Oliver often scolded Hardy, on a point of which he was
Never tardy.!
They had to have 'their daily fix' if not hourly? They were like two cats on
Hot bricks!
Their made up mayhem, garnered them gold, it was their milk and honey
A hit; 'they sold.'
Rich and famous, through their tears and quarrels, old Hardys kicks Stanley, made into Laurels!
The crowds, they grew' they travelled far! They lodged at the 'Chine hotel'
They fooled round its bar!
Yet did they take that 'new years swim?' As daybreak comes' as the waves
Roll in !
That hearty English breakfast, taken soon after.' Would sure have got Them ready; to raise some rafters.!!
whimpering sniveling pout
mopey face bo ohwe-ohwe whine
scratching his head mopey face
I was here with me
Novelist Thoma Hardy
also poetized with simplicity
Acclaimed for a narrative sweep
unlike his novels dark&deep
~ Limerick-style ~
Hardy-har-har returned from a bar
After drinking what he could drink
He didn't get far
Fire devoured his car
Leather seats finished Har-har's first cigar
Laurel and Hardy
Stan Laurel
Playing clumsy funny squirrel
Babble utter nonsense.
Wakes up to enjoy sleep intense.
Oliver Hardy
Fits in slapstick comedy.
Toothbrush moustache
Wears sports jacket, loves to twiddle necklace.
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Stan Laurel
thinks he can sing in reality he warbles
His best buddy Hardy slaps him quiet
Before he can start another riot.
Oliver Hardy
Is usually farty so he abstains from drink
Gormless Laurel slurps Manhattans all night
Warbling and singing without stage fright.
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lord
all it takes
for us to know
with
the
crack of the
vicious wipe
entangled
with
sharp razor blades
just
one hardy blow
to
break the naked backs of
captured Africans
with
their hands tied to a tree
shall
break the spirit
and
the soul of
the
Black Man
that
we
shall know
his true
African name
Thunder never felt louder
The wind at their backs,
Their tails streaming
They run in full out glory
Penny Hardy’s horses
Bringing appreciative glances
A feeling of reverence following their tracks
As they dash neck to neck
The horses of the plains
Sharing their love and light
Bringing a feeling of love to the ones
Who have discovered them for the first time
Maybe not knowing the artist, but
Appreciating her works, marveling at her creativity
an interlude
of ecstasy
clings&
possesses
the eternal
with love&
inflames
thereby
to enslave
the wonder
of the unknown
helps fathom
faith
&fashion
tnoughts' gown
into
a
truer way
vanity's eyes
quicken
&yet
fleeting
sorrow
aware of the stain
of dishonour
declines
a choice breeze
of mellow
breath
drowns
dull misery
calls
for a response
to douse
the flame&
proclaim
a warning
to the unaware
distress
appears
with unease
to
mutter
a lament
&to mock
the living soul&
adorn
the gloom
vigour
arrives
upon
the flowering tide
on
the shore
of delight
to acquaint&
throng
this sweet place
to
please
&
dream
once more
Simon Hardy.
Simon Hardy.
Resilience is his hidden name...
STRENGTH in his softness,
Never misses a chance to speak a kind word,
Even though he is most often in terrible pain.
He has found a kind of fairness in his serenity.
Most of us never get there --
We just can't get our heads to believe,
That there is no injustice in the Universe...
But our hearts know, it's true!
But Simon Hardy has 'found the zone', even though
His parents lost ALL their family in the Holocaust.
He has honored me by showing me the picture of all of them,
Before they were taken, every one.
And he always has time for ME.
Amazing, isn't it?
And he looks like Santa Claus!
That's Simon Hardy.
Weeds flourish on parched ground
Choke off the mantle of verdant lawns
Shoot up through cracks in hard cement
Strangle delicate flowers' ascent
Weeds are hardy warriors
Who every battle are destined to win
~ To Mother Nature's everlasting chagrin
A Scene from Laurel and Hardy
Like a scene from Laurel and Hardy,
Slapstick and comical beyond belief.
Legs dangle from bedroom window,
His head stuck, shouting for pain relief.
You’d swear it was Buster Keaton,
Or Charlie Chaplin in farcical capers.
Poor chap trying to rescue my keys,
Cruel observer sent a pic to the papers.
Harold Lloyd could play lead part,
My hero was no Fatty Arbuckle.
In distress I couldn’t help laughing,
Ss and full belly chuckle.
This affair was no silent movie,
Or indeed was it just black and white.
The day I locked myself out,
I’m in now and everything is alright.
Always count the cost, be quicker
country bumpkins can be slicker.
Dare-devil journeys should be fun;
use good sense, don’t just hit and run.
Go for the gold, here’s the kicker -
When you go, stay off the liquor;
save a death watch for your vicar.
Don’t think that it’s your way or none,
always count the cost.
Decide what you want; don’t dicker;
though your buddies want to bicker.
Ponder all options one by one.
Then dive in, and when it is done
learn from mistakes and don’t snicker.
Always count the cost.
written August 8, 2018
In March 1918 the Germans advanced so quick and clean
The Western Front was burst open as had not before been seen
And the British Army was in retreat
So they pushed the Australians into the frontline gap so neat
When the Diggers moved on up as fast as they could track
To hold the German advancing onslaught back
When they met the British in disarray they did say
‘You are going the wrong way, chum’ and didn’t stop that day
But the Diggers advanced on to meet the foe
With no intention of losing this important show
And which soldiers did they find fighting the rear guard
But the kilted Scots stoutly fighting for each yard
So together they stopped this important battle in its tracks
And fought the Germans to stop and go back
They gave them the bloody nose needed
That commenced the end for the Germans succeeded.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Laurel and Hardy
Hey LAUREL, you better stop getting me in trouble
But HARDY just trying to catch the bubbles
Stop waving your dang arms
But I can’t catch that farm
You’re getting me in double bubbles of trouble.
Written: Feb. 10, 2015
Theresa Marie W-C
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