Best Larry Poems
One September morn, Barry is born, one day a little man that society will chastises every day, poisoned with dour memories of a life passing, staggers habitually along life’s broad way, yet still, he believes an ardent player of this earthly cast.
the mould human kind
every one naked the same
circumstance fate plays
One September morn Larry is born not a volunteer, into this place, no developing embryo given a democratic choice, but oh the joy the accolades, freedom of youth rampart significant, carte blanche credit card.
silver spoon protrudes
freewheeling society
so much to tire of
An unknown purpose aided each step, for Barry with holdall and worldly baggage around his neck, whilst trying to escape societies goals and social orders, life’s hypocrisy filed against this frail oppressed old man, living with a menial existence inside prejudiced borders.
daunting are the nights
beneath a blanket of fog
soul destroying dawns
Here Larry the mellow fellow who toast, boast every night drunk with his host, cocaine his specialty, whilst trying to escape societies goals and social orders, now his empire has closed the high life exposed a hobo a bench a lamppost his only light.
Barry and Larry
mix for the first time at the...
crematorium.
Entered 2022 Poetry marathon Mile 20
sponsor Mark Toney 12/11/2022
written 2021
I once dated a man named Larry
He one day asked me to marry
Though he was a real honey
He hadn't much money
So, I wed his cousin Harry
Larry and Harry spend nights at a bar
Neither have a job or even a car
Drunken Larry burps freely
Harry gropes touchy/feely
That these two are unmarried is bizarre
*Written May 24 for Catie's contest
Helter-skelter, upper-downer,
Bigger smaller, richer poorer
Bitter sweeter, kinder meaner
Sifter opener, thicker thinner.
Meek or dumb, pinky and thumb
Top or bottom, height and fathom.
Head or toe, friend and foe
Day or night, left and right.
Larry scoops Moe; Moe swoops Curly
Curly chunks Larry; Larry yanks Moe.
I submit this limerick today.
Fellow Soupers, please heed what I say!
A favorite poet of mine,
on Saturday, June 9
will be facing, another Birthday!
Larry Belt, there's a wish, I suggest,
even though I can't speak for the rest,
the wish that I send,
is HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my friend,
as a Poet, you are the best!
Many happy returns, Larry!
By Elton Camp
Of Ebola, sensible persons are scared
There was time in the US to be prepared
For decades the virus has been known
How to control has clearly been shown
Working in a crude Liberian tent
Doctors are found reasonably content
When, to safety, strict attention is paid
Ebola virus disease is rarely conveyed
Growing numbers in Africa dead
Showed Ebola continued to spread
Nobody could sensibly think anymore
The virus wouldn’t reach the US shore
The threat the CDC should understand
See that needed supplies were on hand
Issue guidelines unmistakably clear
Make certain that all hospitals hear
Then, before it was too late
Training sessions mandate
Be certain nurses knew what to do
A virus, to them, deadly and new
Rather, in the manner of stooges three
Their ineptitude all could plainly see
An apology is far from enough
For failing in such basic stuff
I like my football, you know how it goes
Who's gonna win?, nobody knows
I sit in my favorite chair
In only my underwear
And a pair of Joe Namath's pantyhose
His mother was extremely keen
He should marry a pretty colleen
But Harry met Larry
And they did not tarry
Their marriage it was not foreseen!
His girlfriend he was due to marry
But secretly Harry wed Larry
His mother went mad
And so did his dad
It’s a burden they have to carry
01/03/18
Oh Larry,
Don't get harried-
Lack of sleep you say?
Keeping your evil twin at bay?
Don't try to cheat,
we all know you are just too sweet
To be an annoying creep!
Bright yellow feathers,
Deep black eyes.
A voice that could carry
Through the winds of time.
A sweet little fellow,
My friend for years and years.
I just can't help
But to shed my tears.
Much to soon you left me
Here all alone.
You really helped
To make this house a home.
I knew you were in heaven
When I heard the Angels sing.
That screechy little voice
Was singing straight to me.
Please know that I love you
And I will not I forget.
The sweetest little friend,
I had for a pet.
Larry- you are my dove!
The poet I truly love,
Don't give me a shove
when you're the one
on a pedestal, always above!
The 9th of June is a "special" day.
You're probably wondering why?
It's Birthday number Fifty,
for a "special" PS guy!
His poetic talent is beyond reproach.
He a genius of rhythm and rhyme.
Whenever I read any poem that he writes,
I'm impressed and amazed, every time!
He exhibits a vast range of emotions.
So many, that I am in awe!
The ones that are really a riot,
involve his mother-in-law!
He can make you feel gloom and disaster.
He can make you feel happy and proud.
He can make you feel hope and compassion,
or cause you to just laugh out loud!
I wanted to write this memento
to show just how I felt
and wish a big Happy Birthday,
to my poetic friend, Larry Belt.
Now, this is what's gonna happen.
It'll be on the 9th day of June!
All you Soupers listen real hard,
at, or real close to noon!
I'm gonna shout, real loud, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
My friend, I sure hope you will hear it!
Since, I can't physically be there with you,
by God, I'll be there in spirit!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GOOD BUDDY
Many happy returns
TO; Chet, CHUCK, DAD, MOM. & LARRY
Dear Chet, Chuck, Dad, Mom, & Larry
I thought of you all again today
As I always think of you all
As each day goes by
Chet I have never met you
as you were born and passed the same day
so I miss knowing you and getting to know you
you may be gone but I will not forget you
I miss the togetherness
I miss the visiting
I miss the calling
I miss the talking
I find things have changed
In ways I sometimes don't understand
As I get up each day I expected to see you
I know your not missing nor are you dead
I know your still alive as I am always thinking of you
as I know I will be with you all when my time comes
yes I know your in a better place waiting for me
Yes God has you all now
Yes all I can do is wait till we meat together again
As I do God's work
I find that some how your words still reach me
Yes I am filled with your presents once again
I do love and miss you all very much
As some day we will be together again
So till then I will be solace
And to remember you and think about you daily
will have to do till we meat in Heaven once again
In memory of Chet 1955, Chuck 1999, Dad 2000, Mom 2007, Larry 2011
Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD
Copyright 2011
"Who am I? Larry the fly!" -Larry
Larry daydreamed of being a fly.
Eventually he began to live his life
As if he really were a fly.
When people asked in horror,
"Larry, why are you eating dog ****?"
Larry would calmly reply, "I'm a fly."
"Shine my boots, wench!" Larry said
"Fetch my wine and cheese and bread!
Tidy up my murphy bed!
Feed the hog and Mr. Ed!
Corn mash for Rhode Island Red!
Why look so gobsmacked by dread?
Did you not say I thee wed?"
"Oh, I said it, until dead"
I confessed, then bashed his head.