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Perched on figurative shoulder...
taking devil's advocate stance...,
with sharp eyed cognizance
of course Joe King abidance!
Wild eyed traitor Joe Schmoe,
albeit Democrat subjects himself to grow
wing skepticism at impeachment show
whip lashed, viz strapping jock who stow
weapons of mashed destruction
expects at least one rotten tomato,
or "mother's petrified pop slop,
electronic brickbats, et cetera
hard as(s) bupkis targeting yours truly
smack dab rendering aspiring po'
wit smashing me face
courtesy final deathblow,
while pilloried vainly
waiting for... Godot,
cuz I must say impeachment travesty
appears triumphantly trumped,
where Nancy Pelosi will eat crow
proving Hillary Clinton's catchphrase
basket of deplorables apropos
aforementioned speaker of the house
tin pot dictatorial desperado
scuttling hither and yon to and fro
oddly enough even staking out
manhunt for Wizard of Oz
enlisting (right on the Dot) doggone toto
tense seat of pants increasing
stiff competition on all faux pas,
whereby freezeframe tableaux
icy (I see) as temperatures
dip down into five below
analogous to stop motion
projector manned by bonobo
sports petsmart stuff and struts
(think shock absorbed) ditto
Ringling Bros and Barnum
& Bailey Circus, where ma's yoyo
tricks, tracks, and trumps...
three ringed circus, nonetheless
(toe) nail biting suspense
amazingly graceful slick cameo
starring emperor donning
invisible new clothes
couture well worn portfolio
prosecutorial cadres itching
to dredge schmutz (quad) drilling,
and extracting ore region null
evidence upending forefathers status quo
appearing impressive bandying
sine qua non quid pro quo bingo
emphatic pedantic Latin Oh
though above named
language dead - Anglo
Saxon heavily and
will (yum) doth barr row,
especially to appear self important
those of the Senate
does saul full bellow.
(alternately titled:
why yours truly crafted six electronic aliases).
No rhyme nor reason beatle browed
beastie boy long ago
created INXS of half dozen
email addresses gallivanting
feigning himself a most sought after
singular modest beau
courtesy crass brazen duplicity
eventually forced to eat crow
campy bonehead devoured carrion
(blech) property extinct dodo.
Egregious discreet escapades
sneeze silly explains at chew
(albeit lamely) philandering,
foolish extramarital dalliances,
I now regret and genuinely eschew
interesting complete one hundred eighty
sobering perspective regarding grandview
emotional shell shocked fallout experienced
courtesy this wanderlust myopic
quite reformed practicing Jew
whose doubting thomas belief, credo, dogma...
closely aligned with Unitarianism milieu
dirty deeds done dirt cheap willingly crafted
previous poems offering adulterated preview
years after, the missus
got told deux gals I did hammer, nail and screw
at present juncture within space time continuum,
yours truly maintains critical view
bespeaking polygamous antics,
now reviled when garden variety
generic primate initially acted cagey
while going bananas within human zoo.
I sought amorous affections
(think verboten fruit) cuz marriage went askew
(daily altercations transpired
between me and the missus),
thus as iterated above
unhappy husband stealthily finagled bravado
(dreamt up one after another digital pseudonyms
blithely cavorting debauchery ejaculating
unsuspecting self incrimination) cyber sex debut
successfully launched prurient hitherto
novel short lived role as Casanova
starring me... Matthew
Scott Harris whose hubris
coursed thru mine every sinew
until... worst fate than being caught
by cannibalistic Zulu.
No matter how some complain and bellow
they are exposed, each a trolling fellow
I'd look them in the eye
for telling one more lie
but I heard they're too busy eating crow
by Jenna Logan
Their "platforms" anchored, tightly tethered
Their statements all "if, ands, and whethers"
While blowing their horns
And spitting out thorns
From mouths full of fluffy crow feathers
by John Lawless
Cruel comments, sure catch one's eye
Demeaning, vindictive, but sly
Trolls aim to debase
And leave a bad taste
Perhaps they should eat humble pie
by Jan Allison
Some people just won't admit when they're wrong
Like to spin yarns and then string you along
But without any doubt
They are always caught out
Then feast on the first crow that comes along
by Tom Cunningham
Will he choke while eating crow
A feeble mind he does show
He messed in the blog
When he slopped his hog
His words are wind and they blow
by Mark Koplin
Your posts pretend to blow off steam
but your words are so very mean
time to eat some crow
maybe time to go
Your vile blogs make me want to scream
by Tania Kitchin
So many people are really just a fake
It's just who they are, dear lord, for heaven's sake
I just want them all to know
I'd fill their mouths with crow
And feed them as much as their fat cheeks can take
by Charlie Messina
A taste of revenge for the blogger
Whose intention is to cause bother
It's made perfectly clear
Folly falls on deaf ears
So fool, go eat crow for some fodder
by Belle Bellevue
“FAKE” Festering Marital Spite Only Backfired...
