Long Dailey Poems
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Caleb Smith, southern gent so refined,
has an interesting, humorous mind.
He not only can write,
but can farm, fish and fight,
and on critters he hunts he has dined!
Also clever at limericks is Tim.
He does footles for friends on a whim.
The bright bulb in his brain
comes on time and again.
May Tim Ryerson’s light never dim.
A third limerick writer, Mike Dailey,
has some fifty of them we can see!
Though I don’t know him well,
by his poems I can tell
that a doting grandfather is he.
There are oodles of limericks by Jack.
Sheer wit our dear Horne does not lack.
But his vampire obsession
can leave a gal guessin’. . .
Am I friends with a maniac?
In praise of the Duke I now sing.
All his poetry has that cool “ring” -
a limerick each one -
making Beauford- bar none -
The PoetrySoup limerick king!
*A SHOUT OUT also to five OTHER great limerick guys: Sean Kelly,
Charles Sides, Charles Clive, Harry Horsman, and Robert Hinshaw & Soupers,
Let me know of any other limerick guys out there I should know about!
For : Sandy Ivy D's Poem of Dedication Contest
Rat-a-tat-tat a-tat-tat-tat
At five o’clock in the morning
Sounds from the hungry wood pecker
Are an early springtime warning
The neighbor’s metal siding
Help reverberate the sound
Rat-a-tat-tat a-tat-tat-tat
Inside my head does pound
Rat-a-tat-tat a-tat-tat-tat
At the first sign of morning light
I’m going to get my son’s old b-b-gun
And line that bird up in my sight
I am glad that spring is on her way
And winter will soon be gone
Rat-a-tat-tat a-tat-tat-tat
But I could do without that song
NOTE: You can blame this one on Mike Dailey and Francine Roberts who put me up to it after reading a status about this darn wood pecker on my FB page.
M ade reports
C hildren abased
F ear ensued
Thirty years she was erased.' Three decades her truth, was obfuscated
Now comes the light.' I Am elated.'
She'd turned to officials and got berated
For these organs of duty? Are not run right
Those who guide direction often meet
At night.. A sketch of occult groups method and modes, too much corruption
Yet she shouldered that load.' I think of the
Broken.? Those shredded inside..Living
Dailey nightmares, no more tears to cry.'
I think of those who will never be found.?
Buried by un-consecrated beings on some
Un-concecrated ground, or burned alive on
Pyres.' Cut in bits..I hear the dawn chorus
And a stillness hits.' I think of the survivors who are now adults, how they wrestled with demons, and self-doubt all un-taught.'
And though broken and empty..Dragged themselves errect ' i think of Fiona Barnet here ( dear sister respect.!)
For they will not stop this..Now the broken fight on!!! Your
Threats fall empty the worsts been and gone. ' As the bruised and the battered and
Ignored for ( too long ) advance withought
Even courage.' We just want you gone.' No gift will aussuage now...No bribe will takesl us down..Cry freedom and action..Let the cursed take their wages..And let safety for
Children be the crown, the strength of humanity, from the weakest allways grows
Its nurture and kind guidance, that is key
Yet did we all.? Not really know.?