Long Ohs Poems
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Inside the Dishwasher everyone rushed!
Clinks, clanks, rattles, 'Ouches' and ' Ohs'!
"Would you pa--lease, settle down!" said Deb--They hushed.
"Now we can hear...let's just see how this goes."
Curious, Peter, looked out through a chinc,
And watched Vie and Chris-- approaching by twos.
They opened the door--and who do you think--
Standing there wearing her fine Jimmy Choos,
Ms Lost Sonnet!--spoke not a word--but winked.
Wilma Wine-Corkscrew, dressed in purple hues
Gave the 'all clear', and Peter spread the news.
"We're having a party Ms Sonnet, please,
Won't you join us? It's a magic party
For Peter", said Ruben Rotisserie.
Bob Blender poured her a drink--quite hardy.
Connie Candellabra was flaming bright
As Ms Sonnet swept past to the soft couch.
Carolyn Cookie Jar screamed with such fright,
"Quick! She's on fire!" Then Lost cried, "Ouch!"
"I'll save her", said Catie Collander. "Here!"
But the water leaked through her like a sieve.
Susan Spatula yelled, "Have no fear, dear!"
Yet, the fire held on and would not give--
Others tried, but could not stop the fire.
Then Peter said, "I wuw twy! I can do it!
With 'Awwy, I can fwy! Way up highya!
Togethwa, we can save Ms Wost Sonnet!
Awwy is my fwend. He tawks funny, too!
He's aw the way fwom Engwand and he is
My Supwa Cape! So I can fwy! It's twue!
No H's wive theaw--his name is wike this:
'Awwy--not Hawwy." So now, they all knew.
"Did I 'ear some bloke colling my name?"
"Yes! 'Awwy, me! We've Ms Sonnet to save!"
Harry Handtowel--AKA, Super Cape--fame
Was now on the neck of Peter the Brave!
With no hesitation quickly they flew,
Smothered the fire and saved just one shoe.
Brittle and weak, Lost needed more than glue...
"She needs magic! Oh! Paweeze! What can we do?"
"Peter...we only made enough for you".
Said Carol Crock-pot. They all cried, "Boo Hoo..."
"Then give huw my magic! That's what you do!"
So quickly they sprinkled the magic brew.
Ms Sonnet was greatful--then said, "Adieu".
"Peter, you've done well," said Anne Assam Tea,
"Let's all have a cup'a tea and you'll see...
"'Magic's believing in yourself, --frankly,
Do that--and you can do--anything!"
~©deborah burch
5/23/2012
*Special appearance by "Lost Sonnet", courtesey of David Williams...with much gratitude, thank you all for appearing ;)...Peter has many adventures to come...big hugs, love you all, cap'n deb
Intro: Em G Em B7
Em G Em B7
Some people say a man’s made of mud
Em G Em B7
A poor man’s made out of muscle and blood
Em G Em B7
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
Em G Em G
A mind that’s weak and a back that’s strong.
Pre-chorus (muted strings)
Em G
You load sixteen tons and what do you get
Em B7
Another day older and deeper and debt
Em G
St. Peter don’t come get me ‘cause I can’t go
Em B7
I owe my soul to the company store!
Chorus
G D Em
And now, I lay me down to weep
B7 G D
I pray the lord to leave me be
B7 G D
And if I die before daylight
Am C
I pray the lord
C Em G Em B7
I tried to fight!
LINCOLN AND NERO’S ADVICE
Okay kid, don’t listen to my advice
Just do what you’re going to do
But I can describe the desperation and price
And you’d have to twist the world for my words to be untrue
I remember being in the same exact position
He asked and I responded “yes, and the sooner the better”
It was made to sound like such a perfect proposition
Even when spelled out letter by letter
He swore it would float me to a land of love and lilacs grown
While the kid was envisioning a pristine prairie pure
He won’t charge you because no junkie wants to go down alone
He won’t charge you until he’s got you hooked with no viable cure
The man believed he had the kid in the palm of his hand
But for me I felt like Napoleon or Nero
The kid heard me and he said “no” then walked away to freedom’s land
And when the kid turned down the dope I felt like some kind of hero
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Children squealed as others cried and grown ups simply clapped.
