Best Brownie Poems
“Ole Brownie”
The meanest and the best,
Proven among the rest,
My dog in Arkansas, pope county,
I present, ole Brownie,
With first cold front,
Arkansans begin the hunt,
Razorback hogs,
with their dogs,
Now my dog Brownie,
Meanest hog dog in pope county,
A sight to see,
Even growls at me,
A heinz fifty seven,
Comes number seven of the eleven,
Impossible to see,
His pedigree,
Though no pedigree,
Visibly plain to see,
He was the dog for me,
By my shout of glee,
When he was given to me,
He was a handsome dog,
Though he loved to hog,
Part red bone hound,
Mixed with feist clown,
Would fight anything around,
Twas very plain he wasn’t a coward,
With teeth bared,
Who’s hoss or boss,
At any cost,
Often declared,
When disputes were aired,
Ain’t no fibbing,
Ears torn to ribbons,
His ears` he had sacrifices,
To his scrapping vice,
Anyhow, to finish my story,
Bout my dog of glory, ©.( “Razorback Hog Hunt”)
9-27-09 [email protected]
Meat in my smokehouse a bit light,
With the weather about right,
One morning at first light,
I headed to buzzard roost hollow,
A leash on Brownie’s collar,
But Brownie went crazy as a goose,
When I turn him loose,
My worse fear, I could hear,
Him chasing a deer,
Out of pope county, was clear,
Anyhow, now, down in the pope county wild woods,
Seated on an Arkansas hollow log,
With my finger on a trigger, and my eye on a hog,
I pulled that trigger, and the bullet went zip,
I jumped on that hog, with all my grip,
Though I knew I had missed,
I couldn’t resist,
Now as my grip would slip.
The hog would rip,
Tusk 8 inches long,
Like ice tongs,
Would chomp and rip,
As the battle begin to tip,
Hog getting the best of a bad situation,
Sure wish my dog hadn’t taken, his deer vacation,
At about the time,
I thought it was, the end of the line,
I heard Brownie coming,
Man, that dog was running,
He had heard the fight,
Was coming back, to claim his right,
Old Johnny Cash, in the boy named Sue,
Ain’t shown my dog and me, nothing new,
Blood guts and hair, rose up in the air,
When ole Brownie took hold, this fight ain’t fair,
Didn’t take no hour,
Untill we were back in our own lair,
We were saying a prayer, within the hour,
I was seated in a chair,
At my kitchen table,
Razorback meat, the label,
Ole Brownie, proving himself to be, very able,
To sit under my table,
For he’s my mean hooooog,
DOG!!!
Dedication: "MoonBee Canady" An outstanding poet of light poetry, as far as I am concerned.
I certainly enjoy reading your light poetry, as well as the other types you write. You go girl,
I hope you like these poems! Godly love, Sincerely Moses
9-27-09 [email protected]
Saddle old Brownie
A saddle on me old brown horse,
To ride away into the sunset,
Light swag on me old pack of course,
Nother horse called my Regret.
Carry flour for damper or tasty fried scones,
Sugar n tea, few spuds n onions,
Carry a stockwhip to flog off the dogs,
Or galahs with the loony some ones.
Camp every night by blazing fire light,
Out where the Coolabahs sway,
Dip water from the river and boil,
Gumleaf smelling tea today.
Seach for mussels at the waters edge,
Put him on the hook today,
Catch em a cod, good tucker by God,
Spit out the bones I may,
Protein n calcium hey….
Don Johnson 20-july-11
Acorn brownie is unstoppable
Twirling and whirling in piles of leaves
Showing off for squirrel keeper fairy
Mythical dynamo coming to life
Twirling and whirling in piles of leaves
Cool breeze adding to his ambiance
Mythical dynamo coming to life
Stirring up October winds in forest
Cool breeze adding to his ambiance
Showing off for squirrel keeper fairy
Stirring up October winds in forest
Acorn brownie is unstoppable
Hill Dill,
Come Over The Hill!
BROWNIE TIME
So it’s brownie time
They are so easy to make
50 strokes or so
Of this heavenly chocolate
No kids so I’ll eat them all
Looking it over
I can do better than that
Such a weak poem
Baking brownies is no art
Poetry should say something
Now take Longfellow
Hiawatha eats brownies?
Yes! Magic brownies
Amazing what one can write
On a magic brownie high
Chocolate brownie with Ice cream
Chocolate cake baked so crisp,
topped vanilla ice,
hot chocolate poured on sides,
tickles the taste buds,
drooling saliva,
tranquillise,
feast !!
