Best Swiss Poems
Limerick: Once Miss Swiss wanted to make cake with cheese
Once Miss Swiss wanted to make cake with cheese
So she bought a cow, a dog and some geese.
The dog ate the gander
Geese laid no eggs for her,
So she locked the cow up in the deep freeze.
She called up her cousin in the French Alps
Through melodious yodeling yelps.
French cousine long in bed
Kept boiling her own blood,
So she blew the long mountain horn for help(s).
Her cousine germaine, a stout dairy maid
Answered her urgent melodic raid:
“Put the dog in manger,
Let cow sup in anger!”
Eh presto! Milk turned to holed-cheese sans aid!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
He gave long sermons
and spoke to the
congregation
in measured tones
Gone now these many
years
His memory lives on
in the heart of the congregation
Some reviled him
but he persisted
with his writings, with his
teachings
A blessing for his memory
should be spoken
by those who have survived
Rabbi Harold Swiss
the tyrant has left
with the Swiss System of theft
billions of theirs left
Swiss Bank get away
stealing it the legal way
a clean den of thieves
is'nt there a law
or should'nt there be one made
to make the Swiss pay
Heart of Swiss
I try to be thankful for each blessing in life
I found my soul mate, though late, a dad for my boys
Life comes with no guarantees
This fact brought me down to my knees
Now he and our daughter wait for me on the other side
Experiencing an otherworldly ride
My youngest has graduated ready to test the world
Seeking out his own unique life
I want to celebrate, yet can’t, too sad
May he never now real strife
I want for my son happiness and prosperity
May it be what it will be
My heart is mending constantly
For each tear I shed is akin to a melon baller carving holes in my heart
I do hold tight to hope that I may meet a new best friend and
My boys will thrive
Still my heart feels like swiss cheese
Sunshine Williams
Chocolate is all that she wishes
She adores all that Swiss is
I brought her a box
But she quick changed the locks
Guess I’ll go sleep with the Mrs.
Swiss secret bank accounts exposed
The Swiss banks are ordered to show the dirty deeds
of the tory polititian with their hoards of dollar greed,
in this coming age of honesty all will be surveyed,
and the dollars in the kickbacks, all to be displayed,
and the greedy shake in terror of the evil honesty,
as all the swiss of numbers expose their gallantree...
Don Johnson
great mission really
the graft and corruption needs exposing to keep people honest in this very case
Mountains of my life
never forgotten.
Rivers of my veins
flowing through my memories.
Green Swiss valleys,
far from my sight,
but always close to my heart.
My Alps where I was born,
bring to me the fresh air
to breath again.
I remember those summer days,
with my feet
into the shore waters
of the Rhine river,
or the long walks across
the charming countryside.
Oh, bohemian Basel...!
my birthplace.
Oh, my lovely Switzerland...!
you will always be my first steps,
my unforgettable dream,
a treasure in my mind...!
You are something to behold as I hold you in my hand.
Made of quality gold, you come from Switzerland.
With a value of twenty francs, you are quite in demand.
To have you, I give thanks. That's something anyone can understand.
With mountains in the back, I admire your hair in braids.
Beauty is something you don't lack. You are fair among maids.
Give you up? I hope never. You have my undying affection.
I will keep you forever in my coin collection.
People who collect marbles also
collect like terms. These people
may collect unemployment in
Florida as well.
Trailing starboard they collect flotsam
stored in their pockets, as they
converse and philosophize with
living plastic flamingos.
People who collect English dining
ware also collect dust. Their collective
unconscious has forgotten paradise.
They have all left Eden to watch the
antique roadshow in Minneapolis.
People who collect Swiss watches
also collect minutes and seconds.
Their angels crawl like oysters in perpetual
motion collecting seed pearls of prayer.
nathan martin 2009
Everybody has heard the old cliché.
It stubbornly persists right up to today.
It is said all that glitters is gold.
This is a lovely little piece to hold.
A girl with braided hair is what I have found.
There are some very tall mountains in the background.
A value of twenty francs has been placed on this.
I have in my hand a lovely “Swiss Miss“.
Since the recent market price of gold’s escalation,
you are worthy of a much higher valuation.
This special place of Wilderswil
a little village in vicinity of Interlaken
there in Switzerland's Bernese Oberland
one just needs to stop and simply stand
From my holidays there in the early 90s
this was just beautiful, a sheer Swiss delight
so much to enjoy here among its heights
especially when the sun was so bright
The grandeur of the mountains around
there Jungfraujoch and Schilthorn so stands
superlatives they are so very glorious
creatively made by no human hand
This little village sits between two lakes
lakes Thun and Brienz are ideal sailing trips
so to reach lovely hillside walks
where the scenery catches you in its grip
The railway is always so spot on
never late to wherever your destination
so Wilderswil, I just love you so
hope to see you again on another occasion
It was over twenty years ago
on holiday in lovely Switzerland
living at Vevey along Lake Lemon
one day sailed into the city so grand
Sailing into the majestic Geneva
the mighty water fountain confronts you
a prelude to the magnificence supreme
indeed a Swiss crown one so few
A visit was made to the wall
the great reformation mark so grand
there stand Farel, Calvin, Beza and Knox
men of godliness to righteous stand
This visit made my day so great
to stand next to heroes in stone
who once stood true for God
now with them stand alone
(My favourite city is in Switzerland, Geneva no less! )
Once upon
A clock
Behold
Midnight special
Centerpiece
Right in the square
Beware
A Thief struck during the night
The clock had been stolen, but out of sight
The wonder became who and how
The citizens thought oh wow
Everyone was horrified
Some were even petrified
The clock was the attention of the town
Distance far enabled from surrounding communities
Swiss time town was about unity
The clock made Swiss Time Town famous
Acknowledgement
The question that came up was why was the clock stolen?
The clock had value in the hearts of the people, and meant everything to the town’s people
The Thief saw fortune
The long hand made the short hand into a theory
But it was still a mystery
Search after search
No find
The Thief was certainly not kind
Without a visual clock, what will happen to Swiss Time Town?
Moments are ticking, but no sound
The clock is nowhere to be found
The town got together and started connecting to each other in song and inspiring themselves
Until the clock is found being a if and when
What will the town people do until then?
It’s not a time to be discouraged, but embrace one another
Suddenly without warning, the clock appeared back at center in the square as if the thief had a heart or the singing touched the soul of thief
Swiss Time Town relief
Tick tock
The sound of time
Hope came alive
Strive
How about that?
Centerpiece of tranquil
Acceleration will
Happily ever after
Until
Time in, but didn’t die out
I think: Does she know
Dressed in yellow…She looks
Like a piece of cheese?
The pretty Swiss hamlet was alive with people this morning.
It was the first trade fair of the spring and there was a children’s parade.
This hamlet was bursting with people dressed in native costumes.
No one was wearing a mask, and everyone seemed to have a joyful smile.
Is this a magical place? I wondered, sure that it must be.
I stripped off my hated mask and began to dance to the music.
I could not stop laughing when a man ran up to me and swung me around.
No one noticed I was insane with happiness, enjoying a marvelous balmy day.