Think what you might of had
You had scurvy, big toes the size of your defeat
Think what you might of had
Passing through a portal of cidal haunts
A car of my dreams all paid and cream
What we always had
Inkering heart to fight for fairness and freedoms art
When the Earth sighed and we all held our breathe
Opening air of nights burnt and sounds Peoples boozed hope
Verifying fermented truth
Did it all float away
Or we just survive better in spheres of silence victories sung only by finches and sparrows
Back to the cave some have run
But more fight to keep each other in sight
No laws but one sight one breathe and a team
It's about winning through laurels and promise
What is news is slight of hand
A jester a pawn
The tired his song
The end should linger
In posed thought and absent trigger fingers
Which lie is closer
To follow what you believe
A life carved hollow but contently rests upon the dusty shelf
Categories:
boozed, cute love, fate,
Form: Free verse
He was known to be a carefree dandy
Once he got boozed up with brandy
Driving his new car
He felt flying in the air
He wailed, “The brake doesn’t come handy”
Because of over speed, broke the car’s tier
Hit it on a tree with a thud severe
Some people came running
They saw him screaming
In pain, he was springing in the air!
He was lifted up in an ambulance,
With scars all over his countenance.
Some accompanied him
Inside it was quite grim
He was kept under careful observance
Slowly he showed signs of improvement
On limp legs, there were signs of movement
When steadied in health,
Was sad on ill gotten wealth.
On wheels, resolved not to be negligent.
March.2.2022
Tall Tale 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Jeff Kyser
Categories:
boozed, car, care, drink,
Form: Limerick
i was young free and single
working at the Hilton
everything was simple
and i was having real fun
Julio and Ciaran
dancing on the speakers
boozed up and thrilling
happiness our weakness
Categories:
boozed, drink,
Form: Rhyme
Now is the winner of our disco tent comp
Maids glorious shimmer by
This sun on my Yorkie
Puffing clouds as Lorde plays in our house
In the deep base of the ocean eyes buried
Our brows found with sweated wreaths;
Our boozed arms
hands up for chocolate moments
Ring the alarms whoop whoop its the sound of the police
Our wayward marches due to delightful measures.
Grim has got his visa
The aged war has smoothed
And how, instead of mourning barbered heeds
Too light the soles of playful sand shoes
He rolls papers nimbly in a unisex chamber
To the languished pleasing of a Dr Dre loop
Have no shape for sport or tricks
Norwegian made dubious furniture not to last
I am that rude
Stamping on your majestic Magnum
To strut before
What you wan't man
I will cut that tail
Fair is my complexion
Cheated by the creature
Breaking is my nature
Deranged, not ends, start and not to stop
Breathing on this world, scared
your mind made up,
So tamely and in fashionably time
Take a step past my dogs that bark
It may be your last
Categories:
boozed, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Now is the winner of our disco tent comp
Maids glorious shimmer by
This sun on my Yorkie
Puffing clouds as Lorde plays in our house
In the deep base of the ocean eyes buried
Our brows found with sweated wreaths;
Our boozed arms
hands up for chocolate moments
Ring the alarms whoop whoop its the sound of the police
Our wayward marches due to delightful measures.
Grim has got his visa
The aged war has smoothed
And how, instead of mourning barbered heeds
Too light the soles of playful sand shoes
He rolls papers nimbly in a unisex chamber
To the languished pleasing of a Dr Dre loop
Have no shape for sport or tricks
Norwegian made dubious furniture not to last
I am that rude
Stamping on your majestic Magnum
To strut before
What you wan't man
I will cut that tail
Fair is my complexion
Cheated by the creature
Breaking is my nature
Deranged, not ends, start and not to stop
Breathing on this world, scared
your mind made up,
So tamely and in fashionably time
Take a step past my dogs that bark
It may be your last
Categories:
boozed, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Is the memory still alive?
Creaking bed, bottles of wine
Your toilsome heft against mine...
We were both boozed up
I stumbled on your lap.
Is the memory still clear?
Overthrown pillows, a stained sheet,
Visible marks and entangled feet--
We were both consumed by fire
Ablazed by the need-- urges and desire--
Is the memory still there?
How my scream broke the stillness of the night
How my fingers dug vertical lines, as hard as I might
How you coerced yourself into mine
And the erratic whisper that I will just be fine.
Is the memory still present?
When the rain pattered and all we shared was a raging storm
Got lost in nirvana-- savored its tangy form--
Shall we hearken back to the intrusion?
Or shall we consider it a nonsensical hallucination?
