Best Crew Poems
Stage crew is my only passion
Stage crew now is the fashion
Because when in black
Theres no going back
And when the show starts
We know we're hearts
that keeps the show on the go
Sunrise coffee brew
In galley made for crew
Thoughtful thing to do
Our friendship has been brought by faith
Put together by His grace
I see the faces of some
Of others there are none
Some i know very well
Know where you work and dwell
Others are more subdued and quite
And keep most matters very light
You are all friends in my heart.
Even when we are distances apart
The memories of you will remain
Of all these friendships I have gained.
Love you all--- you know I do
No better friends than the soup crew.
10/8/13
The gnu in the crew
Didn’t know what to do
He was feeling a wee bit bumfuzzle
For the bear in the middle
Spoke pure taradiddle
And he was just part of the puzzle
He called out “gardyloo
Yes, I’m talking to you
You’ve turned us about widdershims”
Then he heard billingsgate
From another shipmate
With language not found in church hymns
Now he felt gollywobbles
From all of their squabbles
And wanted to set the crew straight
“We must turn cattywampus
And follow the compass
And do it before it’s too late.”
Like sickersnees through some butter
An encouraging utter
“I think we can keep up the pace”
And soon by some gubbins
By hard rowing and pumpin’s
They found themselves back in the race
I was asked to write a poem using all those weird words you see. You might have to look them up in a dictionary to get the true meaning of some of the lines.
THE COMFORTING GIRLFRIEND CREW
Poor little Pierrette is feeling nostalgic.
Sur la plage, she’d oft look for the boy friend.
Her countenance blue — in teen years tragic,
yet there’s safety in numbers, with girl friends.
Sur la plage, she’d oft look for the boy friend.
Down by the Riviera, whilst she shakes off blue sea
for there’s safety in numbers, with girl friends.
They say, “Won’t you dance the Charleston with me?”
Down by the Riviera, whilst she shakes off blue sea.
Ne’er perfect young ladies, wild with vigor,
They say, “Won’t you dance the Charleston with me?”
Fancy forgetting boyfriends and her perfect figure.
Ne’er perfect young ladies, wild with vigor,
dancing and eating all night pizza.
Fancy forgetting boyfriends and her perfect figure.
Quite unlike West Side Story - Maria.
Dancing and eating all night pizza,
forgetting mantra “I could be happy with you.”
Quite unlike West Side Story - Maria,
she listens to her comforting girlfriend crew.
Forgetting mantra “I could be happy with you.”
(Her boyfriend tried her in a room in Bloomsbury.)
She listens to her comforting girlfriend crew.
(Too old for her...this love’s imaginary.)
Her boyfriend tried her in a room in Bloomsbury.
Her countenance blue — in teen years tragic!
Too old for her...this love’s imaginary.
Poor little Pierrette is feeling nostalgic.
4/6/2018
Silent One’s Music Pantoum Contest
All songs in bold from the musical “The Boyfriend”
I was in this play in Middle School and I am feeling nostalgic.
Sur la plage — on the beach
"Fright Night"
- with artwork, "Skeleton Crew"
At last the night is here,
The night of fright and fear;
The night of Halloween,
A ghastly, ghostly scene.
As witches make their brew,
Calling on the Skeleton Crew
To, from their slumber, rise
And meet without disguise.
The moon is full and bright
To make luminous the night,
As amber flames flicker in each lit Jack
And lick the brewing pot, burning it black.
With winter's breath coming, near,
On October's night, the last this year,
The chill to the bones, not in the least,
Matters to those who have deceased.
As spirits awaken, rattling their bones,
With a chorus of their moans and groans,
Rustling Autumn leaves blanketing the ground,
A symphony commences of an eerie sound.
Distant werewolves with blood curdling howling,
Are now on the hunt, have begun their prowling.
The owls are hooting, "Who-who-who who-whooooo,
Who dares to venture out this night through?"
As the graveyard comes alive with the walking dead,
Who've been sleeping restlessly in their earthly bed,
Waiting for the celebration, an annual eventful night,
When spirits mingle, old and new, a welcomed sight.
There are stories to be told, legends to be read,
Like Sleepy Hollow, the horseman with no head.
There's news of the living that must be spread,
Like who among the living is about to join the dead?
Ah, it is a Fright Night, one that spooks the mind;
One that's to the living, an event often quite unkind.
But to the spirit world, it's a night looked forward to,
The annual congregation of the Skeleton Crew.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2017-10-31 All rights reserved.
Come sail with me once more dear friends, to ply the winds to comply.
To hoist the sails, pull on the sheets, to steer the yacht driving through waves.
Together, we make a great team, tackling and taming riled wild seas.
A crew, team effort workers on the job.
Sometimes a crew is a select few maybe a bunch of snobs.
Another type of crew is aboard a ship.
Maintaining cleaning a deck so no one slips.
Another meaning of a crew a bunch of gang members.
And oil derrick drilling for black gold in late December.
A crew could be a diner, with a waitress, cook, and dishwasher.
Feeding food to hungry customers.
Remembering a long time ago, Jesus himself had a crew.
Preaching, teaching God’s laws, His Apostles understood and knew.
That the Savior was the Son of God, this crew made a lasting impact.
They knew they were put here by the Father; it was their duty to act.
What an inspiring bunch faithfully serving the Father with a given gift.
To show the way to carnal man and give mankind a Spiritual lift.
The legions of Caesar powerful organized were a well oiled machine and crew.
What they saw in their day they didn’t recognize crucifying Him they never knew.
Scourging, whipping, spitting this crew assassinated the Fathers Son.
Transgressing in this sin, the Romans did the will of Satan, and Satan thought he’d won.
Jesus, who preached “love”, forgave this unforgiving evil crew.
His blood, His impact, changed the world forever God the Father was there and He knew.
All the workers, all the crews never matched Jesus’ Apostles His Christian crew.
They taught well after His death just for me and for you.
Our Father has His crew’s minister’s men of God who teach to this day.
Been that way from long ago this Christian crew remains strong in Jesus and we continue to believe in Faith, and we still stand up and pray.
publix stockers read
listen for people talking
are the ones to do
Exfoliated Eddie is an eagle eyed spy
He likes hot Hoxton coffee with his cold Shepherd’s Pie
Crazy for a Sheffield lass, a Steel City shrew
Her conversation’s retro but her attitude is new.
Flopping like a flapper in a 20s Bluebell hat
Comes Information Irene with her ever ready chat
With Rock steady Rory making stories out of facts
Their veracity is skinny but they’re generous like that.
Annihilation Annie’s sitting waiting for a fool
She never wants to play the game but loves to break the rules
At the table by the window now she’s looking out the door
Left her right glove on the bus and dropped the other on the floor
Say goodnight to the sailors, say good heavens to the sea
The light on the horizon must remain a mystery
Nancy joined the Navy but she never had a chance
Argued with the Admiral, got lagging at the dance
She’s dreaming of the oceans from the comfort of the land
And she’ll empty out your pockets if you offer her your hand
The sailors are all sleeping now, in softly rocking beds,
No mattress for their bodies and no pillow for their heads
Say goodnight to the sailors, say good gracious to the sea
The light on the horizon must remain a mystery
Flora lives next door to Merlin Mouse
He is best friends with Bill O'Grouse,
They were invited to come to tea
One plus one and Miss Flora Flea.
Paw Dog and Crew Cat from number ten,
Passed Mrs Cluck the plump brown hen.
They kindly invited Mrs Cluck to tea
Two plus two and Miss Flora Flea.
The hen had laid six large eggs,
Carried in a basket by Rooster Reg.
He too was invited by Mrs Cluck
Both saw and invited Miss Deirdre Duck.
Phoebe Parrot swiftly flew in
Ray Rabbit brought his violin.
Their invites came from Benjamin
Who suddenly declared "Let the tea party begin".
Crew cat and Paw dog were together invited,
By Bob Robin; the three were very excited.
But who had invited Flora and Bob Robin to tea?
It was Squire Squirrel who lives at Three Oak Tree.
How many were invited to come to tea?
