I've hee'rd some say you just; must not go, visit
That brazen faced man..Who's a maverick Joe..We thought he wasn't.??? But the way some things panned.? Just leave old Joe well out of your plans.' He resides in the deepest depths we know.' Where the cold is like knives.? Or at least a stubbed toe.! He's an old bush-wacker..Ask anyone here.. He ain't real tolerant either dear.' With him up is up.' And down is down, and left.? Well it sure ain't right.! What other faults are to be found. Un-right??? I think a toilet roll is needed.? The waxy type..Much inking must not be impeeded
And it'll remind me he's not a luxurious type, stubborn and pig-iron headed, this is
Streching like tripe, or India rubber, oh yes
There there..I feel most vindicated as i wail and Blubber....)
I arrove from Dover, driving in a rover I
Eschewed the alfa-romeo, having an
Aversion to clover.'
Create your lines,
Both soft and strong
Make them intuitive
(yet not too long!)
The spectators require
The reader needs!
Tactile verses …
Responsive languor..Yet with speed.
If you aim to please
The human judge. You will only miss.'
To be later lampooned
O’er the slightest smudge..
Instead to prevail
Load your ballista with fudge.
To smother those and their p’etards
Also their various other senses
(until they can’t bloody budge).
©Joe Maverick 21 June 2025
In this poem..I write.'
of form i cant loose sight'
Its allowed to be slick.'
Even fun' pure delight?
I must use' every ruse; and tact-trick!!
A jolly fisherman came ashore
in his old boat with just one oar.
He must have two to row back home;
with only one, his boat would roam.
And with no fear, he sang out loud
a song to which he danced and bowed-
a jolly song that asked the sea
to bring his oar back- one, two, three!
He smiled and danced a jolly way
and twirled and whirled in grand display-
when all at once, the waves splashed high!
He smiled and breathed a happy sigh!
For heading towards the sandy beach
his oar was almost within reach
brought in by dolphins, safe and sound-
the fisherman's lost oar was found!
The dolphins love their jolly friend-
and on their help, he can depend!
August 17, 2022
There was once a man called Bert
Whose feelings of others he hurt
There were those who ignored
Others who on him deplored
That he curb his need to be curt
I write with freedom to write whatever I like
I write through many life problems that strike
I write to express myself or inspire someone
I write to enjoy the moment and have fun
I don’t take classes or think about being perfect
At this site, I do try new forms with rules to dissect
I have done writing all my life, it is what I like to do
I hope others can find the full joy in writing too
Heidi Sands
8/23/17
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