Fixed Up Poems | Examples

The Andy Griffith Show

Barney Fife, the bumbler, is a joy to watch
Aunt Bea’s whining could be turned down a notch

Opie is grown, but not in these old shows, of course
Some days he sneaks carrots out to his found horse
Andy never gets married, but comes close a lot
Maybe this kept me watching, but I hope not….

Barney Fife’s eyes bugging out in fear is what gets me
His antics and expressions make me happy to have TV
I love that he never gets it until the very end
Everything fixed up by Andy, Barney’s true best friend.

The House

Why can't they fix the roof that is leaking onto me
How about the gutters full of holes for all to see
My windows no one can see out of,I wish a real estate agent could find me new buyers
When people ring my doorbell I cannot hear it because it doesn't work
But when I complain they say I am being a jerk
Robbers enjoy visiting me, the locks on the doors don't exist
The family for some reason blames me when I am unable to resist
The holes in the floors need fixing, something you better not ignore
I am sure the day will come when somebody will fall through, shaking me to my core
It would be nice if someone could take better care of me
If I was to be fixed up I might last for eternity

Grandmas Button Box

Grandma’s button box and first aid kit were both mainstays in the kitchen.
We knew she had everything to help us if we were hurting or itch'n.
If we tore up our pants, got poison ivy or ripped a button off our coat,
She could have us fixed up in seconds, and then milk a cow or a goat.

Inside Beauty Not Out

Girls and guys should NEVER be
Fixated on someones beauty
They should look from inside out
To know what pretty's all about

Big blue eyes and a dark tan
Makeup in boxes and cans
Hair fixed up in different styles
High heels that can walk for miles

Stockings made of pretty lace
All these things are just a waste
That covers up what's in your heart
And that's where people need to start
Looking first and they will know
A persons true and inner glow

So please don't snub someone who isn't
All decked out like a nice present
They just might be someone who
Can be a special friend to you

Conniving Toad Mothers

Mister Toad was relaxing with coffee,
His toes were warming up in the sun
Autumn cider was brewing
He was planning some leaf jumping fun

That is Mister Toad someone said with awe.
He is an amazing guy, always thinking of others.
His singing is wonderful; he can hum lah-dee-dah
He is always being fixed up by bachelorette mothers.

Mister Toad heard them talking but acted like he did not hear.
Their conversation after in as his coffee he did sup. 
He had a girlfriend anyway, he felt she was romantic and dear.
He wished all these mothers would stop trying to fix him up.

Why Does a Book of Poetry Exists

forgetfulness

I went to the biggest bookstore in this city
to soothe the sadness
back and forth for about an hour once or twice a day
then, a collection of poems caught my eye
ugly red flowers,
gloomy seagulls with no shape
seas surrounding them
A fairly famous and respected female poet
with quality
I didn't have enough money in my pocket,
so I thought with it a few times before returning
I finally decided not to think about the future anymore
And I started looking through the books of poetry
I couldn't find it
in the shabby, smallest poetry section of the bookstore.
No one could have bought it
been there for years
I gave up because of my headache
I came home and sat at my desk
Just remembered the cover of that
and I made a poem
with a peaceful mind and
I fixed up the books in small shelf under the desk
I discovered
I had already bought it

Not for sale, to be read.

A Tiny Glitch In a Deliriously Decorated Ditch

Because of a tiny glitch
Inside a wet south side ditch
A minuscule germ, Mitch
Had an incredible itch

His voice had an uphill pitch
With a lilt that was rich
His oldest friend named Fritz
Told me that Mitch was a ditz

Mitch and Fritz fixed up the ditch
It attracted a whacky witch
Whose sense of humor with a stitch
Delighted the deliriously decorated ditch

Memories At the Lake

Moving to Lake Shore sites was definitely cool
Our home was so large and faced the water
Cameron fixed up an old boat
We held hands on the dock
He taught me how to cast a line and bait a hook
He caught catfish, crappie and sometimes perch

One night our dog got lost so we started a search 
Our friends joined us and we went out to look
He'd seen birds and chased the whole flock
Feathers stuck to his coat
In June we had a visit from my granddaughter
It was summer break so she was off school

She had not swam anywhere other than a pool
She wanted to fish so grandpa taught her
She loved to splash, swim and to float
She'd sunbathe on a rock
She didn't like to clean fish but she would help cook
Summer at the lake was the best on earth
                       01/06/2021

Written for contest, A Little Memory-My Invented Form
Sponsor, Constance La France

Fighting At Sixty Five

I've been in quite a few bar fights
But that was many years ago
Now that I'm pushing sixty six
Those are feelings I try not to show

But this wasn't a free fall swing fest
Between two drunks late at night
This was me protecting my poodle
From a Pit bull spoiling for a fight!

That Pit bull ran across our yard
And bit Pixie who I couldn't hold
Kicked in the belly, it let go
I then jumped on that dog and rolled 

That's one fight I'm sure I'll not forget
With the teeth, flying rocks, dirt and sticks
I was feeling Adrenalin twenty
Since it wore off, more like ninety six!

