Poet Challenge! New Poems Only!

[GeoffC]

When snowdrops melt away
and daffodils trump out loud;
a new spring has begun.
When green mist lies low upon ploughed lands,
we wait,
then,
the first swallow to swoop.

When skylark soars high,
and golden hedgerows blaze;
a new spring had begun.
When morning mist clears upon warming sun,
we wait,
then,
the cuckoo to call.

When goldfinch squabble,
and primrose brightly shine;
a new spring is well upon.
When morning dew sprinkles diamonds,
we no longer wait,
then,
summer’s soon due.

[GeoffC]

I’ve delved deep within, to the core of my soul
to find such cherished thoughts, to fill my bowl.
With grandiose words, to sustain this harmonic rhyme
from first to last; with each to last, through ravages of time.
I’ve searched the nerving ways and sparking channels
to source the characters I stitch and thread my tapestry of annals.
From each and every highway in my essential being
ignited and aflamed to burn on page of life with feeling.

My muse be love, my craft be plain, my goal indeed be passion.

[GeoffC]

Why does it always appear to be raining.
It is surely a travesty of natural law.
What does the weather think it is gaining
With this endless, mindless, relentless pour?

Why does it always rain on our days off.
That is surely a travesty of working law.
What does the weather think we’re made of
With this endless, mindless, relentless pour.

Why does the chaos of weather define us.
Blinding rain, breath-taking wind and senseless heat.
What does it think it is doing, the weather on us.
With this endless, mindless, relentless beat.

Why does it always win
Why does it always win
Can’t the lords in the heavens defend us
Can’t they help us without any fuss.

Butterflies flap their wings in Asia,
Monsoons move into Fantasia.
Fir cones swell and seaweed drips
No one likes soggy fish and chips.

[dreams]

It must be the living in Scotland that grants the poetic ability and the time to compose it.

(or the time you save by not having to get your own blanket, reader, or best malt and a large bar of chocolate )

Beautiful.

Originally Posted by GeoffC

SNIP SNIP

No one likes soggy fish and chips.

I truly did NOT see that one coming!

[GeoffC]

I seem to have hijacked
this thread from its original idea, you cad,
so I will drag it back
kicking and screaming
to the challenge idea.

I request a poem, per the original guidelines, that includes

'...... and (s)he quaffed a refreshing glass of xxxxx ...... ' (replace xxxxx accordingly).

[benham]

You didn't say how many lines
you wanted this to be
Whether serious would be fine
Or make you laugh hysterically

But in looking at the cat
Who can take her seriously
She's no longer sitting where she sat
...... and (s)he quaffed a refreshing glass of MGD

[GeoffC]

in her mind she had a plan
if only she could wed a wealthy man.
she’d stay at home and have the kids
only then to stay off the skids.
but he was a wealthy man
unbeknown to her, he had a fan
a younger model all serene
she was all but sweet seventeen.
hatched a plan, together they did,
went to a shady yard and bid.

home they ran and made the tea
home he came, and they made three.
“this is nice” he said in glee, “you two met,
-----please don’t mind while I quietly sweat-----,
pray tell me how, I’m sure we have nothing we need to hide”
and as he quaffed a refreshing glass of cyanide
those girls they laughed
went away and packed
he lay there all alone
no longer able to atone.

[DixieGal]

It's 95 degrees and 95% humidity
In Birmingham today.
She quaffed a refreshing glass of sweet tea
and in the pool did lay.

Oh Mercy! It's the vapors!
She exclaimed in heated tones.
As she dreamed about the pastries
and wished for apple scones.

With a sputter she awoke
and slipped from off the float.
She quaffed enough pool water
to have carried a small boat.


Now do one about mosquitoes!

[benham]

When you pack your picnic lunch
With sandwiches fruit and such
Make sure there's cold beer in the bunch
And that you don't pack too much

But remember this when you pack the chips
And bring your bag of Doritos
Always bring the Jalepeno dip
To keep away the mosquitoes!

Use the phrase ...Missed it by that much!

[DixieGal]

Originally Posted by benham

Always bring the Jalepeno dip
To keep away the mosquitoes!

Use the phrase ...Missed it by that much!

Oh My Burning Nose Hairs!

[DixieGal]

Lenny, the local pickpocket
has a touch that's as light as can be.
He could pinch out the hair from a locket
then run away, run away, flee.

Finally Pickpocket Lenny
was caught by indelicate touch,
when he snatched at a purse
and let out a curse,
and yelled, "Missed it by only that much!"


My poems seem to be less poem and more limerick each time.

Next someone do one that involves bowling and grilled cheese.

[benham]

Do you think Hank started this way?

I am Captain of our bowling team
In Wisconsin it's qute a sport
It seems the way the bowling pins lean
Depend pn your conditon of sorts.

If you hae had yourself some cans of beer
Of good old MGD
They might look less like ten pins standing there
and more like flat grilled cheese!

Red tomatoes and green beans

[griffonwing]

I tried posting this yesterday, but for some reason, I thought it post, but it didn't go through. I'll repost it again.

I decided to write a corny country song. (I hate new country music)

I saw her there across the room
Dancing with her friend
Both in hats and shorts and boots
Legs from the floor up to their rear-end!
I sauntered on over, said "What up, bee-yutch!"
*Slap!*
Oooh! Missed it by that much!

Stars spinning round mah eyes
Headed back to the bar
Downed another shot,
Then I grabbed my guitar
Fingers flying like Clapton and Stevie Vaughn and such
*twang-snap*
Oooh! Missed it by that much!

A cutie at a table started chattin me up
a redhead with a cast
She's broken her leg on dead man's curve
Takin the turn too fast.
As we headed to the exit I kicked out her crutch
*tumble CRASH thud!"
Ooooh! Missed it by that much!

Born under a bad sign
I don't got the touch
My ever-living anthem
Missed it by that much

If we go on a date
It'll always be Dutch
I never can score
Missed it by that much

If my love life was an engine
I'd be choking the clutch
Revving til the engine blows
*Vrooooooooom*BOOOOOOOOM*clink clink*
Missed it by that much

[Mare of Earth]

Put your 'maters in a pot,
Then add a few green beans.
Throw in some rice,
Then add some spice,
And call it "Turns Ya Green"!

I would like to see a poem that uses the phrase "Tic-Tac of Love" and "tippity-toff"

[DixieGal]

Originally Posted by benham

Do you think Hank started this way?

I am Captain of our bowling team
In Wisconsin it's qute a sport
It seems the way the bowling pins lean
Depend pn your conditon of sorts.

If you hae had yourself some cans of beer
Of good old MGD
They might look less like ten pins standing there
and more like flat grilled cheese!

Red tomatoes and green beans

Bravo! Love it!