Best Walter Poems
A splendid actor was the late Walter Brennan.
There were so many movies and television shows he was in.
One of his characters I would particularly enjoy:
That was when he played grandpa Amos McCoy.
Categories:
walter, tribute,
Form:
Clerihew
She stares into the casket
open, not what he wanted,
but she did, even more now.
“Stiffer than he’s ever been.”
she snickered, silent, unheard.
“O M F G thirty years;
look at you in your blazer
and that idiotic badge;”
she toasted, raising a glass
of cola and single malt
discovered upon finding
the “mislaid” Tantalus key.
“I bet you’ll never guess where
your model steam engine is?”
She whispered into his ear,
“Oh, once more into the breach,”
she laughed and knowingly winked.
“Nothing to say, no repost?”
“Not a cutting, hurtful quip?”
“you’re dead, you say. Can’t answer.”
“I was dead for thirty years!”
Categories:
walter, death,
Form:
Blank verse
Sir Walter Scott
In the cold refused to squat
He lived on a boat
That refused to float.
19/05/14
Categories:
walter, humor,
Form:
Clerihew
Nigh on ninescore year hae I
Preside o'er thaes city faer
But i' shoundna be me on thaes stule
In Mad King Gaerge's Squaer
In life a saemple claerk o' law
Who frae Edinburrah hael
'nd 's kent tae woo thae lasses
Wi' an auld ramaentic tael
Naw I set upon mae paerch
'nd watch Glaswegians pass
'nd time again mae eye doth fix
Upon a bonny lass
Thaer be but one wee aeggravation
I 'ud gladly tae shed
Faer I'ud rathaer dae wi'out
Thae seagael on mae haed
August 25, 2017
Categories:
walter, art,
Form:
Personification
Wally some call him Zip (fed em black duck) (crow actually) Kakadu song man of Gulf town
Karumba Australia
Stay alive in 55 and 56 said the roadside sign..
As the Ford Mercury whizzed by on local Brisbane time...
A flat head 8 jumped into a muffled roar...
And Bronco Don gave it its head full bloody bore..
Bill Brummell was a waiting Aunty Nell was coming by..
And of course she'd bring the Johnson's little grubs like Mark and I...
So we lurched and wobbled cross country to the coast...
And aunty Grace was awaiting for sure shed cooked a roast..
So I followed cousin Wally about the Cleveland farm..
And watched him eat a melon from the inside without harm
Cut a hole put his head in, call him melon head?..
Just like a giant white ant this I say god strike me dead?..
Down in the valley my love is so low...
Sang old Slim Whitman on the valve radio..
old Don bought an inter truck a droving we would go..
to the Moonie floods back more than 50 years or so...
then Zip some call him Walter, he got a grand idea...
went to shoot some wild duck with a threeoh and some beer.... .303cal
so he lined up a wood duck but a crow got in the way..
so he reefed and pulled the trigger, just tough duck is all he'd say...
yes these ducks had big black feathers when talking they said ark...
(not like them squeaky yank crows)
Wally plucked and filled the stew pot says its duck or just a lark..
Drunken ring barkers were hungry scoffed the lot in one quick feed...
And they were farting feathers till the crowing parts were freed...
Don Johnson...
OUR MATE WALLY...
Oh they call him Wally Brummell and some just say old Zip..
He wrote and sang about Kakadu on the radio a bit...
Hes seen the passing of the horses and the drovers all gone too...
The rain don't come cos the trees are gone from Brisbane to Barcoo....bad hey...
Old trees that had a life force, as strong as me or you...
Killed by the ring barkers axe and bulldozed burnt so blue..
But if the desert reclaims its own, if the hungry farmer knew ?...
Would he let a sapling live its life, from Brisbane to Barcoo?...nope...
Don Johnson..
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942st...
Categories:
walter, cowboy-westernold, me, old, cousin,
Form:
Rhyme
Great apes are the second most intelligent animals
Next to humans of course except for one of my friends
According to many scientific theories, we evolved from the ape family
Aha, that explains my friend Walter
They follow an extreme social life and express different types of emotions
So does Walter, and when he gets overly excited
He jumps up and down and sometimes he pees himself
Where Walter sort of falls behind a bit is making his own home
Using primitive tools and also searching for food in the forest
All in all Walter is a nice enough fellow
But great apes leave him in the dust when it comes to language skills
Oh Walter is not exactly illiterate but let;s put it this way
One a scale of one to ten...
Apes are about a seven and Walter is a distant third at four!
Walter and I grew up together, discovered girls together
But he still hasn't figured out the boy/girl thingy yet
However there's still time, he's only seventy something!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
walter, sad,
Form:
Narrative
Sir Walter Raleigh :
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Sir Walter Raleigh
Smoked cigars wrapped
in onion-skins
dated ballerina
Virginia Slims
11/22/17
Categories:
walter, cute love, destiny, funny
Form:
Clerihew
Wally was a warrior
took no crap from no one
gave no crapt to none
Wally was my warrior,worrier number one
wise from the south side
smart from the walls
Wally was warrior One
no one had more balls
we enjoyed a lot of times
drank ourselves sick sometimes
wouldn't ever take it back
but now his friendships what I lack
gonna miss U for a long long time
but this sure aint the last
that this world is gonna see
of Wally KID BLAST
PALLANES
Categories:
walter, brother, celebration, death of
Form:
Some folks are misguided to sincerely believe
That what they hear on the news is fact, indeed,
I hope this poem will help you, friend, to relieve
That dreadful notion, for the “news” is suspect
Of being more commentary than cold, hard fact,
I have found journalism, rather recently, bought
And, I would think, paid for by vested interests~~
Sad for the Walter Cronkites of gilded ages past.
