Best Yodel Poems
A Tribute to Slim Whitman
He led his horse towards a pool,
Near a lovely large cotton tree.
Far away, he heard the hooves
Of a thousand bison as they crossed
The dusty prairie in search of food.
Near at hand stood a large tepee
From where his lovely Indian emerged.
Dark hair, dark eyes. a beauty beyond compare.
She smiled but stood erect at the doorway.
Instantly, he lifted his guitar.
And in a yodel tune, he sang his love.
How oft he repeated his refrain,
"You belong to me,
I belong to you."
Finally, he put down his guitar.
Slowly, he approached her,
Tilted her lovely face up,
Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss.
Categories:
yodel, love,
Form:
Free verse
Adora sixty, happy brave alive
Taste gypsy glory
Enjoy ...
Queen sound fault sweet
Chaos, silly mango rhyme
Yodel ...
Merry aging bloom
Found pearl petal bliss
Viola ...
Swing venus dance salsa
Smile ... angry lemon image
Humor ...
Photo, great woman - jolly funny
Still proud never trick crime
Charm ...
23/02. 2018
* Only five letter words
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Contest, sponsored by: Edward McCall
Honorable Mention
Categories:
yodel, humorous, nonsense,
Form:
Light Verse
“Being crazy isn't enough.” ? Dr. Seuss
Jabberwocky's growl
Jabberwocky howl
howl at little girls
howl at the moon
moon with your pants down
moon over Manhattan
Manhattan nights
Manhattan Knights
Knights in White Satin
Knights with Bat ears
ears of a donkey
ears of a rabbit
rabbit across the street
Rabbit Run
run for your life
run the stocking
stocking up
stocking legs
legs on a flamingo
legs under the table
table talk
table manners
"manners" said Alice?
"manners" said the Queen
Queen of Hearts
Queen of the May
May I
may you
you may
you can
can can
can do
do what?
do who?
who said that?
who yoo-hooed
yoo-hoed a yodel
yoo-hooed on cue
cue up the table
cue ones and two's
two's are for pairs
two's for tea
tea totalers
tea bags
bags for a season
bags for a reason
reason or not
reason be damned
damned
not
Debbie Guzzi
8/8/15
Categories:
yodel, analogy, crazy, word play,
Form:
Blitz
Methinks pilots are such superior mortals
For their ability to make metals fly like fowls,
And soldiers have such an impressive mettle
That makes you salute their daring prowls.
Surgeons are such a precise and thoroughly seasoned breed
That will dumbfound with details of capillaries and veins,
And commanders-in-chief such colossal powers wantonly wield
Till they addict themselves to honor and extend their reigns.
A charismatic preacher will yodel tunes and heal the lame
And win a hefty standing among their peers in a moment;
The teacher is the final light and bearer of the last opinion
And their learned views sail without a single opponent.
But the poet is the chariot of thought that inspires them all.
He’s the silent roar of the Boeing with the pilot in,
He’s the muffled ricocheting of the soldier’s Kalashnikov;
The unspoken overtones of the preacher’s condemnation of sin,
The subtlest incision of the surgeon’s authorized blade
And the president’s solemn inspection of the honor parade.
Categories:
yodel, art,
Form:
Verse
Edelweiss
Edelweiss, a mountain child,
High up in the alpine wild;
Learned to yodel in his youth
Serenades climbers -hikers, too!
Categories:
yodel, flower, mountains, song,
Form:
Rhyme
B names Birthdays you can't deny,
I spells Insipid to tell how they fly.
R sings Rest on your laurels today,
T says Taste your cake with no delay.
H gives History of birthdays till now,
D Dares to grab all that birthdays allow.
A taunts, "You are Aging too soon,"
Y stands to Yodel a birthday tune.
Birthdays come and birthdays go,
but you seem to stay the same
This time, however, you've reached
one to make you cringe in shame.
50 sounds so much older than 49
Now you'll be hearing all the time;
("May I see your discount card?")
being carded as when you hit 21
only you won't be having any fun.
You'll turn your back, and feign
you didn't hear that hated refrain
But hey, in today's sad economy
we will accept any paltry gain.
"Do you want the Senior menu?"
"With your Senior discount, that comes to . . . "
I've already had 25 years of that, so welcome to the club! You have officially crossed over into the fastest growing segment of the U. S. population, and have attained status as a certified member of The Seniors Club of America!
Categories:
yodel, age, birthday, celebration,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Common Loon we love the most
Can be seen from coast to coast
Across this land gliding on lakes
All across Canada the route it takes
Nesting on islands surrounded by sea
This bird Canadian easy to see
Floats so easily dives for fish
Just as common our Friday dish
A hoot and yodel is its holler
Permanent mark Canadian dollar
Sleek pointed beak head black as kettle
Hardly seen amongst the nettle
Around its neck color green black
Extending wings or tucked in back
Whichever way Canadian beauty
Protecting this bird it is our duty
Reason why this national treasure
No other bird can even measure
Common Loon across this land
Without doubt a Canadian brand
Think Canadian anytime soon
Can't be done without the Loon
Maple leaf loved in a song
Common Loon Canadian strong
Categories:
yodel, adventure, bird, culture, patriotic,
Form:
Rhyme
When cowboys sprawl 'round the camp fire after the days work is done,
They strum guitars and tootle harmonicas and sing to have fun.
Real cowboys don't sing Honky-Tonk or She Done Me Wrong stuff.
They leave that to rhinestone cowboys, considerin' it to be so much fluff!
Real wranglers sing about ropin' dogies and fixin' barbed wire fences,
Roundups, brandin' time and the magnificence of God's grand expanses.
They sing of home on the range, rodeos and dinin' on bacon and beans,
Cattle stampedes on stormy nights, the old corral and dance hall queens.
They harmonize about ghost riders in the sky who've met their fates,
Tumblin' tumbleweeds, cool water, tin cups and eatin' from tin plates.
They sing about bein' back in the saddle again and the streets of Laredo,
And belt out songs about horses named Old Paint, Ol' Dan and Tornado.
They yodel the cattle call and sing about when the bloom's on the sages,
And croon about their yellow rose of Texas and their pitiful wages.
Real buckaroos sing about Christmas in the bunk house and rye whiskey,
Cattle drives on the Lone Star and Abilene trails and a life so very risky.
They sing of the grumpy foreman and when the works all done this fall,
And tweedle about ragtime cowboy Joe and many a barroom brawl.
Real cowboys sing about ridin' the range, the chaparral and dusty trail,
And leave Hank Snow to warble about lost love, honky-tonks and landin' in jail!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
yodel, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Hank was a hard workin' cowpoke who really earned his meager pay.
He rode his ass Old Red from early dawn 'til at night he hit the hay,
Fixin' fences, ropin' steers and brandin' dogies in the old corral,
But he had an odd addiction that gnawed on his pard's morale!
He was a happy yodler which is alright fer a wrangler I suppose,
But his irritatin' warblin' caused him to nearly come to blows!
At night in the bunkhouse he would even yodel in his sleep,
Addin' to the din of his pals who were known fer snorin' deep!
His yodelin' caused cattle to stampede and hosses to buck and neigh.
Caused chickens to cease layin' aigs and cantankerous mules to bray!
Porkers squealed in their sty and the hounds barked and howled,
His comrades raged and cussed and the cats all hissed and yowled!
Even rattlesnakes were flustered and slithered to hide in dens,
And bands of coyotes skulked to seek cover in the nearby fens.
Frenzied birds vacated their cozy nests and fled to distant climes,
And Cookie got upset since the guys couldn't hear his supper chimes!
The grizzled old ranch boss called Hank aside fer a serious session,
Sayin', "Son, you're creatin' havoc 'round hyar with yer damn obsession!
Take yer ass and yodler to swoon the gals at the Dry Gulch Saloon,
'Cause if'n you keep it up 'round hyar, you'll hit the road and soon!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
yodel, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
abstracted bass, cacophonic drums echoing.
fretting guitars, humming in jubilation.
knackish lyrics, melancholy narrated opus.
phrased quartets, rare sonorous texture.
upbeat virtuoso, windy xaphoons yodel Zep.
Categories:
yodel, music,
Form:
ABC
strolling all alone at the ocean shore
embracing the cold breeze of a new sunrise
I feel the freshness of the soft and gentle wind
touching tenderly my whole being as you again fill my mind
I hear the yodel of the small waves
every melody conveys message
leaving behind the memories I’ll forever cherish
once in a while, waves walk towards me
I can feel the tenderness of their kisses
they wrap around with soft sand on my feet
great relief and happiness I feel
the scent of the peaceful ocean wafted on air
I smell its therapeutic power for all my pains
as I start to see a new sunshine
I’m sure tomorrow I’ll be fine
only scars are left behind
to remind me to keep stronger
as I’ll move on in my life
Nov. 25, 2012
First Place
Contest: Any Poem Goes
Judged:3/6/13
Poet Sponsor: My Greatest Poet PD
Fourth Place
Contest: Synesthesia
Judged: 5/26/13
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Categories:
yodel, hope, introspection, nature, ocean,
Form:
Free verse
< Goodnight moon
Only God knows if I'll see you soon
As I stand under this canopy of stars
It looks as if you're riddled with scars
From your illuminating harvest glows
To those frosted faces from a winters toll
You even play your peek a boo
With clouds that shuffle by you
Don't you know I love you so
So please stay and don't you let go
You're my guiding light
My shining armor through-out the night
The crickets are even playing our love song
So let's dance all night long
For I know the sun will be rising soon
And we'll start hearing yodel calls from a loons tune
Well goodnight moon
You've slipped away all to soon
It's been fun
Dam ! now here comes the sun
Entry For
Deb Guzzi's
Harvest Moon Contest
G.L. All
Categories:
yodel, adventure, education, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Couplet
I'm a city girl,
looking for a cow boy.
He'd teach me how to twirl
to the folk dance near the bay.
I'll listen to him yodel
and watch him feed cute horses hay.
There won't be a note he can't handle
cause he sings and plays the guitar everyday.
He'd take me around the world
with his big old truck while he screams, "Make way!"
I'll want my life to be simple:
raise children, make sure the crops are okay, etc.
On the porch swing, we'll cuddle.
Moon lights and shooting stars flash away.
...here's a bucket for you to hurl,
but I'll marry a country boy one day!
Categories:
yodel, fun, future, giggle, soulmate,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
Tarzan could yodel with a beat
A whale can sing melodies sweet
But Donald is mean
His mouthpiece the machine
That disseminates hate with a tweet
Categories:
yodel, abuse, betrayal, bullying, crazy,
Form:
Limerick
Cryptic contours charade,
Rousing riverfront raid;
Young yonder years yielding,
Prosperous peace prancing;
Taunting tale telling trite,
Icon imprints invite,
Clever casting charm cites...
Minds merge mingling motives,
Embalm emergent edge;
Rising riches restive,
Lofty lion-maned ledge;
Instruct inbound inklings,
Outline obvious oozing,
Niche nice new nurturing...
Fancy fish-tail flings flair,
Age aligns apt affairs;
Sense survival seeking,
Hope's hasty hurts hurling;
Intent invents impasse,
Observe optimum ooze;
Now nimble nascent noose,
Salty sea spray surpass...
Sculpt seaward sea-bubble:
Taut tensile tendency,
Obscure odd odyssey,
Raise roomy revelry;
Years yield yarns you yodel...
See sensuous story stay,
Charm cleverly cheers clay;
Raise rousing ripe refrains,
Indulge instincts ingrained;
Prime plot puzzling playground,
Trailblazer touching town...
Move myopic mindset,
Yesterday yielding yet;
Tease trouble's trying threats,
Hoist happy hustling hat...
Leon Enriquez
01 November 2014
Singapore
Categories:
yodel, change,
Form:
Alliteration