the pig went meow
then a woof from a cow
the chicken went moo
an oink from a sheep too
the dog went neigh
the cat’s baa was okay
a cluck from the bull
and wow the barn was full
a cacophony of calls
were heard that night
from the animal’s impressions
at the farm open mic
Modern nonsense poems by Clive Culverhouse
a fobble saw he had a horn
he asked could I be a unicorn?
but then he saw a long trunk nose
an elephant? perhaps, I suppose
but then he saw his neck was long
a giraffe? although I could be wrong
but then he saw he was orange and green
I’m the strangest colour I’ve ever seen
but then he saw a bushy tail
a fox? a squirrel? and then exhale
as the fobble sighed and sighed again
what could I be, what is my name?
then someone said
you’re a fobble for sure
I’m a fobble?
couldn’t you have told me this before!
Modern nonsense poetry by Clive Culverhouse
Pricklescoff sits at a Moses Toe
where two rivers meet
where two rivers flow
with one from his left
and one from his right
as he, a troll, sits at the point
where two rivers meet
on into the night
and see all the fish
stickleback, minnow
swim as he sits
at the Moses Toe
Based on the novella Where Two Rivers Meet, A Dark Romance Fantasy by Clive Culverhouse
It seems there’s a certain melodious beat
discovered reusing these metrical feet.
You can’t help but tap it
first slow, and then rapid:
an odd syncopation that brings ears a treat.
H/T to Ostrich Learning to Swim by Clive Culverhouse
Baby
A soul who is appreciative, creative, empathetic, spiritual
Mother of Tommy, Jr., Phyllis Brooks, and Doris Culverhouse
I love to read, write poetry, and observe nature
I try to keep my heart open to joy, gratitude, and hope
At times I fear death of my spouse, loneliness, and dementia
I would love to experience healing of the earth, end of war, and see Jesus
I am a resident of Thomaston, USA
Morgan
At times my children show their love
It seems to arrive on time and fit like a glove
My husband can be my supportive friend
Whom I believe will love me until the end
I don't care for snakes
They hiss and bluff me
I'm not really sure
Is he friend or foe
Cats, I really take
Though cats don't give she
any return purr
any loves warm glow
Steps away not fake,
soft as cotton he
claws like prickled burrs
begins tapping slow
Around pretty lake
Strolling light as bee
Among fair flowers
Light dainty halo
Set atop him, make
head held high as thee
proud hero allures
and females follow
Prancing gay fine rake
along path, high knee
dance he follows pure
His own tune mellow
I don't care for snakes
They hiss and bluff me
I'm not really sure
Is he friend or foe
By Doris Culverhouse
6/12/2021
April my arch nemesis
In fact, I get quite ill
I sneeze, my eyes turn red
Three times a day take pills
Don't get me wrong, my friend
Spring green trees are a thrill
I do love those flowers dear
For they are the real deal
I got the idea from Doris Culverhouse(our daughter) from the email she sent me with her parody to Ralph Waldo Emerson's poem April.
Anne
Your words pierce me like the dagger of my demise
The cold neglect burns hot against my flesh
Scarring the heart of lonely discarded dreams.
Your words clank across sharp teeth, icy and dismissive of my worth
Priceless are the treasures of life; would you call me your treasure?
Your unspoken words stand like a wall tower to the heavens
Unpenetreble by tender longings of a girls heart
To be safe, loved and cherished has passed me by
I shall fade away a little each day
I shall see who notices, let me hide; will you seek me?
Do I remember you? do I remember love?
09/10/2015 by Doris Ann Kendrick Culverhouse
The Birthdays
You came into the world in the afternoon
A tiny bundle with red tuff of fine hair
Ready to leave your safe and warm cocoon
Not fussy, life entered with little flare
We prayed for you and God provided great Joy
A slim long bundle of happiness, God's blessing
We were full of love and gratefulness, my boy
Wonderful companion so much love overflowing
From you came this little boy who added much
Adorned with such wonderful physical traits
Downy skin, strong finger grips, powerful touch
Born with minutes to spare ALMOST late for the date.
Two generations remembered by the third
Clear as a crystal nothing at all blurred
Collaborative poem written by Sara Kendrick
And Doris Culverhouse
First Stanza: Sara
Second Stanza: Doris
Third Stanza first two lines: Sara
Third Stanza last two lines: Doris
Summary couplet: Sara
[img src="http://www.wallpaperpassion.com/upload/18797/water-mill-wallpaper.jpg"]
the old grist mill stands
nestled in the rocky bank..
red fall leaves surreal............................by Sara Kendrick
vibrant blue sky glows stronger
shadowing my dim life's light.......................By Doris Culverhouse
red stained swift water
rushes onward to the sea..
slow decaying mill.............................by Sara Kendrick
Vibrant life vacant
Emotions rush, rapids flow
heart and zest soggy....................................by Doris Culverhouse
The once spinning wheel silent
Red Birds watch an era leave........................By Sara Kendrick
rocks wear smoothly slick
as time ticks a new way starts
Cycling ways and days......................by Doris Culverhouse
the old grist mill stands
nestled in the rocky bank
red fall leaves surreal
Vibrant blue sky glows stronger
Shadowing my dim life's light
red stained swift water
rushes onward to the sea...
slow decaying mill
vibrant life vacant
emotions rush, rapids flow
heart and zest soggy
The once spinning wheel silent
Red Birds watch an era leave
rocks wear smoothly slick
as time ticks a new way starts
cycling ways and days
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest: New Contest Team Work
Sara Kendrick 1, 3, 5
Doris Culverhouse 2, 4, 6
Written September 19, 20, 21
Written from a picture of an Old Grist Mill
Themes Red, Water, Grist Mill, Fall
Not a poem just a note..
Our daughter"s(Doris Culverhouse that is on this site )
mother-in-law died about 3 A.M. today Thursday
January 3...
It has been a busy day..
My last name is Culverhouse. My first name is Caleb.
Words that describe me are kind, smart, shy, and curious.
My dad is Wayne C.
My mom is Doris C.
I think the government should get their money cut until they fix things.
I think if my dad could get free time he could be a pro artist!
The only things I fear are stinging bugs, certain spiders, and death.
An animal I like are my three pet geese, ideas are the PS3, and things that are EXPLODING!!!!!
I would love to see Tybee island again.
I would love to see Stone Mountain Park.
I want to go to Myrtle Beach N.C.
I live on Waymanville road
Thomaston G.A.
Written by my son, Caleb C., for school
He is 13 and in the eigth grade.
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Blowing to you a loving kiss
Up the country hillside
Contains a mother's love and care
That will always abide
Sponsor: Michael J. Falotico
Contest: Blowing A Kiss To You
Dedicated to : Doris Culverhouse
Green blades gently sway
soft colors give tender eye joy
artist holds palette
Written by : Doris Culverhouse...daughter
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