Rhyming Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
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Poem Published
Yesterday 1:30pm
Yesterday 1:30pm
My lovely Mum.
My lovely Mum if short of cash
or needed a dish at a dash,
cooked an ancient delicate dish
(I'm drooling as I think of this)
of Yorkshire's gorgeous corned-beef hash!
Who brought this to a teen-age bash
served with her silvered-spooned panache,
and got from doubters their sheepish kiss
My lovely Mum!
Singer's sang of bangers and mash
or lauded stewing's like, goulash?
Both fine for those merely peckish
but usually burnt (when I've) finished.
whose phoenix dish rose from their ash?
My lovely...
or needed a dish at a dash,
cooked an ancient delicate dish
(I'm drooling as I think of this)
of Yorkshire's gorgeous corned-beef hash!
Who brought this to a teen-age bash
served with her silvered-spooned panache,
and got from doubters their sheepish kiss
My lovely Mum!
Singer's sang of bangers and mash
or lauded stewing's like, goulash?
Both fine for those merely peckish
but usually burnt (when I've) finished.
whose phoenix dish rose from their ash?
My lovely...
#rhyming
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Her
Poem Published
27th Mar 2023 2:46pm
27th Mar 2023 2:46pm
Trade Places With Me
#sex
#rhyming
#dirty
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Poem Published
25th Mar 2023 9:19pm
25th Mar 2023 9:19pm
The Troglodytes
The troglodytes come out at night
come out at night to play,
the troglodyte delights in night
and never comes out by day
by day and never comes out by day.
Oh, the troll and his mate
in a terrible state
in a terrible state by day,
they both sunlight hate
but never ever hesitate
to come out at night to play
to play, to come out to play.
Oh, The troglodyte full of fright
so full of fright by day,
is at night such a horrible sight
that he frightens the trolls away
away, he frightens the trolls away... ...
come out at night to play,
the troglodyte delights in night
and never comes out by day
by day and never comes out by day.
Oh, the troll and his mate
in a terrible state
in a terrible state by day,
they both sunlight hate
but never ever hesitate
to come out at night to play
to play, to come out to play.
Oh, The troglodyte full of fright
so full of fright by day,
is at night such a horrible sight
that he frightens the trolls away
away, he frightens the trolls away... ...
#rhyming
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Poem Published
24th Mar 2023 8:15pm
24th Mar 2023 8:15pm
Sheer Joy.
Now, drinks the stuff that makes a lad
sillier than silliest ass,
he'll not hear the breeze tune the trees
to play music within the leaves,
nor see a work of art can be found
in clouds when eyes are on the ground,
when stumbling to feel his way
hear the birds chorusing the break of day.
Drink frees a lad from mortal dread
makes music in his empty head,
then silence isn't quite as loud
as that within some glass-clinking crowd,
it loosens tongue but he can't think
or use a pen, it's wasted ink,
all true,...
sillier than silliest ass,
he'll not hear the breeze tune the trees
to play music within the leaves,
nor see a work of art can be found
in clouds when eyes are on the ground,
when stumbling to feel his way
hear the birds chorusing the break of day.
Drink frees a lad from mortal dread
makes music in his empty head,
then silence isn't quite as loud
as that within some glass-clinking crowd,
it loosens tongue but he can't think
or use a pen, it's wasted ink,
all true,...
#rhyming
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Poem Published
24th Mar 2023 7:30pm
24th Mar 2023 7:30pm
Return.
Ten thousand thousand silvered feet
are dancing on those distant waves,
each slender foot at point technique
and under these bright moonbeams bathed.
The rippling of this generous sea
this vastly shimmering counterpane,
reflects the heavens so hopefully
where humans began, should I return?
are dancing on those distant waves,
each slender foot at point technique
and under these bright moonbeams bathed.
The rippling of this generous sea
this vastly shimmering counterpane,
reflects the heavens so hopefully
where humans began, should I return?
#rhyming
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nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2023 9:37am
23rd Mar 2023 9:37am
Thee Madd Poetist
not unlike thee madd scientist
can be found painting raw amethyst
scattering verb like skilled ventriloquists
seeing the world in rays of ultraviolet
pushing the limits, the antagonist
is ever questioning if we exist
seeking purity as a naturalist
and blending words as an alchemist
that form thoughts of a nonconformist
wondering if we can really coexist
in a world ran by violent anarchists
afterall, we’re all just boring tourists
seeking the monuments of the quest
so don’t think of me as a terrorist
for I am not a published...
can be found painting raw amethyst
scattering verb like skilled ventriloquists
seeing the world in rays of ultraviolet
pushing the limits, the antagonist
is ever questioning if we exist
seeking purity as a naturalist
and blending words as an alchemist
that form thoughts of a nonconformist
wondering if we can really coexist
in a world ran by violent anarchists
afterall, we’re all just boring tourists
seeking the monuments of the quest
so don’t think of me as a terrorist
for I am not a published...
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#philosophical
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Poem Published
23rd Mar 2023 8:12am
23rd Mar 2023 8:12am
Dreaming My Trusted Steed.
I crunch crunch crunch through desert sand
or explored wild exotic shores,
skipped up Gran's drive, hand in hand,
conjuring roars of Great Dinosaurs
in Gran's garden to her door
which I magic'd to a Castle's Keep,
or teepee for us red-injun squaws
and my mind, was, my trusted steed.
