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Poem Details | by Mike Gentile |
Categories: food, fun, humor, words,

If You Weren't Such a Nut Meg

She had so many chances
     Yet she kept muffin it up
Butter intentions were good
     Just not much coffee in her cup

Couldn’t make a good decision
     Too much waffling back and forth
Always peppered with doubt
     Should she head south, no maybe north

Still, she was fun at a party
     I would say, hummus a tune
She’d say, Icing because I’m happy
     As the words began to croon

Maybe that’s what’s most important
     Omelet let her off the hook
So she’s always in a pickle
     Doesn’t do things by the book

Once again, I’m gonna help her
     Since she is such a good egg
I said, girl, you’d go much farther
     If you weren’t such a nut Meg



Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: adventure, anti bullying, boat, humor, slavery, violence, voyage,

Pirate Bay

```Pirate Bay the Haiku``` 

pirates fierce and mean 
drowning fish, sea to sea 
parrots on their butt 


```Polly Wants A Cracker``` 

bloodthirst & brutal 
Quartermaster Gone Wild 
dirty wings on deck 


```Sea World Adventure``` 
ship crew goes on strike 
sailing the Caribbean 
wooden leg splashing 


~*~

Poem Details | by Tom Cunningham |
Categories: funny, humor,

Chainsaw Blues - bawdy limerick LOL

There was a lumberjack from Borehamwood 
A chainsaw mishap took off his manhood
His Love life now a mess 
And it caused him great stress
So he made himself one out of some wood .  
                         ~
He went to bed one night full of desire
Sue his wife put on her sexy attire 
Things got steamy and hot 
He gave it all he got  
But with passion and friction it caught fire . 




Written 5th March 2019.

For make me actually LOL 2 poetry contest 

Sponsored by Nina Parmenter.

Poem Details | by Daniel Turner |
Categories: age, humor, life,

Sucker Punched

I can't recall exactly when
Life swung and hit me on my chin
I"m ashamed to say, it knocked me cold
When I came to, I woke up old

While I was out, I had a dream
Of juggling on a balance beam
While jumping hoops, upon one leg
And one wrong move, cost one nest egg

Was it yesterday or the day before
I had it all but wanted more
When days were long and fears were short
Carouse by day, at night cavort

Yesterday, less was more
It must have been the day before
I wish I'd seen life's sucker punch
'cause now my memory's out to lunch


          by Daniel Turner

Poem Details | by Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart |
Categories: humor, mom, sorry,

My One Regret

If I weren't afraid, I'd...
Have pulled that red lipstick
Out of my purse 
And with cover
Of sister and cousin
Surrounding your coffin
Replaced that drab pink coral
With your trademark red

We knew it wasn't a colour
You'd have been caught in dead




9/11/2019







Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: humor, love,

Knowin how to keep em

Oh don't think that I ain't seein'
As you roll those purty eyes,'
And my man stands there a gawkin'
Like he'd won some sort of prize.

My ma taught me how to keep em
And to cut you down to size.
For there ain't no man worth havin'
Can resist my apple pies.

Poem Details | by Tom Cunningham |
Categories: how i feel, humor,

THE RULES FOR 8X8

Compose eight lines consult your muse
Subject matter is what you choose
Just eight syllables on each line
Follow these rules and you'll be fine
Pretty pictures you do not need 
Your words only so please take heed
Only plain text no fancy fonts
And that you'll find is what she want's.




Written on 10th November 2018

Poem Details | by Tom Cunningham |
Categories: fishing, humor, sea,

Orca's Revenge


A fishing boat left the port of Kinsale 
The rain was lashing and blowing a gale
Fishing grounds were in sight
Then they had a great fright
Along side swam a giant killer whale.

A fish pong round the boat was so smelly 
"Hold your noses "cried out Captain Kelly
Whale then bit off a chunk
Fishing boat and crew sunk
They all ended up in the whales belly.



Written 5th  August 2019.

Syllables in both stanza's

10/10/6/6/10.


Syllable check at how many syllables .com


Two sea themed limericks' poetry contest
Tania Kitchin - Sponsor .

Poem Details | by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: fairy, fantasy, fun, funny, humor, humorous,

Six-Word Couplet Series

Cinderella
Pumpkin turns carriage
Prince offers marriage 

