Best Lose Your Head Poems
King Henry VIII and His Wives
By Elton Camp
When Henry’s brother was too young to care
He was made to wed a princess from over there
But you must do just what we say little fella,
Catherine's the child of Ferdinand and Isabella
Catherine had not been Queen for very long
When things with her mate went badly wrong
Medicine was weak. To save him, doctors tried
But despite all they did her young prince died
With Spain, England had a pact
The agreement must stay intact
Henry was then a child of eleven
Hardly a betrothal made in heaven
Henry married at age eighteen
And Catherine became his queen.
Though it is quite sad to have to tell
The queen’s babies didn’t fare well
To bring her husband true joy
She must give birth to a boy
She bore him just a single son
Who died before a year had run
Though married for twenty-four years,
Henry gave voice to his greatest fears
“I have married the wife of my brother
When I should have waited for another.”
But he said this with a sly grin
While he kissed Anne Boyeln
She refused to go to his bed
Until the two were set to wed
Anne produced a baby right away
But ‘twas a girl to Henry’s dismay.
He thought she had done a crime
When both babies died next time
“I’ve been down this road before.
It’s clear you are just a whore.”
No more shall you see my bed.
Rather, you will lose your head.
Jane Seymour was next on the list
So that Anne was scarcely missed
From Jane, virtuous and fair,
There came at last a male heir
Infection was the reason why
The queen proceeded to die
Henry at her death was distraught
But the new child filled his thought
Anne of Cleves was next to arrive
Had a problem, managed to survive.
Henry found he didn’t like her well
“This German woman is ugly as hell.”
The next queen to unfurl
Was just a teenage girl
Catherine Howard was her name
But she was not free from blame
Culpepper was her boyfriend
She had confessed at the end
And unlike the wives before
This one truly was a whore
Catherine Parr became wife six
She did not try to use any tricks
To her, duty came above
Even the man she did love
Of this bad background cannot be any doubt
It is how the Church of England came about.
Who of the people could expect to be a winner
By adhering to a religion formed by a sinner?
summers’ last prayer
you’re about to lose your head…
while getting some tail
*For the Praying Mantis Haiku Contest
Well done Arsenal, we DID secure fourth place
In Europe's elite we've saved some face
Though we sold our rivals the title race
With that sweet spot on van pursy's lace
We left it late, but what a run
As tottenham's hotspur was coolly out gunned
Those sad fans looked duly stunned
Less appeal for their transfer fund
Our cash stacks high, though it's been so dry
Through thick and thin We're Arsenal til we die
A summer spree, we need to buy
Gotta splash the cash or players pass us bye
Please Arsene don't be a gooney
By signing bloody rooney
The stupid oafish buffooney
And sex crazed looney
So Arsene don't lose your head
And take us in the red
Why not try and buy Benteke instead
His boots ain't gettin' covered in lead
Or gettin' jumpy rumpy in any old tarts bed
Dear Arsene(who art in heaven) please heed these words I've said
Some might say, we punch above our weight
Pundits and rivals they often slate
Being a gooner can at times frustrate
Long years since a trophy, we've now hit eight (too)
So lets get all excited and thrash damn united
Determined nitty gritty lets trash up the city
Beat the wealthy playin' stealthy a smash and grab at chelsea
All they'll see is blurs when we clash with spurs
Highs and lows is the way it goes
Don't let united rub it in our nose
Give em a race and keep em on their toes
And come of end of the season, well.....who knows?
Might end up with a trophy to show!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
>Did you remember it today?
Did you stay quiet at 11 AM I say?
Were you out, or indoors?
Were you one 11 AM ignored?
I stood a moment on my own.
Was in my office all alone.
No one did me telephone.
Internet was off in my home.
I thought of all those brave men.
Did not forget there were women.
Gave their lives, that we one day.
Would give them two minutes, of one day.
But as I live this life of mine.
I remember them all the time.
Of those who are not by our side.
As up in heaven they abide.
I often wonder what would they say.
If alive and here today.
Would they be. As we are.
Afraid to say who we are.
By that I mean in countries far.
Say you're a Christian, if that's what you are.
Then be kidnapped or imprisoned too.
Could lose your head, or be lashed true.
I think they really would despair.
To see the world does not care.
For its people anywhere.
As all seem to be leaving their.
By their I mean what was their home.
As across, the world they roam.
From fighting wars I would flee.
But where to go. Would I come here?
Germany said you're welcome there.
But numbers grew so high. I fear.
Then other people from countries far.
Paid for bad passage to travel far.
Sadly then on the BBC News.
We could not miss those horrific views.
People drowned as boats capsized.
Dead children, brought tears to our eyes.
Would my friends if they were not dead.
Have a dry eye in their head?
Or have a tear like me instead.
Their training, could not help those dead.
I guess those brave men and women too.
Are glad not to see what we did do.
Their sights of war, were bad enough.
I'm glad they did not share, this horrid stuff.
I think they've had their share of strife.
I hope they are at peace for life.
In heaven that place, off so far.
Where soon we will reunite, at end of life.
So, did you stand for two minutes today?
For all those lives taken away.
And for the relief for all those fighting men.
Did you remember them, at 11 AM?
The above was written on the eleventh day of the eleventh month 2015 (TMA)<
If you stick your neck out for a friend, you’re likely to lose your head.
A friend is a potential enemy in disguise as a loving wife just before vowing ties.
Friends are of all kinds but the kind you want them to be.
A friend you use is a friend you abuse and who has no use of you.
The friend you call upon in need is always in greater need.
If you give a friend an helping-hand, make sure you take it back as soon as you can.
If you trust your friend with your girl, you’re the biggest dope in the world.
When friends meet, they always talk about beating meat.
If you take a friend to dine, make sure he leaves his horse behind.
The friend with daughters is the kind you wished sported blinkers.
A friend who works in banks, we always drop in - in person - to say thanks.
The friend’s wife even if she’s a bad cook is no chinook to hook.
If friends go on vacation with their wives, they always know who connives.
Friends who live close-up always end-up in the lock-up.
A friend with an axe to grind always uses it on some friend’s uterine.
A friendly father is one who takes a lasting interest in his daughter’s girl friends.
A friend who loans you some dough is always knocking on your door.
Only a friend who walks his dog picks the hour your wife goes out for a jog.
A friend at your beck and call must be wondering why you don’t him enthrall.
A friend by any other name is a still a friend you can put to shame.
A friend is someone you can entrust your shame with, but never your fame.
Keep your distance from the friend who shouts in your face for it’s a downright disgrace he spits in your face.
Friends who work for rival companies tend to share daily work memories.
Friends who work in different embassies are thick as thieves.
The greatest friends are those married couples with very large families who realize far too late they are/were really homo-sexuals.
Friends who give one another too many presents ought to look for friends who only give presents.
The best friends are those who need no psycho-analysts for they can see each other without waiting for appointments.
Childhood friends always end-up wishing their friends on other friends.
A friend of a friend always turns up for a spend or a lend.
Long lost friends who meet to go out for the night leave behind wives happy, whallop-py and tight.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
What's a matta Rick?
Get tired or sick
Bored of your board?
The chore you adored
Now left for a ghost
No more here to post
Left for all but dead
Did you lose your head?
Did ya fugeddaboutit?
can't get a "roundtuit?"
Left it high
Left it dry
Go outta your mind?
Get lost in time?
On to greener pastures
Where the flora and fauna grow faster
"The grass isn't always greener
Where the septic tank is cleaner..."
A bit of advice amorphous
From the wise old Greek, Erroneous
Mayhaps thou art a lurkin'
Packin' prose perniciously perkin'
Mr. Robot's radar is workin'
Are you in a gerkin?
Didst thou lose thy quill of tales?
Choo Choo train gone off its rails?
Tall ship lost its sails?
Out huntin' great white whales?
Not a victim of skull-duggery?
Or engaged in some fool-buggery?
Anon, get thee to a nunnery!
I but jest, a bit of funnery!
If you're hangin' with the fairies
Ya best have a care, be wary
They're a tricky little kind
They'll mess with your mind
And before ya even know it
You're a mad mushroom poet...
Hey guys
Just a little word of warning if you are attracted to me
With my alien looking lime green triangular head and bulging eyes
You can see I’m so alluring …
But I’m the epitome of a ‘lady-killer’
Yes, me this innocent looking little green insect
Let me make it VERY clear, if you want to 'make out' with me
Maybe YOU should start PRAYING
Sometimes, in the throws of passion, I have a tendency to BITE …
You may just lose your head!
Now who fancies a date?
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08~15~16
Inspired by the song ‘the female of the species is more deadly than the male
A HEART DIVIDED
A heart divided,
Loving two,
Can't decide what to do.
Go with one and leave the other,
Or go with the other and leave the one.
Use your head and lose your heart
Or use your heart and lose your head.
My heart says, "Let it be."
My head says, "Listen to me."
Holding back.
Letting go.
How will I ever know?
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: Feb. 5, 2017
"All Rights Reserved"
Love is beautiful , till the illusion remains.
It's sweet and welcoming,
And calms all your pain.
It sends butterflies that flutter by,
And slowly, it sinks deeper
Leaving you dazed and renewed, never once thinking.
Company, is what makes you stronger.
Untill the company is bored,
And wants you no longer.
That's when it begins.
A downward spiral,
That's when the illusion starts to end.
Suddenly, that exquisite fire,
Withers and dies.
It isnt exquisite anymore, it's just another pyre.
It burns, smoke rises.
Another illusion destroyed,
It falls as ashes, another army deployed.
The fighting, the screaming,
The bloodless bloodshed.
The crying, the weeping, make you lose your head.
Once it's gone , all hell breaks loose .
The saint becomes a sinner,
And the sinner has no fuel.
All promises , forgotten.
All false truth, revealed.
Suddenly , just like that, one becomes two.
LOVE, exists to rise and fall.
Real till it lasts,
Then it's an illusion thats all.
By
Amanda Miller
As if thanksgiving wasn't enough
being a turkey
is pretty tough
One moment your in a green fiield
getting fat
with your family and friends
Then your life comes to
a nasty end,
As a cruel farmer
with a huge axe
made of Sheffield cold steel
sharpens the edge
upon a grinding wheel.
Moments later
you lose your head
you can't google now more
your as naked as a bull frog
your clothes are on the floor.
Millions of turkey's
Are going to die
and end up on a dinner plate
or in a pie
they claim
turkeys have tears
in their eyes before they die.
Think I'll stick to sardines.
Remember
A turkey should be fore life
not just for Christmas.
Poor things.
Peter Dome.copyrigjt,2013. Dec.
Lessons on Head Containment
People lose their heads
It’s what they do
And should it happen to you
Someone could use it for bowling
Let us pray for containment
Generally and specifically speaking
It is advised
Don’t be born
At the time of the guillotine
Or be of any political persuasion
From that
Or any other era or period in time
Though guillotine is
The great weight loss program
(“2 pounds off the top please!”)
Keep your head with you at all times
When going for a walk
Place your left hand firmly
Over the left side of the head
Place right hand on right of head
And do not prance
Do not look at the sun
It’s already compromised
Decapitated
Removed from other celestial bodies
If someone chases you with an ax
Run…. (Aspirins won’t help)
Bring a bread sized basket with you
If something should happen
Avoid the cost or loss of head containment
Soak it in cool water
Hide your head under covers
From headless horsemen
Or is it horseless headmen?
Beware of pigmies with their stitches
Try not to dangle in the wind by rope
It makes you look silly & dopy or worse
….. Dead….
If all else fails
Go gambling but
Don’t lose your head
What if a bee forgot how to sting?
Is a choirboy not able to sing?
Can birds fly without flapping each wing?
Why is it that you are losing everything?
You lose things here. You lose things there.
You are losing things everywhere.
It all seems like a terrible waste
whenever possessions of yours are misplaced.
I’m sure what you’re looking for can be found.
It just takes so much effort to look around.
All your upbringing appears to be shoddy.
You would lose your head if it wasn’t attached to your body.
School sucks
I see red,
As I tuck
Them into bed.
Children are fed
Tucked into bed,
The last one down,
His name is Ned.
Act like you're dead,
Make me see red,
What about Ned?
Listen! I said.
You are not dead,
Do what I said,
Like Mr. Ted
And keep us fed.
Don't lose your head,
Make me see red,
You are not dead,
Get out of bed!
Go to school,
Follow the rules,
They're useful tools,
Don't be a fool.
Don't be a fool.
Don't be a mule.
It's just cool,
Follow the rules.
I'm A Poet and I Know It
4/27/16
Fluctuations and changes in weather
Forever and ever
Together
Through whatever whenever wherever
For the better
Throughout any endeavors
And adventures
While above and below birds of the same and different feathers
Remember
I would never treat you lesser
Anytime anywhere whether it is or is not interstellar
Near or far away from motion sensors
And the range of any metal detectors
Regardless of if anything I wrote was read
Don't forget and respect what I said
I kid you not, look and think instead
But be sure to not lose your head
Over a trivial amount of bread
While the sky and clouds are colored red
As you stand your ground for what is right in order to keep your family fed
Since way back when
And until the end
Increases and decreases in rpm
At the low and high point of the bend
Many many men
Like to say it all depends
Often, instead of now and then
But it is nothing I'd recommend to myself, family or a friend
The wife of Louis, lavish Marie Antoinette
Extravagantly led the country into debt.
Designed to marry Austria with France,
She led the hapless king a merry dance.
Poor harvests afflicted the farms,
The peasants were all up in arms.
They stormed the Bastille
With militant zeal,
Which triggered off royal alarms.
Although her youthful beauty had been widely prized,
She ended life decapitated and despised.
And that is why you often hear it said,
That avarice can make you lose your head.
16.09.19
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