Best Fella Poems
The majestic Murray cod is native to Australia's inland rivers including the Murray River. It grows to a maximum size of about 6 foot and 250 lb in weight. The maximum estimated age is about 50 years. Divers in clear water are often confronted by these huge gentle fish that are very curious. Those that stare eye-to-eye with these magnificent creatures in the wild, or in tanks in captivity, are spooked and deeply affected by the experience. I was part of a team of scientists that established the age and growth of Murray cod. I live in awe of them to this day. Take a trip and stare eye-to-eye with a cod before you die.
Big Fella Cod
Murray cod sublime
when met, looked at eye to eye
so deeply profound
Categories:
fella, fish, nature,
Form:
Haibun
They conquered my land
They stole it away
Made a ball of my head in the sand
So black fella dies
As white fella lies
For assimilation we qualifies
They took away our babies
Make a good life for em
No, if’s or but’s or maybe’s
With drink and the Mission
They broke up tradition
For marriage white fella permission
Aborigines in shanties now congregate
Even though for forties years
Black fella this land did habitate
White fella does what he will
With trees and land fill
As our home he continue to kill.
Categories:
fella, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I was enjoying myself in a bubble bath, as suddenly, a mouse dropped in.
Maybe I would of panicked, but she swam immediately, to the other end!
I suddenly felt so sorry for my, now clean, little, cutsey, mouse, that…
I stretched out my washcloth, by the edges, to lift her carefully, out, no doubt!
As she reached the rim, lickety split, she bounded out, so sweet.
And I settled down, again, to finish my enjoyable, bathy treat.
Suddenly, a thought arose… after getting her out, to my relief…
Suddenly I Shuttered, with the thought that, ‘what if she had pee’d’.
So I shot out of the tub, quivering all over… from head to toe.
I let the water out so fast, and scrubbed it with bleach, quite so!
Then, I called, to borrow, the neighbors tub… I was THAT freaked out!
She said yes, and had quite a laugh, at the antics of my little mouse, fallout!
But heading over, I met someone, on the way… Yep! The MOUSE, again!
And how did I know it was, the one in the same, you say? Well, now, I can grin!
She had a fetching, little bubble bath hat! Yep! We’d both been trying to get away!
Poor little thing had been just as disturbed, as me, as we’d scurried about, that day.
So I turned back to my very own tub… Thanking God that my little friend …
Had definitely decided, not to stay! And here my tale does end!
For the: Reinvent Contest from ‘Strange Bathfellows’
Categories:
fella, adventure, fantasy, funny, giggle,
Form:
Light Verse
"Sweet Dinah won't you blow my horn?"
She's in the kitchen shucking corn
And when she hums
The whole world comes
To bless the day when she was born!
Categories:
fella, humor,
Form:
Limerick
You are the button-down mind of my dreams; all safe
and tucked away in the regimented reality of your nine-to-five
world. I want to tie you to a straight-back chair, lover-boy,
and squeeze some spontaneity out of you. Rattle 'round
your work-bound imagination; set fire to your spreadsheets,
and snap the erasers off the pencils you still use. Are you
getting this picture? Dinner's at eight, don't be late; your mom's
keeping the kids. Francis will be on the stereo. When you hear
"All of me, why not take all of me." Well!
If you have one creative bone left in your body.....
Categories:
fella, love,
Form:
Narrative
My little fella
I held you softly against me
For only a few minutes
Staring into the horrified eyes of a nurse
Who saw death
Where I saw love in an ocean of bitter sadness
My little fella
I gave birth to you
Alone and terrified
Under the blinding darkness of a silver neon sign
Following a failed anaesthetic
Under the hurried footsteps of a panicked nurse
My little fella
I was able to give you a name
I was able to give you an official place
In this silent, frightened world
Where every time there's a blunder
Preventing a well-deserved place
My little fella
Free yourself from me
Fly away
To other joys
With a light heart
For a beautiful illuminated life
Fly away, my little fella
I'll always be there for you
And for all those who left too soon
Without hope of a happy tomorrow
Leaving waves of unfulfilled love
That return with each generation in the hope of happy days.
Categories:
fella, baby, blessing, boy, death,
Form:
Free verse
Hey you Indian fella in solitude
Hey you ruler of papers in silence
The two pens or one you get use of
The reggae music of mute you listen to
Your wandering soul in seasons
The themes, the loneliness, the dreams
The dead words you inspire
The cold land, the drops, the black and white you weave,
The ancient dark caves of thoughts you pierce,
The butterflies, the flowers, the blossoms
The cold winter day,
The poor ones purified under the rain,
Oh…Wing I have words with you
Of those ones in your mind
And of the ones in no one’s mind
Philosophy, value, chaos
Ingratitude, infatuation, complex
Loneliness, marginalized, inhumanity
Art, books, no where land
Utopia, love, ego
Superego, politics, swamp
Repetition, debate, proving
Flying, infinity, being
Revenge, psychopath, innocence
Salvation, sympathy, solitude
And the numb papers and
The disabled dancing pens.
Categories:
fella, friendship, life, love, mystery,
Form:
There was a young woman named Bella
Who tried to impress a young fella
Rain intensified
So she went to his side
And opened her yella umbrella
Categories:
fella, fun, humor, romance,
Form:
Limerick
I remember in my heart the first time we met, I thought,
“He’s just not my kind of fella’”.
But I knew I was wrong, when on our third date, he sang to me,
“The Rest Of Mine” acappella.
I knew right then, that he had my heart. There was no way
of turning back now.
But I really should have listened to the words. He was
telling me, that he knew I would end up hurting somehow.
He knew that he wouldn’t be able to be here for me,
after it was all said and done.
As much as he loved me, he knew then and there, that I
would end up sad and alone.
A couple of weeks later he moved far away, but when he left, he left
me his shirt.
I slept with it at night, held on to it tight. Silly, but it
took away the hurt,..
Of the lonely weeks that I spent there without him, while
waiting to be by his side.
Little did I know that in a short time I would
end up being his bride.
A few good years were spent in his arms, feeling so
safe and protected.
But the inevitable was yet to come. When I married him,
this I accepted.
It happened so fast, it seemed like a flash. He was there
one minute, and then he was gone.
It’s been two years now, and I’m still wondering, “Was I really
supposed to be alone?”
And now there are times when I’m sad and lonely
and nothing can take away the hurt.
I listen to that song, lay my head on my pillow, and cling
tightly to that old tattered shirt.
Categories:
fella, death, love, sad, sad,
Form:
phallic hellic gallic fella,
slipped and fell into the cellar,
gargled with a vat of wine,
stayed for a longish time,
when he found one Isabella,
she was dark as one othello,
hot and steamy primed to go,
seconds later there she blows,
yes you bloody so n so
said the Isobella...
words could not dispella.
i do rattle on ,
Its her fault........Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Don
As you see below Linda-Marie,
your words were ferterlized by me,
so i put it in a poem,
chinese phallus buzzing home..
Yes trials is what its all about,
come here to suffer learn about,
tangled pig trough for the snout,
this methinks without a doubt... :)
Categories:
fella, adventure
Form:
Rhyme
What a fella what a lovely fella happened their way
What a generous fella to kindly offer all these gifts and his services for free
He was of the mind to give them some of his grub
But he waited until it got rank and mouldy first
He then offered them a sip of his tea
But thought it best to spit in it first
He was generous with his backhanded compliments
never missed a beat in his dance of deceit
his two faced stance well maintained to entice the flies to his web
Bothered to put on a show to appear likeable and relatable too, what a gent
As he knit picked at their lives and put a spin on every word they uttered
he meant to gently pump them up for intel for reasons known only to himself
A mission that sadly bounced hard and flopped
For that last bit I blame who ever created the character of James Bond
Has the likes of him curtain twitching and meddling for dear life
Convinced every foreign woman wants to get their mits on them, I mean resounding yuck please!
His exotic fare he elaborately served on a bed of fake pleasantly, seasoned with a dash of bogus laughter
He seemed appalled that they could be handed a chance at anything at all
before he got to take at least ten more chances that he doesn't even need
God forbid anyone else aside from him gets any upliftment
Joy should start and end only with him and his kin
and compassion should only ever be pointed his way
He enjoys his loot only when others stay beneath him, and thrives when disparity amounts
There is a hole where this man's soul ought to be
And that's if it was ever there in the first place
Maybe all he ever had is this humongous gaping emptiness
that he has to fill at all odds because its eating him alive
It seems it can only ever be filled by him generously spreading misery and contempt
He tries to fill it with greed and a haughty demeanour
Little does he know it will never suffice
Somethings no amount of wealth can ever buy
Maybe he never got enough hugs as a child
I mean one might be born into abject poverty
but it never stops their parents from raising loving compassionate children, one hug at a time
Sometimes that's all a soul needs to thrive
What a fella, poor fella with a stone for a heart
and pockets weighed down by gold
Categories:
fella, character, england, games, humanity,
Form:
I know a smart fella called Tom,
On the ice, he wouldn't last long!
A flip, or a twist,
A broken leg or wrist.
On the ice, he shouldn't have gone!
Categories:
fella, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Has this ever happened to you
While bending down to tie up your shoe
You let go a big fella
Destroying the credenza
Bump your head and don't know who's who
Categories:
fella, celebration,
Form:
Limerick
It’s pouring down rain, big puddles on the street,
School is out, at the bus stop the kids all meet.
The girls have red capes and carry umbrella’s,
Black boots and raincoats are worn by the fella’s.
At home I’ll change into my PJ’s made of silk,
Then Mom will give me some cookies and milk.
Categories:
fella, child,
Form:
Rhyme
old man sits gaze a
blue moon, quiet spreads, dog climbs~~
a chair, stares up, howls
Date: 06/10/2019
Syllable Counter checked: 5-7-5
Categories:
fella, dog, longing, moon, nature,
Form:
Haiku