Best Squires Poems
Sleep.. indigo’s eyes, night loving allies,
Sol’s flare is stars' disguise dawn till dusk’s reprise,
peach awe-inspired skies effuse juice sunrise,
east, grapefruit pink lies - lemon slice rhapsodize.
Pastel wash replies to Zephyrus sighs,
morning glory highs yield to afternoon’s surprise..
wings golden butterfly's, squires sun clockwise,
ruddy west implies cocktail hour’s devise,
sunlight’s demise creeps in blueberry dyes,
plum, mango fraternize as prim-rose chastise.
Sunset complies sending signal-light fireflies,
Wake! indigo’s eyes, night loving allies,
tantalize poets to romanticize.
Susan Ashley
August 17, 2017
~ First Place ~
Contest: Your Best Monorhyme
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Rhymes checked at (RY) rhymer.com
Categories:
squires, appreciation, day, imagery, nature,
Form:
Monorhyme
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..
for fickle fate oft omits the finer things,
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.
Love, ah love, it is beauty without guile
and when gifted so your hearts will take to wings.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile...
There is no emotion more versatile
bringing happiness to squires and King's
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.
See the faultless features which beguile
and join your woven fingers with a ring.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..
You found a pairing more than mercantile
to such joy may your two hearts ever cling
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.
To Bride and Groom a toast to love nubile
and all the bliss that loving lips can bring.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.
Categories:
squires, faith, family, happiness, love,
Form:
Villanelle
There was once an old cowpoke named Meyers
For decades he'd rode an old hoss named Squires
He'd roped steers and fixed fences
Enjoyed beer and square dances
And was bowlegged as a pair of pliers
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
squires, cowboy-western, funny, old, old,
Form:
Limerick
Of
splendid
thrones of
gold
Of
treasures
manifold
Of Sultans
and Shahs
Of Emirs
and Rajahs
Of
jewelled
caskets
or lavish
banquets
Of
sparkling
crowns
and
flowing
gowns
Of kings
and queens
Rulers and
emperors
Of their
subservient
stewards
and
obedient
butlers
Or the
servile
knaves
and
stalwart
squires
Of the
peons and
minions
pages and
pavilions
Of castles
and palaces
of
abounding
gold and
silver
in
ostentatious
regal
splendour
Ah the
fanning
maids in
waiting
Yet to me
one thing
worth
more
noticing
The poet
minstrels
who came
to sing
from afar
for the
queen and
king
For I'd
rather be a
poet for
kings
so to my
tunes
swayed
the
kingdom
than I be
the king
of mere
subjects
and be filled with regal
boredom!
So I could join ranks of
troubadours
and sing for the king
some folklores
For words are the heart of imagination
Inviting to poetic fascination.
(form Troubadour) Ars poetica
Categories:
squires, poetess, poetry, poets, song,
Form:
Chant Royal
Nathaniel Bains was a kindly man but had little brains
He was as skinny as a lat
Lived in a small country village
And a bird nested in his tall top hat.
Nathaniel resembled a scarecrow his clothes were well worn and mucky
Although a pleasant man he was born so unlucky
When he was two he fell in a well
And the locals complained because he smelled
When he was three he fell from a tree when he was four he fell on the floor
Poor Nathaniel couldn't do anything right
A walking disaster
But like a good man prayed each night.
When Nathaniel grew up he was nearly seven foot tall
And could peer over the tallest wall
And pick apple off the trees
Until he got stung on the bum by a swarm of bees.
One day in march or may Nathaniel entered a competition
And sent off his entry straight away the prise a cruise
Nathaniel thought he couldn't lose.
Weeks passed by and Nathaniel forgot
If he'd won or not until postman Egbert with letter in hand
Shouted ''Nathaniel''a letters arrived you have won first prize''
Nathaniel never had a letter before and had someone read it by the door.
The village folk were so excited they invited Nathaniel to the squires mansion
And had a ball. hip hip hurrah! our Nathaniel has won a prize and is unlucky no
more went up in a mighty roar.
Nathaniel packed his old tatty suitcase and the village folk went with him to see
him off at the Southampton Docs they waved as the ship set off
But poor Nathaniel wasn't lucky and everyone panicked
It was a prize of a cruise on the Titanic!.
The village folk were so sad he was a pleasant lad and not that bad
They erected a statue in his honour in the town but even that fell down.
Some say sometimes you can still hear Nathaniel whistling as he passes in the
Town after the sun goes down
''Idea came to me in a dream.''
Peter Dome copyright.2014. July.
Categories:
squires, character, fun, funny, hilarious,
Form:
Free verse
The Beheading of Thomas
Let the clowns play on heathens dirt floors
With the rabble and unwashed masses
The Squires shall reside above
With men at arms and knights of superior glove
Allegiances to kings and royal courts
Let the bishops sort out the cohorts
Be deceived not by those with no letters
Saying they are poets for the better
They worship their own idol minds
While the wise ones seek out their own kind
Seekers who only find battle
Silent ones who preach with loud voices
Forewarning to the masses
You have better choices, forget their pretentious classes
Walk among the islands grazing sheep
Contemplation rewards the humble and meek
Trumps Rubies may shine today
Under rubble I assure you
They shall be one day
Categories:
squires, art, england, evil, history,
Form:
Couplet
FORGOTTEN DEEDS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Colin P. Kelly, John Basilone
Two Good Men That Should Be Known
They’re Now a Part of Our Ancestry
Now Fading into the Pages of History
Audie L. Murphy, Jonathan Wainwright
They’re Framed Images Now out of Sight
Kenneth N. Walker, George B. Turner,
John C. Squires, Curtis S. Shoup,
Joe P. Martinez, William K. Nakamura,
Manuel Perez,.Jr.,Donald Kirby Ross
Names Now Forgotten as Time Slips
Absorbed by the Sea like the Wake of a Ship
Who Were These Men What Did They Do ?
The Answer: Left Solely to You
Categories:
squires, courage, freedom, hero, history,
Form:
Rhyme
We Must Make Way For Princes and Paupers,
Yes Pave Way, Blaze the Paths for Dukes and Drinkards,
Duchesses and Their Harem Of Rowdy Wanton Belles,
Who is She A Dame or A Damsel,
In Relating My Jaguar To Your Aspen We delved into spelling out the qualities of
Their Opel,Citroen and his Jagged Hummer,
Who Will quell This Auto Duel Maybe A Benz,Toyota or A Funny Looking
Volkswagen.
Angels that sat to crack and eat nuts,a sequel to the Epic "The Squirell",
Estates Reserved for the Esquire,One How many beds didst he deem to sleep a
Night..
Your Nutty Officials,Their Sherriffs and Our Squires,
Issues We sat In saliency to discuss In Atlantis And The Consorted Eighteen
Galaxy League,
Their Medula Lacks One and More Attractions..Hehawed Without a Glorified
Nebulae..A Glitter to Sparkup Our Day,
Allow me beat these drums to herald the coming of My Asteroid Race Friends.
Friends Who deemed it feat to pay us Two Salient Visits,
Passing The soul of Man Intelligence..And Deep Understanding to matters we all
had a light Alienated Idea Of...
Speaking of our Salient Meetings..I Foresee your Frighted Thinkings,
Augmented Thoughts In Wild Ratings..Men's Forbidden Call To Eat Warranted
Fruits..May the Father Grant Men The Sight To See Through in Wisdom and More..
Men who have set the pace and Our Forever Lessons,
For Many are the Hurdles that Wise Men Scale To Achieve Perfection..
Let Guitar Strings Strum Slow Waltz,
To Enable Webster's Tricks and Magic in Grammer's Slow Rock,
Maybe Writing To Heads That have Seen The More..
Stiil I bid Godspeed To The Morrow And More..Selah.
Categories:
squires, adventure, education, happiness, science,
Form:
Ballad
Verily I say unto thee,
The subjects of kings are not free.
They answer to all the king’s court.
Submitting a yearly report.
If rulers own part of thy time,
With a tax on every dime,
Then thy freedom and liberty
Is a fallacious fantasy!
Canst thou even speak to thy kings?
Nay! Thou must speak to underlings!
Not to bishops, but to friars.
Not to knights, but only squires.
Thou art the pawns upon the board,
The playthings of the royal ward,
The cattle that fill their coffers,
Begging the crumbs their king offers.
Thou art the sons of slavery,
And the daughters of apathy.
And those who fought with bravery,
Must yield to thy complacency!
It is better to fight and die,
Than let fear cause thee to comply
With those who wouldst make thee their slave,
‘Til ye rest in thy pauper’s grave.
Categories:
squires, life, political, society,
Form:
Rhyme
The ceiling lowers a chandelier’s glow,
A suspended drizzle of glass fireflies.
Marble tiers like a sharp-edged ruffle,
Scaled by lissome feet in buffed leather shod.
As jewels’ shine with sequins’ luster vies,
And pomade’s glints with brilliantine's scuffle,
A beauty to make all womanhood blush,
Ascends the stairs, and with her all eyes rise.
Silk gown’s long train trailing e’er so graceful,
A teardrop’s upflow that brings down a hush;
Young squires turn faithful.
Categories:
squires, beauty, cinderella, desire, men,
Form:
Curtal Sonnet
Who owns
These faces
I see in this
Crowded bus?
Our Lagos
Squires or slums?
Hopeful eyes
Squint as smews!
Scarfed
Capped
Bald
Bared
Heads flow
On mobile necks.
Yes!
Dry joy squats
Lifeless
On these faces
As elephant husks.
Arrayed in apparels
Shabby as pigs
Tho’ some gorgeous
Neat as eagles
These beings
Headed towards
Mile Two
O, Mile Two
Of all places!
But where exactly
Are we coming from?
And where exactly
Are we going to?
Categories:
squires, parody
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Poor Jeremy Squires.
Jeremy Squires a strange wee breed
would cough and sneeze all day indeed.
So Marjorie Proctor sent for the doctor.
She asked that he come real quick.
Before Jeremy Squires and his coughing expires
then he'll no-longer be sick!
Well, said the doctor, if I don't come quick
and Jeremy Squires is no-longer sick
he won't need a doctor Marjorie Proctor.
Is that what you've just said?
Yes! Said she, oh don't you see
cause Jeremy Squires will be dead.
Categories:
squires, children, nonsense, sick,
Form:
Rhyme
[Continued from Part Three]
Thereupon the elder gave them all a single cart.
It was tall and broad with gems adorning every part
and had bells on all four corners plus a balustrade
surrounding, with a hanging awning offering shade.
Valuable jewels, that were fastened with a cord
made of costly fibers, and the trimmings they adored
embellished every inch that their dazzled eyes explored…
How their faces now lit up at such a rare reward!
Also there were many flower garlands suspended
with a plaited ribbon on the top that extended
all around the border to make it look more splendid…
Oh, the awesome marvels of this cart never ended!
It was fitted well with vermillion-colored pillows;
satin fabrics, silk brocades streamed about in billows,
soft the carpets on the floor with which it was furnished;
brightly shone the vehicle, radiantly burnished.
To pull the cart there was a huge white ox, extra strong,
perfectly-proportioned for a journey very long.
In form it was superb; it had impeccable hide.
And with regular hoof-steps to match its steady stride
the ox could go as fast as the wind on any ride.
Yes, this powerful cart was the elder’s joy and pride.
There were numerous guards, furthermore, for protection,
attendants, squires, retainers— quite a big collection.
The children climbed in, overjoyed at the selection
of the man, for this cart suited them to perfection.
Equally, it satisfied all their predilections.
So, at once they drove off into the four directions,
absolutely happy and enchanted without bound
at the unrestricted freedom which they now had found.
[Continued in Part Five]
~ Harley White
Categories:
squires, allusion, destiny, fire, life,
Form:
Narrative
Oh the goddam cockroaches!
Like living aliens from 50’s movies:
and in my house!
Where do they live, these errant knights?
In search of food, and greasy squires, as
they scurry across the kitchen’s night.
One’s without a leg, a skirmish with a skink?
And two just stare at each other; lovers, or
two males looking for a fight?
It’s hard to tell which is which and what is
what, amid the morning heat; but I live in
hope, that they’ll migrate, one day across
the field; to the rich man’s house, that looks
so neat, and share upon his wealth.
Categories:
squires, anger, fun,
Form:
Free verse
Dear Doyle,
Why have you not incorporated me further into your work?
When I found out I appeared briefly, in just three stories, I was hurt.
You made me smarter than Sherlock himself,
but, alas, you did not find me worth the ink.
And no, my dear friend, no simple explanation will suffice.
We are both men Arthur, let's not beat around the bush like mice
You'll meet me tonight, eight o'clock sharp at the Reigate Squires.
Do not send a wire or put it off a moment further. This business is dire!
Sincerely,
The Other Holmes
NOTE: For those who aren't familiar with the stories, Sherlock Holmes actually has a brother. His name is Mycroft Holmes (and Doyle actually made him much smarter than Sherlock... though Mycroft was too lazy to put his talents to good use). He was a very interesting character and I was sad to see him in so few stories...
Categories:
squires, character, humorous, imagination,
Form:
Light Verse