Best Ney Poems
The deli-girl fumed and was swearing
At the Frenchman's request , so uncaring .
"Sir you are the dregs
NO !! I don't have frogs legs .
It's these 5 inch high heels that I'm wearing ".
He said " that pigs head looks so meek ".
His short shiny snout oh so sleek .
But to her surprise ,
He said "leave in the eyes .
It's gotta see me thro' the week ".
Inspired by the talented pen of M/S Guzzi and her " Bull O Ney " , rhyme , for the double
limerick contest ..
Categories:
ney, funny
Form:
Limerick
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Categories:
ney, cool,
Form:
Concrete
A LIMERICK OR THREE INSPIRED BY THE
TOM CUNNNINGHAM
on
JAN ALLISONS
BIRTHDAY
~~~~~~~~~
there is a poetry soup poet called Tom
at composing limericks, so well done!
a birthday wish he wrote for Jan,
a birthday date I did ney ken!
Oh I wish I could sing the birthday song
now there's another named Mick
who's birthday wishes for Jan, hic
I toast, whilst having a coke
nowt in't, honest no joke
and now for my next party trick
there is a lady who goes by the name of Jan
on poetry soup you'll find her o yes you can
Allison, her nee, sorry don't not know
her poetry I do, it really does glow
and she abides on the beautiful Isle of Man
~~~~~~~
Thanks for the heads up Tom! Mick
Categories:
ney, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Ive just joined a group called poetry soup
A troop of writers , Ney intellectual fighters
They lay themselves bare , Pray you care
To take the time , read there rhyme
and ask them the question
What inspired there direction
Enquire if poetry has salvaged there soul
or has it just papered over the hole
Because we've all been tainted
had our integrity painted
In a light that displeased us
Thankfully humility cleared us
To have another go
Get on with the Show
For the actors need words
Otherwise they cannot be heard
Categories:
ney, peoplepoetry, integrity,
Form:
Free verse
Fuzzily Wuzzily
Benjamin Gib-a-ney
Grew him a beard which was
Coming in fine.
Then he found out he had
Pogonophobia.
He can shave his, but he'd
Best not touch mine.
Categories:
ney, fear, funny,
Form:
Double Dactyl
His Hide Was Too Wide
In jolly old England, Sir Henry, his lordship looked for a horse to ride
After a few days a horse was found and he tried to oblige
However, when Lord Henry approached his side, the horse reared in
the air and let out a loud “Yip”
Lord Henry, very upset, yelled, “Calm down old horse, we must make
this trip”
“But sir, “ said the horse, “I don't mean to be rude, but your
circumference is very wide. You could break my hip”
Of course, this hurt his Lordship's pride
“Hush up old horse, allow me to mount, or I'll use my whip!”
“Ney, Ney,” the old horse whinnied, and broke his stride, jerked
his head back, and of Lord Henry's arm took a nip.
So even though he tried, Lord Henry didn't get a ride because the old
horse thought his hide was too wide
Sorry no longer politically correct
Categories:
ney, england, horse, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
Pichli shab ki tanhai mey ..
Yaadon ka aik album nikla ..
Guzrey maho saalon mey
Jis k safhey safhey per
Her chehra kuch khta tha ..
Kuch tasveerein dhundli thiin bohat
Kuch ka chehra shanasa daikha..
kuch ki aankhein shab ka ujala
Kuch ka chehra dhuwaan dhuwaan …
Kahan kis ney saath nibhaya tha ..
kahan kis sey dhoka khaya tha
Her ik chehra ik baab tha jaisey .
Jin chehron ko sung sung chalna tha
Zindgi ko guzerna tha..
Unhiin chehron sey dhoka khaya tha..
khud ko jaisey gunwaya tha…
gumaan yuun hua tha jaisey
woh jo aansoo’on sey bheegi kuch tasveerein thin
soi hui taqdeerein theen
zindagi k bisaat per ujrey huey
merey khwabon ki taabeerin thiin …!!
Categories:
ney, sad, time,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I was travelin’ one day in Monroe
when I met a fair maid with a hoe.
Her garden was full.
Then in came the bull
so, she thought why not steak to go!
Her cupboard was bare, no meat was there!
And she liked her kabobs med’um rare…
She thought of baloney
but then, naw, that’s phony....
and she booked for that bull on a tear!
*Please read Constance’s (A Rambling Poet’s) Limerick Baloney!
Line 1 9
Line 2 9
Line 3 5
Line 4 5
Line 5 9
Line 1 9
Line 2 9
Line 3 6
Line 4 6
Line 5 9
Categories:
ney, adventure, animals, education, food,
Form:
Limerick
(York Assizes, 20th August 1612)
Judge Sir James Altham, Speyks,
Tha wi power t’ eeal
wi power t’ cumfort
logic an’ knowledge
ney i’ t’ nivver t’ be,
nobbut God grants ‘is
holy wesdom t’ select few.
T’ thee wi nooa gumption
livin’ i’ t’ rural backwatter
I’ t’ meant t’ be,
larned yan mun nivver
tarnish t’ simple i’ t’ mind.
Yit t’day ton tha ‘eead
afoora cursin’ starts
een t’ een mun nivver unite.
Lanky Geeate wi
dawters of Pendle,
Demdike,Chattox,Alice Nutter,
condeem’d as durst ‘ere at Yoork.
wun Jennet Preston guilty
t’ b’ ung afoora sowl
t’ burn i’ t’ell,
tha wi oout regal Status
a threeat t’ man’s rule ‘ere on t’earth
God i’ t’ ‘is heaven.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
“One here in this trial, at York sees one of the first ever
recorded aspects of man’s sheer fear of woman power,
not too much is made of witchcraft here,
only the street-wise education these women professed,
with the power to heal, also the enterprise and commerce
they created, their earnings in far excess of the average
man in the district, their fame soon to spread far and wide.
