Best Musketeers Poems
You have all heard I am sure of the three musketeers
The group with the swords not the ones with the funny ears
Reminds me of a joke that right here would apply
There are three kinds of people I tell you no lie
Those who are really quite good at math
And those who are not and that's that
They were the three musketeers but they were four
Their math was bad not three, four and no more
I hope you're all still with me, I'm not trying to be a pest
I need you to follow me because at the end there's a test
There is Casarah
Yeah and hurrah
She is a good ma
Then there is Tim
You should know him
He's tall and trim
And finally there is the kind hearted Jan
From England she's the one with no tan
Coy and demure behind her fancy fan
If you kept count that makes three
Who can argue. You'd have to agree.
Now we have arrived at what I am trying to say
I've just joined them and I quite enjoy sword play
Do you see? I am number four.
I'll just walk through their door.
That makes me the best, the fillet mignon
It turns out that I am frikin' D'Artagnan.
Categories:
musketeers, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Full moon ... or nearly ...
I sit on the pier as it groans with swells,
Dangling my nostalgic heart in the freezing Atlantic,
Forty-plus years gaze back at me, frowning.
(Is it my heart that speaks my name?)
Then - my girlfriend and best friend, also a girl,
Three mad musketeers on a runaway train of endorphins,
Lost in a chaotic swirl of confused emotional surges ...
Freedom, hormones, a van. the warm summer evenings.
(Is it my heart that fans the flame?)
I'd sneak in the sliding glass doors at six every morning,
Sleep a couple of hours, work in the family store from ten-to-six,
Drive the forty-five minutes to pick up the girls,
Then off ... the islands, the beaches, the city, the lake ...
(Is it my heart that seeks to blame?)
Craziness and music and all things that teenage kids shouldn't do -
Repeat the process the entire summer ... yeah, entire ...
How did we survive? How did we live on just three hours sleep?
Why is my soul the only one drowned in this bay?
(Is it my heart that feels the same?)
Why is mine the only forlorn spirit that wanders back, sullen?
The god on a cloud tossing pixie dust -
Watching it sink to the cold depths ...
With those damned, hopelessly hopeful dreams.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Brian's Choice S, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
musketeers, adventure, friendship, longing, love,
Form:
Free verse
I wrote a poem of despair
My hearts been tossed up into the air
She wrote a limerick that was taboo
She made me laugh when I was so blue
Entering stage left was Tim
Writing of past lovers sins in a hymn
It seems that we laugh or we cry
We live, we love, or we die
The three of us, holding poetic swords up high
Throughout the ages we all do fly
No subject goes unspoken
For the freedom of words we've awoken
No battle to long or too fierce
Our duels are true and unrehearsed.
Through blood, sweat and tears
A bond so strong that sweetens the years
All for one and one for all
Let us carry on and have a ball!
Categories:
musketeers, funny, humor,
Form:
Triolet
One year I spent Halloween in New York City.
O Henry was the name of my taxi driver. I told
him to Take 5 while I stopped in a candy store
for some favorite candies to give out for the
Trick or treaters I would encounter that night.
My kids always loved Skittles and Nerds, but
my husband prefers Kit Kat bars Now and Later.
My choice has always been Mounds because I
adore coconut. I paid the Chunky clerk and hurried
back to to the taxi with my arms full of candy.
It was already twilight as we passed 5th Avenue.
Mr. Goodbar, my boss, was waiting for me at the
hotel as we drove down an older Rocky Road.
I was on a business trip, but I had time off to
enjoy the evening on Halloween. I got into my
Jolly Rancher costume. Pay Day left me with
plenty of funds to give out candy to every kid
making the rounds on the streets, so I intended
to have a candy Spree with lots of Snickers.
Some of the kids were little Smarties, but I still
had fun passing out a Skor, Bar None. I passed
Three Musketeers in gorgeous costumes on the
street and as the night wore on and the Air Heads
began to get scary, I had enough. I had Zero
candy left anyway. I walked back to the hotel like
a Slo Poke gazing up at our Galaxy, the Milky Way,
and I viewed a Starburst which capped my night
with Almond Joy!
10-10-18
How Sweet It Is Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Carol Connell
Categories:
musketeers, candy,
Form:
Narrative
I was walking on the heath near Rocky Road with Mike and Ike, we’d been pals since our college days and called ourselves The Three Musketeers. We’d just had our pay day and were off on a spending spree on 5th Avenue then going to play skittles and then go to a music gig at Mr Good Bar to hear Lemonhead and the Lifesavers and Take 5.
When we arrived at Goobers Superbowl; my first ball was a disaster! I dropped the bowling ball, oops butterfingers; performed a tootsie roll and scored zero! Mike and Ike burst out laughing - I could hear their snickers ! I called them nerds but in reality they are not air heads they are a couple of smarties! It’s such a shame I wasn’t playing last week as there was a bowling marathon and the winner was the person with the lowest skor I could have had such fun going on holiday to see the sno caps on Starburst mountain with the prize of 100 grand!
We were very hungry after bowling so decided to take 5 at whatchamacallits, which was previously the Charleston Chew diner. Their slo poke dove cocktails were the best bar none, they were absolute whoppers!. I ordered some chunky Swedish fish, spicy hot tamales and mounds of Boston baked beans and drank a filter coffee but it was milky, way too milky.
I got out my Samsung Galaxy phone to call to my uncle Henry. I joined the dots pattern on the screen to unlock the phone. He wanted to have a long chat as he’d recently retired as a jolly rancher but I told him I needed to get home to feed my cat Kit Kat. I said O Henry I’ve got to go now, and later I’ll ring you.
How sweet it is Poetry Contest sponsored by Carol Connell
9/30/18
Categories:
musketeers, fun,
Form:
Narrative
As I went with my friends MIKE and IKE
Like THREE MUSKETEERS we went for a hike
Down a ROCKY ROAD we watched for birds
Down 5TH AVENUE...we all looked like NERDS
To find a DOVE - it paid 100 GRAND
But we stopped to watch a MARATHON band
They looked like AIR-HEADS, they all had some zits
They call themselves the WATCHAMACALITS
My friend the SLO-POKE he's a little bit funky
He ate too many BOSTON BAKED BEANS...now he is CHUNKY
My other friend HEATH left Henry and me
In search for some SKITTLES...his sweet tooth SPREE
But all that he found, were KIT KAT and SNOW CAPS
And some sticky LIFESAVERS he threw down on our laps
My name that they call me..is MR. GOOD BAR
I'm an old JOLLY RANCHER with a GALAXY car
How Sweet It Is Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carol Connell
9/24/2018
Categories:
musketeers, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Rules: Use at least 10 candy names from those listed below.
(30 candy names used)
Tomorrow we'll explore our Galaxy,
not just by space ship, but with 'space nerds' too!
We smarties, gifted Mike and Ike, with me,
will start our marathon and journey through
the Milky Way, where now and later we'll
be called 'Three Musketeers', the best, bar none,
to capture live a star burst with great zeal,
or see sno-caps on spheres far from the sun.
We bet each other a full 100 grand,
that we'll make history on this space spree;
discover whoppers, things we beforehand
knew zero 'bout those sites we couldn't see.
We're on a rocky road, since asteroids
can put an end to pay day...must take 5,
and watch our every move like paranoids,
not air heads, if we want to stay alive.
We'll take along some good Boston Baked Beans
with hot tamales and Ike's Charleston Chew,
a snack his mom bakes filled with good proteins;
and frozen Swedish fish will please us too.
Okay, we're off to Club 5th Avenue
for a good meal before we board for flight.
The Jolly Rancher hamburg, or Dots stew,
are lifesavers to please our appetite
before we're stuck with whatchamacallit
food, Mr. Goodbar, cook, packed up to go.
Goodbye for now...from sunlit to starlit,
please wish us mounds of luck from down below.
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Contest: 'Screwed XIX
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 01/02/2019
Candy Bar Words To Use (choose 10)
Dove, Chunky,100 Grand, Bar None, Galaxy, Marathon, Milky Way, Mounds, Mr. Good Bar, Pay Day, Rocky Road, Skor, Snickers, Take 5, Whatchamacallit, Zero, Skittles, Jolly Rancher, Starburst, Smarties, Three Musketeers, Tootsie Roll, Kit Kat, Air Heads, Boston Baked Beans, Charleston Chew, Dots, Hot Tamales, Lemonheads, Nerds, Slo Poke, Sno-Caps, Spree, O Henry, Whoppers, Swedish Fish, Butterfinger, Lifesavers, 5th Avenue, Mike and Ike, Heath, Goobers, Now and Later
Categories:
musketeers, future, humorous, space, voyage,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Everything was set and plans were made
The two Musketeers would become three
The day you finally came
But it all went wrong in the blink of an eye
No heartbeat to hear but they promise no blame
Sometimes life is just this way
Beyond devastation, utter humiliation,
Left to die inside alone
Then my first Musketeer, my best friend
Couldn't hold on anymore and so began his end
Watching the suffering with hands so tightly tied
My heart was exploding but nowhere to hide
I watch in horror as all I loved died
Taking with them all of me
But the tears I nightly cried
A lone Musketeer cannot make it alone
Her horse too feeble as her shack is no home
So I sit and linger these torturous days of agony alone
I see their faces and know they wait for me
Why must I endure this anguish here without them?
And remain in life’s shadows
FOREVER UNSEEN
Categories:
musketeers, absence, anger, angst, bereavement,
Form:
Elegy
There is a story of four musketeers
French history would have you believe,
But no it’s not true they are Brits through and through
With a welsh lassies...but we will not grieve
It’s all for one and one for all
Never one alone, will ever fall
The cry goes up and you can all hear
The other three will always be here.
Their swords are sharp their tongues are too
You can battle just one but never win two
Our weapons unique a pen or keyboard
Together the musketeers will never be floored
We have age and experience love and friendship
We cover our backs so the knife cannot slip
A tear cannot fall it will soon be wiped dry
And the four musketeers will never cause a sigh.
So raise up your sword arms and rally to the call
The four musketeers are gonna have a ball
We will patrol and protect all those in our clan
The four musketeers always stand up for their man
© ~GG~ 07/03/2013
Categories:
musketeers, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
All treats and no tricks.
Said the man in the scarecrow hat.
Apple cider and pumpkin pie.
Candy bags filled a mile high.
But no tricks from the skeleton costume.
Just hershey bars and three musketeers.
All treats and no tricks.
Said the whichy woman with a broomstick
in her hand.
Just a bag full of candy corn and chocalote kisses.
All treats and no tricks.
Said the boy in the frankenstein monster costume.
This Halloween is the funnest time of year..
Halloween Treat-Poetry by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2014..ALL rights reserved.
Categories:
musketeers, halloween, happiness,
Form:
Epigram
Arianna Grande (FYI The Actress was recently caught licking an un-purchased donut in a store)
You can lick my Butter finger
You can lick my Baby Ruth
And even all three musketeers
If you're in the mood
Mr. GoodBar you can lick it
Oh Henry, lick'em too
But there's one thing little Ari
You must never ever do
You can touch your tongue to Wonka
Swap spit with Almond joy
Run your lingua 'cross my mounds
Which I'm sure you've done before
Rub saliva on Godiva
You can slime my Hershey's S'mores
But never ever Ari
Touch a Donut in my store
Categories:
musketeers, candy, humor, humorous, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
Hour ago raised the morning sun
The eastern army outnumbers the hussars fifteen to one
The battle has began
Hussar horses with thousand thundering hooves begun their run
Eastern army cannons and muskets will discharge
As the hussars push forward in awe inspiring charge
Before the muskets and cannons can recharge
The front of the hussar left wing is at large
The lances pierce through musketeers like a storm
The hussar charge starts spread far apart then single column like a spear it will form
Into one group of two different colors two groups previously separated will transform
