Baggy green pledge..be mean one could allege
New depths seen to dredge vent spleen sledge
Obscene lexicon ledge to get that slight edge
What do you know here we go first blow
Folks well blokes pokes jokes at Stokes
Campaigner entertainer a cocky complainer
Yawn..forlorn well worn scorn of Kiwi born
Ropey guff about Bazball stuff being dopey
Out of whack flak attack now back on track
Aussie stacks of hacks on a have a go retainer
Haven’t forgotten when Jonny went Rotten
Lost his cool in that whole Lord’s Baz brawl
When Ben’s mens’ gall did enthrall and appall
So one trite slight after another in a row
In a cruel crow from our oldest coldest foe
They bestow their woe of “average Joe”
Get snooty about the beauty of our Rooty
Get fruity saying our defender’s a pretender
Won’t ever get one booty ton while on Oz duty
Just what you’d predict from a convict offender
You wait mate..till your guest & great contender for
Crest of Test best goes on a big spender bender
My club
Dudes are welcome with the entry of Mr Modi Ji and Mr Jonny depp hot bpl are also welcome
Enjoy the day
Aghori mhabharamnad
"In You"
What more to be said
or thought, when
poetry flows like water
a never ending tap
of dreams and thoughts
spilling from a full heart
overflowing
onto blank pages
pouring into the mind
of you
the writing stops
eventually
but the stories
continue
in
and through
you
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
gvlm
“Open the Floodgates”/ Thom Yorke
https://youtu.be/yyq-YwrUJhw
LYRICS/ "Open the Floodgates", Thom Yorke
https://genius.com/The-smile-thom-yorke-jonny-greenwood-tom-skinner-open-the-floodgates-lyrics
"Free in the Knowledge", Thom Yorke
https://youtu.be/hw8fWV86Qt0
LYRICS/ "Free in the Knowledge", Thom Yorke
https://genius.com/The-smile-thom-yorke-jonny-greenwood-tom-skinner-free-in-the-knowledge-lyrics
"Pana-vision", Thom Yorke
https://youtu.be/YjXN0ViG0jc
LYRICS/ "Pana-vision", Thom Yorke
https://genius.com/The-smile-thom-yorke-jonny-greenwood-tom-skinner-pana-vision-lyrics
artist/Ben Sack
https://www.bensackart.com/
When I look out into the field
In the spring the violets I then see
Jonny jump ups some will call them
Oh, how they bloom so wild and free
The purple ones are very common
When I look out into the field
But the white ones seem much more rare
Combined they beautify and build
A picture which to me will yield
So many precious memories
When I look out into the field
So much beauty appears to me
I remember eating them when
I was a very little child
Now my eyes consume their colors
When I look out into the field
Number one with cartoons were William Hanna and Joseph Barbera.
They started at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer in Culver City, California.
These two were the co-creators of the famous Tom and Jerry.
Beginning in 1957 was some of their amazing history.
So many of their other creations attained immense popularity.
Who doesn't know Yogi Bear, Quick Draw Mc Graw, and Pixie and Dixie?
Nearly everyone remembers The Flintstones, Jetsons, and Jonny Quest.
Scooby Doo, The Wacky Races, and Fantastic Four, are among the rest.
Both men are gone now, but they are still considered the best.
I thank both wikipedia.org and youtube.com for information I obtained to write this poem
Little Jonny returns with a brand-new toy.
He’s back under the bleachers, this naughty little boy.
He’s got a cattle prod that he has named King Tut.
It’s fully charged and ready to zap someone in the butt.
He looks front to back and side to side.
He spots a plump quarter moon and smiles with pride.
It’s little Susie’s Mom as she sits and cheers.
Little Jonny gets ready, as if he’s throwing a spear.
Little Jonny takes aim and plunges it deep.
A quarter moon bullseye right between the cheeks.
He cries out in joy, this sure is fun!
She screams in pain and little Jonny runs.
The moral of this story is be mindful of your third eye.
When you sit in those bleachers be sure to get up high.
You never know when little Jonny shows up to take a peek.
Always pull your pants up and never show your cheeks.
