Best Wus Poems
A angry sky, as cauld as Loch Lomon'
fair drew me out from cot o' peat, an' bed.
The wolves wus wailin', an' thund'r respond'd
Ah gather'd tam, me tartan, an' dug Red.
To 'orse ah took an' found the 'erd sam 'urt.
The 'ungry wolves 'ad already fed.
Inta the bi'er blaw, the rill ah skirt
thro braes a white, t'ward ham an' fire burnin'
the bleatin' sheep, the 'orse an' ah alert.
We wud mak it hame, stomaches churnin'
O smell the peat fire on the wild wind now,
'ear the cows faint distant ca', a lowin'
'erself wud know, we'r near ta the brow.
Noo, we 'ad beat the storm hame, an' kep' me vow.
Dedicated to Jimbo Goff & James Fraser
and the spirit of Robin Burns
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Categories:
wus, absence, culture, faith, farm,
Form:
Terza Rima
.
I saw her's at the
distance
I tried the whistle
It flew out like
tweety bird's
caught by sylvester
featherz and
all
hern soon
oke
choked
Hitherto
i whistle not
at fine
hers'
her's
lets lips
mine
not
*i ofttimes spill the nouns (the)hers
:>shemales; i meant, females..(did so ')
(the)shes
therefore I explicate and may the poetic astute
accept mine artistic license :) hers: females... 'period'
shes: the feminine plural ;) oh stop ,)
edvard'z lisp and *sensitive feel> (fem~i~nine)
^:uh wight guy ') her's: possessive
* oke^ hern: belongs to her e.g. her's, in the broader sence; 'twuz her decision I.e; the poet, can say "her breast were in mine maws", yet, wus it her decision that her breast were there(the 'terse' poet would need to explicate, cramming hiz lisp with unnecessary werdz)..but, if the poet (i exspecially)exclaimed; "hern" breast were in mine maws", hiz readerz intuitively would know, that 'she gave' her breast up willingly(her decide). If the poet exclaimed; "hern pussie wuz pink"
^('she' lets poet see it's
pink
etc.)
i pray there be shes reserving sum hern for mine
indulge....words...that's what i well i tried to meant ')
Categories:
wus, analogy, imagery,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Okay, tomorrow Father's dayy & i'm sitting here thankingg about all my father's done for me . . Yeaa, he gave me money from time to time, but it wus nuthang compared to what momma gave (: , she gave up her teenage life just to raise me how she wanted me and she worked hard to keep a roof over my head with plenty of food . . if i had a personal problem, momma was first to know and momma knows me better than ANYONE..! Yess, i tell my friend about this & that, but believe it or not ;; my momma gone always know ! If i lost my viginity, momma knows & momma can try to stop me, but most likely imaa listen to myself & go down the wrong road.. my momma keeps my head up and on tha right track . . she's my motivation and righht hand ;; i may act a fool from time to time, but my momma gone ALWAYS be here ! whn friendss walk away and family is no where to be found, momma gone always be right by my side with a shoulder to cry on, a smile to share, and a ear to listenn;; Whenever my inquiring mind wants to know something.. momma knows the answer and its the best one in tha world (: her love is like no other andd she's my EVERYTHING !! she carries her label "Momma" to the fullest and ionn care what NOBODY says, " MY MOMMA IS THE BEST ONE AROUND : D " .!
- if you wnna get respected by youur label "Momma OR Daddy"; Yu gotta takee care of your responsibilities (: ,
momma took care of BOTH sides of responsibilites, so i stand here today as a young adult in the making wishing her a happy father's dayy (: , i love yu mommiee !
*Oan' Happy Fatherss day Gmaa ` Dana Davis`
&& Happy father's day to all the othr mothers out making thangs happen and working hard for their kidss . . .!
