Long Silly Poems
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I am tired of Taylor Swift,
Her face I can not avoid.
I know you gals get my drift.
I love her, but am annoyed.
She has all those Swifty fans.
Isn't that enough for her?
All she does is sing and dance,
and is known throughout this
earth.
Her picture is everywhere!
Won't you give me a break Please?!
Kelce and her, are a pair.
Watch the Kansas city chiefs.
I turn the radio on.
You won't believe who I hear.
My daughter's favorite song.
You guessed wrong, it's Britney Spears.
Gotcha LOL
Michael Tor
Taylor is a wonderful
performer but I think
they overcharge at her
concerts and parents
foot the bill for their
teenage kids...
Michael Tor
Individuality-noun, Total characterization peculiar to and distinguishing an individual from another.
In a word full of close minded ways and being yourself never stays. Change yourself for a peers embrace just to be accepted into a world of similarity. Why can’t anyone just be themselves? Give up your own ways to be seen differently from people who will never really see you the way you want to be seen. Everyone giving up what they believe in to have friends.
I think everyone should be themselves. Who should care what others think? You are yourself, always believe, no matter what you think, all they will do is deceive. Your life is your own, your time to see, no matter what you do the people around you will never act the way you think. Lie to you, stab you in the back.
I’ve had the unfortunate opportunity to see this personally. My whole life I had tried to be myself as much as I can, no matter how much of a reject, I spend my time around fake friends, who talk of nothing but girls, drugs or alcohol. All around everyone is associating themselves with fakes. Is it worth changing who you are for someone you don’t fit in with? High school is a complicated time, full of sociality instead of school. I believe finding yourself is what high school should be about, but in this time of judging people for who they are, how can someone decide who they want to be, when other people choose it for them?
I believe being yourself is the most important asset a person has. Being yourself means dressing the way you want to, talking the way you want to, acting however you want, without caring about the way other people judge you. If someone chooses to go out of their own way just to judge you for the way you are, then it just means someone has done the same thing to them. They are just treating you the way they are treated. Let people judge you just the way you are, because chances are they are the kind of person who just wants to be like you. Don’t let yourself be bullied over something as silly as your individuality.
In a world full of close minded ways; and being yourself never stays, why can’t we all just be ourselves? Instead of all one of the same? Don’t give up your own beliefs for someone else. Your life will be better off that way.
Flamingo Buzzards
Our buzzards and flamingos...mismatched as can be,
tho each have wings and feet, the buzzard is compact:
flamingos, tall and slim, scoop shrimp so charmingly,
while buzzards from the air, hunt prey to be attacked.
Somehow, this hobby recently appeared to merge
the grizzly buzzard, sleek flamingo...make one bird.
Whatever spurred them on to have this sudden urge?
Combining these two species seems to be absurd.
Used as lawn ornaments, most oft on Halloween,
in groups of two or three, they're noticed right away.
Our eyes become confused absorbing what is seen;
this combination is unique...not nature's way.
Now, how did this spread 'round as a creative feat,
to merge such varied species, post online the guides
on how to join together birds with wings and feet
with nothing else in common? Logic overrides!
Sandra M. Haight
Form: Iambic Hexameter (12 syllables, 6 feet per line)
These crazy crafts have become very popular.
Just type 'flamingo buzzards' on your Internet
search bar, and you will see them.
Years ago, but one
Nineteen hundred and thirty one
Solomon the Gun
He smoked big cigars
He drove really big fast cars
On his face a scar
He ruled the city
Drove us all into pity
Made us feel shifty
The world his oyster
I don't mean to be witty
Boiled, fried, roasted
He always boasted
"I can take anyone out
Anytime I wish"
He owned everyone
Father, mother, daughter, son
No one was safe from
Solomon the Gun
He's always a gangsters son
With a Tommy Gun
He killed thirteen men
St. Valentines Massacre
Dirty cold red blood
Alibi's no good
Now Solomon's on the run
The cops after him
Nowhere left to run
Solomon's shot in the head
He was left for dead
Oh, he's all but gone
Nothing but a memory
Newspaper fodder
Now, he wasn't brave
Buried in an unmarked grave
Never to be saved
He was just stupid
A total stooge and moron
Solomon the Gun
When you fight the law
You'd best have the bigger gun
And bigger ego
Better be faster
On the draw and on the run
Or it's your last here
Now, you may well say
What's the moral of the story?
What to take away?
Solomon the Gun
The moral is simply this
Don't be like he was...
