Best Niagra Poems
I'm not your ev'ry day old fuddy-duddy
I know a dude who's my got-yer-back buddy...
And I'll send you for a plunge 'ore the falls of Niagra
(After my appointment with Dr. Viagra)
Of course I don't NEED it (I don't mean to boast)
It's just extra butter on top of my toast...
Then with renewed vigor AGAIN it shall greet-ya
(With a wee bit-a-help from Mr. Levitra)
Categories:
niagra, funny
Form:
Couplet
There's a Polaroid
from some sixty or so years ago...
of a father and son in the fore ground
the great Niagra Falls just beyond.
A thin rail in between us
as the violent black froth rushes on.
Times were thin for him...
scarcity of money
scarcity of security
scarcity of love.
but he held on tightly to his cub.
With a fistful of hard labor and
a thimble of good luck...
the burlap of our time
softened to cotton puffs.
Throughout his entire life
the old man clung tightly
to the little boy
in front of every single great fall.
Categories:
niagra, life,
Form:
Free verse
Darling you honey are a picture
goddess posing inside beholding
Kisses blushing lips pure magic
Sweetest music plays in a song babe
blossoming rose living memory
hair falling down great Niagra falls
silk fine satin, down sweetly, softly
Caressing jewels touching deep shines
Dark mysterious beauteous lips
ruby blushing red inside desires
Warmly with never ending feelings
within the softest emotions smile
everything about you darling sings
Honey draws for me a picture sun
rising love sure shines true beautiful
Pure in the west your the sun's dewdrops
crystal clear whom rises so many
smiles how I see you in the heart flies
9 syllable count dreaming in the clouds
Categories:
niagra, beautiful, beauty, love, mirror,
Form:
Free verse
We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
To insure that his family would produce the best wine.
Grandpa, tho’ as straggly as his grape
cleared trees and topped them to admit the sun.
He would not purchase plants for his soil
and dug the trenches wider and accessed our water.
He was self sufficient and he propagated vines by his hand
We prevented winds from whipping vines out of hand
to best grow and mature the soul of our wine.
The vines followed the contour of steep site which brought the water.
The rows ran north and south to suit the grape - -
this presented light while drying and controlling the soil
allowing the plants to follow the eastern and western sun.
We placed much faith on the drying done by the sun.
We had one to backfill. We wished we had more willing hands.
We had two to dig holes, and one to hold the vine and tamp the soil,
as the fruit began to ripen to marry our precious wine.
A crew of four was used for setting the grape.
The Vines should not be sprinkled with too much water.
We made plans to prevent soil erosion and loss of water
to the harden the wood and expose it to rays of the sun.
The Niagra White and Riesling grape.
Both needed pruning and the waste hay cut our hands.
We made sure our methods were best for the wine.
They would mature late, even in warm soil.
We found that more humus was wanted by the soil.
Some magic was performed to deliver more water.
alas, for the reward of a not so remarkable wine.
Again the wait, the prayers, the morning dew and sun.
More work, more time, sweat and callused hands.
The next year we tried a grafted grape.
We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
Our final wine was surrendered by the sun.
We captured the prize from our water and our soil.
My hands, today, still stained with the color of the grape.
Categories:
niagra, family, life, work, work,
Form:
Villanelle
A little blue pill called Viagra
helps horny old men in Niagra.
So women beware,
anyone with a pair
is thinking of how he can shag ya.
Categories:
niagra, funny, gender, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Coors Lite, Food Fight,
My bros dirt bike, and kisses good night,
Orangutan Sex, "I give it a ten"
Billy Bob and Bacon, his little pig friend.
In the dark playin' basketball,
Don't forget about Niagra Falls.
What kind of hips do you want?
It seems we can't agree,
Candy Shop, PDA, A BIG mouthful of me.
Varsity Blues, The "I Love You's"
Makin' Cookies that look like pancakes,
But all of these things just lead to a heartbreak.
This poem is for Terry Bell!
He was my first "true love".
We aren't together now,
But I still Love him.
Let's face it...
I ALWAYS will!
