Best Meryl Poems
A fat bluefin tuna down deep
Was fished out one night when asleep
He was looking quite pale
Had escaped a big whale
To be Sushi for one Meryl Streep
for Carolyn Devonshire's Limerick on Sea Tales competition
CAN YOU SPEAK WOMAN?
I can speak French and sometimes Chinese
I can also speak cat with some ease
When he miaows at me as he goes
I mimic his call and he knows
When the dog barks I reply
Even the horse and I see eye to eye
But I can’t speak “woman”
It’s beyond the speech power of a man.
I can’t talk for hours about shoes
And discuss the merits of mauves or blues
Or share the humour of how pink bows
Don’t go with green pillows
And go all weepy over Meryl Streep
Or wax lyrical over some punk-rock creep
Or persuade some guy to discuss flowers
Rather than the size of the nuclear powers
.. . . . so she said. . . . so then I said. . .
And she whispered. . . . and her face went red. . . .
No it’s impossible to spend hours on the phone
I’d rather sit watching football all alone
It’s futile me trying to pretend
An interest in what gift to send
Or remember birthdays wi th accuracy
Such a task would drive me crazy
God save me from female speech
Let me speak “man”, I beseech
Just let me sit alone and grunt
Or maybe shoot, fish, and hunt
And talk to the dog about football facts
Or maybe to the car while I wax.
I looked in the window and what did I see? Huma was scissoring with Hillary.
My, oh my, what some hairy thighs. These beasts were coming right before my eyes.
There titties were a handful and sagged to their knees.
For some degenerate libtards they were sure to please.
It wasn't really so, but it seemed to be. Huma was scissoring with Hillary.
I looked once again and to my disbelief, Hillary was Scissoring with Meryl Streep
I fought back the gag as Meryls tongue went deep. You just cant unsee that, I may never again sleep.
Their escapade was disgraceful as they squirted like sleeze. Their hemmoraging vaginas smelled like dirty sock cheese.
It wasn't really so but it seemed to be Hillary was scissoring with Meryl Streep.
I looked in the window and what did I see?
Rosie was scissoring with Hillary.
My oh my what gigantic thighs Hillary had vanished right before my eyes.
Rosies vagina had engulfed her and half of the sheets. Rosie left a snail trail as she walked down the street
This time it really is so, at least it seems to be,
this nightmare is over with Hillary.
Meryl's love was fool's gold,
but he didn't want to think it...
He loved *her* till she was very old
surrounded by her trinkets.
She fashioned trinkets all her life
and put her soul into it...
She wasn't the ideal wife,
if he dared but think it.
Meryl's love was not real...
She only loved her trinkets.
Blue and red were on her shelf
if you went and saw it.
Deception's path was slow for him...
He thought Meryl would alter,
but she pretended love, as he could see,
from the day she was at altar.
And so it was that Meryl died...
In her coffin were her trinkets.
He saw her 'love' was but a hide.
"Begone with you, and trinkets!"
11/11/2016
** I went outside and watched the summer sky....
Cotton in the clouds –
If I cling on these softness,
Will the wind find you?
Slabs in the clouds –
If I hop from cloud to cloud,
Will it lead to you? .
Ladder in the clouds –
If I climb the swirling stairs,
Will you be up there?
Bus in the clouds –
If I ride on it, will it
Drop me off your path?
Pillows in the clouds –
If I lay my head on it,
Will you lie down with me?
** Hmm...
Floating in the clouds -
Meryl Streep dancing with Clint*
in the kitchen floor.
**I went inside...Oops...
Cottons in the clouds –
Children having pillow fights
I need you at home.
*(You & I)
7/27/14
There is an odious gal named Meryl
Go meddling with Meryl at your peril
She bites where it hurts
And calls it her perks
For being an adventurous rebel.
Meryl once bit a fella on the neck
He said “dear, I only asked for a peck”
So peck she then did
And charged fifty quid
He shot off at once and said “I’ve no cheque.”
Meryl ran like a bat out of hell
Used to it Meryl was, one can tell
As there was no way
She’d bite without pay
For she was going through a dry spell.
As you are aware I get what I call my inspiration, if that’s the word, for my poems from news items and a comment by Meryl Streep at the recent awards ceremony for actors/actresses /films etc. in America caught my attention.
Meryl Streep criticised Donald Trumps!
By Stanley R Harris.
The new mad Author.
We are all great actors in this wide, wild world.
Some actors make the limelight and the press hang on to their every word.
Jokes made in this day on anyone or anything.
Are not for us to moan and groan and say you cannot say that thing.
Disabled persons, white, black, man or woman, Brighton landladies as well.
All laugh at one another, unless you’re an actor as well.
So do your acting you actors/actresses, etc. whoever you pretend you are.
But please, leave the jokers alone, as we all do like a laugh.
I wonder why you award yourselves with Oscar masks so bright.
As I wonder how many takes it takes, to get your scene just right.
Do you not laugh on or off the set? Do you moan and groan each day?
Just leave the jokers you don’t like, don’t laugh at them I say.
I have been in a wheelchair, on crutches two as well.
And now I have a walking stick with a hooter not a bell.
And bless, that gets a blinking laugh and I’m pleased to tell.
When I see those people laugh at me, well bless, I blinking laugh as well.
We all are actors in a way, some of us not so well known.
But honest if you can make folk laugh, that’s better than greeting a drone.
As if receiving one of them, you might not have a home.
So if Mr. D Trump when he’s president can make Mr V Putin laugh.
And world peace can be started, who then has the last laugh?
BRIDGES
There are those problematically structured:
Garth Brooks had burning bridges “one by one”,
London’s was always falling down, ruptured,
Paul Simon over troubled water would “lay him down”.
But there are also excellent bridges in no peril:
Like those of Madison County
Peopled tenderly by Eastwood Clint and Streep Meryl,
And those in Paris under which the bounty
Of Edith Piaf would make your dreams come true.
Bling
I predict that bling will stick,
It has so many variations,
It will be overdone, but still it’s fun
To use easy for many connotations.
Marilyn Monroe was bling herself,
Maybe through and through,
But Meryl Streep with her Prada bling,
If on the street would be untrue.
An opera singer might sing with bling,
Necklaces, boas and such,
I like a little bling myself,
But am careful not to use too much.
I think sparkle when I think bling,
Annie in a sparkly little vest,
Parading on a leash in the best dog show,
With a bling crown on her head as the best.
A politician might try to fool
With conservative pin stripes and solid blue,
But his true self would soon be betrayed,
By the tassels on his alligator shoes.
Should I want you to think I was very rich,
I might rent a diamond for my neck,
My bling might fool someone else,
But not you, my friends, by heck.
Bling or no bling can say what you are,
Or it can be used to impress or deceive,
Whether Christmas lights or starry nights,
Bling’s here to stay, I believe.
A BEMUSEMENT SPARK
Meryl was once mine
And she was merry
She was Meryl
Meryl was mine
Meryl was my sunshine
My way to douse the darkness with an ample dose of joy
I rode a motorcycle with Meryl
I trained moonbeams with Meryl
When the moon and my Meryl reigned supreme
Meryl was a dream answered by angels who rule over luster and love
Meryl meant merriment and a mystic meaning of bemusement
Meryl and I ran rampant through an amusement park where children’s laughter was the music Meryl made
A place where fantasies never fade
And cotton candy cascades over casual afternoons and afterthoughts made by the mysticism of Meryl
Meryl and the music she made
With due attention to my intentions paid
Meryl was Merlot with the finest finesse of fine wine
Meryl momentarily was mine
By design
Meryl was momentarily mine
© 2012…copyright.PHREEPOETREE...~free cee!~
Previous winners were Elie Wiesel,
Mother Teresa, Bob Hope,
Norman Rockwell, Rosa Parks,
Walt Disney and a Pope*…
B.B.King and Yo Yo Ma,
Dylan and Pearl Bailey,
Frank Sinatra, E.B. White,
Tom Hanks and Alvin Ailey…
Meryl Streep and I.M. Pei,
Spielberg and De Niro,
Harper Lee, Casals, Aretha –
Every one a hero.
Shockingly, another name’s
Been added to the list,
With whom most honorees, I think,
Would hate to coexist.
For if you read Rush Limbaugh’s quotes,
So shameful, cruel and mean,
You likely would agree his presence
In that group’s obscene.
It should have come as no surprise
For such a bad decision
Is what’s to be expected from
The master of division.
*Pope John XXIII
She asked her daughter to explain fully
How she became the target of a female bully
“The bully said I have an odd, long face
The kids cried, ‘Disgrace, disgrace, disgrace!’”
“Oh Mom, please, is it true?
Is my face odd and long, I’m asking you?”
Oh sweetie, I’m sure you heard it wrong,
No doubt what she said was O-B, oblong
“Oblong? Oblong? That sounds worse!
What is an Ob? It sounds like a curse!l”
No, no, my precious there is no disgrace
Many famous women have an oblong face
“Famous women? I hope it’s true
But can an oblong face be pretty too?”
Of course they can be both famous and pretty
Some even viewed as most attractive and witty
“Who are they, Mom, please tell me who?
What are their names? Who? Who? Who?”
Kim Kardashian, Carrie Underwood, Liv Tyler
Victoria Beckham, Maggie Q, Sara Jessica Parker
Meryl Streep, Angelina Jolie, Lisa Kudrow
Courtney Cox, Mika Jovovich, Gwyneth Paltrow
“Mom, I don’t know who those people are …”
That’s ok dear, each one is a star!
Having an oblong face is a reason for pride
A good thing not bad—no reason to hide
“Thank you, mom, I feel so much better
When that bully shows up I’ll just laugh and forget her!”
Mom’s huge hugs are always the best
Helping us see how much we are blessed
A BEMUSEMENT SPARK
Meryl was once mine
And she was merry
She was Meryl
Meryl was mine
Meryl was my sunshine
My way to douse the darkness with an ample dose of joy
I rode a motorcycle with Meryl
I trained moonbeams with Meryl
When the moon and my Meryl reigned supreme
Meryl was a dream answered by angels who rule over luster and love
Meryl meant merriment and a mystic meaning of bemusement
Meryl and I ran rampant through an amusement park where children’s laughter was the music Meryl made
A place where fantasies never fade
And cotton candy cascades over casual afternoons and afterthoughts made by the mysticism of Meryl
Meryl and the music she made
With due attention to my intentions paid
Meryl was Merlot with the finest finesse of fine wine
Meryl momentarily was mine
By design
Meryl was momentarily mine
© 2012…copyright.PHREEPOETREE...~free cee!~
I take out the old-fashioned dress in my mother’s closet.
It’s a rose-colored fabric that you liked from your 50’s pageant.
And its floral scent underneath reminded me about you for a reason.
I got mad each time I learned you skipped a Christmas season.
The only thing I have is your pretty face in my silver locket.
Your memory is hanging from my neck; I wish not to drop it.
I could still see us picnicking in the small backyard,
There I stand next to you and pretend to be a bodyguard.
Gray was the shade of your hair; I revered it in my sleep.
You look like your favorite actress, you called her Meryl Streep.
I could have touched the way you pinched my hand in the hospital room.
But I can still see you sitting on an empty chair – I assume.
She was a doll, but she did not like to be treated like one.
She created her own world, a world of fun.
She put herself into a cage and sneered and jeered.
The rest of the family ducked when she cheered.
She refused to wear clothes too; she was feral, our Meryl.
She is so delicate grandma said, a wonder, a pearl.
Let’s get her a giraffe, my husband suggested. I had no idea why.
But I went along with him, for he had a gleam in his eye.
Mr. G.Q. Giraffe was a gay blade, persnickety and picky.
He insisted on things his own way until things got rather icky.
They live in our house, but we refuse to deal with them.
Because they both do whatever they want on a whim.
How about a tiger? My husband asked me the other day.
That’s when I moved out and far, far away.