Priming Poems | Examples

Mother Nature

A welcomed soaking, blessed lubrication
Priming the gears of fertile production.
We can label them, but only She designs
Them, in counsel with our nurturing God.

Cheese

Ella Dit......Capture
 finding something reavant
sorta elegant
something worth mentioning
something just to say
stumbling over my words
haven't you heard
or is it just something to say
Il Dil.....Castling
Don't you care that I love you
Most certainty I do
this aint no clever conversation
every word is true

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Valiais and Sion
sang at The Blatten Glacier
and played a game of chess


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or does it get
underlying concepts and assumptions
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Cause And Effect

Decision triggers fate 
like a fuse ignites a bomb

Priming every choice we make
— until all karma’s gone

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)

Ottava Rima

This style of verse for years has long been founded
Of course it is dependent on the priming.
To stay within the guidelines we are bounded
Must also be quite mindful of the rhyming.
Then written down each syllable is sounded
When read aloud it will be in the timing.
But writing this is really in the doing
So now I do present this for your viewing.

Different strokes

(Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life)

What does humanity want from life, it’s puzzling to know
Peace signs, Daisy cutters, find Jesus in the afterglow 
Seek out seventy two virgins, priming fuses to blow?
Come together in jannah, with a godlike libido

Write painstaking poetry, devoid of human ego
Kill every known disease, have a chat with a mosquito
Build a chocolate empire, watch fatty deposits grow 
Start a protein only diet, get ripped from head to toe?

View b movie stars at night, (censure) the matinee show
Have no more hangovers, enjoy life utterly blotto
Bring back prohibition, replace it with a pink benzo?
Smoke marijuana safely, vaporise tobacco

Play chess at home with the wife, or away with a bimbo
Give a hand to starving wolves, then go howl out the window 
Let a child get carried away, not by some wild dingo?
Set the bar high enough, flambé for a life of limbo

That Which Hurts Is So Easy To Say

That which hurts is so easy to say
but that which comforts
needs careful consideration
we can blurt out what hurts
but what comforts
needs time for some thought  
the one is always loaded
ready to fire
the other needs priming
consideration and thought
the one is delivered
with forcefulness and thunder
asking no quarter
the other 
with a tentative smile
and that obligatory affirmation 
“Nooo, I mean it.”
the one tears deep
the other uplifts
we know this
because we all have been 
bedevilled by both
we have delivered both
and we have received both
yet nothing has changed
one cannot help thinking 
that it never will change
why is that
I wonder.

Fun Words Rhyming About

knobby bobby
underwear out
snobby hobby
butterfly snout

rhyming timing
old pig meat shout
priming rhyming
fun words about

What Is Wrong About Jokes

What’s wrong about jokes? Simply timing
And that’s what mars good ones: Poor Timing:
Crackers know when joke’s bell starts chiming
For it their cracking lips priming…

Jokes flow and their hearers like toads croak,
Crackers targeting ribs with jokes poke, 
Their effect mostly a bomb-scare-turned hoax,
Laughter exploding they did just coax…

Nice joke sometimes is sweeter than coke,
Sadness goes back to the sleep you woke;
One’s eyes from tears of sweet mourning soak
Sometimes praises for cracker ‘smart bloke.’ 

Jokes forget, please, for the saddest yolk;
After an accident not for folk:
The bereaved might not his fury cloak;
You could be much worse than one who’s broke…

Yes, jokes can be intolerable,
When their butt is a venerable,
Loud pained shouts of ‘How unthinkable,’
A swipe at cracker quite reasonable…

Otherwise in life we need laughter
That will be quaking high-up rafter.

Free Advice To Freely Revise

The Plump needs Enduring Exercise 
To Excess Weight shed and check size, 
I tell you: need to questions ask
For a just confronted task;
Navigator’s Compass arrange
For voyage that over seas range:
Your two legs straighten and back arch
Ahead of a circuitous March;

For The Anonymous Caller,
Calm Ears of one who is taller,
Priming them for Threats or Shy Love 
To Caller: “You’re The One above!’’
Surely, one needs Balanced Diet
 For relevance in A Riot…

All these Free Advice to revise 
And their testing a means devise.

Pestilence

Pompous Popinjay Politicians 
Parlay Parade Practical
Pizzaz Potions, 
Priming Us To Sheep.

A Lost Candy Is Handy

Now, you see your mislaid candy,
Still your very property and handy.

So, don’t words with your sister bandy 
Nor repeat that her hair is sandy: 
You might be saying she was The Thief,
Recklessly priming her for noisy grief;
For that’s what ‘Sandy’ supplies in brief
Whilst no daughter thief is fathered by a chief …

And-Alas!-you let candy your mind swirl
Whereas neither gender nor age makes you a girl.

Wilting

I wonder why I put myself through so much anxiety when I was growing up
My foot would reach for that gas pedal like my life depended on it 
The car would run across Orchard 
The song of choice would take every breath and throw it in front of me 
I would think of everything 
I would think of all the screaming 
I would think of all the pain that would choke me at night 
I would think of all the people who didn't know how they were affecting me 
I would think of all of the times the little girl would be hiding under her bed 
It seems almost as if my soul knew that It was better for me to get everything out back then 
It seems almost as if my soul knew that it was priming itself for the monster who would come around 
Even after everything
Even after I thought I found some time of peace 
It seems almost as if my soul is back on this track 
Every bone in my body screams to be back on that road

Casting Our Magic

priming for takeoff, preparing for flight
timing is touch and go, let's make it tight
climbing the mountains and soaring the heights
rhyming is sonorous, sounding just right

cruising at altitude, floating on air
choosing to wander without any care
musing so merrily, flourishing flair
fusing the forms in a fun-filled affair

thriving, lush scenery, everywhere found
striving serenely, selecting sweet sounds
driving the engines, we're now homeward bound
arriving back safely, wheels on the ground

lasting enchantments are there for the tell
contrasting oddities, things we know well
blasting bright images, conjuring smells
casting our magic with poetic spells

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THIRD PLACE WINNER
for the "Magical Spell" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Robert James Ligouri
written 03/14/2022

Why Do I Have This Need

We are given an opportunity to share a celebration
at each weekly Wednesday morning faculty meeting.
I was determined not to be the first one every single time.
I held myself back the last two meetings.
But today BAM there went my hand.
I have no idea why I find it necessary to be first.
Am I helping the boss?
Am I priming the pump?
Or am I just being me?

Turned Around

Hateful as they may be, to the eye
and ear, the elimination of words,
statues, ideas, etc., will do nothing
toward making a venom free society – 

to flood with light, explaining,

though far more difficult,
more laborious (seemingly impossible
at times) is the only palatable good. 

A great, natural builder, artist, 
builds his (his/hers – God I hate this,
Politically Correct) foundation using 
those odd, irregular stones as well as the 
seeming, symmetrically perfect – 

variations, outliers are a blessing,
and not a Cosmic Blemish – 

the fault, if any to be laid, is when using 
ourselves, needlessly, hurtfully -- making
arrow-heads of the pen's of Valentines...

Taking free-thought away from children
will only do away with individuality,

leaving soulless shells instead -- 

not cleansed human beings, ready for
fresh priming; but globs of rancid, detergent 
filled sponges -- the soppy, dead remains, 
of what were once, thriving, healthy, alive 
brains... 

gone any true worthfulness, and sense
of sacred being....

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