grumpy grumbling grungy gregarious gremlin Greggory
gratefully grasped grainy grandma’s green grapes in glee
greathearted Gretchen greeted greenhorn grim-reaper with gee
grinning, groovy, grown grandson growled among grimy greenery
grandiose grim-reaper granted gratuities and graves gracefully,
grubby? Gruesome? Graphic? Gruff too Grandparents greedily agree.
gruff, gripping, grotesque, gratifying gravestones, grandiose in glee
grumpy grumbling grungy gregarious gremlin Gregg no longer will be.
Looks good without makeup,
That's why I want to make up,
She is a non-embellish,
Neither is she coquettish,
She is the village belle,
All the way to her college,
I care not about her slander,
I'm looking things at yonder,
I knew her since she was born,
When I was still a greenhorn,
She is a very hard nut,
Soon she'll make me nut,
She is incredibly fine,
And I want her to be mine,
She is the one I cherish,
I care not if I'll perish,
@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk
Half-dressed trees
dance in an April wind-shuffle.
New buds learn how to shake
raindrops off.
Winter’s skeletal joints
are a lightly applied moss green,
a mild mannered climate
now simmering bark and branch.
To jump right into the heat of summer
would be a greenhorn maneuver,
March’s wayward proclivities
may have yet more to say.
Spring steps slowly into a newly-lit ring
testing for sink-holes in a blue tinted sky.
Many are recovering, convalescing,
mending the torn tissue,
patching up ice-bitten dreams.
Today a nursing breeze foretells of fat fields,
of less demanding times,
of harvests and an fruiting glut.
Time to break the frosted walking stick,
to rise up in the rosy cheek and sinew -
tell the lazy cat on the warming step
to go catch the coming sun
and bring it home.
It's spring and the sun is waking up so take my hand let's walk down the green fields. For this is where our love began. It's still young, fresh like green leaves, and I pray there wouldn't be drought seasons. Give me the green light and forget the green flies. On this field I plant our love with my green thumb and it will grow making you a greengage and I will be the greengrocer. I see you greenery my love, in a way that the world calls me a greenhorn. So let's guard our love like a greenbelt, and I promise you will stay evergreen.
He pulled up to the Triple "T" Ranch in a shiny Cadillac.
In his trailer was an Arabian steed with the finest tack.
He wore Tony Lama alligator boots and Calvin Klein jeans,
And a stylish Stetson hat - he looked like a man of means!
He strode to the corral where grizzled cowpokes lazed.
They chortled at the greenhorn, each of them amazed!
"Where's the boss?" he asked, "I'm seeking a position!"
"Over yonder" said they. (The boss eyed him with great suspicion!)
The boss sauntered over to see what the hullabaloo was all about.
"I'll handle this! You fellers git back to work!" he said with a shout!
He sized up the lad saying, "Son, I ain't impressed with them fancy labels!
But you're hired! Here's a shovel! Ya kin start by muckin' out them stables!"
Entry for Carolyn Devonshire's "Green Humor Rhymes" Contest
Thankless job, I think watching
as Thurman tries to teach the young man
The lad sitting up
on the tractor
like a proud young pup
is full of piss and vinegar
half the time not listening
and half the time telling Thurman
how much he already knows...
As Thurman patiently slumps
his still-sturdy but ungainly frame
against the tractor
fingers strumming his red suspenders
a good-natured grin
slowly spreading
across his grizzled face
gleaming behind think glasses
I see a glint of soft amusement
at this grandiose greenhorn
Thurman has lived through
the Great Depression, and then
the horror of hand-combat
in World War II
one of three from his unit
to make it through-
so there is nothing this little ingrate
can possibly do or say
to break Thurman's composure today
he remains uncommonly calm
and utterly unflappable
a small chuckle slipping out
every now and then
And while the young man boasts
and blusters on about
his plans for next week
Thurman is mostly quiet, until
at length, asked about his plans
“Lord willing-
and the creek don't rise...”
he begins, knowing how
much could change by then
Speech greenhorn Sue smartly stands smiling
Sleepwalking, she’s set for faith-sailing
Seeking for serenity
Sshhh, she spots security
She’s soul-searching midst silence-sealing.
Sleeptalking shows Sue’s secrets surely
Stressing statements straightforwardly
She shouts, “Stop selfishness*…
Shut up shameful slothfulness!”
She’s safe, speaking to herself soundly.
*1Corinthians 4:3 But with me it is a very small thing that I should be judged of you, or of man's judgment: yea, I judge not mine own self.
Limerick and Alliteration
July 20, 2018
Edited on March 14, 2019
5th place, "Green Humor Rhymes, Old or New..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire; judged on 3/23/2019.
I dubbed a first year my room mate
Upon arrival into our teacher training college
To baptize him. His pride in quick order I did decimate
Taking him at high celerity on a binge
Initiating him into traditional beer
In a nearby shanty compound
Where I got his head into God’s fear
Whereby upon returning the greenhorn couldn’t push anyone around
The special welcome made him the follower
I desired
Having diminished his self-concept and self-esteem lower
Than he aspired but higher than he perspired
I proceeded to indoctrinate him into elocution parlance
As best as I could
Ensuring he possessed a college etiquette lance
That would
Not upstage Special
Whom he soon began to emulate
With artificial
Manners to dissimulate
The nascent confidence he feared might offend me
If he grew overconfident
More than I could agree
If he became less diffident
But he played the good boy
Obedient like a lapdog
Happy to enjoy a bone for a new toy
Like a contented warthog
When my training petered out
Satisfaction smiled
In my bosom without any shadow of doubt that my clout
Tamed the greenhorn who wouldn’t succeed in getting me riled.
I took myself to Texas way back in sixty three
I was just a simple man with a simple life you see
Had plans to be a cowboy that fit my simple means
I had not planned on Texas gals with tight fittin' jeans
Came on the train in suit and tie - greenhorn as they say
And I'd known women in the North that make me sigh today
I was not untested in the art of sweet romance
But I was unprepared for them tight fittin' pants
They told me that Texas gals were strong an gentle too
That they were smart and proper, I found that to be true
I heard that they could ride a horse and keep proper house
No one warned me anything about that Levi Strauss
Years passed by, I roped and lied - became a fair cowpoke
I was no longer treated like some tenderfooted joke
I wed the bosses daughter, she treats me like a king
Now I'm proud to be a Texan and wear her wedding ring
So if you're bound for Texas, it's fine to view the scenes
And you will gaze upon a girl with tight fittin' jeans
Don't let it rattle you, my friend, enjoy what you can see
There is heaven here on Earth for simple men like me
10/1/2017
“Cowboys” , big John Wayne starred.
Cowhands abandon him.
Call, joining the Goldrush.
Could greenhorn kids succeed.
Camp cook and chuck wagon,
Complete the trail crew drive.
Cow punching green schoolboys
Called on to claim their jobs.
Cimarron, the oldest,
Capricious, turned away.
Cow punching, green schoolboys
Combating bucking horse,
Caught on to rope, brand, herd
Cattle, and cow-horses.
Cattle drive is ready.
Cimarron follows close.
Cattle-rustlers kill Will,
Corralling all his herd.
Cow punching green schoolboys
Caught and killed the rustlers.
Complete the cattle-drive.
Cattle sold, gravestone bought.
Carved, “ Beloved Husband and Father”
8/22/2016
Not for contest:
Pleiades C
22 lines, 6 syllable each line
17th line 9 syllables
The Cowboys is a 1972 American western film starring John Wayne,
John Wayne nickname Duke
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cowboys
using;
http://www.howmanysyllables.com/poem_syllable_counter_workshop/index
i am an eyewitness to your beauty within
if i could lick you there, then i would be blessed a rich man
flowers grow within the many hairs on my chest with every follicle you kiss
whatever i did right, i must have come from the left hand side
i never thought laughter with you can make me so light and mellow
i guess i have never really given myself a chance to view you away from the dew
what i see for myself is the very foundation of what i want for myself
my shyness is like wires from a downed power line preventing me from reflex and mobility
your eye contact is like a lethal injection in the veins of your pop quiz for my heart
somewhere between uncertainty and a sudden burst of balance i kiss your eager lips
clarity rises above a once cloudy and drab and dreary sky....
a greenhorn now seeing light, i am an eyewitness to your beauty within
tonight i free my mind
she agreed to come and see me
after nine hours of cleaning house
just to see here smile....will be the highlight of my day and life
i think too much into the future....and i have t slow myself down
as i spray the whole place with a lavender vanilla scent....i daydream
i was a kid in fifth grade when i met here....she was in college
the smallness of the world worked to my benefit
i smack myself back to reality though....see, this period here will not last long
it is like God opened this door for me to take in....and the He will take it away
i thank Him for this moment and pray that He bless me with strength over my fears
when the knock comes, i am a bashful, jelly-legged greenhorn
her smile just hit me, and her aged, soulful beauty completely knocked me to the floor
when she kissed me out of nowhere after i took her coat, i knew that this was too much woman for me
however the moment is here and etched in a golden coat of permanence
knowing this....tonight i free my mind....
rabbit hole fear
the air of an ache
drifting in the cold dirt
wondering where you are
chain link fence
the wind within the pain
middle and ring finger playing a metal harp
wondering where you are
ears of four walls
the frustration of four cornered wax buildup
q-tip tastelessly teasing the snare of the eardrum
wondering where you are
bookwork experiencing falling action
the climax conceding to an unfortunate understudy
aching thumb connected to a greenhorn lost soul
wondering where i am
Poker face attempted
pretense at being calm
Speech also pre-empted -
stuttering with aplomb.
What I should have said was...
I mean, I really meant...
You see, I didn't see...
Who'd have thought that she was
Classic diagnosis
it's foot-in-mouth disease
a verbal sclerosis
sometimes called, greenhorn-ese
There is no known antidote
no medical solution.
Bandage which has my vote -
lessons in elocution.
4
Ya know, cowboyin’ ain’t brain surgery,
But it sure takes a bunch of extra smarts
Ta know when ya cain’t ride a mean ol’ bronc
An’ how ta end somethin’ afore it starts.
Ya gots ta be precise in your cuttin’
Of the herd when it comes that time a year—
An’ ya gotta mend them broken wire fences
Ta gets those ol’ Bessie cows ta stay clear.
A cowboy’s gotta make good incisions,
He has ta cut out the bad stock and crew—
An’ if he’s ta be the head trail surgeon,
He’ll have ta stitch up all the squabbles, too!
Cowboyin’ sure nuff ain’t brain surgery,
But ya jest gotta have ya some good hands—
An’ if your own ain’t too clean or steady,
The boys will be ridin’ fer other brands.
An’ when ya sew your handy work all up,
Ya make sure that you leave somethin’ inside—
Cause if cowboyin’ don’t beat within ya,
You’re jest a greenhorn along fer the ride!
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