Our Nordic God run roughshod by the cynics
Mimics all those skeptics & pundits in pulpits
Sod odd bod critics clinics their unfair optics
Hysterics but Bazball clerics are not yet relics
Despite batting lapse alright collapse specifics
The insult not horrific result of cult’s gimmicks
Got it wrong will still sing same mesmeric song lyrics
Twits witticisms & criticisms taken a toll…troll gits
Shaken has Bazball forsaken its soul..drole misfits
No more stealth or self control just abysmal skits
Dismal death roll rigmarole gambits whole Bazball in bits?
On the dole or run rate wealth in rude health call it quits
Flits their way to play their flair hits as prole media spits
Grandstand Baz Ben stable fable big band brand label fits
Aussies canned.. gawking Larrikin ti*s balking..its the pits
Goal corking victory at the Gabba hoodoo fortress venue
Folks blabber talking of Stokes blokes stalking voodoo
Oz jibber jabber fibber distress as we made history..phew
Yes JuJu mystery temptress played express Yabba Dabba Doo!
if he was half as witty as he thought
he would be making millions of dollars as a comic
he thinks he is a professional wisecracker
a train of witticisms travels out of his mouth
hitting anyone and everyone in the eye
quips, gags, jokes and jest are his daily tools
his relatives have tired of most of them already
Willy the wisecracking warlock
was wordy, wild, wonderfully willfully
welcoming, and a wee bit whacky.
Willy widely wasted wonderful witticisms
on Wellington’s willing wealthy.
If you asked I would tell you of my secrets
Soft furry things that comfort weary souls
Harsh thorns rebuffing prying doubts
Stoic sentries peering through stone eyes
Cold lips that scorn the warmth of love
Soft thoughts that dare not venture far
Whispered witticisms wielded as a sword
Secrets locked within the edge of tears unshed
Languishing in the loneliness of now
Fearful of the shadows of a distant then
Unable to admit they have but one longing
And that – to shout my secrets to the wind
John G. Lawless
©3/29/24
witticisms in moonlight
love’s mattress rumbling with laughs
this couple’s bellies hurting
we go overboard
Reborn here now without baggage.
Every year, as I'm delighted.
From friends and forebears as adage.
Roaring new birthday, beloved.
Most pals are cheerful and friendly.
Reborn here now without baggage.
Smile, share witticisms with glory.
As though it were priceless dunnage.
Life goes, and far work to manage.
Thought process is appropriate.
Reborn here now without baggage.
Destroy all hope of early shut.
Written word can grant extra spice.
There's still stacks for us to engage.
A new zeal and desire for thrice.
Reborn here now without baggage.
Written: October 12, 2021
Dawn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Great Scot delusions of grandeur!
The merry queen with her rosary,
her entourage, ooh la la funereal
shroud and veil; her head bound high.
There’s that sparkle in her eyes,
witticisms, critiques; she’s not meek.
The English parade won’t wrangle her.
She’s Mary Queen of freaking Scots.
Would they? Could they? -silence her lips.
She’s moistened the utmost in utterance.
Tongue laced in French, Latin and bitter English -
that pretty queen squeezed her hands for them.
Her lips in prayer, witnesses wrote,
as her head rolled like a football after
three chops. They found her hair gray-
a wig she wore; fair Mary of Scots.
8/27/2021
There's more than just size to the elephant,
they do do some things that the others can't.
Many stories show these acts as valiant;
in the wild, grand gestures seem elegant.
Their wisdom is "ear-ily" evident,
nothing too pithy or given to rant -
like wry witticisms from Oscar Levant.
Or, Ogden Nash whose stanzas are extant,
not the rhymes of some silly sycophant.
Pachyderms make empathy "rel-e-phant"!
Will one write an Ogden Nash?
A touch o' wink, bit a blink
And then, add a glint o' guile...
Doing all, with wryest smile.
Or could it come out "Mish-Nashed"?
Since Nash, he himself, had mashed
His isms into witticisms
Leaving most in a mad dash -
Tribute, 8 Line, Light Verse, 48 Words, To Ogden Nash
Noted American Poet 1902 - 1971
Witticisms
By: Tom
1-19-2008
If a man tell an untruth today in jest,
And straightens it up on the morrow,
Does it yet remain a lie?
