Best Rear Poems

As soon as we got to the county fair
The country odor got through my nose hair
Coz above some milk pails
We encountered cow tails
Which filled our senses with their dairy-air...

Continue reading...

I check my rear view mirror,
Is it safe to change my lane,
Side mirrors checked but its not clear,
Everything’s fogged by pouring rain.

I make my move and extreme pain,
Airbags explode streams of light,
Trails of yellow fire in my brain,
Sirens reel in the dark night.


Written by Lee...

Continue reading...

Feels like limericks are coming out of my ears
Or sometimes think they're coming outta me rear
But those ones are shitty
Not for transmitty
So I'll try not to post 'em but can't promise my dears...

Continue reading...

This sub zero stuff may finally be over
How do we survive every year
It ain't civilized, it's downright barbaric
This year got a frozen rear

Sat down on the coals in my barbecue pit
Took twenty-four hours to thaw
Till finally I smelled a very strange odour
Realized it was time...

Continue reading...

November arrives-
my panorama world view
takes a monochrome hue...

Continue reading...

Seen many splendid things in my seventy-nine years
But the one thing that stands out is the girlie's cute rear
If I lose my seeing
My touchy and feeling
Then I guess I might as well just call it a career


© Jack Ellison 2015...

Continue reading...

There comes a time when we all begin 
  to challenge the authority above.
Whilst we may know that we committed a sin
  they still discipline us because of their love.

I remember just such a time
  when Mom was the challengee and I...

Continue reading...

REAR VIEW MIRROR
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



Its been a long and perilous journey
All over in such a short time
I  find myself yielding the treasures
I once thought were mine
If there’s a heaven
Then surely, there is a hell
Question is “in which shall I dwell”...

Continue reading...

Wishbone reunion,
Flying south this time of year.
Brings much Thanksgiving....

Continue reading...

There's something about suspenders and Rear-enders
And even if you may be running into fenders
To me and many, it might not be a big deal
But suspenders may get caught in steering wheel.

It did seem to start becoming quite drafty
When I saw someone cunning and crafty
Drinking many...

Continue reading...

Seen many splendid things in my eighty-one years
But the one thing that stands out is the girlie's cute rear
If I lose my seeing
My touchy and feeling
Then I guess I might as well just call it a career...

Continue reading...

I'm finally slowing down after all these years
Yup! You heard it first... dragging up my rear
Had to happen
Still can't imagine
A young pup still am I rolling along in high gear...

Continue reading...

Patchwork quilt of a metal roof,
with a hip-shot lean to the left.

Boards, weathered, to a storm cloud grey,
with remnants of red in the cracks.

Generations, hub of the farm.
If only the old barn could talk.

From its birth, in a barn raising,
lumber from a family saw mill.

Mares...

Continue reading...

I can only presume your neck is in a brace,
Or why else could you not see what is in your wake.

I have a mirror you can borrow so you can see the fish you refused to take,
Now just treats for the sharks.

And what about your...

Continue reading...

To live or to survive
It is a hard time
After the epidemic 
Comes the economic crisis
Not enough food 
We grow our own vegetables
Not enough chickens
We rear our own chickens
Nothing to do with money
But when not enough money 
People can bribe
We can do nothing
Even when we retire...

Continue reading...