"Happy father's to the brave men, the real men, the men that accept their responsibilities and never turned their back on their children, and thank you to the great mothers that embrace the challenges of playing the role of both mother and father for their children when those cowardly men were never there to face their own responsibilities... Happy father's day!" - LexussJonessSaid It Bestt (: -
Categories:
wus, daughter, family, father, mother,
Form:
Zila 'the killa' chinchilla as he was known
Sat in his villa on his golden throne
He was a marvel a maverick a real joker
A prancer, a chancer, a lifelong nonsmoker
Our boy 'the killa'.
Never mediocre, always bodacious
With girls he was, I say, flirtatious
Feeling alive never monotonous so audacious
Fur so soft they cried "goodness gracious".
That a boy the killa.
He put his looks to use
Cringey styles gave him abuse
On the catwalk flawless a real Zeus
Shuffling on four feet he did enthuse
The little bugger was let loose
Our furry friend the killa!
He did play hardball he made a racquet
His fame put him in a new tax bracket
Shops now selling his slick leather jackets
The naysayers who said he won't hack it
Killa's chirping like a feathery blue tit
Our dear old friend the Killa!
If there's something the Killa can teach us
To profit in this world you gotta have guts
Analyze that minus and change it to a plus
He made no fuss he never cussed
Call him a wus he will go nuts
He's one of us, the Killa!
Categories:
wus, celebration, confidence, dedication, giggle,
Form:
Limerick
Thistledown wus his name and sometimes he stung, well actually his stem stung. The stinkers gave him a bad name, they did! Handsome wus he. Aye, the ladies loved him. Coming near to his full bushy head of royal purple pomp, thought he smelled good too, they did, bees to his honey.
Summer time was his time, the time to bloom. His thorns served as fairy swords. An', on mass, he an' his guarded the fey's mound. Thistledown kept the cows from trampin' the wee ones. An' the cow plops from offendin' the Royal's wee noses. No hoof falls made treacherous the field's lay.
Suren, he wus sharp this fine boyo. He did 'ave a soft side, a sure sweetness. When fall's goddess Mordron* brought the chill down, he softened. Queen Mab* sent fey to catch his whitened crownin' glory, as each strand, a silken treasure, soft fell and so, Ole Thistle lost his head, for from his crown, and its down, wur made sheets of silken softness for the Tuatha De Danaan's* beds.
*Goddess Mordron/Welsh mythology, Modron ("divine mother")
* Queen Mab of the Fairy
* Tuatha De Danaan pre-Christian gods represented as heroes or fairies.
[Tribes of the goddess Dana]
Categories:
wus, imagination, time,
Form:
Free verse
By Elton Camp
Howdy, Leroy, how’s you and you’rn?
I ain’t seed you since th' baby was born.
Livin’ way up hear in th’ mountain,
Of th’ days I sorta lose accountin’.
Well, Jim, as fur as I kin tell
We’se doing tolerable well.
Lulu’s marriage has at last been laid.
Wuz getting’ afeared she be an old maid.
Kinda bad fer her to be publicly seen.
When she’s wuz single at fourteen.
And Bubba’s got as big as a bear.
He’s ugly enough to throw a scare.
What kind of job did Bubba ever get?
He wuz always too lazy t’ break a sweat.
Fer him, schoolin’ wus a mite too tough.
Th’ schoolmarm made it mighty rough.
Bubba ain’t been around for many a day.
Because off to a college he went away.
Jim looked at Leroy with suspicious doubt.
Since he had to wonder what that was about.
Nothin’ like thet I’ve ever seed.
Why old Bubba, he can’t even read.
Hit must be you has money to burn.
How, in college, can Bubba learn?
Leroy realized that he hadn’t made it plain
How at a college big Bubba could remain.
You has plumb th’ wrong idea there, Jim.
Bubba ain’t studyin’. They’se studyin’ him.
Categories:
wus, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
When I be out cuttin mye graiss befo,
Duh Lawd gimmie a sign.
Least ways iffin hit wus not duh Lawd
Maybe sumpthin else, cause
Duh Lawd He don’t want no body
usin His name fur a laiff.
So I be starten ovuh hyar,
wif mye tell.
When I do be out cuttin mye graiss befo,
sumpthin gimmie a sign.
