Best Farrell Poems
Moonlight Kiss by Kathie Farrell
Your shadow, baring all in my glow, stirs
a passion I long to explore. Again, I yearn
for the warmth of your lips on my skin, soft
like flower petals moistened with morning dew.
Oh, if you only knew how I dream of our
amorous nights in the spark of youth!
Unbridled by a moonlit swim, you and I
cascading as one with the current.
Entwined bodies trembling with urgency
feeling like I may have died,
if we had not come together in the tide.
As waters simmered and churned,
we dived deeper, lost in love,
lost to the surrounding world.
With one stroke, I forgot who I was before.
Now, I want more than a memory.
A latent love will return with a slow, steady burn.
Our silent desires will be revealed
in a whisper, in a sigh.
We are destined, you and I, not a secret
but a story of love to share.
Our hearts, reunited will quicken
until no other sound can be heard.
Both of us ready to make up for lost time.
Love will spur us again and again.
One rousing touch and I remember.
One tender kiss and I surrender.
I give in to you and all I crave,
knowing now that I was starving without you.
Written 6/28/20
Contest - Sensuality
Sponsor - Silent One
Categories:
farrell, lost love, memory, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Last year I wrote of a Red Sox team
The fans did not exactly scream
They could not swing, field or hit
Last place was theirs, that was it.
But John Henry said ENOUGH of that
I will not let this team go splat
So he fired a guy named Bobby V
And From The Jays did Farrell bring.
He traded away the vaunted three guys
To Gonzo, Beckett and Crawford bye bye!
He said the losing days are through
Saved a quarter billion dollars too.
The off season came on us soon
He got Napoli, Dempster and Victorino too.
Though no one gave the team a chance
The season came and they took off fast.
They started winning many games
And found themselves in first place.
In the dust they left yanks, birds and jays.
Kept winning through the summer days.
Now the season is poised to end
The team is looking great again
From worst to first, oh what a season
Team spirit and drive is the reason.
The playoffs loom, the team looks ready
Hitting and pitching very steady.
Fresh off a recent Yankees sweep.
This team looks like it can't be beat
To Fenway do the playoffs come
They'll take on all comers, everyone
For when all the opponents have been beaten
We'll win the Series, Oh what a season!!
Categories:
farrell, baseball,
Form:
Rhyme
Simon used to take part in motocross,
Before his bike stalled once mid-air,
When he was training on his farm land,
Which left him paralysed waist down.
He was born in 1982 on the 7th June,
And having fought back from that day,
In 2001 when he did dance with death,
He now races the Marathon T52/53/54.
He most often competes alongside Weir,
But worries about safety combinations,
Because safety issues can concern him,
And the Zika virus was a scare, quite big.
He lives in Maryport but trains in Carlisle,
At the Sheepmount Stadium to neatly chat,
With olympians Tom Farrell and Nick Miller,
Who he knows to be top athletes, class.
Dr Ian Thompson, Tanni Grey’s hubby,
Who trained this fantastic legendary idol,
Also trains Simon by propelling, pushing,
Him to muscle on further and further.
In 2015 he did brave to firmly complete,
The Great North Run, the half marathon,
When he won the silver in the T53 class,
And he works as a car mechanic by day.
Categories:
farrell, body, courage, dream, endurance,
Form:
Blank verse
I drink my root beer
with soggy fries
soiled buns
Hamburg runs
while watching the tube
in an unsightly nude
give me a Draft or an A&W glass
sitting in this position, it hurts my advancing Ass
AMERICAN IDOL:THE OLD FOSSIL REVUE
Plenty of Famous Farts dying to perform for you
Sir Mick and Madam Paul
they both did rocked in THE GREATEST SHOW OF THEM ALL
Madonna and Michael Jackson are Down
it is getting harder for their fannies to move around
Prince Geldof Boomtown Rat
surely realizing that his bulge is getting Fat
Sir Rocket and The Piano Man
were getting TOO FRIENDLY with a local Girl Scout fan
John Travolta the SWEATHOG guy
was making out his Will 'cause he knows he's going to die
One aero plane to his favorite charity
A gyro copter to the Dentist,who removed an unwanted cavity
The Old GREASE leather apparel
going to his TV buddy..The MASH's own B.J. Mike Farrell
Barry Williams,Knight, and Lookinland Too
trying on a fling with their Sitcom Sisters..YOU-KNOW-WHO
William Shatner on his couch
His enormous belly has only just begun to tire and slouch
Farrah and Lee Majors STUCK
trying(separately,of course) to get a Hard-On -UCK
Karl Malden..coming back from the Dead
To invite Zeter Jones than Michael Douglas Instead
The Streets of Sitcom Heaven, where youth is always On
Malden is serenading pretty Catherine with a Song
Now it's time to end this prose
I hope that you can touch both your toes
Don't watch the crap
exercise daily to avoid this trap
and YOU WILL BE A LIFE OVERACHIEVER,INDEED!!
