Jeff Poems

Thinking about Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds

“The chances against anything manlike on Mars are a million to one,” he said. (Excerpt from the book by H G Wells.)

WATCH OUT, run for your lives ...the Martians are coming!
Well on October 30, 1938
Terrified listeners truly thought the world was ending
When a radio broadcast 
Of H G Wells book ‘The War of the Worlds’

Jeff The Three-Legged Worm

Jeff the three-legged worm
they weren’t his legs
but legs that he’d found
from old bits of twig
just scattered around
he once saw a centipede
who laughed and made fun
of a young and shy Jeff
stuck on his tum
but Jeff swam through soil
and the centipede saw
staring in wonder
amazement and awe
the twig legs put by now
but kept just in case
although Jeff seems

Not Where Jeff Is a Chef

It had yet to enter Mister Jeff’s head
That I know him like the back of my hands:
Never would ask him bread let alone bed,
News of this sure to make it to distant lands…

The choice of a dog alive or lion dead,
A slow building with bricks or the fast with sands;
An offer of dying after being

Jeff Eyes High Grade

Jeff eyes a life of High Grade.
He shall into wall paints wade:
Blocks for coats that won’t fade;
Jeff shall self stretch for High Grade,
Others, too, for the eyed grade:
Build a house bandits can’t raid,
Rooms like heaven on earth laid,
Cool canopy for a shade…

A vain Jeff for High Grade
Vows to each year sack a maid,
New week a

Quest For Internity Jeff Bezo

The quest for eternity (Jeff Bezos)

He awoke under the bed; it had been his birthday 
and had drunk champagne and eaten Danish pastry
He stretched, feeling stiff, walked to the kitchen, opened 
the fridge took out cheese, tomatoes, butter and 
A bottle of beer, which thirstily drank.
The cleaning lady had been everything was in order
but wondered

Jeff Beck Blues

One thing about the sixties time
Was the music was just fine
Listen to it now
The Electric guitars were just wow

Look for the music played
By Jeff Beck part of the British Invasion Escapades 
In the Yardbirds supercool
And the album with Rod Stewart  rules

So the years roll out for everyone 
And for Jeff Beck has been done
But

Jeff, I'M Back

I'm your recall demon and alas, I am back
This Halloween be wary when you hit the sack
For that night while you're dreaming
I'll have you wake up screaming
But for five bowls of Snickers, I might not attack!

H/T "Factory Recall" by Jeff Kyser
Written 10/26/22

Kaiser Jeff

"Kaiser Jeff"


i grew up

(well...........
one hopefully 
never grows up)

on hooked 
on phonics 

and being 
dyslexic 

to too


so it seems to me
that Kyser may
come from
German

descent


i don't know
but i know
he writes
decent

poetry

Salute To Jeff Kyser

Someone gave Jeff Kyser a subscription
Writer’s Digest seized his imagination,
It was almost like an editor’s prescription
For developing Jeff’s fine poetry articulation
He quickly discovered the poetry pages
Latching on to new forms…not on P.S.,
Strange syllabications from some sages
And navigation of the complex, I guess.

Probably more than any poet I know
Jeff wrestles with rhymes and patterns,
Ranging from serious

Tribute To Jeff Bezos Amazon Pres

He is rich, but willing to share
Sending two billion dollars
Yes that is billions, right there
To non-profits with no collars

Yes, no strings attached.
No formal vetting or restrictions
Jeff Bezos, the head of Amazon
Sent money their way with happy convictions

His theory was that since they worked with the homeless
They would help them with things they really did need
So

Geoff Jeff

A plumber, a teacher...and a chef 
Are all poets, and thier names are all geoff
Their astronomer, friends name 
Had sound just the same
But he spelled it J.E.F.F  


Limerick Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Joseph May 
1/3/2019

Help

Help is legal,
Help is fruitful,
Help is a gift,
At times we lose grip,
Overwhelmed by decisions,
Matters that harbor different tasks,
But when that aid shows up,
We get to realise there is more,
More towards life,
More towards things,
More towards doing,
Help a Hold Ever Lent Persona.

Jeff Mart Jingle

Years ago I wrote a jingle for a real store.
They didn't know I did, but I did.




The soda pop shop
The soda pop shop
Be sure to stop
In the soda pop shop
If it ain't pop
We ain't got it
Jeff Mart!

Possessions and Jeff Sessions

Possessions and Jeff Sessions

Brain lost it possessions,
When they approved Jeff Sessions;
Then flipped my noodle. 

Drew Up A Blank

Played with a full tank
And deck so who should I thank?
Mind drew up a blank.

Jim Horn

Ballad of Footless Jeff

There was a boy 
named Jeff had messed 

up teeth, and had no feet
he rolled around town

screaming out loud
I want pizza

from pizza king
yes this little boy that

lived in Anderson a big
brother that hated him.

Jeff asked him can "can you
order pizza?" he said "sure."

Then they both turned 
to the phone then they had 

Their pizza.

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