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Form may be wrong. Inspired by good ole Dr. Seuss
I do not like them at all
Not one tiny bit
I do not like those weird people
Who think they’re the stuff
Nope, I just do not care
For those people, I don’t
I won’t give them a chance
I won’t, no I won’t
I will not write their name
On a Christmas card, ever
I simply refuse
I won’t do it, nope, never
Those people with noses
High up in the air
Those jerks and their face humps
I clearly don’t care
Those people with cars
Named thing one and thing two
They have one too many
And look down on you
No, I just don’t have need
For those people with money
I don’t like their rich jokes
They, just, are not funny
Don’t ask me to be nice
It won’t happen, you see
I don’t like those people
And they do not like me
"All alone! Whether you like it or not,
alone is something you'll be quite a lot!"
Quote from- Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You'll Go! And The Larax
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Sometimes I am utterly, totally, entirely lonely,
There are days all I want to do is eat macaroni;
And on the carpet play roly-poly with my doggie,
Secluded and apart, toasty, cozy and all solitary.
Alone in myself, all alone wholly and sorrowfully,
Altogether silent, oh I enjoy the quiet completely;
Lonely can be good for writing a long, long story,
Or penning a sweet verse or rhyming a little poesy.
So when you feel lonely, just be still and write poetry,
And don't be sad, don't be afraid and don't be angry,
Just be lonely.
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August 7, 2015
Poetry/Rhyme/"Utterly, Totally, Entirely, Lonely"
Copyright Protected, ID 07-698-175-07
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the contest, Dr. Seuss Quote Prompt,
Sponsor Casarah Nance
Seventh Place
I’ve been given a rare giggle fish
he lives in a glass bowl not a dish
My giggle fish acts just like a clown
he swims well, so he’ll never drown
I’ve named my pet giggle fish Tony
he’s scrawny; he’s so thin and bony
He blows raspberries in his glass bowl
Tony’s tiny, but he’s got lots of soul!
He seemed cold, so I must confess
I bought him a blue sequined dress!
He wears it when we go out for a walk
When folk see us, they stand and gawk!
Tony can giggle; it's a fact not a hoax
he recites rude rhymes and bad jokes
At night time I read him Dr Seuss
as he sips his purple orange juice
I bend down to kiss his small head
as I tuck him in a feather lined bed
When he wakes he pours me some tea
he’s a unique pet, I think you’ll agree!
BUNNY JUMP Contest by Caren Krutsinger
12/21/18
Courtesy of Marx (albeit Zeppo,
Harpo, Groucho, and Chico), whose
acts (along Seuss iz Zacks Fifth
Avenue) brought generations of
laughter to Vaudeville, and then
the Silver Screen adlibbed, linkedin,
and ransacked skits zoid material
Bing very loosely based on his best
known writings (Oh Pee Yet Of The
Masses) by Karl Marx (no relation
to Bros Grin), and Friedrich Engels
whar they whiz instrumental qua
Cingular Capitalone political philosophy
paradigm as spit, and (shoe) shining,
seducing, and salivating players trans
formed Msn Netzero Linkedin Petsmart
Aleck outlook and pinterest, when their
collective insight did cents how masses
(i.e. bourgeois) took a rakish (otherwise)
up standing Norwegian bachelor farmer
for comic relief to break monotony of
agrarian obligations, and serve up one
heaping healthy portion per production,
sans whatever whims would crop
up by infusing thespian showdown
incorporating commune nic cache shun
(disproportionate) app peals studded terrain
with locked havens avast re shtetl ment.
Hoi Polloi re: common folk in sore need
of distraction and belief in a brighter side
of life, than saliva dehydrating brute nose
to the grindstone pathetic existence, yoked
as oxen to plows, where plodding tattered
shod feet scraped a pencil thin line, whence,
seeds sprinkled into futile ruts forecast angry
birds to shutterfly, twittering like bada$$
beastie boys Dharma bumming while On
The Yellow Brick Road.
Inn ascent bystanders avian avatars initially
supposedly sprung from ergot, mushroom
and/or smut spores, whereas the myth of
one mortal idol (Matthew Scott Harris) did
rival Vladimir Ilich (frequently corrupted into...
Magical mystical hypnotic me
Tragical tristical erotic whee
Exotic purpuric robotic see?
Magical mystical hypnotic me
Unfortunately I get these Seuss rhymes of blue,
Making up words faster than I have any right to
It is like my muse is on fire with silliness
I have to go along, with her crazy willy-ness
I dance and prance my way through this reluctantly
Wishing I could stop and get myself a cup of tea
But Trixie my arrogant muse is not to be thwarted or stopped
She is in charge of my dendrite alley, and will give me a whop.
Magical mystical hypnotic me
Tragical tristical erotic whee
Exotic purpuric robotic see?
Who else has this trouble besides little ‘ole me?
Dr Seuss' quote-
You know you are in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
Starry sky
As I lie on my bed
restless and sleepless,
Staring at night sky
lending twinkle to stars,
Amazed at the beauty
way they look so bright,
Those dreams of longing
vanish in insomnia,
Maybe I am in love,
maybe I was out of sight.
