Best Comradely Poems
Many are the 'characters' I met while serving my nation.
Seems there's always one who stands out in every organization!
In Bermuda (where I fought the Korean War) was such a cuss.
He was my bunkmate and he went by the name of Gus!
Gus was the old man of the outfit, a staff sergeant as I recall.
He'd been up and down the ranks and boozing caused his fall!
Never to be promoted beyond 'staff'', he was happy with his lot.
Gus floated on cloud nine as long as he had his daily tot!
Near payday, funds depleted, out of booze, in a nervous funk,
He'd surreptitiously place this beseechng note upon my bunk:
"My boy, may I propose for your benevolent consideration,
A temporary loan for relief from my dire financial situation?"
Now, how could I deny his plea phrased in such flowing verse!
Besides, on payday, he'd promptly seek me out to reimburse!
On paydays, Gus and his pals were wont to go on a spree!
He'd relieve his bloated bladder nigh any convenient tree,
Proclaming, "Wherever you may be let your water flow free!"
(For some reason the local constables happened to disagree!)
Gus was a good man and I enjoyed our comradely association,
Despite his innate proclivity for intemperate intoxication!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Categories:
comradely, funny, may,
Form:
Rhyme
Teachers, Teachers.
Teachers Teach us.
They give us speeches and praise us like Jesus
But they're not holy, swag.
They cater solely, for themselves; So selfish.
Some are rude and crabby; So shellfish.
There are fat teachers, black teachers white teachers, nice teachers mean teachers, Chinese teachers short teachers, tall teachers real teachers, fraud teachers They all have one thing of mutuality It's the reality that their mentality is somewhat less of a formality
But in actuality an amorality to separate individuality and callously cause a casualty within the academy!
This insanity is why humanity can embarrass me because instead of practicalities teachers search for cavities, abnormalities, incapacities and irrationally devise a strategy to tactfully act valiantly.
But will still unhappily fail students for what they see is blasphemy its fallacy!
This rhapsody I tragically quote rapidly will acidly still be viewed as a travesty
And I'll still disastrously speak profanity to the faculty And keep my centre of gravity up like I'm on a balance beam.
I aim to be satisfactory, not great or any better
This madness will fractionally cause my fatality but ill happily see every person that ever doubted me praising me surrounding me clouding me with a comradely like I Just saved the galaxy
And naturally I'm a hero nationally for upstaging our teachers vanity
This Veracity for becoming an anomaly has fuelled my heart with audacity and now I sit lavishly lacking the spirituality to gallantly care about this municipality that we live in
And teachers teach in so I guess my speech ends with a brief description of some frequent fiction Teachers, if we speak up Will you freakin listen? Because this cheap conviction of you I speak is different.
Categories:
comradely, anxiety, depression, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
From the past days of old.
At Seventh Street & Florence Avenue.
Vehicles in pristine finished.
Bragging Rights Mint Condition.
Proudly rolled by in a yearly tribute.
Very close behind did the present.
Spanking brand new, Virgilina's, VA.
Town's first responders debut their life-
saving vehicles of rescue.
Summer Fest proudly displayed.
Awesomely colored painted fine cars.
Including trucks and plowing tractors.
The drivers and passengers.
Cheerfully waived tossing smiles and candy.
I watched so many of the children laughing.
Enjoying themselves while playfully.
Scrambling to grab all and as many.
Of the tossed free candies.
So very comforting it was to see.
Neighbors, visitors, friends and family.
Witnessing together.
Standing side by side
In such a loving comradely.
History and our future.
Embracing one another.
In supreme harmony.
Refreshing the supportive celebration.
Veterans from old world wars of our past.
Keeping close in step were our gallant;
soldiers of wars in our present time.
Today's events were also in celebration.
Of the soldiers whom honorably.
Transitioned to a much peaceful home.
This was a very lovely quick get away.
Cotton candy, home made ice cream.
Scenie's Old-fashioned Peanut Brittle.
Freshly squeezed lemonade.
How fortunate to meet Ms Marion Woods.
Author of Uncle Jerdon's Farm Children' Book.
