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Best Poems Written by Rochelle Harris

Below are the all-time best Rochelle Harris poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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My Shoes Are On the Loose

My Shoes are on the Loose

Papa Deuce, Papa Deuce
My shoes are on the loose
I've looked everywhere
Even under Mimi’s chair
They're not over here
And they're not over there
So my little piggy toes 
are cryin' cause they’re bare

Papa Deuce, Papa Deuce
I have some happy news
I think I finally found 
My favorite  purple shoes
Oh no, oh no
Those are not my shoes at all
That’s just my little brother's 
Fuzzy purple ball

Papa Deuce, Papa Deuce…
My shoes are still on the loose!

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Ewe No a Lyre

This is my Homophone contest submission     


Ewe No A Lyre

their once was a man with a bore
who worked down at the local bizarre 
the bore eight corn colonels four lunch
and blew genes whir awl the man war

owe the bore eight serial two
from a plait unlike me oar ewe
we wood knead a bowl and a spoon 
ore a mop wood bee totally due

won fine weak day mourn wile working  
he brood tee four the men who maid toys
making tee and giving assistants
was that witch maid the mane men
his buoys

his gnu fame was nice 
and it urned hymn
a day too lien back and relax 

sow he went strait too his sweet
and wile still on his feat
he eight mince, mustered, pees and bare meet
 
at work he aloud his ant two chute bawl 
butt four know obvious reason at awl
she through bred and plumb pi at 
   the goal

he chaste her aweigh
butt owe my he felt sow bad
sew he cent her to scents and a flour
and aloud her two come back inn an our

the gilt she felt
brought her pane
four she new she ode hymn sew much
she gathered her teem just inn thyme
two sing thank ewe sow very much.

win he herd the whey
they whir singing
it brought a tier too his I

he ran too the gait
two waive wildly
wile screaming a hi pitched buy by.

      by Rochelle Harris

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At the Track

At the Track
At the starting line
Engines revving vroom, vroom, vroom
Burning rubber - GO
Flags are waving zoom, zoom, zoom
Better stop now for new tires

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Playing With Words

I went through the alphabet and wrote the first word that came to mind in alphabetical order then I put them into a poem. I think it’s pretty funny. Read it and reply…

Alternative, Barracuda, Catastrophe, Eventful, Dramatization, Faithful, Gruesome, Harmful, Jubilant, Kaleidoscope, Lemon, Maniac, Norway, Opulent, Precise, Quirky, Resentful, Shameful, Tantalizing, Unfortunate, Victory, Warranted, Xylophone, Yearning,
Zany 
       Playing With Words
As an alternative to dinner 
we decided on the barracuda
which turned out to be a real catastrophe. 
Without a full dramatization
of the eventful season we had, simply put,
we have been forever faithful to the cause.
Albeit gruesome or gross,
there were no concerns of harmful fish bones,
and we were jubilant when we
looked into the kaleidoscope 
to find a lemon yellow redfish 
with the personality of a maniac.
Much to our delight when took the fish to Norway we were
pleasantly surprised at the opulent and fanciful ways of the people.
We were extremely precise in our movements 
around this quirky little town
not wanting to attract any resentful stares
while parading around in our shameful ways with our fish.

Our tantalizing habits drew much scorn
which was an unfortunate way impress others.
We heard a xylophone play in the distance and
had to resist our yearning to
overpower the townspeople with more zany  
written rhetoric.

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Playing In the Dirt

Playing In The Dirt
                    brown knuckles, brown nails, brown knee caps, too
           yellow blossoms, yellow blooms-look what green thumbs get you

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Sensual Senses In a Tanka

Eyes for only you 
                      Cologne goaded me so much 
            My breath caught each time we touched 
                           Sounds of love galore 
                   Should we ever kiss once more

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Summer

Summer
Bursting through the doors
Jumping off the front porch stoop
No more school- Yaa  Hoo

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Pitch

Pitch
to have perfect pitch
is as the saying goes a
stitch in time saves nine

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Haiku Fun

Haiku Fun
                    the lizard sits still
    watching the flies; snatch! snatch! slurp!
                   the flies are no more

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Our Alphabet Tree

Our Alphabet Tree

A, B, C
oh look at me 
I’m as pretty (handsome)
as can be

D, E, F, G
sit back and see
how we add more letters 
to our beautiful tree

H, I, J, K
I’m learning today
two more 
and we will be half way

Now L and M
I’ll go grab them
and place them
right here on this limb

N, O, P, Q
oh look at you
you’re getting it now
and I am too

R, S, T, U
see what we can do?
I’m proud of me
and proud of you

V, W, X, Y
time to say goodbye
our play has reached it’s end

so let’s count to three
then add our 
            Z
to the bottom of our 
beautiful alphabet tree.

by Rochelle Harris