Bossed Poems | Examples

The Outcast Dove

The outcast dove sits alone, apart
From the rest of those who shared the start
Of the journey that has led them here
And left some full of dread and fear

Its bills and coos don't matter now
For the line they choose does not allow
Separation from the flock and roost
Different, and the choice - the noose

That leaves it twisting in the wind
Hanging there without a friend
That wind whose loft brought all along
And fills each lung with life and song

Allows the soul to separate
To fill, to fly, but not inflate
Yes, from the flock, but not the soul
That one lone thing we can control

  Left hanging there is what is lost
  Relations now the tempest tossed
  Suspension left to bear the cost
  Of souls refusing to be bossed

Relations never really die
They linger in that endless sky
Surrounding ev'ryone we know...
The air that lives in ev'ry soul

Count Muscula and Trumpenstein

What wet dreams come from his coffin?
Batty X-streams sent too often!
But if Musk we bossed
He’d be miffed and crossed
Which means his stiff part would soften

Chicks who've seen the beast's orange flow
Know Trump the con-fused-sex-parts bro
Has a thread sewn stitch
Which makes his tool glitch
So to Igor’s lab he should go

Go Back Home

Go back home Hilda said to her farm pets, especially you, Duck.
They all stopped and stared. Now you’ve done it said Luck.
He was the rooster who was always bossed around by his wife.
You’re turning back too she said, if you want a good life.

Hilda gave a wave to the wives of her waddling pets.
She knew they would take care of it, so she’d have no frets.
The rooster made a mistake and took another foot in her direction.
You’d best turn around now, his wife crowed without much affection.

Poetry

Poetry is meant to be
Out the blue and honestly
Like a lampshade vertically
Standing tall in victory

In a crowd or all alone
Poetry is not so prone
To be read or said out loud
On a cruise or in a cloud 

Expensive in terms of time
Poetry is more than rhyme
Rhyme is fine but rote is worse
Simon says a simple curse

Poetry is like the sky
Sharing some is way up high
When I can I spread my wings
For the love of learning things

Fantasy is a pure delight
Like a tale before a kite
Needing me and kneading right
Feeds a friendly appetite

On a voyage out to sea
Some are bossed or sailing free
Some are lost or meant to be
In a book of poetry.

Funny Cake

She asked us for a funny cake
None of us understood
Until the seven-year-old heard the request
I know what grandma wants she told us
She recruited several cousins
They formulated the perfect cake
Wild knows wild said my husband
He ought to know
He was raised by one
And is being bossed now by the other

What Fun

What Fun!
I worked in a small call centre once
The boss was fed up of being bossed about
So left his job and set up his own call centre
He became his own boss and my boss
Gave me a job dialling varied accounts
In the US UK and Australia 

Including tech support surveys sales
Plus education and B2B accounts
I learnt so much in my year with him
It was different and challenging

Each day was different even fun
I was gal agents cry I saw guys battle
We work drank sang ate danced  
In my first year of BPO work
I’d do it all again oh what fun!

For This Our Love

For this our love is not displaced when reaching for the stars
The gratitude that we misplaced by killing one of ours
The greater good is living well when providence is near
The keeper of our destiny is holding up the rear

The hope of all humanity is not a bigger fight
But how we lose our vanity by doing what is right
The miracle of peace on earth is not a vain pursuit
The promise of our victory is finally taking root

The world is lost to what is bossed and what is left to gain
But freedom’s flag is still unfurled along the fruited plain
The children of a noble birth are not inclined to war
For greatness is the common good of those who died before

The future is our joyfulness when we are free from hate
For enmity is not the spring that passes for a gate
The way to love our fellow man is not to die in war
But how we live in happiness to make our blessings sure

The poor and meek are with us still to occupy our fight
And justice is the way we live to bless our dreams at night
Oh dearly, dearly, He has loved to prove a Savior’s birth
The visage of a single star for every soul on earth.

Forgive Me For What I Have Done

I'm sorry for the pain I've caused,
For the hurt that I have brought,
My words and actions were not paused,
And now it's all for naught.

I never meant to cause you harm,
To bring you tears or make you ache,
I know my actions were alarm,
And for that, my heart does break.

I hope that you can find it in your heart,
To forgive me for what I've done,
And though we may be worlds apart,
My remorse will never be undone.

I'll do all that I can to make it right,
To make amends and ease your pain,
For your forgiveness, I will fight,
And I'll never make the same mistake again.

I'm sorry for the hurt I've caused,
And I promise to make it right,
For in my heart, your love is bossed,
And without it, my world is not bright.

Why Pout

The Rugby World Cup Sevens girls
Made Marmite ladies lose their curls
Vegemite bossed
So England lost
Australia went home with the pearls

Build Hope-Dam Across Exam

Result of an examination
Must not give botheration
But, promote determination
And plenty of concentration

In case one has failed
Adverse news is mailed
Still one can be bailed
Let not one be assailed

This time one has not passed
One is by failure now bossed
Though one is outclassed
Agony must not be caused

Let "what one person has achieved
Can be done by all"  be believed
Proper strategy must be conceived
So success in exam is received

Practice is a sure winner
Do it in a hopeful manner
Be a highly skillful planner
He who retreats is a sinner.

Contrition Con Trick Shun

The Pope said he's sorry they lost
Some children who would not be bossed
Since those who refused
Were raped and abused 
But the Pope had his fingers crossed

Be Too Kind

Be too kind. Err on the nice side.
Howdy-do neighbor! Smile wide.
Keep your eggs on the sunny-side.
If you run into Bonnie and Clyde?
Remember this— don’t hitch a ride!
Is your blood boiling? Are you full of pride?
Let the golden rule be your guide.
Don’t be bossed. ‘tis cyanide.
Don’t conquer and divide.
Your innocence is not implied.
Don’t soak your words in formaldehyde.
With someone else’s problems, be not preoccupied.
Be friendly and smile— your lips at high tide.
Just be too kind, my friend— err on the nice side.

10/29/2021

Weapon

She used her heart as a weapon against me
and shocked what I had left
Where fraud for every moment
was a cost she'd cost for theft

That all the time I knew her
was a compromise been lost
Where the only traitors living
were a love they'd fill for cost

When my life seemed all the worthless
for a God who'd seen me lost
When that everything he'd offered
was a fraud to whom he'd bossed

For an ending meant for losing
now that everyone was tossed
When the love for all the living
was a God we knew had crossed!

Bossed

Bossed

From the powers that be
I was told once to thee
That in order to pee
I must sign a decree
That states I agree

To dock thy pay
Whilst I was away
But how can I stay
And hold nature at bay?
...What else can I say?

~J.D. Cromwell

So Different Was Her Groom You See

A promise was made with fingers crossed,
In front of God and family.
Bride did not relish being bossed,
Macho man came out on Day three.
So different was her groom, you see.
She jumped in her car, set speed to zoom,
Got as far as she could from this little goon.

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