Best Cheerio Poems
crescent moon smiles
tangerine sun's cheerio ~
crepuscule romance
Rescue relationships that are only so-so
~ Take your leave with a 'Pip, pip, Cheerio!'
Pearl, you are a diamond
I guess she always knew it.
A proper little helper,
helping through and through it.
She never gives a cheerio
or leaving like a plane.
She's always there to scatter sunshine
Even in the rain.
Pearl, you are a diamond
That no one can replace,
Chocking back the throttles
Just like a necker-lace.
A robin perched upon a branch
outside my living room window
His lighthearted disposition
roused within me a reverie.
With eyes closed firmly I conjured
a heretofore different scene:
A naked limb laden with snow
and a cold loneliness prevailed
gazing through a closed, frosted pane…
My eyes opened, the thrush was gone
no trace vestige of abstract snow
though out of sight his song was heard
Cheerio, Cheeriup, tut tut !!
from outside my open window.
it's broken, the tarmac's crooked,
and it's full of gaping mouths,
and you have to dodge them,
to save your wheels,
and God!...Jesus! the stink of
fly-blown fish hits you like an
honest politician;
in the nose and mouth:
and you want to parachute away,
into the gaping mouths and your
dad's best memories and the
stories he told;
then relief comes, in about a half-mile
down the road; and you pass the tall
palms and green feminine rice fields,
which like a girl, smell good;
and if you want, you can touch and fondle
them, and they won't slap you or make you
feel small, or say "honey, let's have a ball!"
so your'e free to carry on, into town;
and you say cheerio to the feminine fields and
gaping mouths, as they lick you with their
thousand country tongues:
and then you hit the city; and everything changes.
She's Off To Merry England
Where the blue bell wood goes wild
Where all the lad and lass speak a funny style!
Where cheerio means nothing but, "Hey how ya do?"
And bobbies are the real police watchin over you
Wave your hand, blow your nose, stand around awhile
The Palace Guards are stiff and never known to smile.
Good old Merry England! It's fun for all to see
Climb aboard, take a plane, grab a trip with me!
I hate...
by ~H~
I hate the way you make me feel
Sick and alone, unable to heal
From the wounds of the knowledge that I'll never be
The son you wanted, clearly not me
You were never there in my younger years
To heal the bruises or dry the tears
It was always my mother who stood me by
Even when i disappointed or made her cry
Yet you wonder why we never talk
Or when you get started, i begin to walk
You are always right, no matter the fight
Screw those who dare challenge your might
So when exactly was i awarded your scorn
Was it perhaps the day i was born
Or was it the day i decided to be true
And vowed never, EVER to be like you
So fare thee well, father, fare thee well
For speak we wont, not on pain of hell
And remember me when your days are done
Cheerio, your rejected son.
-End-
She ain't nothing but a cereal killer
She's murder with a gallon of milk
If you need convincing, Cap'n Crunch is still missing
And that Chocula guy is down for the Count
She ain't nothing but a cereal killer
Gets her Kix pulling off her Trix
As she bids them Cheerio being more in the know
Than a bowl of FrankenBerry buried below Honey Oh's
She ain't nothing but a cereal killer
Winning them over with her Lucky Charms
No way to deny she eats them alive
As she Frosts Tony the Tiger like Corn
She ain't nothing but a cereal killer
Finds pleasure in the Shredding of Wheat
Using Fruity Pebbles to go along with her evil
As she spoons out her dirty deeds
She ain't nothing but a cereal killer
Easily making history out of Rice Krispy treats
What ever you do keep an eye on her Fruit Loops
That kind of crazy nobody needs
The Greeter at a Museum
I am prepared to perform my mindless task
when they open the doors at ten am
and when the visitors enter I recall
my preamble and it goes like this
Good morning, folks where are you from
sorry no cokes or food beyond this point
well hello grandmother, I love your dress
don’t you look hot I mean that in a flattering way
unless your not hot that is
Wow, I remember Kent, MA
I used to live at Loggins Way
did you know Marth and Faye, oh Marth is dead
and Faye ran away with a younger man,
a poet you say it doesn’t surprise me
she always had a yen for younger men
enjoy the art and if you need anything my name is Barte
with an e at the end it was my mothers maiden name you see
oh your name is Wolfe with an e at the end
nice meeting you until then
Hi there, what a handsome child you have
he favors you I'd like to add
his creviced chin and ruddy cheeks
add character to this winsome lad
Hi folks, you need a lift ,oh your’e from England
its an elevator here in the USA
let me direct you to that spot cheerio and all that rot
Hi can I help you can I help you sir no I can’t
youv’e been here before well oh well
I bet you don’t know where the President fell
you were right behind him when he took that spill
but you didn’t see me on that day
I was right behind the exhibit display
to keep an eye on creeps like you
who don’t know the importance of my job
so leave me now artistic snob
oh I love to greet and I love to meet
knowing where the his and her bathrooms are
I can even tell you where to park your car
I think I found my niche in life
as to the who what where and why but
if perchance you know this place when you see me walk on by
*Dedicated to all the art interns at museums
FOR A MOMENT
Your cry isn’t loud enough for the world to hear
So wipe your tears.
