Short Hoopla Poems
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Cool
waters
fall with force;
my whirling mist
dampens the dryness
of the summer’s wither.
Flora and fauna nearby
depend on my relentless role.
The great Niagara, I am not
whereas, I miss all the tourist hoopla.
With candyfloss and sticks of rock
Funfair rides made to shock.
Roller coaster big fast rides
All made to hide your eyes
The carousel and kiddies swings
Hoopla darts and all those things
Sandy beach and cockles too
These are the things I loved to do
Here is offered a solution
For those who would live free
In this time of dissolution
To revitalize our country
Procure a giant circular saw
Sporting the most teeth that ever be
And with a healthy dose of hoopla and hurrah
Cut out the nation's capital, and throw it in the sea
Existence travels lineally
In whirlwinds of emotion
Colored logarithmically
And perceived equivocally
Expression mere epitaph
Knowledge serendipity strung
Till the bubble bursts
Frozen peaks of discovery
Cataloged in the hermitage of worth
- Mark Time -
Hermetically sealed
Peddled for a dime
Happy Birthday to the Queen!
A royal celebration
Will be the order of the day
Within the British nation.
From fireworks and gun salutes
To Parliamentary praise,
Her subjects will commemorate
With glorious displays.
As for the Queen, she’ll take a walk
Then spend the day at home
Paying just as much attention
To the hoopla as this poem.
Platoons of imps march up and down my street,
Threatening mayhem if I don't give them a treat!
There are cowboys, Indians and phantoms galore,
Holding me hostage at my own front door!
They present their goodie bags for me to fill;
(Giving them an apple doesn't at all thrill).
Sure, they'd prefer a Reese's or Snickers treat,
But, by jove, I'm keeping them for me to eat!
I Fret the Holiday Season
I invited it in:
insipid, insidious
holiday hoopla;
and now rue
my indolent heart
As time escapes
I inveigh aloud
a tirade of syllables
that berate my
immutable,
irascible self
I pine for insouciance,
iniquitously doled
to some
not to others,
and wear the ignominious
crown, self-bestowed
upon my head:
“Intransigent Queen.”
I’ve only myself to blame.
I'm waiting for election day
When all the hoopla goes away,
All the lies and all the drama.
You're not fooling this old gramma.
You are but puppets mouthing dirt,
Spewing garbage, foe to hurt.
I want to hear what you will do,
Not old re-hash. Give me some new
Info if you want my vote.
More lies will to me denote
The choice is an unholy sin
For least revolting guy to win.
won one of the no. 4 spots
"They don't need your thanks, your picnics or parades, Makes me sick to my stomach when I see such charades. A moment of silence with hand over heart or visit a grave site, That would be a good start. They died for our freedom the red, white and blue ..They gave up their lives with no payment due. So keep all of the hoopla in the sun or the rain. Say a prayer for all the Fallen, They did not die in vain." Ma. "God Bless Our Fallen."
Form:
We know it was a great fanfare
when Elon Musk sent a Tesla car towards the stars
with a fully loaded battery
When the hoopla died down and eyes were diverted
to the everyday problems on earth
The car started by itself and began visiting planet Saturn
and little Pluto and other planets of interest
When the time is right and astronauts, say Mars and walking
down the ladder, seeing tire marks will exclaim
Truly, ancient man was here.
The eagle soared above the fray,
Avoiding the hoopla below.
He had something else to do this day,
No time to stop and “play”.
Were we to soar with eagles thus
We too must miss the fuss.
Strength is not always shown
If every fight we claim as our own.
It’s hard to with eagles soar
Many will this statement roar.
True it is to those who choose
To always with turkeys snooze.
The moral of the story goes
Way above the common woes.
Live above the “common way”
And eagles strength display.