Best Dun Poems
Written By Gail DeBole
There once was an owl whose loud hoot
Could frighten the fiercest of brutes.
A "whoo-t" of renown
Sent birds circling the town
To find out who did what when to whoo-t!
Note: Illustrated in the following two coloring books available on Amazon.com and other retail websites: Coloring within the Limericks and Coloring within the Animal Limericks
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I close mine eyes
it does not help
I plug mine ears
it does not help
I peek in mine wallet
i see
his little grin
Summer skies.
So blue. Such blues.
So blue.
Whitepuffs idly swoop by,
never idling. On the move.
For bluer skies?
A part of the sky fell
out today.
A tiny bit.
A tiny tiny bit.
Hardly matters, this bit
except, I suppose, to it.
(And I.)
And you?
This blue.
Fell from the
sky,
today.
I held it in my hand.
I cried out. I looked around.
(I may have pled.)
I held the blue dead
sky in my palm, to my heart,
and tried to find another
piece in this life
its place.
I tried.
It died.
I cried out. It did not cry out.
I looked around. It did not look around.
Wherefrom did it come?
Whereto shall it go?
Whereto do I aim my questions, too?
A bit of the blue sky fell from the blue sky, today.
A bit of the blue sky fell to silent still soil, today.
I have no questions for
men in hats.
I have no quarrel with pretend gods.
I have no qualm with calm fate.
I just want to know -
I need to wonder at -
If a speck of feathered blue sky
falls from the sky,
what is left
of sky?
What is left of us.
What is left to us?
I wonder.
Where the blue sky fell
is there now
black?
Is there now white?
I set the sky upon a stone.
-ShhDragon
He wore the Jersey representing the
Smuck of the Toolez Terrific, the
team that has dominated the
ToolTruck Sports League
for the last coupler years. More
over the rankings from all
over the world placed these to
Doughheads number one in
America.
Your organization establish the rules.
They create teams they find
sponsership and bosses pay
and workers work.
Making the need of knowing
key to communacative suggestive
positions. Our fans are important to
us. We love the relationship
we have with them and hope
such a trust and understanding
can bring fans together
to create new fans, who than
create new fans moreover.
Place to place,
city to city
people from the World al over!
New way of conveying,
derived from the Aceint Art
of Sulpture.
they called it freindly.
she'd wear a bikini
nd stand in a tub.
they'd pluck
quarters and half
dollars at he
mid section.
the one the landed on her
navel
would get enough attention to
allow the fella
to use silver dollars
to do the same.
The winner would win the prize.
Lily Ly Dun, was an Asian beauty I once knew
Known around town for her yummy moo moo
Quite a few times
Her vistas I climbed
To put it gently, set my chengdu's askew
Did I tell you about this young fellow
His manner was warm and mellow.
He went out one night
Had a drink and a fight,
Now their whisking him off to the gallow.
His friends went off to the court house,
Trying to plead for his case.
They said he only had one pint mi lord,
The next minute,he was off of his face.
The judge said that we can't tolerate,
Getting drunk, and fighting in the street.
Sorry mi lord, it wasn't a fight,
I tripped over my two left feet.
