Best Toots Poems
Prospector Pete had roamed the hills fer years searchin' fer gold!
He and his faithful burro, Fred, were both growin' weary and old.
He'd looked fer color in many a mountain and stream in Colorado,
Lookin' fer that mother lode, that elusive vein, his own El Dorado!
Oh, he'd found a few nuggets here and there, but didn't amount to much.
Those he did find he'd blown on gamblin', women, whiskey and such!
Pete would save a bag of dust or two from his many wanton toots,
To grubstake himself to re-supply his picks, jeans, shovels and boots.
He staked his claims along ripplin' streams and left many holes along the way.
The mountains and valleys are pocked with his many diggin's to this very day!
He'd come up dry, nothin' there, and move on to more appealin' pickin's,
Burrowin' and pannin' with elbows flyin' workin' like the dickens!
Pete would winter in his cabin 'til spring then he'd begin his annual quest,
Packin' his tools on long-sufferin' Fred and headin' fer the hills to the west.
If he didn't find that elusive bonanza this year he swore that he would retire,
To his ramshackle cabin at the foot of Mount Pisgah and enjoy the blazin' fire!
Years passed and Prospector Pete wasn't seen 'round town much anymore.
One wintry day his friends found him froze to death upon his cabin floor!
They dug Prospector Pete's grave and buried him outside his cabin door.
Eureka! Six feet down was that vein of gold that he'd been a-lookin' for!
It seems that daddy loses ground
when that old Santa comes around
For with his smile and apple cheeks
caught by the glimpse of one who peeks
Excitement roars its fluffy head
as kiddies must lay down to bed
With thoughts of jolly beards and boots
a doll that cries, a’train that toots
For wondrous are the mysteries
awaiting ‘neath the Christmas trees
And how can daddy then compete
with ” Ho, Ho, Ho’s “.about to greet
A busy man must Santa be
a world of children he must see
Despite his reindeer flight so swift
much needed help is such a gift
At least until a certain age
when kiddies turn a certain page
On Christmas Eve they can’t connect
that daddy is the prime suspect!
OBSERVATION
Every town
I mean town or city
Has one
And it aint pretty
There’s this old, red brick building
Nothin on either side
No place for a dealer or his junky to hide
Hell no!
This wreck’s been boarded-up for years
Everything all round’s been torn down
Once in a while some truck’ll bump passed
Along a street what’s seen its last
Pavin when “Toots” Mazzini was gassed
No! This dump is isolated
Few pass by
I’m lookin cause I live in a junk torino nearby
Well, so what?
So. Gottta scratch my head about the damn AD
Freshly painted each year
On side ‘o this pile ‘o old read brick
BAD!
“HAVE A COKE”
Dave Austin
Prospector Pete had roamed the hills fer years searchin' fer some gold.
He and his faithful burro, Fred, were both growin' weary and old.
He'd looked fer color in many a mountain and stream in Colorado,
Lookin' fer that mother lode, that elusive vein, his own El Dorado.
Oh, he'd found a few nuggets here and there, but didn't 'mount to much.
Those he did find he'd blown on gamblin', women, whiskey and such.
Pete would save a bag of dust or two from his many wanton toots,
To grubstake himself to re-supply his jeans, shovels and boots.
He staked claims 'long ripplin' streams and left many holes 'long the way.
The mountains and valleys are pocked with his diggin's to this very day!
He'd come up dry, nothin' there and move on to more appealin' pickin's,
Burrowin' and pannin' with elbows flyin' workin' like the dickens!
Pete would winter in his cabin 'til spring then he'd begin his annual quest,
Packin' his tools on long-sufferin' Fred and head fer the hills to the west.
If he didn't find that elusive bonanza this year he swore that he'd retire,
To his cabin at the foot of Mount Pisgah and enjoy the blazin' fire.
Time passed and Pete wasn't seen 'round town much anymore.
On a wintry day his pals found him froze to death upon his cabin floor!
They dug Pete's grave and buried him just outside his cabin door.
Eureka! Six feet down was that vein of gold that he'd been a-lookin' for!
