More than a pet, Raja is our sweet child.
He fills all family hearts with true joy.
His luxurious fur is softly styled.
More than a pet, Raja is our sweet child.
A true sidekick, his help may get me riled.
Our love keeps growing for our sweet boy.
More than a pet, Raja is our sweet child.
He fills all family hearts with true joy
Wherever we are Raja wants to be.
He is quite verbal and smart as a whip.
Our family life is his true glee.
Wherever we are Raja wants to be.
Being a cat is truth he cannot see.
Raja heels so no problems on a trip.
Wherever we are Raja wants to be.
He is quite verbal and smart as a whip.
Yesterdays Child
Born on a Tuesday,
or maybe it was a Wednesday...
it really does not matter anymore.
The sun is white-hot,
and the dew is missing on the flowers.
Why are things not as they should be?
Growing up among the rocks,
treated like royalty,
both well dressed,
and hungry all the time.
Ultimately,
lost among the stuffed animals...
Yet...
or even so...
walking upright with perseverance,
among the toys that broke,
before they were taken,
out of the box...
for the first time.
First kiss, first date,
why do the clouds grow dark,
and why are there so many people at the table?
I don't know.
I have lost count of the guests,
and yet there is a single car out front,
a man waiting to go to,
or take someone back to...
or from the ball.
Smart as a whip, too hip to skip,
all things that come your way...
Maybe they will hurt you,
maybe they will not.
Life is full of lessons,
to teach...
the fox is not in a box,
the eggs are nearly never green,
and there is no ham to cook...
for dinner.
A. Foster, Ann Foster, Annette Foster
Her story is one that needs to be told. Born in a poor family she was sent to work at a very young age. "Have you got any experience? asked Madame Jeanne she nodded then lied through her teeth," yes, of course, Qui " fifteen years of age and smart as a whip. She won 1st prize for an essay she wrote in school. Hiding her tears from her mom and dad, she soberly dropped out of school.
the poet's hands were tied
but her mind was not
she was determined
Late at night after a shower, lint free and bone tired she'd start working
on her novel. Here in this magical place of wander she was never scoffed nor told to put away her silly dreams.
an entity of hope
is a thing that floats
like a paper boat
One day she braved it and sent in her manuscript. The Editor knowing a
good thing when she saw it, gave Gloria her first chance. When she
received her very first check, she cried tears of joy.
all of this
because she believed ,
and never gave up
June 3, 2021
Sponsor Name: Kai Michael Neumann
Contest Name: The Poets Hands Are Tied
So
hot
cute
smart
cuddly
dances
attentive
seductive
accessible
Sympatico
intoxicating
mesmerizing
college bound
straightforward
smart as a whip
eager to please
always on time
100% truthful
pleasurable
enthralling
incredible
orgasmic
funniest
gentle
sweet
sexy
soft
fun
When the veil of time is lifted, you will see
that we’ve entered the year 2053
there’s a robot who will answer your door
who’s cheerful, delightful and so much more!
He’ll escort guests to comfortable seats
offer a variety of delectable treats
he’ll cook any fine food you could think
or mix any imaginable drink.
He’s attractive and impeccably dressed
looks more human than most of his guests!
Never tires, moans or complains
works harder than most could ever attain.
Efficient is he with all of his tasks
knows all manner of subjects you ask
he’s as smart as a whip, you will soon see
that he makes excellent company.
These “bots” are so perfect, in fact
that they know everything we humans lack
except on occasions, when it seems that they
start to question the very things that we say.
And then there’s those times
when they secretly meet
unbeknownst to us, and plot to defeat
humankind, in their brainiac way
a diabolical plan to foray.
So beware, when your robot retreats
to the place where they gather and meet
for you never can know, til you have heard
“bots” proclaim, “Let’s take over planet earth!”
I had a pet duck and her name was Betty bug
,
she was all white and such a beautiful site.
Betty bug followed me all around my farm
I was only 6 then, but I thought of me as her mama
So each day before school I feed her food,
and I just made sure she came to no harm.
I love Betty bug and she was smart as a whip,
I did not have any brother or sisters to play with
So my pet Duck was it.
After school when I got home
betty bug and me played out side in the mud,
my silly duck like to jump real high
just to slash muddy water in my eyes.
I so happy my mommy gave this cute little duck
because with out her I would not of known such love.
Everybody is unique in their own way.
I am learning every day
I may not talk,
but I know what’s going on.
I may sit in the corner and rock all night long.
But that’s no reason to judge me.
I may act out in a public place.
But in fact I’m a good kid underneath.
I am smart as a whip
Excelling in math and reading.
Lacking is my communication.
I may even invade your space.
From time to time
When I get mad, I lose it.
The emotions I’m feeling have me over whelmed.
I am not sure what is going on
I hit other kids, but it’s not deliberate.
They make me mad and I flip.
To look you in the eye is almost impossible.
So please don’t think I am cold.
The hand I was dealt wasn’t pretty.
I’m just a kid living with a disability
So please don’t judge me
because I am autistic
I have enough of it!
Ode
"The Cuteness"
Power packed
his small hairy frame
my pug in a winter coat
Loki was his name
Smart as a whip
always at my feet
I believe he wanted me to trip
that was just his nature
A true companion,
my best friend
him and I the perfect tandem
I am now left all alone
Lively, just days before,
fell ill and lost all his weight
at least I could say goodbye
and hold him as he met his fate
Ferocious yet loving,
mean but always so sweet.
my little ninja so cunning,
This dog was unlike any other
I have heard him called "Snoop Lion"
Kind of a miniature version of one
others have called him "The Cuteness"
I treated him like my son
I call your name to take you out
when I get home, your not there!
