Best Frederick Poems
Frederick did mount his bike.
‘Bye Mum I’m off for a hike’
he said, as he went on his way,
that day, one sunny Saturday.
He was very close to running over,
a snail emerging from the clover.
‘Too fast’ it said, ‘you’ll crush my shell’,
‘Why didn’t you just ring your bell?’
He carried on and rode some more,
Then saw a snake upon the floor.
‘Get past’ it said ‘you’re far too slow,
for across this path I need to go!’
He sped up at the snake’s request,
he simply thought that was best!
The trumpet sound forced a pause,
or an accident he would have caused.
‘Don’t you look where you are going?’
said the elephant, his temper showing.
‘To miss something as big as me,
means surely you cannot see!
Around the elephant he rode,
before he came across a toad,
who leaped Frederick, bike and all,
then shouted, ‘good job you’re not too tall!’
Frederick headed home, he’d had enough,
of all this really silly stuff.
‘Good ride?’ Frederick’s Mum enquired,
but she knew nothing as it transpired!
‘A talking snail, snake and toad,
forced me to cross the road
and the elephant I couldn’t see,
decided to have a go at me!’
His mother merely shook her head,
then demanded that he go to bed,
‘Your lies Frederick are so absurd,
the most outrageous I’ve ever heard!’
Then Frederick's dad came running in,
‘You won’t believe what I’ve just seen?’
an elephant, toad, snail and snake,
of that there can be no mistake!’
‘Oh, my word’ his mother gasped,
‘what did they want? may I ask'.
‘To tell Frederick that they’re alright
Despite him giving them a fright.’
~Frederic Chopin~
(Acrostic)
F antastic captivating, soulful music
R estful, serene very sweet love melodies
E ndearing, capturing soul and spirit with such
D ivine, calming wonderful notes
E nchanting Etudes and Preludes that
R eleases mind, heart soul and spirit
I ndwelling in everything it touches with it.
C hopin's music, and all his "Preludes" are masterpieces.
C hopin's classical music is so unique and beautiful
H earing it is a true blessing to the heart and soul
O ften heard all over the world
P recious and elegant, beautiful soft and romantic music
I mmortalized thank God forever and ever
N ow I thank him for all the beautiful music that he left us to enjoy.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
October.8.2015
Authors notes:
My very humbled tribute to Frederic Francois Chopin.
Frederic Francois Chopin(1810-1849) Pol. famous pianist and composer.
Repost of In Memory of Arthur Frederick Horn
Dad Did Die
Why was it really meant to be?
Dad did die serving his country
Me and my family are left alone
Each day when the sun had shone.
I am still so lonely each night
And sad tears off have to fight
Never receiving a one last kiss;
Him forever will always miss.
It is now another Veterans Day again;
My dad was one of many mighty men
Who for country had given his all
And for him one day God did call.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Bolivia, NC Name of Father
Arthur Frederick Horn, CPO, AOC, USN
USS Aircraft Carrier Intrepid CVA-11
Killed on August 8th, 1956
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
A rogue dentist called Frederick McCrouth
Brought misery to many a ones mouth
Caused his patients great pain
Done for profit and gain
Eventually their teeth all fell south.
Frederick's nickname was' dentist from hell'
Gold implants at a high price he would sell
He was caught in a trap
Is now up on a rap
Justice caught him and he's now in a cell.
Written on 9th January 2019
For limerick 11 poetry contest
Sponsored by Joseph May.
Frederick Waddell
1893-1919
Kathrene Mary cojoled me not to blush.
Blush as red as a boiled lobster.
Kathrene Mary insisted that I not touch.
Touch and grope as a feathered Jove.
In the eternal equinox of April evening,
She gave me a signet ring,
With my initial engraved thereto,
As a token of our tryst together.
“W” reminded me of her,
Her voluptuous facade,
Her voluminous assemblage,
Her robust vanguard,
Of desious daydreams in the suave shadows,
Of amazing nocturnal delights,
Of lickerish ravishments and
Private investigations,
In the astonishing membranes
Of abject titillation.
But let it be known:
I died devastated,
Devastated that I never beheld
My sweet son and daughter,
Devastated that I never beheld
The sagging bosom of old age.
And now here in my grave,
I blush for the worms.
Your photo sits still
in first blushes of youth,
this green and pleasant land
resplendent, wanting your footprints
upon it's sands but king and country
laid down all plans of a youthful man.
