Best Ouse Poems
King 'Enry of The 'Ouse of Tudor ruled merrie olde England, the mighty and the meek.
'E was quite obese in 'is elder years and threw 'is weight around - so to speak!
'E governed from 1509 'til 1549 when 'e expired and began 'is eternal bourne.
Though 'e slept around a lot, nary a male heir for 'is regal throne was born!
With virgin maidens and other guy's wives, 'twas a promiscuous life 'e led,
Though 'e eventually wooed a strange assortment of royal wives to 'is bed!
'E 'ad six of 'em, which would've left even the most virile of men in a daze!
'E soon tired of each and 'e dispensed with them in various and sundry ways!
Both Anne Boleyn and Catherine Howard were destined to lose their 'eads!
Catherine of Aragon and Catherine Parr died of mysterious causes in their beds.
Jane Seymour and Anne of Cleves died from natural causes it is said as well.
'Twas rumored that 'Enry played golf as bells tolled each of their deathly knell!
'Enry got in a spat with the Pope of Rome which resulted in 'is excommunication.
This involved among other things 'is cavalier attitude in matters of domestication!
'E got in a towering snit and formed the Church of England as it is known today.
This 'ad all of not so merrie olde England in an uproar but 'Enry 'ad 'is way!
'Enry ruled with a fist of iron - serfs and gentry as well learned to toe the line!
'E died due to an old jousting wound and 'is fondness for food and wine!
'E was only fifty-five when in Windsor Castle 'e was laid out in repose.
'E was sent on 'is way with great pomp and ceremony as the olde saying goes!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 15 in Deborah Guzzi's "Sista's Bloody Sista's" Contest - October 2010
Categories:
ouse, funnyengland,
Form:
Rhyme
My dream shines brightly with ambitious gleam,
And in my heart, its vivid brilliance rivals even sunbeam.
I dream to be among the ranks of landowners,
To have thousands of acres and a hanseatic house,
Adorned with colorful feathered grouse,
And lush gardens fit for soirees and dinners,
Gazebos hosting bands and crooners,
And a view of a river as fair as the Great Ouse.
By day I shall paint,
And write prose and poetry
Lauding flora and fauna.
By night I shall play
Baroque tunes on a lute
Or Bach on a harpsichord.
All rights released into Public Domain
Sept. 26 2016
Three style II poetry contest
Categories:
ouse, art, beautiful, beauty, desire,
Form:
Sedoka
A cosmos packed of wondrous miracles sowed
Precious creations on it leave us awed
Like the sun with its own place in the making
Are appertained to the almighty's molding
Cold if not for the light after dark
Emerge the sun shining high and stark
If it not represent the good in mankind
Never will the evil seem dark and blind
There is a place in the sun's domain
House the blessings of God within
Emanating its radiance on creatures to calm
Solace it brings with a caress so warm
Unto all from the loving divine
Never once does he forsake his shrine.
© Nadiya (19 Jan '15)
Categories:
ouse, god, spiritual, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
JUNETEENTH—TRUE FREEDOM
J EHOVAH is Christ’s Father’s name, name He called … his God
U nthinkable from Bibles Jehovah’s name, men have removed
N ame Christ said in John 17:3 …’He Had Made Known’
E very King James in Ps. 83:18 say’s … JEHOVAH” is God’s name
T ell me in your Bible please, his name you still find there?
E xpress your love for God’s name, obey Christ … make it known!
E xplain God’s KINGDOM’S, real GOVERNMENT, rule over earth
N O ONE SAY SICK, when KINGDOM BLESSINGS bless men
T his Good News”, NO Pain, or Death, Christ said,’teach till ‘the end’
H ouse to house said,“GO’! In JEHOVAH”S name by two’s send.
June 17, 2018
Contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Categories:
ouse, bible, faith, freedom, god,
Form:
Acrostic
GRAMMAR LESSON
Ok - if mouse is pluralised to mice
And louse becomes lice
So grouse should become grice
Perhaps spouse pluralises to spice
And two girls wearing blouses so nice
Are really wearing blice
If you eat rice, each grain is a rouse
And if you like drinks with ice, each cube is an ouse
Playing with two dice? Then one is a douse
And if two girls are nice, one girl is just nouse
But not everyone is nice, some are into vice
Switchblade knives can slice, but one knife can only slouse
And criminals must pay the price, each one the prouse
Categories:
ouse, funny
Form:
Monorhyme
Lost Heroines
Anna K. had her train
Virginia her river Ouse
Emma B. chose poison
And Janice heard
and succumbed to
the false seduction
of her lethal needle.
