Into the jungle the ebony puma leaps with joy
lion and tiger eyes inequitable to this boy
illustrious cobra uncoils from a near caca tree
kangaroo court in session in a high degree
enthusiastic mushrooms open on demand
young ferns close up shop in this verdant land
onward and upward chimp says to her cub
understanding jungle survival is a very small club
Categories:
caca, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
There are no toilets up in Heaven, so I was told
Righteous are the perfect sheep in God's Holy fold
They no longer have the need to pee or drop a turd.
That's based on the information I recently heard.
But since I've had more time to ponder the thought,
what if rumblings of thunder are the echoes of a fart?
Body waste would fall from Heaven on you and me.
Quite a perplexing problem for us. Do you agree?
Earth would be a toxic cesspool, if that were so
and down, down, down, the flushes would flow.
We'd have constant need of a massive sump pump
to remove the stinky caca when angels take a dump.
Sitting on a throne is not the way I picture the divine.
God would never allow such a vile plumbing design.
He'd not pollute the planet he created for mankind.
No overflowing toilets in Heaven will you ever find.
October 7, 2021
The Throne in Heaven Contest
Sponsor: Jack Webster
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Categories:
caca, heaven, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Bull activist,
stupid extremist,
proselyte of the kettle,
talk of nonsense...
Dry caca taster,
vinegar wine taster
Junkie food bib,
hero of nonsense...
Rotten ego massager,
pimp and donkey sycophant,
mongrel among the donkeys...
It's pathetic, paregoric and illiterate,
you're a goofy politician,
fumbling fuse,
fuze of confused...
You're an upturned splinter,
a wild bombshell,
a pieces of smelly,
a moldy sponge cake,
brainless crumb,
disturbed flour,
a bucephalus steak...
A serious candidate for exile,
exile beyond hell,
because neither the devil wants you around!
If you know someone like that,
unfortunately my friend,
I only despise you...!
Categories:
caca, extended metaphor, fun, hilarious,
Form: Political Verse
Attuned the labyrinths till full,
Amidst the harmony compare,
Blessed miracle, a pocketful,
Righteous heart, commit to prayer.
We stand as one to justify,
Attuned the labyrinths till full,
Admittedly, will pacify,
Rambunctiousness stills each mouthful.
We stead ourselves a sweet spoonful,
That cleanse the souls its rightful claim,
Attuned the labyrinths till full,
Seasoned to be called out by name.
Melodious arrange our time,
Beyond the scope o'er the handful,
Symphonic measure, thus sublime,
Attuned the labyrinths till full.
2020 January 24
Distant Refrains Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Photo; #2.
Rhyme Scheme;
Abab, cAca, adAd, eaeA
Howmanysyllables;
16 lines x 8 syllables per = 128 syllables total
Categories:
caca, imagery, music,
Form: Quatern
I've been exploring here
For almost three years now
Unlocking all it's secrets
Is something that I've vowed
The natives I've discovered
Are giants tall and strong
So I'm careful what I touch
For fear I might do something wrong
I really have to say
They always treat me right
They bring me food and drink
And make sure I'm safe at night
I have tried to learn their language
And I admit it drivers me Cuckoo
When they stare at me wide eyed
While chanting "Gaga Goo goo"
While being very patient
I try to gain their trust
But several time a day I fear
I feel I'm gonna bust
So, I climb the Temple steps
To the chamber at the top
Then I crawl up to the throne
And it's there I have to stop
With the giants on both sides
They seat me on the throne
I feel a bit unstable
So, they don't leave me alone
Now sitting here it comes to me
There was one thing left to do
To leave my mark and name this place
The land of Caca Poopoo
Categories:
caca, 1st grade, dedication,
Form: Rhyme
I am from milk buckets, from Target and Peanuts Cartoons.
I am from the ten-thousand beautiful lakes.
I am from the lily-pads, the cat-tails, sitting atop the water.
I am from late-night tv and small, poised feet,
From Grandma Shirley and Papa Smiley, and Abuelita.
I am from the loud booming laughter that echoes through the house
And screaming at the television when the Vikings play.
From “boys are caca” and “goodnight, my shining star.”
I am from Church on Sundays… Well, for the first couple of years.
I’m from kolache, pink cranberry fluff, and lutefisk. It tastes like it sounds.
From the time we laughed at mom for falling for the spoons game,
The frustration on her face,
And the time we laughed once again as she talked in her sleep.
I am from love.
I am from this ring on my finger.
Never removed.
Mom's ring.
Dad’s promise to love her.
A small, simple jewel on a lined golden wing.
Categories:
caca, family, home, love,
Form: Free verse
IF IT HURTS SO BAD WHY DO WE DO IT CONTEST
Sponsor: Silent One
The pain of delight is why I choose to feel,
The afterglow of choices brings me gravity,
Hurting so bad is how I choose to heal,
The less I choose to know the more depravity.
The reasons behind my decisions can’t be defined,
For life makes circumstances tough to reveal,
My only hope is that my pain is not designed,
In a way that my soul begins to utterly conceal.
Beliefs in miracles rearrange my train of thought,
Changes and chances brings a life so confined,
For justice I have so hard trained for and fought,
I see the distance with right and wrong combined.
There are possibilities beyond the eye of my inner core,
For years there have been opportunities I have sought,
But the truth be told I could not ask for more,
There are times I act wildly and never get caught.
My motives for my pain have not answered my reasons,
My pain brings much more happiness than before,
Why do I keep going when I hurt for many seasons?
Because the pain of delight is what I choose to adore.
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB-CACA-DCDC-EDED-FEFE
Date Written: June 17, 2016
Categories:
caca, angst, anxiety, deep, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
THE LOVE SYMPHONY- Quatern
Abab/caca/adad/eaeA
The symphony of love is in rehearse,
Come to me closely and hold my waist,
Let us not make this time to curse,
Tonight we'll lose our soul in haze.
Hold your breath while we go deep,
The symphony of love is in rehearse,
The moment we can't help to keep.
Perform it gently, care not to pierce.
The symphony of love is in rehearse,
Hear my moans break the silence.
In depth of the ocean, do immerse.
Let's hit the heaven's hidden surface.
Hold me close 'til we reach the edge.
While waiting for a sweet release,
A solemn love we will both pledge,
The symphony of love is in rehearse.
written:May 01,2014
Especially dedicated to Andrea Dietrich's
Do You Know Quatern Poetry Contest
Categories:
caca, desire, devotion, emotions, love,
Form: Quatern