Fiction Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
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jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
24th Feb 2024 10:01pm
24th Feb 2024 10:01pm
For the Love of Rye
The lady that ate too much rye,
oh my, oh my,
how she did love her rye.
Zero grams of fat
and zero cholesterol too.
No butter just plain bread,
oh my, oh my,
if she only knew.
She did so love her rye,
that's all she ever ate.
Oh my, oh my, oh my,
it just might be too late!
But eating all that rye,
no vegetables and no fruits,
nothing else in her diet
just plain dark store-bought rye,
oh why?
I guess it never crossed her mind,
that eating just one thing,
did...
oh my, oh my,
how she did love her rye.
Zero grams of fat
and zero cholesterol too.
No butter just plain bread,
oh my, oh my,
if she only knew.
She did so love her rye,
that's all she ever ate.
Oh my, oh my, oh my,
it just might be too late!
But eating all that rye,
no vegetables and no fruits,
nothing else in her diet
just plain dark store-bought rye,
oh why?
I guess it never crossed her mind,
that eating just one thing,
did...
#food
#fiction
#WritingPoetry
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1 Comment
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
24th Feb 2024 10:40am
24th Feb 2024 10:40am
Some Shingles Fall on Turd
self-proclaimed clever aiming to impress
shouts about thinking outside the box
he thinks he is keen speaking sharpness
in every words he accentuates his boasts
he has academic degrees from universities
maybe he has garnered many PHDs
maybe he has them in prints
on his clean white BVDs
he sounds so intelligent such flair
maybe he can charm words of the air
every speech is made confidently
even though sometimes it shows his stupidity
he is wordy and floats on his own dunghill
trying to bend others to his will ...
shouts about thinking outside the box
he thinks he is keen speaking sharpness
in every words he accentuates his boasts
he has academic degrees from universities
maybe he has garnered many PHDs
maybe he has them in prints
on his clean white BVDs
he sounds so intelligent such flair
maybe he can charm words of the air
every speech is made confidently
even though sometimes it shows his stupidity
he is wordy and floats on his own dunghill
trying to bend others to his will ...
#fiction
#WritingPoetry
203 reads
14 Comments
jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
19th Feb 2024 5:21pm
19th Feb 2024 5:21pm
Butterfly Dance
She walked into the nightclub
in a tantalizing tight black dress
accentuating every curve
strangely beautiful, I must confess.
Wearing orange Bakelite jewelry
she bought for just fifty cents
silver rings on every finger
her confidence sure to impress.
She stepped out on the dance floor
swaying those curving hips
showing off her Monarch wings
a mischievous smile upon dark red lips.
No one knew what to make of it
they’d never seen a creature like her before
with wings spread out and fluttering
as she...
in a tantalizing tight black dress
accentuating every curve
strangely beautiful, I must confess.
Wearing orange Bakelite jewelry
she bought for just fifty cents
silver rings on every finger
her confidence sure to impress.
She stepped out on the dance floor
swaying those curving hips
showing off her Monarch wings
a mischievous smile upon dark red lips.
No one knew what to make of it
they’d never seen a creature like her before
with wings spread out and fluttering
as she...
#butterfly
#fiction
#WritingPoetry
#dance
#seductive
192 reads
8 Comments
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IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
15th Feb 2024 9:43am
15th Feb 2024 9:43am
The Dragon King of Yore
when legends were real
and tales lived in majestic worlds
the dragons of fire of ancient tales,
roamed this realm a wonder to behold
there was a Dragon King
a man but a wondrous fearsome sight
whose swords were as wings
that he weld with majestic might
he rode on his horse
leading his army in glorious conquest
throwing men to their knees by force
and pledge their allegiance
but stop he did on his stride
when he saw a maiden fair
that he wanted for his bride
though she wasn't a noble's daughter ...
and tales lived in majestic worlds
the dragons of fire of ancient tales,
roamed this realm a wonder to behold
there was a Dragon King
a man but a wondrous fearsome sight
whose swords were as wings
that he weld with majestic might
he rode on his horse
leading his army in glorious conquest
throwing men to their knees by force
and pledge their allegiance
but stop he did on his stride
when he saw a maiden fair
that he wanted for his bride
though she wasn't a noble's daughter ...
#fiction
#WritingPoetry
171 reads
4 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
11th Feb 2024 7:37pm
11th Feb 2024 7:37pm
The Harlots Brush with The Law
I leant against the young Copper's waist
'twould cost a full nights pay,
and my brain did make all haste
to keep me from court next day.
Tangled 'scuses crossed my eye
taught by many a liar
as gallant punters, now Cop shy,
scuttled to household fire.
The Cop's sharp features seemed to be
softening as on him I leant,
the guilt on me receding be
as on him I made lament.
This ancient calling here on earth
has humble me and I,
am spiritless and friends have dearth,
" There there " said he...
'twould cost a full nights pay,
and my brain did make all haste
to keep me from court next day.
Tangled 'scuses crossed my eye
taught by many a liar
as gallant punters, now Cop shy,
scuttled to household fire.
The Cop's sharp features seemed to be
softening as on him I leant,
the guilt on me receding be
as on him I made lament.
This ancient calling here on earth
has humble me and I,
am spiritless and friends have dearth,
" There there " said he...
