Best Abercrombie Poems
Down under continent
Down low is Australia
Australia the big island
Australia sixth largest continent
Country whose desert known as outback
Country who has the largest reef
Reef called the Great Barrier
Reef found off northeastern coast
Coast 35,877 kilometer of shoreline
Coast provides fun in the sun
Sun beats down on the desert
Sun is brightest in our winter
Winter offers some snow
Winter's are mild
Mild hop, hop of Kangaroos
Mild climbing of Koala
Koala live high in trees
Koala eat eucalypt leaves
Leaves favored blue, mansa, and swamp gum
Leaves are Koala's daily diet
Diet of Australian influenced by world
Diet consist of variety of foods
Food introduced from Ireland, Europe
Food from Italy, Greece and Asian new spices
Spices used in stir fry
Spices changed meat's taste
Taste of foods like rice, oranges, bananas
Taste of foods from all over the world
World influences shaped continent
World and Britian settled
Settled by Aborigines
Settled also by Britian
Britain sent convicts
Britian sent soldiers to New South Wales
Wales brassy, bold, stately and old
Wales sandy beaches, Jenolan Caves
Caves above ground
Caves in sea waters for adventure
Adventures in Abercrombie cave
Adventures in Tasmania
Tasmania mecca for adventure
Tasmania's mountainous terrain
Terrain for wild river raft
Terrain of sheer cliffs to climb
Climb the Great Dividing Range
Climb to new heights down under
Under sunny skies
Under skies so blue
Blue
Skies
Written: August 14, 2015
Influenced by Debbie Guzzie's contest..
First Blitz..Whoa!!
Way Back When I Was Ten Years Old
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
I'm laying here remembering way back when I was ten years old,
my mumma taught me to cook, even though the food was always cold.
My body had been changing and I was becoming a young lady,
my mumma read me a book in which I remember only vaguely.
One night I had seen a segment on the tv news station,
my mumma explained there are so many poor people in the nation.
In fourth grade I wanted to fit in and buy clothes from Abercrombie,
my mumma sternly explained how money does not grow on trees.
In the school hallway I had been bullied by mean girls twice,
my mumma explained that other kids won't always be nice.
There was an incident in which a group of boys were expelled,
my mumma explained to me drugs are harmful and I must excel.
Wow, while I am writing this it is bringing back learned lessons,
my mumma taught me how to turn growing pains into blessings.
Date Written: January 26, 2016
All the gym's a stage
And all the pale boys merely players;
Unconvincing ones, too.
At the theatre entrance
I part with pride
For a curious form of Vaudeville.
The maxims of inertia invert.
No longer are the masters
Of the ruling class.
To make up for their deficit,
They perform:
Cackle, strut, and prance disgustingly,
Strive insensitively to sound “street,”
To be street.
(Street actors.)
It must be black magic
To float over concrete,
To steer balls
Into circles.
Audience: the girls and I,
But especially
The dark magicians themselves,
Who either sponsor their imitators,
Or disapprove and sneer.
Cheated of my cash again,
I hurry backstage
And recognize the actors
Without their costumes,
Sporting familiarity: Hollister, Jansport, Abercrombie.
The bell rings; they exit;
The shoe polish
Washes off their faces;
They morph
Into rich white boys
Once more.
Under harsh bright lights the Aluminum table tops gleam
In lieu of good conversation
He has allowed designer stubble
Bought a new green cap at
Abercrombie
In lieu of good conversation
She wears a low cut dress
Presses breasts to the table
Carries a faux smile
Fascinated by
The grilled chicken pieces on their plates
They study them closely,
Deeply.
Milind Padki
There …
It was
dark. England,
set down, and stretched out
for miles,
and days
without end
Far afield her quondam spirit,
But forever sprawling
Beneath
Discouraging clouds
with unbroken tears
that washed out …
cricket games
and pigeon stool,
bleeding into drinking …
Watered-down whiskey
from pubs
following the concrete pavements
Victorian structures,
and verdant meadows
that sleep …
to the lullabies
of Jackdaws and humming engines
I often wonder,
how one can speak
without both lips in motion;
Are they half ventriloquists?
I need no retort;
I’m just playing George on this one
When Auntie returned …,
from London, with her brain
swimming in high tide,
they were quick to blame
the clock,
but Manchester is the author
of this charlatan
The tale is that
those who trust
Big Ben for time
Will in fact misplace their minds
How true a case is he?