A total of twelve woman were tried, one here in York, eleven
at Lancaster Gate, where ten were found guilty and hung.”
Categories:
ney, education, power,
Form:
Narrative
Winter night, a blessed night.
Chim..ney bill..ow..ing pale white.
Milk and cookies on the hearth
Waiting, Santa Claus festive loud mirth.
Gifts left under the tree.
Full and merry was he.
Winter night, a blessed night.
Children smile at the sight.
A white Christmas, wintry dream,
Children's eyes agleam.
Voices whisper
A baby in the manger stirred,
They went to his bedside,
Watch His Father smile with pride.
12/22/2021
Silent Night
A Christmas Carol Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
ney, christmas,
Form:
Lyric
As the sweltering heat finally simmer's down to it's most modest degree. I notice some
one resting right beside me, someone who once had a home and family, now we're
both are homeless-both are distraught. Upon the rise of the sun we are off to a jour-
ney-whereas disparity is all around us and it has us caught. Caught in the Ville, other-
wise Jacksonville, and on this journey, "all of these journey's", the homeless face
that irractical fact, that there is a epidemic that is so real. Yes, real in the Ville.
Yeah! hard to realized, harder to concieve, drugs and alcohol have laid down be-
side us. Sad, this great nation has made cost to cry & fuss. Not all have made bad
choice's and many do get up. But the tear's of a lonily man-three tears that fall on the
ground. "Homeless in the Ville", asking for help no-one is around. Homeliness is every-
where, and please don't dare think you-you and whomever, may never face this mess.
"Three tear's of a lonily Man", may one day finally see success. Then if ever one get
himself back into the realignment of the grace of God as he is called. These tears,
those fears is replaced by the assurence of the groundwork of endurence!!. For yes
they feed us, give clothe's too. Believing thing's do get better, to overcome your de-
mise, those tear's of they that need no longer cry will find shelter before the darkness
kisses the rise.
Categories:
ney, dedicationcry, may, drug,
Form:
Quintain (English)
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| iams (((used to
| play Zorro On ((the Walt Dis-
ooooo (ney) ((TV show For us,
(We (had) (((never enough It was
black and white,just so you know. He and his
horse "Tornado" rose up, A daun-
ting silhouette upright. With the crack
of his flapping cape, A crescendo of sound and
sight. Antonio Banderas later, Grabbed onto the
cinema reins, With all new special ef-
fects Releasing all colorless chains
Bringing back those wonderful times
Now, with a lady by his side. Cath-
erine Zeta-Jones cast As "Elena"
helped to turn the tide Now again
a hero seemed
real With the be-
lief a wrong can go
right A masked man
but a pro- tector Ri-
ding out quickly
to fight Once
long ago on
a TV show
They sang
A fox so cun-
ning and free
The sword bearing vigilante, Zorro makes the mark of the Z!
Categories:
ney, conflict, courage, fantasy, hero,
Form:
Concrete
MEDITATION IS MUSIC
The raga’s minor keys flood my mind, unlocking a balancing shiver, pranayama and Om,
Its rhythmic tones in harmonic relation, echoing season and day,
Draw out tension and sadness in tear-stained sitar notes.
Music is me, I am music. Meditation makes music from my body’s rhythmic processes.
So, let a semi quaver ease my quivering and bring harmony to my spirit -
On moonlit evenings an Arabic ney-flute draws out laughter and joy, relieves stress,
While a droning tambura subtly, sympathetically infiltrates my nervous system.
And the Pastoral lifts my chin to tomorrow, my body re-charged, re-tuned.
..........................................................
written by Sydney Peck for
Dr.Ram Mehta's
Contest - Music and Meditation
Categories:
ney, health, music
Form:
Free verse
Reason you give, rings unsound,
Beyond logic, and no longer valid,
Premises of lies, conclusions rogue,
Arguments and fallacies, just full of lies.
Think you I be deceived, and love you again?
Ney, think I cherished, these last days?
Ney, think I drowned, in your plays?
Ney, I think you failed, and I wont be fazed.
Categories:
ney, angst, crazy, divorce, fate,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
~I Know . . . I don't Know~
Thee This Crept From me,
Thus dawning of Thy'en Sunlight, is Thus Dawn
of The Mourning Light, Twhich is Thus Mourning
& Mourning Thus Loss Return of Thyn,
twiss is which page 123? Ney, Twas which mourning.
Not Thy Loss But Why, . . and striving
To achieve the answer to
Not to what come next but I
shant not notice, I did not . . .
Fore the light tiss hide everything,
in a Blanket offer Shadow is tuss hide it
From the weather is tiss nobler of thee to
hinder thee tuss twiss twas thee of twas thee & Thee . . .
Nobler Than what Twass Nobler, Maybe?
Fruit to my loin, what less nobler?
My less thym, thymn Yes? No tiss nobler?
My Life tiss Nobler of twiss & what is tiss
what was my life and what it is now?
Now what more time & More Question's,
But Not Many . . . To my delitie
Fore What is the Future
Can I see thee
Fore What Would I Wake Up & See
What? . . . and Not tiss Now.
Fore What & lay my Eye's on it
& For Now, What Thyn Until, The End? Friend?
Categories:
ney, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse