Best Norton Poems
A cocaine abuser named Norton
A fellow drug addict was courtin'
It was love at first sight
He'd found Mrs. Right
So he plucked her a poppy for snortin'
Categories:
norton, drug, flower, love,
Form:
Limerick
Warning, if you are under 60 you may not "get" some of these.
Mohammad Ali
taunting with poetry,
his opponents he'd zing
as he danced 'bout the ring.
Graham Kerr "The Galloping Gourmet"
oft with our minds he would play.
Why else would he pick
the dessert "Spotted Dick"?
Ichabod Crane
rode down rode down the lane.
From the Headless Horseman he'd flee
while on his saddle he peed.
Abbot & Costello,
two funny fellows
were very immersed
into whose on first.
Ed Norton
couldn't laugh without snortin'
which would quickly annoy
old Ralph Boy!
Professor Irwin Corey
told confusing stories,
You'd listen and listen till your eyeballs would glisyen
and not understand what you're missin'
Don Rickles
would offer a nose full of nickels
and got plenty of yuks calling you a schmuck
and dumb as a hockey puck.
Giuseppe "Peppino" Mazzullo,
the voice of Topo Gigio
on Ed's final night
said "Eddie, kessa me goo' night!"
Jack Benny
wouldn't lend you a penny
nor spend a dime -
died when he was 80 at the age of 39.
Categories:
norton, fun,
Form:
Clerihew
What Colour?
What colour are the oceans?
On warm summer days the oceans are crystalline blue, with bright streaks
Of ivory flouting on the crest of each wave just before it crashes down
Into total oblivion!
And what colour are the mountains that enkindle a dying sun?
The mountains are bright red, like a burning ember in the flame
Of fire off our multimillion mile star, as it slowly dips to rest
Till the morning!
Oh what colour is a new born child?
A child holds the beauty of youth in colours that span the years of its parents
Age, until the greying colour of passing seasons takes away the child in us all.
And what colour is the moon above us?
In late fall the moon flickers in shades like lucent charcoal as it slowly cools,
Then turns to black!
What colour are our hopes, what colour are our dreams?
Nevermore are our hopes mixed in the colour of our dreams, for in wake our
Soul equates the mind for a second then is gone.
And what colour stands for the worth of our lives?
The motionless quiet waits silent, bound between colors more radiant than our past
But still more mysterious than our future
By M. Norton
The motionless quiet waits silent, bound between colours more radiant then our past
But still more mysterious then our future
By M. Norton
Categories:
norton, imaginationchild, moon, mountains,
Form:
Narrative
He’s always So Behind
Hasten,
Mason
Heavenly Guy
Sky glow
Milo
A Great Guy
Maxwell
acts swell
Sure Not Dickie Nixon
Tricky
Micky
Spoiled Guy
Bratty
Mattie
Why We Follow
Moses
Shows us
Such a Cheerful Fellow
Jaunty
Monty
Hope he Doesn’t want Kids
Sterile
Merrill
The Stoic
Spartan
Martin
He Keeps Them in the Family
Newel’s
Jewels
The King’s Favorite
Jester
Nestor
He’s Just so Tall
Shorten
Norton
Almost got Left off the Ark
Noah’s
Boas
I Have . . .
Faith in
Nathan
The Shrewd One
Heady
Neddy
The guy in Charge
Foreman
Norman
Never Sits Still
Goin’
Owen
Stuck at Home
Snowed in
Odin
A Nobody
Zero
Nero
Put Him on a Diet
Fatty
Paddy
Give Him a Shave Please
Hairy
Parry
Never Finished Med School
Nursie
Percy
Kind of a Loafer
Restin’
Preson
Mr. Popular
Tweeter
Peter
His Magic
Patrick’s
Hat Tricks
Worm Man
Wriggly
Quiggly
Categories:
norton, men,
Form:
Footle
At the Charlie Norton School of Performing Arts
They only taught armoured acting parts.
They had a special maintenance man
Always kept busy with his little oil can
Keeping the suits free of fleas
And all the joints moving with ease,
Especially the cunningly concealed vent
For the disposal of excrement
And the removal of noxious gasses
Which even the refined on occasion passes.
Trying to learn lines could be hell
When surrounded by your own trapped smell.
