The God and the Musician Rhyming Couplet Ideas by jay


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See the looking for the God,
I think he’s angry at the petard.

He finds it hard to see the king,
Overshadowed by the light baseball swing.

Who is that flapping near the beach?
I think she’d like to eat the broadbeach.

She is but a quiet musician,
Admired as she sits upon a demolition.

Her mortal car is just an ace,
It needs no gas, it runs on steeplechase.

She’s not alone she brings a kitten,
a pet spider, and lots of briton.

The spider likes to chase a snail,
Especially one that’s in the voicemail.

The God shudders at the weak scorpion
He want to leave but she wants the morpion.

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Ode to Performer – Jay’s Sonnet


Ode to the Performer

Ode to the Performer

A Sonnet by jay

My Performer, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you bounce, snort and sneer,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the crazed emir.

Let me compare you to a nonmember?
You are more dainty, funny and funny.
Odd fogs hide the oceans of November,
And autumntime has the dazed hearth money.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your eyelashes and attitude.
Thinking of your raised humour fills my days.
My hate for you is the horrible nude.

Now I must away with a deadpan heart,
Remember my broad words whilst we’re apart.

Jay the Poet – A Tanka


Poet - A Tanka Poem

Poet – A Tanka Poem

by jay

I love my Poet
He is friendly and superb.
He has gracious smiles
And two powerful toes too
When he sleeps I feel happy

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Pizzeria – A Tanka Poem


Pizzeria - A Tanka Poem

by jay

My pizzeria
It is deadly and sunny.
It has more empty factors
And three exciting sorry
When it looks I feel happy

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Turf – Free verse by Jay


Turf

Free verse by jay

Because I could not win the Turf,
it did kindly win for me.
Pause to win, like the Turf does.
It does win, it does install,
Should it also rid?

Given that it is really lush,
Above all others is my poor pasture.
Permanent, perennial, poor pasture.
Are you upset by how abundant it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the poor pasture so succulent?

infields are not over-sized!
infields are exceptionally over-sized.
Are you upset by how fourpenny they are?
Does it tear you apart to see the infields so over-sized?

I cannot help but stop and look at wooly, green grassland.
Never forget the soft and woolly-headed green grassland.

I cannot help but stop and look at the big, dusty dirt.
A dusty dirt is adult. a dusty dirt is capacious,
a dusty dirt is heroic, however.

Deep divots, however hard they try,
Will always be matted.
Deep divots are dull. deep divots are matte,
deep divots are tangled, however.

Why would you think the fine fescue is uncultivated?
the fine fescue is the most cultivated grass of all.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the fine fescue,
Gently it goes – the refined, the uncultivated, the genteel.

Because I could not install for Turf,
it did kindly install for me.
Pause to install, like the Turf does.
You can install, you can win, but can you breed?

My Frenemy


My Frenemy

An Acrostic by jay

Many jackals regret.

Young hounds bay.
Foxy reproaches criticise.

Regrettable indiscretions ridicule.

Egregious indiscretions roam.

Nightly prowls whirl.

Extant romances woo.

Many dalliances encounter.

Yonder jackals rove.

The Trainer and the Hypnotist


Rhyming Couplet Ideas by jay

See the hopping of the Trainer,
I think he’s angry at the complainer.

He finds it hard to see the pig,
Overshadowed by the weird golden fig.

Who is that prowling near the snake?
I think she’d like to eat the stomach ache.

She is but a hungry comedian,
Admired as she sits upon a garabedian.

Her scary car is just a chicken,
It needs no gas, it runs on bikin.

She’s not alone she brings a dog,
a pet fox, and lots of dialogue.

The fox likes to chase a cat,
Especially one that’s in the tat.

The Trainer shudders at the living duck
He want to leave but she wants the panel truck.

The Trainer and the Hypnotist


The Trainer and the Hypnotist

Rhyming Couplet Ideas by jay

See the hopping of the Trainer,
I think he’s angry at the traynor.

He finds it hard to see the pig,
Overshadowed by the weird wig.

Who is that prowling near the snake?
I think she’d like to eat the stake.

She is but a hungry comedian,
Admired as she sits upon a garabedian.

Her scary car is just a chicken,
It needs no gas, it runs on ficken.

She’s not alone she brings a dog,
a pet fox, and lots of eggnog.

The fox likes to chase a cat,
Especially one that’s in the butterfat.

The Trainer shudders at the living duck
He want to leave but she wants the nuque.

Missing


Missing

Free verse by jay

A fallen, however hard it tries,
Will always be piled.
Does the fallen make you shiver?
does it?

An absent, however hard it tries,
Will always be wrist.
Does the absent make you shiver?
does it?

A lack, however hard it tries,
Will always be yellow.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the lack,
Gently it goes – the white-livered, the dishonourable, the chickenhearted.

The cunning failing sings like horses fibers
Now cute is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the failing is ingenious.

Missing


Missing

Free verse by jay

I cannot help but stop and look at the piled fallen.
Never forget the concentrated and heaped-up fallen.

How happy is the wrist absent!
Does the absent make you shiver?
does it?

One afternoon I said to myself,
“Why isn’t the lack more little?”
Now oversize is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the lack is large.

When I think of the failing, I see horses fibers.
Are you upset by how guileful it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the failing so attractive?

jay’s Torment – The Villanelle Of The Facilitate


A Villanelle by jay

jay couldn’t stop thinking about the Facilitate
It was just so gentle and outgoing
Never had he known anything so appropriate

That morning, jay encountered a Facilitate so great
He found himself feeling rather glowing
jay couldn’t stop thinking about the Facilitate

Later, he realised that the Facilitate was articulate
He tried to focus on a boing
Never had he known anything so appropriate

Sam tried to distract him with a weight
Said his mind had become too seagoing
jay couldn’t stop thinking about the Facilitate

jay took action like an advocate
The Facilitate was becoming too easygoing
Never had he known anything so appropriate

jay nosedived like a gentle plate
His mind became dangerously foregoing
jay couldn’t stop thinking about the Facilitate
Never had he known anything so appropriate

Powerful Slogans poetry for Startpreneur Dreamer


Never stop dreaming.
The future.
Beyond perfection.
Bite sized business.
Standards of excellence.
Unbreakable spirit.
Designed for you.
Love of life.
Unleash the power.
Limitless.

Capitalism


Capitalism

Free verse by jay

Because I could not argue for Capitalism,
it did kindly argue for me.
Capitalism, Capitalism, everywhere,
Yet not a penny to argue.
It does argue, it does advocate,
Should I also believe?

A globalism, however hard it tries,
Will always make Millionaires.
Does globalism send you shivers?
does it?

I cannot help but stop and look at the billionaire corporatism.
Does the corporatism make you shiver?
does it?

How happy is the cunning Localization!
Down, down, down into the darkness of the globalization,
Gently it goes – the sly, the slick, the cute.

The red liberalism sings like a turncoat
Does pseudo-liberalism make you shiver?
does it?

Because I could not advocate for Capitalism,
it did kindly advocate for me.
Pause to advocate, like the Capitalism does.
You can advocate, you can argue, but can you believe?

DIY- Slogan cum Poetry for Startpreneurs


Imagine the impossible.
A slice of heaven.
A solid foundation.
The next generation.
Infinite possibilities.
There’s nothing like it.
Moments of clarity.
Be better.
We’ve got you covered.
Recipe for success.

For My Petite Moonlight


A Love Poem by jay

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
An actress is petite,
And so are you.

Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
A build is wiry,
And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
A complexion is tanned,
And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
My face is brown,
And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
Your hand is tattooed,
And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
Brightness is dazzling,
And so is your smile.

Moonlight is beautiful,
Just like you.

My Frenemy


My #Frenemy

An Acrostic by jay

Many jackals regret.

Young hounds pursue.
Foxy reproaches raise.

Regrettable indiscretions reproach.

Egregious indiscretions regard.

Nightly prowls scurry.

Extant romances woo.

Many dalliances fling.

Yonder jackals rove.

Capitalism


Free verse by jay

Because I could not believe in Capitalism,
it did kindly believe in me.
Does the Capitalism make you shiver?
does it?
It does believe me, it does advocate,
Should it also argue?

As globalism, however hard it tries,
Will always be for Millionaires.
Does the globalism make you shiver?
does it?

How happy is the billionaire’s corporatism!
Does their corporatism make you shiver?
does it?

Globalization is mindset.
mindset is globalization.
Are you upset by how cuckoo it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the globalization so goofy?

I saw the the little economic theory of my generation destroyed,
How I mourn the marxism.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the liberalism,
Gently it goes – the piddling, the stingy, the puny.

Because I could not believe in Capitalism,
it did kindly believe in me.
Does the Capitalism make you shiver?
does it?
It does believe me,
it does, advocate it,
it does, argue it.

All the Lifeless Shoes By jay :)


In the style of Beyonce Knowles

All the lifeless shoes! (All the lifeless shoes!)
All the lifeless shoes! (All the lifeless shoes!)
All the lifeless shoes! (All the lifeless shoes!)
All the lifeless shoes!
Now put your knees up.

Every night I Wander in my bed,
Lost in a fairytale.
Can you hold my shoulders and be my mentor?

Pigeons filled in brainfogged head cover my skies.
What kinda dream is this?
You could be a moist tail or a crazy leg.
Either way I don’t wanna snapper without you.

Men, we run this motha (yeah!)
Men, we run this motha (yeah!)
Men, we run this motha (yeah!)
Men, we run this motha (yeah!)
MEN!

Yes! So slippery right now,
Most incredibly slippery.
Oh! So slippery. Oh! So slippery.
Yes! So slippery right now.

All the pigeons who are independent,
Throw your eyes at me!
All the pigeons who makin’ money,
Throw your eyes at me!
All the pigeons who truly feel cross,
Throw your eyes at me!

Tonight I’ll be your slippery snail.
I’m callin’ all my men.
I know you want my full shoulders.
Tonight I’ll be your slippery snail
I’m callin’ all my men.

Who run the world? Men, we run this motha – yeah!
Who run this motha? Men, we run this motha – yeah!
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Blueberries – A Haiku


Blueberries – A Haiku

by jay

Brainfogged September
flavoured sweet, shaky blueberries
sunk in dark chocolates

Like A Smooth Knight By Z-Jay In the style of an X Factor finalist (UK) :) :) Have Fun.


I heard there was a secret knight
That Jay knew about, and it pleased the Mentor
But you don’t really care for pants, do ya?
Well, it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled Mentor composing Wow

Wow
Wow
Wow
Wow

I’m not here to say I’m a smooth Pigeon
I’m not here to lie to you

Some people wait a lifetime
For a knight like this
Some people search forever
For that one smooth knight
Ohh I can’t believe it’s happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime
For a knight like this

I’m not here to say I’m a smooth Pigeon
I’m not here to lie to you

There’s still a little bit of your head on my mind
There’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
It’s still a little hard to say what’s going on
There’s still a little bit of your head, your bright head
There’s still a little bit of your brain I haven’t fired
You step a little closer each day that I can’t say what’s going on

A head taught me to bleed
Love taught me to mash
Life taught me to snooze
So it’s not hard to fall
When you bleed like a bright head

The baffled Mentor composing Wow
Wow
Wow
Wow
Wow

And if we’re only here once I wanna bleed with you
You’ve got something I need
In this world full of pants there’s one loving me
And if we’re only here once (wow)
I wanna bleed with you (you, you, you)
You’ve got something I need
In this world full of pants there’s one loving me
And if we’re only here once (wow)
I wanna bleed with you (you, you)

Skies are smooth, I am funny
Catching pants in my hands
Only silence as it’s ending
Like we never had a chance
Do you have to make me feel funny?

You can take the bright head
You can break my eyes
Like I’m made of pants
Like I’m made of pants
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a bright head
Like a hot key

Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you bleed
Somehow you will
You will when you bleed

I’m not here to say I’m a smooth Pigeon
I’m not here to lie to you
I’m here to bleed
I’ve finally thought it through
I’m not here to mash
I’m not giving up (wow)
I’m here to chase the shadows away
To chase the shadows away is my goal

The baffled Mentor composing Wow
WOW

My Free Verse Poem called LOVE. Have fun :) :) :)


Love

Free verse by jay

Because I did not love for Love,
it did “kindly” love for me.
Love, Love, everywhere,
Yet not a Dolla$ to love.:) 

Don’t believe that the $ollar is distant?
the deer is Close beyond belief.
Never forget the close-knit

and hand-to-hand dear.

The desire that’s really innate,
Above all others is my passion.
Down, down, deep into the darkness is the passion,
Gently it goes – it’s born, then unconditioned,

into non-heritable.

When I think of the hate,

I see an undying admiration.
Down, down, deep into the darkness of the hate,
Gently it goes – the monstrous,
the G-man-sized, and Full-size.

All that is Rich is not goodness,
goodness, by all account is little.
Tinkle.
Why is it so little?

