For Declan
There once was a fellow named D.
he had misunderstood little me.
Though his poems ain't bad
and he is a good lad
so let pax for the two of us be.
So this limerick was writ just to say
that in life it is better to play
than to act like two farts
who would hurl poisoned darts
let me know if it's Aye or Nay.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Sonnet: Immortal Shall Be My Poems
My poems shall live for Eternity!
God inspires me and I perspire;
Writ them all I have for all posterity;
Outcome my poems from my heart with fire.
I’ll say all the good things, I ought to say;
Paint all the bad things, they ought to refrain;
On earth we must live with care any day;
Life is just one chance and doesn’t come again.
Writ are my thoughts for immortality!
God helps say the right things in right ways;
The art in my poems, the world will see;
I’ll serve God thus for the rest of my days.
My poems will stand the test of all time;
I speak of life and values with much rhyme.
poem by John Celes
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Not Every Poem Knows How To Say Its Own Name Properly
NOT EVERY POEM KNOWS HOW TO SAY ITS OWN NAME PROPERLY
Not every poem knows how to say its own name properly-
There are poems that have no name
And poems that are named by others who have not written them-
There are poems whose names make them what they are
And poems whose names contradict and belie them-
Many poems have their first lines as their names
And these poems often are as memorable as one line only-
Great poems and good poems can be nameless
Or can have unforgettable names.
Not every poem knows how to say its own name properly -
Poems are poems are poems
And names are names are names
And sometimes they meet and are one
And live happily ever after-
But there are times when perhaps
They never should have met each other at all.
Poems have their names
And names have their poems
But sometimes they love each other
And truly are one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
Baby do you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know that no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong I seem bad
Well I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Baby sometimes I'm so carefree
with a joy that's hard to hide
Then sometimes again it seems that all I have is worry
And then you bound to see my other side
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
If I seem edgy
I want you to know
That I never meant to take it out on you
Life has its problems
and I have my share
And that's me one thing I never wanna do
Baby
Don't you know I'm human
I have thoughts like any other one?
Oh when sometimes I find myself alone regretting
Some little thing
Some simple thing I've done
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Please don't let me be misunderstood
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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Misunderstood
The ills of all the human race,
The woes of earth that bring disgrace
Would banish, if we only could,
Escape the fiend, Misunderstood.
When Eve and Adam pure and good,
The law divine misunderstood,
A downward course was then begun,
A race that all the earth must run.
The thought is sad, indeed, though true,
That sinners reap in season due,
The fruits of all they sow, and should,
For down in hell they're understood.
The infidels of giant brain,
Would save themselves a deal of pain,
By claiming truth, if such they could,
But they alas! misunderstood.
The wars that devastate the land,
The reason men for wrong will stand,
They have somewhere in seeking good,
The law of right misunderstood.
In harshness do we estimate,
The neighbors oft we underrate,
The scene would change it nature could,
The monster bare, Misunderstood.
The Negro Problem of the times,
Which breeds the most atrocious crimes,
Survives, because in crushing good,
The Golden rule's misunderstood.
The Savior's work on earth was one,
Of building up where sin had run,
He gave to all the highest good,
But passed through life misunderstood.
We long to rest when time is o'er,
In that beyond for evermore,
The habitation of the good,
Above the fiend, Misunderstood.
poem by Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
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Lesson One
A poet named Paul Apicella
while as prickly as Nelson Mandela
has politely declared
that his skill is impaired
though he may be a jolly good fella.
He likes limericks, well so he states
has presented a taste to his mates.
It insulted the ear
and I worry and fear
it's a dinner without any plates.
I shall be your new lim-e-rick teacher
let me warn you, I'm really a preacher.
If you do earn a FAIL
I shall send you an ale;
to the Irish a limerick's a creature.
As you see you have had your first lesson.
Look at poems as delicatessen.
If you force them at all
your own star soon will fall;
You shall meet my dear friends Smith and Wesson.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Silly; Gross: Fart!