More than a bajillion painful eons
after pledging troth
with thee missus,
whom I definitely blindly wed
comprised great ta ra ra boom
de ay ye blood red
boomerang/ domino pizza pie
effect pronouncing lead
din saucy impact inducing
mushrooming reverberations,
she continuously smacks me with dread
naught (Hawaiian punch style)
upside the head
jarring delicate anatomical
soft as freshly baked bread
gray matter, qua delicate
psyche got skull fully outspread
knocking down intelligent quotient
less than porcine Nellie, one smart
pig in poke farmstead,
where unseen hemorrhaging bled
scarring, seething, and suffering
practically indelible contusions
finds me whirling back from Sheepshead
Bay to stone age of Fred
Flintstone, where shmoo zing schwilly
found yours comfortably numb,
and yet kept on truckin as if grateful dead,
asper decades worth oven
po' whetted unleavened bread.
This insufferable afflicted
brow beaten doughless bro
tantamount, viz time
and again forced to eat crow
yes (ma pet) even as prank no
joking even derided by (thanks to Yo
yo ma spouse) innocent looking Elmo
nsync with mouths of scared
bullies vitriol, which did flow
exploding like embers
kindled within me plenti glow
wing with blood lust vengeance
antithesis trademarked ho ho ho
wing of Santa Claus, intending
to crush indomitable of this Joe,
whose spit fired spirit, also
suffered strafed bruised flesh
indistinguishable from indigo
girls or goo goo dolls know
wing no better than dodo
bird than besiege this hobo!
I could not afford a Bow Flex, costs too much
I get diagrams to build my own from a man named Henry Clutch
The instructions say if I build it right
It will make me lean and my stomach tight
The first step, according to the instructions, is to collect empty beer bottles and
cans
I go across the road to see Inez and Stan
They open their closet and tell me to take what I need from empties in here
I was kind of disappointed when none of them were from Busch Beer
They ask me what are they for, I tell them they're for a hobby
I smile as I see myself in 32 weeks with a trailer park body
The next step is to collect some full sand bags, I know who to contact, the
National Guard
I know a female Sargeant there, he name is Louise, but her troops call her Black
Bart
She has the looks of her dad Stew
But she has a singing voice like Julie Andrews
She hooks me up with three full sand bags, which is more than I need
Step three I can't do, it would violate the trailer park creed
I guess cheaper isn't always the way to go
I bragged to my wife about the new me, but now I must eat crow
I decided to use the stuff I collected to decorate the front yard, but my wife said it
would look too gaudy
I look around at the heroes here at the park and realize that after all I do have a
trailer park body
Now I am back to square one
This trailer park is rippin' and roarin' fun
That couch sitting out in front of lot nine
After it's dark it will be mine
I wrote these when the Soup was down and had no place to share them
History of the Day
Oct 15th
This is the anniversary of the first draft card burning
It happened at Berkeley when the country was turning
From support of the war and the peace all were yearning
It didn’t stop the drafting; it didn’t stop the war
It didn’t stop at Berkeley but happened more and more
And it got the country thinking – what are we fighting for
We thought we had to do it when the war did start
But I really can’t condone it; we all should do our part
But give the guy some credit; he did it from his heart
Oct 16th
That “Let them eat cake” was such a low blow
The populists decided she had to eat crow
The year was 1793
The Antoinette we called Marie
Was led to the gallows on this very day
With the drop of the knife, her head rolled away
For the knife was sharp and the cut was clean
And that was the end of the French King and Queen
Oct 17th
On this day in 31
Al Capone was finally done
Convicted then of tax evasion
By accountants math equations
Eleven years his sentence said
A stroke and syphilis left him dead
And remember back in 89
World Series baseball time
Earthquake off the Richter scale
San Francisco faces pale
66 were killed that day
As roads and bridges all did sway
mdailey
Horn Haiku Splendid
Wish it had never ended
really intended
always will exhort
having to go to court
paying child support
(selling myself short)
(trip had to abort)
(taring down the fort)
(ship sank at the port)
(type of court was tort)
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(had to take off wart)
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because I had told you so
mouth off like to blow
(big party will throw)
(a great garden grow)
(lawn will have to mow)
(always fight my foe)
(hole in shirt shall sew)
(I had stubbed my toe)
(hope win, place or show)
(garden have to hoe)
(saw Good Morning Joe)
(will have to eat crow)
(made a lot of dough)
(should use sweet and low)
(what matter be oh)
(like both Frost and Poe)
(down stream boat will row)
(away things did stoe)
(my horse had to whoa)
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Am writing poems, watching MSNBC, having Biscotti with my coffee;
have haircut at noon, reading my email, and Compline again with
Kevin at St Matthews 8-830 PM and Kevin's Compline and compline
with my church St. James Episcopal.
