Best Ollie Poems
Ollie Ollie Oxen Free
by Odin Roark
Corners to peer around
The harlequin of angles
Where peeking
Reveals
Where being stuck
Confines
Where feeling trapped
Separates
Our remembered child stands
Eyes squeezed shut
Face buried where two walls meet
Counting to one-hundred
While confidence sought
To play out our innocence
Beneath
Behind
Beside
A trusted game
Waned
Time passed
Shorts became pants
Pants became suits
Nostalgia echoed once more
“Ollie ollie oxen free”
Still we remained
Unwilling to believe
The forged sincerity
Baited with fiendish smile
Enticed with charm
Was but to set up
The next furtive trap
Suddenly
Acquiescence lay naked
Villainous schemers
Knowing but numbers
Who lured
Cajoled
Seduced
Our reluctance to cave
Are…
Later
We dragged ourselves away
Kicking and screaming
“We only wanted to play the game
Not be the game”
Emptiness invaded
Freedom to respond
To return home
To trust a voice
Wasn’t so
Anymore
Ollie ollie oxen free
So simple
So everlasting
Now but an epitaph
Ollie the Octopus with his 9 brains
Broke his 3 hearts in a quick poker game
The blue blood that ran straight to his heart
Suddenly stopped before it could start
It didn't take long before he withered and died
And Ollie the octopus waved us goodbye
There should be a special place
In one’s heart and mem’ry
For people who have brightened one’s life
In addition to friends and family
There’s a special place
In my heart and mem’ry
For two special and unique people
Like “Stan and Ollie.”
on the beanbag he sleeps
curled up circle of fur
dry food he crunches
by the glass sliding door
ever alert looking around
leaps five feet of the ground
to take a mark
between his front paws
as he lands, he spills the bowl
of dry food and some of the milk
on the saucer
he eats the fly
is pleased with himself
cleans himself
on the beanbag he sleeps
Ollie Hynd MBE is a first class swimmer,
And has neuromuscular myopathy et all,
He broke his brother Sam’s WR skimmer,
Which was set in Beijing 2008, his gaul.
Ollie debuted in 2011 at the IPC Euros,
Where he won the 200m individual medley,
Setting a new European Record, a new pose,
And also taking a silver in the 400m spray.
He got gold in the 200m SM8 in London,
At the Paras in the individual medley again,
And silver again in the freestyle 400m photon,
And a bronze at the backstroke 100m men.
In 2015 at the IPCs, Glasgow, he did win,
Gold in the 200m individual medley mix,
And a bronze in the 100m backstroke to grin,
And another gold in the 400m freestyle pix.
In the Euros 2016 at the IPC championships,
Ollie won 5 gold: the 400m freestyle and relay,
The 200m individual medley, and with his hips,
The 100m backstroke: the boards he did array.
And he struck gold again, just as he does,
At Rio 2016, where he won the 400m freestyle:
Another gold for team GB, strong as its foes,
So that prowess at sports we do meatily tile.
He swims in the S8 category and in 2015,
He became the year’s Disabled Spokesperson,
At the Nottinghamshire Sports Awards preen.
He was born on 27 October 1995 quite a son.
Never an Oliver but always Ollie
Not very serious but full of folly
A smile that warms the Sun
A heart that beats for fun
Ollie never dress to impress
The boy kinda looks the mess
Dusty blonde hair boy
Bluest eyes see so coy
Mischief, pranks being bad
His pouting face knows you've been had
To punish him makes you sad
Your heart melts with I love you Dad
Spare the rod and spoil the child
But how can you discipline such a smile
In your youth were you not wild
Your Mother's curse curses you now
It will happen to you when you have a child
Boys are silly, boys are loud
Boys are dirty, boys are foul
Boys are boys, things break somehow
Go online and try to fine Ollie's Moms vase
The one that graces the foyer in it's special place
Google this, Yahoo that, is if your in a race
Eureka! Ollie the old antique store has one to replace
Sweep the floor leave not a clue or trace
The new vase is here not a second to waste
Mom drives up, Dad opens the door
As Mommy steps in the vase hits the floor
Its time to be Oliver, no more Ollie
Weeping in the corner, his behind tan by golly
But who stands beside him is that not Dad?
$600.00 for a ten dollar vase! Mom can't be had.
Ollie Octopus could sure do some harm
With each one of his poisonous arms ~
He flashed his tentacles
Nearly identicals ~
I hear females fall for his subtler charms
Jolly Ollie, the tiddledy winks king
Jolly Ollie really mastered that thing
He's amazing to human dragon and elf
He even impressed the Pope
Who's a pretty good winker himself.
Ollie, born 1997, plays for Chester football club,
Having made his way through Chester juniors;
The club were delighted and chuffed for Ollie,
To be going to Rio as one of the competitors.
