Short Naysayer Poems

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"Nay," I say.
I am a sayer of nay.
"A naysayer," you say.
You see I say "nay."
And "nay," you say.
And to that,
I
Say
"Nay."


Premium Member The Fusspot

I once needed a lawyer,
for the problem I had with my employer
the promises made
were all a masquerade
dim lawyer, turned out to be a naysayer
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Sparkle Fish

The sparkle fish had a little wish.
He wanted to swim without a swish.
That’s not possible the naysayer said.
But he did it after practicing in his head.
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member everything I buy

Everything I buy is delivered in enormous trucks
not milk, cheese, meat and bread, right? asks a naysayer.
No. They are delivered in a car by my butler, Bucks.
Because I do not like to go into stores, said the mayor.
me
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mood of the Moment

Optimist
          Hopeful, joyful, enthusiastic
          Fulfilling, exciting, thriving,
       Mentor, leader, enemy, naysayer
         Anger, sadness, depression
   Draining, energy-stealing, exhausting
                      Pessimist
Form: Diamante


Premium Member An Incredible Discovery

His was an incredible discovery; a phenomenal breakthrough.
To cure cancer completely is inconceivable, a naysayer said.
It would bring unimaginable joy to many, said his mother.
This scientist knew he could always count on her to say the right thing.

The Expected


"The Expected" 

The writing was on the wall
the eraser like a sparkler
annihilated every naysayer

words not required
for such a blind date
He da main player

records kept
for reviewing later

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Bills Purple Cow

Farmer Bill was bragging about his purple cow all the time.
If he has a purple cow, a naysayer said, I will pay a dollar and a dime.
Better pay up then, I told him, and the cow’s horns are a weird lime.
He also wears bells on his head, and they whistle, and they chime.
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Uncle Lee eats Pudding for Supper

chocolate pudding for supper? Sure why not?
Shhh.....Differing opinions are not sought
I like my sweet foods, and milk products too
Keep your ideas to yourself, nephew naysayer Stew
I was just going to ask if there was enough pudding for me.
Well that is different, yes, I will share, said my Uncle Lee.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Fallacy of Notion

Smack the Naysayer upside the head
far fewer would have been harmed
had citizens not been disarmed -- 

Forefathers wise for Second Amendment
which Naysayers habitually make defendant

a necessary tool 
to keep safe even the fool
preventing complete social upheaval
while man, his soul, remains harbinger
of evil!

Premium Member Merry Halloween

Merry Halloween Shelly McQueen sang.
Merry Halloween! Loud, with a bang.
That is Christmas the naysayer said.
He is always a downer; his name is Fred.

Merry Halloween! Shelly McQueen sang out.
This time it was louder, like a giant shout.
Merry is for Christmas, spoke the nasty snot.
He would not know what merry was if it bit him Shelly thought.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Moral of this Story

Matty Milksop thought about joining the military
Don’t make us mirthful said his cousin, Jerry.
You would be terrified of basic training
on everyone’s ideas he was always raining

Matty enlisted in spite of Jerry’s negativity
He’s currently an admirable in the US Navy
Moral of this story is plain, said my pal Wade
Don’t let a naysayer rain on your parade
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member she sends the naysayer away

Lou, the harvest moon witch sits on a lovely stump
next to a miniscule gremlin who can be a grump
He is trying to nay-say her into a bad mood
But she has confidence and fortitude

Go away honey, she says, unless you can be positive
He slinks away into the leaves, that Gremlin, Shiv
Admiring her greatly, but a bit miffed too
He could not change the mood of that witch, harvest moon Lou
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Skull On a Hog

all around Detroit we heard a vrrrooom vrrrooom
It’s a skull on a hog! It spells instant doom!
This was said by a naysayer who is always full of gloom.
I stood by the road to wave at the vrrrooom vrrrooom

It was a skull on a hog with orange streaming hair behind him
He asked if I wanted a ride and I climbed on in.
The grim reaper and Count Dracula were both terrified of him.
I had the best ride of my life, said my cousin Grim.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Shall Always Be In Prayer

ensnared I submitted to prayer impaired, tho I shared unfair to the slayer I had my faith That allows me grace In placed I played solitaire with the soothsayer My choice, my voice… Get thee behind me Satan You naysayer, purveyor I shall not entertain your questionnaire; For whether on my knees, laying down or standing (I forswear ) I shall ALWAYS be in PRAYER 10/23/19 Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Form: Rhyme

Words I Love





Self soother naysayer tell me a fairy tale please speak out a story that lingers soft as the breeze Rein me in tight - by the light of an undulate sea talk to me gently and rock me as if you were me Calming yourself with a dream, let it be let it be recall the walls of the sea and set yourself free Self soother naysayer tell me a fairy tale please, speak out a story that lingers with gentle appease.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member If You Believe

It cannot exist the naysayer argued.
I knew it did, so I kept my lips compressed.
The naysayer wanted an argument.
He had never seen a turquoise owl.
I knew with this hard line of ignorance he never would.
Until he opened his mind how could his heart open?
I continued around the corner.
Liberace, the turquoise owl gave me a wink.
What are you doing here in the day time? I asked him.
He shrugged.
I guess nothing is impossible if you believe.

This Malady

Listen to this naysayer, 
Where thee never meets his course, 
Deny deny deny, 
Nein nein nein as the Germans say, 
His heart is hard like a stone, 
He battles with his own emotions,
That lead his head topsy-turvy, 
He's ill tempered, 
Loathsome bipolar they call him, 
Mixture of poisons stifle his heart, 
Where no words venture in that dark cavern cold, 
Love never thrives in it, 
This malady is left untreated,
Till the day he carries it to his grave.
© Cas Nana  Create an image from this poem.
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Premium Member Seamstress of the Broken Hearts

Seamstress Leland is sewing up all broken hearts.
Helping to heal those sad despondent couples torn apart.
Magic in his fingertips come onto the sewing thread.
When he is finished, the heart is glowing a pretty red.

But does it work? The naysayer asks Leland in a weird way.
He replies, “If it didn’t, why would I waste my time all day?”
This makes sense to me. I admire his devotion and dedication.
He heals so many, purifying their hearts in pure edification.
Form: Rhyme

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