Short Up To Par Poems

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Twinkle, Twinkle, In the Bar...

"Twinkle, Twinkle...
Drinking Ace of Twinkle's Bar..
Had to pee, but knew how far..
He'd have to walk,and didn't feel up to par..
So Twinkle, Twinkle,
Tinkled.. in a jar...
And was promptly tossed
From Twinkle's Bar..."
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Your Obituary

Unless you have indisputable proof to the contrary Always trust a friend who tells you about your obituary They wouldn't lie, they'd spit it out It's not something people lie about A real clue, you're not up to par, heading for a cemetery
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Your Obit

Unless you have indisputable proof to the contrary Always trust a friend who tells you they read your obituary They wouldn't lie, they'd spit it out It's not something people lie about A real clue, you're not up to par, heading for a cemetery
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Your Obit

Unless you have indisputable proof to the contrary Always trust a friend who tells you they read your obituary They wouldn't lie, they'd spit it out It's not something people lie about A real clue, you're not up to par, heading for a cemetery
Form: Limerick

Seasons Change

Was cold before but now there's sun
The old is gone and past is done
The plants now grow since sewn before
Now dance in light for ever-more
Til fall of things that grow too far
And all harvests are up to par
Now snow will fall and things will freeze
But know the world and live with ease
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member I'm Wiser Now

I used to do it all
But it was never enough

I’d go over and above
I’d do better than my best
And still it wasn’t up to par

Now I barely do enough
And guess what~
I’m in no worse predicament

It still isn’t enough
But at least...
I know why

Yes it still sucks
But finally
I’m ok with it



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Sos

SOS I’m crying out
Can you hear me in the silence?
SOS I’m crying out
I can’t stand up to all this violence

‘Cause I washed upon a sandbar
Destination close and yet so far
I need a little help now
To get this ship back up to par

SOS I’m crying out
Will anybody save my lost soul?
SOS I’m crying out
In this harsh and cruel world, I’ve taken a toll
Form: Rhyme

Reverse Universe

Slap and hit people and they won't be pals
Slag could be used to describe some gals

Parts of a lunch box could include a strap
Par for a rapper on stage is to rap

Strops have been used on losers in sports
Straw could always be used to hide warts

Rats only in movies would be a star
Rap from me would not be up to par

So what about the above has come to past?
The first words are all spelled reverse of the last!
© Pat Adams  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Do Not Wish Upon This Star

   When you hitch your wagon to a new star
      you best make sure she’s up to par
   For if she fails, your wagon’s unhitched

   WNBA's 'bright college star' ~
      already heading straight for the ditch



   _________________________________
   In case you're not sure, the 'star' I refer 
   to is none other than the vastly overrated
   Caitlin Clark -- a college star, who (I pre-
   dict) will flame out in the WNBA.
Form: Rhyme

Rhyming Robot

I hired a robot
To write poems for me
Now I'm able to rhyme
In modern technology 

Though his imagination
Isn't quite up to par
The relaxation I get
Outweighs it by far

From 0 to 1
To 1 0 1
He likes to write 
In binary bytes for fun

As long as the rhymes
Keep flowing from him
He can have all that is mine
From the head of my pen

If all this goes well
We'll just wait and see
But I might even hire
A robot to read poems for me

Toast at Last

I use my toaster oven almost
Every single day.
A toasted bagel starts me off
In just the perfect way.

But lately, it’s been taking
Way too long to get things hot
And to close the door, you have to
Give it everything you’ve got.

This morning signaled its demise;
The door is stuck ajar,
The final culmination proving
It’s not up to par.

But there’s no need to wallow
In a crumb tray filled with sorrow,
For Amazon will send a new
Replacement by tomorrow!
Form: Rhyme

A Child's Love

It was my birthday when I first saw you;
You looked so happy, and I was too.

You went through so much pain for me;
And all the while I could see;
All the love you have for me.

Before God sent me to be with you;
He told me the special life I was due.

So I know what kind of person you are;
And I will try to live up to par, 

I know you've tried for so many years;
To have a baby to love so dear.

And I will love you every day and night;
My precious Mom, who gave me life.
Form: Rhyme

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