I’m a dead muse walking, stuck in a queue
moving along slowly, spreading out too
A worm wriggles past, looking worse for wear
was caught in a hailstorm, guts everywhere
I'm a dead muse crawling, stuck fast in glue
caught up with the worm, he leaked so much goo
We're neck and neck, near the exit gate
I patch up his wounds, then use him for bait
I'm a dead muse fishing, snagging old reeds
the worm's in awful shape, each segment bleeds
I let him off the hook, just to take a rest
he looks juicy, but in truth not the best
I'm a dead muse starving, no appetite
can't find a stanza never mind a bite
And that poor li’l wiggler, I let him go
into the hailstorm, oops no, stupid crow!
By
David Kavanagh
three trotting turtles
slowly raise a cloud of dust
neck and neck finish
six hissing serpents
surreptitiously slither
escaping their pasts
three city ground hogs
shaking their "jay-lo" booties
cross against the light
John G. Lawless
©6/13/2023
two horses sprinting
neck and neck along the straight
yea i’m winning ~ neigh
By
David Kavanagh
Censorship’s alive and well
In Dickson, Tennessee,
Whose Roxy Theater advertised
Upon its proud marquee:
“Heckboy,” playing there beside
Both “Dumbo” and “Shazam.”
Of course, there’s no such movie
And that title is a sham.
The owner thinks profanity
Should not be on the sign,
So “Hellboy” was a name that she
Decided to refine.
To me, there’s not much difference
In those words; they’re neck and neck,
But such censorship implies this country’s
On its way to Heck.
My colour is that of a summer sky
With a few fluffy clouds just floating by.
The lake lays blue below the mountain still;
Much peace and calmness these waters instil.
From this shore a Bluebird was launched and flew
At breathtaking speed across the surface, blue.
In popular culture I’d sing the blues
If you dare to tread on my blue suede shoes.
At Easter–time a rivalry plays out
Upon the Thames in long and narrow boat,
A race ’tween college Blues, nine men afloat
With straining oars : neck and neck, or a rout ?
So, once in a blue moon, out of the blue,
There are so many blues of many’a hue.
Neck and neck in the night sky,
Dancing lights face each other;
But, what are they; UFO’s
Or Willow-the-wisp?
Truly Are No Better
Truly have never been better poems than mine;
You can tell by words along with each design,
And if not real,
Should conceal,
But mine are all true and absolutely divine.
Jim Horn
Have surpassed my ten again so am
adding my new poem onto this one.
Running Neck and Neck
While world was running neck and neck,
And we all ended up a complete wreck;
What goes around,
Will return around;
America is messed up last time did check.
Jim Horn again. Ho ho.
Another.
Hard To Bare
Was a body no one ever did bear
And in a grave it never was there
No comforting thought,
That had been sought;
They found this all hard to bare.
James Thomas Horn
Race Is Neck and Neck
Race is neck and neck;
Write most poems we do suspect;
Hope all are correct.
What I mean is there is a hot race between Position 4 and 5
in Poetry Soup regarding most poems written.
President Who Is An Albatross.
When in White House we
Came across a President,
Who was an albatross.
When we will see him,
Ourselves cross and say God save us
From the albatross.
Jim Horn
Republicans Are Really a Rip (Rest In Peace)
Took a jab at Jeb
Who might be a Johnny Reb
Should he ebb and ebb?
Full of ridicule
Candidates can be a fool
Mind has a loose tool.
Leaving things a wreck
Not playing with a full deck
Running neck and neck.
Down path we were led
Vote for Hilary instead
Hear what she has said.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
In competition, neck and neck
They held each other's pace.
The crowd was rooting silently
The whole entire race.
The both of them so well-prepared,
They'd practiced and they'd trained,
So every possibility
Their brains had entertained.
The final minutes soon approached
And I was thrilled to see
Both Vanya* and Gokul* were winners
Of the Spelling Bee!
*Vanya Shivashankar and Gokul Venkatachalam
were declared co-winners of the 2015
Scripps National Spelling Bee last night.
Battling straight from the gate again today; flesh as
Spirit neck and neck down time's back stretch ? Historia's
Derby goo goo girls google boys; holding their collective breath
While His child flys with golden wings transcending to grasp the sky....
Beelzebube's banshees clinging tight joculars night red rums plight the price ?
Baby digging in taking all their sin; hitting stride on a midnight ride shifting gears
To gather these tears ? Pulling away towards Love's, Holy Day tongues wagging big birds lagging.
Neck and neck,
Could taste something new,
And was rejected.
Because I was good,
Too good at something else.
She was a nobody,
Reaching for something she never had,
Respect.
I got nothing,
Even though I gave everything I had.
My body,
My heart,
My being entirely.
I thought I deserved it,
Everyone thought I did,
But I guess not.
I deserve to be nothing more
than a pawn,
Commanded by the major.
what's up stranger?
Everyday it's you and me,
all my life, we been neck and neck
however... waaaays
from eye to eye.
one of us still yet to vision
how we one and the same
but being so damn different
you and I , like suede and leather,
steam and water
I see you, my reflection in the mirror
not just an image, reflecting in the mirror
but the flipside of every personalities' possession
Is Life, living with your regrets?, being what don't end it
make you stronger?. cuz every Experience be a Lesson?
and you one of the two, guessin or asking questions
we fight the war with ourselves
then proceed with progression
What up stranger?
We thats neck and neck, but ways from eye to eye
how can we be the same person, and can't seem to unify?