Best Ross Poems

Her life turned upside down, endless chorus of tears,
jilted she hoped he would stop in the name of love.
What was once endless love was now songs full of fears.
Her baby love left her lost like a lonesome dove.

Jilted she hoped he would stop in the...

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The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For...

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It is said the first flag maker was Ms. Betsy Ross
Was also said she could do well with some dental floss
As one can imagine twas because she ran out of thread
She forgot to order it because she didn't take her meds




Battle Of The Clerihew---Contest Of...

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Betsy Ross of Colonial days
Could never imagine the ways
Our United States flag would be blessed
To fly on the Moon and Mount Everest.
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CHORUS
No man stands alone
in the street, the ring or the combat zone
some lay in the gutter
some sit on a throne
but no man stands alone

At the age of fourteen 
he had a dream
to become a rabbi 
Chicago 1924
then his dad was killed by men
who tried to...

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Painting tapestries in awesome colors,
Beautiful  mountains and skies of blues,
Such unique and wonderful painter that
He was
Painting was his whole world
And shared it he wanted it, and did it
All with you and me
Loving nature and flowers too,
Nursing little creatures back to 
Life,
But especially he loved...

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Ross holidayed as a kid once at Center Parcs, 
Where he first played the sport of table tennis, 
And he loved it so much ‘cos he was so good, 
That a member of staff remarked on his ability. 

He was successful, ranking in the world...

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To the Redcoats Betsy Ross lied.
“It is not a flag!” she decried.
“I'm due at a wedding
and all of this threading
will be a new gown for the bride!”

“But it isn't just one little dress,”
with nose growing she had to confess,
“A collection I've planned--
t'will sell big in...

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I just started reading
or should I say re-reading
a book by the late, great poet
Kenneth Koch.

It's called "I Never Told Anybody"
and it's all about teaching poetry 
in a nursing home.
It's really good.

One of the poets who really shone
at the American Nursing Home
was a man named William...

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Phoebe Buffay 
Plays her guitar every day
She often sings ‘Smelly cat’
Sadly her voice is very flat

Ross Geller
Is quite a nerdy feller
He said Rachel’s name when he got wed
His bride Emily probably wished him dead!

Ross and Pheobe starred in Friends

Clerihew 2 Poetry Contest


Sponsored by Joseph May

09/30/21...

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My favorite hat says, “Air Force Mom”
Pink words printed on tan.
I wear it proudly, with aplomb.
Ross is my son; I am his fan.
He serves our country as a U.S. Airman.

War is no joke, not a sitcom.
Preserving our freedom a serious plan.
He does his job without...

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The missus unflagging crocheting efforts as Betsy Ross incarnate

With needle in hand incorporating love
in every single crochet stitch
that's my wife
tad more'n a quarter century ago
then newlywed to yours truly
slowly, magically but inexorably
transforming skein of yarn
into requested end product
of her tastefully done choice.

Eventual inchoate objective
will become...

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There is a little cemetery in Oklahoma,
by a town, Tahlequah, it is named. 
Chief John Ross is buried there.
Of the “Trail Of Tears” he was famed. 

Just a little sign on the left of the road,
painted on a piece of wood.
It’s been a while since...

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Melissa
Outgoing, Passionate, Insane, Friend
Adoptive daughter of Carol and James
Lover of Pittsburgh, poetry, and music
Who feels pain, depression, and occasional joy
Who fears stars, death, and heights
Who would like to see Italy, Greece, and success
Resident of Warrington, Pennsylvania
Ross...

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MY Son Ross

My son has a special purpose in life.  I am sure of it.  His life was spared thrice.
Yesterday, he was a babe in arms; the days and years have passed way too fast.
 
Somehow, without permission (lol) the boy turned into...

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