Frankly, I want to see what took place in real time
Just tell me, and show me unfiltered the truth,
And cut the commentary like I need explanation
For I can decide for myself what I see and hear.
And I don’t need a biased “expert” to clear the air
An “expert” who has an axe to grind, or who sees
What happened through his own filtered lenses
All these practices insult my native intelligence.
For goodness sakes, I am not a naïve sheeple
Buying every cockamamy theory down the pike
Matter of fact, I’m smarter than the biased views
Tutored in social media and the evening “news.”
It boggles my mind that folks are so taken in
They can’t see evidence and make good decisions,
Follow conspiracy theorists and loony politicians
Take off the silly hats; let light into your heads!
Written July 23, 2022
Categories:
walter, anger, history, how i
Form:
Free verse
Dr. Walter Frieze
Here, arrogant Dr. Walter Frieze
Who in idle boast, cured every disease;
From illness, could never go blue
Lies cold, felled by common flu!
Sept. 16, 2018
Categories:
walter, death, pride,
Form:
Epitaph
After Walter von der Vogelweide's poem to be translated as I sat upon a stone
My mind from worldly cares once lost
elbow on knee, hand to cheek, legs crossed,
i sat upon a seat of stone
thankful with thoughts to be alone.
and contemplate, now free from strife,
whate’er gives meaning to this life.
I saw, uplifted by strange wings
that life combines naught but three things
one so-called honour, one worldly wealth,
one given by God, soul-blessing health.
Honour and wealth in conflict toss
unless God's blessing heal their loss.
Thus violence roams from town to town
And men shed blood to own the crown.
As life's three parts ne'er share one space
Unfamed or poor Iet’s choose God's grace.
Categories:
walter, health, philosophy, religious,
Form:
Lyric
Walter B. Canfield
1872-1914
It is in my best interest indeed,
Now that my name is about to be called,
To come forth to the White Throne,
To make confession, and to be judged,
For my legion of sins and trespasses,
Committed in no small part, as
The irresistible charms of one Lutie Sayles,
Precluded any semblance of forthright fidelity.
For she was the devil’s mate, this I knew,
As time and time again,
She flirtingly tapped my arm with a coy smile,
As I passed the collection plate to her at Sunday services,
Young and beautiful and available Lutie Sayles,
Seated in her usual polished corner pew,
With wild flowers set in her brown curls,
While I, dressed in clean suit and tailored tie,
Privately entertained inside my mincing mind,
Not thoughts of Job or Enoch,
But secret visions of Lutie and me,
Ensconced together on a green terrace,
Surrendering to the elements of stardust, wind,
And wet puckered lips,
Ultimately finding sinful solitude,
Under a dying cedar tree,
On wind-swept Rideout Ranch.
Oh, be not alarmed at these fantasies,
Of a man now dead for a century,
For church was truly boring,
And I, a man and nothing else,
Found the winsome Lutie Sayles
In my every waking thought.
Then it happened, as if by serendipity,
I saw Lutie Sayles on the side of Workman Mill Road,
That drowsy sleepy day,
When Providence appeared as a descending swan,
And with subtle all encompassing power,
Parted Lutie’s Red Sea,
For my charging manly chariot!
Categories:
walter, desire, girlfriend,
Form:
Epitaph
Should Remember Walter Cronkite
By Franklin Price
12/3/2016
Should remember Walter Cronkite
Most trusted newsman in the land
He told us what was happening
To help determine where to stand
Reported what was happening
Embellishment was not his thing
Reported, did not make the news
By adding his own flash and bling
I'm sure there is a lesson here
For modern media to adhere
Report the news, don't make the news
I hope I've made this message clear
I thought we had a few of them
'Til this election came along
All the newsmen reporting there
Took sides, which was so very wrong
Reporting news no easy job
Research, confirm, and then report
Don't want to hear what you believe
Not a personalized retort
To regain your reputation
At least the one you have with me
Make an effort to be the man
That Walter Cronkite used to be
If you could only do that now
Your reputation you could save
Or maybe Walter Cronkite took
This type reporting to his grave
Categories:
walter, celebrity, conflict, integrity, pollution,
Form:
Rhyme
So proper and prim in my Brooks Broithers suit.
( I loathe that Obama! I much prefer Newt.)
Decorum at all times, when in public view.
( Dwelling on feelings would render one blue.)
An Ivy League background, a young trophy wife,
(I prefer peace and quiet, an absence of strife.)
Success at all costs is the rock bottom line!
( We keep cutting jobs and I think that's fine.)
All things in their turn and each in their place,
( That ***** they hired. I don't like his face.)
We must turn a profit. The public be damned!
(How dare they label our whole business a scam!)
How America prospers must be left up to us!
( If the gas goes too high, there's always the bus.)
Let them get here like I did- work hard and save!
( I have no regrets- save my untrod upon grave.)
Categories:
walter, history, life, people, satire
Form:
Rhyme
This is the first in a series that I wrote for my son a few years back. I wrote the first and he asked for more so the others follow here as well. The first of the series is just a quick intro. The more I wrote of the Walter poems the better they got I think. There are five(5) poems in total, the last of which titled "A Fathers Pride".... Hope you enjoy.....
Walter
Tucked beneath mulch and shredded bark
Awaiting the voyage that he’ll embark
To the cold wet hand of runny nosed boy
Who farts and burps and thinks him a toy
To feast on worms and grubs and slimy things
And other bugs that the little boy brings
And then to be cuddled or taken for rides
In any toy transport that Joey decides
All this before being placed gently at home
In the safety of glass where he started from
You see this is the life of Walter the Frog
An African Bull who’s loved more than a dog
Penned - March 2008
BUNNY JUMP
Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
walter, animal, boy, child, children,
Form:
Rhyme