A redheaded stepchild, he lacked savoir faire;
seems all that he did brought his parents despair.
He made them some gingerbread, did so with flair.
Just for spite, he included some bits of his hair.
Categories:
bred, nursery rhyme, silly,
Form: Quatrain
I bred a rose of color rare
And gave it to my lady fair.
She looked at it disdainfully
Then, laughing, tossed it back to me.
No man, she said, her heart would hold
Lest he applied for it with gold.
That one of her high pedigree
Was not for gardeners like me.
I explained the rose for her I'd named,
But there was no swaying one so vain.
My shattered heart and I went home
And sat there in the gloom alone.
The garden that was to me so dear
I let grow desolate and bare.
Then love and roses proved to me
Their resilience and tenacity.
I woke one day in early spring
To find each blossoming again,
And in a spot where all could see
Bloomed the rose my new love bred for me.
Categories:
bred, romantic,
Form: Verse
Every word
is the ethereal horse
of fantasy...
I ride them with tender folly
to attract poetry...
And so attracted
i inhabit the blissfulness of life
with sad joy, bitter contentment
but with joyful lightness,
sans agony!
By thus living and feeling
I explode poet!
In holy euphoria...!
Categories:
bred, allegory, allusion, appreciation, extended
Form: Light Verse
Some words forever born inclined,
others bred in shadows
Verse conceived and left unread
—to wander lost and fallow
(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)
Categories:
bred, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Language builds a place to stand,
inside our own cognition
Each word confirms what thought instills,
in psychic recognition
Are you the true informant,
about what’s inside your head
1st person self awareness frees
—a nature higher bred
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
Categories:
bred, language,
Form: Rhyme
Why should the streets of a city,
the numbers more or less right
come back in a dream on a night
removed from the past by sixty-
five years? In the newspaper days,
I knew the numbers by heart.
Why did I not follow charm’s art-
ful lead through love’s vexed maze?
Why does dust and heat still rise
from archives of sleep? Did my eyes
not once open to light upon farms?
Did lovers not pledge to face all harms
and enter new homes after wars
on new streets, new numbers on doors?
Categories:
bred, dream, loss, love,
Form: Sonnet
They crossed
a Nursery Rhyme
with Dr. Seuss …
What did they get?
~ Mother Goose!
Categories:
bred, nonsense, silly,
Form: Light Verse
When I tell people that my name is Justin Bred,
they think that I'm a hick with no brain in my head.
Everybody who I know thinks that I'm married to my sister.
When they see us together, they ask why they've never seen me kiss her.
When people hear my name, they falsely accuse me of incest.
Because of this misunderstanding, my life has become a mess.
Women slap my face and they call me sick.
Everybody believes that I'm an inbred hick.
I'm sick of having to tell everybody that I'm Justin Bred, not just inbred.
If you ask me how long I've been married to my sister, I'll cut off your head.
Categories:
bred, funny, humor, people,
Form: Rhyme
Soldier Born and Bred
He was an honorable soldier born and bred,
Who into big battle many soldiers had led;
With great honor and full of much dignity;
We are here now to experience his eulogy.
Cold casket by a draped flag was covered,
And high overhead an eagle had hovered;
Twenty one shots rang through the air;
Soldier's soul now was no longer there.
From here to heaven his soul has gone,
And with each day there is a new dawn;
Stars shine brightly and glow everywhere;
God is there treating us with much care.
From the grave site we slowly would leave;
God in heaven His soul is sure to receive;
To exist and God are always by His side;
There where God wants us all to abide.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
bred, allegory, analogy,
Form: Couplet
Everything I have to say
I say it with a nasel twang
Mixed up with a Southern draw
Cause that's the way that I talk ya'll
Slow at walking in my gait
To make a friend won't hesitate
A stranger I have never met
By the grace of God, Southern Bred
The food I eat I like it fried
If it ain't grits it's gravy on the side
My elders get a sir or ma'am
I tend to lend a helping hand
I'll listen to your point of view
Then go do what I want to
All apart of who I am
By the grace of God, Southern Bred
Early morning in the fields
Toil and sweat until it yields
Like my dad and his dad too
It's just what we're born to do
Praising God with every breath
Thanking him for all I have
All you see is like I've said
By the grace of God, Southern Bred
Categories:
bred, fun, inspiration, life,
Form: Light Verse
Long after your beginning in dancing ancient dream,
The ferocious fire that fought only to keep you warm
Flickered my night aglow in sweet, loving longing
Haunting me, the strange fire,
The father and mother of your care,
Visited me blessed in visceral flair
Almost holy in its anger to raise me up
It begged by existence to be intimidated and respected
Though my lofty star eyes always burned equal
What is your new request, mystic fire?
Now that your son emerged from your flames,
Where shall you now flicker and reside?
How intense you must have grown, sweet blaze
To keep this unusual star so vital and strong
Engulfed in your powerful arms,
The bulge of your strength made his soul eternal
And my inspiration abundant and fearless
For that, I know why even the sun envies your flames
How your creation, without waver, orbits my world
Sending me the kiss of his luster
Upon the lips that forever bless his birth
Categories:
bred, beautiful, deep, destiny, growth,
Form: Free verse
Bred by Bread
I was told in youth I was BRED by BREAD
To eat and full my skinny frame
And I ATE at least EIGHT slices of bread
Until my hunger could be sated
But there was some bread I really hated
I don’t know why but when it came to RYE
My expression came on very WRY
When that day comes that I will wed
I’LL walk my bride right down the AISLE
For sure the reception’s down the shore
And there’ll be food and bread and more
and afterwards we'll rent a SUITE
To be with her will be so SWEET
Only Homos Allowed Contest Jerry T. Curtis
Ralph Sergi March 26,2015
Categories:
bred, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Once there was a little monkey bred in a zoo.
The only place that it ever knew.
happy and joyous dancing content where he grew.
Many came and went but it never cared the staring crew.
Once came a little girl carried by her mommy, gazing!
said looking at the monkey "look mommy it is so happy".
mommy took her closer and the monkey too felt something new.
It stopped its play and stretched for the girl to shake her hand.
The girl got scared, cried and screamed.
the nearer the monkey got, the louder the girl wept.
later when the girl left, monkey felt broken and lost.
It looked for a few days from its cage for the girl to come back.
never the girl returned, never the monkey danced ever again.
monkey got sadder, retrospection made it madder.
solitude gave him cancer and it finally died with anger.
Poor monkey bred in a zoo had a loneliest death of all.
Categories:
bred, loneliness, lost love,
Form: Free verse
An American Born and Bred
Have heard with pride many people say,
They love America and here will stay;
In front of house, is a flag that flies,
Under Carolina clear and bright blue skies.
So this poem with you want to share
And treat country and flag with care;
Give it much honor and also praise;
Even if raining or sunny, shiny days.
Do love them both like a small boy,
Who everyday plays with his toy,
We bought which was a drum;
America is where he has been from.
Born and bred to be a brave American,
And no matter what, will remember when,
He enlisted with eloquence when he said,
Always keep a flag folded under my bed.
Each morning will take it out with me,
So whole neighbor can clearly see,
My respect for God, Country and flag;
Brought one more in my lunch bag.
Categories:
bred, patriotic,
Form: Couplet
Bounty Hunter Born and Bred
An excellent movie, by me was seen
About bad man who had been mean;
Would think and much time did devote
When this poem would finally be wrote.
Terrible Tom Horn had died today;
For his dirty deeds now must pay;
Being bounty hunter born and bred;
Pretty soon would be found dead.
Philandering person who they hated;
In saloon for a while, He had waited;
Then would take a short single breath,
Then did shot the poor soul to death.
From life Horn would be set free
Was hung from branch on a tree;
Shot many people who would die;
For his death, this is reason why.
James Thomas Horn
Norview High School, Sophomore
Norfolk, Virginia
Wrote this after seeing the movie Tom Horn and was 15 years old
just after my dad was killed on
the Aircraft Carrier Intrepid.
Categories:
bred, sad,
Form: Couplet
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