The Elves and the Shoemaker
Business lacks clout
Shorties help out

Rapunzel 
Scaling her tresses 
Young prince impresses

The Three Little Pigs
Wolfie wants bacon
Brickwork frustrates him

Puss in Boots
Smooth talking feline
Princess makes beeline

Sleeping Beauty
Hundred year nap
Ended by chap 

Beauty and the Beast
Loving what’s ugly
Renders it lovely 

Hansel and Gretel
Candy trap foiled
Witchy gets boiled 





14 September 2018
Written for Six-Word Couplet Series Contest
Hosted by Mark Toney





Poem Details | by Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart |
Categories: humor, writing,

Paper Weight



The page
bears so eagerly
the weight
of everything
inside of me
my pen prostrate
leaves a dent

I muse
this paper could use 
some weightlessness

I make an airplane
instead

Poem Details | by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: body, death, humor, humorous,

Squelch


I heard the squelch of death again -
or was it just a neuron firing
deep within my boggy brain,

or possibly a cell expiring
down amongst a mucus mess?
It could have been my heart perspiring

(that may be a thing I guess),
or, deep down in the adipose,
the squealing of a fat-lump pressed

to serve as fuel, and I suppose
it might have been a small mutation -
“Pop!” (we get a lot of those),

a bronchiole’s sharp inhalation,
“Hiss!” a membrane’s gooey breath,
a bile-duct’s bitter salivation...

Probably, it wasn’t death.


29 Mar 2019

Poem Details | by Andrew Fairchild |
Categories: funny, humor, humorous, poetry, poets, wisdom, writing,

Sonnet 31 'How High the Bar That Makes A Poet Real'

How high the bar that makes a poet Real!
(He walks in mists, and shadows of himself)
To be a poet, is to burn with steel
Set short time in the forge, the lesser self!
He brands his heart with fiery words, set down
And burns his mind with thinking, ‘til it glows,
He hopes, of sonnets, his will be the Crown,
And hopes that all the brilliance of light, shows!
But, oftener, he writes a humble piece,
A few words cramped into a simple form,
But somehow, in his feelings, a release!
Yes, humble-bumble often is the norm.
And that high bar, he reaches seldom, and
Leaves barefoot footprints in the fruity sand.

2/20/2019

Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: farewell, humor, symbolism,

Subtraction Man

He used to be three dimensional
and then he became two
I know it seems far fetched 
But I’m telling you it’s true

In two dimensions
he could still depict three
If people didn’t look to closely
They’d believe what they’d see

His paper thin personality 
once colourful and cool
Gradually became faded
no longer able to fool

Winds of change kept blowing
Two dimensions turned into one
Without any depth there
one was destined to be none

Not a soul remembers him
He simply faded away
A whisper from yesterday
Who had nothing real to say




Poem Details | by Ann Foster |
Categories: anti bullying, appreciation, cancer, cry, faith, humor, hurt,

The Unhappy Hostess

Come into my house, 
Sit anywhere you like. 

No, not at my table, 
No, not on my chair. 
Come into my house,
Sit anywhere.

I invited you, 
I opened up my home.
Oh, I changed my mind, 
It is a vaulted tome.
Sit anywhere.

Come into my house,
You really are not welcome.
You are a phantom guest, 
And a sadly, unwanted pest,
Yet still...
Sit anywhere.

It is a perfect place,
You should have been more proud, 
Just to be invited, 
And permitted, in the crowd. 
Sit anywhere. 

With rules and hidden spaces.
And a common thought out plan, 
You do not fit, so do not sit, 
“Sit anywhere”. 

Poem Details | by Lindsay Laurie |
Categories: humor,

Rumour

An email just received is a sham,
stating swine flu comes from tins of ham,
but don’t get a fright,
for this is not right,
when the email claims ham, well it’s spam.

Poem Details | by Tom Cunningham |
Categories: humor,

The Wealthy Old Man From Kansas

'There was a wealthy old man from Kansas 
Wasn't concerned if he caught the virus 
He was wealthy you could tell
Owned ten rolls of cottonelle
Said If I die "least I've got a clean A. S. S. ".



Written 13th March 2020

Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: fun, humor,

Ninja Girl

   On the Isle of Man lives a Ninja girl
   Daring in her act, makes your toesies curl
   She has a pretty face
   And sips her tea with grace
   Be not taken in – she’s no fragile pearl.


   ----------------------------------------------

   Sent with hugs by Lulu` Pascal

Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: humor, metaphor,

Dust

There once was a housewife named Claire
Who shook out her mop in the air
The dust whirled like stars
The Earth, Moon, and Mars...
Who’s shaking a dust mop up there?


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Limerick
Sponsor: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Judged: 06/11/2017

~3rd Place~
Contest: Limericks Clean and Clever
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
Judged 11/23/2014




Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: cat, humor,

Fussy Cat


Fussy Cat


   Cat stirs
        Then purrs

   Yawns, sighs
        Makes cries

   M e o w
        Wants chow

   Seeks dish
        No fish

   Dried food
        Bad mood

   Eyes stare
        With glare

   Stands still
        To chill

   No win
        Gives in

   At last
        Eats fast

   Next scene
        Dish clean


Form: Footle


Sandra M. Haight

~10th Place~
Premiere Contest: 2019 Marathon Mile #26
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 03/24/2019

Contest: Put Your Footle Out Your Mouth
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
Judged: 04/02/2018

~1st Place~
Contest: Your Footle Poem
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Judged 04/07/2015




Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: funeral, humor, sad,

FUNERAL FOOTLES

Deceased Released Goodbye I cry Church pew Hurts you My bum Now numb No droppin* The coffin! 4th March 2015 Written before dad’s funeral - I'll take my cushion to sit on lol * not proper footle but I had to add it!

Poem Details | by Mark Peterson |
Categories: humor, humorous, poets,

Dreaming

Will poems to my dull senses rise,
     In plainer garb, or apt disguise?
Can turn of phrase else serve an end,
     To vanquish foes or win a friend?

What ardor gains a rhyme’s release,
     To grant me treasured moment’s peace?
Or is it merely hubris’ child,
    That lets me dream I’m Oscar Wilde!

2nd Place, Best Poetic Form, Poet Destroyer A

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: humor,

A Tribute to a Major Appliance

Dear Fridge, you’re getting up in years. Oh, my! How many now? You must be twenty-five! The dishwasher already I’ve seen die. How ever have YOU managed to survive? Sir Oven also is a hanger-on, But rarely do I spend my time with HIM! I use his stove sometimes to cook upon. Too bad you kitchen things can’t keep me slim! You never rest! I open up your door. The produce you’ve been keeping fresh I see; The cheeses, breads, and butter, even more: Cold casseroles and pizza tempting me! I do not clean you often. That is mean! I ought to prize more my appliance queen.

Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 12th grade, family, father daughter, humor, humorous, mother daughter, relationship,

My Princess

When I grow up, will I still be princess?

Of course, says glowing daddy. 
 
A roll of the queen’s eyes.

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: funny, humor,

3 Musketeers A collaboration with Casarah Nance and Tim Smith

I wrote a poem of despair 
My hearts been tossed up into the air 

She wrote a limerick that was taboo 
She made me laugh when I was so blue 

Entering stage left was Tim 
Writing of past lovers sins in a hymn 

It seems that we laugh or we cry 
We live, we love, or we die 

The three of us, holding poetic swords up high 
Throughout the ages we all do fly 

No subject goes unspoken 
For the freedom of words we've awoken 

No battle to long or too fierce 
Our duels are true and unrehearsed. 

Through blood, sweat and tears 
A bond so strong that sweetens the years 

All for one and one for all 
Let us carry on and have a ball!

Poem Details | by Lin Lane |
Categories: humor,

Bully, Blow Hard and Old Geezer

Bully, the bull dog thought he was tough
He barked until his owner had enough
Bully went to the pound
A disgruntled old hound
He had a name change...now he's called "Scruff"

Blow Hard was a very ugly bullfrog
Sat in a pig sty on a rotten log
Boasted about his size
He was not very wise
Cuz the moron was eaten by a hog

There's an old geezer who has an ego
Told tales of his greatness for all to know
The haughty one cries
His tales were all lies
He's an old phony who has to eat crow

Bully, Blow Hard, and even that old Geezer dude
All three looked at life with eyes that were skewed
Moral of story...
There is no glory
In barking, boasting, or a haughty attitude