Mini mangy monster Marvin moo
Nearly never noticed anything new
Outrageously outgoing onset overdue
Plunking his plush posterior on a pew
Quizzically questioning Curly-Q
Respecting ruffians Brew, Grue and Rue.
Shimmying and shaking shivering Sue and Stew
Teaching talented Tommy Treachery too
Uniting understudies under the letter U
Vaporizing validation veering into valley view
Welcoming wild werewolf wearing blue.
Categories:
grue, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: ABC
The Contest
Enter the contest says Brian Strand
The form it does not matter
As long as I think it is not bland
Gives you a chance to natter.
What subject should I write about
What theme should it pursue
Times health, should it be paramount
Or those in the Virus grue
They say it's easy to strike a poem
Rhyme and reason's the key
Others of note, have been heard to groan
and from pages and pens they do flee
So, to the keyboard, I will travel
And will give it a bit of thought
wait the judgement of poet and gavel
and hopefully not done for naught.
William Hancock
09.04.2020
Categories:
grue, creation, encouraging, fun, poems,
Form: Rhyme
Man, you look fat
Some manscaping a must
Tight tee-shirt of grue colour
Makes one want to puke
This body was not bodacious
Looked more like an emoticon on a chat site
Diet and sexercise is needed
To make a more delishful sight
So come on man shake yourself
Make your body a sight to behold
Irregardless of your face
Give me a smile of delight not a frown.
Manscaping, Grue, Bodacious, Sexercise, Delishful, Irregardless. These are the
Words I Used.
penned 24 August 2014
Categories:
grue, life,
Form: Verse
Emoticon Yellows
If I were rich, which is a crime
I could do anything I wished
Claim my rights and entitlements as “affluenza”
But I’m an ordinary cyberpunk
A regular yellow kind of guy
An emoticon with an attitude
Manscaping, sliding through life with a close shave
Cantankerous and bodacious all the time
In chillax style, riding the daily yellow bus
Dragging my portmanteaus box inside
And my delishful gal with me there
Clad in fashionable plarn
Irregardless of everything else
We rise above the sights and flee
Above the ancient vomitocious towns
And meld into each other’s grue calm eyes
Canoodling all the while
Smog passes with the night
Snark comments distract us
An anacronym word or two slips out
But we don’t care
We’re off to spend the affluenza check
Just to prove we can
(PORTMANTEAUS words: “PORTMANTEAUS Box” all contest entry listed words
+ "canoodling" - hugs and kisses and "cantankerous- old and feisty )
8/19/14 Portmanteaus Poetry Contest
Categories:
grue, abuse, change, crazy, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
He drives around, picking up girlz.
Proudly displaying his emoticon bumpertricker.
His vomitrocious personality,
hidden behind smiley face lie.
The master of snark,
with an old man's easy style.
Try not to look into those grue eyes.
His is a pretend wise with a fake smile.
He'll fill your mind with pretentious smog.
Your heart to clog, with consummating tobacco.
He'll blow smoke up your donkey,
from his corngobbed pipe.
Fifties fedora, a bodacious tie.
Hair colored in black dye, he wears a crisp white shirt.
Disguising inner dirt and devious smile.
Don't be blind, he's not worth a dime.
He'll leave you high and dry, you'll wonder why.
Why did you accept that ride?
Debbie Guzzi's Portmanteaus contest.
Emoticon
My word... Bumpertricker
Vomitrocious
Snark
Grue
Smog
My word ....Corngobbed
Bodacious
Categories:
grue, abuse, child, innocence, word
Form: I do not know?
Today's film's
animation
provides bodacious
consolation
future world of
syberpunk
grue dream of future
change
with affulenza
manifestations
young generation
chillax
For contest:
Sponsored by: Debbie
Guzzi
Categories:
grue, film, imagery, introspection,
Form: Verse
Faded roses sadly flung,
Graves and ghosts and grue:
Such are songs I’ve always sung
And will. I hate the new.
Categories:
grue, art
Form: Verse
Much like the chip paper that crawls the alleys,
Or the landfill refuse that rapes the valleys,
Her thoughts like rags and malicious hags
Cackle and crackle like old bin bags,
And snake through her head as poison pen letters,
Shaped into forked tongues licking my eyes.
Bounding, though, free from my chains and fetters,
Armed by the truth of my elders and betters,
My rush through cold and the young and old
Bristled and whistled with tales untold,
Yet trapped my bones in the sleaze of her coils,
Numbing my breath with her venom and lies.
Much akin to mad hatters at manic tea parties,
Or the pills by the handful like sedative Smarties,
Her brains oozed fudge and toxic sludge,
Simmered and shimmered whilst holding a grudge,
And boiled in their dreaming of vengeance anew,
Repugnantly slithered lusting for my crying.
Sleeping, though, free from her garbage and grue,
The black skies transformed to a bright cobalt blue,
My devil-may-care and my fading despair
Turned my heart into stone for her then and there,
For the touch of Medusa turns back on herself,
Frozen cold and alone, an eternity dying.
Categories:
grue, happiness, life, people, social,
Form: Verse
DNA can put you away
in a place where the sun don’t shine,
where the jail guitar doors and catwalk floors
jangle into the base of the spine.
Know the drill with years to kill
and tramp ‘round the exercise yard,
mark the time and toe the line
or someone will mark your card.
Fingerprints play all night and day
on piano keys hard and fast,
from ivory smudge, a hanging judge
spoke a tuneless sentence passed.
A moonlight sonata with Frankie Sinatra
could beat you to pulp and grue,
you pray and hope, keep your soap on a rope,
don’t bend over to tie your shoe.
“You’ve got to believe, I warrant reprieve,
I’m innocent, framed, can’t you tell?”
Comes the reply: “In a dead pig’s eye,
you and everyone else here as well!”
Categories:
grue, parody, people, places, social,
Form: Rhyme