Best Jeff Poems
A great pal was he
If there a cat heaven be
He now rests pain free
“The chances against anything manlike on Mars are a million to one,” he said. (Excerpt from the book by H G Wells.)
WATCH OUT, run for your lives ...the Martians are coming!
Well on October 30, 1938
Terrified listeners truly thought the world was ending
When a radio broadcast
Of H G Wells book ‘The War of the Worlds’ was aired
Jeff Wayne turn the book into an epic musical story
Well over 40 years have passed since it was released
Millions have listened to the double album
And seen a Martian monster recreated in the stage show
Though the Martians first invade dry land
The album cover focuses on the war at sea …
Terror stricken sea travellers try to escape
A massive menacing metal monster
With bulging green bug like eyes
Its gleaming silver body perched high upon
Three spindly chop stick like tripod legs
It stalks the steamer like a spider eying its prey
The brave captain tries to steer the ship to safely
but it’s is tossed on stormy seas
like a rag doll thrown by a petulant toddler
Suddenly, the ebon sky is illuminated
By an intense golden beam - a death ray
Which pierces the bow of steamer
with pinpoint accuracy
White smoke billows, fire rages
Countless lives will be lost
Will the Martians conquer the world?
I won’t spoil it for you…
Just listen to the album story to find out
Believe me you won’t regret it!!
A plumber, a teacher...and a chef
Are all poets, and thier names are all geoff
Their astronomer, friends name
Had sound just the same
But he spelled it J.E.F.F
Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
1/3/2019
Years ago I wrote a jingle for a real store.
They didn't know I did, but I did.
The soda pop shop
The soda pop shop
Be sure to stop
In the soda pop shop
If it ain't pop
We ain't got it
Jeff Mart!
There was a boy
named Jeff had messed
up teeth, and had no feet
he rolled around town
screaming out loud
I want pizza
from pizza king
yes this little boy that
lived in Anderson a big
brother that hated him.
Jeff asked him can "can you
order pizza?" he said "sure."
Then they both turned
to the phone then they had
Their pizza.
Possessions and Jeff Sessions
Brain lost it possessions,
When they approved Jeff Sessions;
Then flipped my noodle.
Drew Up A Blank
Played with a full tank
And deck so who should I thank?
Mind drew up a blank.
Jim Horn
"Kaiser Jeff"
i grew up
(well...........
one hopefully
never grows up)
on hooked
on phonics
and being
dyslexic
to too
so it seems to me
that Kyser may
come from
German
descent
i don't know
but i know
he writes
decent
poetry
Jeff the three-legged worm
they weren’t his legs
but legs that he’d found
from old bits of twig
just scattered around
he once saw a centipede
who laughed and made fun
of a young and shy Jeff
stuck on his tum
but Jeff swam through soil
and the centipede saw
staring in wonder
amazement and awe
the twig legs put by now
but kept just in case
although Jeff seems ok
from the beam on his face
Someone gave Jeff Kyser a subscription
Writer’s Digest seized his imagination,
It was almost like an editor’s prescription
For developing Jeff’s fine poetry articulation
He quickly discovered the poetry pages
Latching on to new forms…not on P.S.,
Strange syllabications from some sages
And navigation of the complex, I guess.
Probably more than any poet I know
Jeff wrestles with rhymes and patterns,
Ranging from serious to silly, although,
He lays it on thick when rhythm matters
Certainly, one of the better poets here
He deserves this moment of recognition
So, to Jeff, I want to raise a stein of beer
And say “Hear! Hear!" to a poetry patrician!
Written October 15, 2022
I'm your recall demon and alas, I am back
This Halloween be wary when you hit the sack
For that night while you're dreaming
I'll have you wake up screaming
But for five bowls of Snickers, I might not attack!
H/T "Factory Recall" by Jeff Kyser
Written 10/26/22
One thing about the sixties time
Was the music was just fine
Listen to it now
The Electric guitars were just wow
Look for the music played
By Jeff Beck part of the British Invasion Escapades
In the Yardbirds supercool
And the album with Rod Stewart rules
So the years roll out for everyone
And for Jeff Beck has been done
But do yourself a favour and listen to his blues
Jeff Beck as a guitarist still rules!
© Paul Warren Poetry
He is rich, but willing to share
Sending two billion dollars
Yes that is billions, right there
To non-profits with no collars
Yes, no strings attached.
No formal vetting or restrictions
Jeff Bezos, the head of Amazon
Sent money their way with happy convictions
His theory was that since they worked with the homeless
They would help them with things they really did need
So his crew got together, did research, and asked a few questions
Then he sent a hundred million to two dozen for working day seed
He started out born to a teenage mom in 1964
His parents did not get along, and his dad left when he was four
Jeff was a brilliant guy, went to Princeton and worked on Wall Street
But at the age of thirty he started an on-line company so sweet
He is one of the richest men in the world today, has to be….
But does that mean he’s heartless? Absolutely not, as you can see.
He gives this money freely with no restrictions or big oversight.
I am sure he sleeps soundly when he turns out the light.
Jeff eyes a life of High Grade.
He shall into wall paints wade:
Blocks for coats that won’t fade;
Jeff shall self stretch for High Grade,
Others, too, for the eyed grade:
Build a house bandits can’t raid,
Rooms like heaven on earth laid,
Cool canopy for a shade…
A vain Jeff for High Grade
Vows to each year sack a maid,
New week a new order made;
Wages much delayed, then paid…
For the necks he’ll slit’ with blade,
Cursed is Jeff’s quest for High Grade.
The quest for eternity (Jeff Bezos)
He awoke under the bed; it had been his birthday
and had drunk champagne and eaten Danish pastry
He stretched, feeling stiff, walked to the kitchen, opened
the fridge took out cheese, tomatoes, butter and
A bottle of beer, which thirstily drank.
The cleaning lady had been everything was in order
but wondered where guests had gone and when they left
The house was quiet, not a sound from the street
looking out, he saw cars stopped, some with open doors
like they had been abandoned in haste, must be something
important going on, he thought, walked into the bathroom
had a shower and shaved.
In a bakery/café, he had a sandwich and coffee, which he had
to make himself since no one was around
It dawned on him people had left for a reason unknown
and everything, cars, cigarettes and beer, was free and only
For him to enjoy.
A Rolls Royce that had belonged to the mayor stood in the street
as he had never driven an expensive car before he started
The car, what smooth ride, he thought, but where are the people?
At the plaza, he saw a dog that looked like the one he had
many years ago, called the cur’s name, but it growled at him
and ran away, frightened of him.
At an expensive restaurant walked into the kitchen, made
a good meal, and drank fine wine without worrying about paying.
The dog came in, to all friendly now understanding it had
to stick with this person to be fed.
Months went by, he had everything, but he had nothing there
no change, days were the same, he lost interest
in himself stopped shaving and bathing and wore the same pants
and shirt every day as time was endless no point doing anything
Life had lost its meaning; he had to take the matter into his own hands
took the lift up to the top of the building and jumped, but he descended
slowly and softly landed, he broke down and sobbed
He was doomed to live forever as a punishment for his wishes to
Be a master of life and death.
Back under the bed, he went to sleep an eternity away, but the dog
stood outside the bedroom crying, who is to feed it now?
Help is legal,
Help is fruitful,
Help is a gift,
At times we lose grip,
Overwhelmed by decisions,
Matters that harbor different tasks,
But when that aid shows up,
We get to realise there is more,
More towards life,
More towards things,
More towards doing,
Help a Hold Ever Lent Persona.