Best Baulk Poems
Money was getting extremely tight
And jobs in town were few
McGee was out of work for a while
But his faith in God was true
McGee was often seen
On his front porch praying loud
By his atheistic neighbor
Who was sure and quick and proud
He daily thanked The Good Lord
While counting on his rosary
For his wife, his family, and his friends
Then humbly asked for some groceries
“There is no God” the neighbor baulk
“McGee is just a fool,
"But I have a scheme to end his dream
And can do it, without being cruel "
So the neighbor went off on a shopping spree
Down at the market in town
Then returned with bags of groceries
On McGee’s porch, set them down
Then he hid himself, behind a bush
And waited for McGee to come out
And when he did, McGee saw the food
And Praised the Lord with a shout
But the neighbor appeared from where he hid
And claimed credit for buying the food
Thinking McGee would have to admit
That God was merely a ruse
When McGee heard the neighbor,
He lifted the bags, then sported a crooked grin
Winked at the sky and spoke to The lord
As he turn to the door going in
You not only got me grocery’s, My Lord
For which I thank you each day
I see you're Mighty clever too
For making the devil pay
Please be quiet! Our class teacher said
Pupils giggled, my face flushed bright red
I was so broken hearted
I’d just let rip and farted
That I ran out the classroom and fled
The teacher followed me down the hall
Said please don’t be embarrassed at all …
At home that happens to me
I blame my pet dog you see
Great idea miss… I’ll give dad a call
I rang him saying dad can we talk
Told him my story – he soon did baulk
Think of the costly vets fees
It’ll be covered with fleas
His solution …. I’ll buy you a cork!
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I just can't "baulk"
i'd rather walk
"than" caulk to do
Copyright Joe Maverick 2011
For you, I will see,
For you, I would guarantee,
For you, I could be an emcee,
For you, I will pass oversea,
For all of you, I could be esprited...
For you, I will walk,
For you, I won't baulk,
For all of you, we will flock,
For all of you, I won't pock,
For all of you, this won't be a crock...
For you, I will think,
For you, I will blink,
For you, I would interlink,
For all of you, I would sync,
For you, I can break brinks,
For all of you, I might bequeath...
For all of you, I might concede,
For you, I might precede,
For all of you, I might exceed,
For you, I mit accede,
With all of you, I might proceed,
With all of you, I might succeed,
For you, I might bleed,
For all of you, I could be a steed...
From all of you, I might receive,
To all of you, I might give,
For you, I might cry,
For you, I might lead,
For you, I can try,
More I could say,
But for you, I might live,
For all of you, I might die,
I could give my soul, for all of you...
One, two, three,
I’m walking more than before,
Now I’m headed out the door.
Walking steps every day,
If I don’t, I might decay.
Five, six, seven,
When was the last time that I ate?
After this walk I’ll fix a plate.
I’ve been eating the wrong kind of food,
Now I'll change my attitude.
Nine, ten, eleven,
And finally now it’s twelve o’clock,
There’s a restaurant on this block.
What’s their specialty? I don’t care,
I can get soup anywhere.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen
I was just passed up by six teens,
Look at them in their tight fit jeans.
Even if I walk everyday,
I will never look that way.
I count my steps when I walk,
I’m always out I never baulk.
Ten thousand steps is my goal,
And I’ll do it bless my sole.
What is the benefit of walking steps?
Because at night you’ll have more…. energy to participate in activities!
(The Spanish conquerors of the
Americas read out their legal
document, the "Requerimiento",
to the Indians. Failure to comply
meant the Spanish were free to
do what they wanted.)
Conquistadors in Vera Cruz
found themselves a radical ruse.
If pillaging was muy, muy lento,
they just whipped out Requerimiento.
Composed in fifteen seventeen,
this document was ultra-mean.
It won more scraps than Robert E. Lee,
was deadlier than DDT.
Suppose you met an Aztec mob
that wasn't happy to be robbed,
and far from handing on a platter
its gold and silver, wives and daughters,
was minded to contest the matter,
Requerimiento got unrolled.
In legal Latin, gooks were told
with lots of quid and quod and quaem,
exactly what was sought of them.
The royal writ was read aloud
to help the puzzled Aztec crowd.
So none may later look askance,
the dinks got every sporting chance.
All the Aztecs had to do
(clause forty-nine of section two)
was pay the pope an entry fee,
accept infallibility,
and send some gold to line his coffers.
