Long Nantucket Poems

Limericks VII - Naughty, Bawdy, Risque, Absurd

There continue to be modern sequels of the famous "Nantucket" limericks, including this bawdy one of mine:

There was a lewd whore from Nantucket
who intended to pee in a bucket;
but...

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[For the uninitiated and for the avoidance of
confusion, this poem features a Penguin
called Pilchard and a Pilchard called Penguin]
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Pilchard the Penguin had heard a loud cry
A reindeer was plummeting out of the sky
He quickly re-counted...

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The following is a collection of selected critiques of the work of Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench from a variety of media outlets. The views expressed therein 
are entirely unsolicited, uncompensated and unexpurgated, 
representing the...

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Such are these days-floating-along-the nantucket, picture-
frames of days gone by forever sublime in-my-
minds-eye ... reflected upon from time to time.
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 ~ ... and oh how I live to breath this ... ~

 
~ Because I believe true-love is unconditional and is 
the treasure so-very hard-to come by in this world, 
today. Like the sweet sound of breaking the natural-
freedom-of-rhyme; and-the certain-reverence stirring 
in-the spirit of a home that lives only for this; one pure 
reason. Seen now-and-viewed in-the likeness-
of the-orange and red-brown and-yellow of-a-
joyous-leaf ... blowing-free-in-the-ease of
the wind; and knowing the sound of a 
new hope rising-to-greet-the-greener-
grasses thriving amid-the-perfect-beauty 
growing in-plain view of-the other-side of-
the morning. Stirring-in-the-depths-of-
your-heart and the-well, of your soul ... 
riding-high-atop the puffy white clouds, 
billowing-up-to-greet-the-light of-Heaven.
Yes-those wonderful things ... like the
birds chirping fondly and the gentle 
sounds of a baby's laughter, and
slippery wet little kisses ... given-by-
the-lips-of an angel. As you-hear a 
violent-shouting wake up; wake-
up-and-a-tap-tap-tapping, on 
heavens bedroom door. As 
then your awakened again ... 
and then stumble to the 
challenge of not spilling 
the coffee, and you dance 
once more with your lovely 
daughter in the kitchen. As 
she smiles as-you-spill-it-and-
yell-oh-no-tenderly and you ask 
the wife if she could grab the 
morning paper. Yes that freaky 
tone of-a-squeaky-wet-balloon, 
and the ongoing run-of happy-
little-giggles-that-fill the-air ... 
rising to new heights in the
 pool underneath-the-glory 
of-the-summer-sun ... as your 
young son splashes chlorine-water-
in-your face ... and cup. And-so-is-
love-the-prize in all its' authenticity. 
Sweet-poetry ... . A true and-raw-
emotion ... boldly-running-and-
wildly shouting! "Hey!" ~

~ "Certain conditions-and-ultimatums are just fine, but-don't-you-dare-take my morning-coffee!" ~...

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No time for coffee, as the dawn arrives....
I raised the shade. The crowd's outside!
The mob takes over...I'm still in slippers
But someone bought our old hedge clippers!!

     Those folks just paid me...

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Jack Ellison wasn't from Nantucket
I read prose that his cleaning lady had a nice bucket
But he vowed to look in silence quite as a mouse
For fear of sleeping in the perpetual doghouse

PD, appears and disappears...

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HOW

“THREE DOLLAR DEWEYS”

GOT ITS’ NAME
(redux)


We’ve been watching you reading our sign,
know what your thinking, what an unusual line.

Come on in, you’ll have a wonderful time.
Tell you a story and won’t take your last dime.

Legend has...

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I am a young man, to Nantucket I've traveled
never before have I been out to Sea,
here in the Harbor, I've spotted the Pequod
I knew then and there, that ship was for me,

Ishmael is my name,I...

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9/14/21

Street and book smart
With a good heart
To make an impact I took part

This ain't a haiku
Why are you so worried about what I do
I'm nothing like you
Often I've been stabbed in the back and lied...

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Ahab needed shore leave, 
And obsessed so on his dream,
Harpooning some sweet harlot 
Had become his major theme.
He was just a novice mariner, 
His first time far from home.
He’d made his maiden voyage 
With his...

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Durin' my nearly four-score years I've had many a grand repast,
But there's one delicacy that will never, ever be surpassed!
There ain't nothin' like a huge helpin' of luscious fried chicken!
Ah, just thinkin' about it makes...

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FabelFortyFive 
FabelFortyFive 
 
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This Limmerick 
 
There was an Old Lady she hailed from Nantucket 
She carried her fish in a red paisley bucket 
She wore her hair up in a honeybun...

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Say one day you were at work when your boss walks in
You think that he is a jerk and hate that silly little grin
But today ends up being even worse as you must stay late
Inside...

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""Such are these days floating along the Nantucket - picture frames of days gone 
by forever sublime in my minds eye - reflected upon from time to time, and oh so you 
know how I've...

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UPON THE SEASHORE
Off the blue Nantucket
music of laguid hours,emerges
from the labyrinth,delicate
snail-horn perceptions of beauty,
thronging this world of sensible
things.Stirred by majesty,soft
flowing surging impressions
where sea meets sky.Infinite
purples,fragments of rainbow
gleam in the spindrift,sensuous 
lively,lovely,many-hued restless
gossamer,abysm of time in...

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OPENED IN ERROR.

A man had bad news about his mother
Had loads to drink one after another
But later on that night
Was seen happy and bright 
Said that letter was meant for my brother.

ANGUS.

An old sailor by...

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Scum Buckets
(For a contest)

Can American’s be
As a whole, like a tree
With branches far and wide

That is constantly tapped
Collecting green sap
As in taxes from our thin hide

Out of hard working hands
All over our land
From Eugene to...

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Should I write of grand romance,
of star-crossed lovers tell?
I've not known enough of that
to really do it well.

Should I write of torrid sex,
hot and steamy affairs?
I'm old enough now to see
that there's no meaning there.

Should...

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I don’t get that much time alone these days but I’m not complaining.
She’s at the gym she says but who can say for sure; you know how they are;
But this isn’t about her it’s about...

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gardening back the perennial shade, 
  no time or reason to follow these
  months into their graves.

   wandering whale songs through a nantucket
  wheather vain storm in the plow and...

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the soft easy moments of summer
resplendent with deliciously idle moments
have crept away
in the night
like a cat burglar
with all four paws
scratching at the skin
of an early fall
thought’s of favourite ice creams
overrun by leather bound day-timers

rich warm...

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her single shot pistol is smoking as you walk in
her blushing bride smile is a dead give away
that something is amiss
he left a ballroom waltz
worth of footprints all over her smile

she persuades you to rent...

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I prob’ly should not be a snitch
I’m worried my Grandma’s a witch
Cos I overheard
My dad use that word
He’s spot-on; I’ve seen her nose twitch!

In secret she’s called the old bat
(I must keep that under my...

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This is no Nantucket watercolor, 
Closeted, waiting for the artist’s death 
To fetch a better price.
This is not some dusty postcard landscape, 
Motionless, stocked in a convenience store 
Beside the instant rice.
This is never taught...

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It's half past giggle time
Around these happy parts
It always begins with a silly grin
That's the way it usually starts

Then just like rolling thunder
Much laughter fills the air
Bunches of silly snortles are heard
With titterings here and...

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