Best Ely Poems
Litany of do this and don’t do that…
My dearest mother is a champion of verbalizing such
Not as a loquacious orator, but as a virtuous lady*
Exemplifying in her own right Proverbs 31:10-31** of the Bible.
Now as a “guardian mother” myself
I learned that Mama’s good success-list
Actually is triumphant formula against futility
Worth putting into practice.
With God’s direction and guidance,
Earnestly I present with gratefulness
Wisdom gems my Mama Artencia imparted to my heart
Anchored by Scriptures driving my faith-performance.
Always put God first
Rely on His power
Trust His grace
Excel thru His might
Neglect never His Word
Cling to His presence
Invest in His ministry
Abide in His will.
Abound in the Lord’s goodness
Give to His mission works
Uphold His standards
Serve by His strength
Teach with His prudence
Instruct thru His precepts
Nestle in His love.
*Proverbs 31:10 “Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.”
**Proverbs 31:30 “Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.”
February 14, 2019
Always work in tandem, and...
Pray for one another.
Appreciate one another.
Rely on one another.
Trust one another.
Nurture one another.
Educate one another.
Respect one another.
Stand by one another.
Help one another.
Inspire one another.
Push one another to....
achieve greatness, always!
*This is also a shape poem*
Date written: 12/04/2019
I plead guilty
Of saying,
My grandchild is
The most beautiful
The most wonderful
The most intelligent,
It shows, it is so evident,
Absolutely so loving,
Character and nature so giving,
Makes friends instantly
And acts independently,
And so much fun,
Takes my hand
To help build sandcastles
In the sea sand,
Likes to share,
Tells you if she feels you are wrong,
That is not fair,
And how old is this little wonder,
Who is not even afraid
Of an intense storm
With lightning and thunder,
Two years and 8 months,
Who converses so sensibly,
And comprehensibly,
I am not exaggerating,
Such a wise little mind
Who is also so truly kind,
Who tells me I am not pronouncing
“Absolutely,” Correctly
It is ab-so lut-ely yiayia, she says,
And I beam at you with pride
You are so little, yet mature
Everyday we love you more and more,
And one day when our time is up,
I hope no time too soon,
When you look up and
See a full bright moon,
And lots of glittering stars,
It’s Yiayia and pappou ,
Sending you hugs
And love galore.
YIAYIA AND PAPPOU ARE THE GREEK WORDS FOR – GRANNY AND GRANDPA
Tom Price phones up John Ely.
"I hear you sell some of the best horses in the county
I'm sending out my best guy if he likes the goods
we're buying one of your horses.
My guy is a midget with a speech impediment just to give you the heads up"
he concluded and hung up the phone.
The stud groom waited until the midget knocked on the door.
"Hello, I've come to check out your hortheth", said the midget.
"Sure, do you want a male horse or a female horse ?" asked the stud groom.
"A female horth, pleath" said the midget, so off they went to look at the horses. One lovely well bred filly caught the midgets eye.
"Can I check her ears pleath ?" said the midget - so the stud groom lifted up the midget to check the horses ears, then put him back down.
"Nith ears.......... now can I look at her eyth, pleath ?" - once again the stud groom lifted up the midget to check the horses eyes, then put im
down again.
"Nith eyth ............ now I'd like to thee her **** pleath"
The stud groom was shocked and a bit offended, so he lifted up the midget and shoved him
head first into the rear area of the horse and put him back down again.
The midget coughed and spluttered, and then said....................
"Perhapth I should rephwase that...... can I see her wun awound a widdle bit ?"
16~12~2014
Words of Warner is the title of my second book, coming soon
Author, songwriter, musician, producer, philosopher, poet
Recognized as a poet of merit International Society of Poets
Nominated as poet of the year 2007 by The Society of Poets
Editors choice award, Howard Ely managing editor poetry.com
Romance rhyme rant ribaldry rhythmic lyrics patriotic and more
Collection of titles
Bazooka Joe is Gum, Belated, Be Kind, Big Brown Eyes
American Time, Arizona spring, ABC's of Pie, Amazing
X rated: Hedgehog, Miss Honey Lynn, **** star Prayer
Tumultuous Traveler, Tom’s a Peeper, Time, Tomorrow
Easter Acrostic, Every day is Father's day, Easter Cross
Rock ‘n Roll Dream, Renegade Man, Rising from the East
and so much more
Ain’t Nuthin To Do in Lubbock
By David J Walker
The Killer came to town
Jerry lee Lewis and his pal
Jim Ed Brown
Playin at the municipal coliseum
To a sell out crowd
Payin up to 5 bucks
Just to see ‘em playin loud
But… that Ain’t Nuthin
Cause Asleep At The Wheel an
Jerry Jeff Walker an The Mains Brothers,
Waylon n Willie and a lot of others
Includin Alvin Crow were still knocking em dead at
Back to back weekend shows
At the Cotton Club
While all the musicians in town
went to see Stevie Ray V
wailing on his fender
At Stubbs where Lou kept the BBQ ribs
And the cold beer comin
Joe Ely was there being cool
playin pool
tradin licks Jesse guitar Taylor
And Some fool still says….