The witness that I show to another,
Either empowers positive change or reinforces a negative attitude.
I don’t have all the answers I need in life,
Just the man who does!
If the road you travel had no chug holes,
How often would you give God a thought?
All feel,
That having love for their fellow man is a good thing,
Some feel especially if that man can be of help.
I never fully learned the value of money
Until I discovered my life could be rich with or without it.
Wealth controls me, or I control it.
The greatest thing man can ever accomplish,
Is to plant the seed that leads another to know the Lord;
It is hard to comprehend that when we get forgiveness
God remembers our past transgressions no more.
They’re removed as far as the east is from the west.
God forgives and forgets, while carnal man forgives but remembers.
Tom Wright
1-19-2008
A wonderful witticism, wittily said,
Can often fly past a non-thinker’s head.
Sometimes they are angry, a bit like a barb.
If that is the truth, wearing Saturday garb,
You might want to keep them only for special times
To use in silly songs or whimsical rhymes.
Wonderful witticisms, can make you feel great
Until they hurt feelings, which is often their fate.
For when this happens, it might give you pause.
Bringing you grief when it reaches Santa Claus.
So be careful my lovely, when you draw out a thought.
If it might hurt others, you should probably not.
President Trump has rattled Washington's cage
with an unlikely combination of technology and rage
He's twittered and texted sharp barbs, targeted criticism
at oversensitive pols, used to kow-towing and witticisms
He's shaken up the stuffed shirts of the established order
by trying to stop criminal aliens with a wall at the border
He's gone toe-to-toe with the demagogues of Russia and China
unlike his predecessors, who've caved in to the Soviet-Sinos
And he's raised a crucial issue, from which productive discussion has strayed:
If our government won't protect its citizenry, why should its workers get paid?
February 13, 2019
Entry in "A Positive President Trump" Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
Kids nowadays don't know the fine art of staging Halloween tricks,
(Though they are very adept at fleecing me for candy to get their kicks!)
Tricks we did as kids would no doubt today land us in the slammer,
Causing outrage and rancor by folks for our hides with great clamor!
Obviously, we didn't hang around to collect a tasty treat,
But did our dastardly deeds and made a very hasty retreat!
A favorite prank was upsetting outhouses and the havoc that created,
Causing the hapless owners angst and leaving them somewhat agitated!
Another silly trick that raised a stink that we did with great dispatch,
Was to place a bag of manure on the porch and light it with a match.
We'd knock on the door, then run like a bat outta you know where,
Watching the guy stomp out the fire and you shoulda heard him swear!
The tamest thing we did was to soap window panes with a bar of soap,
Leaving naughty witticisms for which the occupants had to cope!
In the autumn of my years I reflect on the Halloweens of my youth,
And wonder why my pals and I acted so buffoonish and uncouth!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
A misanthrope yet addicted
To your praise
Inclined to enslave
And beckon come and see
We can trade witticisms
Or discuss the front page
You can confide every fetish
I promise I'll behave
Even if it's 50 Shades
I'll conceal every page
Of our correspondence
And when I call
You're only talking to me
Tell the Devil everything
We can mourn our loses
Spit on the crosses
I'm your friend on standby
Forget the rest of this horseshit
I'll visit while you sleep
In the morning
You'll want to be branded by me
I'm an entity to be reckoned with
You should be scared
But instead you're soaking wet
Your submission fuels me
But your promises don't fool me
I know one day
You'll disappear and leave me lonely
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all the intellectualosity gathered
to hear the well-versed Buddha
part with a few simple sonnets
and some wry observations on sheep
and pulling the wool over eyes
not a huge media event, to be sure
but enough for a literary lynching
should natives lust get out of hand
tree branches are far from the room
perhaps a chair would do, inna pinch
two well-upolstered ruby-red chairs,
perhaps some hemp coiled up behind
should somebody need be strung along
sitting, he slowly, evenly begins his
plain Buddha enlightenment for us
we're enraptured, enamored, enthralled
and utterly delighted at the wisdom
and witticisms, savoring every phrase
quietly chuckling where necessary and
enthusiastically applauding his humanity
© Goode Guy 2011-10-20
for my favorite poet, Billy Collins
http://www.odu.edu/ao/univevents/pls/
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