2013 Nominees

Short Palindromes

By Jon Agee

Well, I, sir, am OK. Owen is ill. Ew.

By John Connett

Eton snores. I've risen. I pee, Sir. I see pines. I revise Ron's note.

Never Debate a Nun
By Martin Clear

Meeting iron words, nuns drown or ignite 'em.

I’ve Had a Few
By Martin Clear

"I regret a halo I've lived under, Al!" blared nude vile viola hater, Geri.

Espresso Rescue
By Lori Wike

"Had a tonic? Cuppa cappuccino, ta-dah!"

Election Dilemma
By Jon Agee

No one to vote "no" on!

Short Palindromes (continued)

By Twoply

New gossip: Murder at luck cult! A red rump is *so* Gwen.

Q: Is any part of the following answer palindromic?
By Steven Fraser


Interrogating Jungle Thief Jane
By Lori Wike

"Stolen a jungle macaw? A camel? Gnu??”
Jane: “Lots!”

Conversation between two brothers
By Twoply

Tim: Dad is senile no longer.
Greg: No loneliness, I'd admit.

Long Palindromes

Sailor Sam Meets Ahab
By Martin Clear

Drab Sam: Ah, a buoy! Bahamas! Now I say "trap 'n' rob, Sam!"
Ahab: Delivery trades a banana. I'm Ahab. Am I not a sleepy-ass dog?
Sam: A ham?
Ahab: No, 'M' as 'B' ... 'A-H-A-B', Sam. On Bahama, ham, as gods say, peels a ton.
I'm a Bahamian: an abased, arty, reviled Bahamas-born party, as I won.
Sam: Ahab, you Bahamas bard!

From the Pulpit
By Richard M.

Dogma is at pews: “Rots! Apostle! Fire! Venom! Rest! Age! Bile!” On tenet: no “Eli begat” sermon ever I felt. So pastors wept, as I am God.

Infuriating Harem Trap
By Martin Clear

"Damned raw red nudes in oil at ogled Omani shahs' parties ... I've now one vise I trap shahs in!" -- a model got a lionised under-warden mad.

Life in a Ponderous Russian Novel
By Carl Lexicon

"Sore, Tolstoi disburses wordy Lena brusk raps. Snort! Celeste nets electrons, sparks urbanely, drowses, rubs idiots' lot: eros."

Louisiana lady recounts unhappy marriage
By Lori Wike

"I--mad, loose NOLA maiden, Madam Amy--wedded a venial live volt, a fat love-villain, evaded dewy mama. Damned, I am alone, so old am I."

Long Palindromes (continued)

European Economics
By Steven Fraser

EU never went so crap. Bust it up, I say. Apt? No, we were holistic. I fed Euro greed, I cede vast capital. A tip: act, save, decide. Ergo, rue “deficit silo” here. We won’t pay! As I put it: subpar cost, new revenue.

Note to Opera Marketing Department
By Lori Wike

"Air ad. Do not upset one solo tenor, prone to lose notes: put on odd aria!"

Outraged Oedipus
By Lori Wike

"Dammit! Olden ma desire? Kill a rival? (Unnatural lit!)
A Rex era, till a rut…annul a viral-like rise?
Damned lot! I'm mad."

Palestinian Conflict
By Richard M.

Wall in a zig, a zag. Viva! Let live? No, it is opposed -- Israel cons U.S. No clear sides, opposition “evil”. Tel Aviv, Gaza, Giza- Nil Law.

Beet lover goes apoplectic
By Carl Lexicon

Tim overemoted: "Osteopaths rob foe of 'Borsht: a Poet's Ode to Mere Vomit'!"

Word Unit Palindromes

The Difference Between My Boss and My Therapist
by Aili Jokela

Doors open to forward maneuvering, past my in box.
“Remember to work,” she says, “Now focus!”

“Focus now,” says she, “Work to remember.”
Box in my past, maneuvering forward to open doors.

For the Washington legislator who claimed bicyclists produce more CO2 than cars
By Lori Wike

"Notice to Public: Exercise taxing respiration? Consuming energy bars?
Legislator bars energy-consuming, respiration-taxing exercise. Public to notice."

Cold Feet at the Altar
By Twoply

Say "I do"? What do I do??! What do I say??!!

By Lori Wike

"Prize-winning Phil photographs pheasant--phenomenal physiology. Phenomenal pheasant photographs Phil, winning prize."