Having just exclaimed 'what can I write about? ' I heard a muffled noise,
...followed by a pungent cheesy smell which FEW of your ilk enjoys.
Now farts have gotten a bad reputation....along with burps and belches.
In our society they are THINGS...which a more 'polite' person often squelches.
And I'd say I'm one of the 'more polite'...in my normal daily life; that is except when I'm alone...with my loving, understanding WIFE.
Why even my wife farts on rare occasions.....Don't let her know I've told.
But she generally does it behind a CLOSED door. Unlike me, …she's not so bold.
So 'FART' is what I'll write about tonight, .... stretched out in this chair.
You'll excuse me please if I let one loose...though it MAY foul the air.
Farts come in at least four varieties. I'm sure you all know THAT.
I could break it down to sub-varieties, but I'll KEEP those in my hat.
First there are farts that are quiet and smelly. Not my cup of tea.
At least one should make some noise....so others won't HAVE TO SAY 'not ME'.
Then there are those quiet but NOT smelly; I think women mostly do those.
They give off nothing obnoxious….. to offend your ears or nose.
There are noisy farts that are also smelly. Some would say they're WORST OF ALL.
There are noisy farts that are NOT smelly, ...some like a bugle call.
I've heard of 'farting posts'....used in competitions, ....and
I've heard of using cigarette lighters...to ignite fart emissions.
I've been around dogs that fart and I guess some cows do too.
Probably lots of species fart (now and then) ...not just a FEW.
I believe what's behind all farts...is simply what we.....eat.
If you eat too much or the 'wrong thing'....you MAY be blown....OFF your feet.
Personally that's never happened to me. I'm not lying; ....it's really TRUE.
No 'Captain Ahab' has ever said of me: 'My god! There he blew! '
poem by Bri Edwards
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Cant Stop Messin
Sitting at a stop sign
Lookin for a friend of mine
Waiting to salute the flag
Talkin to some he/she
Slidin over next to me
Man, she said, this life is a drag
Its a shaky situation
Im hangin on my will
And I get no satisfaction
On a hundred dollar bill
But I got what I came for
And Ill do it til I drop
You do what you want to do
I aint never gonna stop
You say you got something that makes you feel good
And you cant stop messin with it
All your life youve been so misunderstood
Cause you cant stop messin with it
Sittin by the seashore
Dreamin bout a little more
Circlin the classifieds
976
Man I need another fix
Ill never have to kiss the bride
Yeah, the city is a war zone
This country gone to hell
And the beer cans in the alley
From the rich folks on the hill
Theyre screamin hallelujah
But I dont give a damn
Cause I got my own religion
Yea, its right here in my hand
Chorus:
You say you got something that makes you feel good
And you cant stop messin with it
All your life youve been so misunderstood
Now you cant stop messin with it
Chorus
You say you got nothin makes you feel like you should
Now you cant stop messin with it
All your life youve been so misunderstood
Now you cant stop messin with it
Chorus
You say you got something that makes you feel good
And you cant stop messin with it
All your life youve been so misunderstood
Now you cant stop messin, cant stop messin
Chorus
You say you got something that makes you feel good
And you cant stop messin with it
All your life youve been so misunderstood
Now you cant stop m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-messin with it
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Don't Leet Me Be Misunderstood
Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see I'm mad
Doncha know that no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong you see some bad
Well I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Ya know sometimes baby I'm so carefree
with a joy that's hard to hide
Then sometimes it seems again that all I have is worry
And then you burn to see my other side
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
If I seem edgy
I want you to know
I never meant to take it out on you
Life has its problems
and I get more than my share
but that's me one thing I never mean to do
Cos I love you
Oh baby
I'm just human
Don't you know I have faults like anyone?
Sometimes I find myself alone regretting
some little fooling thing
some simple thing that I've done
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
I try so hard
So don't let me be misunderstood
song performed by by Nina Simone
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A Rather Smelly Sonnet
I once knew a fellow of popular fame,
Clarence Carruthers was the good man's name,
Intelligent, wealthy, a patron of arts
And producer, at times, of the smelliest farts.
Whether most virtuous or someone who'd sinned
It was best to be absent when Clarence broke wind, -
There was nothing quite like it in heaven or earth
Nor was it, dear jester, a subject of mirth..
Imagine the odour of old rotting fish
That one time had garnished a sumptuos dish
Or the reek of a sewer too foul for a rat,
When Clarence let rip it was far worse than that!
Be thankful, at least, the poor fellow has died.
(Though the stench in the graveyard canNOT be denied!)
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Dream Miracles God Speaks To Soul Mine
I gave God two more poems today
two perfectly harmonic resonating poems
two poems dream mind writ
two poems never to write out
two poems never to public post
the first fruits the best
I vowed to give God
in awaiting dreams I gift
poems to God is gifted best poems
God smiles I watch heaven’s eyes
across cosmos God’s love is given
across created God space prayer given
love gifted given God’s love shines
dream miracles God speaks to soul mine
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sonnet: Unique Are My Poems All
Who knew the kind of stuff, I was made of?
Who thought would flow my numbers, this much fast?
And now, the world around me dare not laugh;
As Indian Sonneteer, my spell is cast.
My other poems too are very good;
Simple, direct, they often have morals;
And write most poems in fast-track, I could;
And most of them will bring many laurels.
I writ my poems for all men to read;
They have the answers, they had been seeking;
And some do happen to be hybrid seed;
And they will find many to their liking.
My poems will help them to live better;
And Doctor John Celes is trend-setter!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Future of Poetry
Poems I thought had good rhythm and Rhyme,
And a moral good at the end of each;
Good Poems I thought should the test of time,
And remained well within the masses’ reach.
Poems I thought had nice music in them,
With apt words placed in right place in each case;
It was a time for Poetry’s Anthem;
Alas, the art is in for a rat-race!
Modern Poetry that is being writ,
From Prose is hard to ever from it sift;
Slang, vulgarities somehow find a place;
’Tis doomsday for poetry at this pace!
Turned has the Wheel of Time almost fully;
’Tis time to draw water with the pulley!
poem by John Celes
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Misunderstood
Trying to be misunderstood
But it doesn't do me any good
love the way they smile at me
and the face for eternity
Now let them all fly off
When it comes down
it all comes down
And you will not be found
When it's over it's all over
Even if you make a sound
I'll be misunderstood
By the beautiful and good in this city
But none of it was planned
Take me by the hand
Just don't try and understand
Trying to be misunderstood
Just a product of my childhood
Still I find myself outside
You can't say I haven't tried
Perhaps I tried too hard
No excuses I won't apologise
Or justify your lies
Come find me tell them to me
Look me in the eyes
I'll be misunderstood
By the beautiful and good in this city
But none of it was planned
Take me by the hand
Just don't try and understand
I can't forgive sorry to say
You don't know you're guilty anyway
Isn't it funny how we don't speak
The language of love?
song performed by by Robbie Williams
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Dont Let Me Be Misunderstood
(1964) gloria caldwell, sol marcus, bennie benjamin
Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see Im mad
Doncha know that no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong you see some bad
Well Im just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord, please dont let me be misunderstood
Ya know sometimes baby Im so carefree
With a joy thats hard to hide
Then sometimes it seems again that all I have is worry
And then you burn to see my other side
But Im just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord, please dont let me be misunderstood
If I seem edgy
I want you to know
I never meant to take it out on you
Life has its problems
And I get more than my share
But thats me one thing I never mean to do
Cos I love you
Oh baby
Im just human
Dont you know I have faults like anyone?
Sometimes I find myself alone regretting
Some little fooling thing
Some simple thing that Ive done
Im just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord, please dont let me be misunderstood
I try so hard
So dont let me be misunderstood
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Pornification
Things are easy to laugh at
When misunderstood.
Easy to laugh at...
Until you see this does no good.
I want to command a life I can understand.
Passing judgement upon others...
Is not a taste I welcome or demand.
And I take my wishes seriously,
No matter who observes...
