Long Barney Poems
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"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini."
- Jack Freestone
Bikini Betty's Beef
A randy surfer from Malibu Crest
Untied the bikini top off of Celest
You’re my Betty let’s hang loose
As he tried for her caboose
Celest slapped his hand away from her breast
Aloha Barney, this isn't your turf
A lecher you are who can’t even surf
Damn men with no brains, think again
Bet you’ve never even hung ten
I’m not your Betty, uncool stupid Smurph
by I Am Anaya
As striking as a Malibu Barbie doll
Gals in bikinis I love, summer and fall
But I'm classy and kind
And so drawn to their mind
That they need not wear a bikini at all
by Robert Gorelick
Not all poets are kindred souls
That theory is full of holes
For a few, poetry extols
Different goals Different goals
Words guided by what's in our hearts
Wanderlusts or humorous thoughts
I value artful counterparts
I don't hurl darts I don't hurl darts
Don't point fingers of shame at me
I treat no one with treachery
and I don't act like a queen bee
Hypocrisy Hypocrisy
Don't harm poets with pen or knife
If you're unhappy with your life
Why are you filled with angst and strife
Like Barney Fife Like Barney Fife
Sadness is a depressing trait
A mood that might simply abate
If you stop whining... mitigate
No need for hate No need for hate
I'm not part of a gang or pack
My friends and I do not attack
We have not stabbed you in the back
Disgruntled flack Disgruntled flack
Take screenshots like a bombardier
We've no need to tremble in fear
You've no reason to shed a tear
Now is that clear? Now is that clear?
With poisoned seeds of malice sown
Repeated complaints you bemoan
A cawing crow you now are known
Contentious prone Contentious prone
Broken fences will never mend
With a mindset that will not bend
Into those depths I'll not descend
I will transcend I will transcend
I'll write no more and waste my time
On one who thinks her views sublime
I will choose a healthier clime
To write in rhyme To write in rhyme
and she said
Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams
but today I live in my daughter's happiness
All my goals I left behind to watch her reach her own
All my friends I do not see,to stay with her at home
Money might get tight,but what is money
compared to pure joy of a child
What is money compared to her almond eyes
Success lies dormant on shelves for years to come
But what is success compared to first giggles
to first steps, first mouthfuls and her little grabs
Compared to gurgles and babbles
to first time she calls me mama
and hold on to my hands
What is beauty in the world compared to a pearl
This innocent child,a coloured coral petite pretty girl
Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams
But today I live in my daughter's happiness
I had my days of wine and chocolate eclaires
roses on doorstep,unsigned love letters
with spiced cologne and enticing words
Today I live in my daughter's shadow
To watch her live her own dream
I watch her bloom in autumn gardens
from princess of hearts become queen
Tomorrow I will not be here
She might not get to see the white of my hair
the wrinkle in my smile
But,today she knows I love her
long more after petals wither
long more after a mother's hug fades
long after I shine from the sky.
Dedicated to my beloved Christina with love
Happy first birthday wrapped with barney hugs
and Winnie the pooh kisses :-$:-|B-)
Here we go again -
another crazy form to try - this time
a 'Yabba Dabba Do' or so it's called.
The jury's out; I can't say I'm enthralled.
I've not made a connection to the rhyme
or figured out how best with such a silly form to dabble.
I guess it truly is no more absurd
than having wooly mammoths pumping gas,
or dinosaurs and humans there en masse,
or roasting pterodactyls like they're birds.
Wilma, Fred, Barney and Betty, relegated to the past;
methinks this jab will do the same, and will be my first and last.
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Probably ought to give it a better shot, but this one is a 'Yabba Dabba Do'
12 lines: xabba xcddc ee, with 5/10/10/10/10 15/10/10/10/10 15/15
The form description at poet's collective was not that clear -
repeated the abba in the pattern, but then the example did not
There is a special heaven for dogs
Better than people heaven
Maybe ten times more special
Because no one is more
Empathetic
Compassionate
or
Loving
Than a dog
Do not lose faith my four-legged-friends
The rainbow bridge is a Shangri-La for you
Where you can jump, leap, bark, twirl, and fall into heaps
Being your happiest puppy self.
I know this in my heart, for I have been loved by
these dogs:
Blue, Dot.com, Nova, Spot, Buddy,
Beauty, Pebbles, Baby, Egypt, Squirt,
Barney, Peepers, Jeeves, Queenie,
Brownie, Happy, Go and Lucky
If you do not get rescued in this life, my friends,
you will be rescued in the next one.
Television's Funster's
Two of my favorites
The Addams Family and the Munster's
The Honeymooner's- with Ralph and Ed
Their still on late at night
Fun to watch- 'fore we go to bed
The Odd Couple- a comedy treat
It is certainly odd
Oscar so messy, Felix so neat
Fred, Barney and Dino the dinosaur
Got to love the Flintstone's
I must have watched them a thousand times...or more
The Little Rascals- all of the gang
Spanky, Buckwheat, Darla...
Oh, and how Alfalfa Sang
When it comes to smartness- Abbott was the worst
Costello was the genius...
He wrote- "Who's on first"
The smartest man to play his part
Obviously, it has to be Don Adams
He was "Maxwell Smart"
The funniest lady of them all
The one that I love
I Love Lucy's- Lucille Ball
Just Stating the obvious Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brother Jacob
4/24/2021
Imagine if at the drop of a hat,
You could become a cartoon
Sylvester the Cat,
Chasing poor little Tweety Bird,
Perhaps it sounds absurd
Or be Fred Flintstone or his friend,
Let’s just pretend,
I was Barney or Fred’s wife Wilma,
Back in the Stone Age era,
Or I really fancy good ol’ Bugs Bunny,
Being incessantly shot at by Elmer
Fudd, I wouldn’t feel that it was
eternally funny,
‘What’s up doc’ Bugs would say,
Every moment of every single day.
And of course, the beginning of
Cartoons with Mickey Mouse,
And his girlfriend Minnie, I wonder
Did she ever become his spouse.
Unforgettable Donald Duck
Who sometimes would show pluck
But lacked finesse and polish,
And never ceased to astonish
His audience who laughed at his
Semi-intelligible speech,
But how much each
One of us looked forward to time
In front of the telly, prime
Hour for adults and children alike,
Heading home on your bike,
To not miss a second, homework
Not yet done
For now, it was all about fun.
One of my favorites for absolute sure,
Was the Mad Hatter at his tea party
At whom Alice in Wonderland
Was a guest, and experienced first-hand,
What riddles were or were not about,
For without him, there would be no story,
And this famous fable would
Have lost it’s glory.
The road runner for me was a trifle
Boring, but his ‘beep, beep’ grew on me,
I ought to agree.
I could go on forever, and mention
Many a cartoon, but time to go
To sleep like Sleeping beauty,
And be awaken each morn
By my handsome prince who pampers
Me, for he believes I earn
An amazing aroma of fresh ground coffee
And interprets my cartoon dreams,
Into romance and a kaleidoscope
Of incredible themes!
A monochrome of boho days
segue one another surreptitiously.
Endless pantomimes of idle chatter flutter by.
Cantilever bridge, a one stop halting site for gossip and suspense.
Small talk, bespoke winged creature, Combe of pleuron.
Turin shroud spotter in the mise en scene melting pot.
The spirited stride of pavement strollers prompted by
agenda.
Metatarsals on the march.
Street vendor’s spooky cry with banjo beating busker at his side.
Dirt pan bellow and brittle strum about the
orange alert ahead.
Crowded car park, careening bus, frustrated taxi driver rank and file.
Backstreet Barney or kerfuffle on the lawn.
Swing sign overhead, a pawn in every trending breeze.
Office block malarkey cutting capers for the press.
New age ante-fix, the cover tile for corruption.
Whistle blowing wag inside the
city centre fault line.
Brass neck
reservoir of hoodwink high and low.
Harassed mother, barefoot beggar
nervously extends her rusted tin.
Guilt edge coin as bandage to our shoddy scruple.
Bag lady on the fringe of some haute couture complex.
Stasi-like security whose bluff veneer belies an inner
bludgeon.
Crouton salad diner has his finger on the pulse but not his pulse rate!
Tycoon in transition with an open brief!
Teflon tyrant
back to the future.
Ambulance chaser …. legal eagle…..with fortune in misfortune their calling card .
To the limit and beyond like an offshore Ansbacher.
Noonday bell
interloper at the scuttlebutt tavern.
Seconds out,
moments out,
hours in a hari kari haze.
Sensei’s of the left filling void with vacuum.
Laboured diatribe against dynasty, trite slogans, empty rhetoric, mannah from heaven?
All this from the cadres of social despotism!
Passage, the
pollinating insect of aroha.
Behind the rhythm of the grind a broad leaf grain of hope may sprout.
Green shoots of bounty.
Latent sidewalk bloomer.
Blossom by default or tender impulse
Barney Rubble was the ultimate okay friend.
His love for the grumpy Fred Flintstone would never end.
His wife Betty was a tittering fool that adored Fred’s wife
They had a relatively hysterical cartoon life
When I was a child Bam Bam was the one I could adore.
His slamming and drumming caused my heart to soar.
Pebbles was cute, I loved her tiger shirt and her orange hair.
I could not wait until Saturday morning when they went on the air.
Wilma seemed to be the voice of reason in the show.
She was like Jackie Gleason’s wife, if you want to know.
The one who kept her feet on the ground and everything fine.
The Flintstone movies also made me happy in my prime.
My Funniest Experience
I can't remember, I smoked too much pot.
I was busy being mellow and the rest I just forgot.
The funniest thing that I guess that I can say.
Is that I can barely remember the first part of today.
When 30 years pass and you're melancholy.
You don't remember things that seem very jolly.
So I guess that would be the funniest of all.
That when it comes to memory, I just don't recall.
Let me see if I can find deep in my mind.
A tale of woe that we all know when we get in a bind.
I had a dog, Barney the Beagle.
Just a nice dog, no need to be regal.
The pastor came to call on Dad.
And as he was talking, Pastor must have looked sad.
Because Barney decided to go and hump his arm.
Yeah, good ole Barney, he wasn't known for his charm.
Note: Day 5 in the writing exercise.