Best Phil Poems

Leave Me Alone!

You Dragged Me From My Warm Hole!

It's Too Early!

I Can't Predict The Weather!

Put Me Back And Go Away!...

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Florid hues of soft petaled flowers
cast satin rose splashes of pastel colors
that move within the cool morning shade,
as the brilliance of the smiling sun reflects
its warm beams of life from each delicate bud.

Rhoda, so fragile, stands gazing for hours
watching the stains as they dance in...

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Punxsutawney Phil is not seeking his shadow.
He's peering out to find his lady love.
If she appears he'll woo her to his burrow
And we can deal with winter here above.
What does he care if springtime's late or early?
He's warm and loved within his earthy home.
A groundhog...

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Phil Punxsutawney
("Those who have knowledge, don't predict. Those who predict, don't have knowledge.”)

I must confess that I am quite amazed
That my shadow has brought me 
Much fame.
I was named after the Great King Philip
So it got me a name.
If you embrace me to predict
when the...

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A house 
Is a house of course
But a home is a home
Wherever you go
Wherever you come from
Be it  roof overhead or
Park row bench
With my pigeon friends
Pondering
Where I go next
Be it plains
In  euro Spain
Be it lights 
Of Manhattan
 skylights
While Shadows hunched over
Singing the blues...

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Punxsutawney Phil Speaks

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group therapy dream
a pervert at the helm,so.........
we be still for him...

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“Guten Morgen”… or should I say “Good Morning”…
This is Punxsutawney Phil 
Hailing you from Gobblers Knob 
That’s my tiny hill!
Today, I am feeling like such a lucky ground hog…
I know that some of you may be weeping
But as for me I will soon be sleeping
Because,...

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Punxsutawney Phil  thought he  could  sing
 So they dubbed him Elvis the king
 But when he heard all the boos
 He got the winter blues
 And wasn't  seen again until spring!...

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Hey, don'cha know I'm Punxsutawney Phil
Yah, I give folks 'round these parts quite a thrill!
'Round the second of Feb. they all gather here
Grab me from my hole to predict weather each year.

Yep, I'm one special groundhog by the hoopla I hear
Flags flying, bands playing, there's...

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Waiting for Phil to
show, a hare pops out of his 
hole – early easter?


2/26/12...

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Phil speaks



Before the winter sun
can open its eyes,
The legendary Phil
emerges out of its lair,
Members with hats and tuxedos,
Predict the long winter
If he sees his own shadow,

If doesn't see shadow,
early spring is ready to burst forth,
Brings festivities
of food and melody,
Misinterpretation can call for
a death penalty,
February 2nd,...

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A groundhog named Phil, loved to play
In the sun, he would loll
Away the hours, after filling
Up on plants, grubs, and all

At nightfall his small den entered
For a long nap each day
As summer passes he is
Fattened, in his den to stay

He dreams of spring and amore
When...

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Here I am in my dear homeplace.
Amidst the cheer and chatter.
I see such hope on every face
as they yank me out with a clatter.

A chamomile tea would suit me well.
So hurry off my good man.
Tis' nearly time that I foretell
as only Punxy can.

So many folks...

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Phil Martin the limerick man
Who has coughed up a toad at ten
And the toad crimples
With her two dimples
Says" Phil now you may puke my hen".









LIMERICK CONTEST ****** UPDATED***** - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	JAN ALLISON
27 April, 2015...

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