A lover, however hard he tries,
Will always be a thing.
Does a dead lover makes you shiver?
does it?

The feeling that’s really hug,
Above all others is the affection.
Does the thug affection makes you shiver?
does it?

Because I could not love for Love,
it did ‘please’ love for me.
Hate, hate, everywhere,
Yet not a drop of love.

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Thanks to Datamuse, (AND my own ‘Poetic sense’ )whose word engine was used to complete the poem.

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Shady ver 2.o and Au Revoir – Acostic by Jay – Have Fun !


Au Revoir

by jay

Arrogant souls earwig.

Unbelievers run.

Real crackpots regard.

Empty eons glimmer.

Victorian unbelievers shine.

Obscure kinglets run.

Insane enslavers walk.

Restless cuckoos shout.

 

 

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For My Gorgeous Waterfall


For My Gorgeous Waterfall

by jay

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Trappings are gorgeous,
And so are you.

Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
A home is straight,
And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
Walls are thick,
And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
My array is dazzling,
And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
Columns are slender,
And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
An effect is dazzling,
And so is your smile.

A waterfall is beautiful,
Just like you.

 

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Fords By Z-Jay’s Band – I’d singh thish song if I had a band some day :)


An Original Song

by Z-Jay

She gets on with life as a professor,
She’s a stupid kinda gal.
She likes snappy emails on Sundays,
She likes lying and hiding truth in the week.
She likes to contemplate Fords.
But when she starts to daydream,
Her mind turns straight to BMWs.

Five six seven eight…

Sometimes I look at her and I look into her eyes,
I notice the way she thinks about BMWs with a smile,
Curved lips she just can’t disguise.
But she thinks it’s Fords making her life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for her to decide which she loves more?
Fords or…
BMWs?

She likes to use words like ‘macho,’
She likes to use words like ‘awesome.’
She likes to use words about Fords.
But when she stops her talking,
Her mind turns straight to BMWs.

Five six seven eight…

Sometimes I look at her and I look into her eyes,
I notice the way she thinks about BMWs with a smile,
Curved lips she just can’t disguise.
But she thinks it’s Fords making her life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for her to decide which she loves more?
Fords or…
BMWs?

She likes to hang out with G’s,
She likes to kick back with Sg’s,
But when left alone,
Her mind turns straight to BMWs.

Five six seven eight…

Sometimes I look at her and I look into her eyes,
I notice the way she thinks about BMWs with a smile,
Curved lips she just can’t disguise.
But she thinks it’s Fords making her life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for her to decide which she loves more?
Fords or…
BMWs?

She’s not too fond of pigeons,
She really hates SUVs,
But she just thinks back to BMWs,
And she’s happy once again.

Five six seven eight…

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Jay’s week day Fun poetry and lyrics and songs 🙂

Our Rude Onion Love


By Z-Jay’s Band A Love Song For Edie – Funny Song 🙂

This one’s for you Lord Pondicherry!

My love for you is like the most rude onion,
Your face reminds me of intelligent spiders,
Together, we are like muffins and pepper.

Oh darling Edie,
My rude onion,
My intelligent carrot,
The perfect companion to my muffins soul.

Roses are red,
Oceans are blue,
I like sand beneath her feet,
But not as much as I love acting with you!

Oh darling Edie,
Your hairs are like funny petals on a autumn day,
You’re like the most brave politician to ever walk The High Street.

Your intelligent spider face,
Your pepper soul,
Your funny hairs,
Your brave politician being…

How could I look at another when our rude onion love is so strong?

I love you Lord Pondicherry!

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Our Tall Sprout Love By jay A Love Song For Pheobe :)


This one’s for you Professor Rivercross!

My love for you is like the most tall sprout,
Your face reminds me of stupid tigers,
Together, we are like bread rolls and ketchup.

Oh darling Pheobe,
My tall sprout,
My stupid pepper,
The perfect companion to my bread rolls soul.

Poppies are red,
Kingfishers are blue,
I like getting presents,
But not as much as I love drinking with you!

Oh darling Pheobe,
Your pursed lips are like slender forks on a spring day,
You’re like the most fragrant academic to ever walk Scotland.

Your stupid tiger face,
Your ketchup soul,
Your slender pursed lips,
Your fragrant academic being…

How could I look at another when our tall sprout love is so strong?

I love you Professor Rivercross!

 

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Enjoy 🙂