Best Mccall Poems


Premium Member - Adora, Great Woman -

Adora sixty, happy brave alive
                                 Taste gypsy glory
                                         Enjoy ...

                            Queen sound fault sweet
                           Chaos, silly mango rhyme
                                         Yodel ...

                                 Merry aging bloom
                              Found pearl petal bliss
                                          Viola ...

                             Swing venus dance salsa
                           Smile ... angry lemon image
                                        Humor ... 

                        Photo, great woman - jolly funny
                           Still proud never trick crime
                                         Charm ...














23/02. 2018
* Only five letter words
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Contest, sponsored by: Edward McCall 
Honorable Mention

Premium Member Fiscal Fiasco

I met someone I know quite well, he gets about in cars, does buy and sell.
He spoke to me upon a theme, we were stirring coffee; I had just added my cream.
When (Fiat) money, he intoned..)
This word does it ring a bell?
Of it have you heard; or known, do tell.?
The cost of Fiat cars I then proclaimed'
No it’s of money I speak,he said if it’s all the same,
I had bought some autos and to me the word was told,
That it is money without collateral backing, that’s the truth stone cold!
So in this stressured contemporary rhyme, I think I must… It’s now high time
In fact a lack of sober views and action which did not ensue...
Control! ….. control!, "well they did not" now high (inflation) pop pop pops..!
Consume, consume they said and greed is good for all..!
Poor old Jim john and Doug..)  Rachel, Joan and Queenie McCall..!
A dream was sold and lives were told, It’s Oh! so safe, more so than gold!
Now Fiat cash is on the scene, they run it off Oh! ream on ream
Just like my coffee encircling mug, so here’s to the truth lets give it a plug.
When I again pour in my cream, 
as it begins to merge like inflations infusion, Maybe I’ll dream.
That financial fiasco’s and social screams are only rumours on a jittery theme,
However until "their problem" has been (sold),  I’ll trade some paper cash for gold.

© Joe Maverick 13-11-2010

Premium Member A Heart-To-Heart Talk

"Why do you love me, Dear?" she cooed.
    "You're cuddly, cute, and sweet," he said.
    "Your mama's cat is too," she cried
    and made some distance in the bed.

    "Just teasing, Hon! I wasn't through,"
    he reasoned with his peeved young wife.
    "I'd be a wretched, lonely man
    without you to complete my life."

    "Now, why do you love me?" he asked.
    Her answer: "You're so good and kind
    and very easy on the eyes.
    A man like you is quite a find."

    He smiled. "Such precious words, my love,        
    but you've described our pastor too
    and other men we both could name.
    Why was it I you chose to woo?"

    "Your point is gently made," she said.
    "My HEART chose you, and yours chose me."
    Mere words will never be enough
    to tell what eyes of love can see. 



Date: January 29, 2018
Contest Title: Eloquent Banter: You Tease me So Nicely       Placed 1st      
Sponsor: Edward McCall

January 7, 2019, entered in Mark Toney's 2019 Poetry Marathon,
mile 10     placed 7th of 10

September 10, 2020
entered in the Strand Completely Your Choice (7) Poetry Contest


From My Heart To Your Heart

Writing poetry can be therapeutic 
It's fun
It's caring 
It's inspirational 
It's emotional
And when one writes from the heart
It spills effortlessly onto the page 
Hoping to inspire and steal the hearts of poetry lovers

Because when poetry comes from the heart
It reaches the crescendo of its beauty
Sharing delicate rhymes with splendid
eloquence
Proving to all
That true beauty resides within the heart
The poet exhumes the deepest
of fantasies, love and adoration
Enticing the reader to taste the deliciousness of each word

It's a joy to write something that can put a smile in a poetry lover's heart
From my heart to your heart

Collaboration with Edward McCall 
           9-6-17
         

Taking a little time out... God bless soup friends and thank you all for your support and kindness, I am forever grateful! Smile :)

Premium Member Aces and Eights

At a poker table in a Deadwood saloon,
Wild Bill Hickok popped his last balloon.
He suffered the most ignominious of fates
while holding black pairs of aces and eights.
Bill was unexpectedly shot in the back of the head.
“Crooked Nose Jack” McCall rendered Hickok dead.
Wild Bill was playing a game of five card draw.
His assailant was someone he never saw.
Since the Dakotas were in Indian country,
McCall could not be protected from double jeopardy.
A second trial convicted Jack McCall.
He was left hanging by his neck, and that was all.
This was one of the legendary tales of the West.
Wild Bill Hickok was more popular than most of the rest.

I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.

Premium Member A Bit of Lofty Chit Chat

Greetings from Canada dear readers !  Let me cajole you with a wee bit of fun
and ardent banter.  Well, obviously I am Canadian and we are very polite and
charming people, we are sorry when we are guilty of nothing.  We say please
and thank you and your welcome often.  It is drilled into us from childhood.
You bump into us and lickety-split we will say sorry! It can all get quite absurd.
Talking about absurd there is a real rigmarole going on with a groundhog, a
rodent who predicts if we will get a long winter or a short winter.  What kind of
nincompoop believes in this gobbledygook. The story goes that if the rodent,
excuse me, I mean groundhog sees his shadow we have six more weeks of 
winter.  Now, being a fairly intelligent girl, I say in a forceful voice, balderdash!
I could have predicted six more weeks of winter. Without getting cantankerous,
it is bloody freezing outside!  Apparently this pampered, Willie rodent saw his
big fat shadow and it was declared. What a brouhaha that caused.  Why did they
not just ask me ? Oh, we may get a little melt, to tease us but the snow and
cold will stick around to torment us, the wind will blow and the snow will fall.

the bare branches wish
     for soft emerald green gowns-
                             snowflakes swirl and twirl

_______________________
February 4, 2018


Poetry/Haibun/A Bit Of Lofty Chit Chat
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9895-87
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, Eloquent Banter;  You tease me so nicely
sponsor, Edward McCall

Honorable Mention


Lil' Richie

A butcher named Richard McCall
Attended a naturist ball.
        But at registration,
        Due to refrigeration,
His name tag read "Dickie McSmall".
© Ken Rone  Create an image from this poem.

My Sunshine Heart and Moonlight Love

Good morning my sunshine of heart
How glorious you look this morning
Bright and shining nothing can compare
You give me joy my heart is light

Your warm touch gives me that feeling
That always makes things better
You banish all that darkens my thoughts
I am light on my feet I can fly

Good evening my moonlight love 
I sail into the dark smiling and knowing
You my moonlight love will be there waiting 
to embrace me with your glowing love

I lean forward and kiss you
The shimmering light of your love
Surrounds us as our lips touch
My heart radiates like the sun 

Your smile is my light 
It chases my dark clouds away 
No longer do I fear the dark 
For your brilliance surrounds me

In this life we love and live together
None can do us apart 
Close your eyes I am here
My sunshine heart and moonlight love 


 Collaboration with Edward McCall
            8-23-17

Premium Member More Epitaphs Observed At Evergreen Cemetery

Cecil the Magician knew a heap of tricks,
But, alas, couldn't get himself out of this fix!

Carl was laid to rest for his eternal snooze,
Brought about by guzzling too much booze!

Pete was a rock-hard liberal Democrat.
Lord, be merciful and forgive him for that!

'Twas well-known that Cletus was such a crooked politician,
That he had to be screwed in the ground by the mortician!

Buster was shot while fencing his plunder.
Now he lies a-moldering six feet under!

Clarice was an avid tea party conservative Republican.
Democrats need her vote - Lord, convert her if you can!

Fred met his doom when his plane malfunctioned.
To make matters worse his parachute disfunctioned!

Here reposes the mortal shell of Marty McCall,
Who met his doom in a barroom brawl!

Bob sank without a trace and things looked grim.
He tried to tell them that he couldn't swim!

At last he found peace when he suddenly died,
But now his shrewish wife dwells by his side!

The doc warned him about all that cholesterol.
Too much meat and taters brought about his fall!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved

Premium Member Mary Lost Sheep - a Little Laughter

Brave Texas woman rides horse after Mary’s white sheep. 
Sheep taken while girls watch hanky-panky movie. 
Cross River finds green field empty.
Minny Mouse gives dozen sheep water.
Horse yield tired, needs break.
Rogue tiger hears lunch bells, mouth water.
Lambs chops fried, makes great table plate.
Black wolfs lofty large sharp teeth scare tiger.
Tiger cries, belly hurts, maybe wolfs share sheep.
Woman shows small rifle which drive large wolfs south.

Wolfs   smile, visit piggy house, worth their labor, 
mouth water, stuff apple piggy mouth sound sweet.
Large brick house saves piggy.

Girls awake, where Mary’s sheep flock?
Girls didn’t proper watch furry sheep. 

2/22/2018
Poetry Contest: A little laughter five 
  Sponsored by: Edward McCall
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Laugh - Fives

Moshe, Larry, Curly,
Howls, cries, nyuks;
Three silly comic stars:
Smile, clown -- Cluck!

Chico, Harpo, Benny, Berle,
Moron grins, happy chins;
Crazy nutty comic kooks:
Funny jokes -- egads zooks!  

Alvin Ailey, dance gaily,
False teeth: Brush daily; 
Silly Sally, Dilly-dally,
Ollie, Holly, Mollie!

Belly flops, fatal plops, 
Messy slops, lemon drops;
Harry Caray, Tooth Fairy,
Music Maven -- Chuck Berry.

Pitty-patty, kitty-katty,
Ticky-tacky, Cinci-nnati
Polly-Wolly, Wooly Bully,
Diffy-daffy, Laughy Taffy!

   
       March 22, 2018
    
     Contest entry in "A little laughter five," sponsored by
     Edward McCall, closing date - March 23, 2018


Notes:  Moe Howard's (of the Three Stooges) actual first name was Moshe.
  'Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk' was a trademark line of Curly (3 Stooges.) 
   Berle is comedian: Milton Berle (aka 'Uncle Miltie').
  'Egads zooks' is an exclamation my mother and others of her
   generation used to use (frequently). 
  'Wooly Bully' was a pop song by Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs,
   released in 1965; it soared high on the Top-40 charts.

Premium Member Love Like a Red Red Rose

She blushed as the rose, taken from her ebony hair,
moved gracefully, slowly, sensually sliding,
brushing her eyelids, cheeks, and ruby lips,

tickled her neck, teased her décolletage, further
pinching her countenance with ruddy heat.

He spoke in whispers as the petals slid off
her shoulders, in the way he said “Oh Caroline”

like an ardent hymn, whilst the sun smiled
from his blazing eyes.  The swing on the porch
gently swaying in the magnolia-scented breeze.

His fingers brushed her palms and rested upon
her lifeblood pulse, and he teased her with
gentility, spoke like the wind through her tresses,

“Oh, Car-o-line”

Even her name spoken slowly, precisely. He whispered
pleasures of the lips and tongue, of her breasts, hips
and waist.  After his tenacious bantering, his knees

quivering, hit the floor, and like a prayer, once more

“Caroline, marry me, sweet Caroline”

and the excitement of diamonds
would ensure travel of soft curves
and ecstasy of dips and valleys.

She lifted her willowy lashes, deliberately
making his heart race, whispering his name,
whilst the second hand sipped lemonade,

and just as eloquent with her answer, pursed
her full lips and said, “be mine, my love”

2/5/2018
Eloquent Banner/Contest by Edward McCall

Bunny Fable - Contest

Poem’s Notes:

(Bride didn’t clear grade three exams.
Tests shant deter life’s plans!
Groom talks silly taboo.
Never cared, likes wife’s screw!)



Groom wears loose jeans.
Shaft fills tight seams.
Bride looks under table.
Likes sight; tells fable:

“Once there lived Bunny.
Shhhh…quiet Honey.”
Bride began story again…
“Bunny wants hare’s skins.
Loves butts tight; small.
Bunny noses sniff flaws.”

Groom stops…quick…think!
Gulps. Yikes! Heart sinks.
(Bride butt’s quite jumbo.)
(Pours soups, lotsa gumbo)
“Hurry, Lover. Sorta tired.
Early morns, debts mired.”

Bride yawns, takes pause.
Shirk small Groom flaws.
“Never worry, Bride cares.”
Ended story,  twirl hairs.



Written:  02/21/18
Contest:  Little Laughter Five
Host:  Edward McCall

Premium Member Will Bring About a World of Change

His gift of eloquent banter and jest
got him blessed with a seat wearing a crest
of many colours on his pompous vest,
swelling his breast; our terror of unrest.

He's the rage of everyone's attention
pictorial song and dance admission.
Funny some statements never seem mention
imperfection bringing less attention.

His gift of eloquent banter splitting
the grand stage trying to build a fitting
world of elaborate change unwitting,
out with the old, in with the new knitting.

Storms approaching with rage wanting to wage, 
his statement "I will build a greater stage,
nobody builds them better than a mage.
Mark my words, it will or will disengage.

His gift of eloquent banter and love
have fallen out of trust worth thinking of;
country watch intently from up above,
in balconies chances for former Gov.

So, you heard it all before falling in
and out of trust; will he forfeit or win.

1-30-2018


Poetry Contest: Eloquent banter; You tease me so nicely - 
Sponsored by: Edward McCall
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Magic Brown Bread

Magic Brown Bread


Baker fully aware
     brown bread baked gaily
          would later cause ardor
while eaten daily.

Since Muira Puama added,
     spicy amour arose.
            Basic logic found,       
bread eaten, oomph grows!

Baker grins, beams, avows
     lover pairs visit daily,
          stand perky, await turns;
munch magic bread gaily.


February 20, 2018

Contest: A Little Laughter Five
Sponsor: Edward McCall 
Rules: All words must contain 5 letters only

*Muira Puama is an herb used as an aphrodisiac

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