Best Haw Poems
Swirl me, twirl me, spin me ‘round
My eyes are covered, subject not found.
Direct me here, then block me there
Smiles and snickers; won’t give a care.
Hates me, baits me, friend or foe
I stop to listen but never know.
Frizzy, dizzy, can’t find the beast
Removing blind, tail’s pinned on me!
Hey all you nice people, got a fantastic idea
Let's party, we could load up on beer and pizza
Maybe dance in the moonlight
While trying to remain upright
In spite of downing six bottles of tequila
© Jack Ellison 2015
Jack’s back…
With some new words to be exact
You see he has a story to tell
We are talking about… way back when the stars had fell
You know the place over where we people still dwelled
So, he had headed down to the well
Over there where the river had swelled
On this particular day
He decided ok…oh what the hey
I think I will catch me some fish this today
And Jack was in a real greedy way
Cause He had saw a lot of fish in the bay
So, he quickly had casted right away
Now Jack, had caught many a fish that day
But none of them he could actually… sway to stay
You see that had been an ancient… age ago way
It was time to wish upon a star
Upon one so very, very far
So, even though he was parked and had no car
Jack’s frequency had took him to this bar
Now this is where things started really getting bizarre
Then someone cried, look it’s the czar
Jack…Man I am talking it was Thee One Earthstar
You got to write this down in your mind memoir
Brian William Haw stood strong
He never quit his whole life long
His principles oozed forth peace
He strongly believed that he wasn't wrong
Brian's life was influenced
By his dad's suicide incident
After serving in the war
Brian now for peace convinced
As a Christian believer
Haw worked with young non-achievers
Troubled youth who needed change
So that society not griever
He soon began his campaign
One man political reign
A political protest
For his children's future domain
He was supported by some
Many saw him as just dumb
Friends of his cause fed him
Parliament gave him a down thumb
Parliament did not like his scene
Nothing tried stopped the routine
Arrest, court dates didn't slow
He survived on poor cuisine
His protest only by death ceased
Lung cancer his life did seize
Tobacco the enemy beast
Soon from this life gave release
Domain_a particular environment or walk of life
Sponsor: Joe Maverick
Contest:One Against Many
Written: August 25, 2014
....My *itch ?
Now, whether you believe
It or not ? Your ass is mine how ironic
Peter piper this ancient viper: playing it's hand
Spinning numbers in a foreign land ? Iconic super phonic
Hypnotized mesmerized robotic time on a mission from prince pillar
Their cyber space thriller blowing out these candles is everybody, here ?
Rent the tent her species his flee shes kong's balls inside love's stall a donkey.
Addicted? Who me?
Could stop any time
One cup a day?
Would do me just fine
Aside from the shakes
Freaking out now and then
Craving that fix
Going off the deep end
Trust me I'm fine
Not being deceitful
Shakes aren't a problem
'Cept threading a needle
But I'll have to admit
Some lives have been ruined
Caffeine's the nemesis
Cut down on the brewin'
Whoever discovered it
Was a downright putz
To cause so much grief
With one li'l ole cup!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Joe Maverick
Contest Name One against many
Brian Haw
Obsession lurks beneath the shore,
Where the pulsing heart it beats,
Alone he took on the might of law,
Brian Haw, a man you’d meet,
To protest solo, submerge the self,
To give it all to the cause,
To lose a wife and kids, aint nice,
Soldier on for the cause alone,
Poor health, but to some applause,
To live on the street in the rain or heat,
On your cigarette diet, atone,
Jaw jamming and sometimes ramming,
Till the point was sorely home,
Conscience of man does surely span,
The point of the social bridge,
What is it that is good and right?
Some pawns resent and did, rewrite,
Is the moral code a bloody blight?
Cos it aint all ridge-didge…….{right}
Does conscience softly moan,
When the rights and the wrongs,
Aren’t seen by the nongs, {no-brainers}
And we fight and we fight alone….
Did Blair or the Mayor at his funeral spare,
Some words for the Brian Haw song,
Character assassination isn’t bloody rare,
oppressors they came along?
Don Johnson
A Mexican mule is endowed
To cheerfully service a crowd
Each roll in the hay
Brings shouts of, "Olé!"
And his bray, for crying out loud!