I ended up gripping it from behind
Holding it closer than I do my wife
Realizing it couldn't move, it relaxed,
So I was able to spare its life!

Over all it could have been worse
The owner came and got his cute pet
I got by with a few cuts and scrapes
And Pixie got fixed up at the vet!

I learned something new that day
Fighting dogs is harder than men
My advice, don't jump on a pit bull
But for family, I'd do it again!

A Wish To Sink

A sigh needs a lifetime to be felt,
Who could survive till your curls are fixed up.
- Ghalib -

With pregnant sail I float
On the sea of your eyes.
I try to forget you,
But my heart beats with your sighs.
I try to remember you,
But memory dies with your words.
On the silk edge of your moan's sword,
My soul wants to bleed again,
But for the winds.
I am destined to shipwrecks.

For Kids To Believe

'Twas the night before Christmas...I was home all alone 
I had nothing to do...so I wrote down a poem
I just couldn't get it...my poem to look right 
Perhaps, it would look better...if I had turned on the light
 
Words were mspeld...and some were left out 
The light would have helped...for sure, no doubt 
Ten times I re-wrote it...I drank ten cups of tea 
It took me ten hours...boy oh boy, ten times I did pee
 
I wrote about Santa...for all the children to believe 
I figured out what to write...I had a trick up my sleeve 
I wrote in my poem...so that all the kids knew 
That Santa's real mother...well, she was a Jew
 
After finishing my poem...I readied myself 
I fixed up my sleigh...and I hired an elf 
To take hold of the reigns...and to deliver my poem 
To put in the stockings...in every kids home  


The Night Before Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May 
11/23/2018

Don'T Take Your Cards To Texas

I gambled down in Geogia and up in Tennessee
I learned the game in Reno way back in eighty three
I took a train to Dallas to show 'em how it's done
Now I'm sittin' by the highway holdin' out my thumb
Nobody ever warned me that cowboys play with cards
I thought they just did brandin' and fixed up cattle guards
They took my bills and coins and then they took my boots
Then tossed me through the batwings with lots of yips and hoots
If I get out of Texas I aim to go back home
I'll settle down and marry, I've lost the urge to roam
So, friend, let me warn you if you are a gamblin' man
Keep your talents out of Texas, enjoy it while you can

8/5/2017

For Late Summer Standard Contest for Brian Strand

Hanky-Panky Janky

I was pretty cranky when my spanky new bike was janky.
The frame was too short for my body, too tall and lanky.
The tires too fat, too hard to push up boggy maintain trails.
The deal I got clearly a lemon janky, all wrapped in hanky-panky.

The bike looked so nice out of the box, its chrome frame so glint and shiny.
The first sign of trouble was rust on the chain, which made me angry.
Squirts of oil needed on chain and axles, to make pedaling smooth.
Front and rear nuts needed tightening, else wheel retention was dicey.

I set off for ride, bike all fixed up and ship-shaped I hoped,
but the brakes did not work when handle grips I groped,
Disaster averted, just in nick of time, by dragging my feet on ground.
The handle bars were loose, the seat too nippy on bum, but some how I coped.

Back home from first ride, mad as hell, I swore I would return the heap of junk,
I found the guarantee and read the fine print, but my hopes were sunk
when I read that the bike could only be returned to get full refund,if never ridden!
So I’m stuck with my Jekyll janky skunk of a bike, deal a flunk, ego shrunk.

Politically Correct

Ever notice silly signs some businesses put up?
Like braille upon the restroom door and drive through banks fixed up,
In case a blind man happens by driving his brand new car,
And wants to use the ATM, they've gone a little far.

How can they read the braille if the way they cannot see?
If driving they use dog or cane or wrap around a tree.
I never saw a blind man drive or inch along a wall,
Looking for a restroom sign in restraunt, bar or mall;

And what's up with these crazy laws they're passing now I see?
A misdemeanor gets you jailed while criminals walk free.
I'm telling you the times have changed, things ain't the way they was.
Folks used to smile and show respect but not no more becuz,

They don't know where you're coming from, they don't know where you've been.
Right is wrong and wrong is right, they're trying to blend in.
I'm tired of trying to blend in, stand in my own defense.
Why can't the laws be like before and show some common sense.

I Am In Love

Heyy everyone! I'm back! Sorry it's been a while since I wrote on here but I found this poem I apparently wrote a year or 2 years ago that I fixed up and wanted to post. Anyway, please enjoy "I Am in Love"!! Also, please comment and tell me what you guys think.

When I hear our song,
Playing on the radio,
I think of you,
When you look at me, 
And look into my eyes,
I fall under your spell.
My hearts begins to race,
I am in love with you.
This wonderful feeling,
When you are with me,
When you hold me tightly,
The way you touch me,
Caress and kiss me,
Chills crawl up my spine,
It feels so good.
I could not love another,
The way I love you...
No one makes me feel this way,
No one loves me,
And makes me feel special,
The way you.do...

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