I just got done reading some poetry.
Some of the hundreds written over
the last few years by a compulsive me.
Some were derivative of other
poets and for that I have no excuse.
Some were so strange and utterly bazaar
that I wonder who wrote them and refuse
to recognize these messages from a place far
away from anything I know. Channeling?
I don't know. But some were so moving
are places familiar, and my eyes were tearing.
I wish I had a built in poetry dowser
that could tell which poem is a wowser.
Categories:
wowser, analogy,
Form: Sonnet
Nostrilvartu :)
Old Nostra took a swallow dive
bounced off the river bloody Clyde
a shark spat him out n then
to the bloodbank suck it in again
got so filled with pink he'd have to hide
a wheelie bin he got inside........... we wheelie push em to the footpath
later he sulked a bit for the rubbish pick up
with rotten fruit and rubbish hit
not of the vegeterian side:)
sucker of the bloody blood
perhaps hes just a duddy dud
stand on his neck in the muddy mud
and drown him in his trousers
comes my way beneath the moon
i'll slap him down
and change his tune
uppercut the old poltroon
stake in the heart for the wowser
Don Johnson for Traces contest ....Make me giggle..make me laugh... Poetry Contest
Categories:
wowser, adventureme,
Form: Light Verse