
And with a look of complete surprise
Said, "What was that black thing
That flashed before my eyes?"
The black thing whizzed across the room
Then disappeared out of sight,
We had been out all day so
All our doors and windows
Were closed tight
The room was quiet,
We could not hear a sound
Not the squeak of a mouse
Or the flap of a wing,
In the air or on the ground.
The black thing had vanished,
Into thin air.
No rodent or bird,
Found anywhere.
Was it a bat?
Or baby rat?
Rat's don't fly,
So it couldn't be that.
The black thing flashed past,
At such a pace,
It would help if you were slower to notice features or face.
It seemed to disappear,
Into the air conditioner,
High up on the wall
If it did, there was still no sound,
No chirp, tweet or squawl
We turned off the heating,
In case the black thing
Had got inside
And it had died.
What an evening that turned out to be,
A conundrum indeed for John and me.
We are waiting for a call,
For the technician to take the conditioner
Off the wall.
To solve the mystery
Of who that unwelcome guest can be.
Categories:
whizzed, 10th grade, best friend,
Form:
Rhyme
Their smiles , citizens, unafraid to so do.
Is what brought me back to San Francisco.
I’d get inane ideas , that Chicago was better.
But once back there,I loathed the weather.
Being a Chicagoan, born, I had many warm ties.
But my heart beat only, for San Francisco skies.
I longed to hear the magical cable cars ring.
It seemed my suitcase, in the closet, to that tune , would only sing.
One New Year’s Eve in the midst of an icy snowstorm ,
At a party, I announced. I was moving
back west, to where I belonged!
My dream was met with angst and derision.
The more people said, “No”, they really
cemented my decision.
The decades like a zephyr train , simply
whizzed by.
And I have lived here and met incredible
people under California skies.
Sunny skies, those western, smiles, are a
year round event.
And as my grateful days, come to close,
I pray to heaven, I will be sent!
Categories:
whizzed, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
One evening my dog and I discovered a nature enveloped trail and we went for
a walk. In the dandelion laden grass we encountered a grazing doe with two
identical looking offspring. Unexpectedly, a taller than average woman stepped
out from behind a laurel with her bow drawn and the arrow pointing in our
direction. Frozen with fright, I could not talk.
A golden arrow spiraled from her bow and whizzed by my dog and I. It felt as
though my heart jumped out of my chest and into my throat. With my heart
still racing-I turned to see her intended target. I had such a feeling of relief that
we did not die.
The arrow hit a black panther that had been silently stalking. Upon hitting the
panther, the arrow made a loud popping noise and seemed to disintegrate into
thin air. The arrow left behind a cloud of golden dust and flakes. I was reduced
to jaw-drop gawking.
The black cat shrieked, jumped, and bolted into the wooded darkness. I turned
again to look at the woman and noticed a dog at her side. Her dog had a
slender build, floppy ears, and a narrow face. The woman had long shimmering
blonde hair, blue eyes, and an attitude with a hint of starkness.
She was wearing what appeared to be ancient Greek clothing and knee-high
lace up rawhide boots. And, she was wearing a tiara made with golden leaves
and honey suckle. She had an aura of a goddess. I thought she must have
been reared in the realm of the gods with Mount Olympus being her roots.
This now gentile woman, knelt down, extended her hand, and summoned the
doe and her twins. To my amazement, they complied without hesitation. I
thought she must be a mixture of darkness and light. After all, it’s the
perfection of balance that wins.
After petting the deer, the huntress stood up, nodded in my direction, and
strolled off with her hunting dog into the fir ruled forest and disappeared out
of sight. My dog and I returned home and while doing chores later that
evening, my attention was drawn to a painting that I had of a goddess and her
dog. With wonderment upon my discovery, I grinned with delight.
Categories:
whizzed, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
When I was a mere lad, my Dad always cut my hair,
But as I reached my teens and became much more debonair,
To the bald-headed barber I whizzed in my old hometown,
Seated myself in his chair and plopped my quarter down!
I had never been a paying client at a barber shop before,
So I asked about that red, white and blue pole spinning by the door.
Said he, "It was a sign for barbers doing surgery in the olden day!"
At that I gulped, almost choked and turned a sickly gray!
Done with my hair, he'd shave my neck and brush on lots of powder,
And liberally douse my scalp with Vitalis - I couldn't have been prouder!
His shop reeked of pungent oils and stale tobacco smoke,
It was all I could do to sit there, trying to stifle a choke!
The town barber shop was a place to gossip and hear inane babble,
And was the local hangout for ne'er-do-wells and other idle rabble.
The risque banter invading my naive and delicate ears,
Gave me an education far beyond my tender years!
The tales I heard were of the local women, booze and such.
Though I had some inkling, I didn't understand all that much!
Had my dear devout Mother known what transpired there,
I suspect she would've insisted that Dad continue to clip my hair!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
whizzed, funny, nostalgia, dad, education,
Form:
Rhyme
It was the peak of summer
In St. Mary Mead.
Miss Marple and friend
Had many to feed.
They hired a Butler
To meet their need.
"We must have wine at the party!"
They both agreed.
But like any sleuth,
Miss Marple's eyes
And ears were sharpened.
They became mini spies.
Seemingly scatty
In her old lady guise.
Would hints be dropped?
Or would the guests be wise?
Four mere days prior
An innocent dropped dead.
For out of the blue,
A bullet whizzed through their head!
This was not the topic
Conversed. But instead,
The guests talked trivia.
Pets, careers, kids, bed!
But Marple is not one
Who is easily deceived.
She was more with it
Than people believed.
Dotting I's, crossing T's
She at once perceived.
She shrugged, smiled sweetly
Content and relieved.
"Why should this man be
Brought to my attention?
Why hire him?"
She held the suspension...
All felt the heat
Of the rising tension.
"All is now clear. Though
It was not your intention."
Her eyes swept the room
And stopped, meeting his.
Could it really be him?
What's the meaning of this?
All were astonished.
Dumbfounded. Speechless.
Suspicion fell on the Butler!
Was it him? No or Yes?
Written on July 15th 2022
For the "One In Five 2" contest
Phrase 2 (Suspicion fell on the Butler)
Sponsor: Joseph May
Categories:
whizzed, murder, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
There once was a man right at dawn
That took a long whiz on the lawn
Hairy whizzed on the top
Didn't know when he'd stop
Hard to tell who would start to fawn
Just trying to get Hairy to go outside for his business>>>>LOL
Categories:
whizzed, humor,
Form:
Limerick