The kind of man I am!
Things are easy to laugh at
When misunderstood.
Easy to laugh at...
Until you see this does no good.
And throughout neighbors,
There are thugs and others...
Doped up on hope,
As if they 'should'.
And how to make a coping much better.
Far better than it is!
Until the next 'hit' fits the groove.
To make a worthlessness
Accepted and approved!
Things are easy to laugh at
When misunderstood.
Easy to laugh at...
Until you see this does no good.
So 'Pornification' is 'not'
Too far out of the picture?
'And...
It's fornication! '
Then where does that 'F'ing 'F' go?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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New Admiring Fan
read all your writ poems
previously site posted
all your haiku tanka posted
separately will be poems
enjoyed by reader poets
sweet scenic verse poems
poem by Terence George Craddock
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All These Poems Are Not Good Enough
ALL THESE POEMS ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH
All these poems are not good enough-
I am not good enough-
And my life is going to end
Without my having been good enough.
Good Enough? .
Good enough for what?
For whom?
Not Good enough
To be among those who wrote lines
Mankind loves to remember.
Not good enough-
Clearly not good enough.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The History Poems Have Not Been Written
The history poems have not been written
The poems after Milosz
The Wallace Stevens poems will never be written
I can’t come close
I have tried the Blake poems
But of course I am not near them either
I would like to the ironic intellectual poems
I might be able to do them
I could do a kind of surrealistic association mind poem a prose poem
But I don’t like that very much
The poems of Jerusalem have not been good enough
Poems of propaganda are awkward and unacceptable
The small poems that tell of my life
They are for me the chance at real poetry
And I will continue as best I can with them
The American poems I have not yet found the idiom for
I can be epigrammatic in Emerson Thoreau fashion
But not with the hard New England observing eye
Borges poems I love
And the stories of mind and literature
Making the drama of a life of a storyteller
Interest me
But I doubt I could truly do them well
Imitation can only take one so far
And through it one may lose one’s way entirely
I can really do only what I am
Not the Dickinson poems nor the Hopkins poems nor the Wordsworth poems nor the Keats poems nor the Amichai poems nor the poems of many others whose poetry I love
The Biblical poems have been tried
The poems of cosmic and scientific reflection
I could try to improve them
There are too many different kinds of poems to write
And I cannot write almost all of them
This is another poem about poems and poetry
I have written many for a long time now
Perhaps I need to go elsewhere and write in a new way
A way I have not dreamed or even remotely understood possible before.
The poems of the unknown poetry await me
I will go on but I am not sure now I know in which wa
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Ricochet
I stood all the doorways
Shipwrecked by the night
Stardust named my bits
And the myths did not know
Whether it was the bullets or the heart
No staircase no upper floor
I sun burst bruised each step
Said all the poems written long ago
Were they just whispers words fallen apart
Air ate mist
Mist ate my breath
Nowhere could I go
Bounced back by darts
Ricochet
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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On Being Told That There Is No Rhyme For The Word “Limerick”
After I heard Harry’s limerick,
I found that my mind set to simmer. “Rick, ”
I said to myself,
“One might write it itself, ”
But I answered, “You’re chances are slimmer, Rick! ”
So I can’t find a good rhyme for Limerick.
Told myself, “ You are just a beginner, Rick
And though there’s no reason
You can’t write something decent,
I fancy your chances get grimmer, Rick! ”
He said that it might rhyme with turmeric
But I thought, “You’re not that fast a learner, Rick:
Ditch your thoughts wasting time
Finding suitable rhyme;
Let your plans, man, stand on the back burner, Rick.”
But the cogwheels had started to turn a bit
As I guessed I had started to learn a bit
And I might find a line
That rhymes Limerick fine
And might win me a prize, so I earn a bit.
But I thought, “Though there was just a glimmer, Rick.
You will think till you’re needing a zimmer, Rick,
Since the muse isn’t kind,
I am sure you’ll will find
Not a word that will rhyme fine with Limerick.”
poem by C. Richard Miles
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