As the youngest person to play for England,
Ollie added much to the CP World Champs,
In 2015 at St Georges Park, practice ground,
Because after this he was chosen with clamps.
"Why you sitting out here Dele?",
She squeaked.
"You gonna be those tiny bitters' food!",
She exclaimed.
If there ever was more to Ollie,
It'd be more squeaks and exclaims.
I sits on the stairs out on the porch.
She makes to draw myself up,
I stay stubborn still.
Even in ninety, I still got flesh;
Not only sack of bones, so I still heavy.
She sighs loud,
And takes a space beside me,
Then she turns to look at what in my sight,
Over the wall- the Sunset Condo.
It been in my view for sometimes now.
"What find your interest there?".
She chuckles, honey-sweet.
"You find a lucky new wife?"
My lips stay together.
I see her scratch her arm,
One of them bitters already got her.
They don't come for me,
I already dried up and wasted,
I already old.
"No one wants to be themselves anylong." I mutter.
"When they looking in the mirror, they desires to be others."
I turn to look at Ollie,
Looking youngish like she don't age a bit.
Tears roll down her sweet cheeks,
The front door opens,
"Come on Grandpa, let's go inside."
I hear a girl say.
"Ollie?"
Ollie's still beside me,
She's still cries.
"Why you cries Ollie?"
"Not again Grandpa!"
The girl voice exclaims,
"Not again with the Ollie!"
I don't mind the girl's voice,
She's stays background,
Only Ollie here.
Don't cry Ollie, I want to say,
But strong hands lift me up,
"Dele? Dele?"
This voice is male and deep.
"Ollie's crying." I say
I looks up to the man.
"Ollie looks sad."
I say, and point to Ollie who still looking away.
"Let's just go back inside Dele, and we'll talk about it."
I looks in his round big eyes and see Ollie a bit.
I turn around;
Ollie's gone,
"Your ma's not here, is she?".
The grump got out of a lumpy bed,
Slipped on his slippers, scratched his head.
Stood on the scales, saw what he weighed,
Then made some toast with marmalade.
The grump then cycled down the lane,
He moaned and moaned as it rained.
He went into a chemist's shop
To buy some aspirin, then he stopped.
He peered at the grubby town outside,
Then popped a pill, before he sighed:
"I never wanted to be a grump,
But daily life gives me the hump.
I've got a headache, and the rain
On crowded streets drives me insane.
I cycle slowly but am disturbed
By cars and buses that splash the curb.
Even when I ring my bell,
And raise my fist, or often yell.
I get no peace, my head still thumps,
No wonder I always get the grumps!"
He cycled to his infant school,
Saw children playing by the hall.
It's not the place that he once knew,
With wicked teacher's like Mr Pugh.
A voice from near the big old gates
Said: "Hello, are you late?"
The headmistress smiled: "Never mind."
The grump walk in: "I'm just behind."
"Well, now your here, let's get you started."
She was smart, and so kind-hearted.
The grump then picked up all his tools
And began work there at the school.
The headmistress and the other staff
Did their best to make him laugh.
Poking fun at his grim manner:
"Cheer up, cherub!" joked teacher, Hannah.
Working at the school was pleasing,
He flourished there, despite the teasing.
The right people make work fun,
Just ask Ollie, the ex-grumpy One!
Red and blue strobes bounce off walls
pulsing beats in arterial veins of the city.
Radio voices crackle like static in the night,
overshadows savage growls.
Police K-Nine, Ollie, fastens the wide-eyed
man in her prow.
Hackles rise from scruff of
muscled neck down her rippling spine.
Sharp fangs glisten white under the
flickering glow of a street lamp.
Lips snarl with foaming snaps of snout,
ears flatten to a muscled head,
brown shepherd-eyes simmer in
muggy sweat beneath the churning
clouds of July.
A taunt, bristling beast
seethes with electric rage
focused on the color-drained
face of the male anarchist
crumpled with bowel-soiled pants.
ollie
is my dog.
who brings me
unconditional love, is funny, chases the cats
everywhere.
So long ago, it so now seems
Each Saturday, I’d watch with joy
They introduced the movies well
While entertaining girls and boys
Although two puppets, I didn’t care
Rather marionettes, they were still real
With the one lady they did give laughs
With jokes and enigmatic zeal
Ollie Ollie oxen free
Do you dare to come out and play with me
the stakes are high
and your odds are slim
are you sure you want to bet on them
long ago i was young and naïve
It must have been easy to deceive me
well times have changed
but the game remains
This time I am ready to play
I've been around
I've played the field
Jaded,
These battle wounds have yet to heal
Slayed by you with a double-edge sword
And yet here I stand I'm back for more
So if you're brave enough to accept
Let’s fight this duel until the death
I've anticipated forever this day
Vengeance is sweet in this game we play