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Poem Details | by
Michael Wise |
Categories:
fun, humor, humorous, tribute,
O, black and potent beverage
each morning that I rise
you give me greater leverage
you make me strong and wise
O, elixir of higher thought
rejuvenate my mind
I percolate you in my pot
through dark beans that I grind
With sugar some would sweeten you
and lighten you with cream
but black and strong will be my brew
like women in my dreams
O, steaming dark deliciousness
please keep me wide awake
and bring me higher consciousness
upon my coffee break
© Mike Wise
3/23/14
Poem Details | by
Mark Koplin |
Categories:
humorous,
Have you ever sat while deep in thought,
on a brand new toilet seat that you just bought?
Maybe you wondered and felt despair,
about that poor little goldfish you flushed down there.
Was he dead or just fast asleep?
Could he make the ocean in his final leap?
It’s truly a mystery we may never know.
Now I’m wondering how far one could go.
Maybe a GPS tracker tucked in with a twig.
Would he continue to grow, would he get really big?
I sit here and wonder with time to waste.
Is this poem a beauty, or simply bad taste.
Poem Details | by
Fritz Purdum |
Categories:
fruit, fun, humorous, silly,
For hamburgers hotdogs and french fried potatoes
add the sweet savory sauce a gift from tomatoes
Ketchup Ketchup pour it thick
for bland foods it does the trick
Scramble eggs just to plain
Ketchup adds that sweet tang
Steak a little too dry
that's when ketchup applies
Try adding ketchup in your sauce
topping meatloaf it is boss
Beautifully red rich and thick
Ketchup is foods favorite condiment
For finger foods a tasty dip
so yummy you smack your lips
Ketchup is a sweet sensation
taste buds crave with anticipation
That magic that ketchup brings
is that flavorful wonderful zing
Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
humorous,
Imagine if our poop was a pretty pink
Or smelled like a dozen red roses
Beautiful music was heard when we tooted
There'd be no need for holding noses
We'd relish the thought of soiling our whites
To show off a new shade of pink
And proud to fart Ludwig's Fifth Symphony
While sitting on the throne by the sink
It can possibly be construed as a bit unusual
To be writing a poem about poop
But pink poop deserves special recognition
So let's all just let out a big whoop!
Imagine if our poop was a pretty pink
And smelled to high heaven of roses
We'd be so proud of our load of pink magic
There'd be no need for holding noses
© Jack Ellison 2013
Poem Details | by
Jacque Lee |
Categories:
friendship, funny, people, time,
We'd really like to thank you
i'm sure you left it here with love,
it really was so kind of you
but we didn't want your bug.
We thought you'd like to know
we really felt the pits
we thought of you quite often
when we had the squits.
Next time you come to visit
please leave your bugs at home,
'cause, when you bring them with you
they sure do like to roam.
So next time that we see you
I hope you come alone,
you can bring Rosie and Katie
but leave your bugs at home.
Poem Details | by
Victor Nwakanma |
Categories:
brother, freedom, giving, happy, humorous,
The firmament above, beneath we exist,
This diversity in divine artistry
Same eyes divers sizes
Different skin same sin
Different color same honor
Same human same humor
Why try to sort out maize from corn? They are all same
Cus just one shot, your race wont spare you
Poem Details | by
Dan Keir |
Categories:
adventure, angst, confusion, dark, dedication, depression, devotion, education, faith, farewell, funny, humorous, imagination, introspection, lonely, loss, lost, memory, pain, parody, passion, people, places, retirement, sad, science fiction, sorrow, sorry, space, star, teacher, time, travel, tribute, visionary,
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.
Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.
Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.
Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.
My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.
Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
Poem Details | by
Raven Howell |
Categories:
appreciation, childhood, food, giggle, humor, humorous, sorry,
More nutritious
Than a bean,
I do appreciate
Your green,
But raw,
You are extremely crunchy,
Roasted,
Just a mushy-munchy.
Steaming
Makes you awfully wet.
Sorry -
‘Still don’t like you yet!
Poem Details | by
Joshua Lacey |
Categories:
funny
Roll the ball with utmost care
By the gutters if you dare!
Don't go slidding down the lane
Don't want to think of how much pain!
Of a lousy score beware!
Poem Details | by
Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
funny,
Cotton fields
White to harvest
Untouched by red clay
Trash, sediment
Banked white snow
Fluffy
Not visited
By neighborhood dogs
Right out of the pack
The scent of clean,
Soft cotton
Dry and warm
Slip one on, then two
Encapsulate the feet
Like clean silver fog
Coats each tree
Ten hours later
There's dirt, stink
Old shoe leather stains
Then tossed into hamper
No longer new
No longer clean
No longer white
Just dirty old socks
Poem Details | by
Elton Camp |
Categories:
funny, computer,
Ode to the Computer Keyboard
By Elton Camp
It was on a manual typewriter that I learned to key
The keyboard’s function was obvious as could be
A computer keyboard, to me, isn’t the same way
For what some of the key do, I can’t possibly say
About half I comprehend of keys called F1 to F12
Into ESC, Scroll Lock, Pause, Break I don’t delve
Perhaps they do all kinds of absolutely great stuff
But for an old man like me, they are way too tough
ESC stands for “Escape” said the computer geek
If it escapes, then I guess he would have to seek
If I should see this useless key trying to get away
I’d just say, “It’s goodbye and good riddance today.”
Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
humorous,
This is quite a bit overdue my friends
It's an ode to Brussel Sprouts
Those delicious spherical bundles of joy
Not too popular hereabouts
Poor wee fellows just want to be loved
Along with the other veggies
They've long had a real image problem
About as popular as a wedgie
Thinking of starting a worldwide petition
Any Soupers wishing to join
Send a hundred dollars to me, Jester Jack
You'll receive a commemorate coin
Along with the coin you'll receive a bushel
Of these oh so luscious little critters
As a bonus for ordering before December
An autographed picture of John Ritter
Hey, it rhymes doesn't it !!!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Poem Details | by
Liz Labadie-Reilly |
Categories:
humor,
Thought to first originate in Peru,
It’s a true tomato fact,
oval or round, and juicy too
from beefsteak to compact.
Tomato! be you red or green,
nutritionally you are boss,
whether topping a salad like a queen
or at the heart of pasta sauce.
Without you, ketchup would be taboo,
saucy salsa you wouldn’t see
marinara, we’d have to do without,
you’re the soul of the BLT.
Cousin to the eggplant,
you grow on vines above,
in France they honor you by name,
known as the “apple of love”,
So Hooray for you sweet,seedy fruit
let us all stop and pause,
to honor the rich ripe goodness you bring
with a hearty round of applause!
Poem Details | by
Joseph Coogan |
Categories:
betrayal, food, humorous, irony, money,
Oh, clam chowder, how I would love
You to be like the thing you claim you taste of.
You're seafood, soup, potatoes, all warm
And bubbling in a splendrous, thick liquid form.
Your amount of potatoes, though is extensive,
Because I guess that clam is just too expensive
To be present in amounts that meet my desires.
But I suppose you'd be too costly for buyers.
But aside from that, clam chowder, you're alright.
I'll probably still have some tonight.
Poem Details | by
Barbara Dickenson |
Categories:
9th grade, funny, girl, growing up, high school, youth,
Ode To A Gym Teacher
Amid brassiere and derrière
She strives to put her clothes on.
Her panties there, stockings here
The rest of it, she throws on.
At the mirror, shining bright
She struggles with her powder.
She holds her place with main and might
As others try to crowd her.
How can she dress so nimbly
In but five minutes of an hour?
The question’s answered simply:
She did not take a shower.
Barbara Dickenson
August 1966
Poem Details | by
Kudzai Mhangwa |
Categories:
food, fruit, fun, funny,
Zesty droplets on my tongue
Setting a blaze of many flavours
Lively explosions on in my mouth
Poem Details | by
Curtis Moorman |
Categories:
funny,
High as a Georgia pine they say
I think that I shall never see
From little acorns a mighty oak grows
So goes my tree knowledge
Poem Details | by
Anthony Beck |
Categories:
education, humorous, irony, soccer,
Woe is us, we wretched Dyslexicons,
We visionary thinking paragons,
We the summer-school-room-dwelling patsies,
We the ostracized by Spelling Nazis.
(sorry, lied about the soccer)
Poem Details | by
Joshua Lacey |
Categories:
funny
Whack that ball; don't hit a tree
Be conked out in the head you see!
And don't hit into the rough
Oh my gosh; that sure is tough!
Or maybe in "the zone" you'll be!
Poem Details | by
Stephen Mayne |
Categories:
car, funny, humorous, light,
Oh traffic light, oh traffic light
Why do you keep me waiting so.
Oh traffic light, oh traffic light
With your red light glaring and your ominous glow.
Oh traffic light, oh traffic light.
Do please hurry, I'm going to miss my show
Oh traffic light, oh traffic light
Time passes so slowly, as I await your green signal, to go.
Written November 2021
Poem Details | by
Carolyn Dewey |
Categories:
food, humorous, lust, yellow,
My teeth crunch into golden heaven,
savoring fresh cream and salt.
This is my tenth - wait, no - eleventh
cob of corn. Time for a malt.
Corn cob, Mom, Bob,
Can't have another?
We love each other,
so you must.
Cob of corn, my golden heaven,
After you I love to lust.
Poem Details | by
Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories:
baseball, humor, murder, parody, satire, song, sports,
Take me out to the kill people game
Turn me loose on the crowd
Give me some kidneys and backs to crack
I don't care who it is I attack
Let me bash, bash, bash as they scream loud
If they don't die it's a shame
Cuz it's one, two, three strikes you're dead
In the old kill people game.
Poem Details | by
Mike Martin |
Categories:
christmas, humor, mythology, wife,
Christmas without Mrs. Claus
That could never be
Who would feed dear Santa
And trim the Christmas tree
Who would tie the ribbons
And fasten all the bows
Who would help the elves
Hang their stockings all in rows
Who would do the mending
And sew the giant sacs
Who'd care for all the reindeer
And polish up their racks
Who would keep dear Santa jolly
Keep him fat and warm
So he can ride the coldest skies
And weather any storm
All hail the unsung hero
Hooray for Mrs. Claus
The saving grace of Christmas
Best gal that ever was
Poem Details | by
Stephanie Weeks |
Categories:
funny,
I've only had you for about a year,
To me the time was of good cheer.
Poem Details | by
Michael Wise |
Categories:
food, funny, humorous,
O delicacy born of
some cow's milk and dough
when toasted for breakfast
how I love you so
Whether topped with onions
or sesame seeds
or nothing at all
you fill all my needs
With texture from Heaven
the crunch and the cream
Mere toast cannot rival
this flavorful dream
Compared to your shapely
and sensuous curves
I'd never look twice
at a tray of hors d'oeuvres
You've stolen my heart
by now you must know
O bagel with cream cheese
how I love you so
© Mike Wise
6-5-23