As I conquer my desires
yearnings reach an end,
His love in my heart
pounces to pretend,
Dreams turned to reality
sleep no more fascinates,
Maybe I am in love
and I was out of sight then.
Eyes that once sobbed dry
now the tears glitter,
On every tender blink
I fear losing these pearls,
Heart that stops awhile
and regains its flair,
Hymn that darkness sings
the starry sky enchants.
Maybe I am in love,
When dreams put to reality,
Who bothers about sleep ?
Written August 12th, 2015
For contest by Casarah
Now entered for contest " Theme#1 Stars- old poem contest" by SKAT A
Awarded 10th place win
I can not believe that in our United States
A country known for the best debates
A country known for equal rights
A country that fairly wins our fights
I can not believe this and neither should you
There must be something we can do
First, they began changing toys, I couldn't believe what I read
There was nothing biased about Mr. Potato Head
Barbie was built as a blonde skinny babe but that wasn't too made kids feels bad or afraid
Now this next part is completely abstruse
These idiots want to ban Dr. Seuss
Six books are offensive and some say anti-Semitic
I am Jewish from birth and just don't get it
Others say he portrays races in a bad way
Six of his books are going away
Our children suffer can't go out to play
The virus has taken so much away
and now beloved books and toys
what's next no music
cause it makes noise?
Dr. Seuss had children learning to rhyme
I read to my patients all the time
Dr. Seuss's characters are cartoon-like and funny
they don't depict racial slurs or money
I'm ashamed of our stupid generation
will they omit history from education
can't study wars of north and south
no more Fred Flinstone with his big mouth
society is truly becoming scary
read what they say bout Little House on the Prarie
and the elephant our beloved Babar
this censorship has gone too far
first the masks next what? Cages?
we are returning to the dark ages
I think all lives matter yay fight for that
But you DO NOT MESS WITH CAT IN THE HAT!!!
A furry little caterpillar
Crawled onto my knee
He turned into a butterfly
And landed in a tree
Beside him was a humming bird
Sucking pollen from a rose
When down fell an inchworm
That landed on my nose
A little baby bunny rabbit
Hopped onto my lap
When I started petting him
His ears began to flap
A big fat bullfrog
Jumped on the table
I asked, "Can I help you down?"
He said, "Ribbit... I am very able!"
I came across a rooster
Sitting on a fence
A sign said "you can pet him
For only fifty cents"
As I peeked into a sty
I heard a great big thud
I saw the three little piggy's
Rolling in the mud
I looked up in the sky
And I saw a lonesome goose
I whistled "where are you flying to"
He replied. "to visit Dr. Seuss
August 16, 2018
Poem by charles messina
I added fourth stanza
A couple nights ago
(today being August 4th, 2021)
while walking around the parking lot after dark
over yonder shrieking catcall heard - hark
at first methought, a baby experienced distress,
I immediately scratched that notion
far fetched as sound out the beak of bewailing lark
but Highland Manor apartments
generally quiet as cemetery park.
Truth be told yours truly an overgrown fraidy cat
who naturally sought to turn sharp
on his heels and beat path
for domicile entrance within seconds flat.
Hypothesization generated imagination
to conjure fate worse than death
predicated after huffing and puffing
(pertaining to above mentioned activity)
gasping for my last breath
praying to dog to escape
versus being figurative cooked goose
cowardliness quickly dismissed lame excuse
to avoid become laughingstock
with addled pate stuck within noose.
Maybe ferocious feral rabid animal on the loose
oh if only seen courtesy Doctor Seuss
what with me with hair raised straight up
and/or the wild beast
charging faster than lightning greased
impossible mission to call a truce
where creature waggled her/his tail
analogous to derailed caboose
prompting joker within me
to splutter what the deuce,
not wanting to discover vis a vis
common denominator most least
cuz mortal kombat witnessed bloody bloke
pronouncing one lapsed (Aloe there)
spidery legged wandering Jew deceased.
Forsooth
aforementioned scenario fabrication of truth
insipid since contents (reasonably rhyming materiel)
devoid remotely labeled uncouth
fiction employed to entice reading poem
tastefully accomplished akin to wine
knowingly spiked with brandy
infused with herbs and spices
such sweetened drink constitutes
one of two varieties regarding
never drinking teetotaler vermouth;
red (sweet), which originally
hails from Italy, and white (dry)
which first appeared in France.
I woke up from the house of dead...
Awakened by some noise
I heard the sounds of two young children...
Playing with their toys
Alone I live here by myself...
In my single bedroom house
I moved here seven years ago...
When death had stole my spouse
The noise was coming from my attic...
So I looked to see what I could find
When I opened up my ceiling hatch...
The sight had blown my mind
It was an elderly man reading a book...
Hanging from a noose
So I slammed the door and ran like hell...
It was the ghost of Dr. Seuss
Ghost Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
2/20/21