Categories:
farrell, funny, old, old,
Form:
Have you seen the movie
you know the one
Woody Allen,
the call girl, son
That’s my favorite
Mango
sauce,
sushi
sashimi
land of the lost
bad Santa, Will Farrell
Italian singers,
Bach,
Beethoven
your little fingers
Try this salad
Thai and sweet
I’m getting fat
what shall we eat
Chianti is good
neath these lights
sangria, and chili
lets cook tonight
have you read this book
War and Peace
I wanted to, someday
but wait for me
we’ll read each chapter
a verse in our bed
have you read
Gabriel Marquez
I’m feeling depressed
in one of my moods
coffee is best
when laying with you
Blender
high speed
look at it go
garlic
oil
oregano
make me a drink
the one that I like
Mexican food sounds good tonight
I love the feel
the look of this bar
shadows
light
particular charm
tell me that joke
tell it to him
the Scottish one
to my Scottish friend
Lets get a boat
fly a kite
go to new york
stay up all night
God is agape
do you know what that means
real Chili, you know
doesn’t have beans
I had a dream
It made me so angry
I don’t like Tabasco
on chicken fried gravy
Damn that’s hot,
I’m starting to cry
quit rubb’n your chin
without you I’d die
after we kiss
how far do we go
your driving is crazy
stay on the road
I think I have loved you
all of my life
my mother was his
birth midwife
chop up the garlic
pour me some wine
I think vinyl siding,
a capitol crime
wood
floors
solid
doors
a big back yard
a book case of course
can’t answer my phone
I’m quiet today
you know how I get
all there or away
buffalo burgers
tawaka and fries
”the best in the world”
ya right, that’s a lie!
But I do like these chips
take a picture with one
cashews from India
or Vietnam
drink your water
I swear that I will
you never told me that water can kill!!
tomatoes, fresh
I’ll pay with my cash
I love you so much I could (censord) !
Categories:
farrell, life, love, passion, me,
Form:
My Daughter Breezy Baby
Breezy baby your my little girl
Your my best friend and my whole world
You are my oldest my first born child
Your spirit untamed its beautiful and wild
You remind me of a mustang roaming the planes
My little hippie you dance in the rain
Amazing me with how alike we are
Regardless of distance no matter how far
So wise beyond your years is your old soul
The things you understand and the things you know
I swear its Crazy how much we are the same
Sagittarius born fire signs blazing our flame
You are the mirror image I see looking back
Antiqued reflection and beginning to crack
A diamond in the rough I guess you could say
With so much purpose as you make your way
Your guard always up always ready to fight
You race with the eagles gracefull in flight
Hard to keep up with and harder to match
Impossible to break and unlikely to catch
No trust do you give no ill motives gone unseen
Observing intentions and daring to dream
Competitive is your nature to stubborn to lose
To see from your eyes how different your views
You've always gone against the grain
No rhyme or reason and nothing to gain
You swim against the current and face to the wind
A tree will even break if it don't learn to bend
So majestic and free your spirit seems to soar
Expecting only earth and wanting no more
My Farrell baby I love you beyond any measure
Our precious moments in my heart do I treasure
I know that your hurting and your not sure why
Put your hand on your heart when you begin to cry
That's where I'll be just remember im near
I know the pain cause I've she'd the same tear
Be strong like you are it's the meaning of your name
Stay free for your momma and never let them tame
Breezy baby I wrote this poem special just for you only
Read it at those times when you're missing me and feeling lonely
My daughter know I love you know I cherish your very existence
Know that time nor space nor any thing can change my love for you not even distance
Im closer then you know I swear that much is true
Someday you will understand why I do the things I do
I will always be your momma and you will always be my heart
Someday will be together again and never again will part.
-Your momma Amber Smith
Happy Mother's Day 2017
Categories:
farrell, my child,
Form:
Acrostic
Church From Sin Was Sterile
Father Farrell found cat who had been feral,
Along with church that from sin was sterile;
Rules curve;
Beer serve,
So during sermon priest rolled out a barrel.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Another attempt resulted in anxiety,
And will run throughout our society;
In big wave,
To my grave,
And I am perturbed by his piety.
Jim Horn
Intensity of Propensity for Sensitivity
With our intelligence and much intensity,
That for we have an immense propensity,
Proclivity could be;
Desire would be;
Since training we selected was sensitivity.
Jim Horn
Narcolepsy is a neurological disorder which
affects the control of sleep and wakefulness.
Leprosy and hypocrisy. Combine these
together and make a poem out of them.
Practice of claiming to have moral standards
or beliefs to which one's own behavior does
not conform to; pretense
Blunt Stunt To Have Witch Hunt
Trump had been ballistics and blunt,
So when he would pull another stunt,
And then betwixt,
Voting was fixed;
Find results we went on a witch hunt.
Jim Horn
Crumble
fumble
humble
jumble
mumble
rumble
stumble
Approaching 6,666.
We did become deeply disenchanted,
When we had been taken for granted;
When sainted,
We had fainted,
Which is when we raved and ranted.
Jim Horn
Always Wonder Why He Does Deny
Always wonder why he does deny and lie
When what we want is go ahead and try,
Become involved;
Problem resolved
Solidly proving that Trump has been a spy.
Jim Horn
Did Deduct From Trump's Conduct
Always would know what we did deduct;
Out of control became Trump's conduct;
And he did scour,
For golden shower,
After eyebrows and hair he had plucked.
Jim Horn
Categories:
farrell, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Cameras snap the last actions as tourists flash
Bullets fly by at respective velocities in streets
As dark humor goes out the window in Bruges
Some one falls from the high church tower
Assisted by gravity, a force of nature works well
A push from a stranger works even better
To bring him to his senses, obsequious to that end
A splat, a stain on the pavement below, where else
On the square, over a glass, a sampling of fresh brew
A hit man, this time, does not miss his mark
The story, like the beer, is delicious this time of year
Authors Note: The film named “In Bruges” (Who would do such a thing?) is a gem of a movie.
Colin Farrell, (eye brows and all), stars with Brendan Gleeson and Ralph Fiennes. A must see.
Categories:
farrell, appreciation, celebrity, conflict, dark,
Form:
Free verse
The General stands at attention, West Point tall and straight
Gazing upon row after row of white headstones
On his shoulders lay the finality of their weight
Sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, gone too soon
Leaving families and friends staring at idle vacant rooms
The General remembers John Carroll, dad to Ian and Cheryl
Tucker Brown, Nicol Hood, David Yee, Linda Farrell
And Bill Markham son of school teachers Bill and Carol
Names and faces boomerang relentlessly inside his head
As he wonders when if ever the list will ever end
The General’s anguish as always is hidden from sight and sound
Years of discipline and training keep his feelings internally bound
He’ll issue exact and calculated battle orders knowing full well
The inevitable consequences of his actions will take him into hell
The General raises his arm in a perfect salute
As he strains to keep his visage calm and resolute
Hoping his appearance and poise reflect his affection and respect
For his military family lost in battle to his sorrow and regret
(And to whom he and America owe an unfathomable debt)
Rifles fire, “Taps” resounds, each soldiers’ earthly debts unbound
Brave soldiers now eternally asleep in hallowed ground
Grieving, the General curses the consequences in what all wars abound
He speaks to comrades denied life yet reborn in innocence absent sin
“Listen up, Soldiers, as I affirm your value to country, kith and kin
You were the best of our Nation’s assets, special and unique,
We will mourn your absence with our every heartbeat
For the brevity of your lives that war made incomplete
I was Country proud to serve with you
And Military proud to command you, too,
I’m a better man and soldier having served in your behalf
In God's Hands He’ll make sure you rest in peace at last”.
Categories:
farrell, life, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Passed through a period
of reading sports novels
Passed through a Dreiser, Farrell, Malamud, Baldwin
period
I am great at dropping names, aren't I ?
I've read a lot of poetry and have published a number of chapbooks
Once I had 13 poems in a civil rights magazine
Then I passe through a Tolkien period
and published fan - fic
and Tolkienesque poetry
After that I returned to Planet earth
and read "The Rise of David Levinsky" and other novels about the Lower East Side
I sometimes attend a New Age shul
WHERE THEY READ A POEM AT EVERY SERVICE.
poetry won't pay the bills
but it is a good way to socialize
And it often speaks to the heart
It's not everyone's cup of tea
Speaking of that
the Kettle is boiling and
I'll soon have another cup
and read the Book Review section
I had two odes published in the New York Times
last year
Boasting can be fun!
Especially if you are not wealthy
like the majority of the world's poets
and chess players
Categories:
farrell, feelings, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
You’re a yoddering snake of fake!
Feeble Farrell Farrelly!
I’d disembowel the bark of a tree of three
To rip out your organs and feed ‘em as fishery food!
Categories:
farrell, fun,
Form:
Vogon Poetry
Went to a postcard show today
Capitalism in action!
Picked up some nice cards
One dealer - whose parents were Holocaust survivors
Gave me a break on the price
Another collector at the show
was an old Army buddy of my father
Used to work for him at shows
He sold his collection for six figures!!