How many were very excited was it two or three?
Can you add the numbers written all the way through?
You are warmly welcome to the Counting Club Crew.
When you have finished please do tell everyone
To share in the counting and share in the fun.
There is room for all, invite your friends too
Sharing many journeys with fun counting to do.
02.06.22
Brad Pitt
Is in a terrible fix.
Angelina wants 10 more babies.
Does Ferrari make a bus?
It’s been four (long) years. Yes, long - to my dismay.
Some think it goes quickly; RUBBISH! I say.
When you have a child, the days will drag,
The season crawl, and the years can lag.
But onward we prevail, with our heads held high,
(and sick in our hair, and snot down the tie)
It’s a given we love them, (bar the high pitched squealing),
But staying home with them, isn’t that appealing,
So we hand them over; guilt ridden and tired,
Wiping someone else’s bum, wasn’t something I desired.
With the promise of adult conversation, a hot cuppa tea,
We march ourselves to work, silently screaming: “I’m free!”
Whilst we bask in blissful calm; uninterrupted wee’s (!)
You pick up, where we left off: potty training, first aid, ABC’s
But beyond this basic care, you all so graciously deliver,
There’s something more to what you do – and here is just a sliver:
Megan, from day one, when she was just a tiny tot,
Taught her how to feed herself, crawl, stand, trot
“Good morning Dora the explorer,” beams Cathy, on a morning,
As I sign her in at the gate, bleary eyed and yawning.
Chris embracing my daughter because she missed me and cried.
Sammy, praising her on writing skills, because she truly tried.
My daily complaints with Claire and Emma S,
Zoe, Julia make the meals; Gill and Lisa clean-up the mess.
Keeping your cool Paige. Sophie. Jess. And Kirsty,
As for the 100th time that day, she claims that she is thirsty.
Georgia and Casey, her BFF's - she prefers you more than me,
Asking them to sleepovers, and “when they coming round for tea?”
Georgia put a spell on her, she’s asked if she can be her sister!
I remind myself she is with you, on the days when I’ve missed her.
It’s Friday night and a group of us, the ‘university summer fellows’ (Quinn, Jammie, Monique, Lisa and I) are going groovin’. Quinn, a Harvard man (we’ve shed our jaundiced opinions of him), assured us he knows the Boston bar scene. We’re going to test that.
We told him we wanted to sway to whimsical beats and chase vivid, neon lights across dance floors, like a bunch of cats - till the hours get wee.
Quin's plan is for us to pop-in the “touristy” places, like ‘the Havana Club’, ‘the Manray club’, ‘Garage Boston’ and ‘The Grand’, we’re so 111. As usual, Charles is our party mom, escort and driver.
When Peter and I were in Saint-Tropez, earlier this summer, there were beach clothes - dresses, skirts and men's shirts - where they’d woven micro-LEDs into the flowered, dry-wick, fabrics. I think the effect is amazing, friday, and joyous. I got two skirts for everyone (all of my roommates). Tonight Lisa and I are wearing a couple of them.
Funny. I’ve mentioned it before, but Lisa‘s an audrey. Her school friends and roommates are all used to it, we’ve been exposed, we have built up immunity. But Quinn’s a newbie, when Lisa came into the living room, LED glittered and lookin-right, he was literally stunned. He froze, for a microsecond, his face went blank and his fingers wiggled, as if disconnected from his overloaded central nervous system.
“OMG! Jammie said, having just turned around, “holla at ya brooke!,” he declared, shaking his head in admiration. “Umm mmm,” he added.
“I’m sure.” Lisa said, starting to transfer things from her everyday bag to her glittery clutch, the girl cannot accept a compliment. Quinn, coming out of it, cleared his throat.
We’re ready. Let Friday night begin!
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Webster: Jaundiced = “influenced by feelings of distaste, or hostility.”
slang..
pop-in = drop in, visit
audrey = an absolutely stunning girl
lookin-right = dolled-up, dressed to the nines
111 = excited
party mom = the sober person on a bar hop or party.
friday = fun, fun, fun
holla at ya = respect
brooke = beautiful
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