Old England will agree
he is special
Rum will whisper tall stories,
same with Cognac and Vodka,
but aren’t there days
when we are restrained
What is Sawicki,
but a train, blowing wet whistle?
How straight can one walk
with neurons bathing in ethanol?
In days past, dictionaries were scarfed-up;
men were …
Men were quick and questioning
Where is evolution;
like monkeys we mimic?
John Fletcher
I know, and C. Marlowe
Much of William Blake and Carew
I recalled Arnold,
the Brownings, and Dowson,
So much for Killigrew,
old Abercrombie, Crowley,
and young Liam Wilkinson
Who in God’s name is Sawicki,
Whose “master” is he?
What's all this fuss about
Haven't I furnished all your dreams
Wildest and the untouched ones
You Cantankerous bullheaded moron .
Your beastly charm woos me so much
So that I completely asphyxiate myself
Bent on obeying all errands .
You cry rupturing my passion loaded heart
Guess what ?I buy that ****
Turn myself into an ATM machine .
Touring every sale at Macy's
Stock some more of your wardrobe
Abercrombie, Guess ,Calvin Klein,Chanel it is .
Next day frenzy switches off to other things
Now we want new apartment ,new vicinity
Then follows my makeover , hair and teeth
Transforming myself to suit your beliefs
I Plump your spirit soaring high in the sky
I realised I have become a slave you reign on .
Hell I am erasing all blues and grays
At last giving way to the gyre of dilemma
That so long had tossed my thoughts into fray
Now no more ,let me start up my liberation
Shackled by menaces of turmoil and dejection
I wonder ,after a decade or so when your head greys
Someday you may trail backwards to my dynamism
Swearing for sure to yourself, if not alone
Flinching a bit,forcing a smile as the wind blows by the
Ocean side , where we used to lie for hours
And a Teardrop would come out of your eye .
(In memory of Frankie Abercrombie)
Back to School, your
last year
Same ole stuff, but
fresh, New gear
With a promising future
that is clear
Dressed for the Prom like
a Cavalier
Standing next to a girlie, you
hold So dear
Grinning and posing, your heart
full of cheer
Like your Family, at graduation,
being near
So proud, until They almost shed
a tear
Watching you in the Formal, looking
all debonair
Especially grandma, who in the Spirit,
would appear
And, it has got you smiling, from ear-to
ear
As you're congratulated by friends with
a can of beer
Showing No signs of you becoming a
living nightmare
That's how it would be, if you were still
here
Mordechai Abercrombie Fofoofnik
Decided to become a kibbutznik --
But old socialists were out
Mordechai began to pout --
'Til they told him: 'Design a new Sputnik'
Fiery I canst me be a man of the 50 feet spacecraft, he ask is he or rampant bugger me skipper
Ask not oh mister jakin, weep not sir Abercrombie here where does it go
I go the star, is like cement mixer weep it is straight upward hocus pocus
Adrenalin it does fortuitous me cowards mutineers you astronaut
Digital readout stop for a whiskey and cola placade the ship a garage get drunk
Plan is we show the radius ROAD, IS OVERRANG FAM IS HOT THERE THE INDUCER WE ROCKET IT
A poodle coming up for us, let it he enjoy the anti darkness matter
Weep itblane I courage you ask is the millgrind it cannot be awesome ere eat the morsel
While wwe figure out what to do with you, blame us is the tyrant toseie the stars had to takenhome
We pass passagewewayintotimme,wesoughtyouwriteabook,beeristrinketstoomuch
Wearguewewishdesignoneofthesewewish,wecoolthe fans in seawaterhadtocooperate
Weusedthe localindians we ask not bugger hitarockthegentilesa llofmeat a time
Reed vavle we argue we dried the ship out as the strategicaircommand laughed we waved another missile
We are in spacetime 60,ooo ligh years needs make you pass o’ home Beatrice ray gun hey
Here lies Abercrombie Wellington Jones
Under the flowers are all of his bones
Young people like to deface his gravestone
Due to all the slaves Jones used to own
Duncan was a young British soldier,
new recruit at fifteen years of age,
a good lad who followed his orders,
he was a fifer who liked to play,
his tunes directed men in the field,
the Blackwatch soldiers who didn’t yield,
deployed in 1758
to America, to wilds great.
