Best Hoorah Poems
Red has tinged the maple leaves
The poplar turns to gold
Autumn comes on zephry's wings
When colors become bold
Summer's last hoorah waits behind
the stage and slowly bows
And the curtains will be drawn tight
As autumn's leaves do wow!
A type of Poulter's Measure
Syllable count 8,6,8,6 with rhyme on 6
Poulter's Measure was a name given to
the poetry because sometimes when the
hens were laying good the farmer would
give 14 eggs instead of a dozen(12)
Hence, 6+8=14
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Contest: Summer's End
Written: August 30, 2014
The last hoorah of old man winter 2022?
March twelfth Ded Moroz
struts his white stuff
first real substantial puncheon
found Jack Frost in his glory,
he haint no longer morose nor gruff,
cuz series of fortunate meteorological events
found crystalline precipitation hoary.
I revel watching
the bit torrent of snowflakes alight
upon the greensward;
a cold wind bloweth and doth bite
any exposed flesh of daredevil
(the re:noun Evel Knievel of verbiage)
weather beaten soul
trundling with delight
inured to brutal cold
all fours seasons excite
contemplative character
asked me to ghostwrite,
thus a reasonable rhyme yielded
courtesy wuthering height.
Yours truly breathes deep sigh of relief,
when surprise blizzard came our way,
no matter yours truly solitary fellow
holed up in me mancave yay,
he experiences unfettered glee
for picturesque blustery scene today
eight sleeps before Spring Equinox
glad second rate nor'easter
pummeled Southeastern
Montgomery County, Pennsylvania.
The near future forecast
bodes well nigh arrival of vernal equinox
when the sun crosses celestial equator
in northerly direction, marking
prime meridian of right ascension.
Fanfare for common man
(think das scribe spinning these lines)
grateful timely notion
kindled inside mine noggin
truth be told - before onset of storm,
I drew one blank after another
and felt at my wits end
regard apropos material to write about.
Methought to soon to post
poem about beware the ides of March,
(approximately sixty one
and a half hours hence,
similar explanation regarding
summoning creative literary endeavor
honoring Lá Fhéile Pádraig sona duit,
thus imposed upon figurative shoulders
(mine) to hash out some
marginally passable verse.
Now attention pauses to take look see
out bedroom window
watching medley of gusty air
in sync with blizzard conditions,
yet yours truly snug
as a bug in a rug
despite not turning on the heat,
and would ye believe
bard of Perkiomen Valley
only donned in ma birthday suit?
Final rocket
An empty box
Tumble drier's
Lonely socks
Rabbit's foot
Now key-ring hangs
Dracula
Retires his fangs
Satellite
Back down to Earth
Millionaire
Rejects his worth
Shoe's lost sole
Beyond repair
Luscious locks
Now absent hair
Tasty cheese
Now furry mould
Fervent love
Gone icy cold
Sunset fire
Yet, clouds obscure
Common cold
They found a cure
Friendship
Folded, packed away
A coloured life
Just fades to grey
Life's a test
But have we passed?
Results come due
As breathe our last
CV
10.9.23
** Winter’s Last Surprise **
How strange it seems
Being within a few days of Spring
To see the landscape
All covered in white!
How odd it feels
For all the trees’ branches
With all their twigs, too, showing
Every tip accentuated
— Ready to bud
Open to Spring —
But now how so jarring
To see the frigid air’s blanket
Of snow fallen
Heavily over everything…Is this a
Wanting act by Winter,as if
It were wishing to kill
The early-risen daffodils? To
Infuse despair into
Winter-weary trees along with
All the early green
Of the ground being turned white?
And, too, we must wear our gloves
Yet one more morning, going out
To clear the cars and walks
Of this snowfall’s final hoorah.
How much more marvelous will feel
The opening days of Spring’s clear,
Soft, azure blue skies!
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(c) sally young eslinger 3/12/22
Thanks be to God
Here
come the
cavalry-
A white knight in
blue.
Ekphrasis-Trooper of the Plains by Remington