Hee Haw
Hee Haw
Come join Buck and Roy
for some picking and grinning
for us all
Hee Haw
Hee Haw
Now look at Junior and Lula
Giving a big salute
from the corn fields so tall
Hee Haw
Hee Haw
There goes Granpa Jone and String Bean
Slapping their chest and knees
To a banjo and a harmonica's call
Hee Haw
Hee Haw
Let's listen to Jim and John
Sernading to the gals
of Kornfield's lumber shaw
Hee Haw
Hee Haw
Now don't forget about Minnie Pearl
and her straw hat with tag
swinging in the breeze from a yodel caw
Hee Haw
Hee Haw
Well folks it's time to wrap up this salute
for all those who gave it their all
from the wacked out show known as
Hee Haw
Hee Haw
Tribute To
The Cast And Crew Of
Hee Haw
Thanks For The Laughs
RIP
Buck Owens
Silver foil sea glittering
crinkled cauldron surface slowly swirling
Lazy waves folding flashing
Sheet molten run up close then drain away
Steel sky and the arc-hung sun
Smoke clouds piled on Black Combe
Sandpipers, a butterfly shoal swinging swerving
and a solitary bird hurtles joyously
Languid gulls drink sun
Windmills wave to no one
Stones ground round by the silver sea
will become sand, rippled strand
A lone oyster-catcher musing by the water
moves on to muse again
Heat haze waves ripple the sea edge
on the shingle scree
Ocean of air and light, slow currents
Sound of many waters blown across my ears
Piping birds
Smell of the shore
A lark hung like a kite descending on its wire
unwinding its breathless trill across the dune hills
Lapwings hummed and clicked and whistled overhead
Little birds bouncing chirping on the wind
The lark reels on
Violets on the great dunes and small beetles with wheel-spin in the sand
Two brown rabbits crouched, watched
then hopped off
Pink horsetail tips like asparagus
stretched upwards by a bench
It seemed a long walk back
through the golden gorse
and the burnt gorse
which the council saw fit to clear
4.01
Hey all you nice people, got a fantastic idea
Let's party, we could load up on beer and pizza
Maybe dance in the moonlight
While trying to remain upright
In spite of downing six servings of tequila
Hee Haw, I Cried
By Sy Roth
With a mulish hee haw,
I wrap myself in my own divine comedy.
Commedia dell’arte path
For a blind mercenary of his own fate.
An ormolu wonder stood before me--
Trees clad in shimmering gold.
Timidly approached,
I scratched its surface lightly
Find fleshy, dark wood beneath
Where ambitions have been suffocated
And only the braying of asses can hear them.
Below, caterwauling hags,
Along with their sibling troglodytes
Drape themselves in incessant pleas for mercy,
Spilling their guts across nomadic roads
They spin their wheels
To get to nowhere.
An Inferno blazes in the land below,
Waving feet dancing a tarantella.
Above their decaying bodies,
Dull movement of fusty air.
Mesmerized by the undulating feet and the muddled cries,
I sense a shameless overlord who conducts
With sets of atonal rhythms.
It mesmerizes the suffering marchers
Makes them hopeful
As the ashes above
Leave red trails to the crematoria
Afloat on a river of fecal matter,
My raft drifts across a once fecund land.
I cannot hold my nose.
And the haints will not be stilled.
And I, the mule, hee-hawing
Stare ahead, then
Upwards, to the last ebon time
Where soft breezes of the golden trees
Will not sing the Siren’s song
And the soft winds will frolic with the peace --
No more.
There once was a dude named Vance
Who walked around town with no pants
Caught a chill down below
Stood erect and then froze
Old Vance needed a Hoo Haa transplant
It was rowdier than usual,
At the hoedown last night
There was a crowd of folk,
And the atmosphere was just right.
The musicians played loud,
And the gee-tars were a strummin'
The whole darn place
A buzzing and a humming.
Solomon, the town's undertaker
And his glamorous wife,
Came into the hall
And that caused the strife.
Chip, the carpenter,
Was well known in town
He was the type of fella,
That the girls hung around.
Chip asked Solomon's wife to dance,
The other girls realised they didn't
Stand a chance
To dance with Chip that night.
And then it happened in a flash,
Furious Solomon made a dash
For Chip and grabbed him around the neck
What the flaming' heck
Is going on, said Chip,
Who was now sporting a bloody lip
Goin' on, the undertaker said
Whose face was now a brilliant red
Yeah, holding ma gal too tight
She can only dance with me tonight.
All the Yeehaw and raunchy fun
Ceased as everyone stopped to stare
At the undertaker and the carpenter
Fighting there.
They were matching each other blow for blow.
Until the dancers screamed, "Oh No."
The undertaker was lying on the floor,
His feet were halfway out of the door.
He was dead.
It all turned out well for Chip,
His only pain was his split lip
He made the undertaker casket
And a petite gal scattered rose petals from a basket
When Chip and the glamour gal wed
In the church where Solomon lay dead.