Categories:
boozed, beautiful, emotions, image, lost
Form: Rhyme
Waggery waggery a blown-up man
He was so fidgety when I was ten
He tossed up his head to make good his wager
He wanted to be a Sergeant but became a badger
And bully-ragged Harry our village mailman.
Waggery waggery galloping down the road
Punched through the ice and smashed into a toad
The toad was mad enough to chew his hats
Boozed up full whack as he had lost his bets
His plan was utterly bitterly flawed.
Waggery waggery not qualified for the job
'Just a blip', he said when attacked by a mob
Then he built a hut and stashed his wife in pits
Shook his head, 'good or bad?''Them as has, gits'
Went to my house at X'mas eve like blob.
Pure Childlike Fun and Enthusiasm Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
DOE: 21st June, 2018
Categories:
boozed, fun, funny,
Form: Rhyme
I boarded flight 911 to Tripoli
Looking forward to some time in the sun
Beaches and babes and a whole lotta fun
Oh no, Oh no was supposed to be 811 to Italy
The fellow beside me looked somewhat hagged
His suicide vest was a wee bit ragged
I begged him please, to hold the cord
Can’t you wait for a flight when my wife’s aboard?
He was looking up towards the sky
I could see there was no humor in his eye
He called me names of this I am sure
Me I heard Infidel and western whore
I asked him if he knew the date or time?
In a week or so I said all will be fine
On July 4th you can have yourself an explosive crime
Fireworks galore and then off to Allah you will shine
Me I hope this flight will land
With Akmed holding his explosive band
Around his waste, it was diffused
Cause in my wisdom I got him boozed
Categories:
boozed, firework, funny, paradise, ,
Form: Light Verse
Putin rides Russia’s pride
Cheers ring nation wide
Swept along by the tide
No matter, Putin’s stride
Putin derides all global calls
Jeering at the soft flung balls
High on the home-pep of it all
Playing pride before he falls
Before today Putin was creaking
Students raised aside his speaking
Syrian brokering coated his ceiling
Olympic grandeur won a believing
The party swings high on the pep
Unseeing past the next high step
Boozed out to the dawning inept
Recessions pill awaits there, swept
Putin cynically prides pop calls
Crimean homing serving the all
But the gain will pain, come the fall
Come the reality of Putin’s new wall
It’s swallowing will cost his people
Harpooned by his Bolshevik needle
Freedoms put-on by the Putin spiteful
And recession bites like a razer-ball
Putin’s pride, his hoodwinking call
Subterfuge designed for his win all
Knowing oppression awaits cat calls
When pride bites deep... before the fall
Categories:
boozed, political,
Form: Rhyme
There almost was an invasion
By the french but was foiled
A wench stopped the battalion
By getting them well oiled
Jemina N had the gumption
To take them to the inn
Rushed them to the publican
Whose beer was served within
She soon rallied up the women
Dressed in national dress
French thought it was a battalion
Surrended with no fuss
No thoughts on Bristol and London
No longer wanted to fight them
So was a foregone conclusion
No courage in boozed men.
To honour these brave welsh women
A tapestry was made
A pretty commemoration
To women of Fishguard
Thanks to the feisty West Walian Women led by Jemina Nicholas. In 1797 the French intension to invade Bristol and London, was foiled. Last attempt for anyone to invade Britain
Penned by Seren Roberts
9th January 2013
Categories:
boozed, history, women, women,
Form: Quatrain
newport, ohio
one man butcher
pizza palace
boozed drunks riding four wheelers or
riding horses through woods on tow path in winter
air filled with burning greens
causing fog to roll down to family owned gas station
yet on the horizon
the sportsman club
gleams with sharp lights as
shooters aim to win
on the other horizon
congregation singing every sat. night
and sunday morning
Categories:
boozed, funny,
Form: Free verse
The day after my father's death,
It was a fool's day of April 1st
When the sun and the moon
Strived to block each other,
And the whole world trembled with fear.
I ran hurriedly to my mother's house
Where I hoped to hide with my fiancee
Who broke my heart,
And whom I loved as my self
But I found a snake on the bench.
I was shocked and ran crazy again
To my bosom friend who had already boozed.
I questioned her about what had happened,
She just smiled and finally laughed at me.
Oh, no! Ask your nose,
It's near to you.
I became puzzled,
And naughty I answered her
Till I begun to dose.
But as soon as I went to sleep,
I heard the dogs burking,
And a low sound of someone knocking.
I woke up quickly and I opened the door
But only to my surplise,
She was my fond mom
Who was seriously dancing naked,
And running around the house as if she was mad!
I brutally scolded her
And she immediately stopped it,
Then she cried once and collapsed.
Oh! Whenever i think of her,
I remember that day!
Categories:
boozed, funnyday,
Form: I do not know?