Best Johny Poems
With Christmas time coming
It's time to call Jack
Sears needs a Santa
to get the Families back
They look for his number
It's no where to be found
They look in all the drawers
Managers buzzing all around
Then almost like magic
Who walks through the door
Sure enough it's Jack
no need to search anymore
His boots are all shiney
His beard white as snow
He looks like Santa's twin
His eyes even glow
Retail season is saved
The people coming in today
Will get to see Santa Jack
And put gifts on Lay Away
The children all love him
They don't give him a break
Poor Santa Jack has to go
His knees start to shake
He drops little Johny
Jumps over some trees
Slipping on a present
He falls down on his knees
The real Santa's watching
Down in the North Pole
A special gift for Santa Jack
This year he won't get Coal
Perhaps a red new suit
with some non slip boots
No more nasty stains
When Santa Jack gets the toots
For Carol Eastman's Christmas Contest.
I think the kids will enjoy Santa Jack.
Dedicated to my friend Jack, a jolly old soul who's never lived at the North Pole.
Categories:
johny, funny, time,
Form:
Rhyme
1996 when any music styles created became instant hits
To much R&B, rock, rap and any other genre that fits
I remember waking up early, to see my mom say hay hun
Well, she thought that but truth was I was waiting on sailer moon and pokemon
Walking to the bust stop is in good memory like yesterday
Jump the fence then take the cut and hide out until the bus rode away
I still can smell the summers I shared with my loyal crew
Entire days of hide n’ seek, manhunt, freeztag, and any other thing we wanted to do
Once I argued with my brother because he had taken my favorite color
Not just any color, but this was the green ranger, and he could’ve chose in any other
We settled this the way all things were handle back then
Paper, rock, scissors, any many mighty mo best 2 out 3, and over and over again
That contest weren’t based off skill or talent within, but somehow we thought the winners
were the real men
I won the contest of men and then we would begin, every neighborhood kid chose a fictional
character to be
After selections were made the battle royal start and quickly in and in catastrophe
Johny Twisted his ankle, jasmine was cut with a roof shingle, and then there was I
Thoughts of Ohh man I’m the greatest power ranger ever before my mother would use her
belt to make me cry
Im whipping you out of love she would say
I would think I love you to so is it possible we could turn this in my favor the other way
Then the days would fade
And rest for another day 1996 chaos in craze,
Just like yesterday, yep those were the days
Categories:
johny, adventurelove, i love you,
Form:
Narrative
Johny johny johny
Mat karyo anhoni
Neither this cricket
Nor you dhoni
Johny johny johny...
After failing to become a monk,
Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin became a wanderer.
Categories:
johny, atheist, black love, celebrity,
Form:
Rhyme
Three Forty Five Connection
Wednesday afternoon? I don’t remember
Technology---helper drives me crazy
Not a magic mirror you brought me
Yesterday afternoon? I don’t remember
Seeing each other, both were smiling
“Does he feel what I feel?”
“I guess he feels”
Or he..., “does she feel what I feel?”
“I guess she feels”
He brought funny staffs
And I brought big smile
Both were disturbed by two different eyes
God made him it green
And mine is black
I did stare and show thousand glitters in my eyes
For him to say, “that is my response for your gentle smile”
He did cute gestures far from distance,
The puppet show for me to smile.
“Do I need to laugh? Yes I smiled!”
He is the only one who made like that.
Couldn’t distinguish how far our gap
Because He molded him as doll
A doll that he made
Oh! Yes!
They were four!
Lucy and Johny, Sussy and Cassandra
The heart shape lips formed into a kiss
Transparent wall met from thousand miles
Color and culture, height and weight
Status and condition are not important
Who cares?
Distance is not significant?!
Crazy afternoon, 3:45, 5:45 time to say goodbye
Silent morning, 12:45 called him to rest
Both heart rebelled to turn off the...
Both were decided to give each number and...
So... Who first to utter? And he then...
“When do we see each other again?”
Hands’ clock killed the moment
Unstable condition...
What ah! Oh why?
Connection trapped by the world wide web problem.
Categories:
johny, boyfriend, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
Opps!Bees,
Clumsy me
I stepped on hives
and killed some live
Opps!Johny
Im so sorry
I crushed into your trolley
and hit your wolly
Opps!I tripped
On an invisible stick
Im so sick
of these crazy flicks
O,look
It ms.Accident Prone
In a race,Go go!
Opps!Down a hill she goes:No no!
Categories:
johny, funny
Form:
Rhyme
my
name
is
johny on the pony
hide and seek
red light green light
I closed my eyes
and counted one two three
ring ring alerio
I opened them
and everyone
and everything was gone
Categories:
johny, children, death, growing up,
Form:
Free verse
I wish I had the guts to tell the neighbours how I feel
When little Johny's violin begins to scratch and squeal.
I know it's only early days but really even so
You'd think he would have learnt the skill of tightening the bow.
One day I thought I heard mosquitoes buzzing near my ear
But it was only little Johny getting into gear.
And first thing in the morning when he practises his scales
The will to live deserts me and my 'bon esprit' soon fails.
But as I am a coward I just put up with the din
And greet the neighbours sweetly when I'm putting out the bin!
Rhyme battle contest : Sponsored by: Juli- Michelle
08/11/18
It really gets me going poetry contest : sponsored by Kevin Shaw
Categories:
johny, anger, endurance, funny, music,
Form:
Couplet
Killer Diller 1 2 3
Johnny Pump spraying on your feet
Skelly,s game played up and down the street
Lifting the Johny Pump water with an aluminum can
Oh So Sweet!
All these things were such a treat
Make growing up on 20th Street
in Astoria
Seem so complete
All topped off with a Mr. Softees treat
Categories:
johny, friendship, growing up, happiness,
Form:
Ode to Fanny
Her start in life was rather poor
with wastrel parents, ones to abhor
She avoided living in the gutter
Earning enough for her bread and butter
Her break in life came rather later
Before, bigamy and babies to underrate her
Her kids grew up in the care of another
She never took to being a mother
Her culinary skills proved rather good
She could write and critique on all kinds of food
Destined to star in sixties telly
She graced her shows in glitzy finery
Her zany persona was rather dippy
Her dress was ball gown and misplaced lippy
Shunning apron and hat that looked so drab
‘Cos cooking and baking should always look fab
The man she had met was rather fine
Ex army major, life was divine
They fronted shows as man and wife
Fanny and Johny, well matched and no strife
Her fame continued for rather a while
Overridden by others in different style
And gaffes too many, they booted her out
No telly shows, no gowns to flout
Her recipes of the past still rather great
She put pizza and prawn cocktail on our plate
She and Johny, always a couple
Poor but content to remain conjugal
Ooh rather!
Categories:
johny, tribute,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
Humpty Dumpty poems wrote,
Whose words could never sound right.
Johny wrote songs,
Whose words could never dance.
Tried verse Ramrv,
Whose words could sense never carry.
Could never catch words right:
Tried, tried, tried.
Tired, tired, tired!
***
Compose on December 21, 2017.
for Fem Bogstaver (Danish) - Poetry Contest for Money, sponsored by Rhoda Tripp.
Categories:
johny, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Play as you wish
There are no boundaries
Taste me eat me
I am your dish
Do as you wish
There are no boundaries...
Note.Johny Boy use me as a toy...
Categories:
johny, crush, football, games, hockey,
Form:
Romanticism
Quirky things that confound and confuse me,
Must include those remarks which bemuse me.
Though our language is reasoned at heart,
There are questions to ask of this art.
‘Bob’s your uncle’ – well, simply not true!
Mine are Jimmy and Johny and Hugh.
‘He’s all mouth and no trousers’ they say,
Yet he sports snazzy Chinos each day!
'No such thing as a free lunch', that's barmy!
Never heard of the Salvation Army?
And they claim that they 'see eye to eye',
But she’s short and he stands six foot high!
Yet I guess 'at the end of the day'
Speech delights in this wacky word-play.
Categories:
johny, confusion, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
TWO JOHNY WALKERS ON THE HOUSE
LINE THEM UP IN FRONT OF ME
GIVE ME FOUR AND ONE FOR FREE
LET ME DROWN MY PAIN IN BLACK LABEL
BECAUSE I'D STOP CRYING IF I WAS ABLE
I ASKED THE BARKEEP TO TELL ME WHAT TIME HIS WATCH READ
HE TOLD ME AND I SAID THAT WOULD BE A COOL TIME FOR ME TO BECOME DEAD
THEN I MADE MY WAY TO THE BACK ROOM
WHERE BIG BRUCE MEANS LOSING MY MONEY AND BRINGING ON DOOM
POET
FOUR CATS SITTING WITH FIVE IN THEIR HAND
NO JUKE BOX, NO SINGER NOR THE BEAT OF A BAND
JUST THE SOUND OF CHIPS FALLING ON THE TABLE
AND I'D STOP CRYING IF I WAS ABLE
I CRY BECAUSE A MAN IN THE SUDAN DIED TODAY
I CRY BECAUSE A WOMAN WAS SODOMIZED IN A MOST HORRENDOUS WAY
I WEEP BECAUSE TO ME JOY IN THIS WORLD IS JUST A FABLE
AND I'D STOP MY TEARS IN IF I WAS ABLE
SO I BET A HUNDRED BUCKS BECAUSE I HAD THREE OF A KIND
HOLDING TRIPS BUT LOSING MY MIND
I WEEP BECAUSE THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO JUST CAN'T STAY FREE
SO LINE UP FIVE IN FRONT OF ME
(C) 2012......PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
johny, angst, me, cry, me,
Form:
Quatrain
Simple sutle silence solicits the soul.
Another night in lyrical trance
I can't see the stars in east coast sky
Because ima burn to bright and keep the subjects
dence like a tablespoon of moon brought home
weighs 2 tons. complexity in theory truth in reason
That rides in simplicity with breeze.
I'm change my name and start a whole new game
Gona love the lovers and fight the rioters
And if you disrespect my dame
I'm apply Irish pride
Ima hit You 3 ways hard, fast, and continuiosly
Till My fist go numb or you black out.
And phone it in anonymously
On what was done we may disagree
And if I can be reasonable while
Dispersion of venomous aggression
Ill let you live if I can keep the demon
In digression but lately in me Is its impression.
So why not just walk away
Why test a man today when tomorrows are easily
ripped away.
Its your last ride in Cadillac
Rolling deep all your memories got your back
Useless pain pours out u mother's eyes
All because your manners slack
Now I know look at me what do o know
Soft and funny in the hat
I'm gangster like Johny dangerously
Judge book by cover And cover smug
You know We all was told not to do That
My cousin judged me once, once yea dog let some one
else wait by the door.
I'm kick it down and start stunning
Come through. The red clay, like field mob my boys get
you moving like you ain't control you, it the words we
say finding its way home to you.
Categories:
johny, natureme, home, home, me,
Form:
When I was young I dreamed of being a superhero whenever I would play…
I might be Superman…or a knight in shining armor searching for a dragon to slay.
I dreamed of being that person who ran into a burning building and pulled a baby to safety just before she was engulfed in flames…where everyone would recognize my courage…and forever remember my name.
The heroes I grew up with…the ones who most influenced me…had to do with sports, movies, books…and the ones I saw on TV.
Abe Lincoln, Ben Franklin and John F. Kennedy were my heroes until I found…
Abe never disciplined his children, Ben abandoned his wife…and Johny fooled around.
How could my heroes not act in real life like they did in books, movies and TV?
Who would have thought my heroes were human…and flawed…just like me.
I know now I was idolizing the wrong traits in the heroes that I sought…
and that my heroes were always a lot closer and more personal than I thought.
They were the people who loved me…who supported me…whose guidance and inspiration I sought…the ones who stood by me…whether I slayed a dragon…or not.
I know now our heroes don’t have to save the world…or make the winning score…
that some of our heroes can be found as close as our own front door.
Yes, now that I am older…some might say past…but I say in my prime…
I find the heroes I look up to have been with me all the time.
Although I still think it would be great to be a superhero…I now look at life more objectively…
My heroes are kind, generous and supportive people…at least they strive to be.
If I get the chance I’ll save that baby before she’s engulfed in flames…
but now it’s only important that my family and my friends forever remember by name.
Categories:
johny, hero,
Form:
Rhyme