Best Cobblers Poems
Most of us play, our lives like a game
Both ends of our candle, consumed by the flame
Choosing a curtain, buying a vowel
Planning tomorrow, forsaking the now
In days gone by, not so long ago
We were dreaming of spring, through icy windows
Fields of green clover, budding trees and daffodils
Cooling homemade cobblers, on open window sills
Walking barefoot in the yard, after warm morning showers
Lost in our daydreams of sweet smelling flowers
Now June awaits, with anticipating brides
Spring has sprung, as we hear distant tides
Our minds look ahead, to tropical destinations
Free time with loved ones, on family vacations
Camping, hiking, perhaps water skiing
Traveling far away, for some casual sight seeing
While we're relaxing, with minds elsewhere
Spending today, on tomorrow's big dare
In the hot summer sun, we'll think of the snow
Taking for granted, the time that we blow
For Americans, tomorrow is Memorial Day
Religious or not, we should all stop and pray
For all the people, who gave their lives
At home and abroad, for their sacrifice
Fighting and dying, for the time that we waste
Ask God to love them and show them His grace
Pray for their families, for the love they lost
Paying the price, with the ultimate cost
Think of the fallen, lost in their prime
Be thankful for them and keep them in mind
an original poem by the "Poemdog" Daniel Turner
Categories:
cobblers, america, appreciation, blessing, memorial
Form:
Rhyme
COUNTING SYLLABLES*
2/2
lacks pace
slow race
bombshell
death knell
3/3
one desire
to retire
wasted brain
down the drain
cobblers last
frozen past
common sense
self defence
rocking beat
happy feet
in the groove
on the move
4/4
an unsure cook
recipe book
5/5
confronting yeti
with palms so sweaty
© Harry J Horsman 2022
*Apologising if stepping on anyone’s toes
If so, get in touch and I will credit the poem
First two forms are footles, invented by Brian Strand.
Categories:
cobblers, fun,
Form:
Footle
I am a terrible virus, fast and wise
400 micron plus is roughly my size
I am a zoonotic, Corona is my name
Infecting unwary humans is my game
I remain on ground and not in the air
To catch careless humans unaware
On a metal surface I survive for 12 hours
After that period I lose all my powers
If I fall on fabrics I stay alive for 9 hours
To kill me, the fabrics need good showers
Or a 2-hour exposure to bright sunshine
Will succeed in sending me forever offline
I can survive 10 minutes on human hands
Handwash with a sanitizer can upset my plans
Exposing me to temperatures of 27o C plus
Will send me to RIP without any fuss
My conduciveness to pandemic brings me fame
Leaking into the human lungs is my aim
Countries get panicky as my presence is felt
Commotion everywhere to seek a safety belt
My name evokes terror in every mind
Doctors get worried as I’m a unique kind
Old vaccines and medicines do not work
Fear of my presence makes the people berserk
Race, nationality is of no concern to me
I invade places as far as my eye can see
Changing greeting customs is also my flair
From handshakes to folded hands in the air
Whosoever comes in my way I do not spare
Whether Presidents or cobblers I don’t care
People feel greatly relieved when I die away
They pray that I don’t resurrect another day
Categories:
cobblers, environment,
Form:
Rhyme
‘Great Scott, shucks and darn, I’ve gone and lost a shoe’
cursed the elephant followed by ‘this simply will not do!’
‘The blasted thing is far too loose, I should have had it mended!
So, whoever has found my shoe must now be apprehended!
I’ll search all day and through the night, for months if it be needed,
I will not give up the search until I have succeeded.
They cost a mint and are the finest shoes in all the land,
To think someone has got my shoe is a thought I cannot stand!’
The search began with lion Bill who also loved his shoes,
but he had to catch him quick as he was packing for his cruise
‘I do not have your shoe’ said Bill ‘you really are a clot!
For I’m size nine and you’re a twelve, unless you had forgot?’
He searched each house one by one but couldn’t find his shoe,
He even tried Hyena Geoff, Tim the Hogg and all the Zebras too.
None of them had seen his shoe or even had a notion,
But Jemima the Gazelle did suggest a memory potion.
Crocodile Joe mixed him a concoction of the finest,
said ‘this should help you find your shoe or else will help your sinus!’
‘Gee whiz, son of a gun and jumpin’ Jiminy Cricket,
My shoe is at the cobblers shop it says so on this ticket!’
Categories:
cobblers, humorous, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Hot food for comfort in Winter’s the best; soups birthed and thickened with cream.
Steaming, thick chili and spice coupled with hot cobblers.
Sink into that…ummm…warm.
