Long Silly Poems
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Kicking stones is one way to pass time
Other times will be riding the bike
There are many ways that you can find
Take a walk through town and see the signs
Then going out on some friendly hike
Hanging with friends after the bell ring
Then playing some sports shortly after
And go to see the newest showing
Having sodas, popcorn, gum chewing
And just have fun, joking and laughter
Sometimes the circus follows the fun
kids go crazy, parents hysterics
it's a joyful time for everyone
reasons and purpose that they all come
laughter clowns caused ... just silly antics.
There's a park near town where fun is found
and a swimming pool for fools like us
a park, a pool, and a spacious ground
play soccer, football, or play around
a place of Arithmetic, A-Plus.
When I look at you, silhouettes spread through time,
Variations of life, in the curtain of stars,
As children, we lured each other with a warm thought,
Down an alley, where you brought me a large beetle,
And on my hair, you gently placed the odd traveler,
We gave it a name, and you whispered secrets,
A string of wisdoms from its tiny world,
You were a genius, speaking the frogs' language,
I believe every word, and worlds of beetles
In my wide eyes, are not silly at all.
When winter heralds an unknown ending,
And in snowy garments, my soul is lost,
In another realm, our fates have shifted,
Me a man, you a woman, a change without fears,
With a new body, I learn to love you anew,
No corner of the cosmos feels alien or cold.
The heights call us to be migrating birds,
Other times we meet as the hands of a clock,
I chase after you in flight, but I cannot reach.
Sometimes we are lazy morning cats,
Occasionally, I weave colorful ribbons into your hair,
I stroke your thighs faintly, in our silent game.
It seems that universes will never end,
Through every cell, I feel your hand like dreams,
In another life we laugh, choked by a sip,
In another, I'm a bee and I sting you, you're gone.
Often you kiss me goodbye,
And you embark on an endless journey, as if forever.
We meet at the front, and you carry me,
Wounded soldier, you ask if death hurts much.
We lay trembling hands over your wounds,
And we greet victory with open arms,
We stand in squares, veterans, and I remind you,
Since childhood, you were always by my side.
On the days when children look out from the bus,
They have your profound eyes and my calm voice,
Your stature and my footsteps on the pavements,
Your education, my tenderness, and your strength.
When old age comes and you whisper to me gently,
Thank you for being the sun in my life,
And I call you softly, "My sun."
On Saturdays when I tint my lips red,
Your cheeks bear kisses, like falling leaves,
I tell myself that dying without knowing you,
Is a great fear, a wild, nonsensical fear,
Without having lived, even one full life together.
Ooh I'm in love with poems that rhyme
Poems enrapture by their tuneful chime.
Ah hickory dickory dock
It's fun to see poems roll n rock.
Poems with a merry, cheery catchy tune
whisk me into that classic poetic boon
Poems embroidered with melody
send me forth into rhapsody
Just try your voicebox at a sing-a-long
and watch a poem go ping pong, ding dong.
Ah, it's poems with a funky beat
that are to me such a poetic treat
They are the ones that have
swept me off my feet.
Bouncy rhythms in rhyming verse
could be enjoyed even if they be a rant or terse.
I enjoy poems which bear those vivid rich tones
they'd even make ringtones for my cell-phones.
Poetic stanzas that have excellent symmetry
are my weakness in the realm of poetry.
Admirable is a well-structured rhyme scheme
provided you don't upset or stray from your theme.
Even silly nonsense rhymes give me a reader's thrill and fun
but meaninful rhyming ones
are ofcourse a bonus
as they make a two-in -one.
Ah poems with an astute rhythmic flow
are the ones for which you can take a bow
For no Dinars, dirhams or dime
do I sell my rhythm and buy your rhyme.
If you rhyme and write in meter
you can be sure I'll be your reader.
HAPPY RHYMING, CHIMING.
And jingle bells sing ring.
9 11
Of a very sad day of bereavement for the working class ..
when a father right at the top tumbled down for camera sensation and applauded by thick skulls around me in the office who went nuts.
a day where true hero's tried to save another against the strike at the hand of a satanic ideology juxtaposed as ego.
where were you ?
what is your throphy to this witness ?
where innocent working people were cowardly sabotaged and trapped in the name of what .. radical justification ?
the thick skulls sipped on beer afterwards.
I prayed with hope and silent heartfelt tears for real women and men so cowardly trapped & picked off.
And still on this day of 9 11 the ignorant still stunk of it to be a great martyr day.
But for real human brotherhood it was an embrace of value from one to another against a enemy of cowardice who kill and then hide.
God bless ..
Those father's
The mother's
Their son's and daughters
Of those loved one's who their lives.
Loved one's ..
now marked and ringed with the golden bracelet in heaven where they are the real martyrs.
Where were you at 9 11 ?
What a silly waste of time question.
What a meaningless collapse.
Please do not hold me within those claws of unworthiness
As if your judgment alone DEFINES me!
Get out of here, you little baby,
You don’t recognize what’s good for you!
Push away the peas,
But you’re still going to have to eat them!!!!
Your fresh eyes glanced easily upon stupidity,
No, not stupidity—merely mistake!
An innocent, mind-begrudging mistake!
That, yes, I admittedly made. . .