Horn Haiku Splendid
Wish it had never ended
really intended
always will exhort
having to go to court
paying child support
(selling myself short)
(trip had to abort)
(taring down the fort)
(ship sank at the port)
(type of court was tort)
wort on skin - Search (bing.com)
(had to take off wart)
tort court - Search (bing.com)
Can you come up with a poem like this?
can go to below
because I had told you so
mouth off like to blow
(big party will throw)
(a great garden grow)
(lawn will have to mow)
(always fight my foe)
(hole in shirt shall sew)
(I had stubbed my toe)
(hope win, place or show)
(garden have to hoe)
(saw Good Morning Joe)
(will have to eat crow)
(made a lot of dough)
(should use sweet and low)
(what matter be oh)
(like both Frost and Poe)
(down stream boat will row)
(away things did stoe)
(my horse had to whoa)
Below my poems find
when you will want peace of mind
as poet have resigned
Poets With Most Poems Posted on PoetrySoup
Am writing poems, watching MSNBC, having Biscotti with my coffee;
have haircut at noon, reading my email, and Compline again with
Kevin at St Matthews 8-830 PM and Kevin's Compline and compline
with my church St. James Episcopal.
I'm hearing rumors that are easy to believe
but none of them give me reason to grieve
You've been telling people their poetry sucks
Words from your mouth flow in a fetid flux
What arrogance is revealed in your slander
You don't rile me enough to raise my dander
The absolute truth is that I just don't give a fig
Your remarks show you to be an arrogant prig
How dare you disparage so many other poets
People call you 'rude' in case you don't know it
I've laughed at your slurs and each bitter assault
If the truth hurts your feelings, it's all your fault
You've mocked and criticized lots of poetry
making you a monster with green-eyed jealousy
I've heard from many, and in their point of view
'they' say you're a nasty male version of a shrew
There's been quite an extensive survey taken
and the unanimous results should jolt and awaken
you to see that on you this request they bestow...
The message: "Open your big mouth and eat crow
Oh, but that is something you would never do
so there'll be no lamenting nor feelings of blue
No tears of sorrow on the smiing cheeks of many
of those you've insulted, and there's been plenty
I’m walking on cloud nine
My victory divine,
To the legions full of haters
And the Media’s nasty baiters,
All I say is ‘told you so’
Go ahead and all eat crow!
A new dawn has now arisen
Gone the shackles of this prison,
Euphoria’s clearly not the word
But the best of those I’ve heard
To describe my sense of glee
That I’d simply call ‘Whoopee’.
I’m the toast of this fine town
The cat’s undoubted super meow,
Handshakes everywhere galore,
High-fives and fist bumps by the score,
I’m the man of this momentous hour
Discarding doubts as to my power.
,
All this money gone to waste
Accusations spat in haste,
But isn’t Karma such a ,
The perfect lesson for that witch
That her loss was fair and square,
If all just won but by a hair,
If truth be told while so elated
That my victory is feted,
The greater joy this moment brings
Where my heart unbridled sings,
Is the sound of wailing voices
Bemoaning Democrat’s bad choices.
Such sore losers, slimy worms
That wriggle constantly like germs,
Feeding on lies and innuendo
With predictable crescendo,
For it to all come crashing down
Leaving me the smile, they the frown.