Who could baulk at such an offer?
Clause fifty-eight - the Spanish king
must get his cut of Aztec bling.
They're hazy over "king" and "Spain"?
We'll have long decades to explain.
They don't respond? It simply means
we blow them all to smithereens.
The finer points can wait till later.
Non-compliance means they're traitors.
We've read the thing, so now we're free
of all responsibility
for theft or damage, flood or fire,
and if perchance it should transpire
that they don't dig what's going down,
why, take it up with Cross and Crown.
Thank God it's not like that today.
Before we step into the fray,
we tell them they're a "conflict zone",
and send in laser-guided drones.
If they accept their crude religion
is now a dead and pointless pigeon,
and take divorce and teenage moms,
then we won't use our cluster bombs.
There's other stuff here, on our list -
like Coca-Cola, lobbyists,
The Dukes of Hazzard, John McCain,
obesity and acid rain ...
at least we don't do like before,
and sell them, as we wade ashore
to occupy their ancient land,
some junk they'll never understand.
I tripped, I slipped into another world
Of mountainous peaks and different birds
Colours of pastels, in blazing hue
Sucked into this scene that I never knew
Gripping, flipping, I could hear myself talk
In wondrous view as I enter this baulk
My arms in flight as I reach these peaks
Motionless entirely, these views I seek
Kaleidoscopic prisms in colourful spew
Whilst a sun appears in yellowed true
In floating cascade I fly so free
And when I awaken in the morn, I find I'm me
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When I see a king prawn in its shell
Some vomit I want to expel
This fish food I despise
With ten legs and two eyes
It’s really my idea of food hell!
I baulk when a king prawn is peeled
and that witchetty grub is revealed
It makes me feel sick
I look away quick
My disgust just cannot be concealed!
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I awaken after said storm thrown weakened am I
In awe in wonderment as to where I espy
Fervent to silent as I witness this breathing space
As I slowly rise my tall in this seeing succulent heaven place
Barren beaches of gold amidst greened hue
Hearing cresting of thundering waves crashing true
As I start to look around in hungering thirsting cry
It's the time to ask myself as to where am I, sigh!
To a palm leafy avenue I take to a rest
As I contemplate such wonder in tiring drained zest
I awaken to my belongings and to my belongings saved
For what I had on this journey, caught waves now waved
Thinking thoughts caught, then cast like the waves brought
So many like the drifting bringing waves, leave me naught
Contemplation runs wild as to where my wanting's declare
Recalling looking around, was it purely saved heaven stare
I know it's time to address the needing's if I'm to be found
With unknown known bravado in my mind has to be sound
As I look around me seeing what simply surrounds be
My time is to be taken to the accommodation of me, thee
Having searched seeked determined and decided such
In amazement abound, it's all in bountiful clutch
Coconut and their palms grace me shelter and food
Berries I dare to taste, feeding me fishing I should
Fresh water apart the nuts in rainy filled capture
I'm feeling Crusoe, of reading book stature
Sleeping I do soundly to the caressing waved shores
Whilst burning embers deter these petulant scores
Creatures of difference with no accountable stockabilty
Deem to me useless, with no accountability
It's the plantation that offers survivable quantities
That feed fuel my wanting's reaching inevitability
As days turn to weeks I'm in possible addressed talk
Not knowing the many creatures, in shyness I baulk
As weeks turn to months, and months into years
My name is Robinson, soon I'll share these tears for fears.
From far away past where silent orbs
Danced to rhythms of unknown forces forging
Newer niches in cloud then soil then rock,
Smouldering, sizzling silently as time tic toc
Ebbed away, watching life on some lifeless rock surging,
To this day when we dance to the rhythm of Forbes,
The moon and sun in divine love urging
Have danced about the earth: light source upon a rock,
Bringing life to earth when the sullen clock
Calls out the grim owl, vile wolf, and sturdy sturgeon
Through the silent night nobody else disturbs,
Locked in eternal enthralment, watching the dark dungeon
Earth would be but for the sun- or moonlight it absorbs.
Moonlight from sunlight like new groom and virgin
Locked in an embrace older than Eden’s first baulk,
But sealed forever to work on this blue rock;
Bringing light to life on earth at dawn then dusk, merging
Efforts: sun casts its beams on daytime suburbs
But when the earth turns as if to shun its scourging,
That age old mission bound to fail as dusk struck
Finds new life in the passive glitter on that battered rock,
The partner playing its part, for so it was from the first forging.