I flew with Blèriot from France
shared Orville's delight as he soared
up from Kitty Hawk, Oh, so grand
this, long before I'd heard or saw
an aeroplane just book-read lore
informed my imaginative needs ...
or explored wild exotic shores,
skipped up Gran's drive, hand in hand,
conjuring roars of Great Dinosaurs
in Gran's garden to her door
which I magic'd to a Castle's Keep,
or teepee for us red-injun squaws
and my mind, was, my trusted steed.
I flew with Blèriot from France
shared Orville's delight as he soared
up from Kitty Hawk, Oh, so grand
this, long before I'd heard or saw
an aeroplane just book-read lore
informed my imaginative needs ...
#rhyming
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Poem Published
21st Mar 2023 6:10pm
21st Mar 2023 6:10pm
Hope For Passing Strange.
From pictures painted on cave walls
becoming now our hallowed halls
and who can't marvel at their call?
Out of the earth to rest or range
as with us so with their own age,
strutting out on the self same stage,
As from the dust they speak to us.
"Look, we too slept, fed, loved and cussed,
hated, made war, and showed some trust,
And worked at home or braved the weather
to catch the food of fur or feather,...
becoming now our hallowed halls
and who can't marvel at their call?
Out of the earth to rest or range
as with us so with their own age,
strutting out on the self same stage,
As from the dust they speak to us.
"Look, we too slept, fed, loved and cussed,
hated, made war, and showed some trust,
And worked at home or braved the weather
to catch the food of fur or feather,...
#rhyming
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Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 6:28pm
20th Mar 2023 6:28pm
In Time To Come.
In time to come in northern lands
will folk speak of hardier man,
who braved the snow the frost the ice
enough to chill to paradise,
and, in praising those bygone men
in bringing home the goat, the hen,
wonder where this fabled weather went
from Iceland's streets or towns like Ghent,
pondering on this thing profound
with naked toe in soggy ground,
wander home their bedraggled way
through fields of rice, through steamy day...
will folk speak of hardier man,
who braved the snow the frost the ice
enough to chill to paradise,
and, in praising those bygone men
in bringing home the goat, the hen,
wonder where this fabled weather went
from Iceland's streets or towns like Ghent,
pondering on this thing profound
with naked toe in soggy ground,
wander home their bedraggled way
through fields of rice, through steamy day...
#rhyming
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Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 8:04pm
19th Mar 2023 8:04pm
I Hate Fake!
I hate those fake and weak minded
aphorisms so one sided
so smugly written but so trite
lazily penned hence with no might
and sadly, never derided.
It seems that poetry is dead
that from which great effort has fled
to a burgeoning three line write...
I hate those fakes!
Sharpen your quill and be guided
by the muse, as the great Bard did,
think on't by day dream on't by night
and work and work till writes take flight
chanting this phrase, here I've writed...
I hate those fakes!
aphorisms so one sided
so smugly written but so trite
lazily penned hence with no might
and sadly, never derided.
It seems that poetry is dead
that from which great effort has fled
to a burgeoning three line write...
I hate those fakes!
Sharpen your quill and be guided
by the muse, as the great Bard did,
think on't by day dream on't by night
and work and work till writes take flight
chanting this phrase, here I've writed...
I hate those fakes!
#rhyming
#parody
#satirical #CallToAction
#satirical #CallToAction
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Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 1:32pm
19th Mar 2023 1:32pm
My Mirror.
My Mirror faithfully reflects
then, having pondered shows aspects
of self unseen in other's eyes
ah, but then, my glass never lies.
ii
I gaze into that scene within
with me without and looking in
wondering what might come to pass
it two were there seen, lad and lass.
iii
I angle for another look
and find not self but Eastern Suq
no painting this, but moving frame
of Eastern Delight, of worldly fame.
iv
At first in two dimensions seen ...
then, having pondered shows aspects
of self unseen in other's eyes
ah, but then, my glass never lies.
ii
I gaze into that scene within
with me without and looking in
wondering what might come to pass
it two were there seen, lad and lass.
iii
I angle for another look
and find not self but Eastern Suq
no painting this, but moving frame
of Eastern Delight, of worldly fame.
iv
At first in two dimensions seen ...
#romantic
#rhyming
#ShortStory #magic
#ShortStory #magic
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Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 10:04am
19th Mar 2023 10:04am
Of Flanders Fields.
" In Flanders fields " That dread rondeau
goes, " The poppies blow... row on row..."
in vain lament as young men fell,
stripped from home where innocence dwells
then squared off to deal mortal blows...
And it was so, as with their foe,
spurred by righteous bugles to go
tramp, tramp, down men's entrenched death hells,
In Flanders fields.
Father, brother, son, young girl's beau,
still march with jingoed fervent glow,
fear of life and limb stripping shells ...
goes, " The poppies blow... row on row..."
in vain lament as young men fell,
stripped from home where innocence dwells
then squared off to deal mortal blows...
And it was so, as with their foe,
spurred by righteous bugles to go
tramp, tramp, down men's entrenched death hells,
In Flanders fields.
Father, brother, son, young girl's beau,
still march with jingoed fervent glow,
fear of life and limb stripping shells ...
#rhyming
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