Category: Humor

Born To Nag – A Duodora 

Born To Nag

The endless drone
Of someone who can nag
And nag again more
What pleasure I ask
Is in it for you
Watching me squirm from your verbal attack
Imprisoning me without a leeway

The endless drone
Of incessant k’vetch
I begin to dream
Of another life
Absent from your whine
Where I no longer hear what I’ve done wrong
Because you have been spirited away

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All Rights Reserved

Lisa is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with some Halloween fun.
We are to write a poem, using the Duodora form if we wish, about a human
attribute that is particularly irritating to you.  I particularly cannot bear
nagging in any form.  I liked the idea of writing a Duodora (my first).
The Duodora is:
a quatorzain made up of 2 septets.
syllabic,  4/6/5/5/5/10/10 syllables per line.
rhymed Axxxxxb Axxxxxb L1 is repeated as a refrain that begins
the 2nd stanza. x is unrhymed.

Image by prettysleepy1 from Pixabay 

That’s Charming!

That’s Charming!

She could charm the pants off anyone who would listen
Even went to charm school without paying tuition

In all likelihood she’ll probably find a Charmer
He’ll sweep her off her feet and become her partner

I am the most charming and choice number three
Three times is a charm so it might as well be me

Lucky charm around my neck, charms on a bracelet jingling
Plenty of Southern Charm, ladies never sweat, they’re glistening

Things come in threes and you can live a charmed life
Prince Charming came along, charmed, I am sure, to be his wife

Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Bjorn  is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with
Anapestic Tetrameter.  It means that we have four stressed syllables
on each line (so each line has twelve syllables). It is a form
mastered by Dr. Seuss.
For this exercise I reworked an old poem I had filed under humor
and hope it works.  I'm sure you'll let me know!!
Bjorn also gave us a little free rein with the syllables!

Graphic borrowed from Twitter

Surreal Dream

Surreal Dream

Dressed in white
I walked barefoot
on the surface of the moon
When upon me came
a carriage and horses
in the month of June
The sound of hoofbeats
on gravel evoked a memory
of a long-forgotten tune
and in the distance
I saw the dish running
away with the spoon
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Linda Lee Lyberg of Charmed Chaos
is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and
has prompted unto write something
surreal .

Word Prompts:

Sound - RDP
Carriage - FOWC

Image by Barroa_Artworks from Pixabay 

Never Liked You

Never Liked You

You are big and 
quite beautiful
to look at
The color of your skin
can sometimes
play trickery
Fooling us to what
is inside
Shades of yellow
and sometimes
Dark red
You sound like
you know who you are
but you confuse us
with your name
You look so sweet
and tantalizing
but you are
invariably sour
and can be quite nasty
I am sad to say
that I have
never liked you
and never will
I don’t know why
others find you
so special
You might be a fruit
but you are no grape
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Lisa from Tao Talk is guest hosting
at D'Verse Poets tonight. She has prompted
us to write about food.
Great to have you hosting Lisa!

Poetic Tag “Twas Not, Twas”

Fandango, from This, That and the Other has tagged me in a funny Poetic Tag originated by Rory, A Guy Called Bloke. He started another one of his “Not Just My Verse” poetry blog hops. He wrote the first stanza, then passed it on to Paula of Light Motifs II and she sent it on to Fandango and so on. Below is the poem so far.

It’s “Twas Not Twas!

So here’s how Rory started things off:

I am sure, well pretty sure NO, of course l am sure!
Twas not twas, twas not there before!
And yet, here l am looking upon it with widened eyes …
This thing that twasn’t, and yet now it twas a surprise!

Then Paula followed up with:

When I told my friends what had transpired,
They laughed and said I must be a liar,
For things like THAT surely are not real;
Then it came back and said let’s make a deal.

Then Fandango:

So it wants to make a deal?
Well that does have some appeal.
I asked it, “Whatsit all about?”
And that twas when it started to shout.

Here is my contribution:

Yes, whatsit all about Alfie?
Do you have bats in your belfry?
Was it this or was it that?
I know ‘twasn’t tit for tat

Okay. I’m going to pass the poetic baton to:

Kristian of Tales from the Mind of Kristian

Have fun with it Kristian 🙂

Tropicana – A Lai


A red bandana
brought from Havana
Lou wore 
She was Rosanna
from south Savannah
She swore
They ate bananas
in their pajamas
Singing hosannas
in the cabana
next door
Carlos Santana
Hannah Montana
do more

They shouted out loud
to quieten the crowd
Please cease!
Rosanna allowed
Santana to cloud
her peace
Hannah of course vowed
she would remain proud
At least
Now Lou never cowed
With gun, in he ploughed
Santana in shroud
Carried out unbowed

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Grace was hosting DVerse Poets tonight and
challenged us to write a Lai
The Lai
This form looks to be a very simple form comprising of a
five syllabled couplet followed by a two syllable line.
The number of lines in each stanza is fixed at nine and
the couplets must rhyme with each other, as the two
syllable lines must also rhyme. In English this line is
probably the most difficult part of the poem.
The stanza's rhyme pattern is... a. a. b. a. a. b. a. a. b. 
This is my first attempt at this!

Holy Cow!

I have just completed the 31 days of poetry challenge with OctPoWriMo, which I took very seriously. However I looked at the prompts today and nothing was speaking to me. So to reward myself for being diligent for the past month, I came up with the nonsense below.  It just flowed and the sillier it became the more I liked it!  Please forgive my indulgence.  I’ll be back on track tomorrow!

Holy Cow!

He was roving the countryside
Until he came alongside
A poor cow stuck in a fence
Her leg was caught in the wire
Half her body lying in the mire
Things were looking quite tense

She was mooing so loudly
But held herself together proudly
Her pain was obviously wicked
He tried to help her get loose
Struggling just tightened the noose
Her limb was looking crooked

He was fearing the worst
But there was a cloudburst
It was raining cats and dogs
She started to have a tantrum
So his guitar he began to strum
As he sat down on some logs

The music to her was calming
He could see she was a Brahman
A cow of the highest quality
If he could only free the bovine
Perhaps the owner would offer a goldmine
It was a matter of her dignity

She had slipped lower into the mud
The rain had left quite a flood
But he finally freed the poor cow
As the owner appeared
His reward he feared
Might be less than he had now

A bonanza was not on the cards
Not by many a yard
The cow was ownerless
The man who came
Was just playing a game
It was time to reassess


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He dominated his kingdom
As a true ruler never should
playing dominoes with servants
whenever he could

Although his indomitable skill
Preceded him in the land
His Dominican queen
could never understand

As head of the domicile
She banned it by demand
His passion for a stupid game
So random and unplanned

Her boredom was of the play
That never tested his skills
Just a game of luck she said
You should work on the treasury bill

Pressured by the queen’s wisdom
Which was pure omniscience
He finally let the dominoes fall
Terrified of her malificence

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In response to Linda G Hill’s Stream of Conciousness Saturday – words that include ”dom”

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The coolness of the marble
Soothed her feeling of duress
Waiting patiently for the outcome
She smoothed down her dress

Looking quickly in her compact
She checked her hair
A stray wisp had escaped
Giving her an eclectic flair

The museum was quiet
She gazed at the artwork
Standing in front of the painting
Her face creased to a smirk

She knew he was there
As his presence was felt
Turning she saw him
And her body began to melt

She had left a trail
Knowing he would follow
He had pursued willingly
Finding her at the Picasso

He said her name out loud
By the sound she was awed
He said with authority
“You are under arrest for art fraud”


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