Short Ho Hum Poems
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Never been to Norway
nor to Finland or Sweden
After all, my wife Eve and I
left the Garden of Eden
Warm flames rekindled,
that smoke’s been absent too long.
Jumpstart ho hum hands.
Be seduced by the unknown,
embrace the colors that change.
The days of Corona
Robert Chung
In Corona season
What is it like to kill a day,
Short or long
It is like flipping a page after page,
Fun or ho-hum
The Hunter
Grandson
Ho-hum
Possum
‘Yum-yum
Preparing the feast, grandson, ho-hum.
Slayer of beast, possum, ‘yum-yum!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 16, 2010
Poetic form: Tyburn
Fee Fie Foh Fum
Free Fry 'Fro Frum
Flee Fly Flow Flum
Dee Die Doe Dumb
Me My Moe Mum
Knee Nigh No Numb
Bee Bye Bo Bum
We Why Woe Wum
Tea Tie Toe Tum
See Sigh So Sum
Hee High Ho-Hum
Pea Pie Poe Poem
Ta-Da!
I was going to write a nice little poem
all about love, beauty, etcetera - an anthem
but cheery words simply would not come
instead, a sad song I just started to hum
now, I am feeling rather down and glum
– ho hum!
Here's yours and thanks for mine
Candy bars are so benign
For vibrating sex toys do we pine
~ And for an extra treat, a bottle of wine
Picture # 3
November 07, 2019
Good Luck Halloween Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Hearts pounding, alarms sounding
Threats abounding
Tempers flaring, horns blaring
Demons swearing
Pulses thrumming, fingers drumming
Epiphany coming
Pressure soaring, oceans roaring
Combatants warring
Ho-Hum -- Another Day
In Electronic Paradise
Little black bird
Way up high
I see you there
Where you going this fine day
Take me with you, don't make me stay
Release my mind "away" from this ho-hum day
I want out of my solitude, to fly off with you
Take me with you forever and a day!
Fri 1,13,2012 8:30 pm
Santa's lost his Ho Ho Ho!
Where did Santa's Ho Ho Ho go
Did it fall from his sleigh?
When Rudolph yelled out Hey!,
Stop Santa was Blitzens call,
Saying,
Did you not see them fall,
When you hit that chimney wall?
Santa, could you please drive slow,
So we may find your Ho Ho Ho!
Once me and my chimp friend bald Jim
flew through a forest limb to limb
his opposable thumb
got caught in my ho-hum
thank God old Jim’s not real prim.
My name is Miss Fine and Dandy
Bald Jim often brings me candy
a banana toffee
always does it for me
and him, since he's oh so randy.
I was sitting on the dock of the bay listening to a song
when Otis Redding happened to come walking along.
He said, "You watching the ships roll in?"
I said, "Yeah, and then watching ‘em roll away again."
He said, "That stuff's really dug by some,
but I think it’s all pretty much ho-hum."
Plain droplets plink downward risk-free.
Rain, that bristles on panes, weighty.
Rip-roaring, soaring, not boring,
as wind assists an outpouring.
Angled and claustrophobic dance.
Can’t see the light; cars take a stance.
Sky, a blue-gray, wiper flip-flops.
Shy, the soft pelts of ho-hum drops.
Oh, True Inspiration! Where have you been
Can't you see the abominable shape my poetry's in
Bring back the celebration, the excitation
the fascination, the transformations
Huh? Whuss that? You're on permanent vacation?
Oh, well. Ho-hum. Back to 'social justice agitation'
Winners collect
on Spellin' Bees.
But studyin'...is
Tedious, such a Chore.
Trophies, ribbons,
cake, ice-cream.
Applause for pupils
who place fourth.
Winners collect
on Spellin' Bees.
But crammin'...is
Ho-Hum, such a Bore.
Knowledge, gift cards,
free-day sprees.
Treats for students
who can score.
Listen to poem:
lightning flashes on horizon
bones ache
roof leaks
trembles under foot
friend is way overdue
some truck has my number
scratches of little feet in the walls
postie brings more bills
floor creaks
feeling queasy in the tummie
car is playing up
Series 9, Episode 36
Ho Hum!
dandruff
Let's see what
the cat drags-in,
tomorrow.
The Grinch and his gal stole a tree.
She played with his snowy goaty.
They took all the food
and presents. Not good!
Their spree gave them holiday glee.
The bars at the North Pole ho hum.
It’s warmed by the coal and the bum.
He’s green with his thought
And blue he’s been caught.
The Gal with his bail has not come.
11/17/2019
Give me something smart to say
Or maybe something dumb
What should I do, Should I stay?
Or should I go, ho hum?
Nothing seems to come together
Nothing seems to flow
Should I brush my teeth right now?
Or watch the Oprah show?
Why are some days really nutty
And others just plain boring
Today I'm going to flip a coin
If it's tail, I'm going bowling.
Think of zero, nothing
Your mind will go absolutely blank as a page
Do not sing!
Practice nada,
Don’t be philosopher or sage
Magna
Ho-hum
No time to rage
Mum
Think of zero, nothing
Don’t be philosopher or sage
Mum.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written April 8, 2022
For “Minichu on Zero” poetry contest
Sponsored by Mohan Chutani
I wished upon a shooting star
Tired of life’s ho hum meanderings
A wish for something more
A cure for cancer
Food for the hungry
Homes for the homeless
Clothes for the unclothed and
Dreams to come true
For the dreamers
Whether the star has
These powers never
Occurred to my
Unadulterated thoughts
But a wish is just that
A positive flow of energy
And thoughts and prayers
can I write a poem
or only rhyme
I’m not sure where I’m goin’
it’s one word at a time
like data through a modem
still, I hope for the sublime
a psychospiritual novum
to delight a reader's mind,
show how jaded skepticism is ho-hum,
and like sex, ecstatically manifest the divine
.
.
A song for this:
The Deepest Sighs, the Frankest Shadows by Gang of Youths
Palo Alto by Jack River
A poem read, right time nor place,
Be like ho-hum, phantom sans face,
In a conjugal bed
As if odd scriptures read,
A trump of ‘two’ tricking an ace!
But a lay piece at place and time
Is deemed proper, in place and prime.
As in a bridal quart,
To undress is rare art—
At public place a social crime.
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Limericks |16.07.2023| place, time
Dunk in world, taint-less still I’ll be,
Man of the world, world-less still be.
Come, stitch a patch of love ‘pon me
So that my life loveless not be.
Death, yours be the only bed, where
I sleep and keep grace still with me.
Journey of life that scarce goes straight,
As man way-lost would digress me.
Amidst all this heartless ho hum,
My work still reader-less might be.
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Ghazal |11.11.2025 | life, love, sleep, world, work
My ataraxia, lost
Now exists a thought
troubling my mind,
a thought of a grand poem
imploring to be penned,
a thought playing
the ho-hum game
of hide and seek,
a thought
appearing and disappearing
like an amateur magician’s act,
a thought like the others
I end up writing about,
A thought
I must tirelessly
Scour my mind for,
For that is
a poet’s horror story
And I will finally
slay my ghost
When I read that poem
written as it wanted to be -
Changes,
know what they’re all about;
Flip each of the pages
on double breasted doubt;
Let it go in stages.
Back road
may be a bit longer
but you lighten the load;
The trip makes you stronger
left running in beast mode.
Do it!
You have your future locked;
Sick rambunctious misfit
you always leave them shocked,
I’ve got five on your wit
Changes
can be for the better;
Those ho hum exchanges
gone for something greater;
Blitz fire rearranges.