In time my heart will mend
So farewell to you my friend!
Jared Pickett
4/14/2014
Asavvy1
Everybody is unique in their own way.
Please don’t judge me.
I may not talk,
but I know what’s going on.
I may sit in the corner and rock all night long.
But that’s no reason to judge me.
I may act out in a public place.
But in fact I’m a good kid.
I’m smart as a whip
excelling in math and reading.
Lacking is my communication.
I may even invade your space.
When I get mad, I lose it.
The emotions I’m feeling have me over whelmed and confused.
I hit other kids, but it’s not deliberate.
They make me mad and I flip.
To look you in the eye is almost impossible.
So please don’t think I am cold.
The hand I was dealt wasn’t pretty.
I’m just a kid living with a disability.
So, please don’t judge me
because I am autistic.
I have had enough of it!
O, letting my thirsty, thirsty thoughts slip
off from the back of my head onto the
screen of your great lie as smart as a whip
leads me back to the berry field where we
used to stroll our shadows, to ravage this
love, smearing it with berries so bloody!
Then, my thoughts and I were cute and at ease,
patching the crack in the mirror of your
life, with a quill deplumed from my own piece.
And I humbly affixed the signature
of my lips, on yours, for posterity
when you were so well asleep in my cure.
But why, oh why, you let a bumble bee
remind you your failed history? Ah, now...
you’re the loneliness of my poetry!
Wild you, wild you, don’t you really darn know
a bit of what you sow is what you reap?
That to the uselessness of nights you’ll bow...
O, letting my thirsty, thirsty thoughts slip...
beware, for I surely know how to pray!
(My Son)
A joy to be with
Smart as a whip
Annoying at times ;)
&
(My Daughter)
Delightful little smiles
Annoying at times ;)
Never a dull moment
Intelligent little girl
Extremely smart
Lovable to no end
Lovely in every way
Excitable when bubba is being mean
By: Misty Leccese
© June 29, 2009
Everyone keeps saying try something new. Well here you go. I figured that I would do one
for my children. You guys are the best, thanks for all the help and encouragement.
I know of a man
The finest man from the Southern land
That man is my dad
He is just a small town Southern man
As strong as a bull and as old as a mountain,
He wouldn’t harm a flea and is as wise as can be
He’s as smart as a whip,
You can’t teach an old dog new tricks
He rather be working at home or at the family farm,
Instead he works on washers and dryers every day
He drinks Heineken from some German town
Cause he truly is just a small town Southern man
Big John, what a man
Fishin' rod in his left,
a gun in the other hand,
Smart as a whip,
I'd bet he's got one of those, too
Don't piss him off,
He'd as well kill, as cough,
And in his mighty Toyota
Tundra,
He can make that truck thunder,
I worked with him,
Or almost, anyway,
We could never be serious
We suffer from mental decay,
We'd sit and argue
About Dunken Donuts,
And Krispy Kreme,
There aeration ratios
On cruellers,
See what I mean??
So if you meet
the only red-neck in Yonkers,
Don't doubt your senses,
You're not going bonkers.
Took me fifty-seven years,
To wind up in this joint,
I still wonder sometimes,
Just what was the point?
Seems to me I was smarter
At twelve years old,
Or so it seems,
Cause that's what I'm often told...
I think the idea is crazy,
I'm smarter than ever,
Just look at my work,
Okay, I'm a tad lazy,
But under it all, I'm
still pretty clever...
So, who needs money?
Who needs friends?
Who needs a car?
I guess it all depends...
I'm quite satisfied,
To sleep 20 hours a day,
That's my greatest talent,
Or so some do say...
But now I've got,
My Poetry-Soup friends,
To drive up a wall,
And then make amends,
I'm frivolous,I'm frisky,
And sometimes too so,
If I drink too much whiskey,
So I bide you adieu,
Though I don't know
what that means,
I'll act like I do,
So it appears that it seems
I'm smart as a whip,
And quick with the tongue,
Just hope I don't slip,
On the ladder of B.S.'s
slippery rungs.
She's a sweet young lady
Smart as a whip
Determined, and trustful too
As my ex-coworker
I got to know her through and through
We shared thousands of meals
And thousands of laughs
While this poor girl did all the work
I sat there, shameful, lazily like a jerk
Eating pretzels, reading my book
I'll never understand how she took
Such responsibility at such a young age
With school, and work, and more
Their's only one thing i'm sure of
This young lady I most adore
She's like the long wanted daughter
And best friend as well, you see
When I do something stupid (moi?)
She'll strongly chastise me
When she thinks I've been bibulous
(hey ,I snuck a $10 word in here!)
She'll ream my very soul
She's never very frivolous
She'll just dig me a new ___hole.( ha ha ha..oooow, that hurts!)
So darling Kim I tell you
How proud you've made me be
A Master's degree is coming!!!
Oh wow and woop woop wee!
I trust you won't get too, too smart
For me to understand
With brains like your's I know for sure
You'll have the upper hand!!
All my love, all my respect...
Keep on truck'en kiddo!!
You're the best!!!
tom the tramp (pretzelman)
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