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!
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 the shadows
cast before her like captive souls of forgotten dreams,
her lonely heart betrayed by a single wet stain
left drying as the dew burns slow from the mud.
The day advances past Phlox and Cornflowers
when she spies him near, alone in the sun,
a new friend she hopes yet he seems out of place,
with exotic movements and hypnotic grace
which stirs, anew, an emotional flood.
"Phil," he says, his hand reaching for hers
as smiling petals rim her lips,
too quickly her heart is lost to new love,
and together they enter a beautiful bliss,
as she dreams of sharing his name, if she could.
Time passes by into gentle warm showers,
the golden rays peek through to dry each leaf,
then their lonely shadows lengthen to one
and together they revel in their new found love
in the darkness of this lonely, bleak wood.
Betoken breeze blows cold through the bowers
as a cloud passes by and his shadow dissipates,
Rhoda and Phil Odendron, she whispers their names,
and she looks, and he's gone, and her poor heart breaks
past the smiles, past love, he's now gone for good.
06/14/2017
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 spring will arrive
after a long spell of winter,
It’s a lot of pressure to put on
a guy like me who’s so shy.
I know it so happened in 1886
when my ancestor came out of his hole
to see if it was the time to come out.
Some farmers saw him but I’m not sure
if that was for his shadow’s prediction.
I am not one of the gods to predict
What the supreme has in store.
I appreciate the farmers of
Mississippi and Arkansas observing
The day on 14th February, twelve days
Later as not to have any controversy.
I’m sure my fellow animals
Like moles, hornets and squirrels
Will join me on these hearsays.
If a mole digs its 2 ½ feet deep,
Expect severe weather;
If two feet deep, not so severe
But if one foot deep, a mild winter.
If hornets build their nests near the ground
Expect a cold and early winter.
If the squirrel’s tale in late summer was bushy
Expect a cold, cold winter.
I only wish the candles are blessed, lit
And borne in a procession to pray Jesus
Being the light of the day.
May you call this a fantasy
I don’t mind as I live in India
And have no idea what the winter is.
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January 24, 2015
Form: Free verse (Personification)
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 gives but little thought to humans,
Nor pictures self as subject of a poem.
We've told ourselves if he has seen his shadow,
We will have six more weeks of wintertime.
But with his love beside him he is nesting
And staying there, where living is sublime. January 5, 2015
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 at night
My home
Against white graffiti walls
Faceless
Women clamor around men
Negotiating favors
And flavors amore
Where is my home
Not here
Mabye there
Hell i dont care
I don't know
I see an angel
In disguise
Woopie
Excuse me
Mr. sir
My good man
They call me
Phil
Wonder if you can
Spare a dollar bill
Some change
Want to buy
A bottle of Wild Irish
For old time sake
What do you say my
Friend
Want to rest my head
Weary feet
And dream some
More while I drink
My rose and
Forget where I
am....
Punxsutawney Phil Speaks
A life of Riley, I wallow,
While at the fairground my fans are all gung-ho
Why should I bother to come out of my hollow?
They’re all out there waiting and watching for the verdict
I have the right to object, but they might evict
I am so excited they all wait for me to show now
My gorgeous bod and to take a bow,
For my stunning warm furry rodent performance
And all my noisy whistles, shrills, and sometimes my happy grunts
Should I keep wallowing in my hollow?
Or let them suffer by seeing my strikingly attractive shadow
And let them think they have six more weeks of winter or bring
Them at ease and be kind and do my duty and let them have spring
Or be the star of the day and be honored
To parade me around raise over their shoulders while cheered and be bantered
My fans dance, rise, analyze, and criticize
With the blinding display of light exploding in from of my eyes
I come out to make my debut, but a shadow I saw and with shrieks
Ran back in my hollow to wallow another six weeks
1/16/2015
Sponsor: John Lawless
Contest: Punxsutawney Phil Speaks
group therapy dream
a pervert at the helm,so.........
we be still for him
“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, there’s going to be six more weeks of winter ~
You may say Phil what were you thinking!
Well, it was kind of hard to see here
With the rain turning to snow
It’s the day after the Super Bowl
Yet, somehow my shadow it did show;
You know I had to go,
Because, it frightened me so
Thus, back to bed I must go to hibernate
But not before my veggie shake…
By the way, the game was just great,
This is Phil signing off… Saying
“Haben Sie eine gute Nacht”
Meaning “Have a Good Night”
I’ve been up way too late!
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!
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 plenty of beer.
But I'd rather stay in my snug little place
and eat what I want and just hibernate.
My cheeks are chubby, my tummy is fat
I'm warm and I'm cozy, I like it like that.
But now can I hear them coming for me
They pull me right out of my quiet reverie.
The crowd gathers 'round, they want me to speak
To make proclamation, wise counsel to seek.
Out into the cold winter air with a lurch
All eyes trained on me, I cry out, "BUURRP"!
Waiting for Phil to
show, a hare pops out of his
hole – early easter?
2/26/12
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, the Groundhog Day !
Written Jan 29th, 2015
For contest by John Lawless
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 he leaves his small den
To find his love and again live
He doesn't want the pen
Every year he has to please man
Come live inside a cage
To predict when spring will spring warm
This job fills him with rage
This year Phil is running away
Hiding deep in the woods
No one is going to stop his
Amore is this understood?
If you do find him where hiding
Don't place your hand inside
He will fight like a banshee
Winning is his sole pride
Sponsor: John Lawless
Contest: Punxsutawney Phil Speaks
Written: January 30, 2015
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 from near and far
have come to hear my prediction.
Like wishing on a falling star
they all eat up this fiction!
All these humans take my word
and watch my fetching shadow.
To me it's bordering on absurd;
just a showman born to wow!
For contest "Punxsutawney Phil Speaks"
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