A giant Catherine wheel spiralled up and burst in flares.
Most colored pyrotechnics beneath the clouds got wrapped.
The ohs and ahs were heard as the sight dispelled all fears.
A giant Catherine wheel spiralled up and burst in flares.
The smell of gun powder filled the air, but no one cared.
The ohs and ahs were heard as the sight dispelled all fears.
It was a time to feast and cakes and iced beers were shared.
The smell of gun powder filled the air, but no one cared.
Most colored pyrotechnics beneath the clouds got wrapped.
It was a time to feast and cakes and iced beers were shared.
Children squealed as others cried and grown ups simply clapped.
30 December 2020
13 syllables per line
Fireworks Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
It is because I’m colored bright red
that I was chosen for their homestead.
Initially, I was quite well tended
but such care eventually ended.
Sure, their attention remains constant
but it's rarely from a cleaning solvent.
I love a scrubbing; I always want it.
My service is constantly required ...
clearly, it will be until I’m expired.
Hot, cold, old, fresh, mild or bold –
my people lack any quality control.
Despite my ceaseless working roll,
they fuss at me when I overflow.
Secretly, I enjoy their anxiety ohs.
Sometimes they argue if I’m found low
or interrupt me if they feel I’m slow.
They also share their genuine relief
when they find my service complete.
You may think filth and endless workload
have me sitting on complaint overload,
but won't once you chat with their commode.
“A poet’s pestilence – dash off from him away!
He is sickness and, because of this,
you, crazy, bring on home the plague
but you don’t know the verse bacillus is.
He’s garrulous, a tawdry trouble-maker,
plays rattle in the gaper’s front,
the rogue who wanna burn with water
and now he’s spoiling for the fight!
Like a musketeer he has a wick.
He keeps his powder in a musket.
With naked pendant, tight-rope freak,
of the untrodden thicket he’s a midget.
All jumble from the farce he takes.
He’s loopy not having any clue
and if you’re curious in ahs an` ohs
then you should know that all is from a glue”.
___________________________________________
The poet thinks all these words to himself.
God gave him gift not just for weight.
He’s bothering his soul to save
it from the wicked spirits hate.
I solemnly propose thirty seconds,
As it isn’t at all a search for diamonds
And hasn’t been delivering stronger, bonds:
Only pleasure-soaked “Ohs” and excited diphthongs
Almost always depleting a womanizer’s funds,
Wherefore intercourse should be a little longer than a cock’s
Or the time it normally consumes to put on ones socks...
Perhaps the time it takes a grenadier
To dive for cover after a throw
Or for the grudging handshake between a lack lustre brigadier
And a junior officer of more decorations and glow!
Preferably, the time it takes a cock
To perform its roles of a professional time announcer
Or the uninvited, not hard like a rock,
To be forcibly shown the door by a bouncer.
Days go by without words and kindness whim
He moves slowly as age tends to fail him
ohs, ows common persisting complaining
Once agile and active now weakening
Time was sweet and giving now with sorrow
Naive, “Is it today or tomorrow?”
Time just seems to creep along in his limbs
Now season sneak up behind him yet dim
Time doesn’t creep and slowly pours, it’s rapid
Once my hero, now alone since his passed
Time will not let me beg, steal, or borrow
Filled kiss my heart thirst for without sorrow
Silence wasn’t a word for the boy next door
Now I hunger, “You are all I long for”
11/28/2016
How beautiful would a star exploding be
or the sight of a cloud dipping it self in the sea
would negative matter unweigh
a bumble bee playing cymbals with its knees
if you can be engaged can you be just gaged
so this may sound of ramblings
cause i bought a herd of rambles
pulling misty thoughts into silver strands
that twine and twang
like rubbing bans the rules i diss
Obey with the longest of ohs
imagining a bay of swimming o's
i meant bans instead of bands
i hope you end of joyed
your vist
please don't feed the anomalies
No graph of photo flashed
for once it is done
it will only be repeated