Best Bunch Poems
You never forget your first love. by poet
How can I ever forget my lovely first love.
Spring vivifies blossoms with dancing hues
As we were picking jonquils wild,
From curving lanes up high.
The balmy breeze blew softly o'er the greenish hills
And there we met where yellow jonquils grew.
I stared at her, strangers coming out of the blue.
Hearing sparrows singing over the rills,
Shyly I stared up to the sky,
Her smile so sweet, so mild,
She was a majestic picture of vibrant views.
That she'll be mine I prayed to the above.
Would our sympathies fit like any tender glove?
Lambent yet warm I was sure what to choose.
My heart was beating like a child.
I urged myself to try.
I took her hand and meandered towards the mills.
I proposed, joyfully she said yes too.
26 December 2020
Placed 1
A Little Memory - My Invented Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Tinkling sounds of rain falling on shingled roofs
wild winds and chestnut horses galloping with hooves
Spruce trees breathing in the navy sky of June
Shimmering stars of heavenly bliss scintillating view
Rivers gurgling aside the brook as dusk arrives
A solitary lotus floating on the waters of China
Japanese lanterns and crepe paper magic
Night songs of longing and bravelings that cry
May I invite you for a walk across my wish bridge
together we can find the syncronocity of life.
I will turn back the pages of my life,
to when I was a little girl at school;
it was an old catholic school run by nuns,
gosh, they could be so mean and so nasty!
Once a week they told us all to ponder,
our SINS- said put your heads on your desk;
and contemplate all your sins for the priest,
so I did, thinking sin, sin, sin, sin, sin!
But, I came up with nothing. Like what sin,
I am only a little girl still God?
So, I made up some stuff to tell the priest;
I could not see his smile but heard his laugh!
Then, my sister died and I had some sins,
well not my sins exactly- but mothers;
she told me, she was now an atheist,
I have no idea what that means God!
But, I told the priest I was a heathen,
yes holy priest sir- I have sinned 'cause;
my whole family is a bunch of infidels,
(I had looked up atheist in the dictionary!)
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November 29, 2018
Poetry/Verse/A Bunch Of Infidels
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1089-736-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, The Atheist
sponsor, Anthony Slausen
Sixth Place
Sometimes life's a competition of how far we can throw,
Or simply having the greatest mind to win an intelligence show.
Certainly, there is still one thing to know,
Even the toughest or smartest of man contains a piece of his heart that is soft as dough.
The variety of flavors and sizes we come in are wide and plentiful.
Underneath our regenerating skin is one pretty tough skull,
As we are all created from a genetic code that was once considered a solid whole.
Now remember each and every one of us contains a different life goal,
And even the craziest of extremes can seem like someone else's version of dull.
Even if we are children for the first time learning the ABC's,
Or possibly someone who has spent a lifetime beating up their knees.
Somewhere there is an expert teaching the up and coming rookies,
As the fact will always remain that we are all just a bunch of tough cookies.
Book: Perspective is the Objective
A poem is just a bunch of words
Unless somebody reads it
And, like a plant, will droop and fade
If there's no one to feed it.
It doesn't need a lot of care
To help with its survival,
Just someone to acknowledge it
And welcome its arrival.
A quick perusal will suffice
Though surely there's no onus,
But if more readers get on board,
Of course, that is a bonus.
The poet writes because she must
And plants her words, not knowing
If they will wither on the vine
Or maybe keep on growing.
We got really dumped on yesterday
Was hoping we would miss out on this one
But must remember, this is Canada!
The land of ice and snow and parkas and snow shoes
At least that's the general perception
We have electricity and runny water and even indoor toilets
And not only that, we have radio
However, the powers that be are promising TV before 2020
Okay okay, I'm exaggerating a wee bit
We just recently got indoor plumbing
Hmmm, strangely my tongue seems to be stuck firmly in my cheek
But we are a hearty bunch
On January 1st every year, some of our real hearty dudes
Take a dip in the Ottawa River
They're called the “Polar Bear Club”
I have a different name for them!!!!!
I call them the “Those That Have A Screw Loose Club”
They urgently need to seek psychiatric help
As backward as we are, we DO have medicare... yee haw!
So we can take all kinds of risks we wouldn't normally take
Like clomping down the middle of our major thoroughfares
Making sure we watch out for the occasional snowmobile
And wearing our stylish snowshoes and parkas
A hearty bunch we are!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
bunch of orchids
hanging on gold ribbons...
college prom date
Regina Riddle's Haiku Aha Moment
8/2/2014
In spite of my outrageous good looks
And the stealing of girls hearts, whatta crook
Other qualities I have
Like expelling lots of gas
But that's just a bunch of goggledygook
© Jack Ellison 2015
Rice walls slide secrets
Hand paint intellectual lips
Tear Kimono wings
A man once known as Benny Grunch
One day led all his yatty bunch
From rehearsal to a lunch
That ended up in a crunch
When they rattled a bowl of punch
The other guests did laugh and stare
And acted like they didn't care
If Benny and his bunch
Had their grungy lunch
And put on their yatty air
But in the end the chef did send
Them all crawling around the bend
Thus they never went back
To that old seafood shack
And would never again recommend
At the closest point, Russia and the U.S.
Are less than two miles apart
If an altercation breaks out between them
Using bikes instead of tanks would be smart
Baby robins eat 14 feet of worms a day
Eeew! That's pretty gross to me
If you're a baby robin though you'd be anxious
To slither them down with glee
Cleopatra married two of her brothers
Might have considered it if I had one
George Washington grew marijuana in his garden
A pothead before President he'd become
Q-Tips were originally called “Baby Gays”
For obvious reasons, not a good idea
Tablecloths were originally meant to be towels
To wipe your face after eating tortillas
Cranberries are sorted by bouncing them
Ripe ones can be dribbled like a basketball
Hope their floors are immaculately clean
Else yours truly would be really appalled
Ancient Egyptians slept on pillows of stone
Guess they'd never hear of a Tempur-Pedic
Must have got up in a pretty foul mood
Uttering phrases that weren't too comedic
Did you know Burt Reynolds is a Cherokee
Well Kimosabe, that's a new one on me
A ball of glass bounces higher than a rubber ball
Who owns a ball of glass, that's silly
In our lifetime, we grow 590 miles of hair
Imagine if we never got it cut
We'd need a special valet trailing behind
To make sure in a door it don't get shut
Lightning generates temperatures 5 times hotter
Than those at the surface of the sun
One ragweed plant releases a billion grains of pollen
Allergy sufferers don't think that's fun
© Jack Ellison 2015
The Tulips Photo can be viewed by using following URL
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While watching
The bunch of these Beautiful Tulips
For a moment
I thought
As if I am wondering like a Butterfly
On these flowers
Sometimes flying on them
And
Sometimes
Touching their soft petals
Like a butterfly
I was wandering and wandering
From one flower to another
But there was no end
Suddenly the Day came to an end
And I realized
That I have to go back
To my place
As it is dark now
And the doors of heaven were closed
They would open only
Tomorrow
Till I come back again here
To get lost in these
Never ending beautiful rows of Tulips.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 08th Oct. 2015
Here’s a tale about Kermit the frog
When blind drunk he slipped off a wet log
Miss Piggy was forlorn
Her dear ‘Kermie’ was ‘gorn’
Now he’s buried deep in a peat bog
The Swedish chef landed up in jail
In bad trouble no one would pay bail
He’d got a big knife
And butchered his wife
No parole until he's old and frail!
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04~15~17
By the shadows of summer
I declare war on spring
Winter gave me passage
While my true heart appears missing
the sounds of the evening town
Over the poplars
The things that go missing one-by-one
make patches of muted sound, while
The things that add up day after day
Float like a watery memory
Oh what of tomorrow's sorcery
The Great Barrier Reef is 2000 km long
Largest living structure on this planet we belong
You'll sleep well in the sack
Knowing this little known fact
A service I provide for you happy dingdongs