Sculptoe Donald(Don) Judd
made a name with quite a thud
Objects in glass&polished metal
simple& so minimal
Categories:
judd, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
Naomi Judd of The Judds
Ashland, Kentucky born
Only “Love Can Build a Bridge”
May her soul rest in peace
In the arms of her Saviour
Judd family tragedy
Unmasking mental illness
Days before Hall of Fame Induction
Died near Nashville, Tennessee
Written May 2, 2022
Categories:
judd, death, depression, sorrow,
Form: Epitaph
They buried old Judd the other day,
the poet laureate of the hay,
the village bard of mighty word,
admired by goats, by cats preferred.
Human admirers had he few
applauded less by voice than moo,
but children liked him and at times
the vicar said he liked his rhymes.
What record did he leave behind?
If such there is, there's naught to find.
Milton in everything but fame?
A Donne or Gray in all but name?
Forsake those books, consult no tome.
Hear nature's voce where e'er you roam.
Categories:
judd, death, nature, poetry,
Form: Elegy
JUDD TRUMP
I don’t think snooker will ever be the same.
Now that Judd Trump is playing the game.
Fast and furious is he.
No time to even make a cup of tea.
Seventeen days ago we had not heard of him.
Tonight we thought he was going to win.
He kept us on the edge of our seat.
Thought he was going to be impossible to beat.
But then John Higgings had it in the bag.
He won the game for his Dad.
Categories:
judd, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
somebody said that
nothing to lose was me and...
pencil me in girl......
Categories:
judd, art, me,
Form: Haiku