Best Willis Poems
Walt Willis had a pain in the crotch.
He vowed to stop drinking so much scotch.
But that wasn't to blame
the cause was clearly plain.
His gut needed a belt with a new notch.
Categories:
willis, pain,
Form:
Limerick
Bruce Willis is at the Super Bowl with blimps and tunnels to run thru!
Run! Bruce Willis! Run! The bad guys are after you!
His wife is in the seats wondering if she’ll be safe!
Honey! Your Hubby is BRUCE WILLIS! No one could be MORE SAFE!
If something is not right! If terrorists are running a muck!
Bruce Willis to the rescue! Thank you very much!
With Miley Cyrus as the ½ time act! Don’t worry anyone!
Before she begins to twerk! He’ll tackle her to the ground!
Are the vendors charging way too much? What will you do?
Simply call Bruce Willis! He’ll do whatever there needs… to do!
As everything goes into sudden death over time…
Bruce Willis to the rescue…That in unless…
Chuck Norris is there for the other blooming team!!!
Then Run! Bruce Willis! Run! Chuck Norris is after you!
Categories:
willis, dedication, fun, funny, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Dedicated to Donald Duck
You are greatly admired
By the following
The deplorables
Kellyanne Conway
She will con you all the way!
Adolph Hitler
Joseph Stalin
Mussolini
Sarah Palin
Pol Pot
Vladimir Putin
Saudi Royals
Palestinian boils
Tayyip Erdogan
Rudy Giuliani
Mike Pence
Chris Christie
Fran Drescher
Denis Rodman
Jesse Ventura
Astor Mark Burns the fraud and con artist
Ben Carson, the brain surgeon who lost his own brain
Now that’s totally insane
Bechir Assad
Kim Jong-un
Dennis Rodmam, Kim Dongs boyfriend
Gene Simmons, Kiss my ass
Zoltan Bathory, stop the drugs man
Loretta Lynn a hick with redneck whims
Bruce Willis is an actor and a racist with no car(e)
Jessica Simpson is blonde and maybe Trump hasnt grabbed her kitten
Sylvester Stallone will soon be all alone
Unless Donald is gay then a bromance is etched in stone
Illusions of self grandeur
Fantasies of men born to slander
Trump is a sleaze and con and a fraud
If you buy in, you’re a chump and a sod
Stop and think, stop the drink
You have choices and diverse options
Build bridges not walls
In the end, together we shall all stand tall
Maybe not, then too late, we shall atomically fall
A narcissist and psycho of that it’s for sure
He takes charitable deductions claiming he is pure
As he evicts the poor and mentally challenged
Who voted for him while being tossed out the door
Notes: With rights come responsibilities, although this is always a balance it seems we as a society are very concerned with out rights and much less with out responsibilities. I encourage anyone who truly cares to go and find a book called “Berlin Diary 1934-1941” and read it. First it’s a personal account of the times, and any book that covers humanity and day to day life for me carries a more humanistic weight to the story, however the main point is this. Hitler said and acted very much in the same way Donald Trump does today. That educated men stand behind Trump as well as many uneducated ones, is sad, they are more concerned with their own careers than doing the right thing. Of note, The Bushes seem to have long before it was popular, distance themselves from Trump.
Categories:
willis, bible, butterfly, death, nonsense,
Form:
Free verse
After the dreary, dismal cold days of winter,
Bogged down by mounds of snow,
Chicago, the indomitable city,
Dogged by ears-flapping, bone-chilling winds,
Emerges like a blooming flower
Fostering liveliness, sensuality,
Gaiety and grandiose funfair.
Hot, sizzling and sassy summer aside;
Invigorating spring first arrives and
Jogging along the Lakefront trail or
Kicking a soda can down the Magnificent Mile,
Life finally emerges from its winter cocoon.
Mona Lisa smiles and bright eyes fleeting by,
Night life promises a charm of its own with
Outdoor patios where cooing lovers linger,
Pandering to fans of performing arts and swanky music.
Quotidian lives turn into jostling horseplay,
Ravishing beds of fragrant shrubs adorn the sidewalks.
Spring in Chicago is vivaciously volatile,
Temperature, as it rises, so does people's spirits,
Under the shadows of imposing skyline or
Viewing the serpentine Lake Shore Drive up from
Willis Tower's Skydeck, Chicago appears, oh,
Xtra beautiful – A spring's paradise!
Yellow magnolias, richly painted and sweetly fragrant,
Zestfully vying with vibrant clusters of tulips.
~"A Spring Abecedarian" Contest by Shadow Hamilton
~02/19/2015
Categories:
willis, spring,
Form:
Abecedarian
Join together in packs
Journey in Africa
Jaunt as prowling wolves and
jabber like little dogs
Jaws grip prey like a vice
Jugular bites will kill
Jolting Willis movie
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March 5th, 2017
Kim Merrymen Contest
Pleiades J
Categories:
willis, animal,
Form:
Verse
The Chicago skyline.
You symbolize home.
You are me and I am you.
There you are Sears Tower!
Just like you I will stand tall and strong
Even through life's toughest winds,
I might sway back and forth,
But to the ground which I was built on,
I'll remain.
Even when people try to change my name,
I'll just reply "Watchya talkin bout Willis?!"
Yeah, you'll always be Sears to me.
And I'll always be Joe to you.
Thank You Chicago.
I promise I will get as fast as
The trains and planes that transport your people
And when I get caught up in life's traffic,
I promise to keep my cool and my destination in mind.
I promise to get as strong as your culture is.
I promise to always be filled with as much vigor as
Your raging college students are.
I promise to stay as passionate as
The struggling musicians that serenade your "L" subways are.
I promise I will work as hard as
Your workers that are just trying to pay their bills do.
I promise I'll always stay as hungry
As the poor that beg on your streets are.
And I promise I'll make you proud of me.
For I am proud of you!
Chicago, don't you know?
You will always put the "O" in Joe.
Categories:
willis, childhood, dream, home, journey,
Form:
Free verse
Next month I'll be fifty
What rhymes with fifty?
Sixty
Ten years to make fifty
the new thirty
Get down and dirty
Like Stallone and Willis
Maybe buy a few guns
"Yeah we bad."
"How we gonna hit em Sly?"
"I don't wanna DIE HARD!"
"No John Wayne Gacy for me."
Try to breeth like Jack Nickelson
I can feel it allready
An unimaginable ammount
Of cool being showered
Down on me
All I have to do is
Keep my mouth shut
Categories:
willis, write
Form:
Free verse
1. Kelly Lune:
silk rose under dome
opaque glass
thwarted love preserved
2. Jack Collom Lune:
the faded corsage
under a dusty glass dome—
missed spring ball
NOT FOR CONTEST
POET'S NOTES
The lune (aka American haiku) created by New York-based poet Robert Kelly (1935–) in the 1960s consists of 5-3-5 syllables (the 13 syllables correspond to the 13 lunar months), and the shape resembles a crescent moon hence it is never centred on the page. Later, poet Jack Collom (1931–2017) came up with the word-count-variant, The Lune, that is more popular today, namely, 3-5-3 words per line representing a gibbous moon. No cutting word required (it may employ enjambment); and any subject matter (reference to nature is not a prerequisite). Punctuation, capitalisation, and rhyme is the prerogative of the poet.
The following poetic forms are akin in design to the Lune: Empty Moon, by Alan Mudd (a 9 word poem—3 words per line); Leaf, by Joseph Braun & Marielle Grenade-Willis (The Braun leaf is an eleven syllable couplet: 6-5. The Grenade-Willis leaf is an eleven syllable tercet: 3-5-3); elevenie or elfchen, German meaning little eleven, (1-2-3-4-5 syllables per line with specific structure requirements); and triplet.
The triplet is a three word poem—usually no capital letters or punctuation is used. As a linguistic geometry the triplet may be seen as a triangle in two ways: 1. each word is a leg, or 2. each word is an angle. One of the principle insights one gains when producing triplets is a functional knowledge of how (and under which circumstances) words form especially reliable structural bonds; it often enjoins adjectives to a special noun. A famous triplet by Aldous Huxley:
Brave New World
Categories:
willis, lost love, poetry, seasons,
Form:
Other
There was a man's man, you could say he was grand,
who blessed the cinema screen and had millions of fans.
When he swaggered into a room, men stepped aside,
their wives and their daughters they would all try to hide.
He had something about him, some called it true grit.
Others would say, "What ever it is, I wish I had it!"
He stood around six-foot-four, larger than life.
If you crossed paths, you had better brought more than a knife.
On and off the screen he got his respect,
actors today, sorry to say, don't have that effect.
Willis, Deniro, Pacino and the Rock all rolled into one,
wouldn't come close to John Wayne and the things he has done.
Now I've seen all his movies, thanks to my Dad, his number one fan.
From Rio Bravo, Rooster Cogburn, Chisum and The Quiet Man.
That's just a few, to list all would take too much time
and drain all my ink and ruin my rhyme.
The Duke didn't lose many fights that he fought,
the man he portrayed was invincible we thought.
The battle called cancer he just couldn't juke,
but I'll always remember this pilgrim, known as the Duke.
10/12/18
Categories:
willis, hero,
Form:
Rhyme
Time drags on in this chair,
As I wait for the brilliant one.
Each time the door swings out,
I look for him to say he's done.
Minutes turn into hours,
and all I can do is stare at the clock.
Finally, after what seems like forever,
Here comes my son's Doc.
As if in slow motion, I stand.
Anxiously, I await him to say,
"The surgery went well, but
of course in the hospital, he'll have to stay."
"When can I see him?"
is what I quietly ask.
"Within the hour," he replies
"But be warned, it'll be no easy task."
As I walk in the recovery room,
He lay so still on his hospital bed.
If I didn't know better,
I'd have thought he might be dead.
His recovery takes, oh so long and
the first time my Angel opened his eyes,
I realized that prayers are answered,
And God had heard all my cries.
My gratitude for God and Dr Carson swelled,
when my son took an non ventilator aided breath.
We had won the fight for my son's life,
and we actually cheated DEATH.
We had to repeat this trying
scene for a total times of three.
It kept me bitter and stressed.
Why couldn't He leave my Angel be?
I see now, what's done is meant to happen.
And I have learned my lesson in GRATITUDE.
To not be trusting that HE knows best,
was not only wrong, it was just plain rude.
I'm understanding now,
more than you'll ever know.
And when I see my son alive and breathing,
my heart and soul radiates for God, a special glow.
*This is a true story, my son went through 3 heart surgeries before 5 months old and this
is dedicated to God, Dr. Carson, Dr. Dooley, and Dr. Willis Williams*
Categories:
willis, angst, caregiving, confusion, dedication,
Form:
Rhyme
Bruce Willis the actor
Always plays a character
Who makes the world less dangerous
In an average of two hours or less.
Categories:
willis, funny
Form:
Clerihew
It started out as a mild itch
Within the next few hours, my eyes began to twitch
So I go to a Doctor named Damon Willis
He examines me and asks me have I heard of country singer named Mel Tillis
I tell ye and ask why such an odd question he had to ask
Then he asks me do I drink Brandy and if so, is it from a flask
I tell him alcohol is not one of my disabilities
He says I am just trying to narrow down the possibilities
Then he asks did I recently eat Poppy Seed Bread with Strawberry Jam while
listening to Georse Michaels or his former group Wham
I was stunned and said yes, he replied you have contracted The Clams
He writes out a prescription for a cream
Then he tells me I must brush my teeth with the toothpaste Gleem
Then he says twice a year I must bathe in the waters of the Hoover Dam
I know now which of my honies gave me the clams
It was Phyllis who made this combination possible to set in this affliction
To eat the Poppy Seed Bread with Strawberry Jam has become and addiction
So I use some of my inheritance from my parents will
To pay this Doctor the medical bill
After I paid it he disappeared, it was all a scam
To find out there was no such thing as the clams
So now I am sitting and waiting for illegals to cross the border
So I can charge our Government to diagnose this disorder
I charge a huge bill as I feed these illegals some Dristan
Most of them have the crabs already, but I will be happy to give them the clams
Categories:
willis, funny, me, me,
Form:
ABC
We are being bombarded by space debris.
That’s why there are shooting stars that we see.
We can be thankful very few of them hit the earth today.
Most are small enough to burn in the atmosphere along the way.
We usually can’t see the ones that fall in daylight.
If a space rock hits the earth, it is called a meteorite.
Craters can form, but there are not many to see
That’s why the earth’s surface doesn’t look like the Moon or Mercury.
If they are too big, there will be no joys.
We will have to call Bruce Willis and his boys.
Can earth be left in the hands of some oil drillers?
The thought of that is enough to give me chillers!
Categories:
willis, adventure, fantasy, science fiction,
Form:
Rhyme
FACE PAINT
Will ART take me back to my maker again ?
My last breath goes..... as mahogony waits.
Scriptures I know have laid paths now and then
Gather not roses but thoughts of my face.
Shadows are cast as my sods they sink low.
I followed the cross with faith and despair.
Reckless at times with much sadness bestowed.
Drunken nights vexed, I was not always there.
Feasting myself on loose women and wine.
Cocktails with Satan, I'm sorry were supped.
Friends tried their damnest to keep me in line.
Values once held are now covered in muck
Was sweetness had, as a sinner and saint ?
When you see my face, which one will you PAINT ?
William Willis
Categories:
willis, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
Reform school is where he spent most of his childhood.
From there he went to prison for the bulk of his young adulthood.
Paranoid Schizophrenia is the medical diagnosis of Charles Willis Manson.
I'm sure he displayed many symptoms of this disorder while he was in prison.
When he was informed about his upcoming prison release,
he literally begged prison officials as he fell down to his knees,
"This is the only life that I know. Please don't make me go.
"I'll die out there, " he pleaded with tears in his eyes.
"Please listen to me. I'm telling you truthfully.
If you send me out there I'll never survive."
Which raises the question;
who is truly the guilty party of the Tate-La Bianca murders?
Had prison officials taken him seriously,
when he pleaded on his hands and knees NOT to be released,
the Tate-La Bianca tragedy most certainly would have never occurred.
Categories:
willis, people, me,
Form:
Rhyme