So many distraught, gifted souls
Lost in that far country
Unable to find the thread
that could lead them back
Dancing recklessly to the precipice
Until that Orphic siren is too stong to resist
and lures them like a lover to the
waiting abyss
With ashes and sackcloth
I enter the temple seeking solace
from their haunting refrain
alone, alone, so utterly alone.
So my prayer like the psalmist's supplication
rises like incense to an unknown god
"Rescue me from the darkened
shades of Sheol."
At least abandon me not
to the fate of such gifted, isolated women
For who can love you, adore you, worship you
When our last hope is eclipsed
by the deep that calls unto the deep?
Ora pro nobis Anna, Virginia, Emma, and Janice
Categories:
ouse, addiction, death,
Form:
Free verse
In 1961 it’s for a weekend away
On a grey winter Friday.
Out from London,
We drive north on
The A10 to the Wash.
Beyond Ely it’s flat and bleak.
It’s an impression we seek
Of a region we’ve not seen
Where at Christmas the Queen
Is at Sandringham near the Wash.
But all we see on either side
Are drainage canals and rushes that hide
Miles of flat fens, and more again,
Lashed by wind, swept by rain.
It is not attractive, the Wash.
Now the sun’s set
And it’s cold and wet.
So we seek and find an inn
Next’ the Ouse in King’s Lynn.
We’ll overnight near the Wash.
Inside the inn we sit and dine
Beside the hearth where the brasses shine.
Then we spend the night
Both warm and tight.
In the morn we leave the Wash.
To-night from a shelf I snap
Down the ‘one-inch’ map,
Numbered “124 King’s Lynn”.
It oozes warm memories of an inn
Where 45 years ago we were in love near the Wash.
Categories:
ouse, longing, nostalgia,
Form:
Verse
Between Haven and Drain, between salt and fresh,
youngsters delight - sacks of sand for castles - let's!
The bags all white except two that are blue, so why this hullabaloo?
The politicos have pounced fearing a wave of reaction, but will this
mean any traction, let alone any long term, effective action?
The borough's been here before, we seem to be always in the news,
whether it is the wave of migrants that some would like to us to ouse away,
yet I say live and let live should be the order of the day: if we stand
together to tame the Sea, this challenge could change us, you and me,
if others help us too; if not so be it - let us be - we won't be beaten by all of thee.
Categories:
ouse, sea,
Form:
Free verse
down past the cold undercurrents of
Virginia's Woolf, and Sylvia's wrath
searching through their darkest hearts
too many writers take another path
from fulfillment, and in their cups
awash with sullen antidepressants
pondering if they'll get enough
of life to even get past the present
burrowing and borrowing monofilaments
temptingly entice, dangling and dancing
just below the smooth-surfaced water
flashing jiggs luring joys enhancing
errant molucules are a hapless find
when there's no bonding in our life
and easy outs seem a preferable mind
than living lost in depressive strife
still, there's a tenuous line to living
and struggle is the never ending rule
depression fills the soul with misgiving
to feed life's fires with suicidal fuel
yet, who am i to say that they're wrong,
to not be bright with fulfilling spirit
pocketed with weighty depressive stones
a merciful end may have it's merits
but i'll not write in acquiescence
of preferring ending of days prematurely
my preference would tend to senescence
my life I think, is too precious, surely
© Goode Guy 2012-01-03
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginia_Woolf
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sylvia_Plath
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Depression_(mood)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Writers_who_committed_suicide
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Poets_who_committed_suicide
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/senescence
Categories:
ouse, depression, introspection, on writing
Form:
Rhyme
By the Wash, the estuary of the Ouse
And three more rivers adding to the swell
We saw the seals pass murmuring the Blues
Nature opens up if we read clues;
The giant sky, the sound of a church bell;
By the Wash, the estuary of the Ouse.
A dangerous place, where currents catch the loose,
Old Hunstanton, white sands,cliffs with frills.
We saw the seals pass, shimmying the Blues.
Only painters need to find new excuse
For watercolour blends into the cells
By the Wash, the estuary, the Great Ouse.
My eye with radiant colour was imbued
Then it passed more deeply to my soul.
We saw the seals pass murmuring the Blues.
Nature can bring calmness,make us whole
And in its fierceness also make us bold.
