Though not in his nature to beg
He would flip for a sip from the keg
Of the rum or the brandy
That dangles so handy
His lips near the tips of the peg
Bernard has been begging
Bernard has been begging Lord God ‘Please’
For life of buffeting unease
Bernard’s lung’s finest sound an odd where,
He’d been trying all his life to ease:
Lots of menthol that should make him sneeze
And all over again taste sweet breeze…
Bernard has been dispatching his please,
God asking where he might him appease;
During Winter seeming he would freeze
Often no better than frozen cheese;
The countenance of White smeared with Grease
From head to toe captive for release…
Bernard plans not to stop Hoped-On Please
Not when one’s captor is Smiting Disease…
George Bernard Shaw,
A critic with a vein of comedy and language, quite raw;
He wrote in a movable shack, he liked photography now and then,
Ladies man, died at 94, cremated and planted in his garden.
MEET BERNARD ASUNCION
Benevolent
Expressive
Radiant
Noble
Aspiring
Responsible
Dedicated
Astounding
Superb
Undaunted
Noteworthy
Committed
Impressive
Open
Neighborly
Tribute by Curtis Moorman - 15 November 2019
George Bernard Shaw,
A critic with a vein for comedy and language quite raw;
He wrote in a movable shack and liked photography now and then,
A ladies man who died at 94, cremated and planted in his garden.
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September 28, 2019 (edit)
Poetry/Clerihew/George Bernard Shaw
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1184-501-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the FFI Blog Series 12, Clerihew
Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
His full name was Bern Bernard
He was an imposing bodyguard
From a few scuffles he was scarred
But nothing serious in that regard
Walking down the boulevard
Showing off his business card
He also moonlighted as a lifeguard
You’d be safe in the pool or yard
You couldn’t help but love Bernard
He was the most proficient bodyguard
Any fear he could effortlessly discard
Have any troublemakers easily disbarred
AP: 2nd place 2020
My little Chihuahua is such a guard
couldn't keep him barred on our side of the yard
troublesome and never shy
yaps at every passerby
Ah, chihuahua! Why? My little Bernard.
Since he keeps escaping, contrived a plan,
reluctant, under his harness I ran
horizontal a wood spoon
A distraught whirling typhoon
trying to get through the fence to the man
5/15/2017
daddy, you’re not my daddy.
just a strange man with similar features.
you play make believe every winter,
sometimes the spring.
i thought it was a fun game of dress-up,
until i learned the difference between imagination and reality.
you find the blonde hair, pale-faced mask you bought in 1987
in a box that’s hidden in the back of your closet.
it’s covered in dust and labeled,
“Unimportant Winter/Spring Stuff.”
you call me your baby girl —
stop by in your ’85 dodge pick-up —
make me call you daddy.
but daddy, you’re not my daddy.
and you didn’t want me to call you daddy
when i was a year old, in 1988.
you left the house with two over-stuffed duffle bags —
one filled with clothes, the other with booze.
you jumped in your ’85 dodge pick-up with a
fat woman named kim —
an ugly b*tch with sh*t-colored hair.
that’s the day you saw the ugly in me,
yet saw beauty in her while flying down muddy creek road doing 70.
George Bernard Shaw,
A critic with a vein of comedy and language, quite raw;
He wrote in a movable shack, he liked photography now and then,
Ladies man, died at 94, cremated and planted in his garden.
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May 27, 2015
Poetry/Clerihew/George Bernard Shaw
Copyright Protected, ID 05-677-690-27
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Cleri-who?,
sponsor, Kim Merryman, Judged 2015
8th Place
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Kenneth Bernard Jordan
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: November/2014
Someday
I'll
fly away
to
this unknown
place
High
above the
clouds
I'll
cross a bridge
between
the
Stars
Somewhere
over
the Rainbow -
Tuff and tender hearted
Realistic
Idealistic
Caring
Incredible
Alive
Bashful
Eloquent
Resourceful
Naughty
Above faithful
Responsive
Dissatisfied
Tricia Bernard
10/8/2014
I am a BRAIN CANCER/ BRAIN SURGERY savior I only know what is left is what you get of me and it tis not much. With this I impart a little more knowledge. I still have cancer it has not grown any more but I have it ck. every 6 mos. so I will have my next check up in March Yah for me!
Back foot Irishman
Who remembers his
tripe
Major Barbara
Androcles and the
lion
are we all asleep !
Just a man of his
time
like a five minute
pop star
friend of nancy boy
Bosie Douglas
bringing the poor
main man Oscar Wilde
down
Better self love
than grovelling in
the dirt
how can any real man
or woman dislike
Shakespeare
a friend of Michael
IRA Collins
all there a
collection of back
foot Irishmen
The Irish sadly will
never be free
trapped in their own
Sunni and Shi-ite
sh**
Back foot Irishman
who remembers his tripe
Major Barbara n Androcles and the lion
are we all asleep !
Just a man of his time
like a five minute pop star
friend of nancy boy Bosie Douglas
bringing poor Oscar down
Better self love than grovelling in the dirt
how can any real man or woman dislike Shakespeare
friend of Michael IRA Collins
Back foot Irishman
(This is a true story)
I love dogs but there was one dog that I hated.
When she died in 1985, I celebrated.
That stinking dog roamed the neighborhood and killed people's animals.
The lousy owner was the one who was responsible.
That witch wouldn't keep her dog tied or put a fence in her yard.
A lot of people suffered because of her Saint Bernard.
We took the owner to court but the judge said there was nothing he could do.
What the hell is this country coming to?
That dog killed my dog and my cat.
She killed a lot of other people's animals too and they didn't deserve that.
That dog and the owner really made me mad.
When that Saint Bernard died, I certainly was glad.
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