Poetry in motion

I think there was a poetry thread started sometime ago, but it's never bad to start a new one of those. Solid.

Here's a little ditty I put together without much thought:

Tripping amongst the daisys,
I bit a buttercup.
And when it poured its dew out,
Tuna Fish Sandwich.

I gathered my composure,
and strode with chin held high.
I threshed between the thistle brush,
Baked Alaska.

On high, on hill, on yonder stare,
I spied a maiden, fair as where
I left my boots long hanging there,
Snake Soup.

She swayed with sweet soft zephyr breeze
atop the mountain, stone and trees.
I fell and cried upon my knees,
Kit Kat. T-Bone.

I'm sure you can all do better. Let's hear 'em!!!

You can't get any better than that!

*snaps fingers.

Ok, here's my shot at the title....

Happy Faces

I smile at you, and you smile back.
Now we both are happy,
Like street thugs smoking crack.

Here comes Mr. Grumpy Puss
Fresh out of his bed,
If he doesn't smile soon,
I'll punch him in his head!

Happy Faces Happy Faces
Happy Every Day!
Happy Faces make me gay, in an 1890's kind of way.

P

Originally posted by Phlabibit
You can't get any better than that!

*snaps fingers.

Ok, here's my shot at the title....

[b]Happy Faces

I smile at you, and you smile back.
Now we both are happy,
Like street thugs smoking crack.

Here comes Mr. Grumpy Puss
Fresh out of his bed,
If he doesn't smile soon,
I'll punch him in his head!

Happy Faces Happy Faces
Happy Every Day!
Happy Faces make me gay, in an 1890's kind of way.

P[/b]

A Haiku, for our Japanese brothers:

Red Hot Pawn forum,
Effervescent, full of posts,
Insert spring theme here.

Originally posted by PBE6
A Haiku, for our Japanese brothers:

Red Hot Pawn forum,
Effervescent, full of posts,
Insert spring theme here.

Oh man...... and here I thought you were talking about that song from the Sixties!😀😀😀😀😀

Originally posted by Great Big Stees
Oh man...... and here I thought you were talking about that song from the Sixties!😀😀😀😀😀

Inspired by bowling mentor, Mr.700 - Phlabibit

Rev it up - by Joe 285, a.k.a. "Joe Fist"

Ahem

Down the five board he would play

"Rev it up", he heard them say

The center boards layered with oil

So on the outside he would toil

Make sure you're behind the ball

To experience the pleasures of the great wall

And so he would rev all day

In hopes of appearing on TV, on the PBA

Thank You

Originally posted by Phlabibit

Here is one I made up for spring.

Spring Weather (an Haiku by Phlabibit)

Sunday was first day
We had some sleet, but no snow
Will snow Thursday, crap.

P


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Originally posted by Joe Fist
Inspired by bowling mentor, Mr.700 - Phlabibit

Rev it up - by Joe 285, a.k.a. "Joe Fist"

Ahem

Down the five board he would play

"Rev it up", he heard them say

The center boards layered with oil

So on the outside he would toil

Make sure you're behind the ball

To experience the pleasures of the great wall

And so he would rev all day

In hopes of appearing on TV, on the PBA

Thank You

tea leaves shaped as biscuit dough
things i knew i just don't know
living life daily as time flies
exponentially after nursery ryhmes

wish i knew the answer
but the best that i suppose
is perhaps to find one question
whose answer makes me whole

Here is a poem I wrote called:

Master It

Mathematics, plants and tropical fish.
Solve for Pi, with a Lemon and a tasty seafood dish.

P

I wanted to make an addition,
a poem from my own collection.
Something with giants or battles,
or cute little babies with rattles,
or mythical beasts on the rampage,
or maddened and mutated cabbage.

But poems need not be fantastic,
they can also be harsh and sarcastic,
or written by monks; monastic,
or they could be described as elastic,
for the usage of words
(like toast and lemon curd)
can be clear or absurd
like the chirp of a bird
that you never have heard
but which often has spurred
a poet to literary gymnastic.

Then there are those t h a t d r i f t a w a y . . . .
and send you to sleep with their tale.
OR THOSE THAT COMMAND YOU TO STAY
OR THREATEN YOU IF YOU SHOULD FAIL

There are many forms of poetry
and some say it is a form of puppetry
from haiku to sonnet to cinquain
with rules on what they must contain

There once was a man named Balderic
who wrote prose by the light of a candlestick
but lacking in skill
and full of ill will
he came up with what we call the limerick.

But my favourite poem of
all is a free verse.
It can be,
it is,
and nothing can stop
it at all, but
the author 🙂

Originally posted by Starrman
I wanted to make an addition,
a poem from my own collection.
Something with giants or battles,
or cute little babies with rattles,
or mythical beasts on the rampage,
or maddened and mutated cabbage.

But poems need not be fantastic,
they can also be harsh and sarcastic,
or written by monks; monastic,
or they could be described as elastic,
for the ...[text shortened]... free verse.
It can be,
it is,
and nothing can stop
it at all, but
the author 🙂

Waiting for new poem. Tanks!

P