Palindromic Poetry

Raven Nightmares
By Lori Wike

"Rêve? No, no, God!
Raw, none varied.
A bog, deified, devils me, O!
Per one loss--alone.
Depart, new angel!
Poe, pallid, a spar:
Tattarrattat rap!
Sad, ill, a people gnaw, entrap Eden.
O lass! O Lenore!
Poems lived, deified.
'Go,' bade I, 'Raven, onward, O go!'
'No, never!'"

The Damsel Auditions for Opera
By Steven Fraser

- Damsel, do one bare pose.
Mad damsel, do opera− stars a damsel!

- Do one?

- Oh smug damsel, do oodles!

- Mad madam's gigolos are poodles!
Mad as a...

- Damsel, do opera solo.

- Gigs, Madam?

- Damsel, do oodles, mad gumshoe noodles.
Mad as rats are poodles!

- Mad dame's opera be noodles! Mad!

Palindromic Poetry (continued)

By Carl Lexicon

Oh, can sex incite opera's pagandom, ziggurat cares set aside?
Flo, was God agnostic at all, a siren trap?
Eve, partner, is all a tacit song?
A dog's a wolf?
Ed, is a tesseract a rug gizmo?
DNA gaps are poetic nixes?
Nacho, Nadia?

Soap Opera at the Resort and Casino
By Carl Lexicon

Epic eras abuse Midas' 'gift,' Alfred. No peridot to sirs do gnus deliver. No, Enid, gold is nil.
Ram foe or foster a backside. Doctor a tapir.
Live! No, I tan. I videotape; Elsa sees all, Edna, Spandex at all edits! Olympus, sapid I am!
Maid, I pass up my lost ID.
Ella, taxed, naps. And Ella sees, asleep, a toe divination. Evil! Rip a tarot code disk!
Cabarets of roe of marlins I'd log. Dine on reviled sun gods' risotto, dire. Ponder flat figs, a dime sub as a recipe.

Encore Argument
By Steven Fraser
No! No!- Orchestra farts!
Eh?...Croon on! Yes!

Palindromic Poetry (continued)

Deconstructing “Bassoon”
By Steven Fraser

Ha! No 'o's?
Sabotage, lasses!
A 'bass' (A 'b', no 'n': a bass).
A ban on 'b': Ass.
Abase 's's: a legato 'bassoon'!

Japanese Suicide Note
By Carl Lexicon

With gin fits all warps,
Dirt upon a brutal foe, macabre pus...
Osaka--so superb a cameo:
Flat, urban,
O putrid sprawl!
Last if...
I wait....

A poem
By Carl Lexicon

On par, CEO
We rid, loyal
Last fight
I win
("I" symbolic)
I lob my sin
I with gifts allay old ire, woe
Crap, no!

Palindromic Poetry (continued)

From the Diaries of Salvador Dalí
By Lori Wike

No sleepy ado today! Raw, nude, I lit insane pyre, vegans!
Did diary sonnet (torrid!) annoy Arcadian Madonna or genie?
Doctors: no! Meds trap Miró--drat! Bedlam's idyl? Drat!
Sad mood: (cite opera's loops).
Secret subduer foe: divide, rip mustache!
Dorm in diary: a mini dorm intifada? Nada!
Dada dots? Don't sit, radar gal!
Cut eye: cinema dare, poet!
On door: "Beware Macaroni!" (Much ado, gym rats).
No reels used, I video, hot! Wore dud tie.
Café tale rates no spool nor tape.
Facade wows elite Mandela virtuosi, no?
Dare we swarm lift? Oh!
Sign? A sign assumes dogma or--no! Sibyl-drawn, I see, pursue.
Won ace kudos, so I begat rap operas.
Go jog, rest, ice: rare pox is no sin.
O Dalí! Artist acne? Most are liver spots in name.
Let Taco Tom emit tutti motet coda? (His parrot can!)
A fine pose, yes? Oh, cannoli venom must now star.
My gosh, sure we film rot--so to storm life!
We rush so gym rats won't summon evil on nachos!
Eyes open if an actor raps.
I had octet omit tutti.
Memo to cat: Telemann is tops, revile rat's omen, cats!
I trail Adonis on six opera recits. Ergo, jogs are Pop Art.
Age bios so Duke can owe us rupees.
Inwardly, bison roam, God's emus sang, I sang!
I shot film raw!
Sewer Adonis out-rivaled name.
Tiles wowed a café patron.
Loops on set are late! Face it, dude, row to hoe divides us. Leer on star? My god!
Ah, cumin or a camera? We brood.
Note: opera dame? Nice, yet UCLA grad.
Artist nods to Dada: dada nada!
Fit Nimrod in? I may raid Nimrod! (Eh, cats umpired).
I video Freud, buster!
Cesspools are poetic doom: dastardly, dismal debt!
Ardor imparts demons? Rot!
Codeine groan: no damn aid.
A crayon nadir: rotten, nosy raid did snag every pen!
A snit! I lied, unwary.
Ado, today, peels on!

