Jerry
Comedian rarely contrary.
Among his wacky friends, the voice of reason.
Still he got tossed in jail with them in their final season
Elaine
Confident and vain, she could be a pain.
Although Jerry's ex, she remained his friend,
along with George and kooky Kramer, till the very end.
Oct. 22, 2021
Written about Seinfeld show, one of my favorite sitcoms
for Joseph May's Clerihew 2 Poetry Contest
My favorite cousin of all time,
And the best friend I could ask for.
Cute as a button,
You never make our friendship a bore.
Everyone might be out to get you,
Least of all, I’ll be here.
And everyone doesn’t just choose,
I realize that our family is dear.
No one understands how much you mean,
Even though we keep it clean.
THE FAIR ELAINE
My mother had an uncle, Hayes,
Who loved the banker's child
Hayes was just a dray man
It made the banker wild
When Hayes proposed to fair Elaine
He asked for her sweet hand
Her father said that he’d agree
If Hayes could buy some land.
So off Hayes went
To make his stake
He traveled night and day
Until he found a growing town
He knew he had to stay
he drove his mule team
train to train
delivered tons of goods
and every day he wrote to her
he’d promised that he would
and once a week he mailed the pack
he sent his seven letters
she saved them all
so comforted that
times were getting better
and in two years
Hayes had the cash
To marry fair Elaine
He hitched his mules
To go for her
And traveled ‘cross the plain
And when he came up to her house
Black wreathes were on her door
He knocked and found his fair Elaine
Was on this earth no more
Hayes went home in sorrow
Took a shotgun from the shelf
He shot his pair of finest mules
And then he shot himself
You touched me once
Ans haunt me now forever
With the random chance
That in love we sever
O Flankers I still recall your dusty streets
Your distant eyes, and sound systems crazy beats
And somewhere inthe cosmos of life
You must call my name when the rife
Loneliness of memory sings over your days
We too have grown old, and sparse in praise
We come like sea and river
At last to meet and differ
Annoyed by chance forever
Love is ever a dream, in dream we sever
E ver was there an amazing poet
L avishing us with your poetry
A nd
I ntriguing our minds
N ever will there be nearly
E nough of your poetry for me to read
G oing to all poetic places
E ver searching for more
O ver and over again
R ight on you are
G iving so freely of yourself
E very word coming straight from your heart
Thank you Lainie you are the main reason I am here today.
When I came here in 2006 you gave me the courage to keep writing.
Anyone who has not read any of Elaine George's poetry should check it out.
Written by: Carol Brown
Written on: 01/18/2012
Written for: Missing Souper, We Miss You !
Requested by: Cyndi MacMillan
1st Place Winner
“ Life, a Precious Gift “
“ Harry, Live it, be Happy “
“ Know your dear Lenore ‘
These are the Words of : “Lady” Elaine George
To my POEM : Wake Up, Below is my Response
Elaine is “ FRIENDSHIP “
Elaine is “ INSPIRATION
“ POET LAUREATE “
Inspired by and Dedicated to “ Lady “ Elaine George
My wife loves to cook with wine
when friends come around to dine.
sometimes when she’s in the mood
puts some in the food.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Seinfeld’s Jerry, George and Cosmo Kramer
Looked on in revulsion as Elaine danced
Jerks and quirks embarrassingly enhanced
Her three best friends wanted to disclaim her
It all began at a festive party
No one dancing, Elaine tried to set pace
Resembling a tick that was sprayed with mace
Amused smirks grew to bellows so hearty
She thought herself to be a great dancer
With kicks and spasms she danced on and on
All she beckoned to the floor said, “Be gone!”
Social life failed, no one would romance her
Note: Seinfeld fans probably remember this, but you
can see Elaine dancing at:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xi4O1yi6b0
*Entry for Barbara Gorelick’s “Dance” contest
She mumbles along
Playing in dirt living her song….
Soft words sung so strong
It did not seem so then, but O I wish again
I could spend those days of joy with you
For there I learned that joy is just a rain
That must disappear sometime that a dew
May sparkle on a rose
And a cloud may have meaning in our woes
You left me when in the drought of love, so
Would learn not to hold too tightly when
I pick a rainbow from the ground. I was slow
To heed, and O the pains my body rend
But true love never goes
Unless it comes again, it is the way river flows.
I held you too tightly when we met, and so you
Left me to refresh your breath. You came
Again so I would forgive: love returns when it's true
But I thought you a spirit no man could tame
The way we think is why we lose
Love is the river, you the water that there flows.
I’m a young boy
A single mother’s son
I’m a young beach beaten by a tsunami
Sent by an undersea earthquake delivering ripples of death
Carrying my mother and hers out to sea
Ravaged sands asking the sunset to reveal the secrets of the sunrise
I’m a father to a wonderful child
A beautiful wife’s husband
I’m the love in each rain drop of a gentle rain
Nurturing arid hearts with the moisture of my words
Watering seeds of the future with hope
The catalyst for the magic of spring
I’m a teacher
A Painter
I’m the strike of a snake
My fang: a pen’s nib full of black venom
Poisoning compressed cellulose pulp;
The anti-venom: beautiful words
Administered through the ink gracing the surface
A student of verse
~ I am a poet ~
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I was tagged by raul to write a poem that ends with
"I am a poet"
now I'm tagging Elaine George
Best friends, young carefree girls are walking down a dark, isolated eerie path, alone on a
cool fall night. Owls screech, hearts skip a beat, time creeps and beast are howl, howl,
howling. Senses heightened...night sounds roaring through my mind. Is it real or my
imagination? Unknown foot steps slowly approaching over the dark hill, hearts beat, beat,
beating erratic rhythm in my ears.
Little legs frozen with fear, foot steps louder now, closer...approaching. Step, step, stepping
over the dark trail. No help in sight...Girls scatter and hide in the dense forest while an
apparition passes down the trail with a green, cloud, halo, hovering over head.
I feel a chill down my spine, a musky pungent odor rises in my nostrils as the ghoul passes.
Quietly I hide behind a tree, breath caught in my throat, unable to speak or yell. Suddenly an
icy hand touches my face and fear gives strength to my legs and away into the night... run,
run, running straight into the safety of the family bonfire. Friends safe, fear forgotten.
For Elaine George's contest tell me a story-narrative
The music played between the bambo walls
My heart was dancing outside the ken
Of adult passion and woman ways,
Your body calls me back again ... I followed you
And all that of among the pile of coveting eyes
Was the conquest attributed to my plight
Dancing while my footsteps followed you
The rhythm changed your body pressed
Against the hunger of my loins
The fluid rose ... your breast caressed
The hesitance before my flight
And all through the remaing years of life
Your messages came with autmn flame
Leaves fluttering in the gulf between us
And the music like an eternal chorus
Of sea waves breaking on the heart
Opportunity lost in the sundering of the heart.
Joy, they named for themselves, the future's blind
Oyster to drink your sand. In salt tides love rises
Yearning to part the twinning shell and there resign.
Empress of the emerald seas, my ship for rich prizes
Listed its name, cargoing only your pure laden weight
Anchorless against the blustering report of bad winds.
I desired you alone, and for you I you alone I freight
Nature's nagging Testament jettisoned among the fins
Eternal glimpse of glee. O how my ship prized your worth
Well in tons delicious of my dreams, your sweet waters
Ecstatic upon the plunging foray of my keel, port
Leaning through tempting triangles, the pirate pesters
Lack speed's pursuit, and through doldrums I evade
Incessant wrongs, until your wild waves wanton decree
Numbed wind and sail in me. Flirtingly you delayed
Giving my ship to port, and then soon abandoned me
Tideless in a salt bog of tears where I logged deceit
Once in a while I come down to the sea, the old receipt
Nested in my mastless fingers, to wail my loss in you.
As I read the words my heart started to sing
For you had gave emotion to a non living thing
I can't ever remember feeling quite that way
I could hear the music that she used to play
I could feel her heart through the tears I cried
As I read the part where her Maestro had died
I imagined her there in her Rosewood Bed
Reading the most beautiful poem I’ve read
Velvet to her back with her bow at her side
Remembering the joy before Maestro died
She loved how his bow manipulated her strings
Together they were the most beautiful of things
What’s the only poem to ever hang in my den?
Elaine’s beautiful masterpiece titled, "Violin"
Inspired by Tracy's wonderful idea for
a contest and Elaine's beautiful Poem.
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