What would I want to say,
If I could rant today?
Don't waste your time, okay!
No hard feelings, my way,
No need to be dramatic,
Whinging is pathetic,
Sniveling I ignore, my way,
Ain't misbehaving, anyway,
Don't snivel about chicks.
Off buns, other birds exist!
Poets aren't noted for raking in dough,
They may get some attention,
But it's mostly for show.
Take, for example, the bard Ogden Nash,
His writing brought him great pleasure,
But he still worked to earn cash.
From mail room to Broadway,
With other jobs in between,
But no plebian endeavors
Could his verses demean.
His humor's urbane, erudite, and compelling,
And when a word wouldn't rhyme right,
He adjusted the spelling.
Of all of the poets the world has created,
I like quite a few,
And there're a few that I love,
He is the one I have most emulated,
And if he could read my poems,
I like to think he'd approve.
As a general rule rhyming's easy for me,
But at times when I'm stymied or fogged in,
I don't take time to snivel,
Or settle for drivel,
I take heart and start channeling Ogden.
Entered in Beloved Poets Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Jan. 10, 2023
Fourth Place
Thank you, Regina
DEMETER CRIES
Sun in center and white wings around
The hundred florae in one stem, cheated;
My daughter never knew t’was him.
The fragrance was sweet but toxic.
His chariot stood with black steed.
And he took her away to hell.
Long nine days I got killed by inches!
“Why have you done this to my daughter?”
“Hades wanted to marry her”, Zeus with no shame.
She burns in that hell guarded by hellhounds.
She whispers to the air to save her,
I, her mother with a roiled heart stands, in the field.
No one turns to my wailing; I snivel day and night.
My tears have made the earth stiff and barren,
And the monster in me showed up.
I absolutely hate it when I write drivel
I’m thinking my brain is starting to shrivel,
And nothing coming out of it appears civil
Writer’s block is making my head swivel,
Perhaps I’ll take a fetal position and snivel,
Right now, I’m feeling incredibly superficial!
written December 24, 2021
I would love to write for you,
An epic poem about something new.
Every time I search my mind,
There’s nothing new that I can find.
So, I’ve penned some rhyming drivel.
But, before you whine, scoff, and snivel.
Pay attention to the wisdom I now impart.
The greatest failure of man; is the failure to start!
The beckoning sun calls out today
To come out and play and be happy
With things that sting like fire
Scorpions, cinders, and barbed wire
I knew such a fence once in the wild
Good memories of being a child
With scraped knees from bike falls
Riding around the city answering calls
I miss hearing a phone ringing in my ear
I have had many a friend those years
Before they knew what they couldn't say
They hated talking to me on any day
Tomorrow is Sunday the day of food
I don't eat much due to my moods
I watch and snivel at all who come
They are spies who wonder if I'm dumb
My intelligence isn't questionable at all
Crosswords sit before me and words fall
The letters glare at me and laugh back
Knowing these things isn't anything I lack
The race is run
Let’s not snivel
Respect has won
The race is run
Good grace don’t shun
Just be civil
The race is run
Let’s not snivel
Of Whine and Cheese
by M. Griswold
03302020
To whimper and snivel a little if you please,
Is like a small bit of old whine and cheese.
It will get you just as far as begging on your knees
and you seem to do it with the greatest of ease.
A professional whiner who's fed by his cheese.
You sound so pathetic you must have a disease.
With a face so wrinkled and drawn to a squeeze.
It must be you just drank a tank of old anti-freeze.
Your full of bologna topped with cheddar cheese.
Like a double stack sandwich without any dejonese.
From out of your nose you couldn't sneeze if you please
cause it's to busy with the breeze of a big long wheeze.
Just forget the drivel'n for I will not appease.
It's time to stand up and pull in those dirty B.V.D's.
Suck in that gut, pull in that chin and be like Hercules.
Because I won't put up with anymore whine and cheese.
If they asked me I could write a novel
Bout the way you snivel and grovel
How your snot hangs down
On your evening gown
As melodies emanate from your schnozzle
The prettiest, piteous, pompous, chick,
A hideous, devious, worst than sick,
Weak but slick, sneakily obvious,
Suspicious yet ambitious, cautiously quick,
Treat yet trick, easily malicious,
Strain to obtain the mundane matter,
Faint from pain of abstaining chatter,
Blabber and flattered by factor inane,
Bloodstained arranged for the vainest ever,
Help her, pamper and slander in vain,
Dismal and fickle, her civil threshold,
A symbol, abysmal, a snivel she'll hold,
A goal for gold, a fold and dismissal,
So lethal, the pickle, a quibble is sold,
Was told in bold, but behold such evil,
Extraction then traction, conception proposed,
Compassion contraction, attraction imposed,
A ghost, foremost is posed as distraction,
Selection of actions, reaction composed,
A host at most while close to destruction.
This onset of autumn’s first chill
Means swimsuits will no longer thrill.
But only a dope
Would snivel and mope,
For women have sweaters to fill!
Hear the muttered snivel of our kids
Puked away to gloom, twinge and disease
Wrecked by creeds
To fulfill an antique mores
Whose ruin is beyond scientific darn
See the boulevards and the creeks
Before sight are male Mal-nourished toddlers
In rag togs, blistered feet, beseeching alms
And ingesting the remnants
From the poorest buffet
They toil in tackle capacity
Inversely allied to their weight
From sun rise to sunset
To earn much less than you
See the boulevards
How they stir; bunched
On the trot to any kind of dub
To good and to evil
Death becomes a familiar friend
At first light and at dark
From toil, food, water and sleep
Such a despicable way of live
But then the espoused antique mores, woes
Regenerated by ills of the society
To the blanketed vision of the moneyed
To plunge empathy and impious reliance of all
Can this be our way of life?
Trouncing fortunes to antique mores?
Reticence to rascality?
And nationhood to meanness?
You dawdle away and I kept waiting...
Until…
My heart feasts a funereal!
I dare not look at the sun, albeit my eyes wet in pang.
My bones melting away, as memories grow dim.
Yet I hear you screaming for eternal affections
Ah! Lately you felt my no show
I fall on my knees, beat my chest
Yet I loosen my grip on you.
Because this is the destiny I count upon.
At some point, I sob and snivel…
Turn around to hold you again, that my aching heart is satisfied.
But now that our love is merely a distant dream
Forget me darling and Kiss me goodbye!!
I dive deep to love you again.
shepherd your twinging heart, oh dear!
For I have learnt to adieu, as...
I bided my time calmly, before I found the nest of another.
My only wish, you live well!
I pray you will learn to adieu little by little bit.
Here is my new missive!
Wake up negative!
Don't learn from past mistakes,
Greater mistakes you can make!
Use any grand failure,
To give up! In Australia,
We'll smoke our vegetables,
Get negative, all you people,
Just give up!
Suck it up!
Fill your half full cup of life
with vodka, have lots of strife!
Whinge, whinge, snivel, whinge,
Let's all get negative!
Self-sabotage about the ex,
Who does behave like old T-Rex,
Drop out of school,
Break every rule!
Here is my new missive!
Let's wake up negative!
Hugging my knees as I talk to your ghost,
You rock the chair I cannot see you in.
I love you so much it tears at my soul.
I need you so bad my insides shrivel.
But you are not here when I need you most.
My whispers carried to you through the wind.
Winds push you further as I lose control.
I ache, I pain, I cry as I snivel.
I am scared I will lose grasp on your heart.
Warm blood smearing my grip where do I start?
Tell me place me wherever you want me.
Don't drop me don't leave me don't let me be.
Swim in my body live inside of me.
I tell you drown in me to save us both....
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