November 23, 2020
Make Me Laugh With Some Humor - Any Form - New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Belamite Howling at the Moon
A belamite sat drinking
In a bar
On the dangerous left side
Of the city of Angels
By the rail road tracks
In the dark dangerous part of town
Where the police fear to tread
And the tourists never came
Twenty drinks too sober
The belamite drank
His way to hell
One bourbon, one scotch
And one beer
Drinking alone
With his buddies
Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, old grand dad
Mr. Bullit, Jonny Walker
He looked up
At the naked lady
Dancing with an attitude
That could kill an elephant
In heat
He stumbles out
Looks at the blood red blue moon
And begins howling at the moon
Liked an escaped banshee
From the depths of hell
The other drunken inmates
From that bar of evilness
Joined him in howling
at the rabbit in the moon
Archimedes slipped in the shower
Diogenes drowned in a barrel
Thor shook in his thunder
Ariadne lost her thread
Pinocchio had a broken nose
Rapunzel sported a wig
The Little Prince had no transport
Aladdin no fuel left in the lamp
Spinoza bereft of lenses to grind
Descartes left without doubt
Socrates no market place
Plato caved into shadows
Sleeping Beauty with insomnia
Cinderella barefoot forever
Little Suck-a-thumb had a thimble
Jonny looked into a looking glass
1984 was mere fantasy fiction
A Brave New World had courage
My Lord had run out of flies
The Never Ending Story stopped
What if the planet was flat and politicians told the truth
Jesus played Balderdash with Mohammed and Siddhartha
The rising sun set in the East by a pot of tarred rainbows
I would still love you to the moon and beyond my princess
Go to the end of the earth as long as you will hold my hand
28th November 2019
Enough
Jonny likes to lie and cheat
Daisy’s had enough
Suffocates him while he sleeps
Now he’s not so tough
Bennys into gaslighting
Susie grabs a knife
She stabs him several hundred times
before she could think twice
Joey is an aggressive sort
Chloe bought a gun
Shoots him twice in the head
To end that tyrants fun
Bobby’s tired, goes up to bed
Mary finds her bat
Proceeds to club him in the face
because he called her fat
Murders in the headlines
They make quite a hit
All these women killed their mates
cause they were tired of their...
~J.D. Cromwell
Many in the limelight aim
Despite diverse back rounds they came
Whether a regular Joe Schmoe
or a ma dames
For stratospheric fame
Sought after imprimatur
like some competitive games
Possibly an ordinary Jonny comb lately
or the common Jimmy James schmuck oh
Maybe known by some handi
capping them as lame
Transcending unsightly infliction
unwilling to let being maim
(This from drafted
scarred acquiring above name)
Yet overcoming any stigma or shame
Proving that prejudice
against bloody carnage
can replaced with pride
against cooling jets fiery angry flame
With self-acceptance
sans love of self would tame.
When Polly comes the smart ones take a good tee with lemon the others
a pen and a Jonny smile seyng to she..,, be my friend I pay you well"
She is Polly she has the iron arm
she can bite she can eat
don't give her sushi
she is more a meaty lover
Two or three Mensa Mans in Black share some words with the mafia
on a wooden chair
you know that them Americans says about
the Italians thet them have some kind of ideal instead of making money
She is sweet Polly in war comes with a pink dress and she says
the poor soldiers are too tired to combat let them sleep two days
they will die sooner or later anyway
but dont worry they will be happy in his own country without a leg
while the people will show a finger into them
the state give to them paper for beer and some bread with tongue
While you give your child for this country
the country gives to you Brandy
She is Polly she knows how to live she don't go in some
4 stars hotels she is more alike to go in some big house on
the Maldive but keep very awake for those guys with that strange color on the skin
maybe they forgot to wash themselves
Then Polly wake up ¸¸
Ill always be around
people
though ill
always be alone
Raddle raddle
does loose
stone
the struggle
the ease
the dream to
be
pleased
Down,
down so low
you smack
ground
gather all around
cry to
the frightening
clown.
Waves hit sand,
breeze cools face
catch my
mind,
you couldn't find
a trace.
the scene is clean,
no evidence here.
look over there Jonny
watch your rear
ascend does
moon
along with my
howl
deep deep mud
sink the foot
who step
---
applause be still,
Don't you dare clap
the poem is done
as the dog snuck
to lick
My boyfriends getting high im
watching him kill his mind
Jonny is snorting lines he's
lying in the corner
contemplating suicide
Becky is drowning her sorrows
from the bottom of the bottle
Wouldn't it be great if we could
go back
To sidewalk lanes and play
ground games
But now we are etching things
in our skin
Starving ourselves thin
Using drugs and booze to hide
all this pain
No longer do we reach out for
help
Or beg you to listen
Instead we get high in someone
else's kitchen
We will dye our hair paint our
nails and eyes black
Giving small clues that scream
look at me
Our families they do wonder
Why our moods they always
change our eyes always glisten
Jessica hasn't eaten in 3 days
she's hoping they won't notice
But her head is dizzy she just
might faint before she looks
like
The flashy princess models
Some moments we are those
happy children again
Paper lunch bags and swing
sets And laying in our parents
laps
Finally letting them listen
But not for long because even
though we are young we have
inner demons too listen to us
before our hearts they just
might stop.
there is a beginning
and end to every poem.
that stream has a dam,
the limit of all
is felt by all
dont you know not to blow a
tray of ashes?
ah, good life
good stuff, all around
laughing so hard,
tightening your legs so you do not let out a
piss
good people means
good times
jonny and wenis
bring out that laugh.
the laugh that makes your
eyes drip
a good laugh can cure anything,
its that simple
Turning away from the bar
needing a smoke with Jonny
strolling through
Being glanced at
by older women
Imagining our faces
starring at them in bed
Our tight bodies rocking theirs
soon to meet
a pair of
47 year olds
One wearing red hair
another brown
Their tight lips
on their hot wine glasses
Our dancing earlier
quivered their legs
Conversation that
made them want more
Telling us we were the
smoothest guys they’ve ever seen
“Hunny were Frankie and Jonny”
While their wedding rings
look invisible in the night
I receive a kiss
offering to seek more wine
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