Ain’t nuthin to do in Lubbock
Only organic fruits will do...
Rely on nature through and through.
Going to an orchard nearby
And pick our apples 'neath dark sky...
No one around on us to spy.
Into the night we're off to pick...
Cannot be seen, that is our trick.
Forgetting that, of course, these days
Real orchards have guarded ways.
Unless we want to be attacked...
Inside, those watchdogs will react!
The best- come by on the next day...
So sad...for apples, we must pay.
THE ARCHAEOLOGIST’S WIFE
Sorry I cannot say her name, you all know her well
She was my brother’s wife at the Kimmerdale
My brother was an archaeologist
He found a pot in Egypt
In Tutankhamen’s chamber
Believe me it was made of amber.
And my brother’s wife, Karen
Her dad came from Ely Arden
Mom from Billy Budd
Brother Tim from Barracks quad
They all are family Barracuda
They pounced on the pot
Sadly, it smelled the rot
In September, 2004
I was on India tour.
What did my brother do?
He crewed on a ship
Crossed the Mediterranean
And reached Egypt
Met Mr. Hippit
A biologist by profession
After close inspection
He found a predator
Inside the amber
His wife Karen Barracuda Pamber
I heard the story on coming back from India
I gave my brother a Cashmere shawl given by Mr. Scindia
You all know in the year 2013
He married the daughter of Cruise Martin
Sorry, I cannot say her name you know her well
She was from the family of Rapunzel
Her eyes were amber
Elizabeth Rapunzel Pamber.
Copyright: RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
7th November,2014
To be behind a slight disguise
behind those liquid lavender eyes
long search hard to find
a special soul nothing unkind
a feeling strong a heart that’s true
but wait I think they’re deep deep blue
I stare into a certain fate
I feel the pulse with quickened gate
spirit image and magic call
I am certain this is no illusion
wonderful real no confusion
lavender eyes forever together
sharing time with my beautiful feather
lavender eyes no disguise
I gaze into those lavender eyes
This poem was published in 2006 in a compilation book entitled
"Timeless Voices" by The International Library Of Poetry.
It received the Editor's Choice Award from Howard Ely, Editor Poetry.com
For Lavender Eyes, I was nominated as POET OF THE YEAR 2007, by
The International Society Of Poets.
It also gave me a formal induction as an Honored Member and Poet of Merit
into The Society of International Poets. Of which I have been a member since 2007.
I am humbled and honored,
Warner Baxter
The light was brief
on that ' figured leaf '
when man trembled
to the outer spheres,
that once made keep
when the vault was deep
in the omen years ;
the insane rage
of the median age
for a heretic's life,
when the Abbott, knew
the souls, that flew
from such frightful ken,
and thereupon to Acheron
in skeins o'er the fen.
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(Old Ely, England.In such times it was believed
that the souls of those put to death, escaped in the birds.)
From the mysticseed series.
why i took a chance and
decided to try the new poetry
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two months ago until i noticed
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beside myself not a racist
bone in my body being mixed
myself half Italian Native American
and African American raised by
Irish aunts why i have given birth
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stay safe on this web of hackers many blessings
Happy Easter Everyone.
My Poem:
What we need
what we need
is unity
in a diverse world
what we need
is to unite
who we need
is you and me
this indeed
is what we need
written by yolanda nicholsen
01.22.2024
In 1961 it’s for a weekend away
On a grey winter Friday.
Out from London,
We drive north on
The A10 to the Wash.
Beyond Ely it’s flat and bleak.
It’s an impression we seek
Of a region we’ve not seen
Where at Christmas the Queen
Is at Sandringham near the Wash.
But all we see on either side
Are drainage canals and rushes that hide
Miles of flat fens, and more again,
Lashed by wind, swept by rain.
It is not attractive, the Wash.
Now the sun’s set
And it’s cold and wet.
So we seek and find an inn
Next’ the Ouse in King’s Lynn.
We’ll overnight near the Wash.
Inside the inn we sit and dine
Beside the hearth where the brasses shine.
Then we spend the night
Both warm and tight.
In the morn we leave the Wash.
To-night from a shelf I snap
Down the ‘one-inch’ map,
Numbered “124 King’s Lynn”.
It oozes warm memories of an inn
Where 45 years ago we were in love near the Wash.
The boy is gone
Just wish and let him go
You can travel on
But it’s a new day don’t you know
It’s another dawn
You may find another road
To take a hold of what
You never understood
Just let him go
He did the best he could
In the first place I can hear your silence
I can feel you feeling fill the violence
But it’s morning now
And it’s raining out
And don’t you think that it’s time
To walk inside
Maybe gain a new perspective
Maybe move a new direction
With your life
Maybe now it’s the best time
To say good-bye
We found each other
And they broke down and cried
What they found was never
Supposed to be found alive
And it dawns on me
We both found out
a burned down ash-ely
Such purrfect beauty in female form
I bet her skin is soft and warm
I'd place her hands inside of mine
And guide them on the neck so fine
Then gently we would start to play
A lively piece, a French bourrée
We'd sip red wine, we'd start to dance
And dream of frolicking in France
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