Long Howdy do Poems
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"That Morning Brew... starts the day off with a bright howdy do."
"Stone days are only sent to test our resolve"
"Enjoy the ride"
"Happy Fellow" ~~~
Jack Ellison
He labelled himself a Happy Fellow
His bubbly nature in ink would flow.
His funny side oozes
On Soup he amuses -
Jack Ellison is a poet I follow.
He wrote about That Morning Brew
How his daily coffee got him through.
It would sadness defeat
Keeping him upbeat
starts the day off with a bright howdy do!
In the poem he titled Enjoy The Ride
A gem of inspiration is found inside -
Stone days are only sent to test
our resolve, thus bringing out our best
But more "diamond days" are on life's ride.
In another poem, when he went to the docs,
He relates how he was "wearing just socks".
His new doc was like a present.
He found [Kim] quite pleasant.
He wanted to visit "toute suite" and lots!
I highly recommend, if you feel a bit down
Have a read of his words to reverse that frown
You'll find that his work
Is down to earth
As cozy as slippers and a dressing gown.
Jack has not posted for about a year.
I'm sure that his friends miss him a lot on here.
So his honour I hoot
In this tribute.
His poetry casts out so much cheer!
I was sitting at my computer
All intelligent and nonchalant
When a personality profile test popped up
In the most interesting of fonts
I decided this might be fun
So I clicked onto the site
And right away started answering questions
On what I did and didn't like
As soon as the test was over
With my feet planted firmly on the floor
I hit the button enter
There was immediately a knock upon the door
What appeared to be three business men
All in matching suits and ties
With darkened sunglasses all around
Like Hollywood Movie Stars in disguise
Before I knew what was happening
They threw a hood over my head
And carted me off without the slightest word
Not a single Howdy-Do was said
My new found friends threw me into the trunk
Of a waiting limousine
Where just as quickly as they arrived
We all left the scene
We came to a run down abandoned Army base
In the middle of the desert
I had the feeling that what it was that was to come
Most certainly wouldn't be pleasant
They set me in the middle of a room
As men circled all around
I knew this had to do with the test
And wondered at it was they found
When in walked "The Bossarooni"
And said don't worry son we're not here to mistreat cha
We're just curious as to why
You like anchovies instead of pepperoni on your pizza
Always Resolution
By Franklin Price
1/5/2017
Always say a howdy-do,
To others on your way.
Always look for ways to help,
Another one today.
Always lift a helping hand,
To help another rise.
Always trust in others,
'Til they've proven otherwise.
Always hold the door for others,
It's the gracious thing to do.
Always set a good example,
You never know who follows you.
Always respect your elders,
They've walked ahead a step or two.
Always respect your parents,
But for them, you are not you.
Always respect your children's rights,
To live lives of their own.
Always be there for them,
Show them they are not alone.
Always thank the Lord above,
For all He's given you.
Always pray for others,
That He will also bring them through.
Always believe in what you do,
And always do your best.
God helps those who help themselves,
He'll take care of all the rest.
At last weave bin released from winter's frigid jaws!
Spring has sidled upon us as delicately as if on kittens' pause!
April hath drenched hour land with life-sustainin' showers,
Two ade inn springin' fourth Mae's myriad of pretty flowers.
Thee robins have returned two serenade me at brake of dawn.
Mournin' due glistens like diamonds on my emerald lawn.
Those pesky dandy-lions ad sparkle with there yellow hew,
Butt, eye'll soon rid my yard of them sew yule never gnu they grew!
Glorious son-flowers salute Sol each mourn as if too say howdy-do!
Flowers nodded too there nay-boors urged by casual winds that blue.
Dainty mournin' glories grace thee path-weigh awl along my fence;
Too-lips, peetoonias end lielacks dispense there vary pleasin' cents.
Guardeners till thee soil two plant unions, carats end pertaters,
End other veggies includin', let-us, beans end beef-stake termaters.
Pleasin' aromas of broilin' stakes waft about from nay-boor's bar-bee-cues.
Folks gether on friends' front porches two sip tee end schmooze.
Birds flit about buildin' nests four there gnu-bournes inn my apple trees;
Ravishin' butterflys sample thee nectar of blooms, a-waftin' on the breeze.
Spring! A time for gnu life, knew beginnin's that doth us awl enthral!
Spring! Thee most delightful season of the year, the most joyful of awl!
The heron bowed to the kangaroo
With sparkling eyes he fell deeply in love
Her heart he tried with all his might to woo.
The devious crow offered her bamboo
She chewed it up and gave him a shove
The heron bowed to the kangaroo.
The hippo snorted saying howdy do
While the rain fell in torrents from above
Her heart he tried with all his might to woo.
A turtledove gave her a heartfelt coo
As he sat in a tree high above the cove
The heron bowed to the kangaroo.
The camel got his hump sprayed by chew
As the kangaroo spat out leaf of clove
Her heart he tried with all his might to woo.
The heron and kangaroo love may rue
Her lovers she did not treat with kid glove
The heron bowed to the kangaroo
Her heart he tried with all his might to woo
written 3/17/2016
The trees unfurl their buds and blossoms cheer.
Howdy-do Spring…achoo…grab a tissue.
Grass grows Godiva-strong. It’s as I fear -
For all your beauty brag, I’ve an issue.
Here goes: my t-shirt clings with salty-sweat.
The sun is harsh…it’s heart beats me to death.
There is no pool in sight…I’m not cool-wet.
I’m sick of lemonade, its stinking breath.
Forget the drilling of Carpenter bees
and clouds of gnats as I relax outside.
The dive-bombers, abuzz - I’m ill at ease.
The insect fog does follow close, my stride.
Season attacks - Spring’s not all its beauty.
Jack Frost…better off when he’s on duty.
1/31/2023
Spring Is Not All
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Ah yes! Retirement Years!
Elimination of all the fears
Of time clocks punched – or “9 to 5”
It’s so good to be alive!
But wait! What’s this I find?
It’s a “slippage” of my mind!
Where is that? … What’s my name?
My mind’s an ember … not a flame!
Where’s my keys? … Where’s the car?
I can’t go walking very far
‘Cause I’ll forget where ‘tis I live
My mind’s become an open sieve!
In the mirror every morn’
I see a face so old and worn
But, it’s always someone new
So I say: “Howdy do!”
On Easter Morning, with old legs,
I hide my own Easter Eggs
Then spend the day lookin’ ‘round
For where it is I laid them down.
Just one newspaper do I read
It’s two years old, but all I need
For all the news within its’ “new”
And the pictures? They are too!
And presents for Christmas morn’
I wrap myself, and tho’ forlorn
When opened, I yell with joy!
“A present, from that ol’ boy!”
Retirement, seen from years ago
Emitted visions all aglow
Of life to be so very fine
But that was with my mind, in line.
So, here I sit writin’ prose
Comin’ from mindless throes
Of thoughts that lack a clarity
(Retirement ain’t what I thought it’d be).
falling rain, droplet by droplet
pane pain pane
sipping on leaves
fall falling
failing to see
leaves livestock
lumbering, conceited
between the pages
their veins throbbing
as a moppet scribbles
over their bones
with primary colors
heavy-fisted, fat crayons
that melt
into the whirligig
cheek flames
and bright eyes
follow the track
jump into the raked
leaves piled high
aww, rains leaking
inside…pane…pain
child leaves it all behind
the grown kid rounds
Louisiana, not impressed
until Autumn leaves
remind and reminisce
stopping the automobile
in real time…real smooth
New Orleans beckons
but the scenic view
having said, howdy-do
is left behind with the pain
of slippery rain
Just holding on
I’ve been spinning around;
I’m so lost in this town.
Still trying to find perfection;
Looking for direction.
I need a guiding hand to push me like you mean it!
I want you to help me, to tell me exactly what I need to be!
Still searching, still searching; why can I not have love?
I am forever failing in my endless searching,
For that thing that everybody else does.
Fading in and out of life as today’s people just pass me by on their way,
Without a ‘Howdy do’; I never hear a word that they say.
Words of wisdom mean nothing to an amoeba who cannot hear.
All your helpful secrets you keep inside, while pushing me so far away.
When all I need is for you to pull me near,
I see you successfully running your life into the ground
And leaving me to my own pain.
I cannot speak about thoughts that I can never let myself speak out.
I keep my tongue in a lock-box when all I want to do is shout!
All of this it eats away at all of my love, but never my pain.
I feel the same old sting of insecurity every single day.
So scared of falling to pieces; no faith left in my brain.
All I keep inside just leaves me to cry.
The agony of being me!
This loser, freak, shall forever be nobody.
Holding on by only fingertips;
Just holding on to shattered reality pieces.
Holding on by fingertips…
One day soon I will surely slip.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I fondly recall when "service" meant "service" at a service station,
When guys wore a uniform and exuded pride and dedication.
They always greeted you with a smile and friendly, "Howdy do!
It's good to see you! How can I be of service to you?"
While you sipped a nickel Nehi pop he filled the tank;
(You could fill it up without securing a loan from the bank!)
If gas exceeded nineteen cents a gallon, my how folks would holler!
In those good old days you could fill 'er up for about a dollar!
He'd check the tires to make sure they had ample air.
Why, he'd even offer to open the trunk and check the spare!
The windshield was cleaned of the slush and hapless bugs.
He made sure the wires were securely fastened to the plugs.
He'd always check to see that you had plenty of motor oil,
And open the distributor cap to check the points and coil.
If the battery and radiator needed water, those he'd gladly fill.
For all this service and the gas, you'd pay about a dollar bill!
Alas, times have inexorably changed, that's for sure.
Seldom to be found is the small-time entrepreneur.
Nowadays, stations are run by folks beyond the continental shelf,
And, alas, you must service the car and pump the gas yourself!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)