In Edmonton’s chill, where the faithful stand,
Calvin cheers loud with a firebrand.
From Gretzky’s grace to Messier’s might,
He’s lived and breathed each game night.
He knows the legends—Kurri, Fuhr, Coffey—
Their names like verses in hockey’s poetry.
Now it's Connor, blazing past the pack,
And Draisaitl keeping defenders back.
With Bouchard’s blast and Skinner’s saves,
Calvin stands tall through losses and waves.
The past and present fuel his pride—
The Oilers' fire, alive inside.
A fan for life, through highs and lows,
He bleeds orange and blue—everyone knows.
Scott W.
Categories:
connor, celebration, hockey,
Form: Rhyme
Connor Constrictor
crept through the carpet.
Marianne Marmot
marched through the market
singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Tutu Toucan
turned to and fro
while Wally Walrus
watched in slow mo.
Singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Kami Chameleon
chewed a crumpet
and Tommy Tortoise
tuned up his trumpet
playing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
All the animals
clamored for more,
more of the funny
musical score
singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Categories:
connor, animal, children, fun, funny,
Form: Alliteration
Stay clear headed, Nations need nurture
Nations require structure, to often division
Has been used in Eire..Yet now we understand'
The greater play at hand, gather your strength
Gather wisdom in your plans, provide sustenance
And share whats at hand let the helpers be fired
With true desire, and all be part of any better
Change to hand!
Categories:
connor, appreciation, community, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
Now, why would Connor commit suicide:
Life's unfinished business wave aside?
Crude deaths had never stopped time and tide;
One would have to Grave gone, no pride...
Connor was only a bit curious,
After what he had heard from Julius,
To find out if it was injurious:
If men's claims weren't, after all, spurious?
Now, should that make comrades furious:
The whole saga take much serious?
Oh! where had he read all about it:
"Safe ways to Naked wires visit"?
Categories:
connor, cry, death, freedom, gothic,
Form: Rhyme
Young Connor he voyaged The Nile
By sailing a live crocodile
The beastie went SNAP!
And swallowed the chap!
Oh well, it was fun for a while.
Categories:
connor, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Turn round around
Get me astounding
Wait for me
Do not disagree
Let us glue
Traces of you
Superb memories abounding
Which keeps funding
With kindest emotion
My hearty devotion
Playing thy guitar
But we are
Not to share
What duties ensnare
And the honor
Of great Connor
Shining so bright
How cognizance ignite
Like the TRUTH
Mixed with Vermouth
Land massive STARS
Yielding flavored hectares
Humans march upon
Earth's free cons
Awarding less duties
To foreign beauties
Pleasing young hearts
Praised enchanting arts
Teasing loyal minds
Eyes open blind
Lurking safe trip
How loyalties gyp
In fearful journey
Trading scornful honey
Dark souls morn
After trust warns
To savage peace
In lovely teases
With pretense borrowed
I rarely kowtow
With watery words
Keeping young birds
From eagles gazes
Forsaken reasonable promises
Categories:
connor, care, change, class, confidence,
Form: Rhyme
What happens
When A.I. becomes
Smarter than it's creator?
Judgement Day;
It's all going to burn
And you'll be nothing
But bleached skills!
An example of Science Fiction Poetry after watching "Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles."
Image: Image: Fox
Categories:
connor, future,
Form: Free verse
On March Seventeen on St. Paddy's Day
Finbar and Connor drank close to the bay
they ate green saltines
and caught wild sardines
but without any jacks, they couldn't stay
they whized and staggered up dingle harbour
sat at the marina, and ate hot spicy chowder
they whistled and sang
while their stomachs? oh dang !
out to the jack, they pushed it out farther
Finbar and Connor off to Dingle, County Kerry
to join the big parade of pompous dignitaries
light and airy feeling Holy
tooting out just like a Dooley
the day just fell away like wind in the prairies.
Feb. 26, 2021
Categories:
connor, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Headlines of irony in life…
Human satire—cuts like a knife.
The unsinkable ship, that sinks.
Surrounded by peeps, yet alone.
Priests who ‘prey’—yet sins they atone.
Pastor fights alcohol, but drinks.
Tax czar who cheats on his taxes.
Animal fans—hunt to relax.
Abortion kills—with nods and winks.
Lifeguard fearing water—lauds land.
‘Football’—a game played with the hands.
Oedipus—breaks riddle and Sphinx.
Headlines of irony in life...
“Women”—they may now take a wife.
The steakhouse owned by a vegan.
Pedophile daycare directors.
Homeless real estate inspectors.
WAR—‘politics’ by other means.
Fighting drugs, while promoting booze.
Mutual consent—the new ruse.
Prolonged charity squelches teens.
Green tinted speckles on bluefish.
Hitler’s Grandfather was Jewish!
Men—affectionately called ‘queens.’
In life, every nook and cranny,
Holds the next ‘headline irony.’
Good, bad, or sad—it’s Uncanny!
June 2, 2018
Written for Connor Lotts' poetry contest entitled, "Hutinashro - My First Contest Poetry Contest"
Categories:
connor, analogy, humor, hyperbole, irony,
Form: Rhyme
Late in the day or afternoon
From windows in our living room
We watch deer begin to gather
Leaping over fences in fields
Searching eagerly for their meals
To our front porch they meander
Mothers protective of their fawn
Will hide them in brush all day long
Clear skies or inclement weather
They watch us and nearer venture
On alert for signs of danger
Beginning March to September
Late in the day or afternoon
Unless noise scares them off soon
Some two to twelve whitetailed deer
Nibble tender sprouts of green grass
Or fresh-cut hay and sassafrass
It's common for them to appear
In gardens or fields of soybeans
Or frozen in our headlight beams
Which can cause us panic and fear
If it is in the dead of night
Or maybe right before daylight
Forcing vehicles to steer clear
Running deer are graceful and swift
Depends on how contact is made
Both a delight and a real risk
May 14, 2018
Hutinashro Contest by Connor Lotts - Iambic Tetrameter
2 stanzas 12 lines each 8 syllable lines AABCCBDDBEEB
3rd stanza ABA
Categories:
connor, animal, baby, farm, food,
Form: Rhyme
You dear are my fascination
Exceeding my expectation
Thrilling me making my heart race
There’s something in the way you move
I love how you sway to my groove
With every step you match my pace
Waltz, rumba, salsa or tango
More delicious than a mango
Sexy wearing leather or lace
My fingers explore every line
More intoxicating than wine
The allure began with the chase
Yes it’s true you played hard to get
Not looking at me when we met
I was enamoured by your style
Your easy understated way
Tapping as the music would play
and a subtle hint of a smile
Eventually you took my hand
Moving to the sound of the band
Breathtaking moments last a while
In my arms you are meant to be
Being with you makes me feel free
floating above the earth a mile
your movement is a form of art
Everything is more colourful
since you tangoed into my heart
Written May 12th 2018. For Connor Lott’s Hutinashrow poetry contest. Challenging but fun. I hope I got it right.
Categories:
connor, dance, romance,
Form: Rhyme
I became a poet
Not for the glory,
But to help others like me,
Ones with sad stories.
I write because I feel
A compulsion to help,
To help other people,
And to help myself.
I write to empty my brain
Of all the things that hurt me.
That make me feel terrible.
That make me feel empty.
When I pick up my pen,
All I can think to write is sadness.
But, instead, I write motivation
For others falling into madness.
So I keep writing,
Hoping I will inspire someone.
But there is still the fun in writing,
Even if I inspire no one.
But, my poems are never good enough,
There’s always more I can do.
That’s why I will never stop writing.
Because I always improve.
Thank you to all who have helped me
To get to the place I am at.
In truth, you all are my inspiration.
I have no doubts about that.
Thank you...
Silent One
Sunshine Smile
Kyle Kriticos
Faraz Ajmal
Emile Pinet
Eve Roper
Katie Lindsey
Maureen McGreavy
And you!
Sorry if this is a little scattered in thoughts, it's a problem, but it's how I write.
But, I hope you like it. -Sincerely, Connor Lotts
Categories:
connor, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Looking at my most treasured possession,
an old, faded photograph of you
Peering into your Sarah Connor eyes,
I’d often try to surmise
what mysterious visions did you see
Was it a future without me?
Had I become a living distant memory?
Or did you see something darker;
fate perhaps, as a terrifying thunder cloud
zapping you away in the night swiftly
This worn picture is all that now connects
me to you
Destiny took you to the bleak future
that I was born into
Terminating any possibility
of a heroic rescue by me
Left here empty-hearted,
with a fading, plastic
youthful view of you
I’m asking your Sarah Connor eyes
what next to do
My pleading eyes
don’t have a time travel clue
Categories:
connor, allusion, lost love, sad
Form: Dramatic Monologue
I shall keep your heart's secret-
you know, the one that you vowed to honor?
I p r o m i s e I shall keep it,
and as I grow old, I’ll still LOVE you Connor.
For we are beauty and passion combined,
an artisan masterpiece, love e n t w i n e d-
a connection of the soul and mind,
a passion like ours... so hard to find.
I knew not of a love like this before-
you know, the kind that holds a last breath?
I PROMISE to love you more,
even as I lay on a bed of d e a t h.
For we are a tide surfacing the sand,
walking along the shore, hand in hand-
only God can truly u n d e r s t a n d,
for He already had this fate planned.
I always knew you’d stay,
you know, FOREVER and ever...
in a field of daisies, I shall lay,
this b o n d of love shall never sever.
For we are d e w drops on a rose,
full of contentment and repose-
as our FAITH in each other grows,
I’ll show you a love nobody knows.
October 18, 2017
Categories:
connor, love,
Form: Rhyme
Ding dong
Mom, there's a big kid
in a Terminator costume at the door
He asked does Sarah Connor live here
I played along with the joke, and said: Yeah, sure
I told him I like his costume,
and I really liked his gun
He said, "Hasta la vista, baby
But I'll be back, John"
You must have really scared him, mom
Coming out of the kitchen with a butcher knife,
looking like the Bride of Frankenstein
You really ought to stop it, mom
Because the kids on Halloween,
won't come trick-or-treating here next time
Categories:
connor, horror, humor, humorous, satire,
Form: Light Verse
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