Pom Poems

Ra Pop Pa Pa Pa Pom

Repeat The Sounding Joy, Little Drummer Boy.
     
     Up on the housetop 4 calling birds sing,
     Why does she wear 5 golden rings?

      Jack Frost will nip at the famous nose that's red,
     

Everyone Has Pom Poms

loud exuberant cheering
the hats are on
everyone has pompoms
every time their god opens his mouth
they go nuts
shades of Hitler

they are so loud none can hear what he says
he makes all kinds of claims
mostly lies
they hear him not
so proud, puffed up
loving his pompous attitude
and his big stupid grin

he could be talking about snake oil salesmen
or the merits

Poetry Is Part 1

Poetry IS the Mother of ALL art.
The completion and the part.
A private punchline-divine.
Be it the fruit or be it the vine.
It is The IS, sometimes the Music,
sometimes the Muse for us.
The usery that uses us.
The gizt of hearts in infatuation,
of the telling apart.
Insanity or bust.

Between lesson and instruction.
To be or it's destruction.
The painting and the

Tiddley Pom

Pom Tiddley Om Pom
Buddha says to me
Pom Tiddley Om Pom
He flips me in a tree
Pom Tiddley Om Pom
I get stung by a bee
Pom Tiddley Om Pom
So meditatively.

Pom Poms For Maureen and Jan

POM POMS FOR MAUREEN AND JAN

Maureen’s titillating poem, tit for tat.
Excitement of goosebumps,
sure as tease, shown in verse.
She has Jan’s front and back.

An exclamation - a sisterhood shout:
what’s this all about - birds or not?
Unfortunately, my title can’t wink,
smile or rise in peaks of zenith blue.

Two sets of pom-poms fly in my face…
My irreverent revue

Pink Pims and Pom Poms

pink pims and pom poms
An alabaster in a tight fitting top cannot squeeze into a convertible Mercedes Benz as fitting a box into a circle is not a pleasantry nor a pheasant flap. Peace be unto the signalling on a railroad crossing for llamas can be very daring and attempt to alight the passenger trains.

My Contst Pom

my contst pom - compliant son!


Oh son, I pity you try but fail
In Biology, lizards, rats have tail
I told, mug up ,vomit words
You'll pass, you'll fly high as birds
In quiz, Madam said, you spit up a snail?!


12th October 2016

My Contst Pom

In front of a blackboard I walk
Around in my classroom and talk
Of motion and fall,
Gravity on a ball,
My hands and my shirt full of chalk.


October 12, 2016
For vivs missing lttr contst
Sponsored by Viv Wigley

My Contst Pom

Last Christmas an ugly old frog

got fat drinking holiday nog.

But I saw him this fall

looking not fat at all -

in bright shorts out taking a jog!


Writtn Oct 10, 2016 for vivs missing lttr contst

My Contst Pom

Zip lining across the blue sky,
I thought I saw Miss Piggy go by,
wearing a pink boa, 
yelling out "amore,'"
realized now that pigs can in fact fly!



10-12-16

My Contst Pom

Climb to a high mountain shack
Pot and good **** in my pack
A hot Navy flick
A hot busty chick
My pants captain said, "Up stack!"

My Contst Pom

My Contst Pom

On day I saw a dog,
Who’s mug was that of a frog,
His bark was a croak,
That astonishd the folks,
Who stood by th swamp aghast.

Written: 10/11/16
Submitted for: vivs missing lttr contst - Potry Contst
Sponsored by: Viv Wigly

My Contst Pom

Bounti-fall
By: Blake Myers 

Blowing trsss, sounding of rain,
It is that timn of yr again,
Crisp air, cool brzzz, soon to b night,
Hay and pumpkins always in sight,
If ol' scaircrow only had a brain.

My Contst Pom

A silly tall man from Walsall
   Thought that  climbing high on a wall
   And standing on top
   By starting his drop
   That this fall would turn him back small.

My Contst Pom

Good morning ma’am, how do you do?
How I wish I was going with you
On a trip on a boat
With a sail for a coat
Crossing rain, sky, and windy storms too

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