Acrostic-poems for the Patron of the Arts Contest but now just for fun.
I originally created these Acrostic poems for a HUBPAGES Contest
And though I know the contest is long over, I still wanted to share the humor of the poems with everyone. So I added more, made some changes and played around. So read on, chuckle if you like or just enjoy.
Hopes and dreams of fortune and fame
Umpires (Judges) reading, must be a drain
Building of lines, straining our brain
Pumping our muses, going insane
Aggravating errors, rhymes that are lame
Getting the thought, losing the game
Encouraging our followers on another plane
Seeking ideas, winning the game
Whew, that was a toughie. I was really trying to build encouragement and still stay humorous. Maybe I should try again....
Let's try kitty cats--one of my favorite subjects
Keeping you warm and toasty at night
Into everything even if you don't want them there
Tipping your drinks onto your computer
Tipping their heads and looking at you with those sad eyes when they want pets
Yowling at each other when they are play fighting
Curling up next to you and purring and purring and purring
Adding a sense of companionship to the home
Taking over and ruling the rooste
Hmmm, wonder if this one is about winning, LOL. It certainly isn't an Acrostic poem, though.
Let's try this one on for size..
Winning, I would really like to win the prize
Winning, then maybe I could get better traffic
Winning, or I could get noticed a bit for my talent
Winning, I could give everyone a rousing ovation
Winning, or settle back and enjoy the fame
Winning, I might get famous, well, maybe not right away
Winning, maybe I could gain a following that would rival the best
Winning, maybe I could, oh just stop your rambling
Winning, I might just as well get to the back of the pack
Winning, those who write with me are far better than I
Winning, and their work is superior, informative, and full
Winning, while mine is just starting out and is still
Winning, a bit empty of excitement and wit
Winning, I guess in the back of the pack I will sit
Winning, at least for now, but I'm working on it
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Okay, simply let me have the fish!
Let's ease back a bit and try something simple
Soaring high in the wind
In circles, swirls and spins
Moving the clouds like a huge hand
Piling them up like a pile of sand
Lifting now to high to see
Easily gliding back to me
I just wanted to play a bit with some poems and maybe give everyone a bit of a smile. I like to write poems, but most of mine usually have a sad storyline. I didn't want to make this one sad so I will end here before I really start the engine running so to speak. Feel free to add your own poems to the comments section if you would like.
© 2011 Cheryl Simonds
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