Johnny grew up hard,
where the streets were mean
His wits were usually sharp,
and his eyes were keen
Gigi was bright,
and a high school beauty queen,
John thought they were worlds apart
Not just different leagues,
and even though she made his soul sing
He thought:
"No way she'd ever go for a guy like me"
But turned out he was wrong, so pleasantly
Twenty years on and the life they've built
Couldn't be more amazing
By: J.N.R Dutton
Johnny Appleseed
said, "Hearts and stomachs, apples feed."
A fashion icon, he was not.
He wore upon his head, a pot.
Why Johnny hates great poetry
It makes him look deep
inside himself where
there's nothing
to see
and
he's
never
cried
before
JOHNNY APPLESEED DAY (September 26th)
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Johnny walked alone with purpose,
seeds spilling from his worn leather pouch
onto fallow fields and forgotten clearings~
each sapling a silent promise
rooting hope in America’s heartland.
Do you recall where you were at
the day that Johnny raced the bat?
I was but a lad of eight.
A bat shot out of Hell, damned straight.
Johnny flew like an outbound freight.
A front row seat is where I sat
the day that Johnny raced the bat.
You must be someone new
Another Johnny Appleseed
Leaving flowers wherever you walk
So, please travel the world
Bring life and beauty wherever you go
And we will remember your name
Johnny Flowerseed
© Poem – VI/XI/MMXXIV
LRET
Uncle Johnny’s stories were preposterous
borderline silly
but we pretended to believe
for Aunt Tilly’s sake
She never challenged his foolishness
Pretending his insanity was normal
We did not understand why
but we played along, letting her lead the way
Johnny was quite a leader
And best pet of the teacher
Puberty hit him so fast
At the head of the class
His little Willy stood up, second feature
Johnny sat bored at a swimming parade,
became thirsty watching the retrograde.
Dipped his head in the pool.
but felt like such a fool.
Silly boy thought it was blue Gatorade!
I lost my hair and I lost my pep
That's why I lost the spring in my step
But I couldn't go on
When my manhood was gone
And I lost my wife to Johnny Depp
Admire a Summer Flower Contest
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Hey, Johnny Jump Up,
Mischievous elf,
Your look like Viola,
Not like yourself.
Same shape, same colors -
Before our eyes,
Your yellow and purple,
Quite the disguise.
Vibrant, bright colors
Painted on your five petals
Love, luck and happiness
Your gifts on us settles,
You love the warm meadows
And cool ocean breezes
Magician of summer
You won't make us sneeze.
Entry for the Golden Age of Music Poetry Contest, sponsored by Oliver McKeithan, March 2025, Second Place.
I dreamed of Johnny Cash last night,
his music spoke to me,
I said I thought that you were dead,
but music lives said he,
but music lives said he.
From Folsom, to Fort Bend,
for every soul behind bars,
he asked if we could say a prayer,
then picked up his guitar,
then picked up his guitar.
He sung to me of Ira Hayes,
words that rung in my ears,
the world of reservations,
with all those rivers of tears,
with all those rivers of tears.
We talked and talked of music,
country, hip hop and blues,
how Bo Diddley and Beyoncé,
can move our blue suede shoes,
can move our blue suede shoes.
I dreamed of Johnny Cash last night
surprised to see him back,
I said I thought that you were dead,
but he was still dressed in black,
but he was still dressed in black.
Some years had passed since I last sat and talked with Johnny
Grandma used to say, "With time, things change and people change."
But I couldn't help but notice that his days were no longer sunny
Now, to know Johnny was like knowing the sun
That light, the radiance, that energy, the hope we all look for was no more
Is it me I asked?
Could my eyes be deceiving me?
But where did it go? That shine, that magnificent glow
Where did my buddy, go?
What happened to Johnny?
Remember Johnny Rotten?
One time star of stage and screen.
His legend now forgotten,
And his films are seldom seen.
Studied movies and the arts,
Before shining on the stage.
Then his name would top the charts,
In Hollywood's Golden Age.
Loved fast women and fast cars,
He raced through life full throttle.
Though too many were in bars,
And fell prey to the bottle.
All the women and the booze,
Caused the decline of his fame.
Then with nothing else to lose,
Would die alone from his shame.
He's no longer in the light,
And his fate may seem unjust.
Once a candle burning bright,
Now a flicker in the dust.
Johnny Depp had a stonking step
That caused shiver like a strep
Once a pirate, captain of the black pearl
His charm caused his fans to twirl
ABCD Clerihew Poetry Contest
2nd place
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