Best Whoop It Up Poems
Brunette, of hair, my mother's face
I'm known to be a country girl
I like to wear blue denim jeans,
but love to wear a dress of lace
I've made mistakes, to my disgrace
I'm small in size......my eyes are blue
I'm not a prize, have no excuse
I'm the neighbor who will bring you soup
Good music fills my eyes with tears
Love hula hoops. Loops in my ears
Can toss a ball, and whoop it up
I can ride a horse, and wear the boots
Don't wear a crown, I'm not a queen
But I am keen on my clean house
I'll lend an ear, I am a friend
My favorite food might be ice cream
A double scoop, I beg you please?
I'll bathe the dog, I give good hugs
I'll rub your back when you are ill
I'll judge you not...won't hold a grudge
A movie fan, read quite a lot
I thrive on love, I'll love you too
Can fix most things with Elmer's glue
Can stretch a dime, make old things new
I love antiques and have a few
My family ties are iron strong
And stronger as the days grow long
I hope to light my little world
With poetry, some bad, some good
I've paid my dues.....with ups and downs
A small town girl, who gets around
I try to keep an open mind
I hope to God, that I've been kind
And hope to find a friend in you
So that's scoop, ..... a double dip
I'll say adieu' ...., and finish it !
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Submitted For "A Poet's Bio"
Contest sponsored by Tammy Reams
Categories:
whoop it up, introspection,
Form:
Bio
upon reaching the frozen summit,
the mountaineers jump in jubilation,
then proudly unfurl and firmly plant
the damp flag of their faraway nation;
oh, how they noisily whoop it up,
strutting in chest-thumping elation,
slapping each other's shoulders
in riotous joy and celebration;
ecstatic over what seems to them
is a real monumental conquest,
a sense of having personally tamed
the awesome, looming Mt. Everest!
nearby, squatting, huddling close,
handling the baggage of each climber,
seven sturdy, veteran Sherpa guides,
through the years, still quietly wonder:
what really is the big, big deal
these batches of city folks make
out of just standing on this peak,
a slow, boring trek for its own sake?
what is there fit to brag about
in climbing slowly and leisurely,
unburdened by loads of provisions
the silent Sherpas carry for a fee?
why, with modern climbing gears,
an alert chopper hovering above,
food supplies, gadgets, equipment,
they're luckier than a winter dove!
but really, what they can do in days
Sherpa lads hunting in the wilderness,
with less preparation, on short notice,
can easily do in just a day or even less !
Categories:
whoop it up, adventure, nature, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Caught Watching **** on the Internet
By Elton Camp
Bruce was still a young pup
Never known to whoop it up
About the Internet he didn’t inquire
Computers seemed not to inspire
He didn’t have a Facebook page
He was far below minimum age
Not a single e-mail had Bruce ever got
Thus, no need to put him on the spot
That **** he might attempt to view
Not a person suspected or knew
I came home unexpectedly one day
“Horrors!” is what I had to say
At the computer sat young Bruce
He didn’t offer a word of excuse
A sexual scene was in plain view
I hardly knew what to do
A 6itch having sex was on the screen
A shocking thing to have seen!
“Bruce, I didn’t think you could do this!
Now your supper you’re going to miss.”
“Though only a young dog you be,
Such stuff you aren’t allowed to see.”
In your doghouse you must dwell
Until I get past my angry spell
Categories:
whoop it up, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Bare back home sweet home,
snuggled up with my gal Nezzy.
We whoop it up with revelry
in blue and green pastures.
Crunching apples and carrots -
no more beggaring for treats.
My former master nods, as
we pass on streets of gold.
She admires me and smiles,
then gallops into time and space.
No more barns, fleabag beds;
No restraints — it’s the living end.
Plenty of room to roam with friends.
The muscles of this horse in full tide.
My mane ebbs and flows so clean.
My hooves like a clanging train.
Snuggled Up with my gal Nezzy.
Bare back home sweet home.
3/11/2020
Michelle Faulkner’s Some Paradise Where Horses Go Contest
Categories:
whoop it up, horse, paradise,
Form:
Personification
In the dance of bees and flight of birds,
In flocks dancing high aloft in the sky,
lies the collective wisdom of a crowd of things,
that have, so-called swarm consciousness it seems.
But, there's no conductor or leader to guide the intricate ballet,
No single mind orchestrates the dance,
No single purpose drives the collective fray,
As the swarm twists and swirls, hither and thither they go
In a wondrous dynamic coordinated display,
That creates a harmonic crescendo performance, only swarms know.
When one outside member of the flock randomly
feels the urge to divert its path
all its nearby neighbors follow suit
Each member is aligned to the those immediately close by,
left and right, front and back,
all around them, lying close in formation.
So one twist, turns another, and another, and another.
One twirl, curls and swirls the mob in unison,
as all others follow suit.
So it's one for all, it's all for one, it's all in, in the show.
The swarm's intelligence is simply
driven by the birds, bees, fish, bugs and gnats
urge is stay, with togetherness in a crowd
to swarm and whoop it up,
in joyous flight,
Joie de vivre!
Categories:
whoop it up, bird, fish, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Three dozen or so revelers whoop it up.
Prince''s signature smash-hit song, "1999"
Is blasting top volume on loud speakers.
A rollicking party reaches a fever pitch
Libations flow freely like a mountain stream.
In less than an hour of frenzed fun, not one,
But two party goers stagger out of the venue.
The first out with a bottle of beer still in hand
Trips and falls; the second can barely stand.
The rollicking party is disturbing the neighbors
As inhibitions are loosened, fun turns
Disastrous; common sense takes a holiday.
One drunk projectile vomits on the wrong guy.
He gets decked on the kisser for his troubles
Far too many have taken Prince's song seriously.
Oh, party they sure did, as if there were no tomorrow.
The party grew increasingly rowdy
Fisticuffs break out and chaos balloons
Out of control. Before long, police sirens blare.
Cops have arrived to shut the party d
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Categories:
whoop it up, drink, fun, music, people,
Form:
Narrative