Categories:
cobblers, appreciation, cool, food, fruit,
Form:
Sijo
Jam roly poly, treacle sponge
And sticky toffee pudding head the top of my list
But apple pie, rhubarb crumble
Or a decent cheesecake are hard to resist
Banana splits, eclairs or brownies
Dumplings, nougat, cheese board or mousse
Crème brûlée. Fruit cocktail. Yoghurt
Serve it up and set me loose!
Rice pudding, Christmas pudding
Let me say it loud and clear
Summer pudding, Eve's pudding
Figgy pudding - bring it here
Cottage pudding, Diplomat pudding
Pancakes served throughout the year
Plum pudding, mango pudding
Put it on a plate and cheer
Hasty pudding, Saxon pudding
Vanilla pudding, chocolate pud
Yorkshire pudding filled with treacle
Make winter evenings warm and good
Sussex Pond pudding, sweet biscotti
Semolina (if that counts?!)
Panna cotta, profiteroles
Gâteaux. Meringues in any amount
I guess spotted dick is a bit of a worry
But to bread and butter pudding, I say "bring it on!"
I could plan on a flan, or a lardy cake
Or butter with glee my scone or scon'
Mince pies, cobblers, baklavas, strudels
Loaves and pastries - all tell a story
Even blancmange has a heritage
To match or beat our knickerbocker glory
There's fruit tarts, jam tarts, custard tarts, egg tarts
Milk tarts, cheese tarts, butter tarts too
Tarts from Manchester, Liverpool and Bakewell
French tarts, Jamaican tarts - to name but a few
Buns from Chelsea, cakes from Eccles
Wafers and muffins from all over the place
Doughnuts filled with jam or chocolate
Made to squirt on your shoulder or face
Strawberries & Cream, Eton Mess
Artic rolls and brandy snaps
Trifles should always be trifled with
If laced with sherry - it's a perfect nightcap
Sorbets leave the palate tingling
Fritters fritter your cares away
Waffles and crêpes warm the spirit
And sundaes are perfect for every day
So, whatever we may call them -
Be it puddings, sweets, desserts or afters
They taste best when shared with company
Served with a spoon, a smile and laughter
Categories:
cobblers, food,
Form:
List
i walk the empty streets
where have all the people gone
perhaps they walk in different shoes
and sing to different songs
i walk the empty streets
no cobblers do i see
when first i came we all were game
is anyone hearing me
i walk the empty streets
not even the rats retreat
no sign or sound resound
i find it quite profound
this place it has no glory
am i in purgatory
should i be at heavens gate
perhaps it is to late...
Categories:
cobblers, imagination, life
Form:
Rhyme
A lady who was feeling blue
Compared her life to an old shoe
Although she fit
Her love had split
So she had to make do with two
Categories:
cobblers, humor,
Form:
Limerick
The women of Georgia are like a peach
Beautiful in all ways~ emotional,
mental, spiritual, and each will teach
skills to young women~devotionals
Peaches are versatile, fresh fruit to eat
Chopped added to milk and cream for ice cream
Pared, sliced, cooked in cobblers and pies~ a treat
Made into jam for biscuits; toast, a dream
Women of Georgia pass along their gifts
Whether homemaking or politics teach
Each one has something to share that will lift
our daughters to levels higher to reach
Women of Georgia dig deep in your well
Lift our daughters to ride the highest swell
Written: August 26, 2016
Categories:
cobblers, beauty, inspirational, life, women,
Form:
Sonnet
Summertime meals are delicious
sandwiches with sliced tomatoes
green beans cooked with new potatoes
Homegrown, healthy and nutritious
garden vegetables and fruits
a mixture of tubers and roots
Meals are often expeditious
hotdogs and burgers on the grill
homemade ice cream an added thrill
Barbecues can be ambitious
preparation of sauce and meat
could be hours until time to eat
Summer desserts are capricious
peach cobblers or watermelons
freshly cut honeydew melons
Cool drinks can be adventitious
house special mama's ice tea sweet
or lemonade to beat the heat
Summertime meals are delicious
Homegrown, healthy and nutritious
Meals are often expeditious
Barbecues can be ambitious
Summer desserts are capricious
Cool drinks can be adventitious
July 13, 2018
New Constanza Contest by Emile Pinet
Fifth Place
Constanza
The Constanza created by Connie Marcum Wong consists of five or more 3-line stanzas. Each line eight syllables. All the first lines of all the stanzas form an independent poem as the rest of the poem expresses a deeper meaning. The first lines are in mono-rhyme while the second and third lines of each stanza rhyme together. Rhyme scheme: a/b/b a/c/c a/d/d a/e/e a/f/f........etc. And the end verse is made up of the first lines of all the previous verses combined.
Categories:
cobblers, cool, drink, food, fruit,
Form:
Rhyme
The necktie wearers, and flag pin bearers
Combing arcane smiles
With not one word out of place
Colluded to recreate
Pearl harbor's reincarnate
History's wounds slashed by new swords
A mirror of quondam contempt
Semblance of peace sat behind a podium
Truths interstice fogged
Aridity of public sentiment
Proved a deserted nature of love
Thirsty for blood of whom we know not
Patriotism painted from a teleprompter
As cobblers cleaned and mended
The boots which young feet filled
Whilst scoundrels signed a death waiver
For workers to pluck cold limbs
And prepare the fields
Where black gold geysers
Diluted the red stained, hallowed ground
Commissioned were penny whistles
And morts moaning on cue
For quarry men slouched
In the dirt, for eternal rest
Before rhetoric trumped up heroism
The azure above was clear and crisp
Til mercurial darkness was summoned
On desolations blooming row
As pinwheels kept on spinning
At the home of those who plot
Another stratagem, another canvas
To splatter blood upon
Categories:
cobblers, veterans day, violence, war,
Form:
Blank verse
Flour
Makes a great paste
Tortes, scones, cobblers, muffins
Cinnamon and sugar crust, yum!
Cakes and pies would be nothing without it
Donut making relies on it
Throw in some sugar please
Necessary
Flour
Categories:
cobblers, addiction,
Form:
Rictameter
One of the joys of summer are lightning bugs.Do you remember, as a child, chasing them on a balmy evening? They are so elusive. When you see one in front of you and go to catch it, it would be gone; only to blink just a foot or so away from you. Carefully we would put some in a jar with holes poked into the lid for air. Then we would watch them light up. Never leave them in the jar very long, or they will die.
Nature’s bounty is showing in the colorful blooming meadows.Grasses and wild flowers are a riot of color; there are Daisies, Yarrow, blue Chicory and black eyed Susans displaying their charms.It seems impossible to remember that the mere beginnings of all this abundance was only a few months ago.
July days are full and long. The water in the creek flows lazily, just like the cottony clouds that glide across the blue sky. Milkweeds, Honeysuckle and Hay scent the air. Hay has such an incomparable scent.It brings back visions of climbing up into the hayloft as a child. Playing in the hay, tunneling through it, finding “Daddy Long legs’” and the kittens that the barn cat hid there.
Blackberries are ripening in the berry patch For a time we did a lot of picking. We enjoyed many delicacies that we could prepare with them. Pies, cobblers, and cakes as well a s jams, juices and wine. Going to the berry patch was a welcome, relaxing activity after work. Most of the time it would be very hot there. Occasionally a snake would be sleeping on a branch nearby, causing me to move on slowly. I would stomp my feet, hoping they would move out of my way. Bugs and mosquitoes would buzz all around us.
Summertime is full of joy.The sounds of crickets and cicadas are the music of summer. There are baby animals., tottering around, growing up, discovering. Flowers gladden our hearts with their beauty. We swim in pools, ponds and creeks to cool off and refresh us. We can pick homegrown fruits and vegetables for our table.
And there is the toddler following a butterfly, calling: “Wait for me butterfly, come back here! You are going too fast!”
Categories:
cobblers, eve, feelings, summer,
Form:
Free verse
Black, Shiny Shoes.
The EU dictatorship has crushed Hellas Germany and the banks won-
The French to their helped the Greeks writing a new tax system and
for once the tycoons have to pay tax as well and for the Hellenic
people they need not buy new shoes every fortnight, let the cobblers
mend your shoes. I remember a time when buying shoes was a major
investment, they were always black and bought on credit book.
You may call it thrift I will call it poverty when you are poor everything
cost more as the Greeks soon will soon notice. And in case you wonder
the money the loans go straight to the lenders banks and one wonder
who many times they have to pay for the airport in Athens a German
steel company built? The Greeks are hard working people, with bad elite,
the next one to will be Portugal, Italy too are feeling the clammy hand of
capitalism and then it will be France`s turn to taste rigour.
What about EU then?
Categories:
cobblers, betrayal, break up, celebrity,
Form:
Blank verse
Foot wear,
The foot where,
The foot what connecting all to this world,
To dress,foot wear,
Addressing care,
The lacing made old fashion,
Replacing buckles,chains and Velcro in machines,
In rainbow colors,
Short builds to shot up,
Size to size foot wise,
A ladies pride,
Sometimes a tool provide,
A history when came in contact with cheeks,
Thrown at some heads in anger,
Get into others foot often,
Bare foot,a symbol of poverty,
Cobblers to make,
Lincoln an exception!
Categories:
cobblers, funny, history, life,
Form:
Free verse