From far away past, as far back as the silent space orbs,
The sun and moon in sublime love urging.
Have danced about and cast shadows out of this rock
And so it should be, for when one’s gone and you lose the rock
Foundation of the union, then is there but darkness and dirge in
The picture, and the survivor is just a lifeless rock listening for hope in the orbs.
(c)Nyonglema
On wooded land and open water, the gale struck hard
Plucking fallen twigs and flowers and leaves and the unwary bird
Caught unawares, a family of cranes about five or six in number
Took hastily to flight from an island and were hurled across the water
Violently shaken from slumber, the trees awoke
And as they swayed in frenzy, thick branches snapped and broke
Still ignoring my instincts, I continued to walk
But the fury of the storm made me inwardly baulk
The greatest dangers posed were however man-made
They were live power lines on poles, strung overhead
And loose metal roofing of shanties rattling nearby
Poised to ride the storm, razing as they would fly
With heart pounding as the wind raged, I quickened my pace
Half blinded and with hair tousled, as the dust stung my face
I could see the rain as it approached, fast across the lake
But despite the extended canopy above, I was soon dripping wet
Whipped by the wind, the rain lashed hard
My neighbourhood was deserted, not a soul stirred
All had taken refuge – even the stray dogs and cattle
As lightning flashed and thunder cracked and windows shuddered and rattled
With wary eyes for falling debris, I walked the middle road
Fearful of lightning strikes stabbing earth like a jagged sword
In an alley, off the road, a glass pane fell and shattered
As the relentless storm raged on, reaching home was all that mattered
Villanelle : Teach not a dog how not to bark
(This dog the mawkish villanelle baulks)
Teach not a dog how not to bark
Dogs bark for a lark in the dark
When Masters mawkish dreams embark
Do dogs bark to ape human talk
Or wake Masters to take side-walk
Teach not a dog how not to bark
Each dog howls up some Jack’s Bean Stalk
For the wolf in the dog must stalk
When Masters mawkish dreams embark
Do dogs bark to make the dingo baulk
At some sick Master’s leash-end talk
Teach not a dog how not to bark
Each dog lifts its leg at some bark
Don’t preachers too leak after dark
When Masters mawkish dreams embark
Every dog knows it must bark
Every dog knows its own bark
Teach not a dog how not to bark
When Masters mawkish dreams embark
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
I tripped, I slipped into another world
Of mountainous peaks and different birds
Colours of pastels, in blazing hue
Sucked into this scene that I never knew
Gripping, flipping, I could hear myself talk
In wondrous view as I enter this baulk
My arms in flight as I reach these peaks
Motionless entirely, these views I seek
Kaleidoscopic prisms in colourful spew
Whilst a sun appears in yellowed true
In floating cascade I fly so free
And when I awaken in the morn, I find I'm me
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-16.php
This morning I closed my eyes
They never stayed closed for long
For I was taken to a different place
It was not where I belonged
Quadrants amidst different worlds
Really opened up my eyes
And allowed me to look down in anger
To a world of transparent lies
Geometric calculations
Were shown before my eyes
In South American representation
Ley Lines I now despise
Pyramid shapes have taken build
So distant, could they have talked
The reasoning by the scientists
When I questioned, all they did was baulk
Standing Stones so primitive
Yet they appear in many places
Geometrically they are
Yet they wear different faces
In caves images are drawn
Of beasts that seem the same
Yet, before we managed to be
We're amidst the living game
What we do appear to see
Are the Sun, Moon and the rains
Is this because they were there
And our eyesight was never brained
It's now the time for reason
And Earths truth to be much more
No matter what Governments hide
Haven't we been here before
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-17.php
Gilded silence, gold,
The last leaves' silent fall
Pain silent Late autumn’s
Slow crepuscule
She turns her hands in her apron
Blue patterns, blue
Her smile will never die
The swans swing south sighing
Evening comes soon, sooner,
She insists, at the stove, heat, red,
Redder, the last meals we try
Not to take for granted
Quiet dying, quiet, the colour
Runs slowly from her skin,
Her eye turned inward blindly
On her own long dissolution
We walk we talk we baulk
At the black pall, black,
Open our eyes only once the
Stiff ground engulfs her