Best Hoards Poems

The King of Sanctimonious
Perched high upon his throne-ious
Clothed in purple pious-ness
Admired his own self-righteous-ness

The Queen of Sanctimonious
Tired of the King's baloney-ous
When he counts his hoards of money
To him, sweeter than his honey

In a court that wasn't courteous
The Queen cried, "you're oblivious!"
But he wasn't aware, nor...

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Come by the Sword, Die by the Sword

They stood in ranks a thousand long
High upon the hill
The Roman legion, fierce and strong
With sword and lance and bill

The Briton hoards below them stare
With wild fanatic eyes
They jeer the foe and beg them dare
With anger and despise

Come...

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A gent from the South Scottish Isles
had terribly painful large piles
when he tried to sit down
he would grimace and frown
soft cushions he hoards in big piles!


syllable counter used 'how many syllables' 8,8,6,6,8
11~11~ 2014
poem revised for contest 18~11~14
Contest:Limericks Clean and Clever
Sponsor: Roy Jerden...

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I still remember, when we first met 
The day your parents bought this farm
So small, you hardly could walk at all 
as your Father held both your arms

But for some reason, I could not fathom
You made your way straight to me
And I alone in all...

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Dragons are fabled beasts of myth and lore;
and yet, some say they lived in the far past.
And they were noble creatures at their core;
or so said every mage I've ever asked.
They slept on every treasure they'd amassed,
and those hoards were oft-rumored to be vast.

They were...

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What is this sense of being?

That I am, I have been, I will be-- is it a blessing 
to ever feel time's razor edge, gathering its moments in my
memory as a squirrel hoards its seeds and nuts for winter,
food I will eat when my youth...

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The pen

The pen that hoards ten thousand words,
 seeks only guiding hand
To spill it’s blood on virgin page,
 like entrails in the sand
For thus the toil, at authors whim, 
drives quill to strive for gain
That readers eye, or listening heart, 
might understand the pain
The arteries...

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Born in 1947 
a delicate post war child
So shy was she
and nervous too
a flimsy fragile flower
who when her mother took her out
     began to scream
     began to shout

Her hair drew great attention
from old dears far and wide
titian...

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“When the pen falls silent that once danced to the muse’s command and when the poet’s heart no longer beats with rhyme, we realize that the poet in us is dead. It is a sad truth difficult to reckon.” ~ By Poet


Far from the din...

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Notre Dame...Notre Dame...
your eight hundred years of wisdom’s gone;
eight hundred years of beauty strong;
architectural sage, Notre Dame.

Notre Dame your life has seen
so many broken centuries and
oh, the stories your stones could tell,
told by the ringing of your bells.

Will they rebuild you once again?
Will your façade...

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In a place called Wester Ross
An area in the Highland Glens
Lie fields of atrocities past
That deter the bravest of men

It all happened so long ago
On a bleak dreach winters night
A few farmers were staggering home
Until they stepped in, out of the light

For on this night...

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All work ethics and human virtues, he hoards
for twenty-five years, he has never stepped on mud
in him, civil service has a lord
every signboard shows he’s a man of his word
against financial crimes, his clothings include a sword
the spectrum of his fans is nowhere near broad
and...

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Oh those muddled webs some weave

     When folks get more than we perceive

         While truth hoards dust upon the shelves

          The gears enmesh to...

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My poor old body is sagging,
My arthritic feet are dragging
My skin is dry, and my mouth
What has not gone west
It has now gone south
My memory is fading fast
I think I am living in the past,
The past is where I feel secure
I no longer feel security...

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Beltane’s Night
On the eve of Beltane
The Earth’s call rang across hill and heather, towards ford and cliff
From tree to river the door calls, spirits of earth so fair,
Heard by elf and pixie, awakening the dryads in their trees of old. 
Summoning them with rallying cries,...

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