Best Over A Barrel Poems
Ink stained papers scattered at his feet
As upon his muse he will draw
His words are for a girl he thinks so sweet
As his dog offers a helping paw
His labor of love requires words sublime
With true feelings coming from his heart
A poem, with beautiful rhymes
He soon finds the words to impart:
"You are my moon my stars,
My sunshine in the falling rain
Whether you are near or far
You I adore my dearest Lorraine"
His emotions had risen to the brim
Love had brought out the poet in him
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Cupid, the Flirt
By Charles G. P. Chard 2nd
Chevra Gavri Hanita Hazaka Abir Selek 2nd
Cupid drew back his bow once more,
And found my heart with his arrow,
You came into view, just past my door,
That threw me over a barrel.
My heat knew you would be the one I would desire,
What words do I say, what steps should I take,
Perhaps with flowers, I could show its you I admire,
My words stumble out of my mouth each sound that it does make.
Should I ask you out for dinner?
Should I buy you chocolates as well?
Of my heart, you are the winner,
Sweeter as a rose to my cent, it your smell.
How can I express the love I feel inside?
You are like no one else I’ve ever known,
How long can I hold back these feeling I hide?
And let this love I fell for you be shown,
I feel so impatient from time to time,
I need things between up to speed up,
Yet I must take things slow and wait for a sign,
That you feel the same way, and your love fills my cup.
O Cupid, why did you do such a thing?
For I feel so vonerible, and hope not to be hurt,
As you fly around with those arrows and wings,
Is love nothing to you but a flirt?
Only nineteen so proud and brave
such choices he had made
Either spending each passing day in jail
Or enlisting and say goodbye and fairwell
The latter choice he did made
signed up and turned in his clothes of fade
Standing tall tried and true
Inside he had matured and grew
Metals pinned upon his chest
A Marine looking at his very best
Battling a war on foreign soil
And to think it was over a barrel of oil
Nam Napples S Korea to say a few
Recon missions for civilians he did not knew
Getting shot at by rapid sniper fire
In a friendly zone where people retire
Writting letters and sending pictures from afar
Of tanks planes and bombs blowing up cars
Placed on an island alone for seven days
snakes bugs fish the land he had to alone graze
They said he was a child no more
But a Marine to come and explore
Today he is fifty one and a grandfather of two
And the Marines now wants him back because he was few
Mind altered and steady strong
Im glad to have my brother back where he belongs
But I will never forget that day he left
When his life was nothing but a big turmoil mess
Thanks to the Marine who I had watched and grew
My Brother wearing his colors of Red White and Blue
Tribute To
My Brother Ray
{Hu Ra}
Thanks For Serving
Away in a haberdashery,
No hat for me head,
Groom’s attire is needed
For me to be wed
Many months did me have
To find fitting apparel,
That there’s nothing me size,
Has me over a barrel
Me bride-to-be told me
To shop early on,
But me indecision
Has left me undone
We wed on the morrow
So what’s there to do?
With nothing to wear,
Not even a shoe!
Forgot to Sing Christmas Carol
Forgot to sing a Christmas Carol
And now he has us over a barrel
Were always in great doubt
Would ever help us out
All of our lives are in peril.
Jim Horn
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Away in a clothes shop
No hat for me head,
Groom’s clothing is needed
For me to be wed
Many months did me have
To find fitting apparel,
That there’s nothing me size,
Has me over a barrel
Me bride-to-be told me
To shop early on,
But me indecision
Has left me undone
We wed on the morrow
So what’s there to do?
With nothing to wear,
Not even a shoe!
My Complete Surprise
What was to my complete surprise
Could not think clearly or memorize
Any words he meant to have said
This guy many of us do dread
Out in provocation drew many cries.
Who will be in the White House
And is it really the right house
Is there will wonder why
To die only does a good guy
Moron creeped in like a mouse.
Determined there was a big dispute
Who for President we had to recruit
What we must really do is fight back
And of Hillary never to loose track
My dear boy Trump is quite a beaut.
Would you rather be over a barrel
Or should we sing a Christmas carol
My county supposed to be
Has it given up on me
And is Trump cat who is feral.
Congress as usual won't do jack
Except maybe make a wise crack
What about a loose cannon being
Up from problems will not be freeing
America please give me some slack.