Categories:
niagra, funny, life, lost love,
Form:
There was a thrill seeker named Biff
Who got married on a cliff
Honeymooned in Niagra
Overdosed on Viagra
Now the poor fella's a stiff
4-27-2015
Categories:
niagra, funny,
Form:
Limerick
I am eternal, immortal like the above Divine
I shall never run out of flavor like wine
I am the sun that stays in space forever burning
I am the Earth that stays in space forever turning
I'm a volcano that has eruption after eruption
I'm like the gov't that swallows our country with corruption
I forever stand tall like Mt. Everest the mountain
I will always run like the water from Niagra Falls, a giant fountain
My heart forever rings for you like the Liberty Bell
My love for you is a fire you can't put out like the kind in Hell
We are meant to be together like Adam and Eve
We run the show together like Springer and Steve
I will never leave you for anything, so don't feel fear
I know your love is real, I know it when you shed a tear
The liars and backstabbers around us: Devils and Demons
They are something to be ejected from me like semen
Pretty soon our love will be popular like the World Wide Web
You will soon feel what I feel when I put you to bed
I am an ocean liner that sails the Pacific & Atlantic I think
Built like the Titantic, but can never sink
When will you get it in your head not to be scared
The point of this poem is to assure you I'm not going anywhere........
Categories:
niagra, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, lovelove, space,
Form:
Rhyme
I heard that Big Pharma's got
so much money in their greedy little hands,
that they are buying up hugh chunks
of property across the land,
one of them in particular,
a popular honeymoon tourist attraction,
located on the NY Canadian border,
where honeymooners like to gather,
the men there getting hooked
on a little blue pill,
which they take on their honeymoon,
when they feel the gumption to,
side effects being, high blood pressure,
headaches, stomach pain, diarrhea,
nausea and looking like an awry railroad
crossing malfunction,
they take it nonetheless,
hoping and praying for the best,
which is what Big Pharma wanted all along,
so they now changed the tourist attraction name,
on behalf of one of their best sellers,
going from Niagra to Viagra Falls
thanks to all the guinea pig fellas!
Categories:
niagra, health, humor, money,
Form:
Light Verse
Dear child,
Do you see the lady in the red dress?
She has eyes like diamonds
Crystal clear, sharp, blue and shining.
And a smile that could
Stop your heart cold
And then, in a moment, bring it back to life,
She has hair that makes Niagra
Blush, and forget her own worldly wonders.
But darling dont be fooled,
For shes not gold,
Don't be fooled by Antimony.
Dear child,
Now you stare unapologetically
At the lady in the red dress
And chains connect the two of you at your ankles
Shackles of disguise
Do you walk as she walks?
Stroll as she glides?
Wait, dear friend,
Let me meddle some more.
Turn your freckled face my way
And listen darling child.
Do not be fooled for shes not gold
Do not be fooled by antimony.
Dear child,
I heard from the friend of a friend,
But you may suffice with just me.
The lady in the red dress is nought but a muse
And lures unwary travellers to fatal depths, foetal deaths.
You may think that you are a man of fifty-one
And flagellate your opinions of her to me,
To your family,
To your sisters and your brothers
But be aware dear child
For you are a mere embryo
And abortions do not draw tears from her gems.
So darling child,
Do not be fooled for she's not gold.
Do not be fooled by antimony.
Dear child,
Do you see the lady in the red dress?
You disregard all I say,
Just as I had feared.
Your eyes follow the grace of her hand
And the blood of grapes
She so elegantly downs
In most ritualistic manner
From most ritualistic crystal goblet.
Dear lord,
Pray that you are not hypnotised
But instead you pray that you may be the thread
And she the needle's eye
Yes, she is sharp
And polished and sews tremendous garments
Of Rage, Romance and Regret.
But darling child,
Do not be fooled for shes not gold.
She is not steel
Nor platinum,
Nor copper,
Nor bronze,
She is not even as simple as coal.
Nor is she carbon's other allotrope.
She is crystalline - true.
But as toxic as can be.
My lady in the red dress,
Dear child,
Is antimony.
Categories:
niagra, woman,
Form:
Free verse
I love my country-I love this land,
Her mountains and deserts, aint' they grand,
Her oceans and prairies-the great skies of blue,
As a child I loved the trains, and oh! what a view.
This country has been good to me, and my family too,
We have never been hungry or had a reason to feel blue,
I have lived in seven states and travelled many more,
Yes, I guess you could say I'm American to the core.
I'll tell you about some of my favorite places,
Many of them have wide open spaces,
Niagra the Falls, the mountains of Colorado, the oceans blue,
When I think of how lucky I am, the tears fall down like dew.
I love the prairies of Texas and Kansas, too,
Wheat fields waving in the breezes make a great view,
Oklahoma is a light in my life--I love that state,
Yes, I'm American through and through, now isn't that GREAT!
Categories:
niagra, adventure, love, nature, places,
Form:
Narrative
She did not choose to be sick,
to be admitted in that hospital,
to be in pain that wont go away,
to live a life in that wheel chair.
He did not choose to be blind,
to use that walking stick,
to not see light,
Or the bright morning sun,
and the colours of the rainbow,
the Thika super-highway,
Or the famous Niagra falls.
He did not choose to sleep hungry,
to miss meals,
to see his daughter sleep hungry,
His wife somehow angry,
at the world so unfair,
NO, he didn't choose.
She did not choose to be orphan,
not to have a mum she can make proud,
not to have a daddy she can run to,
if she could,
she could turn back time,
and death would not snatch them from her,
she could talk to angel of death,
convince him to let them live.
She did not choose to get rained on,
to sleep outside on,
verandahs in town,
she had no option,
the streets are her only home,
She has known all her life,
She would love to sleep in a house,
a place to call home,
Oh yes she would.
He did not choose to be born,
without both hands,
without both feet,
with a condition of the heart,
that makes him hurt,
because he has forever been,
On some medication.
NO, he didn't choose.
He did not choose,
to get an accident,
that left him completely paralysed,
that he can't move or talk,
he can't play or walk,
He can't run or jog,
NO, he didn't choose,
But YOU,
have a house, a home,
You probably have a mum and dad,
what will it take to appreciate them,
and be grateful they are alive??
You have eyes,
You can read a poem,
See sun shine,
See rainbow,
Watch movie,
It's not just ordinary,
It's miracle.
Do you give thanks,
for the little thing you have??
Do you take time to notice,
how blessed you are??
Do you give thanks,
because you have ten fingers???
Someone out there has none,
and don't just assume,
it can't happen to you too.
Do you give thanks because,
you can breath with ease??
Someone out there has been in hospital,
the last 8 months,
WHY?? Because they can't breath,
that biological act you probably take for granted.
Do you thank God because,
you have eye-brows and eye-lashes??
Finger-nails and hair??
Do you realize that someone out there doesn't??
Don't just take it for granted
Be a blessing to those who didn't have a choice,
We are in this journey together,
and
Every day IS a miracle,
This is a reminder,
Never take anything for granted.
Categories:
niagra, life, sleep, mum,
Form:
Free verse
I thought I heard you utter my name
So gentle a whispered refrain
Near to my ear this early dawn
Now fully awakened by my alarm
Remember....
Rain drenched, we made tree shelter as it poured
Gently you stroked my hair from my eyes
Whispering words of love I adored
Many happy years have passed, how time flies
Remember.....
So close, even our breathing was in sync
When your protective arm encircled me
Whispering words of love our fingers interlinked
Our love transparent for all to see
Remember......
Our honeymoon spent at Niagra Falls
Sipping champagne cocktails, I whispered your name
Not much sightseeing as I recall
Do you remember it as the same
Remember.......
My darling boy there cannot be any other
Only you in my heart as a flickering flame
I lie beside you on your hospital cover
Whisper, if you can dear, my Christian name.
Theresa Stephens
Dated: 31/3/14
Categories:
niagra, emotions, feelings, i love
Form:
Rhyme
Water Hand Pump
I wonder whence the pipe goes?
Underground Niagra, Mississippi or Caspian Sea?
Working the Up-Down Handle like Punching a PIN,
A Subterranean ATM of Cool Crystal Quench,
Sometimes the Handle Ignores Rapid Work,
Just as Licking a Stamp, I Have to Prime,
Give to Get, Down Goes Wet, Up Comes Sublime,
As If Sensient, What Goes Around, It Understands,
Physics Doesn't Play Games, Invest the Good,
Even Salt Water Brings Up the Sweet,
Not Machine Psychology but Leather Swelling,
Sealing the Gap Between Bucket & Sub-Dwelling.
Now Primed, Pumping Towards the Ground,
Creates Cavity 'Tween this World & Maybe Hell,
A Spurting Fountain Results from the Well.
If Only All Life Were Clear & Transparent,
Nature's Dignity Comes from Innocence,
In Figuring Things Out, I Stand More Erect,
Glimpsing, Enacting Cause & Effect.
Categories:
niagra, childhood, nature, technology, water,
Form:
Free verse
Dive into electric spectrum
Sending all praises to animal magnetism
Fueling vital sparks of Love
As global flesh interpenetrates
Each unsuspecting mind, clocked with time
A snake eats its own tail
Recycling past and present
Revealing the possible whole
Out of a mortal clutch
Uncoil, the spine springs like string
Kundalini advances within
Ripping a gateway of Now
Surging forth Niagra Falls
God-Eye opened for the pasture
As perception unfilitered looses silver
Snaking its way through central channel
Giving Earth back its plenty
Healing the wounds of war
Removing doubts and fear
Eclipsing every intelligence near
Categories:
niagra, health, hope, science,
Form:
Free verse