Ate peas porridge hot,
Ate peas porridge cold.
It tasted like snot,
It tasted real old.
On Mom's second shot,
It tasted like coal.
"I made a new pot,"
"So, have a hot bowl."
But, fresh gruel or not,
It smelled worse than skunks.
Put head over pot,
Blew peas porridge chunks.
Categories:
fuel, food, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
She took a stroll one moonlit night
in search of lumps of anthracite.
She knew that coal could soothe her soul:
one moonlit night, she took a stroll.
Insomniac, anaplasty
coal soothed her soul: but she knew she
would need, to get her nostrils back,
anaplasty. Insomniac,
obsessed with smoking magic weed,
to get her nostrils back, she’d need
a plastic surgeon – but the best!
With smoking magic weed obsessed,
she’d need a reconstructed nose.
The rhinoplastor whom she chose
loved coal, and gave her, quick as thought,
the reconstructed nose she sought.
Categories:
fuel, health,
Form: Quatrain
Sycophants, thy future.
On what does it depend?
Gold upon the ground, be pure!
River, yield thy bend!
Tormented, ye prophets?
Pleiades, rescue me!
Toolshed, art thou Tophet's?
Fly, O fancy-free...
Gain upon in rhythm?
By what right, friend and foe?
Onward, black abysm!
Dark backward, well ... Although ...
Reign of conquerors endless!
On this doth all things hinge!
Forward, O ye stark friendless!
Heart within all, twinge!
White sand, will ye countermand?
One man gang or band?
Prison walls about us planned?
Better that we stand!
Robber, burglar, thief, thy grief.
Defy, my belief.
O ye Indians, stern thy chief?
Ten thousand foot reef...
Tentacles, reach upward!
Tangle, root! Enchant!
Golem, gate! Break fast, my guard!
Feet of mine, just plant...
Will or wool, O brazen? Bull.
Mea culpa, pull.
Green fire? Clean death due a trull?
Fate and Fortune, full?
Categories:
fuel, french,
Form: Rhyme
Hope's restoration,
is the fuel of faith's flow;
the pump of god's love:-
Categories:
fuel, allegory, feelings, god, heart,
Form: Senryu
Just turned 22
Six years flinching at you
Six years of you leaving me blue
Our love is an engine
And it runs on nightmare fuel
Categories:
fuel, abuse, feelings, for him,
Form: Free verse
I fell through a hole amidst of a serious political moment
And choked on my anger
I kept falling and falling,
The world now looks like a burning hell
And I'm a living fuel,
Blazing and falling all the way to down there
Where my metamorphosis will be completed.
Categories:
fuel, anger, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
We all stumble into sticky situations
Scratching our heads for explanations
Wishing things just simply went our way
So we can easily breeze through our days
What if we put the striving on the shelf
Replacing it with a sturdier sense of self
Rooted in reality that we will face setbacks
But they don’t need to throw us off track
Reminded of our ability to adapt and cope
As our fuel is now resiliency mixed with hope
Categories:
fuel, encouraging, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
How strident are their screams, 'Ceasefire!'
~ adding fuel to the funeral pyre ...
Categories:
fuel, death, fire, sound, spoken
Form: Monoku
Humour and laughter are essential to me
Not a want but a need
Both warm my being
Fuel for my soul guaranteed
Humour and laughter
Both the beat of my heart
Raise my spirit high
Anxieties and woes readily depart
Categories:
fuel, happiness, humor,
Form: Rhyme
If you drink old Han's elixir
You won't live much longer.
Only get sicker and sicker.
Punch your ticket, a goner.
More potent than still liquor
and something a bit stronger.
Ancient Aliens have a new witness.
Claims its space fuel, for a Saucer.
Categories:
fuel, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
To those naysayers telling you
"You're bound to fail,"
Respond with "Watch me!"
Use their words of doom
As fuel for inspiration
To aim higher for the stars.
Each time they employ tactics
To dismantle your
Painstakingly constructed dreams.
Each time they sound
The death knell against you,
Simply keep on walking toward
The practical goals
you've set for yourself,
Step by step
Keep laying
the foundation of your dreams
Brick by brick
For your detractors
Have given you the blueprint
To build much bigger dreams.
Each time they attempt
To extinguish the burning flame
Within you
With words of disapproval,
Use them
As fuel for inspiration
To prove them wrong.
Unbeknownst to them, they feed
Your dogged determination
Like kindlings to a bonfire.
My Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Date written: 1/4/2023
Categories:
fuel, inspiration, me, muse,
Form: Free verse
On this wait not for Prophet Joel
Nor for Augury rated Jewel:
Offensive language Sufficient Fuel
For what ignites Murderous Duel…
One I’d watched sparked off by Noel
To his shame like unpleasant gruel;
Keep words picturing like served gruel
For The Jailed by A Jailer cruel:
“I hate you: Satan’s Emmanuel”
“As much I you: the Devils Noel.”
Soon, the two on secrets start to dwell
And the pent-up anger starts to swell,
Ripe and waiting hard punches and kicks,
Noel involving stones, Emmanuel sticks.
Categories:
fuel, abuse, conflict, violence, words,
Form: Rhyme
Aloft in once pure blue,
form strings of yellow hue -
pollutant see-o-two.
Man's abuse going on.
Dumping fossil carbon.
More filthy pollution.
Six miles up it is seen.
The sky a crisscross scene
from tax free kerosene.
Categories:
fuel, pollution,
Form: Rhyme
I have been technically dead
and technically alive.
Escape clause, minor glitch
in my truth-machine,
but a kind of life does occasionally permeate
my real life.
I like the click and clunk of a well-made
flint ignition petroleum lighter.
‘Zippo’ light warms hands in a cold woods.
Sometimes I am the flint
sometimes the light - we all are I guess.
Before I was dead or alive
I recall signing a contract,
a ‘life’s purpose’ document
which I instantly forgot.
I still search Mind for reasons
still don’t know squat…..
but wait, I got here,
(arms akimbo, wagging my chin),
soon I’ll be leaving on a ghost train
and I’m gonna be upset,
because my much used ‘Zippo’ collection
is probably worthless.
Categories:
fuel, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A real dumbfounding beauty
But there her fault lies:
The Fuel igniting The Haughty.
Once ready her victim cries;
The Sour she takes for The Fruity,
However careful Correction tries
And prolonged praises for The Naughty,
Even as irrecoverable time flies!
A hell of A Staggering Beauty
But her enemies are more than forty,
All praying that earthly beauty die
With answer for those who ask “why”
Die! Earthly Beauty do
On your death-bed just You!
Categories:
fuel, beauty, celebrity, conflict, people,
Form: Rhyme
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