Santa's thrashing around in acute pain
No gifts due to bottlenecked supply chain
What was Santa to do
To achieve a breakthrough
He'd snap up packets of Chinese Chow Mein
Categories:
snap up, christmas, cute,
Form: Limerick
Clap your hands, sing with joy for warm spring is here.
Swallows are the first to arrive now the sky is clear,
Purple Martins perform aerial acrobatics
To snap up flying insects as is their tactics.
Chickadee small and pretty songbirds enthral
But the goldfinch is the most beautiful of all.
Below a dazzling garden so well designed,
Each patch adorned with fragrant flowers all lined
With special flowers of every marvellous pansies,
And in each patch, you'll find flowers which one fancies,
Impatiens, begonias, petunias, delightful in the breeze,
While all around work is began by pollination by the bees.
28 April 2022
Spring Rhyme - 8-12 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Placed 2
Categories:
snap up, spring,
Form: Rhyme
Whenever I’m able I raid the bird table
I snap up some mealworms and go
The nearby house owner a bad tempered moaner
Berates me because I’m a crow
That snotty Rob Robin just sits there bob bobbing
And snaffles as much as he can
He’d better stop soon he’s the size of the moon
But this doesn't bother the man
Those flashy goldfinches are only five inches
But make a cacophonous sound
Like lambs to the slaughter they come down for water
But I’ve called the sparrow-hawk round
But hey what’s point of a crow having brains
If not to get ill gotten gains
Raiding that fella’s bird table is fun
Caw blimey... he’s got a big gun!
24 May 2021
Contest: Personification poem 150
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
snap up, bird, humorous,
Form: Personification
Money is a rabid dog
that does not need affection ...
If we throw a bone
farther, farther
it will fetch indefinitely ...
For some money
it's a distant past,
for others it is future ...
money for savings
rides a bicycle ...
money for speculation
at the light speed ...
Money is a ship
manned without pilot
automatic ... needs
operator ...
Money waits and
fosters crises for
snap up capital and
accumulate...
Money has the
maxim: "luxury is right"
for those who have it, naturally ...
Money dresses up as a tycoon
when the business is wasting ...
and banker when the case
is to catch money from others ...
Money is not an instrument,
he is the boss ... the most
well served finer he treats ...
Money is to enrich the rich,
and to impoverish the poor ...
Money when it is called capital.
is a predator of economies ...
society cannot control it
and choking alone ..
He is Robin Hood in reverse:
steals from the poor to
deliver to the rich ...!
Categories:
snap up, allusion, analogy, appreciation, extended
Form: Prose Poetry
I told him to create an account
and write me a poem
you won't believe his recount
this will compel you to focus
he said he wasn't allowed to
that it would be one document
when if he would just do
it would be a different occupant
When he was still working
they have a device to snap up temperatures
he would say he had to proceed clerking
and do it himself when that wasn't his expenditures
in other words he didn't check them
and would leave for work pretending
earlier than his shift he would stem
and leave me at home depending
It's not just me he does this to he's sleek
he told a friend he had to be at work two hours early
when that wasn't the case I'm proof as I speak
to refrain from dealing with confrontation surely
which is what he's trying to spout
the expert in escapism
though prisoner he's not no doubt
I hope this stops soon for I'm not into barbarism
Categories:
snap up, husband, integrity,
Form: Rhyme
BUTTONS
Buttons fashions
Part of my covering
Like in passions
I need fastening
coverings
I cover up
BY ANY MEANS NESSCIARY
Because of sin nature humans were embarrassed
Led the first man to kill for covering
sewn....
I zip up
coverings
snap up
body off shown
Be it shirts, pants, dress or shoes
coverings
I cover up by fastening all of them with...
Buttons
05/15/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
2018©
Categories:
snap up, analogy, clothes,
Form: Free verse
She lost her hambone on Monday at nine-fifty-nine.
It was in her tomato soup, which was almost sublime.
The next time she had him, he was browning up, and pink.
With his lecherous eye, he gave her a soft pat, and a wink.
The love she felt for hambone was instant, pure and true.
She knew she’d better take a nap, so she’d know what else to do.
Hambone and a floozy were running around together at a quarter to three.
She was angry, mad, and sent out her hornet workers on a little stinging spree.
Following the bees was easy, sure. “You little vixen!” she shrieked at the tramp.
“You had better not be taking my hambone to the ham and bean bone camp!”
The vixen screamed loud, and ran away into the night.
Leaving a worried hambone to fight his own fight.
“We were going to Lewisville, outside of France.”
“Honey, the next time, you’d better remember who wears the pants.”
So it was true love that day, pure and simple.
And things were done that will dry up every little pimple.
And let the lesson here be in your brain forever.
Snap up the hambone that makes your heart quiver.
Don’t please the neighbors, or your Daddy Joe.
Just keep your hambone away from the great big…….
Categories:
snap up, humor, lost love, marriage,
Form: Free verse
My palette bare, my whispered words
like feathers landing, soft, unheard
Some black, still pond out in the woods
will float them in gentle breezes
My touch declares my heavy heart
as tendrils of hope from me depart
to settle like peace on the tip of your tongue
to carry you home in due season
My eyes light up, my blood grows thin
as I nervously wait for the state you're in
to float like a feather and settle like peace
as your impaling shadow gathers
My burning legs, my quick reflex
will snap up the moment that they detect
you're ready to fly with the whipping wind
and I'll mourn not losing a feather.
Categories:
snap up, love, passion, peace,
Form: I do not know?