In the event of a dearth of suitable parts
They taught other non performing arts
Like sweeping leaves away from drains
In the event of torrential rains.
As this part of the course was free
It didn’t carry its own degree
But for the elite chosen few
It could be a unit of your NVQ.
The Charlie Norton School of Performing Arts
Gives your career a powered kick start
Categories:
norton, art, career, education, mentor,
Form:
Rhyme
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Categories:
norton, allegory, anniversary, brother,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
BUTTERFLIES
Butterflies, in danger, realise,
and many have already gone extinct!
They could not adapt to climate warming. •
The Wallbrown lost in my local precinct. /
How many more before we realise? /
Pollution takes no sides, kills lives! /
I care, “Do you”, I'm asking? /
Think about it while your basking! /
For climate warming now decides! /
Butterflies are not the only ones so?/
What to do to make things as was? \
Well, think about not polluting now! \
We have to stop it, yes somehow! \
Don't live in denial because \
time is running out for many species. \
Nothing has ever been more distinct \
Nature's been screaming many a warning! \
Not yet in the red, fast moving from pinked! •
Come on before all life dies, let's get wise!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Butterfly Quintet
didactic
This is the definition of a Butterfly Quintet, the form was created by Amanda Jean Norton
Stanza 1 is Iambic Pentameter rhyming abcbd
Stanza 2 is Iambic Tetrameter rhyming effe
Stanza 3 has 2 lines of Iambic Trimeter, Enveloped by 2 lines of Iambic Pentameter
The rhyming words are the same words in each set EGGE
Stanza 4 is Iambic Tetrameter rhyming hiih
Stanza 5 is Iambic Pentameter rhyming abcbd
Categories:
norton, butterfly, nature, pollution,
Form:
In our late teens down at the pub
we talked of things we liked.
Rock 'n roll,brunettes and blondes,
Mustangs and Norton Bikes.
Time's moved on and things have changed
and all of this has led
to talk of laying paving slabs and weatherproofing sheds.
Instead of worshipping our favourite bands
like Slade, Led Zep and Bolan
I now find that I hold a torch for the eldest of the Nolans.
Greasy skin and acne were the only things to blight us
long since replaced by varicose veins and rheumatoid arthritis.
The book of life we all must learn has reached the centre page
the staples coldly telling us that we've now reached middle age.
Still, if life is but a long hard race, the TT if you like,
I'm thankful I'm still in it and I ain't come off me bike.
Categories:
norton, age, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
A Gambler’s Lament
Lead me out from the madness there in my mind
Into the wind of a coming November,
Come light now shine your brightest glow
And tempt my aging bones;
When such a thing as the noise of night
Beckons in silence to me
I listen to each imagined word
For dread I alone to feel no more
The muscles that toil beneath my skin,
But I long to touch those rolling dice
And to hear the slot machines chime;
Though bleak in chill this dark possess me
The warmth inside the door
Lets me feel no gambler’s lament
I know not where a morning light shines
Far beyond this entrance hung,
Yet inside here the smoke filled air
Is as sweet as the distant sun;
And now I listen to far off sounds
Playing forever in my mind
That shields me from a gambler’s lament
For Sid
By M.Norton
marklnorton@shaw.ca
Categories:
norton, dedication, me, light, light,
Form:
Sonnet
The bikies are in town today
Least they're trying to make us think so
I know different
Thunderbirds, they really are
FAB Virgil
I heard someone say
Lady Penelope sits astride a 97 Bonneville
I'd know that hairstyle anywhere
Thunderbird 1 cloaked as a Norton Commando
Thunderbirds 3 and 4
Triumphs the both of them
International rescue comes to town
Something big is going down
Must be
I spied Thunderbird 2
Parked outside the TAB
Stopped and asked Virgil
For an autograph
Told him I liked his Hells Angels costume
And asked if he and Lady P
Were off to a costume party
Then he showed me
The special markings on his arms
Proof he was from International Rescue
And suggested I leave quickly
Clearly something big going down
International Rescue come to town
Categories:
norton, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
New York, New York, the road in the fork
of the events, the places and folks who've buttered the pork
Like Rockefeller, Moynihan and Andrew Cuomo
Frank Sinatra, Louie Armstrong, John Lenon and Yoko Ono
Lenny Bernstein and Lenny Bruce
Cookie Monster, Rocky and Bullwinkle Moose
There's Radio City, Central Park and Carnegie Hall
Coney Island, Yankee Stadium -- Let's Play Ball!
