Best Parkas Poems

If bees have knees
They must be quite tiny
What about elbows
Or a cute tiny heinie?

And what about thighs
That end at the knees?
Do they ever wear shorts?
Are they hassled by fleas?

Now how about hair
Is it long and flowing?
Do they wear tiny parkas
When winter wind's blowing?

When one tells...

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There are people that imagine it never gets warm
Way up in Canada where cold weather's the norm
In July we unzip our fur-lined parkas
While carving away on a newly killed carcass
Then on to our dog sled through an another snowy storm

LOL...

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I was standing in my dining room, drinking a cup of coffee, staring out the window the other day.  Across the street is the school bus stop, so for a brief time, each morning there stands a collection of young students, mindlessly milling around...

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We got really dumped on yesterday

Was hoping we would miss out on this one

But must remember, this is Canada!

The land of ice and snow and parkas and snow shoes

At least that's the general perception

We have electricity and runny water and even indoor toilets

And not only...

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Hubby works for a Corporation called the... Well, I’m not allowed to say.
He answers telephones. Really! EVEN with his great degree, every day!
But, now, remember this is a Corporation, and they do stuff differently!
They leave the air conditioners on, when it’s still winter at, 10...

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There are people that imagine it never gets warm
Way up here in Canada where cold weather's the norm
In July we unzip our fur lined parkas
While carving away on a newly killed carcass
Then on to our dog sled through a another snowy storm


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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It's a mid December morning, 
and it's 85 degrees.
There are no cool breezes blowing,
just some high humidity. 
Yes, I'd like to build a snowman, 
but it's hot out as can be.
Down here in South Florida,
there will be no snow for me!

No, it doesn't feel like...

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Godspeed, Farewell

Good riddance, I say,
Godspeed and farewell,
Full of your damage and misery of cold,
Let me forget you as I grow old.

Let me not think that you will come back,
Give me the sun of sunshine days,
One by one with the freedom they bring,
To walk, to hang...

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Poems about Things that Break II
 
These are poems about things that break and/or shatter.
 
 
 
Water and Gold
by Michael R. Burch
 
You came to me as rain breaks on the desert
when every flower springs to life at once,
but joy’s a wan illusion to...

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Pussy willows are growing
                              By by a creek running free
      ...

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Corporation Blues

Hubby works for a Corporation called the... Well, I’m not allowed to say.
He answers telephones. Really! EVEN with his great degree, every day!
But, now, remember this is a Corporation, and they do stuff differently!
They leave the air conditioners on, in winter at, 10 BELOW,...

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Suppose we ran it by a friendly Martian
(I’d say “by Martial”, but he wouldn’t be gentle).
You crave Armani, Hugo Boss, Versacci and
that Hilfiger who’s naff, naff.  Are you mental?

This myth of exclusivity’s juvenile
(I’d offer “Juvenal”, but you’d refuse).
They’re mass-produced, ubiquitous, stock-piled,
your Sarah Jessica Parkas,...

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Theresa Marie lives in the cold frozen north
To venture outside she bundles up of course
With parkas and mukluks
Though temperatures sucks
This hearty young sweetie ventures forth

© Jack Ellison 2014...

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Babies cry, sleep, change nappies, feed. Toddlers drink water from cups. Younger brothers, younger sister, older brother, older sister, small town, large country.
One lane roads, one lane bridges, unsealed, 60mph, in the dark. Bush covered gorges, rail lines across the river, small waterfalls, windows down,...

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Starlight and Moonlight II

These are poems about starlight and moonlight, moons and stars, dreams and visions, illuminations and intimations …




Deliver Us...
by Michael R. Burch 

for my mother, Christine Ena Burch

The night is dark and scary—
under your bed, or upon it.

That blazing light might be a...

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