Palindromic Parody of "Twas the Night Before Christmas . ."
By Ray Stein

Was in eve, Noel good.
A la-la fast firewood.

No tie mittens are knit.
E-nog site, no sale snit.

Rats still, it’s no dog stir.
A fate’s not old elf fur.

Of food ate, bib, Ma bow,
Flood urge, late mocha no!

Nix ivy as red node. Son
Nestled, no rec, nada won.

Tenth gin dims even a nap.
Test ego’s sleep on tie cap.

Yaw, ah’s ad wonders done son.
Adapt fig snack - cinnamon.

Bat at nasal air to traps.
Bang on top . . snow deer gaps!

Put I awake, estate’s pal.
Put one tamed, a mate’s gal.

On fire vent, in or afoot,
Oh . . Oh . . Oh no, mired in soot.

Bag one by a log rack sat,
Ball lode, tons a loot, a bat.

Red, robust a big gut was.
Red robe pip, ‘Robo’ Claus!

Unusual cob or pipe border,
Saw Tug, GI, bat, sub order.

Tab a tool, as note doll lab.
Task cargo lay, be no gab.

Too snide, rim on, ho-ho-ho.
Too far on it, never if no.

Lag set, a made mate not up.
Lap set at seek a ‘wait up’.

Spa greed won, spot nog nab.
Spar to trial a Santa tab.

No man Nick cans gift pad ‘A’.
Nose nods red, now dash away!

Pace it, no peels, so get set.
Pan an eve’s midnight net.

Now a Dancer! On Deltsen!
Nose Donder! Say Vixin!

On ah Comet! A leg Rud-o-o-lf!
Wo Bambi! Bet ado! Off!

O’ruffled lot onset afar.
It’s God on, still its star.

Tinsel as one tis gone.
Tinker as net, time it on.

Do owe rifts a fa-la-la.
Do ogle on, even I saw.


Rude Palindromes

World’s Worst Porno
By Martin Clear

Rats! Egad, no bared nude porno parts: a sex elf flexes a strap-on roped under a bondage star.

By John Connett

Straw, Lani, gave lame Fifi (female) vaginal warts!

Paternity Riddle
by Twoply

Ed is at bedside, woos maiden.
Ed rubs Eris, sires burden.
"Ed, I am *so* owed!"
Is debt aside?

Not Just Desserts
By Martin Clear

"Desserts I repaid ... anal pain ... rehab ... a hernia ... plan a diaper!" I stressed.

Consorting With the Enemy
By Martin Clear

Sex alert: in a mask comes a consort, seam not pure, hair astray, roving in ebony, no benign ivory art sari ... ah, erupt on maestros; no case mocks a man it relaxes.

The Kinks
By Richard M

Live on sex if elated… A sedate pet… A 'de Sade' tale fixes no evil.

Urine Analysis
By Twoply

"Ramona, can I pee?"
"Keep in a can, Omar"

By John Connett

Eva, can I stun or rub burro-nuts in a cave?

History Buff
By Carl Lexicon

Ed, I ride Roman enemy ass. As drab royals slay or bards assay men, enamored, I ride.

Modeling Bad Behavior
By Martin Clear
Severe, too legal, I cum in a model. Can a model banger, pregnable, do manacled Omani mucilage-looter Eves?

Honorable Mention

By Martin Clear

"Turn womanish to me!", he began, amid a free beer fad, "I manage behemoths in a mown rut."

Perfidious Composer
By Lori Wike

"Did Rossini stray? Art sin is sordid."

My tragic love life....
By Carl Lexicon

O Otto, he lit a lover I fan (in a fire, volatile, hot too)!