Best Howard Poems
nothing spoils this surface view ~ see me
crave attention, gift empty touch
tonal mask veils flaws and vices
face alter ego and kneel
to feed the shallow shadow that circles
~ around gossamer tears of the grieving moon,
as silenced streaks of tongue-twisted lines,
undress a puddle of poisoned stars
pull force imperceptible, attraction
lost in blissful contemplation
comatose until that last equation
gravitational persuasion creating longing
but will the lake that flows with fears
thaw words tangled in golden chains?
for I’ve drowned in liquified lies,
drawing perfection from imperfect reflections
delve to the depths of my spun world
peripheral interference dissipates in darkness
only requirement is carved version of self
that steadies my hand and drags me in
sinking beneath Narcissus's polluted undertow
tainted oxygen leaves my expanding lungs
hitting jagged rocks, spoiled skin shreds,
exposing a forgotten empath ~ salvation rises
Respect in uniform
A man with respect
Major Oliver O. Howard
One of the US Armies best
A courageous soldier
With an order to follow
Dis-quell the Indian Wars
So there be peace tomorrow
Born in Maine
His dad died when he was nine
But this little boy
Turned out oh so fine
At nineteen, he graduated
A young man, already well rated
1854 Military pass
This bright young man, 4th in his class
Time advances to the Indian Wars
To do his duties, soldier sworn
To quell the fighting, peace be ours
Chief Joseph and the Indian colors
His task achieved, tho Indian losses
Orders he served, from Washington's bosses
Chief Joseph, from his lands he was moved
To Oklahoma, situation defused
1894 the retirement of he
Major General what he rose to be
Universities and College named in his name
This quite amazing soldier of Military Fame
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" When i heard about this gentleman, it desired me to write. Unknown to me he has actually
been in the historical background of one of my poems, and an ancestor of one of our poets "
I am here on an archaeological quest,
to satisfy many a curious mind's request
for knowledge on antiques and artifacts
of Egypt's long extinct historical facts,
in treasured sands buried, like gold mines earnestly
sought for in stories shrouded in mythology.
With a large contingent just as curious as I,
hardly daunted by curses, but with shoulders high,
we went to the field, the sun baking us chaps
to a baker's delight. With our rumpled maps,
we searched every clue, and were bitten perhaps
by a million flies. Getting relief from sunless skies
in times of fair weather, whilst hoping something lies
in the depths of the hot sands for our very eyes
to see. With my tools by hard work and search worn out,
I brushed to full view, the tomb, brilliantly carved out
of young blue blooded Tut, regally laid to rest.
To my wearied colleagues, I spoke in real earnest:
'To exhume the past, we are here at last.'
I watched the worst movie ever made, it truly sucks.
The movie that I'm talking about is Howard the Duck.
It has scarred and cursed me for life.
Because of this movie, I lost my wife.
Seeing that movie also struck me blind.
This movie is an abomination to mankind.
Now I must take viagra because I've been cursed in another way as well.
Just because I watched Howard the Duck, my life has become a living hell.
Every copy of this movie must be destroyed.
Unless you want to be like me, this is a movie that you should avoid.
Germaphobe Howard Hughes - reclusive billionaire -
made a plane of wood and loved to ride the air!
Bought his own hotel, just to hide himself from sight
and watched his own TV station’s movies late at night.
President William Howard Taft
Weighed 350 pounds and was quite broad in the aft
He once became stuck in a White House tub
As a result of devouring too much grub!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Entry for Andrea Dietrich's "Clerihew" Contest
One for the kids at heart...
Howard the mallard
A handsome young duck
Flew into a tree
Got his quacker stuck
Try as he might
He couldn't break free
His quacks for help
Were muffled you see
He flapped his wings
And thrashed his feet
A blackbird came by
With a worm in his beak
“Sure like to help”
He mumbled quite low
“But having my dinner
I'm sure it must show!”
Next came a rabbit
Wandering by
Something up high
In the tree caught his eye
“What's going on?”
He queried the duck
Who struggled to answer
Of course with no luck
“I'd help you, dear mallard
but rabbits don't climb!”
Then a stork appeared
“I'll help you!” he chimed
His legs were long
He reached up to Howard
Gave him a whack
He wasn't a coward
Howard came free
And noticed the stork
Had been carrying something
A wee thing of sorts
Suddenly he realized
What storky was carrying
A pleasant surprise
A baby duck in a sling
It was Howard's new baby
A duckling named Herbert
After seeing this treasure
Forgot about his hurt!
© Jack Ellison 2013
William Howard Taft
To big to fit on the raft.
So the sent for the barge
Seriously, he was extremely large!
So, farewell, Howard, Mr Nice
Massive reefers were your vice
Life’s but a spliff to puff and pass
All grass is weed, all flesh is grass
by Gail
First baseman Ryan Howard.
Nobody can call him a coward.
Whenever he can hit a baseball,
it can travel high over the wall.
Thoughtful and selfless
Kind, gentle, wise and true with
An enormous heart
Howard Hughes
was always in the news
He came up with one heck of a crazy notion.
A plane filled with ping pong balls, should it fall into the ocean.
Feb 2011 For Catie's "clerihew" contest
With home run hitting Ryan Howard,
the Phillies offense is powered.
However, sometimes I have doubt
because he will frequently strike out.
In nineteen hundred thirty eight
Howard found a new record to break.
Around the world the fastest ever;
Three hundred fifty two miles per hour.
He filled the plane with ping pong balls.
In case of a crash to cushion the fall.
He also had the bright notion.
They would keep him afloat should he fall to the ocean.
© Apr 13 2010
I am here on an archaeological quest,
to satisfy many a curious mind's request
for knowledge on antiques and artifacts
of Egypt's long extinct historical facts,
in treasured sands buried, like gold mines earnestly
sought for in stories shrouded in mythology.
With a large contingent just as curious as I,
hardly daunted by curses, but with shoulders high,
went to the field, with the sun baking us perhaps
to a baker's delight. With our rumpled maps,
we yonder searched, bitten as we went by perhaps
a million flies, getting relief from sunless skies
in times of fair weather, while hoping something lies
in the depths of the hot sands for our very eyes
to see. With my tools by hard work and search worn out,
I brushed to full view, the tomb, brilliantly carved out
of young blue blooded Tut, regally laid to rest.
To my wearied colleagues, I spoke in real earnest:
"To exhume the past, we are here at last."