Thanks to my cousin Natarsha.
I am experiencing a very lovely.
Memorial Weekend Holiday.
My Uncle Joe Lassiter our beloved Veteran.
His daughter and my cousin Andrea Miller.
Stood in the longest line waiting patiently.
For what I learned was the town's best.
Brunswick Stew.
It's evening now I sit here as one.
Within this blissful time in nature.
Pleasantly at peace.
Relaxed taking in the beauty.
Of this picturesque piece of land.
Reflectively pondering.
On on this lovely day.
I joyfully have a writing instrument.
Very close at hand.
Categories:
comradely, celebration, community, history, holiday,
Form:
Free verse
Four long years have past, World Cup here at last
Thirty two teams full of hope, live their dreams
from all over our world, adorers massed
Within Russia's realms, friendship to extremes
Football fever, expectation from fans
Nil nil will not suffice on or off the pitch
technology enforces rules and commands
Our beautiful game for all, poor or rich
soccer is sport, brings most nations together
With one aim our team to win is our goal
play in sun or rain whatever the weather
skilful athletes, architects of ball control,
enjoy the comradely, pleasure and joy
cheer your home team when they score
let’s compete on the football pitch oh boy
it’s got to be better than on fields of war.
June 17 2018
2018 World Cup Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney.
Categories:
comradely, beautiful, dream, football, international,
Form:
Rhyme
Calling
I hear the pipes from far away
drummers in fields play
highlands and bogs
pipers march
in dawns lifting fog
past forest and streams
overlooking stormy seas
the brave need no sword
In kilt they know who is lord
comrades and comradely
the knights of the highlands
know the battles are won
when in kilts the Pipers sound
aye lad's, I too march
homeward bound
Categories:
comradely, adventure, art, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
We peep through grated beams in the dark confines,
Kept in chains by the tyranny of audacious jailers,
unending cynosure of profligates and imposters:
ruining the destinies of million wearied sufferers.
criminals fit for the gallows,
morons from the days of the colony.
dictators in military attires.
and simpletons kept in power for temporary ease.
our heirloom forced from us by old monsters.
cabals of criminals, greedy goons, men untutored in reputation.
Felons and rapscallion from the military barracks,
too old for modern ideas.
we are burdened along by colonial tyranny,
in a country where destinies are suspended in the gale,
and youths are forced into their own crimes of stealing.
we could not speak our sentiment freely.
we are fettered and riveted by their guns.
The sword above us, tyranny of archaic mind.
dreamy theorist acting as lords over multitudes of docile lots.
men made to cringe and fawn bowing and stooping to the
threatening of their guns.
They armed assassins and sufferers alike,
paid a trifling sum from the proceeds of corruption,
to keep the masses away from them as old baron loot the treasury,
this open prison of fancied freedom,
where marauders employed by the states with a gun to kill,
trans versing the south with AK47/.
terrorist renamed bandits by religious sympathizers.
from the porous borders of North,
comradely of Fanatics and bigots of the sword sect.
Clandestinely overrunning the land.
Freedom is a crime to fools.
those who dares becomes enemy of states.
assaulted by “operation python” dance.
or raided by Lawless DSS.
This is but a Jihad disguised as government.
The road is a trap of death,
we sleep as watchers waiting for the sword.
we starve amidst multitudinous resources,
they Lend to keep us in Bondage.
The crude in the south.
and all the resources are carted away to the North
to pay terrorist.
A state crimes condoned.
we groan,
we dare not speak as their armed assassin are
ready to silence the Voice of Truth.
one more Truth for the Jailer from the North.
Categories:
comradely, anger, corruption, freedom, leadership,
Form:
Free verse
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
I'm drawn to this bouquet; I am left so madly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
Happiest are these thoughts deliberately construed.
Winter taking them from my core destroys me, sadly.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
Purple pillars of violently swaying happiness imbue
So I harvest them as fast as I can, enjoying them gladly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
After such a long time between blossoms, histories accrued.
I waited patiently for their replacement, so very badly.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
I felt the truest of forlorn, nearly left lifelessly blued.
Springtime rain brought them back to my welcoming hands, comradely.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
Once I found eyes on them, new happiness did exude.
Replenishing their hearts energy regrown in me
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
Categories:
comradely, flower, happiness, nature, seasons,
Form:
Villanelle
Taint/
There was a time when I felt like wealth
all I needed under my belt,
like why the f*** do I care,
look at this Gucci I wear,
like a movie directed by Luci,
I’ve become less a begger and more choosy,
the center of my own world, and I unfurled,
all the time I spent,
where f*** I went, giving one hundred percent,
on earth between a ferment,
I’m trapped inside, right beside sin,
Divided by greed,
why did I agree,
to envy the clout, about how everyone else
has no brain cells, but their s*** sells,
Rebeltease/
Truth be told I came up from the gutter
(metaphorically speaking)
nah just being cheeky
but never smooth as butta
makes me shutter
I never been sneaky
I worked hard for my respect
and yea I can still flex
I just do it correct see
Taint/
I been hanging with rebel tease,
oh please, oh jeez,
I might just be your next trainee,
like teach me nothing original just a fictional idea
I mean something.
The reality is I’m a wannabe,
this rap game is a fantasy,
so everyone can chastise
me, so give me the clout,
fishing, hook out my mouth,
swimming, winning.
Rebtease/
At times it sucks to be me
but I can fully agree
with the fact that my respects
distract cause I see those stars in ya eyes
wanna be like me
Yea a trainee now,
a tease in the making ??
oh wow, please
but the clout
it ain’t cut out to
be what you see the critics
you can never appease geez
Here’s the true story...
ain’t no glory in my story
it’s a predatory
world out here none give
congratulatory telegrams
like you become an animal
watching ya territory
nah see ain’t no glory here!
but if ya want it come get it
Taint/
Laugh at my jokes,
I know it provokes,
to see me get rich,
which b**** gonna diss next,
I’m dying Hysterically,
because I’m not a ing charity,
remember I’m selfish,
quite devilish, who am I to Cherish,
when everything will perish
Rebeltease/
honestly consciously
times I wish I wasn’t so good
I say that modestly
hope ya wasn’t looking for a comradely
because to be real that straight comedy
but you right all will parish
when it comes ta the light but cherish what you can
find reason to fight don’t sell your soul
just know there’s no guarantees in life
Categories:
comradely, write, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
If everything is all right
Then there is not going to be a fight
Thoughts from those wearing tights
And arms showing might
A huge net down there
Going through the air
Grabbing a swinging bar
Being cool acting like a star
Everything seems so simple
Just smile show the dimple
It is only a trick put on
An illusion, an innocent con
With feats not having a room for erring
Entertaining audiences by scaring
Based on trust
No room for fuss
It is a spectacle that is cool
Wondering who’s a fool
Under the big top
Where the action never is supposed to stop
A wild and crazy thing
Fascinating Presidents and Kings
Under the spot light
No one can fight
If done right
Then the thrill is ‘out of sight’
Take this advice
At any price
Comradely is not throwing dice
It is the warm trusting feeling that is nice
Next time when requested to do a dare
Make sure it is done not only with flair
But enough care
Giving a reason for the patron’s amazement stare
Enjoying their time attending the amusement fair
Categories:
comradely, cool, crazy, fear, friend,
Form:
Rhyme
He came the hallowed night of haints,
face a kaleidoscope of paints.
He looked all around
until he had found
The source of all the complaints.
The girl enraged was named Sally.
She had’nt time for dilly dally.
Her makeup was spoiled,
evening plans destroyed.
Her spirits low as the valley.
She watched him enter quite sadly,
thought he’d behaved rather badly.
The clown he sat down
exclaimed with a frown
"But Sister, Halloween is comradely."
His sister, she reconsidered.
She need not be so embittered.
She once was his age
tomfoolery plagued
“Trick or treat!” the siblings twittered.
Categories:
comradely, brother, childhood, fun, giggle,
Form:
Limerick
Idlers, paved paths with active energies, purloining, feigning amity.
Dodgy & concealing past immoral dregs by comradely, waspish mien.