How will it be when we meet
further from the stars, all I have been
blessed to see but no commitment,
just a breeze, will you still be wanting me?
My days upon this unyielding land
I know, like my heart beat, beginning
to slow but every last breath, I inhale you stronger,
you were my beau, you died a soldier.
Haunted towers and fallen houses,
Tell tales with bricks and mortars:
Of scions spun by sprouts of spouses,
Slogging limbs for quarters.
Each day is spent in catalepsy,
Metabolized days in seconds.
Meant for manufactured folly,
That Frederick Usher reckons.
In a nameless, numbered working wight,
In his capital-crafted, corporate culture,
Taphophobia fails to fright,
In spite of vivisepulture.
Knowing not what nor who to fear,
By the hand of advertisement,
Has made this nameless numbered sphere,
A ball for disfranchisement.
Masquerades and predilections,
Ancient artifacts of arcane dictions,
Democracy deigning occasioned elections,
Propagandizing peoples' predictions.
How old and long is this ongoing show?
Each season is getting worse.
The cast of castes continues to grow;
They've little time to rehearse.
Still we clap in silent applause,
Echoed in telemetric fashion.
As if some mandatory laws,
Keep this heap of trash in.
Ah yes, this so-called garbage place,
Named by its felon king,
Failed to cancel his putrid grace,
And bend to kiss his ring.
Houses haunted by his tower,
Fall for tales of what was great,
Buried alive for peddled power;
His hope's disguise for hate.
Paul Frederick Simon
who is nicknamed rhymin’
for a while on Art Garfunkel was reliant
and gave us The Sounds of Silence
He worked so hard to get to the top
Day after day, refusing to stop....
For the joy of just living he had no time
Always chasing that almighty dime...
After years of struggle he reached his goal
But all the stress had taken its toll....
Family gone, his health so bad
His smile now perpetually sad....
So if your tempted by power and gold
Remember Fred and the story he told..
Think carefully before you choose
And remember all that you have to lose
Frederick the Froggie king rides the eleventh sea.
He makes no apologies to the country or me.
I am the king of land, but he is king of the sea.
He steals my gold and silver with a hee hee hee.
I have tried to make a friend of this pirate king.
He thinks it is hilarious, it makes his heart dance and sing.
He steals my wives, my emeralds and my diamonds with bling.
I never know what his terror on the eleventh sea will bring.
I plan to provoke him, Uncle Jim said.
He did a great job too, really riled him up.
But it was no use, Frederick was totally trained.
I should know. I trained him myself.
I am up to the challenge, offered Grandpa Pete.
I did not intervene, amused as he called him names.
He picked up a stick so I shot it out of his hands with a cannon.
You always did overreact he said. He huffed into the house, mad.
My totally exasperating sister came out next to join the frivolities.
I waited until she got within a foot of Sir Frederick.
Sic Her! I screamed. Remembering all the times she had bullied me.
She was gone in seconds; just a fizzle left.
I guess that taught her not to tease a dragon
Or a sister
Frederick Ogden Nash
did a lot more than sling hash
his poetical humor knew no bounds
and his writing never failed to astound
Frederick Frog wooed Willamenia Woo Cup.
They went to dine, and slurpily sup.
Flies were on the menu, fresh from a corpse, rotting.
They were excited with each other, truly besotting.
They danced the tango, watusi, and a wild twist too.
They had a marvelous time, these cute spotted two.
They won a dance contest, and she danced on a pole.
He watched with his eyes, his libido, his joy and his soul.
They ended up married, yet they still dance up a storm.
If you are going to visit them, I feel you ought to be warned.
They have seventeen kids, and they are all dancers too
And they will make you dance along, and they’ll cover you with goo.
They will see a giant fly if you show up unannounced.
They almost got me. They are fast, and they pounced.
So they are sweet if you are frogs, so go see them, please do.
But if you are a fly, keep moving and wear a really fast shoe.
negligeed shape -
innocence becalmed in deep sleep
Frederick Fox went a courting on a summer’s day fine
Object of his desire was a vivacious vixen named Madeline
They got along like a roof gets along with a gargoyle
Like a garden takes to luscious black healthy soil
He was thrilled with his date, and she seemed excited with he.
Maybe a future for these two could easily be.
But then he brought up children, and she did not want any.
This was not Frederick’s plan, for he wanted at least twenty.