Shipwrecks crowd the pub taproom
a hot breath of defeat curdles the air.
There's a coal fire;
there are black tables, small and round
just enough for two pint glasses.
One cloth cap asks another:
"What you sinking?"
He means 'drinking'.
Both old men
keep their eyes anchored
to drool-stained beer mats.
Gimpy table legs
limp aside as if kicked.
Empty glasses
drip a jaded wisdom,
each foam-licked drop
falling back
into incomprehension.
Categories:
gimpy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Started drinking fruit flavoured water now
Not the tastiest but I'll keep trying, I vow
In the winter months I always seem to gain
Inactivity is the culprit, exercising's a pain
When I walk, it's much more like a waddle
Sure don't resemble a Givenchy model
Gonna keep on trying to recapture my youth
Downed another swig of gin and vermouth
Now everything appears to be quite copacetic
Gin works wonders as an anesthetic
So getting back to the fruit flavoured water
A lot more concerned than this guy oughta
I'm almost eighty-eight so why should I care
Soon I'll be trapped in my big easy chair
Wifey will feed me some ground up mush
Dentures down the toilet gets flushed
But there's a silver lining waiting for me
If I could only get rid of my gimpy old knee
Bottom line is this, sure had a great life
Came up a big winner by a roll of the dice
Categories:
gimpy, age,
Form: Couplet
There once was a fiddler from Fartsie Oh Midler
who played in the park with a naturous tether
a one legged man
by a river of tan
with one gimpy leg that sat still as a peg, oh what a sin
He finished his gin then he sat with a grin
just as ready as old Dr. Quin;
In this grassy remote where the frogs like to gloat
they were never content when the rivers did bloat
one frog hid in rent
without a red cent
in a fiddle the size of a broom no bigger than, an over sized spoon;
There once was a clever who had an endeavor
to never reveal his God send
together they played from morning to noon
while jointly they made their amends.
January 19, 2023
Sponsor craig cornish
Contest Name The Fiddler and the Frog
Categories:
gimpy, appreciation, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Started drinking fruit flavoured water now
Not the tastiest but I'll keep trying, I vow
In the winter months I always seem to gain
Inactivity is the culprit, exercising's a pain
When I walk, it's much more like a waddle
Sure don't resemble a Givenchy model
Gonna keep on trying to recapture my youth
Downed another swig of gin and vermouth
Now everything appears to be quite copacetic
Gin works wonders as an anesthetic
So getting back to the fruit flavoured water
A lot more concerned than this guy oughta
I'm just eighty-six so why should I care
Soon I'll be trapped in my big easy chair
Cathie will feed me some ground up mush
Dentures it seems, down the toilet got flushed
But there's a silver lining just waiting for me
If I could only get rid of my gimpy old knee
Bottom line is this, sure had a great life
Came up a big winner on the roll of the dice
Categories:
gimpy, crazy,
Form: Rhyme
This is a pickle so I'll bear-and-grin it
It's my very own pickle got me IN it
It was always sweet with pickle power
But all these wrappings make it sour
Perhaps you'll get the urge to peel it
For dressed like this I'll never feel it
Despite your valiant efforts twerkin'
I'll still be left with a gimpy Gherkin
Another tumble upon your hassock
Is a fruitless fruit not worth a Vlasic
For a pickle in a poncho is under par
And it's far better off in a canning jar
Cuz ...
It's not the pick of pickle, it's in how you aptly pack it
But I can't pack my pickle ... in a damned latex jacket.
~ 7th Place ~ in the "Pickle" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
gimpy, fun, humorous, passion, word
Form: Rhyme
When Reggie was in the army
He lost a leg
His fellow soldiers
Renamed him Peg
He was extremely brave
Soon forgot the pain
Although without this limb
He would never be the same again
Jake was a friend
Peg met in the local pub
To have a game of billiards
And a bite of grub
One day when they were talking
Jake mentioned Reggies leg
He asked if Peg could kick a ball
So that they could visit the park instead
Peg agreed so off they went
To play out in the sun
Jake had an advantage over Peg
He had two strong legs
Peg only one
They started to kick the ball
Boy this was fun
Reggie's wooden leg was heavy
It made it difficult to run
But run he did and kicked the ball
It flew up in the air
Jake ran to kick it back
That's when the pair
Collided and fell
Peg landed on top of Jake
What a sight to see
Reggie's peg pierced Jake's ankle
Also twisted his knee
The two men lay on the ground
Suffering great pain
Silently both thinking
We won't play that again
Shakily they got up
Jake feeling a little wimpy
Reggie smiled ruefully
And changed Jake's name to Gimpy
Categories:
gimpy, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
(to be read out loud)
I'll eat the nibble naggle nooky nickel
nipple nappy mum mum mum
I'll chew your gooble gobble giggle gaggle
gimpy grampa's gum gum gum.
I'll call the wimpy wappy wiggle waggle
wacky wobble wum wum wum
I'll drink the wiggin' wimple whoopy whacker
wookie worker's rum rum rum.
Woo wow wee wah
Geegaw mee mah
Hee haw hoo har hey hey hey.
Mao moo mud muck
Wigwam poobah
Mad mook mick mack yay yay yay.
I'll have a murky muddle maple maggot
monkey marbles chum chum chum
I raised a ticky tacky tinky tonka
tailor's tiny thumb thumb thumb.
I'm really punky pickled pooka puckers
pitter patter dumb dumb dumb
I hear my diggle daggle doggy dingle
diddle daddled hum hum hum.
Categories:
gimpy, humor, imagination, nonsense, silly,
Form: Rhyme
My back against your chest, I smiling sigh
I fit so nicely, small between your legs
You cross my gimpy legs and hold both my
Ankles in your firm grip, I grin and beg
You whisper words of love against my hair
I cannot do the same, this is not fair!
Ouside it's cold, inside this lair lives love
I stutter heated words in Dutch and more
You feed me cherries, chocolate and above
all, you feed me you: all I want is your
sweet love, your life, your eyes, in which I see
I love you just as much as you love me
***
January 16, 2017
Categories:
gimpy, boy, boyfriend, emotions, love,
Form: Rhyme
I once knew a man with a gimpy leg.
A pirate I think he was, but I never
seen his wooden peg.
He smoked his pipe in heaps of laughter,
when lightening seemed to strike to low.
A pirate I think he was, even though
no one ever told me so.
He watched the sea as if waiting for
something or someone to return home.
A pirate I think he was, even though
nothing or no one ever showed.
Then one day he passed away and there
came a massive fleet.
They sailed their flags proudly as the town
folk sang, Danny Boy at his feet.
A pirate I think he was and this l still
believe. Even now as he rest in his long
eternal sleep.
Categories:
gimpy, adventure, imagination, mystery,
Form: Rhyme
I read the title as
U - nite- as
three syllables - hard I
And I marveled that a female poet would
write of U Johnny
and looked hurriedly down the page
hoping to read
Of your years leading the Colts
(who were in Baltimore then)
on gimpy knees and guts
when a player
who had it
had balls
not a multi-million $dollar$ contract,
a side deal with a shoe company and....
and of the anger as you
were pushed from the color commentary
by younger has-beens
and sank into muddle-aged oblivion
However, I misread the title
uni - tas
two syllables - soft I
An homage to Aiende and Chile
a democratically elected socialist government
ousted by a CIA-backed military coup
to maintain control over strategic copper
but those days are over
and today the country
produces wonderful, cheap wine
and farmed fish
So I wrote this poem
for U
Written sometime in 1977-1978 on reading Dorthy Livesay's poem from Ice Age - which can be found here
http://envoifound.com/envoi-poetry-festival/poets-dead-or-alive/dorothy-livesay-october-12-1909-december-29-1996/
Categories:
gimpy, confusion,
Form: Free verse
Started drinking fruit flavoured water now
Not the tastiest but I'll keep trying, I vow
In the winter months I always seem to gain
Inactivity is the culprit, exercising's a pain
When I walk, it's much more like a waddle
Sure don't resemble a Givenchy model
Gonna keep on trying to recapture my youth
Downed another swig of gin and vermouth
Now everything appears to be quite copacetic
Gin works wonders as an anesthetic
So getting back to the fruit flavoured water
A lot more concerned than this guy oughta
I'm almost eighty so why should I care
Soon I'll be trapped in my big easy chair
Cathie will feed me some ground up mush
Dentures it seems, down the toilet got flushed
But there's a silver lining just waiting for me
If I could only get rid of my gimpy old knee
Bottom line is this, sure had a great life
Came up a big winner on the roll of the dice
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
gimpy, happiness,
Form: Couplet