#fiction
#parody
#funny
#WritingPoetry
#historical
152 reads
0 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
10th Feb 2024 1:13am
10th Feb 2024 1:13am
(my) Nymphs Reply To The Shepherd
Since all the world and love is one
and truth issues from your glib tongue,
and maiden's wiles your chance improve
I'll live with you and be your love.
And I shall dance and your words sing
for your delight, each gay morning,
and be your muse though nag you so
you Will outwrite that upstart crow!
But I'd rather have a divan bed
than those roses that you have said,
you forgot the thorns, I suppose,
they'd not do much for our repose...
And I'm not sure 'bout those hard rocks
so pull...
and truth issues from your glib tongue,
and maiden's wiles your chance improve
I'll live with you and be your love.
And I shall dance and your words sing
for your delight, each gay morning,
and be your muse though nag you so
you Will outwrite that upstart crow!
But I'd rather have a divan bed
than those roses that you have said,
you forgot the thorns, I suppose,
they'd not do much for our repose...
And I'm not sure 'bout those hard rocks
so pull...
#inspirational
#rhyming
#fiction
#historical
#nonfiction
152 reads
4 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 9:25pm
9th Feb 2024 9:25pm
Mother of all Feasties
In days of Yore when knights were bold
and shopping was mostly, local,
the huswifes chores or so I'm told
we're pretty much all, in total...
She'd scrub and boil and mend and make
and grub out the mangle wurtzles,
and mill and milk and brew and bake
and make soup from poor dead turtles.
She'd brew and bake with Godisgoode
those indigenous wild yeasties,
that can be found world round my loves
to make the Mother of all, feasties...
and shopping was mostly, local,
the huswifes chores or so I'm told
we're pretty much all, in total...
She'd scrub and boil and mend and make
and grub out the mangle wurtzles,
and mill and milk and brew and bake
and make soup from poor dead turtles.
She'd brew and bake with Godisgoode
those indigenous wild yeasties,
that can be found world round my loves
to make the Mother of all, feasties...
#alcohol
#food
#fiction
#historical
#nonfiction
154 reads
6 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
4th Feb 2024 9:34am
4th Feb 2024 9:34am
The Blankety Blank Song
I knew an engineer and before he died,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
he told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
and I've no reason to believe he lied.
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump.
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump,...
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
he told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
and I've no reason to believe he lied.
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump.
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump,...
#rhyming
#fiction
#lyrics
#funny
#historical
208 reads
4 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 6:04pm
3rd Feb 2024 6:04pm
Mrs Shakespeare, gripes
Your pen has admirable addictions '
writes Will's goodwife ' for a batchelorship,
you clutch tight, employment's invitation,
me? Mere kitchenwenched to your brats, gossiped
By fly-bitten lewdsters, my name besmirched
in Shottery, birthplace of Susanna,
you may mind, when we were but six month wed!
I've tried honeytonguing you and pander
...
writes Will's goodwife ' for a batchelorship,
you clutch tight, employment's invitation,
me? Mere kitchenwenched to your brats, gossiped
By fly-bitten lewdsters, my name besmirched
in Shottery, birthplace of Susanna,
you may mind, when we were but six month wed!
I've tried honeytonguing you and pander
...
#fiction
#sonnet
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
#nonfiction
151 reads
2 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
24th Jan 2024 3:25pm
24th Jan 2024 3:25pm
I AM NOT ALL MY POEMS
I continually marvel how
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
#romantic
#inspirational
#fiction
#narrative
#confessional
243 reads
6 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
13th Jan 2024 6:50pm
13th Jan 2024 6:50pm
Richard III
I need a new arch-villain to rouse me
from my foppish slugabed addiction,
to castigate my fist, grown right weary
through my poor lacklustre, ruminations.
Though who, matters not, batty or bloodstained.
I've a Prince in mind, Richard of Gloucester,
malicious and twisted, hunchbacked, at pains
to elbow his way, brutally, to power...
With two wee bairns entowered, to wrench hearts,
the inconvenient fact of a wife,
to shed, to warm his feet at the kings hearth,
with a bloody final...
from my foppish slugabed addiction,
to castigate my fist, grown right weary
through my poor lacklustre, ruminations.
Though who, matters not, batty or bloodstained.
I've a Prince in mind, Richard of Gloucester,
malicious and twisted, hunchbacked, at pains
to elbow his way, brutally, to power...
With two wee bairns entowered, to wrench hearts,
the inconvenient fact of a wife,
to shed, to warm his feet at the kings hearth,
with a bloody final...
#fiction
#sonnet
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
#nonfiction
174 reads
2 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 11:17am
12th Jan 2024 11:17am
Sweet Promises and Lies
there's hope in trusting hearts
when a promise is made
hope's flame begins to burn
wanting to believe words
when another speaks
when promises are tenderly said
we're eager to open our mind
believing in the words another speaks
with so much trust we give
believing that each sweet words
are truth from a pure heart
we feel the love's heat
every vow is like a gold band
a bond that seems to tighten
with every touch and kisses
we begin to stand through storm
and through the turbulences of life ...
when a promise is made
hope's flame begins to burn
wanting to believe words
when another speaks
when promises are tenderly said
we're eager to open our mind
believing in the words another speaks
with so much trust we give
believing that each sweet words
are truth from a pure heart
we feel the love's heat
every vow is like a gold band
a bond that seems to tighten
with every touch and kisses
we begin to stand through storm
and through the turbulences of life ...
#lies
#betrayal
#fiction
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4 Comments
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