A poetess named Linda Alice Fowler
Chose the spirit animal owl for her
avatar and muse, and who
doesn’t worry ‘bout bird flu
with all her power, no not this prowler
True to herself and has keen intuition
If she appears in your dreams, pay her attention
It’s well-known symbolism
Embrace change with optimism
Owls can appear as protector’s or an omen
A night owl stays up and writes poetry
Makes POTD, and a great contest entry
Rotates neck to such degrees!
Linda Blairs? Nothing like these
An owl's genius, beyond elementary
Linda’s wise and so clever in her flight
The talent to guide others to the light
A unique voice, she toots
Her and I, we’re in cahoots!
You won’t see her on your way, she’s out of sight!
An owl can rotate there head up to 270 degrees.
Sweet girl in town is so delightful n wonderful as the sun is shining above her feet as she begins her walk into the spirit of kindness n gratefulness of love when she speeds like a train that toots over n over again until the end of time
With Christmas time coming
It's time to call Jack
Sears needs a Santa
to get the Families back
They look for his number
It's no where to be found
They look in all the drawers
Managers buzzing all around
Then almost like magic
Who walks through the door
Sure enough it's Jack
no need to search anymore
His boots are all shiney
His beard white as snow
He looks like Santa's twin
His eyes even glow
Retail season is saved
The people coming in today
Will get to see Santa Jack
And put gifts on Lay Away
The children all love him
They don't give him a break
Poor Santa Jack has to go
His knees start to shake
He drops little Johny
Jumps over some trees
Slipping on a present
He falls down on his knees
The real Santa's watching
Down in the North Pole
A special gift for Santa Jack
This year he won't get Coal
Perhaps a red new suit
with some non slip boots
No more nasty stains
When Santa Jack gets the toots
For Carol Eastman's Christmas Contest.
I think the kids will enjoy Santa Jack.
Dedicated to my friend Jack, a jolly old soul who's never lived at the North Pole.
Through the park I walked, alone
As the moon reflected off the lake
I made a wish and tossed a stone
A sleeping owl, I did awake
As the moon reflected off the lake
Echoes chimed from the owl's hoots
Distant sounds- train's whistle toots
I made a wish and tossed a stone
Perhaps beneath the stars so bright
I just might find my love tonight
A sleeping owl, I did awake
He hooted a symphony that rose above
And just like that, there was my love
Millie was flattered by the whistling of men
But her friend, Tillie, told her to think again
"They're just catching their breath
but are as pale as death.
It's healthy ones, Millie, for whom we should yen."
"Well, darn it, girl. You know I'm hard of hearing
I thought those guys were speaking words, endearing.
"That noise is their wheezing,
and their looks aren't pleasing!
Let's move along now, Millie. Please stop leering."
Millie looked back but off fell her eyeglasses
She stopped to rip toots and expelled her gasses
"I know that really stinks!"
She laughed, "I'm such a minx."
Don't tell me I should take etiquette classes!"
They strolled until Tillie had to take a seat
for she was feeling a bit faint from the heat
Millie started to scold,
"Tillie, you're gettin' old."
"Not too old to kick your walker to the street!"
"I'm only saying those guys were old geezers,
not the sexy kind we once called 'strip teasers!"
And at that thought, Tillie smiled
In younger days, they'd been wild
"They're not what we'd ever call 'woman pleasers."
It was shiny and bright sitting under the tree.
There were other things there, but that's all I could see:
a Lionel toy train on a circular track!
The caboose was maroon and the engine was black.
And to top it all off on this fine Christmas day,
was an engineer's cap that I donned right away.
I had deadlines to make and my job couldn't shirk,
so I rolled up my sleeves, and went straight to my work.
Utilizing impressive construction techniques,
I made Tinker Toy tunnels through newspaper peaks.
With an engine, a caboose, and three railroad cars,
I would ride to the moon and haul back the stars!
It sputtered and sparkled and went round and around
with a clickety clackety sonorous sound,
and an oily ozony odoriferous tang:
my thunderous wondrous electric toy train!
And then Daddy and I had to go out for bread,
and to pick up the big Sunday paper he read.
We're just about home when there was flashing of red...
and the crossbars dipped down at the railroad ahead.
As the freight train slowed up, I could clearly divine
the big engineer's head with a cap just like mine!
We dismounted and yelled, and I signed him three yanks.
He gave me three toots - and I waved back my thanks.
With my engineer's cap and my blue overalls,
I was dressed in a style to give anyone pause!
I had grand places to go and marvels to see...
but Mommy had my breakfast all ready for me.
It sputtered and sparkled and went round and around
with a clickety clackety sonorous sound,
and an oily ozony odoriferous tang:
my thunderous wondrous electric toy train!
PREACHER
the preacher explains
as he travels tracks on his palm
he is on god’s path
helter-skelter tracks indeed!
the midnight express toots warning
reverend smith
with his superior air
mounts the podium
from the loft i can see
through the tear his underwear
after sunday service
a hundred dollar bill in the collection plate
“praise the lord!” says smith
to himself quietly covering it
with a five dollar bill
Dave Austin
Wild Fire n Roots
May 3, 2013
I am trying
youth dem dying
the real warriors
da lions an kings dem
not walk upon earth again
see it der- see it der
where is the roots
where is the heart
we knew fe dem love
deep love was penetrating
the youth dem na
feel it-see- dem imitating
we are demonstrating
the depth of wats left .
Of the real love
I am trying
The youth dem dying
dem cannot survive
without a heart
on fire- That deep rooted desire
Wat happen to dat
burning desire
we need the youth dem
To catch the fire-We Need
Passion and love
to rise up again
mek dem feel it-
mek fem know it
so they can show it...
So true lions and kings
can walk pon earth again
I want to live to see
dem love again
Like the ones we
knew back when.
Bob-
Big Youth-
Toots-
Gregory
Sugar Minot-
SsterCaroll
I- tree"s
Barrington -
Tosh ---Oh my Gosh.
I hope the passion
rises again . and
love N desire-
Spread like wild fire.
Once again.
And ignite our
youth to deal with dem roots
fe know dem
purpose an dem worth
Here's a good question - What would YOU do
If a plane you were sitting in, travelling to
Some hot sunny beach or a swimming pool blue
Suddenly started to shake and to shiver?
Making its passengers tremble and quiver?
I know what I'd do 'coz it happened to me!
I stood up and shouted loud, "I need a wee!"
Then I ran to the toilet and locked myself in
(with the passengers yelling and making a din)
And when the plane started to dip and to dive
And everyone wondered if they would survive
I pushed a small button that looks just like this:
º
A button so small it is easy to miss
A button so secret, so magically cool
A one-in-a-million life-saving tool....
One push - and excitement swelled up in my heart
As I thought of the fun that was going to start!
"EVERYONE, SIT IN YOUR SEATS RIGHT AWAY!",
the air hostess yelled, "LET THERE BE NO DELAY!"
Then out of the loo came a deafening ROAR
As all of the gases contained in that store
All of the passengers' trumps and their boffs
Their parps and their toots and their sly trouser coughs
All blasted at once through that hole where we flush
Exploding as one in a great smelly rush
And powered us forward, up out of the dive
And set us on course, and kept us alive.
This tale has a moral; I'll tell it to you:
Always deposit your gas in the loo
Not only does it keep the smell locked away
It also might be a life-saver, some day.
It started out as a harmless flirtation
Nothing serious for three week’s of vacation
But Fall’s cool breeze must have blown love in
For we instantly connected, our souls akin
Soon we were spending all of our days together
And I knew he wasn’t just strutting his feathers
He liked me for me and he was genuine too,
I wasn’t his “toots,” his “babe,” or “hey you”
And suddenly the world was a novelty,
One I had never explored, and was eager to see
All because he saw past my scarecrow disguise
And pulled out the love, harvested inside
10/3/11
(start 1:06)In the dark of the lonely night
When the stars don't give forth their bright light
And the ocean's waves are so still
Please embrace me
Emmanuel
In the dark of the lonely night
My love for you is just so right
Emmanuel you're my guiding light
Emmanuel
1:32 (minutes into the song)
Come to me oh my love
My dearest Turtledove
Come to me and hold me now
You're gentle touch is so envigorating somehow
Inspiring, enchanting, enchanting
Oh! my love
In the dark of the lonely night
My love for you is just so right
Emmanuel you're my guiding light
Emmanuel my love
Written: Friday, November 22, 2013
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Emmanuel
Lyrical written to Toots Thieleman's instrumental Emmanuel