Written October 27th, 2014
For Andrea's 'Make me drool with Epulaeryu' contest
Awarded 7th place
STILL A BROWNIE
I have always been, since childhood, a brownie
in a girl scout uniform, on my honor. With Kumbaya
and closing Taps, friendships with my sisterhood,
earning pins and badges with integrity. Instructed
by the handbook and stories of the worker brownies,
who toil by night and are never seen by day,
thus answers the why and when -
never let your left hand see your right hand sweat.
adult-size brownie —
don’t let them see what you do
goodness in each right
4/22/2018
But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know
what your right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret
Matthew 6:3-4a (NIV Version)
Two songs we would sing:
Kumbaya by Songwriters: John Phillips / Richard Weissman / Scott Mckenzie
Day Is Done (Taps) by: Horace Lorenzo Trim (according to Wikipedia)
Melted chocolate filling
Chopped peanuts sprinkled
Scoop of vanilla ice cream
Crunchy and square treat
Cakey and fudgy
A brownie
Yum
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BROWNIE the DOBERMAN
"I'm looking at you"!
"Why, you wining"?
"Why, ya blue"?
"What's you lookin for"?
"WHY, YA BLUE"?
"Wining, sniffing exploring, what's you lookin for, boy"?
"Sniffing round all over the floor
What's wrong with you"?
Brownie, talk to me
Something up, why ya down
Sniffing around
Why, you snaring, wining
Pining
Talk to me boy!
"I'm still looking at you"!
"Why, you wining, boy"?
"Why, ya blue"?
"What's you lookin for"?
"WHY, YA BLUE my dog Brown Doberman"?
Ah!! yes this my tale of Brownie the Doberman
08/01/18
Brownie?
Sure!
Frosting?
What?
I mean the kind you eat.
I thought you meant the other brownie.
The baby girl scout?
No.
Which one?
The elf-like garden helper gnome-like creature. I could use a brownie to help me collect walnuts.
Brownie.
A seven-letter word.
Common.
Also the name of one of my all-time favoritest dogs.
Four connotations for me, maybe five or six for others.
All connotations to me for the word ‘brownie’ are wonderful.
Every one of them makes me smile.
How many other words do this? Not many.
Brownie. Brownie. Brownie. Brownie.
I cannot stop!
Johnny Brownie sits high up in the maple tree,
Tossing with his feet, all kinds of stuff on me.
I roll my eyes, for his ways are so transparent.
His insatiable love for me so readily apparent.
I knew he had a crush on me, of course.
I am pretty in the face and I laugh like a horse
All the boys seem to like their women merry and gay.
I walk underneath him, with my happy sashay.
Hey Faerie Pinkie how are you? He yells down to me.
I keep walking, knowing he will jump down from the tree.
Where are you going? He asks, trying to keep up with my feet.
I ignore him a bit for guys think this is a special love treat.
He tries to catch up, bouncing around like an in-love fool.
My mother looks out the window and watches Johnny Brownie drool.
Why do you to this to him? She asks me later. Isn’t it a bit mean?
It keeps him interested, and I may want to date him when I am a teen.
Brownie
Have a brown snake in me shed,
Been a shooting at old Fred,
Bullets bouncing all around,
Snake a dodging , whizzing round,
Shot me saddle Ned. :(
Reloaded the old twenty two,
Went to the thunderbox, fell through, (toilet over mineshaft)
Must be playing with half a deck,
Timbers caught me by the neck,
Is strangulation due?:(
Staggered out into the yard,
Tripped over a cane toad, called Marge,
Fell upon a snake so large,
So well bitten, I be dead :(
Not alive instead….
Buggering off with sickle Fred,
Deadly, dead dead dead…
Diddly..
Natalie The Rogue Rhymer
Contest Name Die A 'Fun' Death Contest
We have fed, wooed, wined and dined a stray dog for two days.
My husband Joe, who is a sucker for dogs, named him Brownie.
This stray, Brownie loved our dog Buddy and Buddy loved him.
Buddy kept inviting him into the house by way of doggy door.
Social media helped us help Brownie find his owner yesterday.
He was a pit bull, and his name is Blue. I was scared of him.
His owners collected him at ten o’clock last night.
Another good neighbor came down and corralled him for me.
Buddy spent all day today looking for his friend.
I finally told Buddy that Brownie had found his Mommy.
I think he understood because he settled down after that.
Blue had broken his chain during those danged fireworks.
She felt a little less than attractive
And a little bit radioactive
In a super hero kind of way
Everyday's an endless wave
But she can't save them all
Their pleading prayers fill the air
And echo down the hall
Sweet time, there's never enough time
Cancer's so unkind
But it can't steal the light in your eyes
He walks the corridors in pajamas
Munching medical marijuana
Brownies from the herbal bakery
A little primo curbs the chemo
Only for a while
Plays his guitar to hide the scars
While managing a smile
Sweet time, there's never enough time
Cancer's so unkind
But it can't steal the light in your eyes
Love, you take it wherever you find it
Seems there's always a story behind it
Meet Gamma Girl & Brownie Boy
Her precision x-ray vision
Sees into his heart
For her he'll fight the kryptonite
That's keeping them apart
Sweet time, there's never enough time
Cancer's so unkind
But it can't steal the light in your eyes
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