Sent to take the fight there to the French,
in New York’s rugged northern mountains,
from long Lake George the march would begin,
a desire for vengeance to quench,
after what happened the year before
at William Henry, the blood and gore…
Abercrombie was put in command,
but left many duties to George Howe,
a young officer, and steadfast man,
lots of leeway to chap was allowed.
So out would row 18, 000 men,
excited Duncan plunked amongst them,
largest force seen on Yankee shores,
compared to the French, near five times more.
All of the men’s spirits running high,
highlanders, militia, native scouts,
the outcome didn’t seem much in doubt
when the lake’s northern end they espied,
the French had all fled that patch of earth,
Howe’s forward columns got to their work.
Duncan was not part of this advance,
his unit was unloading behind,
ahead Howe encountered men from France
trying to retreat behind their lines.
Loud gunshots echoed back through the woods,
young Duncan, then, did not feel so good,
went about unloading with frayed nerves,
after some hours, then men returned.
They spoke of a skirmish amongst trees,
how the noble Lord Howe was shot dead
in the fighting, before the French fled,
after suffering casualties.
Now Abercrombie alone took charge,
which didn’t help to lift people’s hearts.
The next day Colonel John Bradstreet went
with men to reconnoiter the scene,
up Rattlesnake hill his troop was sent,
saw the fort, information was gleaned;
Fort Carillon looked in bad repair,
and they could see no forward lines there,
with a charge they thought the French would break,
but they didn’t see their great mistake:
Trees and shrubs shielded breastworks from view,
and branches formed into abatis,
through which no marching line could persist,
none of these things Abercrombie knew,
and fearing reinforcements in time,
he chose to strike, left big guns behind.
CONTINUES IN PART II.
Please watch your words
Your not worthless
They just are mindless
self indulgent
Abercrombie zombies
and they can't carry
the thought of being truly
in love
and it should never matter
what sex your partner is
love is love
so don't doubt yourself
don't doubt your love
Just because someone
is simply envying
that fact that you love each other
more than they love themselves
because at the end of the day
nothing matters to you guys
but each other
and i hope your love
lasts forever
show them what love means
Who says
a man can't love a man
a woman can't love a woman
what makes it so wrong?
in a world where thousands
die of starvation
and resources are declining rapidly
should the love of two people
who happen to be the same sex
really be a issue?
all the diseases we need to cure
all the ships of peace
they need to sail
the constant threat of losing our homes
an everyday chore
and love
is the enemy?
this system
this rusty hate machine
of the liar's in the mad house of congress
will never have my vote
for I simply will never believe
that politicians they cheat on their wives
should have the right
to say who can marry
and who can't
for they don't even understand
what marriage means
more like
what it should
mean
which is between
a lover and a lover
no matter who that lover is
for We hold these truths to be self-evident,
that all men are created equal
and that love is love
so let's stop the hatred
and let's truly be free
and break forth to
a hate-free horizon
Trouble dazes into the spin of day
life hazes eyes with glimmer shimmer sun
and sickness breeds torment for the hear say
and I just try to remain the one sane
brushing teeth, the sound dictates many words,
listening until the rounds are almost done,
morning rising passed the songs of the birds
of idealist's dreams, hopes of this heart's gain.
Into the day come what may the hope resides
the daze and haze still just as strong as hope
I go to meetings where i know love abides
suffering over through these bouts entering
The meeting starts and I begin to hear
how all have felt the power of the dope
shifts and learning's of how to stay near
the addicts end to using in centering
Abercrombie's style.... we don 't have Abercrombie for a button.....
....sometimes I just love my own work, ya know?! ....(I know that ya do)
Mordechai Fofoofnik
Murgatroyd Abercrombie
These are the names
my mother called me
Now that mom’s gone
I don’t know who I am
Though judging by my phone calls
~ my new name is ‘Spam’
(Dedicated to Mrs. Regena Abercrombie)
Although, I am wasn't Exactly, a life-style Changer
Did I ride, shot-gun like O.J. in a Speeding ranger
On the brink of SUICIDE, putting My life in danger
After being adorned like the Babe Christ, in a manger
When you REPEATEDLY warned Me, Not To Be A Stranger