I love you more than words can say –
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©2021 Chelsea Owens
You can write a love poem to caption a greeting card, too, for this month’s A Mused Poetry Contest.
A Hallmark Love Poem
Tag Funny Poem
More Ranting, in poem form
C’mon, guys! Get angry and enter the A Mused Poetry Contest by this Friday. I promise that it’s fun!!
Assphorisms
Roses are red, ’cause they’re all full of thorns
That pricked you and caused you to bleed.
Violets are blue ’cause they’re feelin’ fed up
With being around all the weeds.
The bluebird of happiness doesn’t exist,
‘Cause Fate shot it, and served it with rice.
‘Fact, the only bird he and Karma will give
Is the one that isn’t so nice.
Think positive. Right; like my thoughts are the why
For pandemics; bankruptcies; death.
Moments that might take our breath all away
Are mostly just taking our breath.
The one thing I’ve got, right down to an art
Is lack of an income; cash flow.
Money can’t buy up my happiness, see,
So my mood ought to perk up tenfold.
My momma said there would be days like today
But not any days like the rest.
She couldn’t have known ’bout the last ten twenty forty years
When she said I should give it my best.
In conclusion, I’ve seen that the problem is all
The people we’ve voted to lead.
It might also be my life consequences
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Nope. It’s th’ gov’ment, indeed.
©2021 Chel Owens
A Bad Luck Day (Poem)
I dropped my keys
When I just sneezed
Then tripped on Cat
And lost my hat
Which really sucked
‘Cause now I’m bald
I walked to work
Sweat in my shirt
I got there late
To a locked gate
And realized, quick
I was deep in trouble
Locked out here
And, also there
Without a spare
Without house keys
From when I sneezed
Without my cat
Without my hat
The day still sucked
I still was bald
I couldn’t work
Removed my shirt
I’d been too late
They’d closed the gate
I wasn’t quick
Was in deep trouble
Digging here
Searching there
I found the spare
And went inside to see it was a Sunday.
©2020 Chel Owens
You can enter a silly poem, too, for this week’s A Mused Poetry Contest. The theme is bad luck!
Gold Digger’s Poem (Diamante)
Boobs
Blonde, Fake
Wink, Smile, Bend-and-snap
High heels, Hemline, Scooped neck, Acrylics with blood-red colors but the left thumb has a little, tiny, adorable ladybug
Wave, Clean you out, Sashay
Hot, Ephemeral
Butt
I’m not sure what I did there, but there’s still time to contribute your own diamante poem for this week’s A Mused Poetry contest!!
©2020 Chel Owens
Two Poems for the Proud
Young Simon put everyone down
With insults and pointings and frowns.
Himself, he adored –
For a date, he implored;
Yet, ev’ry girl turned that jerk down.
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“Look at me,” cried the balancing girl
As, on rooftop, she walked with arms whirled.
Despite your assumption,
Her balance resumption-ed,
And she, once on ground, died by squirrel.
©2020 Chel Owens
Like what you read? Wanna write one, too? Go ahead, then submit it for this week’s A Mused Poetry Contest!! The deadline is tomorrow morning.
Chel Owens 