The Brooklyn Bridge on the Hudson River
Lower East Side and the Village, for swingin' livers
Babe Ruth, Mickey Mantle and White Ford
Don't forget Casey Stengel and Yogi Berra -- Oh, my Lord!
Marilyn Monroe, Madonna and Phyllis Diller in curlers
Archie Bunker, the Meathead, Anne Meara and Jerry Stiller
Stooge-mania, West Side Story and Annie Hall
Kramden, Norton and the Honeymooners
You've seen or heard of 'em all
There's Madison Square Garden and the NY Philharmonic
The Times and Wall Street Journal -- news junkies tonics
Malcolm X, Dr. King, and Abe Saperstein
Julius Erving / Dr. J with a case of Afro-sheen
Baldies like Kojac and Yul Brynner, the King of Siam
Sam I Am, Son of Sam, Green Eggs and Ham
Harlem Globetrotters, the Apollo, Kareem Abdul Jabbar
Jay Leno, Ed McMahon and Johnny Carson, the great Jack Paar
There's Broadway, Times Square, Soho and Fifth Avenue
Isaac Stern, Pavoratti, Willie Nelson and Ray Charles singin' the blues ...
Make a list from the Statue of Liberty all the way up to Mars
~ You still might leave out a legacy of constellations and stars!
Categories:
norton, film, music, new york,
Form:
Rhyme
Blow on the winds of sympathy,
Blow on the winds of purity,
Blows on the wind of years gone by
That we could not equate
Blow on the dreams our wisdom holds,
Blow on our hearts emotions,
Blows to us a feeling of the waning hour
That we could not imagine
Blow through the turn to a morning fair,
Blow by the memory of loves departure,
Blows on the worth of simple words
That our thoughts could not imagine
By m.norton
Categories:
norton, nature,
Form:
Ballad
Blessed is the calmness of our impassioned night,
Forever bound to the passionate starlight,
Unblessed is the sound from an old, rusting clock
Inside this windows encasement;
Oh but we lay here instilled with insomnia
Give me the nature, your intent and desire
When in thought remains the product of your urges,
The will relates to the capacity of our mind
Implanted in the hunger for sleep;
But we lay here long with insomnia
Come listen, too silent the sound as we lay,
And hear the wind as it rattles the glass;
While blessed is a soul who lays until morrow
Staring at the windows encasement;
Hungering an end to insomnia
By m.norton
Categories:
norton, sleep,
Form:
Ballad
A wine connoisseur and Life
Trickling pearls of red and white
The sizzling hot, the fizzing out
Pinot noir, Reisling, Chardonnay
Teroldego, Norton , Carbanet
Deliverance from all the doubts
As he sees, swirls, sniffs, sips, savors
For once he chooses, its best of world
The embroidered sweet drops with finest taste
The embellished pearly drops with blissful tizz
Oenophile's stemware filled with recherche expertise
Like a bagpiper playing best among best of tunes!
Floats our life's canoe over varied wines of emotions
We the connoisseurs need to take the tasting flight
And drink from bottles of right emotions
And drink from glasses poured in blends of doses right
To row the canoe through smoothest wines,
exotic choices we ought to make...
And enjoy the tizz of happiness,
Savor the taste of contentment,
Relish the sparkling journey
of life to cherish a vintage life!
©Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
( had to drop it for contest as this exceeded 13 lines...)
Categories:
norton, art, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
Morality
Came the sound of our quiet tread,
Along this course in silent steps,
When all those lies once spoke are true
But still are left to slip away,
While expressions heard are born to thee
Regretful bides our memory,
As days alone too swiftly fly
Blessed by there own morality
Give praise to those immortal few
For they walk with uncertain step,
And expressions of the words and deeds
Slip into those of senseless folly.
More idle sound the silent steps
When sadness bore its own intent,
Like a voice recalled long ago
Speaking of its own morality
By m.norton
marklnorton@shaw.ca
Categories:
norton, imaginationsound, sound,
Form: