those who begin to know are - infants
those who know it all are - teenagers
those who want to know are - students
those who think they know are - teachers
those who know bluffing are - managers
those who know fudging are - politicians
those who play mind-games are - salesmen
those who profit from gamble are - bankers
those who rule our world are - psychopaths
those who know the score are - winners
those who think it’s alright are - losers
Categories:
fudging, people,
Form: Free verse
I'm judging the judge judging
He's widely known for his fudging
He won't make a guess
He never offers a no or a yes
He gives a fifty-fifty chance
When he reaches into his pants
You can't say its not fair
When he flips his coin into the air
Categories:
fudging, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
When all else fails make some fudge,
Which they will not begrudge,
Even if it leaves a smudge.
From my chocolate fudge they will not budge,
My daughter makes a Russian fudge
That disappears before it makes the fridge.
When the children were 4 and had a grudge,
I made some fudge,
And let them be the judge,
Now my eldest daughter at 27 will not budge,
Until I make some fudge,
Something I never begrudge.
Categories:
fudging, appreciation, celebration, childhood, community,
Form: Light Verse
I think I'm a good diplomat,
I'm worth a prize or cup,
I stop all of our arguments
by simply shutting up.
I think I'm a good dresser,
I'm really quite a catch
although some socks have holes in
and that's why they do not match.
I think I'm an Adonis
God-like, striding on the sand
sucking in my stomach, and
my buttocks with both hands.
I think that I'm a master chef
my curry you can't beat it
the family say they're allergic
but at least the cat will eat it.
I think I'm a good vocalist
it's all part of my charm
though when I sing, the neighbours think
I'm testing smoke alarms.
I think that I'm a good lover when,
as my girl makes it plain,
I know she wants more as she says
'okay, is that it, then?'
I think I write good poetry,
the truth I may be fudging,
but maybe we should wait and see
if this gets through the judging.
For contest 'Who do you think you are', sponsor Caren Krutsinger
August 23rf, 2018
Categories:
fudging, appreciation, humor,
Form: Rhyme
What say you when a pig bathe in a muddy muck?
When he rolls merrily like 'tis panacea to his strain?
Don't you gawk at the amazing shuck
Could be to you 'tis a flaunt to his inert brain.
But how honey he embraces the muck-
When the sizzling lust for food slaps!
'Tis where he tanks up the lack
'Tis a divan for his daily naps
He rolls in it with sheer fun and joy,
Swaps spit with inner pathogens
To him's as sweet as the delicacy of soy
And dirt seems excite no antigens
But fools we the lookers
Who hate the act but love the actor
We're the daytime chaplains an' night's hookers
Musing the worthier and fudging the obvious factor
Don't we rear 'em and keep them?
And butcher 'em for pork?
And for sale don't we adulate 'em like gem?
Then why dub 'em berk?
With us is the knowledge and power-
To keep and care for these pigs
We can give 'em genial scour
And see 'em as moral prigs
NB: Exclusively for pig lovers.
Try to understand the natural meaning of this poem
Categories:
fudging, animal,
Form: Rhyme
I FORGOT TO REMEMBER WHAT I FORGOT
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I Forgot to Remember, That When You Talk Trash
You Will Soon Be Reminded, a Lacking of Panache
Slowly but Surely There’s a Lesson You Will Learn
Poking a Dragon That You Thought of as a Worm
When Cornered and the Only Option Is a Lie
For the Immediate Future, it Will Get You by
Folks Will No Longer Take You at Your Word
Hard to Remember an Event That Never Occurred
Filling out an Important Employment Application
Fudging Experiences Without a Single Hesitation
Will Surely Lead to Humiliation and Frustration
Exit Sign above the Door Your Final Destination
Inflating Income to Get a Mortgage for a Home
Every N Each Month You must Repay the Loan
Don’t Wake Some Morning with a Van at Your Door
Furnishings on the Lawn a Neighborhood Eyesore
Etcetera, Etcetera There’s So Much More
Its All about Lying, Avoiding, Eluding the Truth
Nine Times out of Ten it Will Surely Cook Your Goose
Categories:
fudging, character, hyperbole, irony, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
When someone you know stretches a point
To impress their friends to dazzle the joint
A fib now and then
Can haunt you when
Your fudging becomes an real addiction
Categories:
fudging, addiction,
Form: Limerick
Looking at his house
He sees nothing special
A pile of wood and sheetrock
Bigger than others
But he owes more than it’s worth
His house is underwater
A term he doesn’t understand
In real speak the house belongs to the Bank
To the brokers and the lawyers.
Wanting a piece of the American dream
He misrepresented himself
Taking crumbs from the table
So to speak
Fudging a number here
Adding a zero there
The smart money said it was alright
Don’t worry they told him
Everybody’s doing it.
He and his wife were barely making it
Hoping just to hang in there
Things would get better
They kept telling themselves
But it was too good to be true
The economy went south
Things went wrong
Lost a job
The bills piled up
He and the wife stopped talking
Broke, he feels pushed aside.
There are two sides to every lie
And in this one
There’s a bill somewhere
That’s long overdue
And so my friend
It will have to be paid by me and you.
Categories:
fudging, lifehouse, wife, house,
Form: Narrative
Indulging in self-obsessed navel watch for greedy eyes
like a cloud of saliva around the amygdale, they
walk on sands fudging, seizing contradictions,
smelling of raw flesh and salt, an extinction spring.
The seeds are floating an parachutes between the
burnt-out lures. Everything splits into sparks
charging the air. The guilt looms large, arches
like an octopus, riveting before an artful design.
Just one lump of sugar on peripheral fields to
dilate the pupils in dark baking the bones.
Let us swim up to the wall, wild in our groins
tie up the shoelaces and climb the portrait.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
fudging, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?