Long Clem Poems

COME ON SOUPER'S LETS HAVE SOME FUN AND MAKE FOLK SMILE DURING SUCH DIFFICULT TIMES FOR US ALL. THERE ARE LOTS MORE APT NAMES  - PLEASE SOUP MAIL POEMS AND I WILL ADD THEM...

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"Bits and Pieces III"      Posted 1 Aug 2021
Pun Ishment
	bread is like the sun      it rises in the yeast and it sets in the waist

English Class
	epitome...

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Beneath the River Somnium,
Abandoned Wishes hymn: quiet in the viaduct:

Reverse the Lodestone;
Reverse the First Sin;
Reverse the Autumn Hearse;
Reverse the Universe.

We are the murk men, intangible ends—inebriated together
With Beelzebub our friend. Absolvent now in burning skin,...

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"Final Edition"     Posted 12 Sep 2021

With deep gratitude to all of who visited and commented over these 12 months of Monoku Mondays, I am hereby retiring this series. Keep laughing and...

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The Fear.

Before the Good ol ' '48'  The Fear was always there, should you, could you call the 

Doc; must you rely on the gentry true or those who would rob you blue, or...

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I reckon I'm revealing my age when about radio days I pen,
But I fondly recall listening to our Philco radio 'way back then.
What wondrous tales, mysteries and pure comedy from it flowed,
By simply tweaking the...

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Somewhere off by a stream, 
an old Rabbit told a tale
to his forty eight grand kids
and great grandkids,
Under the sunny sun they sat,
the oldster under the shade of a willow,
all of them had honey and...

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When Clem finally made it into town
Leading his horse and swearing
The townfolk looked at him askance
But, Clem totally wasn't caring

He had walked the last five miles
His horse had thrown a shoe
Walking wasn't his favorite sport
But,...

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Who was it?

Who was it sacked the fifteen thousand,
Who enjoys the sacking, he just smiles
Who has the public informing on public servants,
On who went to McDonalds for lunch with style,
Who was it fixed the hospitals,
Sacked...

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The South Street Suit Salesman

I’ve been around for quite awhile
and I'm sharp as a tack
and I can keep track
of 100 suits hung neat on a rack
what colors we have and even the black
It's also a...

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The Verbose South Street Suit Salesman

I’ve been around, Mac
I’m sharp as a tack and I can keep track
Of 200 suits hung neat on the rack
What colors we have and even the black
It’s also a fact...

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When he had control of the remote I could get out of sorts
I preferred the dramas and he wanted only sports.

But on one type of programming we could usually agree.
We both got a big laugh...

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CLEM POTTS AND THE MOON

not a pleasant sound
combining potts with the moon,
but, farm girls had learned
clem potts, in his rustic way,
was quite the village dreamer

lord of the haystack,
when the field was night-flooded,
the cows all asleep,
was...

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Watching the elephants parade nearby.
The glitter began to cascade down.
All the little children waited the call.
The circus had finally come to town.

Clem the clown waltzed in with a broom.
He squirted himself with a bouquet flowers.
Pulling...

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That hot afternoon when the winds were shy, 
The Earth froze and the birds refused to fly, 
I sat on the soft cold cushion of the green, 
Looking on and on...The scene, so serene,
The trees...

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Lucinda dressed up in her fanciest bluest most satiny dress.
It had flounces and ruffles, creases that gave her a caress.
She was in her party finery, sitting still, waiting for her guest.
Her collie, Labrador and Scotty...

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Where’s the paid watcher of my Jerry can
And who the hell just bounded it off,
My face now a hotter frying pan,
Never to learn how to absorb a bluff?

Lame excuses I don’t fail a wheel chair...

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Left with the dishes the animals used their tails.
They used their scratchy tongues and they used their nails.
Which would be okay if some had not had rabies.
The hen had chicken pox and the fox had...

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A question like a ramrod
Could an interviewee hit like rod:
For The Recklessly Unprepared 
And the sure disaster prepaid…

As question waits for the rare gem,
Heard slight noises a big problem,
The smashed fist on his face Emblem,...

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He stubbed his toe, the elders said.
He is howling and wailing to wake the dead.
He is not a werewolf, I argued with them.
He is a ghost, my little cousin, Clem.

He is being ridiculous the uncles...

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Like The Cows in Joseph’s Dream
That garroted ones of gleam,
Five were disturbingly gaunt,
As I recalled in a jaunt: 
Blissful walk to a park
For a promised beer by Mark:
Men marine spirits did haunt
But still did me...

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They are the oddest cats in church the toms agree
We secretly nicknamed them the fluffy high-haired three 
Their hair is odd, cotton-candy fluffy, colored like spun sugar too
They stand around giving us come hither looks...

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