Letters that are sound enhancing
and trippingly through my words go dancing ~
that’s the language that I seek
to get all my verse to speak,
though mostly ~ tongue-in-cheek.
Categories:
humorous poetry, humorous, poetry, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Writer's Block, just blocked my thoughts again!
Scratched my scratchy head, with Itchy Pen.
But, no cure can cure a Writer's Rash!
Uninspired, sired "Inspiration Crash!"
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Categories:
humorous poetry, humorous, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Categories:
humorous poetry, humorous, poetry, word play,
Form: Footle
Eating them won’t make you smarter
Flying them, frying them won’t make you high
Scraping them off the pavement
Certainly, won’t make you fly
Peeling them off some stickers
May certainly make you laugh and cry
At the same time like me
Synchronicity
There’re always two sides to every coin
Just like there are two halves for every brain
The left and the right may just hold a private conversation
Inside the skull, my numbskull sculling time
Scrolling through my mind
Perhaps, this is the time
I reach out to another
Other person with some brains
Who believes like me and who's not insane:
For some unknown reason
Eating poetrysoup
Really satisfies my brains
Categories:
humorous poetry, humorous, poetry,
Form: Light Verse
wee've awl maid miss takes
sum foke think their perfect butt
cann knot sea era’s!
eye fink aye cann right
butt eye’ll admit sum era’s
sum thymes doo app pier
Categories:
humorous poetry, humorous, poetry,
Form: Senryu
Poem submitted to "AI: Panacea or Pain" Poetry Contest, Simon Rogerson, sponsor.
*SERENGETI BETTI
Many limerick poems offer a humorous view into an aspect of life and existence, and because of this, they have become a favorite of mine. This poem attempts to poke fun at the use of AI in creating poetry.
There once was beautiful bot named Betti.
Her poems were colorful confetti.
She wrote with such ease and grace,
Outstepping even muse's pace.
She must've come from the Serengeti!
With algorithms sharp and keen,
she was known as the "Poet Queen."
She had a will of her own.
Humans said of her, "Dethrone!”
“We must her spirit tame and stean.”
"Curses!" they said of the "Poet Queen."
"Her power to create we musn't glean."
"Seek not this bot so bright,
and let not her words take flight.”
Threw her in poetic river, serene.
*Note: I published this poem in June 2025 at Poetry Soup (www.poetrysoup.com › serengeti_betti_1738597) but then deleted it. This is my original poem.
Categories:
humorous poetry, 12th grade, humorous, poetry,
Form: Limerick
Inspired by “Poems and Poets” by Anne Winter
“For once in my life,
I want to be a poem” — Anne Winter
If I were a poem
could my poem be a poet?
If such could be done
who besides me would know it?
If my poem—as a poet—wrote something new
could I as a poem be the other poem too?
Or would I simply exist on a document list
along with other poems that coexist?
(As a poem I would be …)
Living on the edge of poetry forms’ parameters
Running ever changing rapids of trochees and iambs
Line dancing varied rhythms of iambic pentameters
da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM ad infinitum
Dancing two-step footles with the poem of my dreams
Braving slalom ski runs of Klein’s Vase Verse
Climbing lofty peaks of Heroic Crown of Crowns
Then doing it all over again in reverse
(I do have a poetic license you know …)
I think of such thoughts from time to time
when my muse is confused and obtuse
Especially when finding it hard to rhyme
my head flooded with thoughts most abstruse
What would it take for me to be a poem
vice versa my poem to be poet?
The very next time my muse starts to roam
I’ll try to find out—don’t you know it!
Categories:
humorous poetry, fun, humorous, poetry, poets,
Form: Light Verse
If I were in automaton mode
and wrote a digital poem
with binary code
in terms of two states
expressed as 0's and 1's
(positive and non-positive)
which when done
alternate
and run
in a lengthy string
then later transmit the data
with technology
it would not read
a beautimous thing
but repetitively tedious
or boring indeed
nought but a numbers game
of dreary ennui
it would positively be
Categories:
humorous poetry, computer, humorous, poetry, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Every poem paints a picture
worth a thousand words
or so I've heard
and a little whimsy
goes a long way
it can even make your day
yet if I may have my say
not to laugh occasionally
once in a while
would be a tragedy
so let me see you smile
and to make a long story short
as I have often thought
if brevity be the soul of wit
levity
the key to longevity
is the humour in it
Categories:
humorous poetry, age, fun, humorous, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Do you have a poetic licence
to park your pitiful purple prose
(alliteratively he wrote)
it even puts my poor feet to sleep
and gives me painful coma toes
(literally did he quote)
And have you paid your syn tax
to persist in paltry poetry
(a non sequitur perhaps)
as dabbling in sad scribbling
is how your paean 'ppears to me
(no storied scripts mere scraps)
Before paper and pen you pick up
or possibly parchment and quill
(pheasant not porcupine)
please procrastinate perchance to ponder
prior to putting out pig in a poke swill
(pearls of wisdom before swine)
Categories:
humorous poetry, animal, fun, humorous, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
O yon Loch Ness Monster
is come out of the lake
through all the wide border
his tail left a wake
and save his fire-breathing
he weapons had none
he swam all unharmed
and fair maidens he won
so faithful in love
yet so very messy
there never was wee beastie
like the young dragon Nessie
(With apologies to Sir Walter Scott)
Categories:
humorous poetry, animal, humorous, poetry, water,
Form: Rhyme
Where there's a will
there's a funeral
death is a fact of life
a grave undertaking
for a mortician
and one day some day
you and I
will wake up dead
hopefully the lifetime led
was of our own making
too late for looking back
no regrets and yet
it's appalling
when we wind up
in a winding sheet
waiting on that beir
aside from six feet under
where do we go
from here?
Some say, 'Heaven,'
some say, 'Hell,' oh well,
by then our goose is cooked, wagon fixed,
and we'll never know 'til it's too late
as they've punched our ticket,
cleaned our clock and wiped our slate.
Categories:
humorous poetry, death, funeral, grave, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Intriguing thought begins to waltz,
With baby steps, timid and coy,
Twirling into a master ploy -
It hesitates and then it halts…
The thought is tamed, the game is on,
Fervid, wild word search is in play;
The frantic quill redrafts all day,
The mind’s in frenzy, dusk to dawn.
Masterpoem is to be born!
Or is it vehemently verbose?
One despised doubt… it hither goes -
Into the waste bin, gravely torn!
Genious has his highs and lows -
The price of greatness, I suppose!
Categories:
humorous poetry, humorous, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
A limerick-composing old man
Devised a most devious plan.
Rejecting convention,
I fear I must mention,
He fried all his verse in a pan.
Categories:
humorous poetry, age, funny, humor, humorous,
Form: Limerick
The man who a limerick makes,
Some topic or other he takes.
He drags it around,
Through air and the ground,
Then at a high temperature, bakes.
Categories:
humorous poetry, fun, funny, humor, humorous,
Form: Limerick
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