This is not even a scratch on the surface—
Not even a soft powder-pat on your tiny balls
That little trip up you witnessed,
That you misconceived as smart-alecky trash,
That you automatically assumed was ME,
It was YOU
So, rest easy,
I mashed the peas for you:
My heart is pumping with what you will never know
I am bleeding along the surface of your hardened exterior
I am a silly mistake in the form of a slip of the finger—
An acquitted mistake
That I will never make again
(trust me on that one, OLIVER!)
With all the efforts of justification,
You rest your eyes with utter annoyance upon me now
For that human, that CHILD standing there,
Smiling in the light like a sunburned baby’s ass
Is nothing but a diaper-filled disruption—
A **** disturbance uncalled for
But is adequately named, the one who IGNORES
The moment I looked at you, Oliver
I was certain of a sweet heart
It was in your eyes—a trust of kindness so genuine
So attractive you were,
Full of newness—a shiny toy that remains in the box
Limited edition (emphasis on limited)—exclusive….
By Destiny’s pacifying distain,
She taught me I could be crushed of dreams
The moment I fall on my face—
That people are not always who you think they will be
That I could be utterly and undeniably wrong in the good I see
And God, you sir, are so deliberately ugly to me!!!!!!
How’s that for an ETERNAL impression?!
*Sorry guys. But I needed a raw rant off my chest. Love you guys immensely. If there’s an Oliver that reads this poem on here, I promise I am not aiming this at you babe….just had to make that clear…. XD *
You promised you’d always be around even when you had to make yourself look so silly to make me smile even when I couldn’t you we’re always around even when it meant making the impossible possible even when it caused all eyes to open fingers pointing name calling finally settling down you promised to always make me laugh smile and know that you will be there right there even when you caused the stir in the first place funny right seeing through rose colored glasses remembering the vagueness of it all was there really a time where laughter was all we had I guess so cause I simply can’t help laughing even in the most trying times I find laughter peeking around the corner saying guess who I fall all over myself again craving another glass of Dom Perignon just because the bubbles tickles my nose making me laugh thinking of a calmer time a calmer place sitting across the desk watching your eyes move around the room who were we then looking into the future with a giant grin knowing the future was ours we owned it and didn’t give a dam who knew funny how life moves us lifting our dreams right off the ground soaring on a magic carpet ride over land and sea it truly is okay to laugh you know it truly is okay to dream like right now dreaming you’re here looking me square in my eyes saying what is it let me put that smile back on your face the only way I know how you know I’m always going to be around always the sun winks there it is that smile and in an instant I began laughing again see I told you I’d always be around I’m never ever leaving you no matter what you got that do you well good that’s my girl
Happiness is a state of mind
See a horse nuzzling its foal
They for the moment are surrounded by it.
Or a sunbeam shining over a flower
Making it sparkle and seem to dance with joy
Its the mass of little things that give pleasure
A child stops crying over a bump
When its mother gives it a kiss.
Its when little things by themselves
Don't matter but collectively they bear happiness,
You can have a half full glass or a half empty one
The choice is yours to make look out for nice memories.
So you see the more you quit crying over silly upsets
The happier you will become in return
Always choose to be positive about things
The reward will be that you enjoy life much more.
My friend sam is a crazy one
Deadlier than a loaded gun
An adrenaline junkie total wild
Never once will sam be mild
When were out im on edge
Coz sam is dull as a sledge
A man that catches sams eye
Will get a smack on the sly
Stealing cars racing for fun
Without a care for anyone
Drugs inhaled with every breath
Ready to die a crazy death
Never knowing sams next step
Dread to think of victims depths
A pretty girl crosses our path
Sam will grab her and laugh
Squeeze with wandering hands
Get a row off the doorman
No respect for any poor soul
Sam upsets humanity whole
Skip through life with no worries
As she never has her own money
What right have men to bundle Christmas snow
Who know full well their efforts end in death?
When up comes the sun, seen baking below,
A mis’rable puddle gasping for breath.
Where’s the compassion and holiday cheer
In stabbing an icon with carrot and stick?
Not only once but it’s year after year;
Truly, I tell you, they’ve gotta be sick.
And now this cartoon drawn mocking his fate!
Frosty, hang in there, we’re all on your side.
Tell greedy Fido his playtime can wait,
Arms aren’t attachments so easily pried.
Way beyond wrong, what these tormentors do -
Someone, please help, call the ACLU!
1/15/2017
Submitted for: Silly Christmas Cartoon
Cheers for The New Year
We cheer for the New Year at twelve a.m.,
Twirling noisemakers and blowing ticklers,
And make resolutions we plan to engram.
And party away wearing silly tams,
Singing Auld Lang Syne with our sweethearts,
And cheer for the New Year at twelve a.m.
Conscious boasts, though we know it’s a sham;
The mind is strong, but the body is weaker,
And make resolutions we plan to engram.
And swing to music played by the band,
Stepping on toes amid dance capers,
And cheer for the New Year at twelve a.m.
While overindulging in hams and drams,
And tell ourselves we will change later
And make resolutions we plan to engram.
Company abounds chattering flimflam;
Sitting around the table sharing laughter,
We cheer for the New Year at twelve a.m.
And make resolutions we plan to engram.