Best Fordham Poems
FOR FOOLISH FOURTH WIVES
Fordham Belfour, on 4th street, fell afoul of fabulous foreplay
Four minutes before he forgot to catch the 4:44
Fortunately his forgiving fourth wife
Fell for his foolish failure to perform
Categories:
fordham, funny,
Form:
Alliteration
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI (ANDRESS)
(Continuation)
So I guess I'll keep dreaming...and hoping...that maybe...THE GODS WILL
RETURN...OR MAYBE I'LL KEEP LOOKING!
LOVE IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL WORD...and I love those "Cry-baby" films!
By the way...I am "The World's Strongest Man!"
Poet's Own Notes:
At a 'strength contest' at Sam's Club in Honolulu, Hawaii...I out-lifted the 'World's
Strongest Man'...as 'he' at a bodyweight of over 900 lbs...and I at a bodyweight
of 151 lbs...(and I was 5' 11" tall)...and 'he' reputedly had security weightlifting
equipment on...and I was wearing street-clothes...'he' 'deadlifted' a 323
lb...marine battery a reputed 18 times...with a reputed 3 rests (the longest a
reputed 15 to 20 minutes)...and I 'deadlifted' that same type of battery (there
were a number of similar batteries)...21 times with one rest of less than five
minutes...Hank Fordham, II, is the Security Chief over ALL WALMARTS AND
SAM'S CLUBS in the United States (my classmate at Punahou School...who
stands 6' 4" tall)...can confirm all of this...and Hank was responsible for securing
those marine batteries for a 'contest of strength'...based upon a prophetic word
he heard from 'THE SOURCE OF LIFE'...The Original...The Last...The Eternal...and
The Only True Source of ALL POWER...who created ALL 'so-called GODS' (The
Holy Trinity, Allah, Buddha, even Satan, etc.)...Hank's dad...Hank, Senior, was
gloriously and blessedly resurrected...AND THE ENTIRE FORDHAM FAMILY IS SO
GRATEFUL FOR THIS! (I, Thomas, am grateful that Henry had the faith for this!)
Categories:
fordham, absence, angel, april,
Form:
Ballad
There were six in the cylinder,
Strapped to his side,
He stood tall,
And walked with pride.
His feathered friend, Hawk,
Upon his shoulder,
No, he didn't talk,
But was so much bolder.
Out west they would ride,
Toward the setting Sun,
Upon his horse,
Named Son-of-a-gun.
When the day had ended,
They would rest their bones,
Sit by the campfire,
And sing their songs.
The life they led,
Was a simple one,
Not much to dread,
But a lot of fun.
Fishing in the river,
They would catch their meals,
While son-of-a-gun,
Would graze the fields.
Every so often,
On the trail, they led,
A stranger would appear,
Sometimes shooting lead.
But this one fateful day,
A stranger did appear,
A six gun at her side,
But nothing to fear.
Her name was Ringo Kady,
With Sally on her lap,
Strumming a little song,
While the cows took a nap.
So not fearing each other,
They decided to talk,
Got off their horses,
And took a little walk.
Small talk was common,
In those days of the west,
They would tell of the news,
That they knew best.
Now on this day,
As they walked and talked,
The sun started setting,
You could hear his screeching hawk.
Time to make camp,
And rest for the night,
So in came hawk,
And gave Kady a fright.
But the stranger assured her,
That there's nothing to fear,
Hawk is a friend,
One to have near.
So resting again,
They decided to sing,
She got out Sally,
And strummed like a queen.
The song was simple,
But said so much,
Enjoying their company,
Now to keep in touch.
Addresses were given,
At the break of day,
And off again,
Going their way.
Kenneth Fordham
2008
Categories:
fordham, fantasy, funny, humorous, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
The Spiders home
So small so thin,
Do you ever think
Where's she's never been?
She spins her home
Then just waits
Hoping for a meal
At her gate.
You'll never see
A tear she might shed
For getting love
Her mate does dread.
Saunter to the web
Is what he must do
Hoping she doesn't
Turn him to stew.
A simple life
Like so very many
Exiled to ground
With legs so skinny.
Feared by many
When sneaking around
Heavy breath
Does abound.
Kenneth Fordham 9-25-2017
Categories:
fordham, funny, imagination, insect, scary,
Form:
Rhyme
From a sleepy mind, unable to sleep...
These words I do feel deep...
The Soup has become my
number one family
One I spend my time with great joy,
I hope I don't too often annoy...
But that's what ya get,
When ya read a dumb goy...
Seriously (or as close as I can get)- to Christy- I am so glad you love the Shivaree
song- it was on the ending soundtrack to Kill Bill II. I first heard of it on a great
NYC college radio station, WFUV, from Fordham University...I was driving when I
first heard it, and nearly crashed! I was awestruck, and haunted...I ordered the
CD from Amazon (you can get anything there!)...and have heard it many times. I
have not been able to "get into" most of the other songs, because if you put a
Picasso next to the Mona Lisa, you can't really judge. I have trouble lately getting
a continuous clean video (on You Tube, same as you)- and hope there is a video
available from Amazon, but haven't checked it out yet.
To my precious Shar, you are so sweet, and easily the most popular poet on the
soup (well deserved)- I often get so wrapped up in writing, I have to train myself
to read more- And I've been trying...ever amazed by the talent I read, there is not
enough time in the day...and the reading is so pleasureable, it ought to be taxed!
(oops, none of us want that, it was a pun..."Monty Python"...the parrot sketch),
what a joy to have this great library to enjoy for years to come...And Christy, why'd
ya' send the racoon here?- He just left and I had to join "The Racoon Club" to get
him to go...Ya'll great, and I still got an hour or three left in me...
Categories:
fordham, computer-internet, education, family, friendship,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The playwright was most effective
As the dramatic illuminator
Of his own tristful destiny
As well as those of his kinfolk.
And of the two plays that treat
Of the tragic Tyrones
One features James,
His wistful pheere Mary,
And his two troubled offspring
A quartette of characters
Based respectively
Upon O'Neill's father James,
His mother Ella,
O'Neill himself,
And his elder brother, Jamie
Who had he not sought
Such fatal Lethe
Might have evolved into
A great actor like his father,
Or a writer like his brother,
Such was the luminous
Brilliance of his early promise.
How richly blessed he'd been
At birth with charm and intellect.
While part of the
Minim Department
Of Notre Dame University,
He was a favoured prince
Destined for a future
As a Catholic gentleman
Of exquisite breeding
And learning; and then
A prize-winning scholar
At Fordham, from which
He came to be expelled
For a foolish indiscretion.
While the other is an account
Of poor Jim Tyrone's
Last attempt at securing
Some kind of earthly felicity,
Through his love for Josie, a
Woman with a heart as vast
As the sorrows of his life,
A Moon for the Misbegotten.
Categories:
fordham, addiction, education, family, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Oasis of a Dream
In a Tranquil absence of Soul.
Aspirations of the Heart Abound.
Incense pay Homage to Dreams of fragile Love,
Floating away on a Cloud.
Suck at the Breast of Sorrow,
For Knowledge unbeknown,
You Reckless Beast of Burden Elude.
Quench Thirst with Sorrow of undying love,
In Turmoil forgotten,
Delicate Monster of Doom.
Kenneth Fordham
7/19/2017
Categories:
fordham, depression, desire, dream, heartbreak,
Form:
Free verse
It is said they are wise,
Beyond belief,
If you listen closely,
They can ease your grief.
If I only knew,
The words he says,
Maybe, just maybe,
It would ease my head.
For she has left me,
And I don’t understand,
What I did wrong,
For her to leave this land.
If she only knew,
The hurt in my heart,
Would she come back,
And give a new start?
My love for her,
Will never die,
For I am but man,
Trying, not to cry.
So tired I am,
Of the way I feel,
Only wanting,
A love that is real.
Too much to ask,
Maybe so,
I am just a man,
Never to know.
Kenneth Fordham
9-27-2018
Categories:
fordham, emotions, lost love, love
Form:
Rhyme
I follow the arrow,
Into the snow,
Where it will go,
I'm not to know.
The river so brown,
The tree so green,
Must be the Winter,
Or maybe the Spring.
I look to the sky,
The star I do see,
So dark is the night,
How can this be?
The light is there,
Or is it not?
I care I care,
What you forgot.
Follow me please,
Where er'e I go,
Don't ask a question,
There's no need to know.
The river is flowing,
The tree sways a lot.
This I am knowing,
But you forgot.
Dance with me dance,
To the music we hear,
Dance like a pro,
Without a care.
Follow my steps,
As we flow round the floor,
Follow the arrow,
Like never before.
The snow so cold,
Bare feet we share,
I feel so old,
In my rocking chair.
What's next we ask,
Someone knows,
Look to the west,
It grows it grows.
Wilder than ever,
In a dream of tears.
We have to face,
Our fears our fears.
Questions are answered,
With coming of years.
Questions of young ones,
But we do not fear.
Knowing is knowing,
Fear not fear not.
Time it is flowing,
But never forgot.
Kenneth Fordham 9-23-2017
Categories:
fordham, age, dance, destiny, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
One has no voice,
The other has no eyes.
They walk together,
So there is no surprise.
One is a tall man,
The other small.
One has a vision,
And tells all.
You need only ask,
If you dare,
But you better be careful,
You better beware.
Knowing what he knows,
Knowing what he shares,
Knowing where he goes,
Only the boldest dares.
The blind man looked in the mirror,
And saw dirt on his face.
The mute heard himself speak,
But wondered what’s his fate?
Lye soap in the vat,
Don’t take a bath.
The vessel to his heart,
Is what you lack.
Drifting into the unknown,
Further than ever before.
His predetermined destiny,
Befalls him once more.
Kenneth Fordham
12-17-2018
Categories:
fordham, confusion, courage, friendship, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
I dream,
Where are you?
I love you?
But I don’t know you.
A dream?
There you are,
A dream?
How can this be?
The park so beautiful,
Children play,
A dream?
We touch,
We play,
A dream?
What fun,
What love,
A dream?
A love that can never be?
What dream?
My heart breaks,
But I must let you go.
No more dreams?
No more tomorrows?
A dream?
A kiss?
The moon fades.
Kenneth Fordham
5-28-2018
Categories:
fordham, dream, goodbye, love,
Form:
Free verse
The mirror in the lake.
Is it there?
An illusion?
Touch it.
Is it still there?
Go deeper to the bottom.
Is it there?
Take it out if you can.
Tell me it's shape.
Is there a mistake?
Was it just a reflection?
Maybe of you?
Maybe of your heart?
The calm of the water, reflects all!!
You see what is there,
You see what is not.
A journey to the bottom,
Or No further than the top.
Each Man has a journey in life.
Each many different paths to choose from.
Which one you take determines your whole life.
Choose wisely.
Be true to yourself.
There is no turning back!!!
Kenneth Fordham
12-10-2018
Categories:
fordham, adventure, imagination, mirror, perspective,
Form:
I would that I could but dance with you forever,
Be the happiest that two could ever be,
Us in each other's arms,
Not just making love, but being in love.
Notes of love, drifting,
Lifting up with the breeze,
Drifting into the souls of two,
Destined to dance.
Our hearts, our souls, as one,
Beating together in time with the music,
Outside under the stars, in the moonlight,
Slowly swaying in our arms.
Desires of love, a dream they dream,
A love so profound,
That they could never part.
The pulse of the universe in our hearts ......
Forever.
Kenneth Fordham
11-07-2008
Categories:
fordham, desire, i love you,
Form:
A gentle breeze blowing,
Coolness in the air,
But still a feeling of loss,
A feeling of despair.
All dreams shattered,
All dreams torn apart,
All dreams we had,
Never to part.
But she never loved me,
Not the way she said,
Just another liar,
To mess with your head.
How could I have loved her,
Without knowing how she was,
Given my heart so easily,
Shown her the love in my heart?
Guess it doesn’t matter,
For I know she doesn’t care,
Guess it doesn’t matter,
Though my love is in the air.
There can never be another,
To take my love away,
There can never be another,
That I will ask to stay.
My heart has been broken,
Without a second thought,
A heart that would have loved,
With a love that could not be bought.
Kenneth Fordham
9-25-2018
Categories:
fordham, farewell, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme