Largo Poems | Examples

O'Eleventh Province

Shall our neighbor to the Great White North
become our fifty-first state? 
To be proudly crowned their eleventh province might prove a better fate
Fresh air, clear lakes and grand vistas not to be beat
Maro-O-largo/Maple Leaf Hotel would make such a grand winter retreat
Call me a Tory turncoat if you must and I'll heartily agree
Oh Canada, my Canada, I'll stand on guard for thee!

Top Secret

My bathroom isn’t big enough
For boxes filled with files,
Though someone’s bathroom we all know
Has cartons stacked in piles.

The government’s top secrets
Share a space, perhaps, with Charmin,
Or Renuzit, Dove or Lysol,
All incredibly alarmin.’

For the guests at Mar-a-Largo,
If a bathroom they were needing,
We must hope they didn’t poke around
In search of some light reading.

Donald 2023

 
  Donald Trump could be
 doing Jailhouse Rock.
   DOJ has his head on
 A chopping block.

   Trumped up on 
charges that 
Include espionage.
   Donald trying to do
The duck and dodge.

   The ex-President
 has dug himself in
a deep hole.
   Things are starting
To spin Out of control.

   A Grand Jury of peers
Signed the indictment.
   Donald Trump could 
Be wearing stripes
 in confinement.

   Mr. Jack White a
 vicious opponent.
   Trump is in denial, 
He'll never own it.

   The Feds have a 95%
Conviction rate.
   This is Karma serving
Up fate.

   Trump is tweeting
Somewhere in Mar a largo.
   The Wheels of Justice 
turn slow.

I wonder if they will
Try him as an adult?
He is claiming none 
Of this is his fault

   Mr. Trump is starting to 
Look a little jittery.
   One thing is for sure this
Will make history.

     Turbo1904?

Ah Nuthang

Cantrix spoke
F=gmm/r^2

Cantar replied

F=gm1m2/d2

Adagio Censendo,, they wished disturbed to
Ballads aren't the only way to convey musical
Commutation. Poems often are rhythmic 
To produce are movement of words were
It begans the sequence needed to make tones
And define the require type of singer to gain 
What's needed, to differ novice and professional.

Somber evenings have you
Might the world readjust
We are lovers
You are my lover
Others are outta luck
Might I delight in
Loves benifets
Vivase intros the kiss

Boo'd in Venice
By 
Adagio Crescendo
Conductor
Music arranger
He married Vivase Largo
His family wished them
Separated, due to her
Lack of respect of her
In laws musical past.
She failed
When questioned
about a famous old song
She awnsered  by saying
She sounds like she's 
Sitting on a watermelon
Spitting seeds, "pout ting!"

September Moorings

Slips marked and mapped across the intercoastal waterways
 a scanning breached out of high low tidal waves,
silent, still, obscure, and not well hidden
 liveaboards hold steady isolated sheltered misgivings;
embedded and anchored in place
 buoys secure contested living space,
Matanzas Pass, Sarasota fields, Titusville and Sunset Bay
 the Gulf Stream Key Largo flow a mainstay;
honker down between the wind, the rain, and sun
 vessels sturdy and rickety, short and long - all come, 
house and home hum interludes for a sing-along,
 push aways and pull in tights
safeaways and derelicts amidst stormy plights
 resident and transient, occupied and abandoned
faceless vacancies, sequestered and random,
 marinas and harbors within hurricane holds in tandem,
dockmasters and dock slips. environmental folds alluring
 beleaguered and bewildered landlocked sailors touring
in their trawlers, boats, cruisers and yachts adoring
 September shelters in the Florida moorings.

Warm Spring Breezes

Warm spring breezes come home to stay
After a vacation in the southern hemisphere,
Where they stayed on a Caribbean cay.

Escaping winter’s bitter snow and ice here,
In December they spent a week on Largo Key
Wafting softly under the sky blue and clear.

Every other season the warm breezes roam,
But they know they are expected to stay
For the springtime in Kentucky, my home.

We welcome them especially on Derby day
Which comes every first Saturday in May.


May 31, 2021

Largo

Othello was playing the Cello
That may come as a surprise
He was sad and mellow about the deaths and lies
He played very softly
Then stabbed himself and died

Me and My Dog Scruffy

Raspberry tea and cheese scones for me
Grape Gatorade and chuck bones for he
Galoshes, wool coat plus scarf and muffs
Flannel vest, crafted jeans, rolled up cuffs

A winter’s walk and a time to talk we go
Lots of fluffy snow and rivers don’t flow
Frosty air stings, chills and shivers it brings
Footprints left behind, two and four a kind

Today is not a picnic nor is tomorrow’s report
Would be better lounging at a Key Largo resort
Nevertheless we are palsy wellsy, best of friends   
Walking the neighborhood, dressed in odds and ends

Impromptu

i woke
hard
ly notic
ing 
that she
she is
nude modeling
i am
crudely drawing
her figure
with words

refreshing my page
on my computer
on my paper
erasing
distasteful mistakes
taking away
layers of lost years
res
urrect
ing myself
in 2/4

cut time
asking the metronome
to slow to largo
so i can
dance
with her flames
the heart of fire
is heat
in heat
i find
her

one time
i did this once
hands held
over
a bum's barrel 
in a Boston barrio 
her torso
torturing me
to a fever pitch
throw
another poem in

Musical Line

With pegs and pins in a bucket that’s full, 
She hangs her music to dry,
Where it hums a tune majestically soft, 
And it hums it up to the sky,

And the Lento and Largo sways in the breeze, 
The Staccato hangs with the blues,
And the Accent hangs on the opposite side, 
Hangs with its bright dancing shoes,

Every day she hangs her music to dry, 
With a beautiful song in her mind,
Every day she hangs each note in the air, 
Up on her musical line.

Empty As the Hourglass Shatters

hand in hand the news sink in
as their world collapses and scatters
the veil over their head ever so thin
they parade largo in a daze
hollow eyes clouded by spatters
treasuring however many days
loud incessant echoing ring of chime 
undying love to the soul all that matters
across the gritty sands of time
till empty as the hourglass shatters



submitted on June 9, 2018 for contest RHYME TIME 4- 10 LINES sponsored by LAURA LOO  -  RANKED 2ND

Grato Por Abril

Gratidão de Abril

Gratidão a todas as pessoas pelo mês de abril. Gratidão `a humanidade!

Somos seres vitoriosos! Em abril, recebemos uma nova oportunidade de conquistar algo novo e de procurar ser melhor em todos os sentidos. 

Fizemos muito – você, eu todas nós. Sobre isso obrigado!

As palavras são pequenas para cada uma de vocês! 
Não há um abraço forte o suficiente. 
Não há um sorriso largo o suficiente.
Por tudo de abril e sempre ofereço um obrigada. 

Nossa história nos trouxe perto uma de outra. 

Eu não revisaria uma palavra do meu passado se isso me levasse a qualquer lugar, exceto à sua porta.

Você, cada uma de você, leitora, está em meus pensamentos. 

Você está em minhas orações. 

Por tudo que você fez, obrigado por abril. Que venha maio!

Wheel of the Gods Grind

The Mushroom Party
Placed an embargo
On Chinese goods
To Mar-a-Largo

It seems that some urns
Were not stuffed with money
Did Kim Jong Un
Pull something funny?

The Donald, of course,
Was not not amused
A star of TV
Should not be abused!

So Rocket Man
Fired off a tweet
"Meat me for lunch"
Which Donald thought, "Sweet"

They both shared a tart
At Great Ego Hall
Then zip-lined to Stormy's
To watch curtains fall 

Ivanka's urns 
Are now filled with Won
So North Korea
Can blast off at dawn

Two heads together
With la-di-da spiel
Keep our world spinning 
When Trump's the Big Wheel

Finados: Horizontes De Eternidade

Horizontes de Eternidade

Quando o amor domina, 
O campo de visão é largo, 
A vida é eterna
um toque de sino que diz, 
que fala...
Ah!Meu coração dobra a finados

A morte não é um acontecimento da vida. 
A morte não pode ser vivida. 
A vida sim pode ser 
Sem fim!

A aceitação da morte
no ser humano
é o resultado da 
comunhão com o ritmo da natureza: 

No inverno, árvores despidas; 
na primavera, folhas e flores; 
no verão, frutos. 

Já a vida,
A nossa vida,
é sem fim 
quando o nosso campo 
de visão não tem limites.

Key Largo

Those eyes that connect beyond the story
That capture so strongly
Even in black and white the sparks are felt
And consolidate Bogey Bacall love

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