Even your so called ‘friends and companions’ are turning deaf ears
Wipe your tears and look up to the hills, from there comes your help
Tears come from sorrow’s hole
Tears will continue to flow until you control your whole
Dilute your sorrow’s hole with joy,
And effervescence of smile will frizzle your tears
Don’t pamper that hurt inside, lest, it will linger
Letting go of is the best panacea
Embrace life’s vicissitude, and make peace with your past
Until there’s no tomorrow, fortunes are in life’s queue
For as mischance exists in life’s cast,
So is great chance.
Life can deny you of breakfast, but that breakfast may not be worth comparing with your brunch.
As you crunch, your life realizes that you can wait for tomorrow’s breakfast even if it denies you supper.
Sometimes, life makes you feel Charlie,
Especially when life gives you a malignant glare,
At a moment when you are in a state of ‘devil-may-care’
You are compelled to say cheerio to the world
Because life is using a brusque tone
But when you chance upon successes, you bury that decision
That’s life
Don’t escalate that hurt or pain when life confronts you
It’s just a fortune recess
Embolden your spirit and wait for the resume of success.
#sanguine, sangfroid, pertinacious#..That’s what you ought be……
It seems like yesterday
It was Valentine’s Day
We met at a café
My hair in disarray
He guessed I was fair play
Capriciously I said no way
Yet saw a certain cachet
So didn’t race away
When the skies turned blue grey
Raincheck for that sundae
We both took the subway
Agreed to meet Tuesday
Since I don’t play croquet
We saw a matinee
Tried kissing me midway
Thought it was his birthday
One might suspect foul play
But there was no replay
Or attempt at foreplay
Soon met every day
And became fiancé
Not one to go half way
When came our wedding day
Ordered a DuBonnet
Then threw my bouquet
Sped along the freeway
Craving our getaway
Honeymooned in Gaspé
Forgot my negligee
Then off to Santa Fe
Met our sommelier
Glasses of chardonnay
Cheerio as they say
Now baby on the way
Due next Valentine’s Day
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Stepped on a cheerio
Heard a Crunch!
Slipped off a treadmill
Seemed like a punch!
Saw Mr. Alligator
Munch his Lunch!
Hit my head in the elevator
OUCH !
When God created teachers,
He gave us special friends.
You aren’t our mother,
But your support has been just as strong.
When we came to you with silly notes,
You cuddled and praised, even upon awful tommyrot.
When we were into some problem and failed to explain,
You would understand our language and never let us remain in pain.
When we came to you for comfort,
You kissed away the tears, you couldn’t see us hurt.
When we proudly showed you the work,
You gave the loudest cheers.
You know, it was just you with whom we loved to share.
It is pure love, with which you have nurtured,
You are the one, who has worked to shape our future.
We are going but emotions will remain entwined,
Savoured memories will rerun and rewind.
Bless us with knowledge, wisdom and lovely life.
To make you proud, we will always strive.
The end of the year is drawing near
Home to our familes we will go
No more blinding white in surround
Saying cheerio to this Antarctic flow
It's late as we pass the seventh hour
The nineteenth of December now truly left behind
For after the holidays we'll return
Take our chances to see what there's to find
It's approximately twelve past eight
The drilling rigs on it's final bore
When we hear a shout from the derrick
It's more of panic, than we have ever heard before
The sensors have picked up our strike
It's metal we have struck so far down
In momentary pause we stand stunned
What can be buried so far underground
A silence captures this expanse
The sky turns a deep cobalt blue
A violent shaking, the ice breaking
What ever it is, it's massive that's breaking through
Thousands of years start to show face
Ancient ice from a long forgotten past
Detracts us from what we are witnessing
Looking up leaves us in total aghast
Something not of this world
Has erupted through earths glacial ice
Above us it starts to hover
Our eyes lured as if in awe suffice
We hear voices on our radios
Which leaves us in total astound
In various parts of the world
Giant spaceships rise from our grounds
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-18.php
try to watch,
a movie,
tv,
on my own,
I found,
love story between friendship,
it can exist,
personally,
I met so many friends,
from hospital to hospital,
looking forward for a shared flat,
don't know where,
like brokeback mountain,
cheerio,
mario