Best Stoutest Poems

I had an old auntie called Mable
Who could drink men under the table
She’d tell folks of her gout
Sup up six pints of stout  -
then stagger to the loo when able!

11~23~16

WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON


My paternal aunt whose name was Mable 
Drank so much that she...

Continue reading...

Again, death swirls its black finger 
around the aura of pristine ponds.
Now sprouting the stoutest weeds...
where sleepy lilies and emerald songs used to breathe.
Where souls once rested so naturally.

Again, death swirls its black finger.
Leaving me slightly paler than a happy life.
I'm never quite as fleet...

Continue reading...

There will come times
of unimaginable events

Times in one’s life
unforeseen and inexplicable

Times that will test
The mettle of the best

Times that will evoke grief so great
that the stoutest heart will shrivel

Times of bliss and happiness such
That one seems to float in air

Times of stress and dire duress
That...

Continue reading...

There passed amid the crowded fair a lady
All clad in stately gown of em'rald green
With golden trim and diamonds all a-sparkle
It was, I say in truth, a comely scene

Her hair was walnut brown and deftly braided
Her eyes the bluest June I e'er ha' seen
Her face...

Continue reading...

Eminent Doctors and professors
Did meet, at a prominent place
For their prominent feats

After much preamble; they sat down
Face to face; their table was long, a
Shiny space.

Their gizmos and gadgets the very best
They spoke on many topics from health
To outer space; even vests.

Rarified though not verified; their...

Continue reading...

Bird Brains

Mr Fox wore padded socks to creep up on some chickens
The chickens had CCTV and weren't such easy pickings
He snuck up to the coop and took a peek in through the hatch
The cockerel slammed it shut and put a padlock on the latch
Ignoring Fox...

Continue reading...

Bitter sweet is the song of love
a quivering leaf in the wind floating 
twisting turning in blazing hues of red 
spiralling down kissing the earth a promise sent
to the heart that loves.

As  the violin bow  against its strings enthralls 
melting  the stoutest...

Continue reading...

A  Soul's Fight

The soul faces what the stoutest heart dares not to speak
dark spirits that make our knees wobble and voices squeak
Battering rams plunging in rhythm against castle's gate
shadow voices accusing and promising such a ghastly fate!

As the last rays of Sun's golden light...

Continue reading...

I’d set upon a long, uncertain voyage.
Twas one to test the pilot’s skeely art
Of navigating perils yet uncharted 
While facing fears to daunt the stoutest heart.
I’d drop the lead to sound the straight and narrow,
Then trim the sail to cross the deep and wide.
I tacked...

Continue reading...

Within the weighty door, weary souls went;
as did I as a child of eight, to the silent sentience within…
Upon the stoutest oak they sat, worrying beads.
“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee,”
The penitants, the prayerfull, the pitiful, rock.
The innocent observations of childhood.

Inward...

Continue reading...

Stephanus Marcus Book 1
Canto 6
Verses 4 and 5

Now herald monarch's late arrival nigh.
From east his royal standard shows design.
A lion bold displays from pennant high -
courageous beast, a brave and noble sign.
King's escort knights are seen a riding line,
protective shield defending great their Sire.
Soon castle...

Continue reading...

Fastidious gildings must dot your mien:
Sizzling lips that ooze unbridled charm,
And a neck sleekest with angelic luster
To daze the eye and sun a smitten arm. 

Still deeper graces beyond corporeal eye
Shall your gold’s stoutest bulwarks prove:
A mind pliable into another’s loftier ideal,
A heart malleable to...

Continue reading...

All dressed in purple like a king,
The man was spat at, flogged and mocked,
And forced to carry his own cross,
As witnessed by the crowds that flocked.

I listened to their hateful words,
And wondered what his crime had been,
I felt compassion for the man:
The stoutest victim I...

Continue reading...

Tell the Moms it didn't happen 
Tell the Dads it isn't so 
Pretty little roses blooming 
In the garden – row on row –
Pretty little blossoms folding 
Petals falling to the floor 
Falling into angels rising 
Sprouting wings on which to soar 

Smite the gunman...

Continue reading...

Mightier than fibs and sharp swords, 
Manacled truth will with time prevail
Against high peak and gigantic vale, 
And glossed lips' deodorized words. 

Sharper than lucre's nectared studs
Stabs tested truth's right-driven nail;
Till all wrong-worn tongues wax frail, 
And fain betray old veneered guards. 

Unfettered truth predates...

Continue reading...