Entries in Poetry (692)
A Poem For Greensboro Developer Roy Carroll
Jul 23, 2008 at 08:38PM High-rise Huckster
He put his name on towers tall
for everyone to see.
Bribed politicians, every one
from penthouse luxury.
Built monuments to honor him
as if he were a god
but only when he segwayed
would he even get a nod.
And while I like Officer Ryan Todd I'd like to thank N&R photographer, Scott Hoffman for this photo of Officer Todd illegally crossing a downtown Greensboro street on his Segway. Perhaps Todd can use this photo the next time he teaches a bicycle safety class to our local elementary students.
Update: Sean has more on GPD Segway Cops.
Yo Ho Woah!
Jul 23, 2008 at 03:45PM Beware the Pirate Muncher
as you sail to your atoll.
The island may be your's to claim
but the muncher takes your soul.
Your crew may sink a thousand ships,
rule every port of call
but when the muncher takes a bite
the pirates always fall.
And you wondered why the pirate has a wooden leg.
Poetry Sherry Chandler Explodes The Dog
Jul 20, 2008 at 09:15PM Clever Cleavers
Clever cleavers lie in wait
your fate, they only know
for clever cleavers don’t hesitate
come time to strike a blow.
Beware the clever, lest ye bleed,
and the cleavers with their wit
for if you stand to close to them
they’ll cut you into bits.
My thanks to Sherry Chandler for inspiring this Exploding Dog Poem-- a tribute to Sam the real Exploding Dog. If you’d like to become the inspiration for an exploding dog poem and earn a link back to your website or blog then send a title suggestion to idleblogs (AT) yahoo.com and I’ll do my best to write it. So far I’ve managed 100% so odds are good you’ll get that link.
The Missing Link Poem
Jul 19, 2008 at 06:05AM In a city of embers, underground.
they will escape the dreaded skyhooks
and the stealth bombers
flying silent through darkened skies...
And while roses bloom in the darkness
and the synthetic kids prepare to rule the world
the old men who lead us to hell
will awaken to the bitter cold.
and cry.
Someday it will happen.
Poetry Poles Still Living In Bondage
Jul 18, 2008 at 08:08PM It's hard earning your living," the meter said,
"with a pole stuck up your butt.
I could have been a traffic light.
I guess I must be nuts.
I could have been a fire escape--
get paid for going down
but instead I became a parking meter
anchored to the ground."
And as I walked away I thought I heard her cry.
And so it is with this sad poem-- number 45 in this series-- I usher in yet another return of Parking Meter Poetry-- the only poetry written exclusively from atop poles.
Brought to you by free parking everywhere.
Bubba Explodes The Dog
Jul 16, 2008 at 06:32AM Drunk Monkeys
Drunk monkeys turned over the outhouse.
Drunk monkeys have taken the farm.
They burned all the hay, plowed the fields the wrong way,
and caused the whole county alarm!
Drunk monkeys got in to my hen house,
choked chickens until they were dry,
and if you think you’ve seen a really bad dream,
watch monkeys when they get too high.
Drunk monkeys got into the farm house,
chased my dear wife and children away,
caught the school bus to school, acted a fool,
and then drove it back the same way.
Drunk monkeys ran off with my tractor
to where I really don’t know,
but if they don’t bring it back I don’t give a whack
as long as drunk monkeys, they go.
This has been another of my Exploding Dog Poems-- poems inspired by my readers and based on titles they send me. This particular Exploding Dog Poem was inspired by Bob Church aka Bubba. If you have your own blog or website and would like a link back then send me a title that will inspire me to write yet another Exploding Dog Poem and I’ll do my best to write it for you. And if you don’t have a blog or website then send your ideas and I’ll link anywhere you like. (Like your favorite charity, perhaps?)
This explosion was not sponsored by Diane Dees or MoJo.
Ways To Survive The Economic Downturn
Jul 14, 2008 at 10:06PM Tin cans and rubber bands,
what do they have in common?
Rusty nails and shotgun shells,
the beer left at the bottom,
the bottle too, will work for you
if you put it to good use.
Broken screws, busted tools--
reduce, recycle, reuse.
Poetry Just When I Thought There Was No Way Out...
Jul 13, 2008 at 05:45PM 'Twas a quarter past four or maybe more
when I donned my best disguises
put out the cat and grabbed my hat
to where, the sun, it rises;
where dreams, it seems, are happy things
and blue, always the skies is.
For you can find it all behind
the little door of big surprises.
Poetry Hot Dog In The Microwave
Jul 12, 2008 at 05:55AM Conservation, that's the word
though some might think it quite absurd.
It's a mystery, it seems to me
that every thing we need's not free.
It cost too much to drive my car,
heat my water, start a fire.
The cost of groceries, mostly fuel,
can anyone be such a fool?
They want our corn to make more gas
so everyone can drive too fast.
We'll starve to death but we won't walk
and the politicians only talk.
Don't know how much that I can take,
can't you see I'm on my coffee break?
You know, so I can save some energy-- my energy.
This has been another of my Exploding Dog Poems-- poems written from titles suggested to me by folks like Joe Kelley, a dairy farmer and conservation consultant in Missouri. Got an idea for an Exploding Dog Poem? Give me a title and if I use it you get a link to your blog or website.
Okay, So Maybe It's Not In Focus
Jul 9, 2008 at 09:01PM Green is what I see
and a duck will lead the way
as solders care for children
while the music plays.
Tiny turtles fill the void
as she waits on brown parquet
and a poet guards the way.
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