Blythe Poems | Examples

The Evidence

When asked if he toked the evil weed,
William Jefferson Clinton (né?Blythe III),
aka, Bill Clinton, we heard, did indeed,
if not totally beyond the pale
these words he spoke,
"I smoked but didn’t inhale,"
and altho' with no proof, yet by the book,
with that he was off the hook.

Then came Monica Lewinsky,
their relationship he lied to hide,
accused with obstruction of justice,
for him to be impeachment-free,
with the mess all down her dress,
the chain of evidence was there to follow,
of the fateful day Bill only had to say,
"She sucked but didn't swallow."

Undaunted In Moonlight

Afraid but totally, to be unsupported,
With not posting, the poetess cavorted!

Till a blythe, joyful spirit appeared,
Allaying all those ghostly fears to disappear!

With that, she penned with saisfacction .
Not even a broken hearft, coud halt her traction!


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Forest Snapshot

cicadas in the trees singing 
to crickets that are in swamp ringing
locusts in plantation eating without hesitation
dragonfly fly in the lake surface and then brake
what a bizarre guy the owl with blinking eye
what a strange nobility of a baron has the heron
the eel writhe in the ancient slime scary like a blythe
while the grasshopper jump into the frog's rump
and the frog scared escape the snake that stared
worried about drought she disappears in the south
this is another day of adventure 
that we have here in nature

Bad Blythe

Bree Black bought Blythe six sets of sheets,
which Blythe soon sold to Susie Shoop.
Sheet seller Susie was so fleet.
She sold, for more, to Clista Coop.
Then choosy Susie bought brown cleats,
fine fritters, and pre-shrunk silk skirts.
Blythe blew her bounty at the mall.
Bree Black found out and was quite curt:
“Sheet slighter, Blythe, you gal with gall,
next time I’ll buy myself chic shirts.”


Date: January 14, 2020
Contest Title: Twist My Tongue Poetry Contest   placed 6th (of 13)
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter


Date: December 24, 2020
Contest: Tongue Twister Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joe Sandler

Drastic Measure

by Wayne Wysocki

There once was a fellow from Blythe
In fear of loosing his life.
    He ended his dread
    Of winding up dead
When he cut off his head with a knife!

Apathy of Time

Blank face with scythe
drips sand like frozen blood
cut from my veins a tithe
for my trouble, slammed door
a choir of entreaty, all poor
like the life sap cut, a dud.

How many you demand blythe
shrugs, with a heart's thud thud
demanding youth, live lithe,
when demanded I gave galore
listing softly now, my life outpours
but your face, blank, still, no good.

Alchemy

"Alchemy"




Begin: Take a Chance on Love


So you’re hurt.
You hurt, you hide 
in your big words
clever camouflage

You say you're ok
in blythe denial 
of all that’s past
that’s ok, write it all away

Take all the time 
you need to make
sense of past bad ryhmes
don't bury your dreams, turning of a dime

"Simple"... beats sophistication every time
Bleeds your heart in time with mine
Try being glib and sublime 
with all the other jumping frogs in the mire

Hey, you’re ok, your heart's beating time
Hey, you’re tomorrow may meet mine

(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)

Erotic Mystery

Erotic Mystery
poem
Lionel Derbyshire

The morning smells like roses 
The night is left behind.
Two bodys rolling over organs 
Waiting and slithering close
There are no walls 
To divide kisses
Hearts are erotic 
Love is rage.
The ecstasy starts
Bodys grow stiff 
Parts are pouting.
Honey flowing streaming 
Fearing no caveats.

The morning smells like roses.

The sheets they slip
Sharp nails etch
Every blue vein in ire 
Crying deep.
The lips rapture
The seduction myteriously.
The eyes are close 
Hearts are pounding , 
Cupid is in loving brace 
such like Eros in blythe
And Aphrodite just lushes about.

Or am I just ..
Swirling bordeaux.

It's Burns Nicht 25th January

Jean, Jean wis young an' alive till Ah gied her tatties and neeps;
Noo she's bein' seek as a dug, it fairly gies me the creeps.

Bonnie Mary O' Argyle took a trip tae the Brig O' Doon,
She took a dook oaf the parapet, ended up nearly bein' drooned!

Wee sleakit, cooerin', timorous beastie, ye must think it a sin!
Aw the lassies a' ever kent, wanted tae stab me wi' a pin.

Blythe Hae a' Been on Yon Hill, where a Tippling Ballad ah Wrote;
Gude Ale Keeps the Heart Aboon, when ye drink an awfy lote.

Child

Child, naked spirit
Expelled from the Creator's 
Loom, where the miracle of life
Wove your perfection
And brought you forth from
The comfort and safety of the womb
Wailing your outrage at so rough
A journey into your mother's arms
Where love and tenderness, fears 
And uncertain tears
Washed away your brief reprieve
Where blythe limpidness
Enfolded you -

Grow little child of innocence
And breathe your warm and trusting breath
Upon the cold windowpane
Of life, and see the mist
That forms, and blocks 
Your view
And causes you to stumble -
And when your mother's arms can no longer
Protect you
You too will bear life's pain
And know its passing delights
And passions
While your breath is warm
Against the cold windowpane
Of life.

Lonely Blythe

Her brain surrounded,
    mind altering chemicals,
       made her life miserable.
memories crowded,
    she was my identical,
        only she got physical.


Take no more pills please...
   Put that drink in your hand down!
       Stimulated confusion.
Don't try to appease,
   if you're not happy then frown,
       hiding contempt illusions.

Gratification,
   you instantly found your high,
      drunk and falling down your stairs.
Anticipation,
   kept waiting for you to fly,
       pretending your debonair.

Incomplete madness,
   you studied sobriety,
      such wasted talented life.
Concrete sadness,
   if only one memory,
      my sweet sister, lonely blythe.

Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: February 22, 2016

The Dancing Girl

A blythe young girl with lively feet,
Said she would rather dance than eat;
So she shook off all the worldly blues,
And put on her dancing shoes.
She danced thru day and danced thru night,
She danced till the stars lost their light;
She danced her lover out of breath,
And danced her husband quite to death.
She danced her beauty all away,
And then she danced the night away;.
Her big toe then went out of joint,
And all the others came to a point.
Still she danced, and waltzed and whirled,
The dizziest girl in all the world.
She danced herself as a spinning top,
Out of breath but could not stop;
Still spinning around, she flew so far,
Then her feet got caught on the point of a star:
And there she danced for all to see,
In all the dark spaces of eternity.

Sexual Preferences 4

I have a favourite type of girl,
But it’s not like I am facile
Nothing wrong with preferences
I just like my girls to be gracile

Sinuous and willowy 
I don’t look for a pretty face
But they should have about them
Some elegance and grace

It takes the like of Nimble Kimble
Or the lovely Lithe Blythe
The aptly named Bendy Wendy
Or Lissom Blossom to feast my eyes

Babylon

There is a new home I have found
A place where even I am renowned.
So many new friends that helped me
Know who and what I am meant to be.

Blythe, Lady,Poison, Rob, Cheri,
Mart, Striker, Charles and Ms D,
To just name a precious few
Who were able to help me through.

They helped see what was inside
All I am and all I was denied.
They all gave graciously time to me,
To talk, to learn, to see and to just be.

This new place is my new haven
It surely keeps me from the craven.
This new home is my new found joy
A place where I know no one will annoy

A place that lets me explore my desires
My new found wants and all that fires.
A place that sings to me like a song
My home is none other than Babylon

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