I really do not need the title
To do things for Nation that are vital
As life's end is now nearing
Before it does do some volunteering
Which will further our survival.
Here is another word to the wise
Don't give up, in or compromise
Monopolize is not way to go
When economy starts running slow
Result I'm sure you it will surprise
Jim Horn
(Here, Clark Gable is speaking.
Gaylord Langland was the character
he played in the just-completed
movie. "Trotsky" is his nickname
for Arthur Miller and the "little
girl" is Marilyn Monroe. Gable did
not attend the wrap party and died
of a hreat attack the following day.)
Gaylord
Everything just happened wrong.
It'll do that, sometimes.
A movie set is like a ship, I guess.
Some are happy, some not.
I'll skip the party.
I've seen enough,
and I'm feeling kind of rough.
Trotsky? I won't bad-mouth the guy.
He knows so many things,
but he doesn't know women.
It was sad to watch him try.
When a woman decides, inside,
to pass on you, you're screwed.
Not even dynamite will do.
I told him, "Don't cling.
Stop thinking you can change things."
His intellect is all he had,
and he certainly deployed it.
But pain is part of the deal.
Can't none of us avoid it.
The little girl? We had a fling.
She's not like anybody thinks.
The brassy, buxom *****
is some ad-man's creation.
She's a brittle little child.
Her skin is too thin.
You cut your hand, she feels it.
In my philosophy,
it's a simple equation:
they pay me, I show,
ready to go. I don't know
why they need these
analysts and therapists.
Business before show.
She asked a bunch of stuff,
couldn't get enough.
Wanted my suggestions.
Hungry to hear about Harlow,
got me over a barrel
on Yvonne De Carlo.
Even asked about Carole.
I said, "Easy, Harietta.
You'll never know a man better
by asking him questions.
Love Is Life
By Rick Rucker
Think about this, if you please,
Life without Love is like a hug, with no squeeze,
Yes, you can live without it,
But, you are poorer, no doubt about it!
I saw my Love just last night,
My Heart’s pace quickened, at her sight,
I don’t remember before I loved her,
Just that dark clouds seemed to ever hover,
Over me, as I went through Life,
Without a Lover, or a Wife,
At the time, I thought I was livin’
With the cards that I was given,
But it was a mere imitation,
A figment of my Imagination!
Love is what makes you want to do,
Things that please both of you,
Things that cause the bells to ring,
Things that cause the birds to sing,
Before I met her, I had lost pounds, by the score,
But I had lost so much more,
The ability to see things as new and bright,
The ability to sleep, right through the night,
Love is like the spice you add to food,
The ingredient that elevates your Mood.
Love is the only thing,
That can, to You, its Happiness bring!
At some point, Life will have you over a barrel,
Only avoid Love at your Peril,
When Life gets too much for you,
It is far easier for two!
For me, it seems a simple Plan,
My loving Woman, her loving Man!
Cohen Sang Song
Cohen sang song which was a carol;
Now they have Trump over a barrel;
He started new cult,
Called sexual assault;
Not only that presidency is imperil.
Jim Ho Ho Horn
Over A Barrel Horn Limerick
Once had been over a barrel
Did decide to sing Christmas Carol
Heard that best way to be living
Is learn from God art of giving
How to start wearing Santa apparel.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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Our blue marble is imperiled
Due to excessive CO2
Like being over a barrel.
Our blue marble is imperiled.
Greenhouse gas, it's our funeral
the solutions long overdue.
Our blue marble is imperiled
Due to excessive CO2.
In Peril Sing Christmas Carol
Here is what to when you are in peril;
Sing to yourself a nice Christmas Carol;
You will be relieved,
Then Jesus received,
And now no longer will be over a barrel.
Jim Horn
Money Greed Power
They send our dollar down the river...
The man who talks in time-
change minds - change rules
The man who talks in time-
Solider calling in with warning...
The man who talks in time-
They send our dollar down the river...
The man who talks in time-
Deals made-Deals broken
They send our dollar down the river...
The man who talks in time-
Santa Apparel
Once found myself over a barrel
Did decide to sing Christmas Carol
Have heard if you love to be living
God said you should start giving
Learned how to wear Santa apparel.
Interesting. Limerick of course.
What type of poem do you call this? Jim Horn