The hussar charge is deep in the musketeers’ ranks the each commander his king will inform
The sea of lances comes down like avalanche or volcanic rain
The furry of battle is insane
Impaled warriors sometimes six all at once cry in pain
How could things look so bad for musketeers at those odds is hard to explain
It is the horses of hussars that caused musketeer breakdown
The horses that were mixes of Mongolian blood with that of the once bread by the crown
Mesmerizing is the speed with which hussars their enemy have cut down
And despite of larger enemy force it is the musketeers that in the blood would drown
It is those magnificent horses that hussars have bred
It is the speed that enemy would come to dread
Some horses were chestnut almost red
Some were colored like a puzzle white patches yet black head
Some white and some black like the night
Like hybrid horses hybrid number defines sun’s morning light
Normal horizon is destiny of Gods that mage would incite
So with hybrid number as horizons just imagine power of its sun’s light
But that power is mind not the soul
And it is black stallion with visage as deep as the soul
Dark means deep and stallion is black as coal
He represents the deepest essence of free unbound soul
Categories:
musketeers, fantasy, horse, war,
Form:
Rhyme
We're the class of sweet '16! We're not tender vittles... we're Skittles! We're shooting Starbursts, reaching for the Milky Way. We aren't always Nerds-- we can be Airheads, too! :) We're on top of the world, even if we get the occasional Snickers! We may have to Crunch down on time once in a while, but you don't have to be the Three Musketeers to have Mounds of fun and Almond Joy! We do get the Snickers sometimes, huh?
*snicker
Categories:
musketeers, candy,
Form:
Free verse
It's Halloween and as we know
It's a special time of year
There's scary things and ghostly beings
Meant to bring out fear
There's lots of innuendos
I hope you do not mind
If I can take the liberty
As some may not seem kind
They're meant to make you Snickers
And put a smile upon your face
Please forgive me for my twisted mind
If that is not the case
I'd like to know, if you'd mind
If I tricked you with my treats
Your like a tasty candy bar
I'm sure you're sticky sweet
I'll take you to the Milky Way
Or maybe even Mars
I want to squeeze you Bun so tight
My rock candy is so hard
You're like a Peppermint Patty
You take my breath away
I'll bring you years of Almond Joy
I've so much more to say
When you lick a Lollipop
It makes my poor heart race
I wish that you would unwrap me
Let's cut right to the chase
I'd place some Miniature Kisses
All around your luscious Mounds
I'd start with licks, then give you my Twix
Till you shout O Henry loud
To taste your Whatchamacallit
I would give 100 Grand
And move my Butterfingers
All across your skin
You can bet that Mikey likes it
And his Pop Rocks would explode
How many licks would it take to get
To the center of his Tootsie Roll
I'll be your Sugar Daddy
If you will let me be
I hope to Skor, at least once more
Without the Musketeers 3
I'd share with you my Payday
If that is what you choose
Then we could Rolos over
To 5th Avenue
I promise you no needles
Can I poke you just in fun
I hope you've found Good Humor
And it's the best Bar None
Categories:
musketeers, funny, halloween, hilarious, holiday,
Form:
Rhyme
From Valhalla’s fortress of spears and shields,
Valkyrie riders make their daily runs…
Crossing Bifrost to Midgard’s battlefields,
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.
Flying from Valhalla on their war horses,
Thundering hooves beat like old battle drums,
Odin’s blond daughters watching the forces--
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.
Legionnaires, Pikemen, Hussars and Spartans;
Storm Troopers, Crusaders and Saracens;
Musketeers, Vikings, and Gladiators;
Watusi, Cossacks, and Conquistadors.
As long as men hear the sounds of war drums,
They’ll harvest the best till Ragnorak comes.
Valkyries search for those to stand vanguard,
Recruiting Odin’s Einherjar armies.
Warriors pass Valgrind to live in Asgard--
Honored to be served by the Valkyries.
Hoplites, Commandoes, and Mujahideens;
Samurais, Yeomen, and US Marines;
Guerrilas, Dragoons, and Panzer Tankers;
Grenadiers, Mamelukes, and Bezerkers.
As long as men hear the sounds of war drums,
Valkyries harvest till Ragnorak comes.
Categories:
musketeers, death, mythology, religion, song,
Form:
Lyric