Mountains to climb
Jungles to explore
Species to discover
Rivers to ford
An astronaut one day
Generalissimo the next
Concert pianist on Saturday
Standing ‘O’ at the Met…
My bucket list at nine
worked out just fine
None of it achieved
No reason to grieve
Categories:
generalissimo, adventure, dream, star,
Form: Rhyme
Grandpa was a Bowie.
A tight-lipped protestant Ulsterman
who drifted into the Poblacht na hÉireann
in search of a cure for his cold heart.
His thin lips wed a soft Catholic girl.
He joined the Garda Síochána settling down
to breed Kerry Blue’s. After he retired, he still
wore his uniform, his neck as stiff as ever.
Grandma wrote letters to the Pope
begging for Papal forgiveness
for her heathen husband.
I have not been to Hidalgo County,
but if I were one day to go, I might try
to convince the Daughters of the Alamo
of my credentials to be worshiped
in a mild, concessionary way.
A complimentary burger, a free pass
to the museum, a photograph
of myself brandishing a big knife
at a picture of Generalissimo Santa Anna
that would suffice.
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"Poblacht na hÉireann" = Republic of Ireland (Éire).
"Ulster' (Northern Ireland).
"Garda Síochána" Is the Police Force of the Republic of Ireland.
Categories:
generalissimo, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Puzzled five-star Generalissimo
On his map, he couldn't find Tokyo
He looked here and there
Darn near everywhere
'Course, his map's a street map of Kokomo
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Kokomo is a town in Indiana, north of Indian-
apolis, with a population of about 58,000.
Categories:
generalissimo, america, military, silly, simple,
Form: Limerick
Spring, Summer, and Autumn are Her rival,
but they all pale to Winter's arrival.
She is less subtle than the other three,
so shelter's a matter of survival.
Jack Frost is tethered to Her every whim
and She enjoys exclusive use of him.
She's fond of the art that He chisels on
windowpanes, though frost is but a prelim.
Winter's an artist; freezing flakes of snow,
She sculpts an iceberg archipelago.
She is a master of frozen beauty,
and a heartless generalissimo.
I saw a few tumbling snowflakes today,
harbingers of many more on their way.
For it's getting below freezing outside,
and the children have gone inside to play.
Suddenly, the sky is feathered with flakes
of confetti; Winter won the sweepstakes.
And when Her season becomes official,
She'll rule over all lands, rivers, and lakes.
(Rubaiyat)
Nov. 16, 2018
Categories:
generalissimo, 10th grade, cool, december,
Form: Rubaiyat