Used to work in the Wall Street area
for a rich French stamp dealer
He sold a stamp for seven figures!!!
The battle between socialism and capitalism still rages in this world
One does not have to read Ayn Rand
Nor does one have to read Tolkien
But they are two famed authors
which are worth dipping into if you get the chance
Years ago I read Studs Lonigan
James Farrell - another one worth reading
Poetry is the order of the day
for those who love verse
No one is shooting at us for writing verse
in this land
Enjoy the holiday season you out there in the darkness!!
Categories:
farrell, books, holiday,
Form:
Blank verse
Our Tattooed Priest Eating Food
They say precious Priest had been tattooed;
After eating Holy Food was further reviewed;
Had been brash,
Applying ash;
On his beautiful body a crucifix it did include.
Priest had enjoyed eating food for thought;
Worshiping before cross and being caught;
We then realized,
That he prophesized;
With beautiful organist who along brought.
Great food was found at our church feast,
And the more we ate our waist increased;
Where we live,
Up something give;
Do be able to stop eating dessert at least.
Church attendance was flowing and flowing;
Provided food there while we were knowing;
Have a brain;
No weight gain;
Our church is where they want to be going.
When deep river by our church did run by,
On God for food knew we were able to rely,
And while we abstain;
From over eating refrain;
Great sermon for Priest God would supply.
(Our permanent priest not a supply one.)
Are Imperil So Hired Father Farrell
Our church ended up over bulging barrel;
Hungered for food and we were imperil;
State of shock;
Chip off of block;
God finally had sent to us Father Farrel
Categories:
farrell, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Lenten Bible Study
Deacon Jean and Fr. Farrell will be co-leading a
Lenten Bible study through Zoom on Wednesdays
during Lent, starting on Ash Wednesday, February
17, at 10:30 AM. We will be reading together the
gospel of Matthew from Clarence Jordan’s Cotton
Patch Gospel, a translation of the New Testament
from the Greek that sets events in the
mid-twentieth-century South. The book and ebook
are available online.
Time: Feb 17, 2021 10:30 AM Eastern Time (US and Canada)
Every week on Wed, until Mar 31, 2021, 7 occurrence(s)
Feb 17, 2021 10:30 AM
Feb 24, 2021 10:30 AM
Mar 3, 2021 10:30 AM
Mar 10, 2021 10:30 AM
Mar 17, 2021 10:30 AM
Mar 24, 2021 10:30 AM
Mar 31, 2021 10:30 AM
Join Zoom Meeting
https://us02web.zoom.us/j/84989361207?pwd=c1VSc2RDNFZLWVovbDRIRGN6RnZKdz09
Meeting ID: 849 8936 1207
Passcode: 958761
Categories:
farrell, allegory, analogy,
Form:
The General stands at attention, West Point tall and straight
Gazing at row upon row of white headstones
On his shoulders lay the finality of their weight
Family, friends and patriots gone too soon
Heroes all and each one a heartfelt and generous boon
To those left behind grieving and staring at uninhabited rooms
The General remembers twin brothers Jake and Joe Farrell,
Mary and Linda Drake, only children of veteran Jim Merrill
Cpl. Tom Perkins, adopted orphan and amateur jockey
Reconnaissance scouts David Yee and Alfredo Pitney
Lives abruptly shorn, defiled by war, all lost forevermore
The General wonders if casualty lists will ever end
As faces and names boomerang relentlessly inside his head.
The General’s anguish remains hidden from sight and sound
Years of discipline and training keep his feelings internally bound
He’ll continue to issue battle planned orders of war knowing full well
The inevitable consequences will take him into despair and hell
As wounded and dead soldier counts are officially verified
Our finest assets, valiant and dedicated, are being sacrificed
The General raises his arm in a perfect salute
Tears form as he strains to keep his visage calm and resolute
Hoping his appearance and poise reflect his affection and respect
To his family members lost in battle to his overwhelming regret
(And to whom he and America owe a profound and unpayable debt)
Rifles fire, “Taps” resounds and all earthly obligations are offset
Soldiers are blessed and lovingly placed in military hallowed ground
As the General condemns the consequences in what all wars abound.
The General stands at attention, West Point tall and straight
Gazing at row upon row of white headstones
On his shoulders lay the finality of their weight
The General silently speaks to all who lie before him
“Listen up soldiers as I express your worth to country, kith and kin
You’re our Nation’s greatest assets, unique and country-true
We will always miss you and forever greatly mourn you
As we condemn the war that rendering your futures incomplete
I was country proud to serve with you
And military proud to command you, too,
I’m a better man and soldier having served on your behalf
In God’s loving hands may you rest in peace at last.”
Categories:
farrell, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme