Best Follies Poems
The homophobic banker he was penned
That careless fool was found to misspend
He thought prison would be cake
Until he met fat old Jake
Now he has got a hairy boyfriend!
Small little Halle, Molly, and Dolly
full of mischief, puppy collies;
climbing over each other in their folly.
Snarling and growling, around in the yard,
while Reilly the Saint Bernard stands guard.
Reilly rolls onto its back, as they come hard
climbing all over, nipping and licking volley.
4/9/2021
These demimondaines, these Follies, on their Parisian stage
Frequently exciting in titillation to naked bare they
Encouraging heckles in erupt amidst sweated brows
Congressional Follies
What’s happening in this world of ours
That use to be ideal
Congress has become a joke
They don’t care what the people feel
Politician's play the power game
Washington’s in disarray
Grown men acting like children
It’s time they went away!
They brought shame upon America
Leading us to the brink
Virtually playing poker
Gambling the other side would blink
Krushchov once predicted
They would conquer from within
Seems like Congress is abetting them
What they’re doing is a sin!
Let’s send GROWN men to congress
Fold the playpen up for good
Remind them who elected them
Make sure it’s understood
No more playing politics
Getting cozy with pay for play
Get America back on track
Or we’ll take their jobs away!
Copyright2011 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
O Earth, Sweet Earth, Forgive My Follies
O' earth , earth , sweet earth forgive my follies,
ten thousand days of roaming upon thy bosom
slashing and bruising in wicked deeds;
no foresight in my multitude of transgressions,
so guilty of grief and pain inflicted
in ignorance of thy many desperate needs!
Perhaps a vain wish! Yet my spirit still prays
for a gift, a chance at dearest redemption
granted , sweet solace merciful in the giving;
soft tunes, singing such kindness in song,
Nature's elements dancing with tenderness and
beautiful clouds celebrating all that is living!
Robert Lindley , April 1991
Rewritten from memory. I think fairly close but do know
it is not 100 percent as originally written 23 years ago.
I find it hard to do such rewrites because I always seem
to remember the original version to be much better!
Perhaps just my engaging in wishful thinking.lol
natures jollies we see human follies
donkey raced down to the lea
happy, happy, like a bee
racing for his flower
a mare feeling his sour
he was the collector
of her nectar
he wanted some now
now, now,now
of her, to sow
sow, sow, sow
he had needs
he had greed
he had neglect
for her respect
wielding his hoofs
as she stood aloof
she wasn't game
for his shame
she fought back
from his verbal attacks
he begged her please
for some cheese
she turned...his braying ways
for lasting days
he was an ass
so goodbye to their past
so in natures jollies
we see human follies
now, now, now
do we really
or am i being silly
the main thing
the message is not arcane
connie pachecho
1/19/17
My chicken has been flickin'
Her feathers in the hay
The cattle waged a battle
In their field the other day
A turkey feeling perky
Jumped up and ran away
Feeling daft, I laughed and laughed,
That's all I've got to say.
“Don’t take candy from a stranger,”
My mother said,
Unless you’re dressed like Frankenstein
With a hideous mask on your head.
If Christmas is about a baby’s birth,
Why do we buy trinkets and bobbles,
For all daddy’s worth?
When that baby died,
And rose from the dead,
To celebrate they told me,
A rabbit can lay an egg.
12/2/2023
Oh, the excruciating job of finding
a comfortable pair of shoes!
And why do we fall asleep so darn
early at night?
Driving after sundown is a fright!
Hey, gravity, stop pulling on my face!
There's a younger man I wish to date!
Desiring to dance like a sexy Sambista,
but why does sitting seem to be my fate.
Can you please help me bring the those
groceries in?
Stop staring at me~that's really no sin.
By the way, what's my cousin's phone
number, I cannot recall.
Seniors to God, are close and very dear.
What's that you said, my dear?
So sorry, I cannot hear!
Ferociously fought Footballer's in Fray on Field,
Italian storm did French fend off fairly for a time;
Materazzi muttered malicious mouthful,
Zinedan Zidane zealous; headbutt callous
Chest of foe concave became
Fell to pitch, 'nother victim o' Zidane
Red card issued, final curtain
Frenchies lose, Zidane for certain.
Porky Pig plastic bank, streaked with tears
Offered at my parent's bedside as they quarrel
over money scarce like the scent of angels
Bickering exhaustion
that steals the dark's stillness.
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7am Saturday morning cartoons
incentive to rise and spy Bugs Bunny
a trickster, brash, cocky
pulling me into rabbit hole hijinks
Elmer Fudd befuddled - Daffy Duck diddler
Road Runner renegade, as Wile E. Coyote flattened
explosive pursuits
surreal mirth
Jarring clang of animation - smack down liberated
from the blare of discontent
Saturday morning cartoons, Looney capers,
sketching my childhood fantasy
in flannel pajamas comfort
For a TV box, within my reach, magical getaway
vortex of forgetting
Cartoons of hilarity
washing my sealed world in whimsy
unfastening laces of grit
thriving like the history carried within us
robbed, from a child's bank of remembering.
Poem revised: January 27, 2021
How can I mingle with the poor, I’m a millionaire,
My intellect superior,
And the masses inferior.
I am a street sweeper, my name is Jane,
Passers by think I’m insane,
I am the sole earner in a family of five.
I have been voted in as a president,
Those idiots out there, who stand for hours,
Just to wave to me in heat, snow or showers.
I am an un-qualified plumber, I fix toilets and drains,
The hoi polloi insinuate I have no brains,
But it pays a doctor, and feeds us our daily bread.
I sing at concerts, I fill halls and sport stadiums,
Fans love me and know I’m a treat,
Four thousand dollars for a front seat.
I am a train driver and get home very late,
Dinner always on the table prepared by my mate,
My salary is meager but my heart full of faith.
I am a film producer and bring starlets to fame,
Nothing’s changed, they climb ladders as yesteryear,
Come here and do as I say, good girl, what a dear.
I live on this block and get paid for my tricks,
My mom died of drugs, and my dad from drink,
I was left holding the proverbial baby.
I am a porter and carry bags for the rich and famous
My work environment is a 5 Star hotel,
My digs in the back yard of a dump, with a bad smell.
MY INSPIRATION FOR THIS POEM
Did you watch the film ‘Don’t look up’
Where the rich ruled the roost,
And a comet hits and destroys planet earth,
Well, the film ends with the elite on a plane,
Anyone with wealth, power, or fame,
Flying to a destination unknown to the world,
Far from earth, a paradise they thought,
As they came down the plane stairs,
Filthy rich, all billionaires
Met by prehistoric dinosaurs
Who devour them, tearing all to pieces,
All life that descends from that plane, ceases.
Karma it seems does exist,
As depicted in this film script.
Another day of work
begins at 6 and ends at 2
could be dead, could be busy
don't know for sure
everyday is different from the last
fast food is unpredictable
guess I'll have to wait and see
how busy we're going to be
I'll count down the minutes til I get to leave
just to do it all over again on Friday at 4.
Used to act this one out in grade school.would run my hands down face as flowing tears as I recited.Always well received ok here it goes....
Birdie ,Birdie, in the sky
Why you poo poo in my eye
Me no Bawl
Me no cry
Me just glad that cows don't fly
If memory serves Jonathan winters was the poems source.I was just
too happy to share his genius with the world.
Diamonds and roses, a wall
Painted with blood and tears
Glass slippers, a ball
Slept for a hundred years
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