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 ..
I f
y o
ue ve
rwo nde
red wha
the loo
ksli kein
theli ghtha
rdto sayi
only see hi matnigh
takeshapeyouknowoth
erpeoplesformevenanima
lsanythingtobeinthenormhe
llcometoandtrytodealdonteve
rdoityouwontgetanappealhell
offeranythingtoeverythingtoge
tyoutosignthenhelldanceaways
tartto singthetradesee mscoo
land nditwillbefunw henp
aym e ntisdueyour s ouli
sdo ney oucanbeli ev em
eors a yitsmyimag i nati
onbut whenhecome stoge
tyoutherewillbenohestitionthelakeof
fireyoucanfeeltheheatandsmellthe
burningmeattorturedsoulsevery
wher eitswaytolatetobew are
any kindoftorturethe nh
ewil lgiveyoutohisd em
onsw henhesthro ugh
itwil lbepainl ike
youn eve
rknewyouwillscreaman
dwishforittobedoneb
butyourpainmyfri
hasonlybegund
ontworryyou
rnottheon
lyoneim
done
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
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
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.
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
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 …!!
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
(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.”
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
Meena can drive Corona,
whispered Tina to Nina.
Is she a doctor?
How could she master?
Ney dear, it is Corolla.
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.
|
|
|
| (\
| *Guy Will-
| 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!
Deep within the world so modern,
Lies a hidden road not trodden,
That states the obvious truth be told,
Printed in ink black and bold,
That lost in worlds of ecstasy,
Trapped in snares of misery,
That wars the rumors be told they sneered,
Now not alive a bray a’bird,
Gone are thoughts that thinketh straight,
And now to turn back it's O’so late,
Truth is gone, and truths be’come,
Lies run wild thru’ Urb and slum,
Prove me wrong this not happen,
But wrong they are yet shamelessly clappin’,
All so jolly good way they are,
From the Truth they stay afar,
Given in to the delusions be,
These strange worlds move so surreally,
That eats place a first a crown,
And Wannabe’s laze and fuss arroun’,
Talks about this and that and all that’s good,
Ney earn their money and cry for food,
When not given they stage a protest,
What they think is unjust!
But truth be told they sloth all day,
Sit around and laze away,
Their youths burnt dry, so willfully done,
When the brave reproaches them, they rant and away they run,
Sad to see, this is our reality,
Where all but’s none have time for thee,
Where life’s no respect and death appraise,
No wonder! They fit in with Artemis’ ways,
Tis’ are days of Noah’s time,
Filled with false hate and unwanted slime,
The hot is cold and the cold is hot,
They should be left to these ways to rot,
For no amount of reproach or preaching change they,
They want to remain that way,
So, let it be and move on in life,
Find a place to settle, build a home with your wife,
But when they come, O’Brave men of life,
To scandal your family and toss the knife,
Don’t debate them in anyway by words,
Take up your weapon and massacre they featherless birds,
Let them cry foul, whine and weep,
For they are into misery so deep, even the good that they do is evil so steep,
Let it be, let it be and protect your families,
From these so called ‘Justice Warriors of all the Sissies.’
What is well, when men of old just a teen,
Went to war for freedom’s freeing,
No scandal was found heard, no loose talk in the winds,
They wives waited for them, rather than sinned!
But if now one were off, to fight for justice cause,
In their absence does much spend, party’s all that splend.
Not all I say that way be done but are true, true indeed to none,
Tis’ a tragedy with my pen and ink I write and run.
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.