Pegged Poems | Examples

Women Love Cheese Gifts

Wilma was a pretty little thing.
Ed decided she would like American cheese.
So that is what he gave her as a pre-date present.
Wilma was astounded; this was the only cheese she did not eat.
Her dog loved all cheeses, so he was the recipient of this feast.

His next date was with Peggy, a girl from an Irish clan.
For some reason he pegged her as a connoisseur of cottage cheese.
Without asking her, he surprised her with a carton on their first date.
This was their last date.
Peggy would have rather had candy or flowers.

Third time is a charm, his mother told him.
She was the instigator of the cheese presents.
She hoped to keep him home the rest of his life.
He was a baby, only twenty-three. Her baby.
He had a date with a Marla, a woman from New Zealand.
She has blonde hair; blondes love cheddar cheese, his mother told him.
This time she was right, and he ran off with Marla.

In My Deepest Fantasies

A pegged round point gleams a dream as a passerby
pauses briefly at some display of hearts. Creams alot
 enchanted in velvety reds filled with sweet treats that
 address the same in my deepest fantasies. Employed by
 the Creatures that slither their way, shading their point in
 passing. Then a heavenly-sent gifts a genteel speaker
drifts a spun floater albeit a dove's solitaire feather.
Angelic hands reach down to gather it up in chorale
 chants achieved its disciplined course. In brevity
 breathes deeply, exalting with the soothing blessed
Suite, performed by Johann Bach. Toccata, Adagio, and
Fugue in C Major, with cultured ivory chords and refined 
pedals as the fantasy seized a day.

Acorns

Snap crack the hard
Pebbled acorns ricochet
As if thrown by invisible 
Hands of nature’s forces 
Some fall straight 
Others propel with 
Unjust uncertainty and
Deliverance passerby 
Pegged and peppered 
Squirrels intent on 
Getting their winter
Food source fulfilled 
Scurry around burying 
The acorns in 
Potted plants, piles of
Leaves or any such
Hiding spot 
I often wander how
They remember where
Each and every 
Hidey hole is?
Such is wildlife 
Trials and tribulations

Summer Friday Evening

A row of jazzy underwear
Wafts gently in the breeze
Pegged to the clothes line
Strung between two trees.
A garden brolly provides
Shade from the evening sun,
Chickens scratch the earth
In their wire netting run.

The cockerel struts his stuff through
The chicks of this years hatch,
Beans and peas and potatoes
Grow  profusely in their patch.
Veggies for the table
All home grown
In what I've always wanted
A garden of my own.

Discarded children's toys
Are scattered on the green
But the kids are in bed
Quietly sleeping so not seen.
Blue Geraniums are covered
By wasps and bees and flys
Flitting to and fro for pollen
All sights restful to the eyes.

A summer Friday evening,
A whole weekend ahead
Stretched lazily in my lounger
In my hand a glass of red
Contemplating life, counting
All my blessings one by one
Hoping the rest is as good 
As as that already gone.

In my little country garden
Resting in the shade
My loved one by my side
I've really got it made.
Next week is round the corner
For now just living for the day,
This gentle summer breeze
Blowing all my cares away.

IS IT LOVE ?

While wondering wishfully, you
certainly got tired with each of 
your relation. 

Penetrating Pain pegged a pin
in your heart before you realized
that I am enough for you. 

But you were you. 

My menacing mind won't
accept the truth as my
tender tears are just 
water droplets to you.

The Flipside

"The Flipside" 

We write 
our hearts out

we pull 
the catch back in

slowly, 
they read,

we think, 
too fast

swallowed 
in the hollowed out

hallowed hearts measured 
ounce per ounce

we write 
our hearts out

stamping footprints
obstinance turning 

ourselves
inside, out

stone washing
ourselves 

inside 
out 

written on
lines

wrung out,
expelled 

pegged left
hanging

right
left
without

missives, 
no doubt

on the flip side
of eternity

gravity 
grounds us

toes
touch the ground 

neck and face
upwards 

downwards,

still life
breathing

eyes watching, 
reading, waiting

the mystery
we believe,

or, we sit still 
debating

the earthly 
volume 

a boulder 
pulley drawn

backwards 
forwards
backwards

in quarters
we are quartered

like poetry
we are, 

washed 
in clouds

inside
out,

we are
on the 

flipside ;

waiting

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

The Opposite of Cool

Nikola Jokic, the opposite of cool
  The woke NBA had him pegged for a fool

    Calmly drops in 40 a night with 20 rebounds
    Lebron and Jimmy B. had to call off the hounds

Abnormal Assessment

Shared standings and beguiling beginners
Brobdingnagian breeding and brutal babies
False fellows and flumadiddle flair
Well-attended wedding with subpar sageness
Cash corrosive customs control
Plagued positions and phony persona
whimsical world pious properly pegged

Written: April 30, 2023

Alliterisen Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May


Line  1 -   x  = 10
Line 2 -  10+2 = 12
Line 3 -  10-1 = 9
Line 4 - (10+2 )-1 = 11
Line 5 - 10-2 = 8
Line 6 -  (10+2)-2 = 10
Line 7 =  10

Genus

"Genus" 

taxonomic 
classifying worth
separating the yolk 
from the white
like poets pegged
on a line to dry
still and wet 
behind the ears
years slapped
heartily away
and back into 
the shore 
like tides
to bare feet

hear them cry

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

For My Mate

For my mate

You added your bit to the show
A joke a story or a place to go
Standing next to the barbie or keg
Serving the snags or  beer you had us pegged

Always the last to leave  no waste allowed
And you knew all the nicknames being so proud
With the reasons for each name made
For shows or border incidents  you did not fade

So now it’s your day again
For us to say see ya later friend
And here’s cheers in beer for you
When at the bar I’ll have one for you too.
	
© Paul Warren Poetry

Beyond Reach

Reaching out,
stepping out
into the beyond.
Feeling the stars
bathing your vista
with twinkles and sparkles.
Venturing beyond is a journey
through a time warp's
quivering door
with fate swathing your body
in expectation,
like seawater does 
when you plunge into the dark sea,
carefree with eyes closed.
You've turned your back on sameness's tug,
and shed the hackles and snares
of past cares
that tugged you down
like ropes swung over
pegged at each end.
Beyond your reach, now
you're free at last
to soak up, enjoy and imbibe
whatever comes your way.

Zoot Suit

An exaggerated style, the zoot suit
          was a statement in clothes.
      Yet it fell into ill repute,
                    history shows.

Outlandishly flamboyant and distinct,
          comedy bore the roots. 
     That grew in the Harlem precinct,
                    as culture suits. 

With wide lapels and tight-pegged trousers,
          they seemed ostentatious.
      And denounced as rabble-rousers;
                    loose and spacious.

Worn by African-American youth
          and poor Mexican teens.
      They looked rebellious and uncouth,
                    more so than jeans.

Oft accessorized with a gold key chain
          and a fedora hat.
      Wartime sailors showed their disdain;
                    armed with a bat.

About racial tension; more than fashion,
          L.A. riots broke out.
     And boys beat without compassion,
                   left little doubt.


(Rhyme)


12/21/2022


Writing Challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing
Sponsored by: Constance La France

Tightropes of the Three Graces

"Tightropes of the Three Graces" 

Tightropes
for hanging clothes
on a line 

each piece 
pegged wooden
held between closed fences

misfortune's breeze lifts
sleeves like covers
pointing the way home

books and their pages
for The Davenport dancers 
all's well that ends well 

scene perfect
imperfect fortunes
throughout their ages

the balancing act
seeking Life’s rhyme
saving fates in stages

odd numbers
are never easy,
never graceful 

the balancing acts, 

tightropes 
of the Graces
saving fates in 3 stages

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
mlb, klb, llb







Édouard Bisson , French Pre-Raphaelite
“Die drei Grazien”, 1899 

Hans Baldung, German Renaissance and Mannerism 
“Three Ages of Man”, 1541 -1544
“Three Graces”, 1539 

Sandro Botticelli, Italian Renaissance 
“The Three Graces”, 1485 - 1487

Quite Poetic

Energetic
Closed my eyes
Quickly realized
Slowly breathing
Happy seeing
Friendly visit
Elicit
One on the porch
Moving forth
Little feet
Looking for a treat
Instead of a bird
A chipmunk we heard
Eating away
Happy at play
Through the children's legs
Laughter we pegged
Went for a walk
Indeed, we saw a lot
A lady bug
Full of hugs
The Lord's presence shown
Butterfly inside our home
Heaven's glory we felt
Heartfelt
Blessed our grounds
What else shall be found
Down came the rain
Rainbow came

Misery

MISERY :

After all the wealth and fame he accrued,
After all the wild parties he threw,
After all the promiscuous and gypsy women he chewed,
After all the fake friends he drew,
And after all the recreational places he knew,
He now sits on the seat of rue,
Thinking and planning of what to do.
While his feet are hurting in his shoe.

Now that all his fame and wealth are gone,
And his fair weather friends have themselves withdrawn,
Leading him to die at the edge of the dawn.
As all the women he got and pampered have left,
Making his life go so worse.
He is now weak and heft,
Making him unable to stand on his legs.
Verily,he has no woman to call his wife,
And no child to guarantee the strength of his life.
Day and night, his shame grows rife,
Placing his throat gradually on the tip of a knife.

He lost his property through gumbling,
Leaving him nothing to make his life secured.
Not even a sleeping place as he's struggling,
In his own world pegged with riot,
He never hearkened to advice at his youthful days.
In order to accomplish a beautiful race.
So this is a summary of his wonderful fate,
The misery surrounding most people today.

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