Obdurately empowered by this stranger plucked from their nocturnal fantasies
Wanton mistresses of countless broken walls in desperation for time.
Unbridled intrusion cloaked in religiosity vexed by undefined arrogance.
Oft, in pretext, manipulating, with energies stronger than the POPE.
Habits of a thuggish intervention foist on bewitched “soul tie”
Ill-beseeming nuances summoning this Stygian to their unsealed brothels
Obvious cliquish vindictive venom of a barrage of past bed felon.
Zestfully compelling, violently intrusive and surreptitiously preying.
Ending the farce, Rapscallion oozing countless entries on the rotten hole.
Categories:
comradely, black love, divorce, evil,
Form:
Narrative
I really didn’t like him
But what the heck
He was a fellow Yorkie
And he had a lot of neck
He played the piano by ear
And that’s just how it sounded
You couldn’t say his technique
Made notes in any way rounded
He churned out the favourites
Notes here there and everywhere
But in a Friday night squaddie mess
Who was in a state to care
As loud voices belted out
The old favourite songs
All comradely joined
In Buddy’s sing along
Just keep buying him a drink
He may not get many notes right
But in his own peculiar style
He would play with verve all night
And he would beam at all and sundry
But I’m sure that in his head
He wasn’t in that mess
But another place instead
Maybe the Albert Hall
Not a Joanna under his hand
But his fingers gently caressed
Instead a concert baby grand
He was too big a character
For even army ways
And he just wasn’t there
One particular day
Just an empty locker
Just a bare bed space
And the next day
Another was in his place
I saw him five years later
Both back in civvie street
Buddy dressed in a suit
Looking sharp and neat
He tried to borrow some money
In typical Buddy bent
And when I refused
He just turned and went
The last time I saw him
But I’m sure he’s still around
Maybe tickling the ivories
In a shady part of town
Categories:
comradely, character, memory, soldier,
Form:
Rhyme
That circular object that brought revolution,
That, like greased bearings, made human labor easy;
Like machines many, this made its contribution,
The times to change and the cultures to be breezy...!
Carts moved fast; war chariots advanced gorgeously,
This brought out, in agriculture, green whirl, and twirl;
Windmills functioned smoothly; crafts grew enormously,
Spaces grew near as in cars and bikes it did swirl...!
Automobiles, trains, streetcars, wagons, farm machines,
Wheels, like Oxygen, are at work in everything;
In Industries, like nutrients, wheels are sure means,
In quality and quantity richness they bring...!
With the movement of time, the wheel too moves gladly,
Cultures, vivid, join hands with the wheel comradely...!!!
Categories:
comradely, change, life,
Form:
Sonnet
hello hail-fellow, comradely friend, glad to see you back and read you
Categories:
comradely, miss you, poetess, poetry,
Form:
Monoku
Not Invited
When it’s that time of year for beer and reunion
For high-jinks and thoughts and comradely communion
And having a party to be reunited
There’s one who won’t be there – who wasn’t invited.
I don’t like to dance or to wear fancy dress.
I don’t feel the need to get up and impress.
To watch drunken foolishness makes my blood freeze,
I’m even embarrassed by a loud public sneeze.
I’ve never been trendy or one of the boys,
I’m pretty much deaf when there’s ambient noise.
So when events come that are “Not to Be Missed!”
My name won’t be on the participant list.
Never a guest or a welcome Plus One,
Passed over in favour of someone more fun.
My absence not noted, my presence omitted –
Twas always that way – my face never fitted.
Do I feel jealous when old friendships I see
Renewed over decades, that don’t include me?
Does my heart give a lurch, do I feel rejected -
Old Billy No-mates who’s always neglected?
Well it doesn’t feel great, I can tell you for nowt
When lifelong friends are the friends I’m without.
But there’s no point bemoaning a fate that is set,
Nobody cares if I rue or regret.
If I can’t join in, then the problem’s myself.
Where friends are concerned, mine’s a life on the shelf.
So when there’s a gathering, I won’t get excited.
I guess I won’t be there – I wasn’t invited.
Categories:
comradely, loneliness,
Form:
Rhyme