You know death dun scare me nun
Unknown things not known about
Invisible forces not attainable
Don't believe in ropes but yet and still they did hang us
Must forgive them ALWAYS them folks who use to and still hate us
In the blink of my travels I remain sober
Don't believe in ghosts but there are spirits
Death dun scare me none
Death dun scare me none
So I will rise
Yes I will rise
Rise above my atricities
I will rise above my adversities
Our eyes for my eyes open wide and my arms spread out wide
I will rise to tha skies
I will rise I will be alive why
Cuz I fear no one now
Wise while I rise
I will see His eyes
He will hold me and I will understand why
I have risen I have not died
I rise I have risen high
I am done my work and worship on this tearing land I had bleed and cried and serviced just passing through traveling
Oh how I have risen and tolerated mistreated and been in division not pass on to Glory side I have risen I have rised I haven't died I'm alive and guess what I fear no one now guess what I've risen arose I rise death dun scare me now
Do what the words in the Bible say and believe they be true if I repent of my sins versus grace shall come in for death I be not afraid of you yes sir death
DEATH DUN SCARE ME NUN-Hallelujah
Glory
Selah
cheri i was away sorry
couldnt be here in the soup
arthur says u are gone
isit true i dont believe it
cheri i am glad i told you
how much i loved your poems
your expression your work
your love a few times
yeah you are from the old school
of rules still u were an original
with emotions and passion unlike
our little poets who just write for the
rules and the words and the syllables
and to compete every day without
any fire or love truth or life
cheri i dont believe u are gone
i remember when i told you that
you are my favourite poet here
u humbly saying there are many better
hello cheri i love your humility
i remember cheri you encouraging me
to write more when i was on an exile
cheri death is not the end i know
it is another realm another dimension
like changing clothes like a ripple you never
die cheri i forgot to tell you how much i loved
you i see you smile now my space is running
out cheri i am crying i guess i am not a man
i love you cheri bless me from there
10.57 AM
JULY 21 2016
last summer is done
a dun autumn is welcome
leaves in cyclic mood
A great forest grows dark and green,
Where little birds twitter amid the leaves,
Reynard the red coated one keen eye searching,
For squirrels leaping among branches tall,
Making sure the youngsters don’t fall,
A capercaillie scream rents the air,
Sounding like ban-sidhe in the air.
Trees creak and rattle in ancient tree talk,
Close together they whisper and plot,
Sending astray the unwary and proud,
Those who stravaig far from the path.
Deep in the depths a slow rising hill,
Crowned with a wall of log and thorn,
With a ditch to deter those who do ill,
A gate stands with warriors each side,
Armed with sword,shield and dirks sharp and slim,
Protecting those who dwell within.
Built long before by the ancestors long gone,
Their spirit lingering in every log,
Singing their song of “Torr na Craoibhe”, as it was once named,
In the tongue of ancients forever told.
Their song drifts over the trees,
Heard by creatures large and small,
For those who stop to listen and hear,
The wisdom within to teach and preserve,
The old ways of nature and ancient forest,
Helping all to live in joyous unity,
Listen and hear what they say.
© Andrew Provan McIntyre 28.4.2016.
Lily Ly Dun, was an Asian beauty I once knew
Known around town for her yummy moo moo
Quite a few times
Her vistas I climbed
To put it gently, set my chengdu's askew
MAMA DUN TOLD YA SON
Mama dun told ya son
Mama dun told ya boy
Ya, better say them there prayers
Mama said say them prayers
Before and after you wash them hands
Mama dun told ya son
Mama said watch and pray
Mama said watch and pray
Beftore you lay yo head down
Ya, better look around
And thnk God fo all He done
Mama dun told ya boy
Mama dun told ya boy
Oh! Mama said don’t you frown
Don’t let the devil steal your joy (now)
Mama said praise the Lord, (did you hear her)
Mama said praise the Lord
What are you hoping mama says stop and praise the Lord
Mama said praise the Lord
And thank Him for Himself and for all He’s done
Git down on them there knees Praise the Lord
Mama said gonna b alright
Mama said gonna b alright
It’s gonna b alright, got God on our side
There’s no need to doubt
Mama dun told ya son
Before you lay yo head down
Ya better look around
And thank God fo all He’s done
Raise them hands up and praise the Lord
9/11/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
From anthology “Old Time ***** Spirituals”
Dun days? Clouds above in greys?
Sapphire? Purple haze?
Deterrence, dessicate, cays.
Buildings on the raze.
World around in twilight.
Months ahead a-grim.
Heart within me, burn with fight!
Crater, have thy rim...
Ocean, boil. Intestines, roil.
Ignite, O my soil.
Lightning, fry. My music, broil.
Serpents, time to coil.
Torment, grip each human life.
Quest, on edge of knife.
Fate and Fortune, seethe with strife.
Demon-sultan, fife.
Tyrant of tomorrow?
Of him I never heard.
Surcease sorrow, I borrow!
Tower dark, thy third.
Wind, tear down. Abhor, my crown.
Demolish the town!
Carnival chaos, thy clown.
Hope, see self as flown.
Flickering flame, explode. Death, come.
Doom, hover o'er all.
Chord suffering, play for some.
Family, how ye gall.
Terror, strike. O Panic, lurch.
Bake and flay, O life.
Silver were the trees of birch!
Wisdom, thou art rife!