By the Wash, the estuary of the Ouse
We heard the seals pass, stuttering the Blues
Categories:
ouse, allegory, allusion, angst, green,
Form:
Villanelle
SINS OF THE FATHER
Just a maid,just sixteen,a serving girl ,
a go-between upstairs and downstairs,
her scene 'til love was to intervene;
She,so young,he,the master' son
a web of attraction, begun one rainy
afternon,in June;A familiar tale,oft told
of one so shy,the other bold,an affair
one hot summer long, where despair does
conclude my song;A baby came the
next Spring but he sans a wedding ring
left for the Great War ,the wench,
the babyboth shown the door;In action,
the teenage swain died, the lass,with
bairn,cried and cried ,their kin,his family
with conscience money salved their pride;
NEVER TO RETURN
He went to be a soldier one cold and
wintry Spring,dying for a noble cause
that all then believed in;The lilac was just
budding when news of him was sent,
her last letter returned marked ' killed in action'
described ,the honeymoon they’d spent;
feeling the kicking baby within , Gran wept
and cried ,that April day,dear Granpa died.
NAN
So sad,full of care
the face of nan,
life,lines her beauty
so fair-
this girl full of care,
this face of love
'cross memory's chasm
I now stare;
And sadness hide-
For youthfulness
we cannot share
apart by kin's time-line divide
THE LEGACY
In circumstances unknown
she left this world alone;
‘neath the fast flowing Ouse-
we judge not nor accuse!
This lovely wife of thirty-one
whose beauty does transfix and stun;
dying in circumstance unknown-
leaving husband,daughter bereft,alone!
Heartbroken,distraught he searched
in weather, bitter and cold;
‘til a final illness took hold--
family tragedy again made,manifold!
Orphan Lily wept alone,just five
with now no family home;The Great
War just begun-her tiny world,undone!
Circumstances unclear,unknown, Frances
left this world alone;her legacy though lingers
long,in looks,of grand daughters of my song
You may care to listen to me reciting these poems on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
Categories:
ouse, family, nostalgia,
Form:
Bio
Welcome to the British isles, where cash is flowing
Where much resides, history on every side of killer
Kings and queens provide, a tapestry of style and wiles
Villan's and villein and many wreckers; rode tides; attuned to
The chance to profit as much, was all their integrity as such
These brigands did thrive, just as long as the lord wardens
Purse, got more than a song? i e; reimbursed' collaterol does open doors
As many a knight, and damsel and burghers have sworn upon
Like those who rested at saltwood; just before they got to
Canterbury grand, on holy stones they stalked a man.' And
Slaughtered Thomas saint of God, then reported to henry
Of tudor blood, and so it was..Come and see the ancient
Walls, and briney sea, here normans landed and saxons
Fought.' Celts forged metal and Romans did route, and built
The roads, as arrows straight up and out' to Yorks
City gates, where vikings shouts once rang out' along the river Ouse, they husbanded cattle, and and fasioned shoes.' Here cash is welcome
In the modern day, here freedom is valued.' Despite the
Rage and run; of hostile agents, and past lockdowns glum, some despot
Would be's are in the wings, poisened of tounge with
Readied slings, yet never mind, come in freedoms name
Unleash some cash, and get some heritage in your veins.'
Categories:
ouse, 11th grade, appreciation, december,
Form:
Free verse
Normal
Desde sempre,
a normalidade
é uma estrada
boa de andar,
mas nenhuma
flor cresce nela.
Ouse, vá
ver flores,
enquanto caminha
no inexplorado
e faz mais
e mais.
Categories:
ouse, business,
Form:
Free verse
J-ust keep an eagle eye on the flock,
O-n the twenty-fifth of November;
S-aturday like any other day
E-mploys unpredictable weather.
P-lease keep an eagle eye on the flock, keenly observe every chosen sheep;
H-ouse them in a safe shelter, before it gets dark and deep.
A-s you keep an eagle eye on the flock,
G-uide them toward the bright light;
U-sing the words of wisdom from God,
I-n the fall of the long night.
L-ook after the injured or sick, at the right time of the clock;
A-im to feed their mind and soul, keep an eagle eye on the flock.
Categories:
ouse, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic
Hoje, Diariamente,
Imagino diariamente que
Atiro um limão n’água
e me inspiro a ficar vendo,
os peixinhos responderem:
A fé dá coragem.
E aí atiro um limão n’água
e ele cai enviesado.
Aí ouço um peixe dizer:
Sonhe, Ouse enriquecer vidas,
Com Imaginação e Inspiração.
Assim, com limões e imaginação,
Inspira-se toda a gente,
a chegar onde quer que deseje!
E assim, escrever o futuro das próprias vidas!
Categories:
ouse, angst, business, inspiration, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse