The plops of fat drops on wet leaves
Light rippling applause of the rain
The strengthening breeze in the trees
Like the rush of an oncoming train
Farley Mount, 10th December 2022
Categories:
farley, december, rain, wind,
Form: Rhyme
Chris Farley
One of SNL’s funniest comediennes
Delighted my husband and me
We loved his line
“I live in a van down by the river”
I used it once at a family reunion
When a relative asked where I live
My mother immediately began explaining that I had a house
I said “sure, but I am putting two hours a day on my car.
I live in my car, Mom.”
“That’s not a van down by the river.”
No, but it might as well have been.
Chris Farley delighted me.
I loved his expressions.
He could make me laugh with a raised eyebrow.
Dead at the young age of 33
Killed by a speedball
Combination of morphine and cocaine
Incredibly sad
I still use his line to this day
And think of him sometimes
He was a delight.
Categories:
farley, celebrity,
Form: Free verse
A Capulet named Juliette
Exclaimed to her ardent beau,
"You're not to blame Montagu's your name.
By its nature a rose's aroma is sweet,
Though in nomenclature it be not so neat,
But wherefore art thou Romeo?
Why can't you be John, or Frank, or Ben,
Gregory, Justin, Bill, or Farley?
I'd even go for Joe, or Charlie,
Or Abelard, or even Sven."
"Hey, I didn't choose it, so please don't abuse it,"
The young swain gently pleaded.
"We must conclude our families' feud
If our love's to proceed unimpeded."
But those star-crossed lovers
Were destiny's fools,
They drank poison and ended up dead.
In that feud Shakespeare roped them,
When he could have eloped them,
And written those kids a happy ending instead.
Categories:
farley, humor,
Form: Rhyme
I put two garbage bags of junk into my husband’s car trunk.
I am ready to start filling up the lonely green dumpster.
Most of the year he sits forlornly with two or three measly bags.
I am off school for eight weeks; so I am giving him some food.
He is green and hideously ugly, but a terrific landmark.
Because we live in an earth home, people do not see our house.
They fly past our driveway, not noticing it either.
Sometimes their GPS laughs as they drive back and forth.
“When you see a green dumpster, turn in,” I tell them.
“If you pass a green dumpster, turn around.”
“What kind of place do you live?” They ask me.
“We live in a van, down by the river.”
I delight in saying this.
It reminds me of Chris Farley each time.
Categories:
farley, life,
Form: Prose
Seven applied for the position of traveling mayor.
Glorious sunrise shined upon the eager new applicants.
Welcome splurge of information came forth rather quickly.
We appoint watchers to take notes on contenders.
Spit dribble out of a mouth twice –ugh!
The concept of napkin never entered his mind?
A divorce does not affect your chances anymore.
The highway of life is freer these days.
To clarify, this event is the starting place.
No protest of unfairness will be tolerated here.
We recruit people as far away as Nebraska.
Old Officer Farley is our most intense interviewer.
The charity of strangers brings food for breakfast.
Try chicken and waffles it is scrumptiously delicious.
The address on our resume’ should be current.
A reform of the application is not tolerated.
This edition is the tradition we always use.
How shallow or deep, words are your choice.
The crystal decanter is full of lemonade now.
Just another mayor race in our fair city.
Categories:
farley, political,
Form: Prose Poetry
In the fall of "59 we played our best...
That was the year we were better than the rest.
Brooks and Richard always led the way...
And John and Butch were there to play.
Campbell and Bailey were on the ends that year...
And with a line like ours Billy never had a fear.
Farley and Bill, great tackles were they...
And Wayne was a great guard-that's what all our
opponents had to say.
Doug and Steve, boy could they run...
In the fall of "59 didn't we have fun?
We had great coaches that year, no one can deny...
Coach Jim, coach John and coach Gainer- they made
us reach for the sky.
We had a team that was really fine...
That was our team in the fall of "59.
WE won all our games and finished number one in the state..
And for all of us who played the fall of "59 will always be a special date.
TK<
Categories:
farley, football, high school,
Form: Ballad
Why fight over different cultures
Don’t become like sniffling vultures
We live together with mixed races
One world in beautiful places
Black, brown, red, yellow or white
But all we do is argue and fight
Why can’t we live in harmony?
For that’s Gods plan, can’t you see
Many geniuses who lived and died
From various cultures and many tribes
Each discerning and want the best
Many learning, so full of zest
Musical genius like Bob Marley
Comedy hero Christopher Farley
China’s greatest, unique Brue Lee
Rock and roll star Elvis Presley
King of pop Michael Jackson
Magnificent voice of Toni Braxton
Italy’s finest, the ace Madonna
To watch them perform is such an honour
Many more from around the globe
Different skills, from different pros
The list just gets longer and longer
Freely they give their precious Wonga
So if you have talent, and want to be free
Don’t bother about your nationality
Inside were the same and I think your agree
There’s just one more genius waiting to be!
C Copyright 7th August 2013 K.C.Leake
Categories:
farley, angel,
Form: Light Verse
"Jersey Shore," just like "The Real World," is the best reality show all TV viewers have
ever seen. The show takes place in a New Jersey town called Seashore Heights. When
watching "Jersey Shore" on MTV, it's like traveling around the Tri-State area. It''s
amazing that the people of the East Coast are as awesome as the ones from the West Coast.
The females of "Jersey Shore" are very attractive and beautiful, especially the ones of
Nicole "Snooki" Polizzi, Angelina Pivarnick, and Jenni "J-Woww" Farley. But what I don't
like about that show is when one of the cast members gets fired from a T-shirt shop for
breakingthe rules set by their boss, being evicted from the house by the ocean, or one
person's arrogance. Its theme song for "Jersey Shore" is "Get Crazy" by LMFAO. If "Jersey
Shore" were to stay on the MTV network for 10 more seasons, that would be great.
Categories:
farley, on writing and words
Form: Epic
Remember when fat boy Chris Farley
Competed against Patrick Swayze
On Saturday Night Live
Judges couldn’t decide
Picking one dancer made them crazy
In the end it’s Swayze who prevailed
Farley’s dancing career was curtailed
When he danced, his belly
Shook like tubs of jelly
As an erotic dancer he failed
After a great deal of strong debate
The judges gave it to Farley straight
“You’re not as good looking,
It’s Patrick we’re booking,
He dances best and you’re no lightweight.”
There was an old episode of Saturday Night Live where Chris Farley and Patrick
Swayze competed to see if they could make an all-male dance team. It was
hilarious watching Farley trying to dance.
Entry for Miranda Lambert’s “burlesque” contest
Categories:
farley, funnynight, night,
Form: Limerick
Chris Farley's idol was John Belushi
and Chris Farley assimilated John Belushi to a tee.
His very fast lifestyle, his overindulgence of drugs and alcohol
but he also assimilated John Belushi's comedy best of all.
Both have made me laugh so hard that I couldn't catch my breath.
Such a shame that Chris Farley also assimilated John Belushi's death.
I recall in my youth when Lenny Bruce was my idol.
I hope I don't assimilate his death and be found dead on my bathroom tile.
Categories:
farley, death
Form: Rhyme
Inspiration clamors: demanding attention, in need of expression,
possessing my thoughts on this cold winter's dawn.
"Overcast morning!" Wind chimes ring out, a whimsical message,
orchestrates music, played to the rhythm of an odd melody.
Snowflake whirl; dancing about, vivacious children, blanket
with romance, noting the beauty of their frozen domain.
Eternal winds...forever to wander, in search of a dwelling, echoes
from nowhere: "Obscure is the meaning of this mystical song."
Year of the winds, that blow through my mind.
You leave me to ponder, upon melodic rhymes.
Blowing with fury, as you speak from the trees.
Then growing silent, just a wisp on the breeze.
Year of the winds, in the mornings I find.
Your blissful whispers, like a mystical chime.
Kissing me gently, with the waking of dawn.
Touching my spirit, with your beautiful song...
Daniel Ray Farley
Once Upon A Rhyme/Year Of The Winds;
Chapter IV Season of Solitude
ISBN: 978-1-4327-1045-3 Paperback 108 pgs.
ISBN: 978-1-4327-2920-2 Hardcover 116 pgs
By request of the author: "Once Upon A Rhyme/Year Of The Winds"
is no longer being published as of 02/2010.
Categories:
farley, imagination, inspirationalme,
Form: I do not know?
God called December 18th,
When Chris Farley was 33.
He led him to the heavens,
And set his soul free.
Chris will always be remembered,
As he accepted God's request.
When God needed His comic,
He laid Chris' soul to rest.
When God called that day,
He took a great American comedian.
And granted a divine promotion,
In being one of heaven’s comedians.
Categories:
farley, dedication, lossgod, god,
Form: Quatrain
(Dedicated to Chris Farley who died December 18, 1997.)
We loved a comedian who was very funny and loved to shout.
Chris Farley was the man who I'm talking about.
He used drugs but he shouldn't be judged for his mistakes.
His death in 1997 was very hard for his fans to take.
Sadly when it came to drugs, he couldn't avoid them.
They consumed his life and eventually destroyed him.
His demise made all of us feel pretty rotten.
He may be dead but he'll never be forgotten.
Categories:
farley, death, on writing and
Form: I do not know?
Burly Farley Foley bought a field at Brawley,
On Southern California's sunny soil.
There, farmer Farley Foley grew a crop of barley,
And bought a boiler just to make the barley boil.
Categories:
farley, children, funny, people, places,
Form: I do not know?