Quick as a jack rabbit wid one hine laig
I be done named a new daince.
Hit be duh far aint stomp.
Yessuhree, I fount myeseff
ankle deep in far aints on duh inside mye paints.
Knee deep in them thangs on duh outside.
Whachoo gonna do widdum?
Well, I commenced to stomp thet laig.
Hit felt so good I commenced to stomp
t’other jus out of puor delyt.
First thang I knowed, I had stompt down
a whole row uv Dixie Lee Pees (sp?)
and twenny hills of peenuts (sp?)
People allus sez thet duh laist time
whut dey gots bit bye a far aint
Hit bees duh wussest bite ever
and dey allus say thet hit bees duh biggest, baddest
far aint whut evuh lived.
Annen dey turns around five minits later
Adder dey done squshed dat biggest,
baddest, far aint whut evuh lived.
And don’t choo know dey gits bit by
one meaner, badder, an bigger.
When I gits restid up by toomar
I’ll be puttin’ on a liddle music
sumwhir out of site of mye wife
and I’ll see iffin I caint rermember
how to do thet stomp.
23 aug 2010 For Paula's "Poetry's sake" contest
Categories:
wus, funny
Form:
Free verse
i used to bee the T'keyah Thatt -
Laughed at others whn they were hurt,
cared only about myself,
played entirely too muchh,
thought i wus [above] othrs whn it came to my education,
tried to be bestfriends with the teacher,
only went places with Alexis Rutherford
always put it in my head that i would NEVER disappoint my mother,
& stayed mad at my father because he wus never in my lifee . .
, but thn -
middle school camee alonee,
boys caught my eyes,
teachers weren't like they were at Vineville Academy,
my mind became maturer thn my agee,
i wus introduced to more thangs for older kids,
i convinced myself to question my father about thangs i wantd to know
& i looked at life wayyyy differennt .
Thiss Causedd -
me to separate myself from others,
my mind to wonder on . .
me to act up jus for attention,
mee to do the thangs my mind wondered about,
me to understand why my daddy wus never here [im still trying to understand]
& mee to do simple thangs to fit in , but only to find out that once its gone, you never get it back:/
But Noww -
I'm that T'Keyah who -
is always smilingg
always helping others
forever giving advice even whn i cnt take my own,
always waiting for others to realize that once I'm gone, you'll regret the way you treated me,
always crushing on someone,
always laughingg cause its just that fun,
always makingg ppl smile even whn i'm down in the dumps myself,
always crying behind closed doors//
always blaming herself
always lying to herself to make her believe certain thangs.
is missing her uncle jay
thinks nobody loves her,
always questioning "Why" on her life from back in the past,
BUT NEVER regretting any of it, because at one point in time. . that's exactly what she wanted:))
Categories:
wus, life, teen, father, father,
Form:
Sound of a song softly sung rose in the air and through windows
Barred to let air and light in and little else.
A lament sung in Gaelic tongue foreign to ears used to French,
But its meaning understood bringing tears .
Longingly she peered through the bars over the countryside and trees,
Fine they looked in their fresh green coats.
White cloud scarse in the azure blue of afternoon sunlight,
Her heart broken in myriad pieces.
In this old castle surrounded by water was this to be her fate,
To die in a stony room of shadows.
Her resolve it grew and plans were formed to escape this place,
Meeting a friend of old named Douglas.
One dark night a boy crept close holding a key for the wooden door,
Disguised as a woman of servitude she escapes.
In a small boat on the dark waters of the loch oars slashing ,
Taking her away inch by inch .
Fearful of pursuit by her captors hearing the oars dipping,
Hoping the dark night would cloak .
Was it a failed marriage that brought her here trickery abound,
Perhaps because I am a woman bold.
A queen she was of royal descent staunch in her beliefs
Castigated by a bitter old man .
Tricked and used by men of power abuses beyond her ken,
Unable in accepting a Queen especially o a different faith
Gaiety an sobriety wurnae fur them.
Allus dressed in black lukin like giant craws
Strutting aboot as if they themsells were yon creaturs o the Earth,
Using their Holy Buik tae tell ithers whit tae dae,
Nae room fur forgiveness frae them big craws.
They plotted oan weys tae rid themsells o this decadent Queen,
Ne,er mind that she wus Queen o their laund
Rather be under Eglish Liz she wis a protestant efter aa.
How foolish ur the plans o men who hae a conceit o themsells.
Who wid use ithers tae dae the durty work
Aa tae keep therr ain hauns clean an free o blud,
But a budy kens who they wur especially therr Goad abune
Lookin doon oan those who plot tae kill,
Tae further therr oan station an fortune.
Gawin agin whit the Guid buk seys deceived intae
Daein the work o the deil.
Shame o these guid men o Scotlands past,
Shame oan therr deceitful weys
An tae thie dey their descendents dae the same,
Selling an betraying therr kintrey for profit an gain.
Andy McIntyre 16/05/2021.
Categories:
wus, abuse, anger, conflict, fear,
Form:
Ballad
Jock stumbled - pals called him a wus
(No injury was obvious)
But Jock bruised his willy
And now he feels silly
With todger strapped up in a truss
Thanks to my friend who set me a challenge to get Jock Strap in a poem
07/13/21
Categories:
wus, body, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Jock stumbled - pals called him a wus
(No injury was obvious)
But Jock bruised his willy
And now he feels silly
With todger strapped up in a truss
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
Old Jock had injured and bruised his man thing
His doc said "Jock, you'll need a tartan sling"
He's now looking quite built
Bulging under his kilt
Lassies swoon when he does the Highland fling.
After a week his thing turned black and blue
Jock said "hoots mon, what am I ganna do"
But he'd left it too late
Doc had to amputate
And now poor Jock has to sit on the loo.
WRITTEN BY TOM CUNNINGHAM
He washed his new jock, it was new
So it tightly embraced both its crew
But after the race
Oh what a disgrace
His now aching partners were blue
WRITTEN BY JOHN LAWLESS
Jock stumbled and he landed face down
Injuring the jewel in his crown
His bruised pride and joy swelled
By awe it was beheld
Jock's tackle became talk of the town.
The doctor said I know just the thing
To give support to your ding-a-ling
Doc got Jock's bits strapped up
Jock swore and he cussed
For doc said it could be longstanding.
Jock's dilemma can be seen by all
He's going nuts because of the fall
He's craving free willy
To swing willy-nilly
And longs to unstrap his cannon ball.
WRITTEN BY BELLE BELLEVUE
Now Jock knew about liquid nitrogen
But sprayed on far more than he might have done
So just when it mattered
One tap and it shattered
And Jock said Hoots mon, me old fright’ner’s gone
He said Doc, I need a new caber
My wife has never gone through labour
The Doc held his gaze
Grabbed three treble A’s
And sewed on on a three foot light sabre
WRITTEN BY TERRY FLOOD
Jock managed to get his willy banged up,
He cried loud like a little newborn pup,
Stayed in bed a week,
It hurt to take a leak,
All because he slipped on his sippy cup
WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y
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Categories:
wus, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
in reality we all say, its nuthang like the first time. .
but what could we possibly be talmboud ?
in my case, i would usually be talmboud loosing my virginity, but itss nuthang like that!
its nuthangg like the first time whn love almost blew my mind.....
It wus like the perfect little love story , written all outt . .
movies every weekend withh three othr friends, chillinn' everyy friday, & sunday!,
kisses everyyDAY! & a mother N' law and daughter N' law connection..
if i wusn't in my right mind, i wouldv'e thought that it wus `Truu` love, but now that i look at ALL the imperfections that i ignored , i see that it wus FAR from `Truu` lovee ;/ .
some ppl say i played myself for you & i couldn't much agree more causee i see it now . .
i knew youu had ths chick & that bxtch on thaa side, but i wus too young/ dumb/ & blinded by what i thought wus love that i simply ignored thee fact that youu were jus usinn me for some type of confidence boostt
now that i look backk on all those words we shared,
the memories never forgotten,
& the fact that i said i'd always be here & for some reason i [ meant ] it . .
but i guess tha only reason wus because youu said it back, but the only difference is you DIDN'T mean it !
now i'm still stuckk while you're lovinn her & i'm stuck trying to find that one boy who reminds me of you. .
i came across a few, but it felt too good to be truu :// ..
now youu're leavinn out of sight,but still in mind &
i'm sad, still loving you & mad because i cnt rewind!
if youu ONLY kneww . . . .
Categories:
wus, lost love, love, love,
Form:
Let me tell you something sweetie
Let me tell you something chile
Come ova heyah
And talk to gran’ma fo’ a while
I see yo’ face is twist’d
And yo’ eyes is dark and they is cold
I rarely see that in tha young ones
But mos’ly in those who old
I’s watched yo thro’out
Yo hectic and unstable life
Taking on so much grief
And havin to deal with so much strife
I see yo hearts been hardened
And yo eyes dey look so bad
And for a young one
This is very, very bad
You is supposed ta know sunshine
And have some blue skies
Not have so much pain
That’s darkened them bright eyes
Now ya see I’ve climbed some mountains
And been in some valley’s low
There wus some times
I aint know where to go
But I got through
Thas why I stand befo’ you now
To tell ya that you can make it
Some way and some how
You see man is a terrible creatura’
And will treat ya bad
He’ll make you spit, make a curse
And jus make ya’ mad
Man will say that you can’t make it
And that you aint very sma’t
Well darlin’ I’m here to tell ya
That life is a art
You have to masta it
Like some math or some clay
And once you do, Ha!
What will man have ta say
He’ll be so angry at you
For provin him wrong
That he’ll say
Yo’ success aint gonna last long
But ignore ‘em
And hold yo head high
Why honey if you want
You can touch da sky
Now rememba these words
That yo gran’ma say to you
And in times of trouble
They’ll bring ya through
Categories:
wus, black african american, childhood,
Form:
G'day friends, I'll be fer intraducin' me self ta ye. I be Periwinkle, cook ta the High Court of Fairieand teller of tall tales. Hang a peony seed round ye wee ones necks, so ye donna lose them ta the fairie and I'll begin.
Todays tale is of Asclepias's pod boats. Fer drunk wus God on Ascle's wine when He made the whole world.
As told, Mordan had brought fall to the land and stalks dried. They fell from Ascle's arms as charcoal gray pods. The soldiers of the Seelie* Court took them and made boats with butterfly sails. How proud wus Auscle that his milkweed pods would serve the Fey King. All of Auscle's parts were precious ta the fey his seeds served as stuffin' for the Fey Courts gamesons. His flowers brought butterflies. And so, as fall passed to winter Auscle's gave, he gave his life's blood to heal the wounded, his boats brought war.
*Asclepias Milkweed
*Seelie are the good fairy the beautiful ones
Categories:
wus, children,
Form:
Narrative
relationships start out like a thousand pound ship, brand new with no chips or rips, no doubt that youll make it, with hands held side by side ready to get on lifes wild ride, still questions to define and trust knots to un-tie, hoping wut they say is not a le, so u try to find wuts on the other side of there mind,. but then u unlock there internal mansion and realize it's not wut u ever could imagine. but u want to help more then anything, but sometimes when u help it seem like u mess up everything, its really quite interesting. how do opposites become such a great match, like one has a hook and the other has a latch, destined to attach and clash goin 90 on the freeway all good then crash., leave on eachother tattoos or a rash. different each time, u eather want them with u forever or want to say goodbye, somwtimes u want love to multiply or divide, i dont know exactly, it would grow make u happy or end very badley. could go on and on about how love could be there then be gone, much to long to expalaine wus right and wuts wrong. cuz no relationship is the same just a little bit similare in a way
Categories:
wus, relationship,
Form:
ABC