Fran, the zoo’s favourite orangutang
Was caught today playing with a boomerang
Later to onlookers she showed her fang
As she stuffed her face with banana pie meringue
As one hand held on to the overhang
From which she forever swang
With boundless energy Fran sprang
And joyfully bells rang and rang
That night Fran got into her yellow mustang
And drove to a karaoke and sang
Her words had the perfect slang
Although most painful was their twang
As though Fran felt a sudden pang
She ended with an awesome bang
Said goodnight to all the gang
Can you believe this whole shebang
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on September 15, 2018 for contest PLAYING WITH WORDS UNDER FIRE sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER - RANKED 1ST
Alex couldn't stop thinking about his mess
It was just so silly and depressed
But he could never forget the pork grease
That morning, Alex encountered a spill express
He had to calm himself with an arrest
Alex couldn't stop thinking about the mess
Later, Alex was spooked by a test
He tried to focus on it in English
But he could never forget his breakfast mess
Maud tried to distract him with an embrace
Said it was time to start thinking about a nest
Alex couldn't stop thinking about the mess
Alex took action like a success
The mess was like a toxic test
But he could never forget the egress
Alex nosedived like a common distress
His mind turned into rest
Alex couldn't stop thinking about the mess
But he could never forget the egress
01/19/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020
Before men did a tower build,
within their mind, the seed of pride
like a noxious weed in fields was sown.
To replace God was their sole aim
and establish for themselves a name.
This seed in Satan did abound.
He thought to take the place of God.
In him, iniquity was found,
so, God expelled him with his squad.
On Shinar’s plain men planned to build,
a tower reaching to the sky.
A symbol of man’s raised clenched fist,
against God who, he dared to despise.
Seeing that man’s heart was steadfast,
and his bent to sin was diecast,
God confounded mankind's language
and brought an end to his silly scheme.
When Nebu’s heart with pride was filled
a golden image he did build.
He set it up on Shinar’s plain,
a symbol of eternal reign.
With a pride-filled heart, his fate was sealed,
e’en while he did the scepter wield.
Then for seven years a maniac mild,
he dwelt with beasts out in the wild.
Man’s quest to take the place of God
has been both foolhardy and flawed.
His schemes to educate the mind
have produced men of the worse kind.
Today confusion still abounds,
as Wisdom is cast to the ground.
Misfortune follows like a hound,
humanity that seems hell-bound.
The Tower of Babel’s fateful plight
on human hubris shines God’s light.
Let all who God’s will dare assail
be doubly sure their schemes will fail.
Where did the conversations go?
We use to spend hours on end just talking.
Time spent would just flow.
And we had fun just walking.
Now we barely even crack a smile.
For your gaze is always turned to your phone.
And I feel as if I am not worthwhile.
Even when we are together I feel alone.
I stand here wondering what I did wrong,
I know you will be quick to tell me I am to blame.
It was me all along.
Not a second goes by without somebody calling my name.
What next?
Where do we go from here?
I guess the only mode of communication is by text.
Nevermind, the notifications you just don’t hear.
I would ask you that question.
However, you don’t acknowledge my voice.
I seem to always give you the wrong impression.
And you will tell me it’s my choice.
Alright, now what?
My choice, really?
Sharing is caring… u.k … pop pop and Jojo… that’s my thought !!!
Catch you later, silly
I know a lot of people,
But there’s also a lot I don’t know,
But the people I’ve met Weither it be,
Big or small,
Maybe we just met,
Know you had a role,
Wether it be little or not,
You were still there yah know,
But just those little memories and fun moments,
They ment the world to me and a lot to others I bet,
Not a lot of people acknowledge it,
Some even take it for granted,
But Weither your still with us,
Or have passed to a better place,
If you found joy and tried in a world as ours,
I don’t doubt you were amazing,
And I bet you brought so much joy,
Looking back
It was back in those summers,
Sharing our fun and silly or dark and sirioues poems,
was when I ever started poetry.
-Kitsuko Dragonstar/ -Toko
A tribute poem to Ryan.L
(Inspired by Marvin Goldfarb's great contest in which I won a trophy cup and wonderful poems by other English poets as noted below, 'LESSON IN LIFE' by BrittBrattTechy, 'Every child deserves better' by Poetryintheblood, and..'TODAY'S SOCIETY' By Gary. W. Hill.)
My poem below then read the poems I copy pasted in my author notes.
Instead of ' in and out the dusty bluebells ' my title is:
In and out the lusty no weddin bells'
If you are ruthlessly one of those
who changes lovers like you do your clothes
and if you do beget each time
think of the hapless kids you leave behind
rather than the silly selfish fun you have each time
for you deprive them of either yourself
or your ex-other half.
Gosh, it took two to make a child
so it takes two to make it glow and grow
For nurturing them, both of you as couple need show
A single mother is modernity's most pitiable unfortunate sight
Modernisation to be blamed for this miserable plight.
How many times will you jilt and ditch partners
just for moments of nihilistic pleasure and excitement?
But why let your innocent tiny tots suffer
as if children were mere byproducts!
And byproducts of what?
I say, of flitting, fleeting lusts and desirous passions,
when senses can't think of consequence or contraceptions,
for damn it you can't know where and when you will be carried away...
Then the resulting lil angels
to be cast aside as some leftovers
from past whirlwind romances.!
All that merry-go-round of flirtation
Marriage replaced by cohabitation
Falling in and out of the cycle-like-love
again and again for a newfound turtledove!
No probability of any stability
esp with the scenario of promiscuity
while kids suffer from disability.
Didn't the Creator expect all couples
to stay together till 'death do 'em' apart
So how dare any of His creations
stick together merely till 'they get tired and bored? ? ? ?
As if the heart were an everchanging love mart!
(pls do read the copy pasted poems by others below to get a gist of what im reiterating above)