Bohunk climbed down the beanstalk today
Looked like an oaf said my young brother Jay
A bohunk is an oaf, I quickly told him
He was followed by his friend, ogre Jim
Jay asked me, does the bohunk have a name?
Talking to oafs and ogres is not my game.
Creatures from the sky are scary to me.
Especially if they are not a fantasy.
Categories:
oafs, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
When wilting wolds wing winters ‘wards one’s way;
When happenstance shall hurry haven hence;
When all the oily oafs shall overwhelm:
Then dine upon and in the finer realm,
Wherein the fragrant dreams shall recompense
Such grim endeavors as besmirch the day.
Categories:
oafs, anxiety, dream, emotions, encouraging,
Form: Rhyme
Oh, so revered this child be, so blest
was I to kiss her tiny knee.
And blessed to give her birth, ah, yes!
God placed this infant girl upon my
joyous chest.
And, you know from decades hence,
in a musty, dark grave, I shall lie and
dream of her beauty at its best.
Of her intelligence, of her compassion
I today, stand in proudest awe.
Not of crowds cheap, unaware of their
country’s leader, of split mind and gone
insane.
I watched her with joy, humility and tears
as she was most duly elected.
Yet crowds be rattled in their heads!
With naught to do, just criticize and I pray,
Be still and off to bed.
Selfish oafs, who do naught to better
this sad, lost world.
Seeking pride in vainglorious things!
Lost in empty-prized meanderings.
Bowing to other brainless fools~~
Lacking in any heart warmed tools.
Dearest Lord, thank you for this gift,
so precious and divine!
A prolific daughter who never falls
drunk on drugs nor wine.
But sees to it that her fellow man,
Walks only in your righteousness,
not the crazed body politic~~
Doing outstanding civic work,
For all her fellow Americans!
4-1-2022
Categories:
oafs, appreciation, dedication, integrity, mother
Form: Dramatic Verse
Occasional snide words
Often bruise small egos
Once said cannot retract
Or repair damage done
Odd, this always works out
Old hurts will hear me spout
Oafs make this sad mistake!
FOURTH PLACE WINNER
Written April 3, 2021
Entered "Pleiades - O" Contest
Sponsored by Kim Merryman
Categories:
oafs, humorous, hurt, words,
Form: Verse
Ghost stories roamed the woods during Halloween madness.
Goblins and witches were crazy about black cat midnight gladness.
The giant spooky Jack-o-Lantern King was coming into his own,
Skeleton approached a conniving blue eyed-devil who stood all alone.
Where is the Halloween dance? Black cat asked in the King’s head.
Chester is that you? King asked. I thought you were long gone, dead.
Faeries, brownies, elves, imps and dwarfs are supposed to be there.
They all began to laugh at him. He was mixed up from the October air.
That’s summer solstice, you idiot, you moron, you goof pot, you silly.
Within an hour elves, faeries and brownies were dancing the willy.
So the laughter stopped, but did these big oafs apologize to Morrie?.
The rest of October shamed them until they finally said they were sorry.
Categories:
oafs, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Farouche.
By Feo.
I am shy child la rock,
Self - effacing, who seeks harmony,
A maze of thought,
The introvert from the clan of the bizarre,
Planted in the decaying garden of sympathy,
The seeds - demons of devotion,
Alone together,
Bashed and befuddled, at dawn till dusk again,
Distinguished from the average victims who devour relations,
To rot in fire and brimstone, to burn in the flames of misery, to soak in the thirst of knowledge,
To question life, to ignore our meaning, to make up the rules of freedom,
Curious of the other half, who hasn't been discovered,
The birth of Lucifer, the first rebel, our descendant,
The birth of man has yet to happen, until we destroy ourselves,
Pawns of myth, believing in the belief in divinity, to automatically warden the unbeliever, who may be unity,
The redundant, my brethren, hymns of the fatherless, raised by the virgin,
The saint of oafs, drink my blood and become lush, never will you be excommunicated,
Blood that runs thick with revolt,
Inspired by the insurgent, to be the future revolution,
Categories:
oafs, beauty, desire, language,
Form: Verse
Eedjit, bamstick, scunner and twit,
Am no wan o’ them, am jist a nit.
People whae’ve kent me, aw ma days,
Say am unstable, in aw ma ways.
They dinna really ken, the person ah am,
A real great guy, and no’ a bam.
Ah dae some awfy funny things,
But ahm no a hanky, cranky ---- jings!
Dae ye ‘oanestly think, am really ‘bats’,
Eyes all ablaze, like a big Manx cats.
Yellin’ an’ screamin’, an’ roond the bend,
A daft wee looney, tae the very end.
Ah tell ye ya’ great big scunnerin’ oafs,
Ye better no’ let me hear ye scoaff.
Ah’ll batter yer lugs against a wa’,
And yaise yer heids, tae play fitba’.
Then ah’ll throw ye under a movin’ train,
An’ mak mincemeat, oot o’ yer feeble brains.
Am a real great guy, the very best
But dinnae dare pit me tae the test!
Categories:
oafs, humorous,
Form: Verse
This is poetry for us all when you can’t find the words.
Acerbic, angry, awful is this poems dream.
Bad, boring, balderdash are its major themes.
Childish, contemptuous, cynical to the last;
Daft, dizzy, desultory meanings that are vast.
Egregious, extemporaneous and extra bad,
Foolish, futile, fantasy, that's pretty sad.
Garish, grotty, ghastly that’s the score,
Hogwash, horrible, haunted what a bore.
Idiotic innuendos of the lowest kind,
Jumping jeering, jesters come to mind.
Kinky, kooky killjoys everywhere,
Lamentable lamebrains, all without a care.
Muddled, mindless mutterings in the night,
Nutty, neurotic nuances come to light.
Obtruding oafs with highly opaque lenses,
Permeate our all pervading senses.
Categories:
oafs, funny, imagination, on writing
Form: Verse
You bellow and spit before my face,
Grabbing your crotch with pride,
Yet when I roll my eyes and turn away,
My friends are mystified,
Forgive me, but these oafs I see
Just do not have a clue,
Why would I date these monkeymen
When I can see them at the zoo?
In five years' time, perhaps your brain
Will struggle to the stage
When you've matured, and can manage to
At least act half your age.
Categories:
oafs, angst, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, teen,
Form: Rhyme
To the North, South, East, and West...
Geniuses are lost in the jaunty jewels of rakish cads,
The hazard morsel palaver allot odium on idioms...
Rankle virulent mishmash wheeze addle chagrin jives,
Loosing a volley of expletives ordure waft charmed oafs,
Self-iniquity gull maven heresy when blighted wizardry jinxes,
Ticklish cynic infidel swindle dupe cozen duress...
Squall patois and whammy sham schemas wriggle hoaxes,
Charlatans and hoodlums melange to dunce vows,
A shyster unquiet quivers with jester gestures now...
Semi-sacrilege vitiate and endemic jargon raze imps,
This collides as a white energy as dolt hooligan knaves beget...
Colloquial bilge putrefy, the rascals soon flatter us,
Bollix of potpourri lingo wanes to tutelary tongues,
Harlequin coercion argot musical novellas in history,
Pray our shifting shrapnel of karma, varnish boor minds,
Erstwhile, live grenades made of better lives are unvanquished as they are
thrown by unsung heroes into the North, South, East, and West,...amen...
Categories:
oafs, adventure, anniversary, education, children,
Form: Imagism